tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81158440690449611232012-03-11T19:36:37.578+11:00Ramblings of a complicated simple ManJMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08844518142370805517noreply@blogger.comBlogger1041100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8115844069044961123.post-12956730157607180332012-03-08T17:45:00.000+11:002012-03-08T17:45:00.037+11:00

In the rays of the early morning sun, I see the beauty in everyday life. The beauty in my life. Feeling the warmth of love, of contentment, of the sun shining its life giving force I feel truly blessed. I do not take for granted the things, the people, the loves and lovers of my life. Instead I give thanks, give of myself, as much as I can.  I give my body. I give my mind. I give my

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I could look into her eyes for days on end. Get lost in them, yet never lose my way. There is beauty undefined. Love unconditional. A window into her soul. My soul. My soul mate.

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Watching her as she lay on the floor, her naked body glowing in the soft light of the room. Her two suitors, sitting naked above her on the couch, talking, chatting, taking in her splendour in a mood of complete comfort and contentment. It is late, she is tired, but there is no talk of sleep just yet. She has already felt him this evening. Upon reaching his hotel room, having just exited

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Its the way the light collects the shapes of a woman. That drives men to complete and utter destruction. Men like me.

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(Click) I am the master of this domain Here you will obey Your clothing is superfluous to my desires Like the bespoke threads that adorn my back, So to will my dexterous fingers conform to your body For this is my playground and I make the rules.

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It is with reflection that I ponder the inevitable, the probable, the what ifs. What has been, is, and will be again. Is this what it's all about? Is this the best there is? The delirious highs, the debilitating lows, the cause and effect of the daily grind. The noise that begs for silence, the silence that deafens from the cries, do these ears hear the sounds of a life complete, content,

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The sun had slipped into the veil of the night by the time he slid behind the wheel once again. With the road beckoning, he turned the car toward the open road, still thinking of his lovers open legs that had been spread before him not less than two hours before this moment. He could still taster her, feel her on his skin, even though he had been refreshed by the steaming water that had

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She named herself after a flower. I watched her open herself up to me like the petals to the sun. Intellectual intercourse, eventually gave way to lascivious lust and hunger for flesh. The mating of souls, mixed with heady moments of blissful arousal, set me on a course of no return. I have no wish to return, for I am on the journey I need to be. As the time has passed,

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This heart might well be made of glass. Fractured. The shell of this man that once was. Will be. The reality of what is really real, yet false. The ebb and flow of this mind. My mind. My perception of what it is to be sometimes. To feel alone in a crowded room. Without you near. The strength I fear, the love I crave. The breath of you that fills my lungs. Exhale. That which gives me

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  My lover is not here. I know where she is, I know who she is with. I know what it is she is doing at this very moment. Knowing that it is his body that she is touching, his lips she is kissing, his cock that is buried deep inside her cunt. I watched her walk out the door, a look in her eyes that spoke to me about what she wanted to do. She would be in control this time. Stunning in

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It is the parallel beams of light, that he uses to paint his pictures. The rays of the ending day that fill the aperture of his lens, as his subjects pose before him. Clothed, naked, the bodies before him are merely objects of art, seen as only he sees them. Sensual in nature, even sexual in a way, his mind does not allow him the luxury of arousal, as he ponders the composition, the focus,

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Everything that has a beginning, has an end. It starts with the meeting of eyes, the touching of hands, the scent of their presence.  The coming together of bodies, minds, mouths. Skin. Every beginning has an end. The end is just a new beginning.

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"In an increasingly interdependent world our own welfare and happiness depend on many other people. Other human beings have a right to peace and happiness that is equal to our own; therefore we have a responsibility to help those in need. Many of our world's problems and conflicts arise because we have lost sight of the basic humanity that binds us all together as a human family." His Holiness,

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I need you to know how I long for you. I need to feel you, devour you, fuck you. Hard. Then soft. Then harder than I have ever fucked you before. Not letting you catch your breath until you are screaming in ecstasy. Passion. Desire. Pure wanton lust as your cunt explodes all over my cock, over and over again. Feeling your sweet nectar running down my balls, down the inside of my legs, onto the

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If I could wrap up my heart, and give it you, I would like you to consider it yours.

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I am consumed. No longer do I have control of the thoughts that progress through my mind. This addiction must be served, sated, renewed. I am a slave to its demands. I am a servant to its commands. I am bound to want for more, need no less, yet crave its sweet perfection. This drug, my drug of choice is you. Your skin. Your mouth. Your lips. This perfect drug that I crave, that I yearn,

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(Click here for full version - NSFW) This is just the surface It goes much deeper than this Deeper than these green eyes will ever give away The depths of which I hold close The depths of which I rarely give away When all is revealed however My love will know no bounds

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Beware the fruit from the forbidden tree.  The temptation to consume may consume you.  Like it has consumed me.  Take a walk through this garden, to my Eden, where you will give in to the serpent, taste the fruit and forever be my Eve.

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Sometimes it is what you cannot see  That arouses the mind Stirs the soul Hardens flesh Sometimes it is what you cannot touch That stirs the mind Arouses the soul Brings hands to flesh The soft, the supple, the curve..

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Leading you into the darkness Taking you by the hand Silently taking the clothes from your body Touching your soft and tender skin laying you down Taking your arms and legs Placing these restraints around your wrists, ankles Finally the cover to shield your eyes Watching you as you lay there Vulnerable Sensual Enticing The lights go out My hands reach out You are mine now Tender touch

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Alone Awake Inspired

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Awaking from a deep slumber, the events from just a few hours ago are still fresh on his mind. Lying there, awake, in the stillness of the night, only a few sounds can be heard. The hum of the fridge in the kitchen, a lonely cricket off in the distance, the rumbling of a jet engine as it soars high overhead. The thirst for sex well and truly sated, it is his bodily fluids that need to be

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He is the master of his domain. The tools of his trade at his disposal, he has the knowledge, the power and the wherewithal to use them to devastating effect.  Strong hands, nimble fingers, he is only too aware that the recipients of his attention deserve the very best.  To give is to receive, and it is with this thought that he goes to work. To deliver, to define the statement of

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Can you feel the temperature rising? Can you feel the heat of my breath on your skin? One click of my fingers is all it will take to send you over the edge. Can you feel the presence of my lustful desire? Can you see my fuel that threatens to fire? One touch of your lips is all it will take to send me over the edge. We have reached the point. This flash point. All it will take is

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The time seemed to take forever She felt like she had been waiting an eternity for him She closed her eyes and thought of him Anticipating his touch Anticipating his smell Anticipating the growing desire she knew he would feel upon seeing her as she lay there in the soft lingerie the sheerness of them upon seeing her long legs wrapped within the nylon She thought of his cock She

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(click) I am the storm before the calm I am the fire that melts the ice I am the night that silences the daylight hours I will be the one I will take you from the quiet I will deliver you to screaming ecstasy I shall come to you in the black of night I shall become the searing white heat I shall leave my mark on you In black and in white

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The door is open I'm waiting for you wanting you  Walk through this door release your body from the confines of its threads alight your skin to mine

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Tell me why you came.. Is this what you came for? Is this what you need? Tell me what you want.. Tell me what you need.. And it will be so!

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As the clouds clear Let me be your light Let me be the giver of life to you Let my heat touch you from the inside out Let me be the fire of a thousand suns Let me be the burn that you crave The burn that sears itself upon your soul

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His message to her was crystal clear. The company they had kept throughout the day had left him in a state of arousal, and now that he was alone, he needed to be heard. These women, his woman, the scents, the sights, had left his cerebellum heightened, craving, needing. He was not alone in these thoughts. In the company of friends, her mind was working in similar circles. The message had

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(click-NSFW)   Do not be afraid Out of the darkness I come Like the coal that stokes the fire of your desire The oil that fuels the engine of your lust The night that will consume us Be consumed by us The scorched earth left scarred by our wanton adandon

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It is not the bricks and mortar that I speak of. It is not the roof above our heads. The windows I long to see into, are not made of glass, but the eyes I will stare deeply into. The home I speak of, is the place your heart belongs. With mine. Collectively they beat as one, creating the warmth, the love, the security that I crave. Although it seemed an eternity that we were apart, the

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Like the clothes that fit his body perfectly, so to does her love. Made to measure, tailored to fit them both. No longer resigned to an imperfect fit, he has been measured, no longer found wanting. Cut from the finest cloth, their life together is like poetry in motion. Walking the catwalk of existence, turning heads, eyes wide open. Like the Egyptian cotton, he wears his heart on

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(**click**NSFW**) I like to watch. But of course you know this. You know I take great pleasure in the fact you are doing this without me. I've waited a long time for this moment. Your moment. Our moment. As I watch events unfold before my eyes, I find a level of arousal I did not expect. This performance if you will, two bodies unleashing upon one another. Your body, his body. Your

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Sitting here with you, listening as Ella blends into Billie, before giving way to Miles, Frank and Louis, the subtleties and nuances of the jazz that fills the air around us, work together with the wine in our bellies. I feel warm. The middle of winter feels as if its in another land. As I sit here with you, a sense of calm becomes me, for I am acutely aware that to have a friend like

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Breaking free. No longer bound by the chains that tear at my mind. Broken are the locks that keep me trapped inside. With my eyes closed everything is now clear to me.  All I have to do is breathe.

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Four walls that stand around mefeel closer than they appearthe door has closedthe shades are drawnthis feeling that I fear tied to this chair it seemsthe will to move is failingthis weight is heavythis air devoid of breaththis feeling I am numbing Open my eyes to see the darknessit seems everywhere around methe forrest has no treesno trees seem to be fallingdeafened by the silence that be

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Together We are and always will be together we share more than just a life together we have built a love that binds Together

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As my fingers trace the line of your spine, and your breasts press their warmth into my naked skin I know I am home. The heat from our bodies warms this winter night, the remaining smell of your perfume fills my senses, I know I am alive. No words need to be spoken, and none are offered, the silence itself a language like no other, I know I am needed. As my weary mind transcends the very

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Never underestimate the power of a conversation, the sharing of words, thoughts and emotions over a coffee.  There is no need to face the world alone, for even though I am many things, I will always be a friend.

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(Click)in•ti•ma•cy –noun, plural -cies. 1. the state of being intimate. 2. a close, familiar, and usually affectionate or loving personal relationship with another person or group. 3. a close association with or detailed knowledge or deep understanding of a person. It is the intimacy I crave. The touch of skin, the joining of bodies, the sweet caress of your kiss. The longing to be

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 (click) If it is perfection that you seekyou will not find it hereNot unless it is imperfect perfectionthe flaws of a man, this man. My reflection shows to methe never was of what could bethe insubordination of the voice upon my shoulderspeak up this man, this man of me. This image of perfection I see in pixel, page or screenreminds me of the rainbow, the pot of goldthe evidence of its

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 Let me play you a tuneMy mind will be the leadMy body the rhythm sectionTogether we'll keep the beatLet my fingers play your stringsLet my voice sing into your earsthe words that will make you screamMy instrument of choice is you

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The silence as we travelled was compelling, the look in our eyes spoke of what was to come our hands held together as one the moment had arrived and we knew this was our time. The room was more than we could hope for, this day for you, the night to come A celebration of the years you have lived, this time all about the moment we shared at this minute. As the wine flowed from the

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In black and whitebetween darknessand lightall there is,is me.with strengthyet vulnerabilitya mind that runs deepa love that flows,a passenger in my demisethe architect of my ascension all there is,is me.

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The sounds of the night disturb me from my slumber My weary body My weary mind Recall the moments of no more than a few hours ago The heavy air in this room retains the smell of intensity, passion, arousal The weight of my eyelids drag my consciousness back to where it was The warmth on my face, tells me the new day has dawned The warmth on my skin tells me you are near My arm moves around you

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 slide on next to meshed the layers of your dayand lets get lost between the sheetsI will bask in the glow of your naked skinget lost in the scent of your morning perfumethat lingers, and lingers stillrun my hands through the trestles of your hairlet my fingers trace the lines of your hipsyour thighsthe curve of your breastthe peak of your nipplethen bring your lips to minemy eyes to yoursslide

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all there was, was darknessthe tunnel had no endhow can I see, when I am blinded by the painto find my way, to feel my way to the light that would give me life and then it came to me...you came to methe darkness descended, the light shone throughthe path before me showing me the wayour way, our life.

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For those of you who happen to come by this place from time to time, the first thing you may have noticed is that the place looks a bit different. Well this is just the start. I started this blog almost 12 months ago now, and it has taken a few different forms, but right now, I am bored with it. Other than my regular HNT posts, I really haven't done much here. Certainly not what I set out to

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  (click **NSFW**) Please take a seat, let me help you slip your blouse from your shoulders.Allow me to release the tension, sink my fingers into the tender flesh.As your mind unwinds, and the troubles of your day disappear,the desire rises within me with the tenacity of a tropical storm.Now I have you where I want you,Perhaps you should turn around and see,I also have what you need. 

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The Puppet Master pulls the strings Directs my hands where to go Once there fingers come alive like magic working their magic The Puppet Master pulls the strings Directs my face where to go Once there my tongue comes alive like magic Taking her to a higher plane The Puppet Master pulls the strings......

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For as long as I can recall I have taken pleasure from watching the world around me. So it should come as no surprise that the thought of watching you should arouse me as it does. Watching how you interact, seduce and entice your lover with your beguiling charms, your irresistible curves, your soft yet warm and inviting skin. But it is not just you I wish to watch. It's the interaction.

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With my hand on my heartI promise to youI will be your protectorthe light in the darknessthe reason for your smile. With my hand on my heartI will give my all for yoube everything to youhold you close when you feel afarwipe the tears away from your cheeks. With my hand on my heartI offer it to youunquestionedunwaveringdevoted With my hand on my heart,I will always be yours..

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They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old; Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them. The fourth stanza from the poem -  For the fallen by Laurence Binyon (1869–1943). Image taken by me of the entrance to The Shrine of Remembrance Young men, off to see the world. A world at war. Sadly, a great many of

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(Click *NSFW*) Standing by the pale moonlight I seeyour skin illuminatedyour hair falling gracefully over the pillowbathed in the soft glow of the outside worldyour body speaks to me  I can but only listenmy body in tune to the sounds of your breathingthe rise and fall of your chestthe crescent of light that fights the shadowaround your nipples As the moon retreats behind the curtain of a cloudI

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Apologies if you were hoping to see a HNT from me last week. Alas however I was on holidays with the family interstate, and was too busy (or lazy perhaps) to schedule a post. Rest assured it is just a temporary blip. I do have a statement to make however. I fucking hate airports!! Throughout my recent few years, I have spent more than my fair share of time sitting in airport lounges. Many

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A break in proceedings. It's funny how the seconds turn into minutes, the minutes into hours. It seemed like only a moment ago, that you were bending over, cheekily showing off the sexy blue french knickers as your very short dress rode up you as you got the plates from the cupboard to serve our guest dinner. Time indeed seemed to stand still, as we took turns in giving to you, as wave after

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(click after reading)Seduction begins in the mind. It is strategic thought provocation that delves into the inner recesses of a Woman's psyche. No Man should presume she is his for the taking. He must make her lust for him, need him, beg for him. For the mastery of seduction is a privilege and not a right. A Man must prove his worth, play the game fairly yet with a strength of character that any

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Music has always been a way for me to escape reality at times, a way to fight the demons of my life past, and a way of bringing clarity to an otherwise muddy mind. If not for music, I can honestly say that there would have been times where I just would not have coped with what life was throwing at me. Music means many different things to many different people, and I am certain you all have

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 (click) Layers shed, like the inhibitions of a life without boundaries, Your love casts a shadow on the heat of a painful life past. Your body moves to mine like a dance of two perfect hearts. Bodies entwined, Minds tangled together in perfect union. This is love, this is a life that lives to be free, Free of the wants of a material world. Embedded in the sensual, the visceral,

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There is a sound of desperation in your cries, as I deliberately tease you with the tip of my manhood. I want to give into the burning desire to plunge myself deep inside you, but I refrain. Savouring this moment, the feeling of you clamped around the head of my cock, the way your body is writhing on the counter top, in an attempt to lower yourself onto me, while I watch your chest heave as your

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Take a look, no a longer look..Through this lense, this looking glassawaits... My Alice come hither to me,I wantI needI must please and entice you.. A sensual wonderland awaits you,for it is I that will show you the way...take you away..  To see how deep the rabbit hole goes....... Do you dare take a peek through the looking glass??(click the photo) As a special treat for you, you may be

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No other words from me, other than what you see. What do you see?

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Imagine this.... You and I are alone in a room, the door is closed there is a 4 post bed against one wall, an old antique wash stand and mirror against another wall. Only a lamp lights the room. You are dressed in a silk blouse, and a long skirt, with your hair left to drop in a natural way that defines your lovely neck. I am wearing a dark suit, with a silk tie, the smell of your perfume, and

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Long title I know. I have my reasons I suppose, but this post is a slight departure from my normal style of HNT. I have my reasons. Even though I used this image as one of my "click throughs" last year, I felt it was deserving of its own post (that plus I didn't get time to take the photo I has planned to this week). Part of what I really like about this image, is the mood. We can all be moody

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 (**Click**NSFW!!) I am not a religious Man but fuck me you are testing my resolve. Never before have I felt like this. So alive! So free! I wish I could truly explain what it was like for me before. I know you find it hard to believe but it is true I swear! This shell that had become my cocoon, my protector from hurt, had left me not a Man, but a boy almost. Arise this

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(Find the click down below) Sometimes less is more. I flew into town late in the afternoon. Heading to the location where the rendezvous was to take place, there were several scenarios running through my mind. The recurring thought that I kept coming back to was the possibility of something profound, exalted and significant taking place. The bar we had chosen to meet at was decidedly old

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(Click) There are days that seem to go on forever when I'm away from you And at times the night is just too short. Yet when I am with you, time stands still, So I sit before you in your resplendent glory. Time waits for no man, But I will wait for you forever. Forever will I be yours, Yours Truly.

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It's been a long day. Deadlines to meet and needing to please seemingly 100 different people. But I got through the day knowing it was you I was to see that night. That day needs to be washed away. I need to be cleansed, pure and whole for you. Contaminated by the tasks of a mundane occupation, I cannot risk letting them keep me from providing my 100% undivided attention to you. To your body,

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(Click) Please do not speak my lovely. There are no words that can describe this moment, nor do it justice. You look beautiful tonight, radiant in fact. Could you feel every man's eyes on you as you walked into that room? I felt 10 feet tall on your arm. Watching you as you glide, not walk, I cannot help but think of the skin that is sliding against the fabric of that dress as it sways to and

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 (*Click*) I know last week I promised a return to normal programming in that my pics would be of better quality by my standards, however I have decided to go with a somewhat different style for this weeks HNT. It's been a bit tough having my kids here for a few weeks during the school holidays, and to say it places some strain on Jas and my relationship would not be an understatement. Having 4

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Well I almost forgot what day it was, as I have been on holidays with a houseful of kids. I haven't had time to take any new photos this year, and besides that, my camera is being very temperamental at this point in time. So I'm afraid all I have to share is a photo I took a while ago. It's far from my best but all I have left from the photos I have of me. If you click you'll get the rest of

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Since starting off on my HNT journey, I have spent more time in front of the lense than I probably had in the previous 3 or 4 years in total. With photography being a bit of a hobby, I was all of a sudden presented with the challenge of coming up with a new idea each week, and this was a challenge I have thoroughly enjoyed. Along with that, it also gave me the opportunity to do some writing to

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Sometimes you can't see whats up the road ahead and just around the bend. At the very least it makes life interesting. Today I drove 1100kms (just over 600 miles) on my own, as I am seeing my older kids for Christmas day tomorrow. I left behind Jas and our new son, so I won't be with them for his first Christmas. I guess it's not that big a deal as he won't remember it anyway, but still it's one

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I guess I should start by wishing everyone a merry Christmas. If that doesn't seem entirely sincere then I guess that is because I'm not a particularly big fan of this time of year. I have mentioned a few times that I am not a religious person, I also have issues with the commercialisation of a religious event to the point where it is now expected to shower people, especially kids, with

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Just letting some of you who follow Jas know that she has taken down her blog for the time being due to some privacy concerns! Apparently there is an application on Facebook called Networked Blogs whereby you are able to basically register any blog on this application, even if you are NOT the owner!! This quote is from the search page: Note: Did you know that you can register any blog in the

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He's made his list He's checked it twice He knows which Mum's are naughty or nice! (And you thought it was the kids that were on the list!!) Santa Claus is coming going to town!! He's seen you when you're playing He knows your dirty thoughts So if you want your kids to get Christmas presents Then do exactly what he says!! You better watch out You better dress nice You better get

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CagedLike the circus lion, kept for others amusementBeaten, downtrodden, belief in my own failureA provider I was, the money machineA means to an end for the family regime MindFucked with once, and again and againYet the body is shunned, rejected and spurnedA need left wanting and a promise unkeptThe vows that were spoken, now held in contempt ReleaseNo longer will I be subjected to the masterMy

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I have contemplated a great many things I have seen a great many things I have been places in my mind most men would fear to tread I have contemplated going no further I have seen the darkness of depression I have risen from the darkness entrenched I have become the light No dark do I now fear

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I have mentioned in the past on a previous post here about some of our experiences with Single men in the swinging scene, and given in my recent post regarding our first threesome, I feel I should even the score somewhat by recounting some experiences we have had with a Man who can only be described as "the real deal". There have been two occasions where the real deal has been a part of our

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"The Fool comes to a cross-road, filled with energy, confidence and purpose, knowing exactly where he wants to go and what he wants to do. But he comes to a dead stop. A flowering tree marks the path he wants to take, the one he's been planning on taking. But standing before a fruit tree marking the other path is a woman. He's met and had relationships with women before. But she is different.

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I have been a bit quiet of late in the blogging department, save for HNT that is, as things have been pretty busy with the arrival of our Son a few weeks ago. I thought I would get back into the swing of things so to speak by sharing with you all some of experiences we have had to date in our swinging adventures. Swinging is something we have both thoroughly enjoyed partaking in, and have

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I watch you take his hand and lead him to the couch.I watch you press your lips to his as his hands remove the layers of cloth that divide you.I watch you release his arousal and hear the gasp that escapes your lips upon feeling the size within your grasp.I watch as you fall to your knees and take to his flesh with lips and tongue.I watch as his hands discover your supple breast, soft skin and

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(Click)My hands are strong, they can fix things. They can give pleasure. Oh how I know and love the things they do to you.....These hands love to touch your skin. Follow the curves of your perfect body, those ample breasts, the supple nape of your neck.....My hands grip your waist, as I push myself into you. Holding you tightly so I maintain control. Taking handfuls of hair as I fill you with my

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As the new dawn breaks,I awake to hear you breatheWelcome to the world my son,A new life, a life I helped create.Holding you tightly to my chest,you can hear my heart beat.my heart is now full,full of love for you my son.Your little hands and little feet,a precious yet fragile body.I am your protectorI am your Father.

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(Click, NSFW!!!)It was our first night together. Dinner, movie, then back to your place for coffee. There was tension in the air, and nothing was going to stave that tension until it had been released. All night all I could think about was kissing you, and perhaps a little more. The coffee was great, but your lips were what I was craving."Can I take your blouse off?""Of course you can.....""Your

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(Click)Your hand reaches over me, as the sunlight begins to drift through the crack in the blinds. You find what it is you were looking for, and I find my cock waking up at a greater pace than I am. As my mind slowly but surely begins to register the raging erection within your grasp, my heart quickens, my breath becomes labored and I feel the warmth of your breasts as they press into my skin.

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My ImmaculateAlthough you wear no crown, a princess you are to meThough no wings you have, an angel you still beWhen the troubles of the world, bear weight upon my soulI have but to think of you, and know our love is pure, and wholeThe privilege is mine, to hold your handTo walk beside you, to lay beside youTo feel the warmth and love of your embraceIs a wonder to beholdIf a perfect love is to

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The morning after the night before I reflectcarnal desires, wanton lust, pure passionSensual, sexual, emotional and deepYet guttural, relentless to a new paradigmPerhaps there was a full moon,So primal were our screamsHeat, fluid, cries, moansPressure released like rain from a cloudNothing left, all given, all takencollapsed into twisted bodies connectedWas dark still when you left,your precious

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You know the movie, the one with Gwyneth Paltrow?It's about how life can be very different due to any number of ifs, buts and maybes, and how things might have been different if "X" or "Y" happened / didn't happen.If only life was like a Hollywood movie, and we all had the benefit of seeing where all the different tracks would lead. I say if only, purely out of interest, as in it would

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Driving home from the Business function I had no wish to attend, all I can think about, is you lying there on your own in our bed.The rain drowns my windshield, leaving the streets a blur, not unlike the evening just gone given my longing to be by your side.Lightning strikes, and the thunder roars behind it, cracking me back into consciousness, as I pull into the driveway. All the lights are out,

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Try if you will, for just one day,To see the world through my eyes.See the pain you caused in the way you spoke to me,See the hurt in pushing me away. Through my eyes you would see how hard,Was the decision for me to walk away,Through my eyes you would see,The enormity of what you took from me. Try if you will, for just one day,To imagine what its like, not to hear their voices.To see those

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Awakened by the alarm next to your bed, I find your skin next to mine, warm, intoxicating, invigorating. The evening before ending in a climactic fog precursoring the deepest sleep. I need to get ready for work, but cant break the bond our skin shares. I need to move, but the arousal building within me holds me back, I need you again.Eventually I must move, and on my travel to work I can think of

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It's a slow day at work, so I thought I would share with anyone who is interested, an article I wrote for some research done by Bettina Arndt and also Marie Claire Magazine Australia.It's a bit long winded, so hopefully it doesn't bore you to tears, but I think it makes for interesting reading from someone who used porn in the past for various reasons. The premise being that Men in a relationship

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(Click after reading)Two HandsThese handsMy two handsTake them as I walk with you, into the night, into the day, into the futureFor these hands will hold you tight, never let you go, until the day my breath is still.These handsWill catch you when you fall, lift you when you are downThey will wipe the tear that runs down a cheek so fineThey will draw your face to mine, until our lips trembling do

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Today here in Australia, is Fathers Day.To all of you Father's out there, who are unable to be with their children today, for whatever reason, keep it together, but let it all out.I know it's hard not to show emotion, not least of all to shed a tear. I mean hell, real men don't cry do they? I tried not to, but a tear or two did roll down the cheek. I cried on the inside.Why I get upset though is

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If you by happen to venture onto a "Swingers" website, you will often find that most couples or single female profiles will have the phrase "No Single Men". When my partner and I first joined one of these sites, we were a little surprised at how many profiles of supposed swingers, wanted nothing to do with other men. Having been on the site now for almost 2 years, I think its safe to say I am

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(Click)After a long day I return home to find you sitting on the couch, waiting for me. Glass of wine in your hand, you dress split up the side revealing your long slender leg, the look in your eyes tells me what you need.Standing..A long, slow kiss to get things started. I can taste the wine on your lips. Cheekily your dress falls to the ground revealing your beautiful curves, clad in fine

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To finish up my week of reflection, I thought I would share some more of my writing that helped me through my journey of self discovery, self worth and the realisation that I didn't have to be a human ATM and sperm donor. I don't really wish to write about my ex-wife that much at the moment, as she is well and truly in my past now, and that chapter of my life is closed.What is important is that I

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As I delve into the world of HNT, I thought for my first effort, I would share an image that speaks about my approach to the art of making love. For me, my pleasure is garnered from that of my partner, and I consider it the ultimate in giving to completely devote myself to the pleasure of my lover.Why rush things? Instead of just releasing my raging arousal, I prefer to let my hands, mouth and

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