Dave

mystery_man666 @ 2004-08-26T09:21:00

2004-08-26T08:21:32Z

One of the things that amuses me about sex guides is that even the advanced ones spend ages on contraceptives. If you are reading these books you probably already know. It is as if I were to write a book on dating and then spent half the pages advising that on balance the fat and ugly should be avoided, but that it is important to look for inner beauty too.

mystery_man666 @ 2004-08-21T09:57:00

2004-08-21T08:57:43Z

Will we ever meet again?

Will we ever meet again?
Will there be another time?
Memories of this occasion return
Pleasures flood back into my mind
Recollecting a precious moments lost.

The night was starry and cold
Feeling togetherness and longing
I ached for you, filled with longing
Unsatisfied I fought this desire
Silently I whispered your name
Allowing a smile to form on my lips
I long to smell your subtle fragrance
My breathing quickens
My mind begins to race
Quietly dreaming
Filled with desire
My body drawn towards you
We melt into each other arms
Without any prior warning
I sigh in deep delight

Awakening desires
Stirring powerful feeling
Still strangers - we resist
And I cheat myself
Experiencing all your allure
How can I not to give in
To my flesh and in to delight
My heart lashes out
And my body quivers in ecstasy
I pull you closer still
To learn the secrets of heart and soul
I hold your body close to mine
Tenderly exploring
All the treasures you possess
Enjoying every pleasure
And then at dawn
You are gone once more.

mystery_man666 @ 2004-08-09T18:33:00

2004-08-09T17:33:19Z

I kinda think this . If I was a girl I would buy it. It may make an interesting present for my girlfriend, although I am not sure whether she would like it or not.

Maybe there should be a stripping book for men, although I am not sure it is such a turn-on when guys strip.

The magic box

2004-07-30T06:43:06Z

The box had been a present from her late grandmother. It was made of dark wood and was no bigger the palm of her hand. The box was locked and the key had been lost long ago. The loss of the key filled her with the regret. She often held the box in her hand and wondered what treasures might lie hidden inside it. Sometimes she even gently shook it, hearing a gentle rattling inside, confirming that something lay inside it.

She had owned the box as long as she could remember, it had always been part of her. It sat on the table by her bed, its mysterious secrets hidden the world. As time passed and she grew into womanhood she became more and more curious about the content of the box. The more she tried to forget about it, the more she found herself becoming aware of an increasing curiosity building inside her. She had to discover what lay hidden inside this box.

She wanted to get inside the box, and yet she did not want to destroy the box that had held the secret for so many years. The box was all she had to remember her grandmother by. It seemed almost that box symbolised her youth, that had been with her as long as she could remember. It seen to try force open box, might mean she lost a part herself forever. That fear, the fear of losing part of her innocence, prevented her from forcing the box open.

One day she was in an antique shop. Browsing, when she saw a box just like the one she owned. There was one big difference this one had a key. She felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine. What if the key to this box might be capable of opening the box she had at home? She knew she had to find out. She purchased the box and raced home. Finally what had remained hidden for so long was going to be revealed to her.

Excitedly she attempted to open her box using the new key. She heard a click as a box unlocked. Her emotions were mixed. She felt excited about the prospect of discovery something hidden from her for many years. She also nervous, maybe the box did not contain any mystery at all. Perhaps all the years of wondering had been for nothing. She felt her heart beat faster and her breathing quickenned as the tension grew and grew.

She cautiously lifted the lid of the box and gazed his inside it. The box was lined with a pink velvet, soft and inviting to touch. In the middle of the box lay a ring. It was silver, with large blood red ruby. She felt excitement rush through her body. Her whole body seemed tingle of excitement.

She lived the ring from the box and placed the upon her index finger. It fitted perfectly. The mystery of the life time of wondering had finally been solved.

She took off the ring and placed it back in the box. She close the lid and turn the key, locking the box tightly. She felt relieved to have finally open the box and discovered what may inside it. And she knew that every time she open the box and took out the ring she would remember the feeling of excitement she felt the first time she had opened the box.

A poem

2004-07-01T20:39:58Z

His magic worked through all of time
This Wizard who brought joy to those he met
He brought a touch of purest pleasure
And delight to the women of the world

The lonely Queen lay sleepless in her bed
She wished for someone to hold her hand
Caress her soft skin with loving grace
And hold her close to his powerful breast

Her tears of sorrow and loneliness rang out
They pierced deeply into the cold dark night
This wizard could hear a sad, pitiful cry
He felt himself summonded to her aid

His magic transported him to her realm
He gazed at this beauty lying naked on her bed
Her serene and radiant physcial charm
Awaken in him an ancient mysterious power

He longer to explore and discover the lady
To seek out her hidden treasures
A journey of discovery and delight awaited
Both seeking those hidden pleasures

The Wizard wondered slowly along her world,
gently meandering through her curves.
His tongue caressing those sensitive slopes
he softly whispered his love spells.

He gradually raised high his mighty staff,
and felt it throb with his raw vital power,
transporting him to a valley which he alone
with his magic could hope to explore.

He proclaimed his desire in a masterful voice
The Queen of this most wondrous land,
Shook with passion at the sound of his voice.
as she unlocked the gate to her secret garden,
Eagerly inviting him deep inside.

She gasped with delight as he explored
the deep in the wetness of the earth
and find just that special sacred spot
and in that place he planted a rose.

Her rose did explode into radiant pink bloom,
with the sweetest scent that infused her world,
and the land did shake with timeless passion,
before a final incredible sigh of pleasure.

They lay together in the quiet of the storm,
Their mutual passion fulfilled
His magical power now totally exhausted
And finally the loneliness banished from her land.

mystery_man666 @ 2004-06-28T20:50:00

2004-06-28T19:50:20Z

The least useful community in livejournal is probably sextips. I hate that place. There are no tips and just about everyone who posts is 17. There seems to be an unusually high number of virgins. However the community is good for one thing, it is a good laugh.

mystery_man666 @ 2004-06-25T19:50:00

2004-06-25T18:50:47Z

Livejournal seems quite broken at the moment.

mystery_man666 @ 2004-06-20T00:39:00

2004-06-19T23:39:11Z

The evening has been enjoyable and fun filled. I am delighted that we seem to have clicked. The night has been filled with joy and laughter. I feel happy and relaxed. We have enjoyed just being together, and the conversation seemed to flow easily. So has the wine. I am amazed by your physical attractiveness, combined with your magnetic personality. However the evening seems to have drawn prematurely to a close. I don't want it to end so soon and I hope you are thinking the same thing. Rather than return to your parent's house just yet, I have persuaded you to come for a quiet drink at my house first of all. We both feel this has been the perfect evening. The food, the wine, the meal- everything has been ideal. You don't want the evening to end just yet. Neither do I.

I run my eyes over you, taking in all of your beauty. You are dressed to impress. It worked on me. You are wearing a soft blue sweater, the colour suits you quite beautifully. It is cut to show your bountiful curves, whilst still leaving just enough to the imagination. The neck is teasingly low-cut, so that when you lean forward, your generous cleavage is revealed. Each time this happens I find my heartbeat speeding up and I try not to stare. Your skirt is beautiful. It is short enough to reveal a portion of your shapely thighs to me. You look especially sexy tonight, better than ever before. In fact I have been unable to keep my eyes off you all night. I am aware that other men are looking at you and it pleases me, the idea that other men look jealously at me and lustily at you. I enjoy being with such a desirable woman. Throughout the entire evening I have been mentally undressing you and you are aware that I seem to gaze at you with a hungry look of desire. This pleases you and although you pretend not to notice, you feel excited that you are having such a powerful effect on me.

We sit together on my sofa as we listen to the soft music that is playing quietly in the background. The mood is romantic and sensual. I get started by sitting excitingly close to you. The room is softly lit and the gentle glow of the lighting enhances the smoothness of your lovely skin. We sit, laughing and enjoying the warmth of each other’s company. I gaze at your face, your deep eyes, the curve of your jaw and the line of your neck, the rich fullness of your lips. I am amazed by your beauty and am delighted that someone like you would want to spend time with me. I let my eyes roam all over your face, I just need to suck in all your beauty so I can remember what you look like when it is time for me to dream. I now know what I want. I want to pull myself close to your face, so close that you can feel the gentle warmth of my breath on your cheek and then on your neck. Your perfume smells delicious when I catch the faint aroma each time you move. I run my hand gently but firmly around the nape of your neck softly caressing you. Your skin is so beautiful. It feels so soft, and has such a delicate fragrance. I whisper softly into your ear, telling you how much you are turning me on, just looking at you and feeling you so near. I cup my hands gently around your face and for a brief second I peer intensely into your deep, dark eyes eyes. I kiss you very softly on the lips, but you do not yet reciprocate. I pull back for a second and slowly I run my hands through your hair. It feels so soft, smells of flowers and has such a lovely, clean shine to it. Then I begin to kiss your neck very gently. You let me know you like it by tilting your head and letting out a long deep sigh of pleasure. The excitement of touching each other and learning about each other for the first time is so seductive

I can feel your arm under my shoulders, as your hands explore my back muscles and I’m sure that you want me too. We both feel warm and close, you are savouring it, and yet you find yourself almost nervous to realise how natural this feels and how comfortable you are with me. The thrill of the unknown excites you still more. Slowly I brush your hair from your shoulders and out of the way as I tenderly kiss the nape of your neck. It feels good. I notice that we are both breathing a little heavier now. I stop, and pull my head away to admire, once again, how pretty you are. I smile warmly at you and this lets you know how happy I feel, and you find yourself smiling too. We realise we are both enjoying this moment of closeness. We lock eyes for a moment and I tell you about how much they make me want you. How much they make me want to hold you, how much I want to feel you. Your glorious smile widens, and this in turn makes me feel even happier. I pull your head towards my chest and as you inhale my aftershave you tell me I smell good. You notice how firmly I pull you towards me as I kiss you on the lips once again. We seem to fit together perfectly. It seems sweet and innocent at first. Yet as we share each other's lips, our mouths begin to open more and more. I have one hand wrapped around your back powerfully holding you close to me. I run the other hand up and down your upper arm as if to reassure you. Then after a few moments I lower the hand. I rest it gently on your knee and squeeze your knee reassuringly. This feels good. You do not try to remove my hands. After a few moments of sweet surrender, playfully our tongues meet, touching for the first time. Lightly and tenderly. We both realise we are really getting to know each other.

We are pressed closely together and I can feel your ample breasts pressed against my body. This turns me on. In my mind I imagine they are naked, pressed against my skin. I am imagining licking your beautiful nipples for the first time. My grip on you tightens, as I think more and more about it and you can feel my right hand moving and squeezing all over your back and your side. It is a firm and passionate grasp. While my left hand has become more adventurous and has moved away from your knee, further up your leg. I have slid it up your leg and it is gently caressing your inner thigh. Your legs feel so smooth and shapely, I can't help but find myself becoming excited. In my mind I am imagining what it would feel like to have them wrapped around me. To feel them rubbing against me, squeezing me. To kiss your legs. To gradually run my tongue up your leg, teasing you. I want to find out what this would feel like, to make these things real. With each passing moment I become more daring and my hand moves slowly further and further up your thigh. I am pleased and somewhat surprised you make no attempt to resist and I notice your hands have also become more adventurous. One is still grabbing my arm and the other is exploring my lower back, but your grip and movements are becoming increasingly powerful and determined. I realise that you are pulling me on top of you.

As we lean to the side, we kiss. I gently lower you down to lie down on the sofa. You are surprised at how easily and effortlessly I support your weight as your back comes gently to rest on the soft cushion.

My right leg crosses over your thigh as our lips press passionately together. Our kissing has become firmer and increasingly passionate. I am kissing you all over, and yet I always return to your lips. Our tongues are joined and locked together. We both seem to be aware of exactly what the other likes and wants. The kissing is so intense and passionate. We hardly find time to breathe. I am amazed at how perfectly we mesh and I can tell you feel perfectly relaxed and at ease with me, as if we were created solely for this one particular moment. As I continue to kiss your neck and your cheek, our faces feel like they are on fire. I kiss and nibble your ear lobe. I whisper in your ear. Telling you all the things you long to hear. How beautiful you are. How fantastic you are. How great your kisses make me feel. Then I carry on kissing you along your jaw. As you discover how wonderful this feels, you become more and more aroused and excited. The more aroused you become, the more turned on I get. This leads you to feel even hotter.

I slide down your body and lift up your sweater slightly to expose your stomach. The skin is so pale and soft and perfect. I am unable to prevent myself from kissing you all over. I am kissing you all around your stomach, and I playfully allow my tongue to dance around your belly button. It almost tickles you. You squirm with pleasure underneath me and I am uncertain who is enjoying this more. As your back arches and I throw my arms underneath, you lift yourself further and further away from the sofa with every deep breath. I am forcefully pulling your body towards my mouth. As I kiss your stomach more and more I realise what you are thinking about, your face is turned to one side and your cheek is flushed red. You are breathing deeply. I am excited by the fact that you seem to be enjoying this as much as I am.

As I looked at you, your breasts tower between us. I now have my hands underneath your sweater and I am softly rubbing your skin. My right hand slides up and down your side, while the left one is still wrapped firmly around your body, pulling you close to me and holding you as if I will never let you go. My fingers massage you knowingly. This seems to release all the tension in your body.

I have to feel your breasts. I have been thinking about them all night. I slide my hand around and hold you through your bra. I gently, but firmly, squeeze and explore the skin. I gently touch the exposed skin above your bra. It feels so good. Then I return to the fullness of your breasts. I can feel your hard nipples through the fabric of your bra and I realise now that you are becoming increasing turned on. The awareness of this has a powerful impact on me, it excites me and cause me to feel even more incredibly turned on. I run my fingers over the area of the breast that is exposed again and I slide (them?) up your body in order to kiss you some more. I wonder just how this evening will end. Yet deep inside I already know, we both do.

Together we sit up straight. You quickly pull your sweater over your head and I am pleased that you seem to be a sense of urgency in you. I am totally overwhelmed and I stare at your body with incredible desire. I pause for a second to look at you. I run my eyes over you and once again I am amazed at how beautiful you seem to be, You seem at this time to be more beautiful than I can ever remember seeing you before. You are wearing a beautiful black bra, it is lacy and clearly expensive and to me it seems to scream elegant sexiness. I lick my lips and realise how much I want to see all of you, how much I need to see you. I unsnap your bra, gently remove it and expose your breasts. My jaw drops open as for the first time your incredible breasts are exposed. They are even more incredible than I could ever of dreamed of. I want to feel them, want to lick them, want to suck them. I pull you close to me and I rub the marks where the bra straps had been. I massage you on your side and then your back and you feel the release of tension. The closeness and my gentleness help you feel completely relaxed and confident with me. It is unusual for you to let a man have so much control, and you are surprised to find how much you like it. It seems you find yourself naturally trusting me.

I kiss you all over your naked chest. Under and around, slowly and gently, I completely explore your breasts with my tongue. Then I circle your right nipple, it feels so firm. My tongue moves faster and faster as we get more and more turned on. I have your other breast in my hands and its firmness is making me want to suck it so much that I am unable decide which one I want to hold more. I gentle suckle your nipple and teasingly circle it with my tongue. My hand softly squeezes the nipple and gently massages the entire breast. My other hand is firmly grabbing your arm and your shoulder. I wonder for a brief moment what it feels like to have me hold you this tightly. Then I suckle harder, I assume that you must be enjoying it. But at this point I am going crazy with passion and I can barely pay any attention to your heaving and the moaning noise you are making. I think my passion might be turning you on as much as anything else.

I sit up and together we practically rip off my shirt. This is not a time in which either of us are concerned with a few buttons. You smile at this and almost giggle, it seems so strange we are being driven so strongly by our passion. We stare for a moment of wonder at each other's bodies. Me at your beautiful skin, full breasts and wonderful eyes. While you look at my trim stomach and masculine chest. We are both clearly incredibly turned on and totally aroused. I feel hot for you, like I am on fire. As I look at you I notice that your face and chest are flushed red. Naturally nothing will deny our passion. Your hands run over my stomach, feeling the lines in it as I lower myself on to you so that I can feel your breasts pressed against me and your skin all over me. We're pressed hard together. Although we are both wearing hardly any clothes we both feel hot all over. The tenderness of earlier in the evening has now been replaced by sense of frantic urgency. There is the smell of lust in the air. I kiss your mouth, I kiss your shoulders, and I kiss your neck and your ears.

You place your hands on my shoulders and forcefully push my back down flat against the sofa. I willingly allow this, anticipating what is going to happen. I now find myself laid on the sofa with you sat astride me. Your powerful thighs are gripping me tightly and I like the feeling. I look wantonly at your breasts, remembering how good it felt to hold them, to feel them in my mouth. I raise my gaze towards your face. There is a lustful look in your eyes as you lick your lips. You move down my body and artfully remove my trousers. Then you begin to work on me. I am already hard with the excitement of the evening. You run you fingers all over me, as if to tease me. Then you move your head close to me and gently part your lips. Your tongue slides out. However there is no contact for a brief moment. I can feel your breath against the shaft, the anticipation is almost unbearable. Then the tip of your tongue meets the head of my penis. I let out of moan of delight. You gently stroke the head with the tip of your tongue. Then your tongue continues to explore the head. I am squealing with pleasure, you tongue feels so fantastic. Then you take all of me in your mouth. I watch as your head bobs up and down. The rhythmic motion is fantastic. I feel harder than ever before, as if on fire. You gradually speed up, and my excitement grows even stronger. However I don't want to cum inside of your mouth, although I don't want this moment to end. I summon my willpower and gently push you away.

I pull you down so that you are lying side by side with me on the couch. I slide my hand inside your skirt. I run my fingers up your inner thigh and then begin to rub your clit gently. Meanwhile, I am licking you ears and whispering softly in them. I am telling you how much I want you. How hot you are making me feel. How much I need to be inside you. Carefully, I remove your skirt and your panties. We are both naked and totally turned on. My body feels as it is on fire. I look at you and you are flushed red. We are both breathing rapidly. I kiss you passionately and squeeze you breasts together. You can feel my massive erection pressed firmly against your thigh.

I climb on top of you, using my knees to lever you thighs apart. Pleasingly you put up no resistance. I pause for a second to look at you. You shoulder length hair flows over the sofa and your cheeks are flushed a fiery shade of red. Your eyes are open widely and you are begging for me to satisfy you. I cannot hold back any longer. I want you. And I know you want me.

I slide myself between your legs and I can feel your pelvis come up to meet me. I realise you want this as much as I do. I slowly penetrate you for the first time, and we both sigh with pleasure. Finally we are joined together, the moment we have both been waiting for. We start slowly, but now you are thrusting hard and powerfully against me. Our kissing has become frantic and we both feel like we are on fire, consumed by a burning passion. As we get more and more excited you are becoming more and more physical. My kisses are more and more forceful. Your legs are up and wrapped around me, your ankles cross midway up my calves. I am turned on by your moaning and sighing. Your whole body is in every thrust. We can barely find the time to breathe between our kisses. We are unaware of the discarded clothes that surround us.

You slide your leg higher and higher up my body, taking me deeper and deeper inside you. Soon your legs are wrapped around my neck. You feel me filling you deep inside and you are loudly moaning in delight. We are both breathless and sweating from the sheer physical exertion. I feel you quivering and tightening around me. Nothing else matters apart from our passion as we both cry out in ecstasy.

mystery_man666 @ 2004-06-19T11:22:00

2004-06-19T10:22:36Z

I was in Borders bookshop yesterday and they have quite a collection of explicit books. I wonder if a reasonable pick up strategy would be to pick up girls that look at these books. At least they are likely to be adventurous.

mystery_man666 @ 2004-06-09T21:28:00

2004-06-09T20:28:19Z

As a member of several adult photo communities it seems that while guys post a lot more than women most of the comments are for women. I wonder if this is because a guy with his cock out is not that sexy? Or perhaps it is something else?

mystery_man666 @ 2004-01-21T22:18:00

2004-01-21T22:18:55Z

I feel like I am going nowhere at the moment. Damn I wish I could kick start my life a bit.

mystery_man666 @ 2003-12-25T23:50:00

2003-12-25T23:50:14Z

Welcome to this.

I have another journal, but that seems to have become a bit stale with too many people who know me in real life. That is fine, but it does somewhat limited my freedom to say what I like without causing offense. The solution then is to create another journal. This is it.