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| Printable Version of Topic Click here to view this topic in its original format ExChristian.Net Open Forums > Sex and Christianity > The Writers' Café 21 Posted by: Reach Mar 28 2004, 01:42 PM The Writers' Café 21 ~Hallmark Afterhours~ Life is not a rehearsal. You're on stage. You're invited! ~ Write ~ Post ~ Borrow ideas! ~ Enjoy the results! Open Mic! ~ Come one; come all! This commercial has been brought to you by reach. In the USA it's spring out there. What more can I say? Oh yeah, reach out and touch someone. Or was that AT&T? Hallmark, when you care enough to send the very best. Note: This topic has been modified slightly to better reflect its content. The original topic, http://www.vanallens.com/forum/index.php?showtopic=3398&st=0&#entry54538, has been moved to the Critics' Corner. Posted by: Reach Mar 28 2004, 01:50 PM Awake! Awakened late, and yet the song playing in my head as I awoke, spoke of you. Lover Lay Down I don't know what to say. I don't know what to make of all this. I'd say good morning, but it isn't. I think it's around 2-something. That Lokmer man insisted on picking my brain until 8 this morning. Kitty was reading, from over his shoulder what I was writing, but even she can't stay up as late as that night-owl man she's married to. I'd say good afternoon but I'm not sure it's such a good one. Right at this moment I'd just love to be in your company. I wonder what it's like to be in the presence of you. You warm me. I miss you. I'll say good evening because maybe that's when you'll read this. I will go through this day with great joy, knowing you'll be with me and I'll be with you, somehow, some way, in some part of it. Gathered together in time... I'll stop there. I'm having one of those days where the depths of me are crying out to even greater depths and begging release. For now, may they run free. My thoughts of you break forth in smiles across my face. You must know you are enjoyed. Thanks to Lokmer and Kitty for generously granting permission for part of our real life to be shared here. Posted by: .:ºstankdeezº:. Mar 28 2004, 03:55 PM for the mother figure: simple words do fine i wish you knew how i care thinking warm and sunny Posted by: mandylibra1979 Mar 28 2004, 04:05 PM Nice thread! I know a great site called Love Letters! Check it out http://www.sleeptrip.com/300loveletters/2.html! Here is a love letter that I wrote my husband awhile back. It is somewhat sexual. Okay, it's really scandalous but anyhow I will share it with you all. After all it is posted in my online journal! I hope you have an open mind because you are going to need one if you decide to read this . . . Pure Unadulterated Orgasm by Mandy Sometimes I find myself thinking of your soft, warm hands touching my body. . .Caressing every part of me. Your hands. . .they were one of the very first things I ever noticed about you. . . large and manly, yet soft and so perfectly shaped. I have always felt that you can tell so much about a person by their hands. . .and when I looked at your hands I saw the hands of a lover, the hands of someone who enjoyed the finer things in life, the hands of someone who knew when to be gentle and when to be assertive. Those things were definitely right. And, yes, I knew that by just looking at your hands. Feeling your hands on my body is another story. . .I remember the very first time you touched me. . .The x night. . .the night at the strip club. . .You were comforting me, letting me know that everything would be fine, but I could feel the sexual tension between us. . .I wanted to leave with you. . .I wanted you to feel of my warmth, I wanted to feel your hands all over me while my blood was tingling. But, you were simply rubbing my back and that still made me feel like I wanted to cum. No, it wasn't just my high. . .I wanted you SO bad, I wanted to feel every part of you. I was SO consumed. I think now of your eyes and how you look at me sometimes. . .That sexy, devilish look makes me want to melt inside. . . I can feel my pussy getting warm and my nipples growing hard just thinking of it. That look you give me with your dark, sultry eyes with their thick, black lashes makes me moist. It's the, 'You know what I want to do look.' I love that. Sitting here now, I can almost feel your mouth against my skin, pressing those sweet, wet kisses against my neck. . .Your intoxicating kisses. . .No one has ever kissed me the way you do. . .You put everything in them, all of your love, all of your passion, everything and I feel them. . . You are all I could ever ask for in a man. . .all I could ever hope for or dream of. . . I don't desire to be with anyone else. . .I am yours. . .to do with as you want. . .I know that whatever you want to do will please me, if not drive me mad with pleasure. . .so all I can say is I want you to have your way with me. . . I want to feel you. . .touching my body, kissing my body, deep inside of me. I am daydreaming now of the way your body looks. . .how it feels. . .The way your dark hair feels when it is wet in the shower, the way your tattoos seem so fucking sexy to me, seeing you smoke - everything you do - you always look so sexy doing it. When we are casually lounging around and you tease me by stroking your cock because you know it drives me wild. . .And you know I will have to have you. And that brings me to that subject. . .your cock - I am not stroking your ego, by telling you this, I just think you should know how pleased I am with you. . .how deeply satisfied you make me. . . I have never experienced a lover with more talent than you. . .Talent. . .simply talent. I recall the first nights we were ever together and how you were so generous and loving with me. Those first few nights, we didn't even fuck because you wanted it to be all about me. You truly made me feel like a woman, you made me realize that I was worth all of the attention you were bestowing upon me. At first, I was somewhat timid of letting you go down on me. . .especially when you first started. . .It was like fire was pulsating throughout my body. . .I wasn't sure if my body or mind knew exactly how to feel SO good. You were so gentle, coaxing me into it. Licking my inner thighs, tenderly kissing them. . .then I felt your mouth on my pussy and it was truly ecstasy. . .I know you basically had to pin me down on the bed because I could not contain myself. . .I wanted to fly off the bed by some means. . .you were driving me crazy - tongue fucking my pussy until I came and came and came. I had always enjoyed giving oral sex - but receiving was another story. . .when it came to a guy eating my pussy. . .I would have rather died. However, I do love to feel your cock in my mouth, I even love to feel your hand on the back of my head gently guiding me down the length of you, and you know I love to taste of you. No one could ever please me by going down on me - until you. I get chills thinking of it and I wish you would hurry home. . . And all the nights we have made love. . .after nights of endless drinking, nights I sometimes had to be reminded that actually happened, all the nights of fucking on the floor of the apartment, in the hotel rooms. . .And now. We have been together since September 2001 and everyday it just gets better with you. I never imagined someone could enjoy sex as much as I do or as frequently as I do, but I know you do. Yes, I am addicted to you. You consume me. Last night, while we made love, I knew I was the luckiest woman on earth. . . To have you to snuggle with in bed before I sleep is everything I need. . .and you complete me. . .you truly do. But, what's more than I ever dreamed I would have is when I cuddle up to you and feel you hard against me. Then you start kissing me with those intoxicating kisses and I can feel your warm breath hot and moist against my skin. I feel you rubbing your inviting hands against my pussy, sometimes fingering it and then licking my juices off your finger. . .That in itself makes me so hot for you. I can no longer take it and I want to ride you. I know you enjoy when I am on top, when I control most of the action. . .I know you like to feel me this way. It seems we always start out with me close to you, almost laying against your chest, which I adore. It looks so manly and I feel a sense of protection when I touch your chest. Feeling the beating of your heart, the smoothness of your skin. In this position I can easily kiss you, and whisper in your ear, you playfully touch my breasts. . .and when I know that we cannot stand anymore and I know that I must feel you deeper inside of me. . .it gets a bit more heated. What was a session of lovemaking has turned into an all-out fucking, which is equally as enticing. Feeling your cock pounding against my G Spot, watching your face all the time, feeling your hands on my ass, pulling yourself deeper into me. . .And here is the best part. . .when we get off. . .together. . .OoOoOoO!!!!!. . .Yeah. . . Unlike any feeling on earth. . .Nothing compares - there is no drug that can compare to that feeling - nothing. The feeling that you cannot take another second of this bliss for fear that you will pass out and die, the feeling of your eyes rolling back in your head, the feeling of warm, liquid gratification. . . Pure, Unadulterated Orgasm Posted by: .:ºstankdeezº:. Mar 28 2004, 04:31 PM [standing ovation] its hard to express sexual feelings and thoughts without becoming too hustler-esqe or too romance novel-ish. someday when i get married can i borrow parts of your letter? [huggles] Posted by: Doug2 Mar 28 2004, 05:17 PM Great thread Reach. Love notes are fun to read. Mandy, if you are ever interested in writing for an adult website, let me know. Posted by: Libertus Mar 28 2004, 05:49 PM Nice thread Reach. I look forward to reading some more love letters. Mandy Okay, I think you might want to get back with Doug. How very expressive you are. Xpen Posted by: formerfundie Mar 28 2004, 05:56 PM Dammit, Mandy, I will have to go take a shower now! Posted by: formerfundie Mar 28 2004, 06:08 PM Okay, you said write one, so hear is one I wrote, published I think in 1988 by the Amherst Society? Maybe, don't remember back that far but that's what I wrote down in my journal. It's appropriate to my life at the moment. UNDERSTANDINGS Floating...in a world of dreams...is the only way I can touch you where it has any meaning - the only way I can experience having you for myself. Looking...through a cloudy mist I can see our happiness - as two separate people becoming one - in body and mind. When I awaken all I see is two...searching...uncertain of a way to make fantasy a reality. Individuals so alike that they're trapped...in silent feelings...never knowing the other's true thoughts towards them, and both too insecure to take any chances. It's a bit transparent perhaps, but it's appropro. BTW Reach, you were right, I absolutely LOVE it. Posted by: mandylibra1979 Mar 28 2004, 07:17 PM Thank you, thank you all. You are too sweet! I thought twice about posting that . . . I didn't want to have to defend its graphic content. I didn't think that I would have to with you guys but who knows what some wack job would say about it. For now, it looks like all is well. Stankdeez, sure! I would be flattered! Doug, I have never written for any adult sites but Jason's Dad owns a few and he knows that I am interested in writing. He asked me to but it is a little awkward allowing my father in law to read my sexual thoughts, you know? Get back with me about it the whole deal and let me know what all it entails, Doug. much love everyone! mandy Posted by: JezebelLeFey Mar 28 2004, 09:39 PM Nice one, M! Very nice! Posted by: Lokmer Mar 28 2004, 10:12 PM Mandy - wow... Wow. Excuse me....I'm having difficulty sitting in these tight jeans. Be back later... -Lokmer Posted by: Fweethawt Mar 29 2004, 12:28 AM I awoke this morning to the finale of a dream. This dream with no conclusion. A dream ending in despair. It began with the thought of you, a picture of you. For that, is all that I have. But somehow you leave me with more. This fantasy, filled with much aspiration. This illusion, filled with much desire. A desire to fulfill this simple wish. To lay eyes upon your beautiful face. At once, I thought that I had found you, As I stared at this black and white imposter before me. Then it dawned on me, that it wasn’t really you. Not enough depth, not enough color. Nothing real. I walked away to continue my quest, But it was to no avail. Then I found myself calling your name. In a panic, I screamed those wonderful syllables. I awoke. I awoke with the fear that the entire world Had heard me partaking in such foolishness. It did. I could hear its fiendish laughter directly in my heart. Then I saw the irony in it all. The irony in the tears that rolled down my face. The tears that told me one thing. You are there. The world became silent, and I smiled. Posted by: .:ºstankdeezº:. Mar 29 2004, 02:46 AM for the presidential one i can see you... hunched in front of your computer drinking mountain dew occasionally chuckling low at something you just read. i can see your heart... beating rapidly picking up pace when silly funny women say things to make you smile. i can see your smile... brightening every room lighting up your face and even though ive never seen you, your smile still makes my day. love you always, Posted by: mandylibra1979 Mar 29 2004, 11:51 AM Thanks Jez and Lokmer! Those were wonderful Fwee & Stankdeez! much love mandy Posted by: ericf Mar 29 2004, 12:30 PM Dammit Mandy, I am sitting in a computer lab here!!! What the hell am I supposed to do with this "tension" now?! Ah well... I guess I should have waited until I got home to read your letter. Now, just pull myself closer to the table here and hope no one notices. Posted by: mandylibra1979 Mar 29 2004, 12:56 PM QUOTE (ericf @ Mar 29 2004, 04:30 PM) Dammit Mandy, I am sitting in a computer lab here!!! What the hell am I supposed to do with this "tension" now?! Ah well... I guess I should have waited until I got home to read your letter. Now, just pull myself closer to the table here and hope no one notices. I can see you now, eric . . . Let's just hope that no one sees the boner . . . much love mandy Posted by: The Pure One Mar 29 2004, 02:32 PM Mandy, you're husband's a lucky man. Dang, you sound as horny as my girlfriend. How many times a week are we talking about? Just curious. ;) Posted by: The Pure One Mar 29 2004, 03:00 PM Then said Almitra, "Speak to us of Love." And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said: When love beckons to you follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth. Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself. He threshes you to make you naked. He sifts you to free you from your husks. He grinds you to whiteness. He kneads you until you are pliant; And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast. All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart. But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure, Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor, Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, "I am in the heart of God." And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself. But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving; To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy; To return home at eventide with gratitude; And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips. - The Prophet, by Kahlil Gibran Posted by: mandylibra1979 Mar 29 2004, 03:47 PM QUOTE (The Pure One @ Mar 29 2004, 06:32 PM) Mandy, you're husband's a lucky man. Dang, you sound as horny as my girlfriend. How many times a week are we talking about? Just curious. ;) For the 1st year that we were together we had sex every single day at least once. Now, I would say on average that we make love at least 4 times a week - if not more. Posted by: The Pure One Mar 29 2004, 04:06 PM QUOTE (mandylibra1979 @ Mar 29 2004, 03:47 PM) For the 1st year that we were together we had sex every single day at least once. Now, I would say on average that we make love at least 4 times a week - if not more. That sounds about the same in my situation. Although if my girlfriend could have her way, it would be every morning and every night, with extra sessions on weekends. I don't think I could physically do that, it's a bit easier for girls I think. But it's fun to try. ;) We've been so busy lately that it's "only" 4 or more times a week. Posted by: Reach Mar 29 2004, 04:28 PM Hey guys! When I figure out how to do this I'm going to restart this topic in another forum... maybe Critics' Corner. This isn't exactly what I had in mind and I'm not sure this encourages the many talented writers on the board to participate in the challenging work of opening the mind and emptying some of its contents here. That's what I was hoping for. Clear challenges and fresh writing. A real writers' online workshop. You might say that the timing could be off once in awhile and the climax happens too soon. When I do restart this topic, maybe this thread should be renamed Mandy's Hallmark. What do you think girl? Thanks to the contributors here. Posted by: mandylibra1979 Mar 29 2004, 04:37 PM reach- Hi! Perhaps, instead of The New Hallmark, Random Love Notes you should entitle the thread simply The Writers' Workshop. That way it is not only about love and all of that mushy stuff. In fact, I have a letter that I wrote to my dad awhile back that I want to share with you all. I just don't think that love letters is the appropriate place to post it since he is an asshole and it isn't a love letter. Thanks for the Mandy's Hallmark idea but I don't want to steal the show. You are all super talented. I am just a really expressive horny chick! much love mandy Posted by: ericf Mar 29 2004, 05:43 PM reach, it wasn't really the idea... which I have some knowledge of -- actually working in a writing workshop as part of a class. Even having the first topic be love notes would be fine. But the area you picked!!! Yeah, the stuff was bound to come out. My suggestion. Post a new topic, and have a link in the main message to this thread with the suggestion that anything overtly sexual should be placed here. That way both are combined and everyone is free to ride this pony in the manner that suits them. Posted by: formerfundie Mar 30 2004, 05:47 AM Hint - think allegorically SUNDAE Hot sticky dark fudge Melts frozen vanilla mound With cherry on top. Okay, disclaimer: This was an attempt at haiku. No poets were harmed in the production. FF Dedicated to Carl ahhhhhh.....yessssss - there ain't nothin' my friend like ice cream... Posted by: mandylibra1979 Mar 30 2004, 04:28 PM Okay, so I don't know if this belongs here or not . . . I prefer to keep my creative writing all in one place rather than spread it all over the entire site. With that said I will post it here along with anything else that I decide to write and share with you all. This is a letter / poem that I wrote to my dad about a year ago. He has never read it and that really wasn't my purpose in writing it. I wrote it to clear my mind. Anyhow, here it is. lost words to dad by Mandy Faded thoughts of you sometimes drift into my mind . . . At times the thoughts are too real to bear, other times they are so distant they feel as though they never happened . . . yet I know they did. Too much to remember . . . too much to forget. There were times I hated you, there were times that I wished you would leave and never return, there were times that I just wanted you to die. I despised your apologies because after hearing them so often they became meaningless . . . worthless. I often asked you how you could do this if you loved us? I wrote you a forgotten letter with now lost words. Did you take my words to heart, did you understand my pleas, all those years did you even love me? I tried my best to love you. I put aside my all of angers, all of my resentments, all of my fears and I loved you . . . Despite you, despite your shortcomings and despite your failure to show me love. I loved you. Abuse has many forms . . . it has many faces. They are all ugly and cold. I was only a child . . . a child that grew up way too fast seeing the ugliness that life had to offer. The quite little reclusive girl always in her room. I hated going anywhere with you. I hated being in the same room with you, I hated breathing the same air, I hated sharing your blood. Day in and day out . . . too much shit to remember . . . too much to forget. Drinking it was second nature to you . . . like breathing. To you it was existing. Do I blame the alcohol? No, I blame you. You would tell me I have never hit you, you would tell me I don't remember saying that, I don't remember doing that. Fuck you. Do you remember making me leave the house with you in my pajamas because you were pissed at Mom for going to town? I know you can't forget that Christmas that you threw me out of the van into a snowy ditch and drove away, can you? Think back to the time I was arguing with Mom and you slapped me with a fishing pole cutting deep into my neck and behind my ear. How about the time you hit my brother with the fucking closet rod in the boat and almost killed him?! Do you recall that? He needed staples and stitches in his head! What the fuck were you thinking? If I had been there I would have pushed you off the boat into the water and drove off. Too bad for you, you can't swim. Then the time you almost shot Mom, think back to that one. I can't even begin to go into all the hell and torment you have put her through. What about when I left home? Let me refresh your memory . . . The night started when I told you I did not want to go inner tubing with you on the Ocoee River, in fact I didn't want to go anywhere with you. I was holding Josh who was only about a year old at the kitchen table when you kicked my chair out from under me and I hit the floor with the baby. Of course that was not enough for you . . . you almost ripped my ear off. I hope you know it was swollen for weeks. No more, I was physically exhausted from the abuse, from your slaps, your kicks, from all the abuse of a stolen childhood. I was entirely drained mentally and emotionally. I felt raw inside and numb at the same time. I left. I walked away like I should have done long ago. All of this may have escaped your memory, but not mine. How I wish it would, though. Sometimes at night I lie in bed and a sudden memory comes back to me as clearly as if I were there. I cry sometimes and pull myself closer to Jason. Fuck you for taking away my childhood. Fuck you for not loving me the way you should have. What I have now . . . you can't take away from me. I always told you that I would be happy someday. Sadly you cannot even begin to imagine just how happy I am. Posted by: formerfundie Mar 30 2004, 10:16 PM Wow, Mandy - you went through a hell of a lot of shit there, didn't ya. But, obviously you're strong - a SURVIVOR - it shows through in your writing - and in your other posts. FF Posted by: mandylibra1979 Mar 30 2004, 10:32 PM QUOTE (formerfundie @ Mar 31 2004, 02:16 AM) Wow, Mandy - you went through a hell of a lot of shit there, didn't ya. But, obviously you're strong - a SURVIVOR - it shows through in your writing - and in your other posts. FF Sometimes I guess we all go through some major shit in life. It is nice to finally escape it though. , FF! much love mandy Posted by: formerfundie Apr 3 2004, 11:49 PM Just wrote this and wanted to post it - what the hell... Moment I sit here and my thoughts escape to those earlier moments. The moment we left the cafe and you invited me for one more platonic hug in the parking lot. The moment you wrapped your arm around my waist and drew me closer. The moment when sideways cheek met cheek, scruffy against smooth, and in a moment of abandonment from convention and status quo Abandonment of reserve - Your large but gentle hand coaxed and caressed, maneuvering cheek to cheek, scruffy to smooth, towards a full frontal assault - Where soft surrounded by bristle pressed against softness, tenderness to tender, skin against skin - Hungry...open...and willing to receive Unbridled, heated passion finally released - And melt into the moment in a loud, speechless, breathy response. FF Posted by: .:ºstankdeezº:. Apr 4 2004, 03:12 PM for a friend i miss you. and your laugh and your smile and you stupid sense of humour... the way you played with my hair and when you were half awake you would kind of mumble under your breath and hold me tighter... i miss waking up in the morning to your hand lightly brushing my most sensitive parts... waking up to your fingers getting to know me better than ever before, waking up to the soft brush of your lips against my cheek and your voice saying 'i love you.' i miss you staring at me, and pushing you away, laughing and nervous because i thought something was in my nose and i miss hearing your sweet voice say you wanted to stare at me because i am beautiful. i miss being your everything. most of all, i miss you being mine. Posted by: TalkingDonkey Apr 8 2004, 01:36 PM I don't really like posting my stuff all over the web... I've got three of my short stories posted http://b3.ezboard.com/fthequodlibetfrm57, if anyone would like to check them out. I need more traffic on me and Muggy's site anyway. EDIT - Duh... I'm the Acid Washed Messiah on Acid & Buck's... don't confuse my writing with that of the BMC Lady! Posted by: mandylibra1979 Apr 8 2004, 01:58 PM Wow, that is some wonderful writing . . . FF, Stank and TD! much love mandy Posted by: TalkingDonkey Apr 8 2004, 06:52 PM Wow... 20,000+ words in 22 minutes? You read fast, Mandy! Posted by: mandylibra1979 Apr 8 2004, 07:45 PM QUOTE (TalkingDonkey @ Apr 8 2004, 10:52 PM) Wow... 20,000+ words in 22 minutes? You read fast, Mandy! I haven't read it all yet; I am still working on it. TD, I am only one person you know. You freak. much love mandy Powered by Invision Power Board (http://www.invisionboard.com) © Invision Power Services (http://www.invisionpower.com) |