DARKNESS RELEASED

As the Dark side is released the fresh air of the crisp night felt like nectar dripping down the back of my throat as I took the dare and moved my lips too close to hers. There was no pull back, no resistance, just a look from her deep and dark eyes promising the world should I dare to ask for it. We touched. It should be delicate, it should be sensual and be a reminder of things to come. I'm not that type, I wanted it to be deep and wanted her to know about it, and it was. My tongue exploded into hers, we pushed and danced and moved together, forever. Savour the fist kiss, and we did, it went on, the two of us lost in the sense of pure erotic pleasure. A desire to please and a desire to be pleased, of total selfishness, and I want her to beg for more. I want her to be pleased and in her pleasure mine will come. My hand tightly gripped at her thigh. I rubbed it slowly towards the inside of her leg and up where it embraced the warmth of her body, that began to push down on me wanting more. I gave her more. Harder and harder rubbing and caressing and moving in tune to her now thrusting movements. Our breathing was now getting heavier as our desires were getting darker.





She drew back, and I knew she was past the point of no return, I knew where this was going to go. And so did she. She moved her hands to my belt, and gently undid my zip. I grew into her as her lips closed around me and a she gently slide her hands underneath my crotch. Her saliva flowed down my shaft and she became more forceful with every lunge of her head. She heaved her body behind each thrusting movement she wanted me in her, deeper, deeper and harder. She pushed on me, and I was in her throat, she could not breath and still harder and deeper she pushed. Her agony was pleasure she groaned as her whole body was consumed with erotic sensation. She pushed further in her own selfishness and screamed. She moved like a serpent writhing in pleasure. She subsided. She kissed my heaving chest. I grabbed her and pulled her mouth to mine and kissed her sweet lips I tasted myself. I touched her gently like the beating of a butterfly wing. I moved her to the bed, holding her, holding the moment. I smelt her beautiful brown skin as I undid her buttons one by one, kissing and caressing each part of her newly revealed body. I move to her flat stomach. I could smell her now, her moisture, my desire to please and be pleased. I pulled down her panties and plunged into her as deeply as I could. My tongue pushing in all directions and removing all her moisture and gulping it, breathing it, eating it. I sucked on her clitoris and she moaned, I sucked harder and she shoved my head into her crotch. I went further, my tongue lunging almost ripping at its root. Pain and pleasure are so hard to differentiate. She pulled me up, and I held her moisture in my mouth. I sensed she wanted to drink from her own body as I had mine. Our tongues came together and wound around each other as did we. "I want you now, I want you in me now, here and now" she whispered sternly. I moved and parted her slim brown legs that I had been looking at for the past couple of months. I moved between them and I locked us together in passion and beauty.





She was ready and I slid in unaided and immediately she took selfish pleasure and rammed me in while thrusting her pelvis towards me. "Fuck me. Fuck me". She wanted pure sex, there was no romance just hard physical pleasure. I was happy to oblige and drove her hard. I eased off and she pulled away from me, pushed me on the bed and mounted me. She needed the control she needed to pace herself hard, to work to that moment when the world ceases to exist and all that counts is the screaming of every cell in your body in unison.





Her energy was massive her face tightened as she moaned and pounded up and down on me. I took control and made her bend over the bed and went inside her again. Using this position I knew I could provide her with maximum penetration and speed and I did just that. She screamed for more and begged me to come inside her. I exploded and released into her as she spasmed and contorted. I continued to move insider her, her moist lips holding me in. I moved further and harder and clutching her pelvis we moved in unison. Neither of us wanted it to end, neither of us could end it. We wanted the explosion of the stars and the moon to continue for ever, we orgasmed again and we gripped each other. I pumped insider her and released all my passion and energy converting it into my selfish pleasure. We collapsed and fell into the soft welcoming sheets and she lay on me and we held each other. Our passionate moisture combined together as did our lives. Even if this moment could not last, the memory will live forever, the desire to savor another moment to be pressed tightly into one another would never go away. What is done can never be undone.

WHITE AND DARK - BOTH SIDES OF THE STORY

Money, sex, alcohol, drugs and rock and roll, almost on tap. This is my side of my life, and I love it. I always have and I always will. This will never change. I am past the 40 mark (only just), and have realised that there is only one me. This is it.....and I really love it.


To have this side of my life, I need to have a respectable side, to fund it and to feed it. So here I am in a world to which so many aspire. Respectful, very well paid job, that requires international travel, from which I have built up a worldwide network of business friends during the last 15 years.

Along side this respectable international network I have woven a framework of connections and real friends, with whom I loudly and abundantly play and partake of secret guilty pleasures. I call this My Life. Because it was created by me, loved by me and carefully nurtured by me. It is also known as my Dark Side. We all have one, don't kid yourself if you are thinking you don't. I love my Dark Side so much. The fondness I feel for it alone makes me participate fully in the respectable side of my life, which I call my White side.


I live mostly on the White side, and allow my Dark side in when I can. Don't misunderstand me, the white lets the dark out and not the other way round. When I need to be good, I can be, BUT....



CARPE DIEM....and I do, and the dark side is let out to soar through the newly opened window of opportunity, and flies as free as an eagle in the promise of a wonderful spring morning, flying high above the world of mundane thoughts and turgidly dull respectability. Once the Dark side is unleashed it brings an unsurpassed rush that sings and flows through every vein and cell in my body. The sound rings music in my ears and my desire to abandon the framework of my white life becomes overwhelming. My Dark side is entertaining, naughty, and disregards every boundary of respectable behaviour. It is without question just great fun. It accelerates and elevates those around and casts a net of pure and unadulterated pleasures on all that it encapsulates.

Taste the pure freedom. The freedom to fly and run and sample the overflowing gulps of unadulterated guilty pleasures. To take this nectar and share it with others and bond in exquisite ecstasy of fulfilled enjoyment.

BUT...there is a price. Everything in life needs a balance, the White brings the balance, the white brings the dark in as a prisoner. Trapped. Unable to stretch your wings and feel the thumping rhythm of fulfilment whenever you wish. The dark always obeys the white.

How many times can you fulfil your naughtiest thoughts and dreams...as many times as is sensible to do so. Overextend it and it does not become a guilty pleasure. Not letting it out causes frustration. Everything is about balance. I believe I have found that balance, the balance between dark and white that controls the worlds in which we live...it is only as long as the dark is let out to feed, then white can live in fulfillment.