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I had to get out of that room as fast as I could. I couldn’t even wait for him to finish answering my question because there was no stopping myself from grinning like a fool. I had to get out of his sightline because I had to do a little skip and let some of the joy inside me come out. I had to change those CDs so fast because the next one in line to play was his, but I wanted to mess with him first; I didn’t want him to know that I knew who he was. Scenes from the movie Misery flashed through my head. I didn’t want to hurt him, though, just keep him awhile and see if I could get him to play his harmonica for me, sing to me, do naughty things to me.

I did a little jump in the air as soon as I was behind him, and a silent scream, and tried to get all my grinning out while my back was to him. I’m not very good at keeping my emotions inside me, though, so hiding the fact that I knew exactly who he was might be a challenge. What was I to do? Think about baseball, I told myself. That’s stupid, I thought in the next millisecond. Who could think of anything else but Taylor in their very own HOUSE?! Just think of a way to keep him away from that phone. Yeah, that was the way to go. And play it cool.

“You hungry?” I asked as he was coming around the corner into the kitchen. “Have a seat.”

“That smells great, what is it?” he asked, dropping his bag on the floor and taking a deep breath in through his nose.

“It’s just a breakfast casserole; eggs and sausage and stuff. I put it in to bake before my workout. You want some?”

But he didn’t have to answer because his stomach answered for him--I heard it all the way across the kitchen. I burst out laughing and said, “I’ll take that as a yes!”

He blushed just the tiniest little bit and took a seat at the island on one of the tall stools. “Sure, I could use a plate, I guess,” he replied.

I took a moment to look at him and give him a little smile, noticing his “natural” hairstyle this morning and his rumpled t-shirt and jeans. But I had to stay away from those eyes. I could sense that if I gazed into them too long I’d give myself away. Either that or get all hot and bothered before breakfast. Who am I kidding? I thought. I’m ready to go right now. Just say the word, Taylor, just say the word.

Hiding my wicked little grin, I turned and started getting some dishes out of the cupboard but he jumped up and offered to set the table himself. Wow, maybe this whole “southern gentleman” thing isn’t an act after all, I thought. I wouldn’t know, never having actually met a man from anywhere farther south than Minneapolis.

Dishing up the casserole, I almost started to apologize that I didn’t have any whole milk in my fridge--or any kind of dairy milk at all, but then remembered my little game. This might be harder than I thought since I knew so much about him. But instead I offered him every kind of beverage I had in the kitchen: water, soymilk, root beer and apple juice.

His eyes got a little wider and his mouth dropped open, but then he just said, “Uh, juice, please.” I did another secret little chuckle and didn’t even feel sorry for him having to go without his whole milk, because I knew he had been peeping at me through my window. I just knew it. But how to get it out of him? If I could catch him in his lie outright, I’d have the upper hand...and figured I could twist that some way to my advantage.

Reigning my wandering mind back in, I tried making small talk while we ate. “So where you from?” I asked around a mouthful of casserole. I really didn’t have any dignity left to uphold there in my kitchen with dried sweat on my skin, no makeup and workout clothes on.

“Alabama,” he said, around his own mouthful. “But I’m up here on a little vacation for a few days, just to...get away for awhile, I guess.”

Get away...get away! This was a great place to get away. Get away in my bed, in my living room, in my backyard, on top of these plates. I could feel myself growing warm again. Stop it! I scolded myself. Remember--play it cool! “The other suits at the office getting you down?” I asked, hoping to completely throw him off the track that I knew who he was.

Shoving another forkful of food in his mouth, he gave a little laugh and mumbled around it, “No, I’m a musician.”

He locked his eyes on mine with his eyebrows knitted together just a bit, and I could tell he wanted to say, “Don’t you know who I am?” but he knew and I knew that that would sound way too egotistical, even for an American Idol winner. “Ah. So the road’s gettin’ to ya?” I nodded at him, thinking, “Please take your eyes off me, I can’t take it and I can’t tear mine away. And I‘m really starting to heat up now.” For the first time I noticed those deep brown eyes looked really weary, and I had a sudden urge to pull him into my arms, lay his head on my chest and just hold him.

Thankfully he blew those thoughts right out of my head when he opened his mouth in a wide yawn, showing me a mouthful of half-chewed food. He quickly shoved his fist in front of his mouth, swallowed, and said with a laugh, “Sorry, it‘s been a long night.”

“So I see,” I joked. “You wanna take a nap before you make that phone call?” I asked, hoping beyond hope that he would. My closest friend, Emily, would just die when I told her I got to watch Taylor sleep.

“You wouldn’t mind?” he asked, raising his eyebrows at me.

I felt myself go weak from the loins down at the sight of those eyebrows and silently thanked God that I was already sitting down. “No, I wouldn’t mind. There’s lots of free beds in this house, and the sheets are fresh, too. Come on.”

I started leading him towards the main floor bedroom, but he caught me by the wrist as I squeezed past him. “Oh yeah?” he said with a flirty smirk on his face. “What exactly do you do for a living, then? And why are all the sheets clean?”

“Ha, ha. Very funny,” I smirked back. “I work at the hospital. And the sheets are all clean because I’m having a little get together tonight. The kind of get together where my friends might need a place to sleep it off instead of driving home drunk.” I pulled my arm free and kept on walking even though every nerve cell in my body was telling me to sit myself down in his lap and run my fingers through his hair while I kissed him...let our legs and arms tie themselves in knots while we hungrily groped each other. My wrist tingled and burned where his hand had grasped me, so bad that I had to literally try to shake it off. I didn’t know if I’d be able to leave him alone and let him sleep or not.

“What’s with the twin beds?” he asked when we reached the bedroom.

“This was my grandparents’ room. They actually slept in separate beds, but they’re gone now. My grandma asked me to take the house when she went into the nursing home right before she died, and I felt kinda weird moving into such a big house all by myself, but she insisted it stay in the family, so here I am. Not that there’s any other family anymore except my brother, and I hardly ever see him.” I felt myself breathe a big sigh. “So which do you want,” I asked, pointing at each bed. “Grandma’s bed or Grandpa’s?”]]>
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I had to get out of that room as fast as I could. I couldn’t even wait for him to finish answering my question because there was no stopping myself from grinning like a fool. I had to get out of his sightline because I had to do a little skip and let some of the joy inside me come out. I had to change those CDs so fast because the next one in line to play was his, but I wanted to mess with him first; I didn’t want him to know that I knew who he was. Scenes from the movie Misery flashed through my head. I didn’t want to hurt him, though, just keep him awhile and see if I could get him to play his harmonica for me, sing to me, do naughty things to me.

I did a little jump in the air as soon as I was behind him, and a silent scream, and tried to get all my grinning out while my back was to him. I’m not very good at keeping my emotions inside me, though, so hiding the fact that I knew exactly who he was might be a challenge. What was I to do? Think about baseball, I told myself. That’s stupid, I thought in the next millisecond. Who could think of anything else but Taylor in their very own HOUSE?! Just think of a way to keep him away from that phone. Yeah, that was the way to go. And play it cool.

“You hungry?” I asked as he was coming around the corner into the kitchen. “Have a seat.”

“That smells great, what is it?” he asked, dropping his bag on the floor and taking a deep breath in through his nose.

“It’s just a breakfast casserole; eggs and sausage and stuff. I put it in to bake before my workout. You want some?”

But he didn’t have to answer because his stomach answered for him--I heard it all the way across the kitchen. I burst out laughing and said, “I’ll take that as a yes!”

He blushed just the tiniest little bit and took a seat at the island on one of the tall stools. “Sure, I could use a plate, I guess,” he replied.

I took a moment to look at him and give him a little smile, noticing his “natural” hairstyle this morning and his rumpled t-shirt and jeans. But I had to stay away from those eyes. I could sense that if I gazed into them too long I’d give myself away. Either that or get all hot and bothered before breakfast. Who am I kidding? I thought. I’m ready to go right now. Just say the word, Taylor, just say the word.

Hiding my wicked little grin, I turned and started getting some dishes out of the cupboard but he jumped up and offered to set the table himself. Wow, maybe this whole “southern gentleman” thing isn’t an act after all, I thought. I wouldn’t know, never having actually met a man from anywhere farther south than Minneapolis.

Dishing up the casserole, I almost started to apologize that I didn’t have any whole milk in my fridge--or any kind of dairy milk at all, but then remembered my little game. This might be harder than I thought since I knew so much about him. But instead I offered him every kind of beverage I had in the kitchen: water, soymilk, root beer and apple juice.

His eyes got a little wider and his mouth dropped open, but then he just said, “Uh, juice, please.” I did another secret little chuckle and didn’t even feel sorry for him having to go without his whole milk, because I knew he had been peeping at me through my window. I just knew it. But how to get it out of him? If I could catch him in his lie outright, I’d have the upper hand...and figured I could twist that some way to my advantage.

Reigning my wandering mind back in, I tried making small talk while we ate. “So where you from?” I asked around a mouthful of casserole. I really didn’t have any dignity left to uphold there in my kitchen with dried sweat on my skin, no makeup and workout clothes on.

“Alabama,” he said, around his own mouthful. “But I’m up here on a little vacation for a few days, just to...get away for awhile, I guess.”

Get away...get away! This was a great place to get away. Get away in my bed, in my living room, in my backyard, on top of these plates. I could feel myself growing warm again. Stop it! I scolded myself. Remember--play it cool! “The other suits at the office getting you down?” I asked, hoping to completely throw him off the track that I knew who he was.

Shoving another forkful of food in his mouth, he gave a little laugh and mumbled around it, “No, I’m a musician.”

He locked his eyes on mine with his eyebrows knitted together just a bit, and I could tell he wanted to say, “Don’t you know who I am?” but he knew and I knew that that would sound way too egotistical, even for an American Idol winner. “Ah. So the road’s gettin’ to ya?” I nodded at him, thinking, “Please take your eyes off me, I can’t take it and I can’t tear mine away. And I‘m really starting to heat up now.” For the first time I noticed those deep brown eyes looked really weary, and I had a sudden urge to pull him into my arms, lay his head on my chest and just hold him.

Thankfully he blew those thoughts right out of my head when he opened his mouth in a wide yawn, showing me a mouthful of half-chewed food. He quickly shoved his fist in front of his mouth, swallowed, and said with a laugh, “Sorry, it‘s been a long night.”

“So I see,” I joked. “You wanna take a nap before you make that phone call?” I asked, hoping beyond hope that he would. My closest friend, Emily, would just die when I told her I got to watch Taylor sleep.

“You wouldn’t mind?” he asked, raising his eyebrows at me.

I felt myself go weak from the loins down at the sight of those eyebrows and silently thanked God that I was already sitting down. “No, I wouldn’t mind. There’s lots of free beds in this house, and the sheets are fresh, too. Come on.”

I started leading him towards the main floor bedroom, but he caught me by the wrist as I squeezed past him. “Oh yeah?” he said with a flirty smirk on his face. “What exactly do you do for a living, then? And why are all the sheets clean?”

“Ha, ha. Very funny,” I smirked back. “I work at the hospital. And the sheets are all clean because I’m having a little get together tonight. The kind of get together where my friends might need a place to sleep it off instead of driving home drunk.” I pulled my arm free and kept on walking even though every nerve cell in my body was telling me to sit myself down in his lap and run my fingers through his hair while I kissed him...let our legs and arms tie themselves in knots while we hungrily groped each other. My wrist tingled and burned where his hand had grasped me, so bad that I had to literally try to shake it off. I didn’t know if I’d be able to leave him alone and let him sleep or not.

“What’s with the twin beds?” he asked when we reached the bedroom.

“This was my grandparents’ room. They actually slept in separate beds, but they’re gone now. My grandma asked me to take the house when she went into the nursing home right before she died, and I felt kinda weird moving into such a big house all by myself, but she insisted it stay in the family, so here I am. Not that there’s any other family anymore except my brother, and I hardly ever see him.” I felt myself breathe a big sigh. “So which do you want,” I asked, pointing at each bed. “Grandma’s bed or Grandpa’s?”]]> http://taylormadesoul.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=1235 Mon, 26 Jun 2006 13:54:53 -0600 http://taylormadesoul.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=1235 my eyes..as i peel off my tshirt walking down the hall..i see him thru the shower curtain with his face in the shower..wetting his hair...i just stop and look for a moment...capturing this for eternity..his lean but thick body, his hips, his legs, his arms...he's
a gorgeous sight...i am standing there looking at him with my mouth hanging open when he startles me "hey baby, get in here"
he has his head sticking outside the curtain..lookin all cute and shit....i shake my head and move toward him...like a magnet
to steel...pulling me in...i get over to him, and he kisses me, all ivory soap smellin, wet face and lips..its exhilarating...it makes me high again..i step into the shower..he closes the curtain behind me...and turns me into the water..he wets my hair...rubbin it all over my head..lathering it up..pulling it up into a point..doing the same with his only in a faux hawk....hes rubbing the shampoo all over my head, on my face, my neck...my chest...im doing the same to him, as the water runs streams of the suds down his leg in a white river...hes SO cute..so fuckin cute.....i grab my shower gloves, and squirt some Brown Sugar body wash on them...i hold my had out after lathering them..."here, smell this"..he bows his head to smell it..he takes my hands and places them on his ribs...."wash me.."...he puts his hands on my shoulders and watches me...watches me as i rub him with the exfoliating gloves..rubbing that smell..that brown sugar and butter smell....my mouth is watering...he is growing again...i finish washing his torso, and tell him to turn around..he does...i start scrubbing his back..moving my hands over his strong back and shoulders..down his arms....washing each finger..down the small of his back...to his beautiful tight ass..it is exquisite...i scrub
it..make him laugh...jiggle it...wrap my hands around his hips, rubbing as i go...i reach around and first grab his balls and scrub those lightly..watching him the whole time from the side..his profile with the water running down his neck...arching his back into me...pulling..pulling....i start to wash his shaft..but the gloves are too rough..he is ready again...engorged, hanging there..i take the gloves off, my hands are slippery and soapy and they smell like melting brown sugar..i begin stroking him as i press my body behind him...from the base to the tip in long, slow, deliberate strokes...taking time to rub the head each time it get to the end..causing him to suck breath in....spasming his stomach muscles and causing him to bend a little at the waist...he reaches back...grabs my ass and pulls me into him.....he leans his head back....so the back of his head is resting on my left shoulder..i am watching over his right shoulder..his right hand holding him up against the shower wall...the water is cascading down our bodies, and he is enraptured..he is in the ZONE....i dont think i can call him back...he is moaning so deep, it reverberates off of the tile wallls...."hey taylor...baby, taylor..." i am talking softly in his ear.....he is not answering..he is thrumming..so deep inside his senses....he rolls his face in to mine and kisses me...his tongue darting around my mouth..
he stops..."whats up, hon, what u need?"....i raise my eyebrows at him..hes all wet, and he looks nothing like the taylor
that anyone else has seen, thats for sure...he is just 'wet ....man'..and he is a turned on wet man....he is vibrating...standing
there with the biggest erection ive ever seen in my soapy hand...."i was wondering...do you want me to finish this, or do you
want to share it?"....he turns his entire body in one motion, taking me...."share it? share it?"...."god girl what you do to me
with your words...i share it"....he turns me.....so i am no face first in the shower spray...he leans me over a bit...and he braces his hand on the middle of my back...pausing for a moment to run his finger down the long scar on my spine...he continues....there is no use for fingers to spread, or hands to guide, his dick is out and it is ready, and it is in me...long and fast and deep...he is in me AGAIN..ive lost track...just seems like we laugh, fuck, laugh, fuck....and the thought of that makes me come immediately around that engorged pole....i am leaning back into him....he is holding me, now...and he is again doing what he seems to do best...yes he does this better than sing..he really does..he knows what hes doing, and what i want, and how i want it, and when i want it..we are in sync.....he rocks back on his heels to stroke...deep, long strokes..he is watching his dick again, in and out...in and out...taking moments to dribble warm water on it as it glides back and forth ....i feel so just FILLED...like theres no room in my abdomen either...it is so deep and so hot..he is bringing me to where he wants me again.....and he is holding off at the same time to wait....he leans in to kiss my neck...i know when he's holding back, because he is tender...he kisses, he nibbles....i start to come, and he does too..again together....we have synched up ....it is incredible..all my nerve endings poking out thru my skin........it is a long orgasm for both of us, this time
we both come for what seems to be 10 minutes..just standing there as one entire body...shuddering, shaking....releasing.
its time for me to get washed..i hand him the gloves and tell him to get busy..."make it fast, we dont have much hot water left..he frowns and pouts as he washes my body...so tenderly...so sweetly...."you know, taylor, i tasted that stuff once."..he looks up at me..engrossed in his assigned task..."what? that brown sugar stuff?" i laugh "yes..i put some of it on my tongue in the store when me and leggy found it...and my mouth got all hot and i slobbered uncontrollably..she almost peed her pants."....he is chuckling..."im glad i didnt taste it then...i was going to".....i rinse off, with his help...we step out and first he wraps me in a towel..then he does my head....then i wrap a towel around his waist...he looks so good....he says "i dont need one for my head..it will dry eventually"....he rubs the top of his silver head with his hand..rumpling it more....silently i die a thousand deaths inside....he is perfection......we walk out of the bathroom....]]> my eyes..as i peel off my tshirt walking down the hall..i see him thru the shower curtain with his face in the shower..wetting his hair...i just stop and look for a moment...capturing this for eternity..his lean but thick body, his hips, his legs, his arms...he's
a gorgeous sight...i am standing there looking at him with my mouth hanging open when he startles me "hey baby, get in here"
he has his head sticking outside the curtain..lookin all cute and shit....i shake my head and move toward him...like a magnet
to steel...pulling me in...i get over to him, and he kisses me, all ivory soap smellin, wet face and lips..its exhilarating...it makes me high again..i step into the shower..he closes the curtain behind me...and turns me into the water..he wets my hair...rubbin it all over my head..lathering it up..pulling it up into a point..doing the same with his only in a faux hawk....hes rubbing the shampoo all over my head, on my face, my neck...my chest...im doing the same to him, as the water runs streams of the suds down his leg in a white river...hes SO cute..so fuckin cute.....i grab my shower gloves, and squirt some Brown Sugar body wash on them...i hold my had out after lathering them..."here, smell this"..he bows his head to smell it..he takes my hands and places them on his ribs...."wash me.."...he puts his hands on my shoulders and watches me...watches me as i rub him with the exfoliating gloves..rubbing that smell..that brown sugar and butter smell....my mouth is watering...he is growing again...i finish washing his torso, and tell him to turn around..he does...i start scrubbing his back..moving my hands over his strong back and shoulders..down his arms....washing each finger..down the small of his back...to his beautiful tight ass..it is exquisite...i scrub
it..make him laugh...jiggle it...wrap my hands around his hips, rubbing as i go...i reach around and first grab his balls and scrub those lightly..watching him the whole time from the side..his profile with the water running down his neck...arching his back into me...pulling..pulling....i start to wash his shaft..but the gloves are too rough..he is ready again...engorged, hanging there..i take the gloves off, my hands are slippery and soapy and they smell like melting brown sugar..i begin stroking him as i press my body behind him...from the base to the tip in long, slow, deliberate strokes...taking time to rub the head each time it get to the end..causing him to suck breath in....spasming his stomach muscles and causing him to bend a little at the waist...he reaches back...grabs my ass and pulls me into him.....he leans his head back....so the back of his head is resting on my left shoulder..i am watching over his right shoulder..his right hand holding him up against the shower wall...the water is cascading down our bodies, and he is enraptured..he is in the ZONE....i dont think i can call him back...he is moaning so deep, it reverberates off of the tile wallls...."hey taylor...baby, taylor..." i am talking softly in his ear.....he is not answering..he is thrumming..so deep inside his senses....he rolls his face in to mine and kisses me...his tongue darting around my mouth..
he stops..."whats up, hon, what u need?"....i raise my eyebrows at him..hes all wet, and he looks nothing like the taylor
that anyone else has seen, thats for sure...he is just 'wet ....man'..and he is a turned on wet man....he is vibrating...standing
there with the biggest erection ive ever seen in my soapy hand...."i was wondering...do you want me to finish this, or do you
want to share it?"....he turns his entire body in one motion, taking me...."share it? share it?"...."god girl what you do to me
with your words...i share it"....he turns me.....so i am no face first in the shower spray...he leans me over a bit...and he braces his hand on the middle of my back...pausing for a moment to run his finger down the long scar on my spine...he continues....there is no use for fingers to spread, or hands to guide, his dick is out and it is ready, and it is in me...long and fast and deep...he is in me AGAIN..ive lost track...just seems like we laugh, fuck, laugh, fuck....and the thought of that makes me come immediately around that engorged pole....i am leaning back into him....he is holding me, now...and he is again doing what he seems to do best...yes he does this better than sing..he really does..he knows what hes doing, and what i want, and how i want it, and when i want it..we are in sync.....he rocks back on his heels to stroke...deep, long strokes..he is watching his dick again, in and out...in and out...taking moments to dribble warm water on it as it glides back and forth ....i feel so just FILLED...like theres no room in my abdomen either...it is so deep and so hot..he is bringing me to where he wants me again.....and he is holding off at the same time to wait....he leans in to kiss my neck...i know when he's holding back, because he is tender...he kisses, he nibbles....i start to come, and he does too..again together....we have synched up ....it is incredible..all my nerve endings poking out thru my skin........it is a long orgasm for both of us, this time
we both come for what seems to be 10 minutes..just standing there as one entire body...shuddering, shaking....releasing.
its time for me to get washed..i hand him the gloves and tell him to get busy..."make it fast, we dont have much hot water left..he frowns and pouts as he washes my body...so tenderly...so sweetly...."you know, taylor, i tasted that stuff once."..he looks up at me..engrossed in his assigned task..."what? that brown sugar stuff?" i laugh "yes..i put some of it on my tongue in the store when me and leggy found it...and my mouth got all hot and i slobbered uncontrollably..she almost peed her pants."....he is chuckling..."im glad i didnt taste it then...i was going to".....i rinse off, with his help...we step out and first he wraps me in a towel..then he does my head....then i wrap a towel around his waist...he looks so good....he says "i dont need one for my head..it will dry eventually"....he rubs the top of his silver head with his hand..rumpling it more....silently i die a thousand deaths inside....he is perfection......we walk out of the bathroom....]]> http://taylormadesoul.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=1229 Mon, 26 Jun 2006 13:00:21 -0600 http://taylormadesoul.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=1229 Wanted  Class b Driver to drive tour bus
Gone all summer with many perks
thats all it said  
no mention to whom we would have on the bus.
Perks   hmmmmm...

This ad intrigued me as I have  a class A license
so I went and took the bus driver test and passed.
I only had to take the written test as I had allready
proven I could drive an 18 wheeler.

So I get to where it says to apply and there
are lots and lots of people here allready.
I grab an application and start to fill it out when
this man with grey hair sits next to me and asks me
why I want to drive a tour bus.

I have reconized Taylor ,but since he doesnt think I
do.  I borrow his line from his audition
with a bit of a change,  Because I have a license.
He now knows I know who he is and reachs for my
application and snatches it out of my hand and say
Follow me.

Oh no I think, maybe I shouldnt have been so
smart ass with him. I was just having a little fun.
Taylor opens this employee door and walks right
up to this burly dude, Mike ,here is our driver.
I stand there at 5ft 3 inches  shaking.

Mike just looks down at me and
says  so you think you can drive a bus?
(ok Jessie  be brave here,) Yes sir  I have driven an 18 wheeler
for 11 yrs.  My last job was hauling munitions and
explosives for the military.  I think I could drive
Taylor and his group around with no problem ,sir
Mike just stands there shocked in the differance in my
attitude.

  I get real brave and a bit cocky recalling my trucker days.
Taylor and Mike talk a bit and then Mike says Let us do a back ground check and review your referances.  We will get back to tomorrow morning.  How quickly can you be ready to go?
When ever you need me sir?
Ok enough with the sir stuff.  I am Mike and he,s Taylor.
Thank you Mike and Taylor.  I cant wait for your call.

I turn and as I am leaving Mike shouts out Thanks folks we have enough applications. We will call the new driver tomorrow morning.
Thank You all for coming in.

Do I really have a chance being Taylors new bus driver?  No way  they are just kidding me.  but what if?
]]> Wanted  Class b Driver to drive tour bus
Gone all summer with many perks
thats all it said  
no mention to whom we would have on the bus.
Perks   hmmmmm...

This ad intrigued me as I have  a class A license
so I went and took the bus driver test and passed.
I only had to take the written test as I had allready
proven I could drive an 18 wheeler.

So I get to where it says to apply and there
are lots and lots of people here allready.
I grab an application and start to fill it out when
this man with grey hair sits next to me and asks me
why I want to drive a tour bus.

I have reconized Taylor ,but since he doesnt think I
do.  I borrow his line from his audition
with a bit of a change,  Because I have a license.
He now knows I know who he is and reachs for my
application and snatches it out of my hand and say
Follow me.

Oh no I think, maybe I shouldnt have been so
smart ass with him. I was just having a little fun.
Taylor opens this employee door and walks right
up to this burly dude, Mike ,here is our driver.
I stand there at 5ft 3 inches  shaking.

Mike just looks down at me and
says  so you think you can drive a bus?
(ok Jessie  be brave here,) Yes sir  I have driven an 18 wheeler
for 11 yrs.  My last job was hauling munitions and
explosives for the military.  I think I could drive
Taylor and his group around with no problem ,sir
Mike just stands there shocked in the differance in my
attitude.

  I get real brave and a bit cocky recalling my trucker days.
Taylor and Mike talk a bit and then Mike says Let us do a back ground check and review your referances.  We will get back to tomorrow morning.  How quickly can you be ready to go?
When ever you need me sir?
Ok enough with the sir stuff.  I am Mike and he,s Taylor.
Thank you Mike and Taylor.  I cant wait for your call.

I turn and as I am leaving Mike shouts out Thanks folks we have enough applications. We will call the new driver tomorrow morning.
Thank You all for coming in.

Do I really have a chance being Taylors new bus driver?  No way  they are just kidding me.  but what if?
]]> http://taylormadesoul.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=1207 Mon, 26 Jun 2006 02:31:17 -0600 http://taylormadesoul.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=1207 just as airtight...i look around the room....the tv is on, the volume low....he is asleep beside me...slightly bent at the waist..his head on the pillow next to mine..touching mine...his hands..one holds the remote..the other rests on my belly...he is lightly
snoring..not hardly audible.....i lay there and watch him...taking him in....each small feature about him..the small mole on his left nostril...i read somewhere that it was a chocolate angel kiss....i decide that that is what it is...the creases in his brow..they are
deep....stored in memory bank...i dont want to move, EVER....he is a angelic sight laying there....a small grin on his face..i
wonder what he is dreaming about....i have to pee..oh no, i have to pee....i dont want to wake him....hes peaceful.

i slowly move...sliding out from under his arm...using my hand so it doesnt fall and wake him..i stand up...im still kinda high..
i am buzzing..i go to the bathroom and pee....i look in the mirror..no its me.......im not dreaming this i dont think..i wash my face, and brush my teeth again....brush my ratty hair...how does his still look good? i dont get it.....i flick off the light and i walk down the hall to feed the kitties...after i feed them, i sit down in my recliner and grab my laptop..power it up and go online...leggy is there instantly on AIM...."what is going on, where have you been?"....in bed, i reply......she asks.."alone?"...i reply no...she comes back with a thud...i laugh to myself..im still buzzin....."i wanted to call, but didnt want to bother you..i didnt know if he was there or not..." i reply..hes here, hes in bed sleepin....she emotes a sigh and a swoon...i laugh...."what are you going to do?" i reply..we already did it, all night, L......she comes back with a "oh holy thudness you have Taylor in your bed"...i reply
yes i do, im gonna go, i just wanted to say hi and im ok..she answers.."oh by all means...leave...please do..ily..ill ttyl"...i reply
ok, ill call you..ily2

i log off and shut my laptop....check the stations on the tv in the living room....turn it off..head back to the bedroom...crawl back in bed, this time behind him....i wrap my arms around his thick middle, and rest my head on his back...i cover up....

bout an hour later, i am still laying there, half asleep, half not...he rolls over, and puts his arms around me..he kisses me...
deep..its starting.....

i just go ahead and unbutton the Levi's and pull them past his hips..he does the rest..kicking them into a pile at the end of the
bed...not stopping...uh oh...the panties...he's asleep...im not waking him, let him do his stuff.....he rips my panties off again..
pushes his boxer briefs down..kicks them off somewhere too..not paying attention now....im into his 'sleep pattern'....he is
moaning...his eyes are closed..his eyes are moving under his lids..he is in deep REM....this is good stuff, good stuff.....he is really good at getting my legs apart....just a knee between my thighs with a push....he turns me over, onto my stomach....
he rubs my hips....spreads the lips of my pussy and slides in, i am so wet from watching him....he is such an intense man..
ive never seen this kind of intensity...he is fuckin me like a dog....he is holding my pussy wide so he can watch his dick slide in and out...glistening with my juices.....he is asleep, deep asleeep and he is fucking me.....and he is watching....he is watching in his sleep...his eyes are blank.....he is sliding in and out....in and out.....watching as his hips thrust into me over and over...i am feeling this so rawly...just so raw..he is primitive..doing what his body is telling him to do....the feeling of his dick going in, and then pulling out slowly is bringing me ....bringing me.....i want to cry out, but i dont want to wake him...

i bite the pillow...bite it hard......wish that i could get to his body...want to bite his skin...he starts to caress my clit with his
fingers, around his bulging dick filling everything i have...i am so close....i come so hard...i am shuddering...he is still asleep..
i cry out....only because i cant even control myself....he blinks...blinks....slows to a stop.....his dick is coated with my come..
he is trying to acclimate himself, what hes doing...he looks at me...i am looking up at him...he speaks .."what the fuck is
going on? was i asleep? is this a dream?".....i say "no its not a dream, you started this in your sleep, i wanted to let you
finish..but you made me come...you made me come in your sleeep"......he pulls out and flops down next to me..."jesus
christ, im a freak. you're gonna think im a fuckin freak"....i kiss his cheek...run my hand thru his hair..."no you're not a fucking freak, taylor, your a passionate man and apparently it is very active in your sleep cycle..i dont mind...its a nice way to wake up"...he takes a deep breath..and bows his head...."i dont know".....he is sad...."dont be sad, tay, its not a big deal..lets finish"...he looks up at me.."do you ever get tired of this?...you never say no"....i just smile.."only with you, cutie man, only
with you." i roll onto him, and think at the last second...."hold on..hold that thought.."...i get up..and run to the bathroom...i get in my jewlery box and get out my gold stud for my tongue...how perfect...gold for taylor...yeah...its been awhile, i hope it goes in....it does...i twist the ball on, and go back to the bedroom....

i get back up on top of his knees.....he moves me...and turns me around to position my pussy in his face...before he starts, he says..."what did u do in the bathroom?"....i lower onto his face...he begins licking, sucking my clit...i am straight up..
i am spreading my legs for him..he is holding the lips of my pussy open with his fingers...he knows what to do to get right
to it...i lower down on his dick..it is beautiful..i take him into my mouth....deep to the back of my throat, tasting myself on his shaft..such a huge turn on..i am ready to come already....he is flicking my clit with his tongue...direct stimulation with that talented tongue...i am so close i cant stop...i come all over his face..he sucks and sucks and sucks...he sticks his tongue inside me and i grasp around it....in spasm...he is moaning...vibrating...i nibble on the engorged vein on the underside of his
dick...flicking my tongue on the little spot under the head on the underside..he is thrumming....he is sucking on my clit...
sucking it like a puppy,,it is so hard..i am going to come again, hes got that talent....over and over....just coming all over the place...i have him almost to where i am going to let him go..i take the gold ball on my tongue and i place it right under the head of his dick..that little spot......and just rub it up and down...he gasps...pulls his face out of my pussy and says...
"holy shit, what the fuck is that?...what are you doing?" he is thrashing..i keep rubbing with the ball...manipulating it with
the muscle that is my tongue...he is there...i am sitting on his knees now..moved...for maximum viewing...because he is a
watcher....he needs to see this...he is holding his self up with his arms behind him..watching...

"what is in your mouth, C, what is it?"....i pull my head up and hold my tongue out...showing him the small gold ball....
he looks as though he is to faint..."jesus, is that a tongue stud?".......i just proceed....to what i was doing....he is almost there...i am gonna bring this one home....he takes my head in his hands and stops it from bobbing..he says softly "do what you were doing"....i begin it again...rubbing....flicking.......watching up as he throws his head back, eyes closed....and lets out a long "aaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwww mmmannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn"...i get a drop of pre come..it is salty and sweet at the same time....like this man could produce anything less...

i go in for the kill...rubbing madly....hard...real hard...he is thrusting..he is there...he is THERE....he begins to come..he holds my head still and shoots in my mouth......deep into my throat....i pull my head back..he holds it as still as he can...he is shooting ..hes got alot....its good...hot..salty....sweet....thick...runny....it slides down my throat.....he stops moving...
he is spent..he is sweating...i pull my head up and brush my hair out of my eyes..."power of the stud, taylor, power of the stud." he is breathing hard..he laughs..."holy shit thats a first...a fuckin first...and it was phenominal...you'll do that again"..

i laugh and roll next to him...he wipes his brow with his hand...."i need a shower..how bout u?"...]]> just as airtight...i look around the room....the tv is on, the volume low....he is asleep beside me...slightly bent at the waist..his head on the pillow next to mine..touching mine...his hands..one holds the remote..the other rests on my belly...he is lightly
snoring..not hardly audible.....i lay there and watch him...taking him in....each small feature about him..the small mole on his left nostril...i read somewhere that it was a chocolate angel kiss....i decide that that is what it is...the creases in his brow..they are
deep....stored in memory bank...i dont want to move, EVER....he is a angelic sight laying there....a small grin on his face..i
wonder what he is dreaming about....i have to pee..oh no, i have to pee....i dont want to wake him....hes peaceful.

i slowly move...sliding out from under his arm...using my hand so it doesnt fall and wake him..i stand up...im still kinda high..
i am buzzing..i go to the bathroom and pee....i look in the mirror..no its me.......im not dreaming this i dont think..i wash my face, and brush my teeth again....brush my ratty hair...how does his still look good? i dont get it.....i flick off the light and i walk down the hall to feed the kitties...after i feed them, i sit down in my recliner and grab my laptop..power it up and go online...leggy is there instantly on AIM...."what is going on, where have you been?"....in bed, i reply......she asks.."alone?"...i reply no...she comes back with a thud...i laugh to myself..im still buzzin....."i wanted to call, but didnt want to bother you..i didnt know if he was there or not..." i reply..hes here, hes in bed sleepin....she emotes a sigh and a swoon...i laugh...."what are you going to do?" i reply..we already did it, all night, L......she comes back with a "oh holy thudness you have Taylor in your bed"...i reply
yes i do, im gonna go, i just wanted to say hi and im ok..she answers.."oh by all means...leave...please do..ily..ill ttyl"...i reply
ok, ill call you..ily2

i log off and shut my laptop....check the stations on the tv in the living room....turn it off..head back to the bedroom...crawl back in bed, this time behind him....i wrap my arms around his thick middle, and rest my head on his back...i cover up....

bout an hour later, i am still laying there, half asleep, half not...he rolls over, and puts his arms around me..he kisses me...
deep..its starting.....

i just go ahead and unbutton the Levi's and pull them past his hips..he does the rest..kicking them into a pile at the end of the
bed...not stopping...uh oh...the panties...he's asleep...im not waking him, let him do his stuff.....he rips my panties off again..
pushes his boxer briefs down..kicks them off somewhere too..not paying attention now....im into his 'sleep pattern'....he is
moaning...his eyes are closed..his eyes are moving under his lids..he is in deep REM....this is good stuff, good stuff.....he is really good at getting my legs apart....just a knee between my thighs with a push....he turns me over, onto my stomach....
he rubs my hips....spreads the lips of my pussy and slides in, i am so wet from watching him....he is such an intense man..
ive never seen this kind of intensity...he is fuckin me like a dog....he is holding my pussy wide so he can watch his dick slide in and out...glistening with my juices.....he is asleep, deep asleeep and he is fucking me.....and he is watching....he is watching in his sleep...his eyes are blank.....he is sliding in and out....in and out.....watching as his hips thrust into me over and over...i am feeling this so rawly...just so raw..he is primitive..doing what his body is telling him to do....the feeling of his dick going in, and then pulling out slowly is bringing me ....bringing me.....i want to cry out, but i dont want to wake him...

i bite the pillow...bite it hard......wish that i could get to his body...want to bite his skin...he starts to caress my clit with his
fingers, around his bulging dick filling everything i have...i am so close....i come so hard...i am shuddering...he is still asleep..
i cry out....only because i cant even control myself....he blinks...blinks....slows to a stop.....his dick is coated with my come..
he is trying to acclimate himself, what hes doing...he looks at me...i am looking up at him...he speaks .."what the fuck is
going on? was i asleep? is this a dream?".....i say "no its not a dream, you started this in your sleep, i wanted to let you
finish..but you made me come...you made me come in your sleeep"......he pulls out and flops down next to me..."jesus
christ, im a freak. you're gonna think im a fuckin freak"....i kiss his cheek...run my hand thru his hair..."no you're not a fucking freak, taylor, your a passionate man and apparently it is very active in your sleep cycle..i dont mind...its a nice way to wake up"...he takes a deep breath..and bows his head...."i dont know".....he is sad...."dont be sad, tay, its not a big deal..lets finish"...he looks up at me.."do you ever get tired of this?...you never say no"....i just smile.."only with you, cutie man, only
with you." i roll onto him, and think at the last second...."hold on..hold that thought.."...i get up..and run to the bathroom...i get in my jewlery box and get out my gold stud for my tongue...how perfect...gold for taylor...yeah...its been awhile, i hope it goes in....it does...i twist the ball on, and go back to the bedroom....

i get back up on top of his knees.....he moves me...and turns me around to position my pussy in his face...before he starts, he says..."what did u do in the bathroom?"....i lower onto his face...he begins licking, sucking my clit...i am straight up..
i am spreading my legs for him..he is holding the lips of my pussy open with his fingers...he knows what to do to get right
to it...i lower down on his dick..it is beautiful..i take him into my mouth....deep to the back of my throat, tasting myself on his shaft..such a huge turn on..i am ready to come already....he is flicking my clit with his tongue...direct stimulation with that talented tongue...i am so close i cant stop...i come all over his face..he sucks and sucks and sucks...he sticks his tongue inside me and i grasp around it....in spasm...he is moaning...vibrating...i nibble on the engorged vein on the underside of his
dick...flicking my tongue on the little spot under the head on the underside..he is thrumming....he is sucking on my clit...
sucking it like a puppy,,it is so hard..i am going to come again, hes got that talent....over and over....just coming all over the place...i have him almost to where i am going to let him go..i take the gold ball on my tongue and i place it right under the head of his dick..that little spot......and just rub it up and down...he gasps...pulls his face out of my pussy and says...
"holy shit, what the fuck is that?...what are you doing?" he is thrashing..i keep rubbing with the ball...manipulating it with
the muscle that is my tongue...he is there...i am sitting on his knees now..moved...for maximum viewing...because he is a
watcher....he needs to see this...he is holding his self up with his arms behind him..watching...

"what is in your mouth, C, what is it?"....i pull my head up and hold my tongue out...showing him the small gold ball....
he looks as though he is to faint..."jesus, is that a tongue stud?".......i just proceed....to what i was doing....he is almost there...i am gonna bring this one home....he takes my head in his hands and stops it from bobbing..he says softly "do what you were doing"....i begin it again...rubbing....flicking.......watching up as he throws his head back, eyes closed....and lets out a long "aaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwww mmmannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn"...i get a drop of pre come..it is salty and sweet at the same time....like this man could produce anything less...

i go in for the kill...rubbing madly....hard...real hard...he is thrusting..he is there...he is THERE....he begins to come..he holds my head still and shoots in my mouth......deep into my throat....i pull my head back..he holds it as still as he can...he is shooting ..hes got alot....its good...hot..salty....sweet....thick...runny....it slides down my throat.....he stops moving...
he is spent..he is sweating...i pull my head up and brush my hair out of my eyes..."power of the stud, taylor, power of the stud." he is breathing hard..he laughs..."holy shit thats a first...a fuckin first...and it was phenominal...you'll do that again"..

i laugh and roll next to him...he wipes his brow with his hand...."i need a shower..how bout u?"...]]> http://taylormadesoul.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=1205 Mon, 26 Jun 2006 01:30:01 -0600 http://taylormadesoul.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=1205 happiest right now in my bedroom, in my bed...under the covers...the news on..."Taylor, go look and see whats in the fridge.."
he jumps up...he sure is limber for a large guy. he finds his boxer briefs again....he turns to me and says "hey, this is like a
game...'where are my hybrids'"..he laughs at his own joke, sits on the edge of the bed next to me....leans back with one arm
over me...hes close to my face, looking into my eyes again...i am so tired...he is so beautiful, and all i want is to go to sleep
in the warmth of his arms....but the heated mattress was really doin a good job for now.
"im gonna go make something to eat...you are going to eat..you need fuel"...he kisses me softly on the lips, humming as he does so..."mmmmmmmmmm"...."ill be right back.."..
he stands up, adjusts himself..i laugh.."you are such a MAN"....he smiles at me and blows me a kiss....and starts to stride out of the bedroom....i perk up for a second...."hey will you do me a GIANT favor? please??"..he stops and turns to me.."what?" he is looking so sweet, all rumpled and sweaty...i say "will you feed the dog and take him out to pee?"...he thinks for a second..
walks over to the window and looks out....i say "is anyone out there?"......he shakes his head..and reaches down for his Levi's
"boy are you gonna owe me, if a 11 year old girl meets me out there in my jeans with a deflating hard on, you are gonna pay
a high, high price"...we both laugh...he buttons his jeans....watching me, as i watch him...i like this looking and watching
game, its a fabulous turn on...he turns on a heel to walk out....walking like he is a regular guy going to walk the dog...."hey,
how much dog food?...C...how much do i give him, what about the cats..." i am almost asleep already..."three of the cups in the bag.."..and i drift back off..on a cloud of scent, thought, and memory.....i sleep deeply...

i wake up to a glorious smell, it is bacon, and it is eggs and toast...it smells wonderful...i drift back to sleep....i wake up to a
kiss on my cheek..."hey baby, wake up, and eat"....he is brushing the hair out of my eyes...."come on sweetie, you have to
eat..." i wake up and look around...im a little startled..forgot what was going on....i sit up....he puts a Life board game box on
my lap with a dishtowel for a placemat....plate of scrambled eggs/cheese/potatoes, bacon, and toast and little cinnamon
toasts...it looks so good...theres alot of it...piles of it..does he think im this hungry....he turns and runs back to the kitchen
comes back with two glasses of orange juice...he crawls up the bed from the bottom, so as not to tip anything over..its cute, him trying to be all soft...its terribly sexy.....his jeans only buttoned 3 up from the bottom..he stretches out next to me,
produces two paper towels and two forks--he gives me one of each...smiles at me..looking at me...looking into me, looking
thru me....this is so sensual...the smells, the tastes...him and those eyes...he takes a piece of bacon...and pops it into his
mouth, chewing, repeats...more bacon...takes a forkful of the eggs concoction and tells me to open up, ive been on the
toast...."here, u need protein"....i chew and look at him thoughtfully and say "if you would let me finish what i start, i could
get myself some protein..."..we both laugh....he says "i cant help it..i just do what my body says to do.." i dont complain, i just reach over and squeeze his hand...and smile....im truly smiling with my whole mind/heart/soul.....he is a hologram, he is not real....tangible, but almost too good to be true...i eat the bacon with my eyes shut....head against the wall...take a drink of juice, it is so sweet, my senses are heightened....its like im HIGH....i feel like Spidey...i am drinking the juice and the
tears are falling down my cheeks...i take a piece of toast and try to eat it, but i have such a lump in my throat that i cant
swallow...he is watching the news...taking bites periodically...switiching back and forth between MSNBC and ESPN...he is
engrossed, he is being a man.....he is asking me something....i can barely hear him..."C, sweetie..."....i turn to him, but the
ringing in my ears is drowning out his voice.....i look at him and say "i think im high, i feel like my senses are heightened, like spiderman"......he is looking at me..closely..concerned....moves the box, places his hand on my belly, the other hand
touching my head..."are you okay?"....i am seriously swimming....i lay my head over on his chest..he is stroking my hair and
rocking me......watching tv....holding me closer...wrapping me in his arms.....i am in over my head....i want to be a part of
him...i am in over my head........he kisses my forehead and rests his head on mine...hes watching tv..hes holding me, i am safe..i am warm....i am happy.....for now....i sleep.....]]> happiest right now in my bedroom, in my bed...under the covers...the news on..."Taylor, go look and see whats in the fridge.."
he jumps up...he sure is limber for a large guy. he finds his boxer briefs again....he turns to me and says "hey, this is like a
game...'where are my hybrids'"..he laughs at his own joke, sits on the edge of the bed next to me....leans back with one arm
over me...hes close to my face, looking into my eyes again...i am so tired...he is so beautiful, and all i want is to go to sleep
in the warmth of his arms....but the heated mattress was really doin a good job for now.
"im gonna go make something to eat...you are going to eat..you need fuel"...he kisses me softly on the lips, humming as he does so..."mmmmmmmmmm"...."ill be right back.."..
he stands up, adjusts himself..i laugh.."you are such a MAN"....he smiles at me and blows me a kiss....and starts to stride out of the bedroom....i perk up for a second...."hey will you do me a GIANT favor? please??"..he stops and turns to me.."what?" he is looking so sweet, all rumpled and sweaty...i say "will you feed the dog and take him out to pee?"...he thinks for a second..
walks over to the window and looks out....i say "is anyone out there?"......he shakes his head..and reaches down for his Levi's
"boy are you gonna owe me, if a 11 year old girl meets me out there in my jeans with a deflating hard on, you are gonna pay
a high, high price"...we both laugh...he buttons his jeans....watching me, as i watch him...i like this looking and watching
game, its a fabulous turn on...he turns on a heel to walk out....walking like he is a regular guy going to walk the dog...."hey,
how much dog food?...C...how much do i give him, what about the cats..." i am almost asleep already..."three of the cups in the bag.."..and i drift back off..on a cloud of scent, thought, and memory.....i sleep deeply...

i wake up to a glorious smell, it is bacon, and it is eggs and toast...it smells wonderful...i drift back to sleep....i wake up to a
kiss on my cheek..."hey baby, wake up, and eat"....he is brushing the hair out of my eyes...."come on sweetie, you have to
eat..." i wake up and look around...im a little startled..forgot what was going on....i sit up....he puts a Life board game box on
my lap with a dishtowel for a placemat....plate of scrambled eggs/cheese/potatoes, bacon, and toast and little cinnamon
toasts...it looks so good...theres alot of it...piles of it..does he think im this hungry....he turns and runs back to the kitchen
comes back with two glasses of orange juice...he crawls up the bed from the bottom, so as not to tip anything over..its cute, him trying to be all soft...its terribly sexy.....his jeans only buttoned 3 up from the bottom..he stretches out next to me,
produces two paper towels and two forks--he gives me one of each...smiles at me..looking at me...looking into me, looking
thru me....this is so sensual...the smells, the tastes...him and those eyes...he takes a piece of bacon...and pops it into his
mouth, chewing, repeats...more bacon...takes a forkful of the eggs concoction and tells me to open up, ive been on the
toast...."here, u need protein"....i chew and look at him thoughtfully and say "if you would let me finish what i start, i could
get myself some protein..."..we both laugh....he says "i cant help it..i just do what my body says to do.." i dont complain, i just reach over and squeeze his hand...and smile....im truly smiling with my whole mind/heart/soul.....he is a hologram, he is not real....tangible, but almost too good to be true...i eat the bacon with my eyes shut....head against the wall...take a drink of juice, it is so sweet, my senses are heightened....its like im HIGH....i feel like Spidey...i am drinking the juice and the
tears are falling down my cheeks...i take a piece of toast and try to eat it, but i have such a lump in my throat that i cant
swallow...he is watching the news...taking bites periodically...switiching back and forth between MSNBC and ESPN...he is
engrossed, he is being a man.....he is asking me something....i can barely hear him..."C, sweetie..."....i turn to him, but the
ringing in my ears is drowning out his voice.....i look at him and say "i think im high, i feel like my senses are heightened, like spiderman"......he is looking at me..closely..concerned....moves the box, places his hand on my belly, the other hand
touching my head..."are you okay?"....i am seriously swimming....i lay my head over on his chest..he is stroking my hair and
rocking me......watching tv....holding me closer...wrapping me in his arms.....i am in over my head....i want to be a part of
him...i am in over my head........he kisses my forehead and rests his head on mine...hes watching tv..hes holding me, i am safe..i am warm....i am happy.....for now....i sleep.....]]> http://taylormadesoul.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=1202 Mon, 26 Jun 2006 00:10:48 -0600 http://taylormadesoul.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=1202 it is what Taylor does, he watches, and dont think you're getting away, cuz once you fall in, theres no crawling back out...entire chunks of soul pouring out of those eyes, and i didnt want to stop.....
he is pulling my hips up into him...thrusting deeper and deeper....looking at me...kissing me so deep that i feel i will faint from inadequate oxygenation...for real.....kissing my neck for so long and so intensely, that i literally come from just that, not to mention the proper fucking im getting....call it making love...i will later, but right now, this man is fucking me....and making me come over and over..just talking in my ear...i come....sing to his own music in my neck....i come....he moves his body in such a way that is almost natural with mine...we match..like Garanimals...(remember them?)...and its heaven....just flat out, clouds, harps, angels, pearly gates....HEAVEN....i come so many times, the blanket is soaked underneath me...we'll see where this cute man stands on sleepin on the wet spot..or in this case, covering up with the wet spot..we have to sleep sometime..there is no way im looking at the clock right now...he is almost ready to come and i feel what is another orgasm coming....good lawd what this man can do....."taylor, baby, wait for me, i think im gonna come again.."....he looks at me....once again, eyes...whispers to me "again? i can hold it.....what you need me to do?" ......i take a deep breath, i cant believe im going to ask him this, but its what i want...."sing to me in my ear...in a whisper, please?"......"oh man.....you so know ill do that for you, how
sweet is that?"....i laugh.."i dont want an autograph, just do it"....he chuckles..."we gotta get in a different situation here for maximum satisfaction....he pulls out and rolls me over on my side again...i like this..hes really good at this...he positions me and he spreads the lips of my pussy with two long fingers, and enters in one long thrust.....he pulls me to him, wrapping his body around mine, enfolded in his arms...feeling him deeper and deeper....he begins in my ear in a melodic whisper, picking up on where the cd is.."hell of a day is what love has made..never said love was an easy trade....." he trails off, humming...rocking me, just rocking the fuck right out of me....i am crying....he is singing..."and the nites that become cold..in this world of lonesome feeling, u cant turn silver into goooollld...yeah"....and i feel it coming..that rising in all the nerves in my body...like going up the roller coaster and the big bump at the top...i was at the bump....and i was about to go over...."taylor, honey...im gonna come....should i try to wait?".....he is humming....softly...in the zone.."im ready...."...keeps rocking and humming and kissing the back of my neck..sucking on my earlobe...i am floating again...floating away...and i come slamming back to earth as i feel my whole body spasm....what the hell was happening??...oh my god im having a seizure, that is the first thought..but years of medical training tells me i wouldnt be having full thoughts....i know what this isssssss
and i..........am .................spasming, every muscle in my body at once, heart racing...not able to breathe..he is holding me close and breathing really hard..repeating.."oh yeahh...oh yeaaahhhhhhhhh....ooohhhhhh yeeeeaaaaaaahh" in an almost
inaudible breathy whisper...only to be heard by us....in our cocoon of pleasure....im so deep in this full body orgasm, i remember reading about it in Cosmo...didnt think it would ever happen to me, and oh yeah did it happen...he is coming and he is wimpering, and i am crying....he is biting the back of my neck...thrusting..stopping....pausing....thrusting....stopping...
pausing....i am relaxing...i am breathless...i am in over my head....i am thoroughly this mans property. there will be no way i wont run to his every whim, or request...i needed this man in my life, in my head, in my heart......i just needed him......we lay there for a second......well more like 15 minutes....just coming back down..laughing at stupid jokes or references to what just happened...him saying that i kinda looked like he does on stage..we crack up...hes wiping the tears away....with his thumb..then he gives me a little squeeze....hes got me wrapped entirely in his body...his legs around mine, his arms around my arms, holding my hands in a crossed position.....i am in what is closest to heaven as ive ever been...its so comforting....
its so warm....it smells so good....he is sweaty, and his hair is wet in the deep spots...where u can only feel with your fingertips....and his bangs...the sweat shines on his body in the light of the silent tv....
he looks at the clock and says "shit....its almost 7...holy fuck we been makin love all nite...how cool is that?"...he sits up and rubs his eyes...turns and looks at me..."are you hungry?".......]]> it is what Taylor does, he watches, and dont think you're getting away, cuz once you fall in, theres no crawling back out...entire chunks of soul pouring out of those eyes, and i didnt want to stop.....
he is pulling my hips up into him...thrusting deeper and deeper....looking at me...kissing me so deep that i feel i will faint from inadequate oxygenation...for real.....kissing my neck for so long and so intensely, that i literally come from just that, not to mention the proper fucking im getting....call it making love...i will later, but right now, this man is fucking me....and making me come over and over..just talking in my ear...i come....sing to his own music in my neck....i come....he moves his body in such a way that is almost natural with mine...we match..like Garanimals...(remember them?)...and its heaven....just flat out, clouds, harps, angels, pearly gates....HEAVEN....i come so many times, the blanket is soaked underneath me...we'll see where this cute man stands on sleepin on the wet spot..or in this case, covering up with the wet spot..we have to sleep sometime..there is no way im looking at the clock right now...he is almost ready to come and i feel what is another orgasm coming....good lawd what this man can do....."taylor, baby, wait for me, i think im gonna come again.."....he looks at me....once again, eyes...whispers to me "again? i can hold it.....what you need me to do?" ......i take a deep breath, i cant believe im going to ask him this, but its what i want...."sing to me in my ear...in a whisper, please?"......"oh man.....you so know ill do that for you, how
sweet is that?"....i laugh.."i dont want an autograph, just do it"....he chuckles..."we gotta get in a different situation here for maximum satisfaction....he pulls out and rolls me over on my side again...i like this..hes really good at this...he positions me and he spreads the lips of my pussy with two long fingers, and enters in one long thrust.....he pulls me to him, wrapping his body around mine, enfolded in his arms...feeling him deeper and deeper....he begins in my ear in a melodic whisper, picking up on where the cd is.."hell of a day is what love has made..never said love was an easy trade....." he trails off, humming...rocking me, just rocking the fuck right out of me....i am crying....he is singing..."and the nites that become cold..in this world of lonesome feeling, u cant turn silver into goooollld...yeah"....and i feel it coming..that rising in all the nerves in my body...like going up the roller coaster and the big bump at the top...i was at the bump....and i was about to go over...."taylor, honey...im gonna come....should i try to wait?".....he is humming....softly...in the zone.."im ready...."...keeps rocking and humming and kissing the back of my neck..sucking on my earlobe...i am floating again...floating away...and i come slamming back to earth as i feel my whole body spasm....what the hell was happening??...oh my god im having a seizure, that is the first thought..but years of medical training tells me i wouldnt be having full thoughts....i know what this isssssss
and i..........am .................spasming, every muscle in my body at once, heart racing...not able to breathe..he is holding me close and breathing really hard..repeating.."oh yeahh...oh yeaaahhhhhhhhh....ooohhhhhh yeeeeaaaaaaahh" in an almost
inaudible breathy whisper...only to be heard by us....in our cocoon of pleasure....im so deep in this full body orgasm, i remember reading about it in Cosmo...didnt think it would ever happen to me, and oh yeah did it happen...he is coming and he is wimpering, and i am crying....he is biting the back of my neck...thrusting..stopping....pausing....thrusting....stopping...
pausing....i am relaxing...i am breathless...i am in over my head....i am thoroughly this mans property. there will be no way i wont run to his every whim, or request...i needed this man in my life, in my head, in my heart......i just needed him......we lay there for a second......well more like 15 minutes....just coming back down..laughing at stupid jokes or references to what just happened...him saying that i kinda looked like he does on stage..we crack up...hes wiping the tears away....with his thumb..then he gives me a little squeeze....hes got me wrapped entirely in his body...his legs around mine, his arms around my arms, holding my hands in a crossed position.....i am in what is closest to heaven as ive ever been...its so comforting....
its so warm....it smells so good....he is sweaty, and his hair is wet in the deep spots...where u can only feel with your fingertips....and his bangs...the sweat shines on his body in the light of the silent tv....
he looks at the clock and says "shit....its almost 7...holy fuck we been makin love all nite...how cool is that?"...he sits up and rubs his eyes...turns and looks at me..."are you hungry?".......]]> http://taylormadesoul.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=1197 Sun, 25 Jun 2006 22:46:08 -0600 http://taylormadesoul.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=1197 but closer to really fuckin hot....hes got my legs open and he is about to enter me..he's rubbin the head of his dick up and
down my pussy, stopping to push it in a little bit each time...and i gasp each time..over and over...oh this was getting a little
nutty..he's havin fun, watchin...cuz thats what Taylor does, he watches...with those eyes..those deep eyes....just watching
my every feeling, emotion...its entirely insane how hot it is...watching him, watching me.....i grab his hips and pull him into me the next time he stops to push it in a little bit..he loses his balance and falls into me...clanging cheeks with me....'OUCH' i yell out....."oh shit thats gonna leave a mark"..he is back...goofy Taylor has surfaced again...."owie, owie, owie"...mind you, he does not pull out...he just fake cries, and whines, and rubs his cheek, and rubs mine, and then rubs his again, all the time repeating
"owie, owie, owie"....hes too cute....i grab his jaw and say..."can i have sex with this guy?"....he looks at me strangely, narrows his eyes...and says..."do i act different when we're making love?"....i laugh and say "yeah, you become all bull testosterone and you get this glazed look in your eyes...not that this is a BAD thing, Taylor, i just want to compare....i want to do it with the sweet, goofy guy, can i?"....he strokes a few times, thinking....."i can try, im gonna try, ok? slap me if i lose control, ok?"...i agree to slap him at will, and he continues....he is very sweet, attentive...making sure im feeling what he wants me to feel....and what I want to feel.....but i notice that he doesnt look at me as long or as much as he does when he is 'animal Taylor'..this is
interesting to me..hes loving, sweet, all kissin me and touching me...but the intensity wasnt there.....i decided to do an experiment....his head was bowed....with the top of his head in my face, i put my hands on his cheeks and tilted his head up..
and i stuck my neck out to look in his eyes...."no, i cant look for too long, ive heard this before...im not looking"...i laugh and try to pry his eyes open with my fingers..he's squinting and laughing.....all the while, moving in and out and back and forth.....laughing..."come on Tay, open em"...he opens them and looks in my eyes...."i relate to people when i make eye contact, ive always been able to feel what they're feeling, i think its why i got into music, to feel that all the time, with a live
audience...look in their eyes...."...he continutes stroking, keeping his rhythm...musician.....i know....hes thinking...knitting those all too famous brow...."its like this..he stops....and looks in my eyes...."do you feel that?".....i look at him squint my eyes...i dont want to hurt his feelings..."the feeling in the pit of my stomach?, the weird poking feeling?...no, Taylor, im sorry..." he is upset..hes trying to make a point..."GAWD"....followed by a big sigh, and theatrical throwing back of the head..
"hey im sorry, i didnt mean it....do you want to know what i feel?"....."YES I DO...be serious..please"...kisses my nose....
"ok, cutie man, this is what i feel...i feel like someone let a swarm of bees into my stomach, and they're buzzin around, and every once in awhile, one stings my heart...thats what i feel"....he looks postively touched..."you feel it? you do? you're not kidding....no one uses a analogy like that and doesnt mean it"...."wow" he says.....if its possible, once more....he is harder, throbbing again...its the eyes...they are his window....to passion, to music, to his soul, to lust...it is what drives him...its why girls all over the country are creaming their panties over him.....he FEELS the energy, not just feels it...he TOUCHES your soul, not just senses it....he is a different breed, mr taylor hicks is......and hes still inside me.......]]> but closer to really fuckin hot....hes got my legs open and he is about to enter me..he's rubbin the head of his dick up and
down my pussy, stopping to push it in a little bit each time...and i gasp each time..over and over...oh this was getting a little
nutty..he's havin fun, watchin...cuz thats what Taylor does, he watches...with those eyes..those deep eyes....just watching
my every feeling, emotion...its entirely insane how hot it is...watching him, watching me.....i grab his hips and pull him into me the next time he stops to push it in a little bit..he loses his balance and falls into me...clanging cheeks with me....'OUCH' i yell out....."oh shit thats gonna leave a mark"..he is back...goofy Taylor has surfaced again...."owie, owie, owie"...mind you, he does not pull out...he just fake cries, and whines, and rubs his cheek, and rubs mine, and then rubs his again, all the time repeating
"owie, owie, owie"....hes too cute....i grab his jaw and say..."can i have sex with this guy?"....he looks at me strangely, narrows his eyes...and says..."do i act different when we're making love?"....i laugh and say "yeah, you become all bull testosterone and you get this glazed look in your eyes...not that this is a BAD thing, Taylor, i just want to compare....i want to do it with the sweet, goofy guy, can i?"....he strokes a few times, thinking....."i can try, im gonna try, ok? slap me if i lose control, ok?"...i agree to slap him at will, and he continues....he is very sweet, attentive...making sure im feeling what he wants me to feel....and what I want to feel.....but i notice that he doesnt look at me as long or as much as he does when he is 'animal Taylor'..this is
interesting to me..hes loving, sweet, all kissin me and touching me...but the intensity wasnt there.....i decided to do an experiment....his head was bowed....with the top of his head in my face, i put my hands on his cheeks and tilted his head up..
and i stuck my neck out to look in his eyes...."no, i cant look for too long, ive heard this before...im not looking"...i laugh and try to pry his eyes open with my fingers..he's squinting and laughing.....all the while, moving in and out and back and forth.....laughing..."come on Tay, open em"...he opens them and looks in my eyes...."i relate to people when i make eye contact, ive always been able to feel what they're feeling, i think its why i got into music, to feel that all the time, with a live
audience...look in their eyes...."...he continutes stroking, keeping his rhythm...musician.....i know....hes thinking...knitting those all too famous brow...."its like this..he stops....and looks in my eyes...."do you feel that?".....i look at him squint my eyes...i dont want to hurt his feelings..."the feeling in the pit of my stomach?, the weird poking feeling?...no, Taylor, im sorry..." he is upset..hes trying to make a point..."GAWD"....followed by a big sigh, and theatrical throwing back of the head..
"hey im sorry, i didnt mean it....do you want to know what i feel?"....."YES I DO...be serious..please"...kisses my nose....
"ok, cutie man, this is what i feel...i feel like someone let a swarm of bees into my stomach, and they're buzzin around, and every once in awhile, one stings my heart...thats what i feel"....he looks postively touched..."you feel it? you do? you're not kidding....no one uses a analogy like that and doesnt mean it"...."wow" he says.....if its possible, once more....he is harder, throbbing again...its the eyes...they are his window....to passion, to music, to his soul, to lust...it is what drives him...its why girls all over the country are creaming their panties over him.....he FEELS the energy, not just feels it...he TOUCHES your soul, not just senses it....he is a different breed, mr taylor hicks is......and hes still inside me.......]]> http://taylormadesoul.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=1193 Sun, 25 Jun 2006 21:33:44 -0600 http://taylormadesoul.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=1193
Part Three


You close the door after the last guest has left and reach and turn out
the light in the foyer. The moonlight is coming though the windows,
velvety and lush. You sense Taylor behind you in the semi-dark. The
electricity between you rises higher as he steps up close to you and runs
his hands from your hands up your arms and gently back down again. Every
hair on your arms stands erect and delicious tingles fly through you and
you become wetter than you already were. Tay kisses your hair and pulls
you into his embrace, slowly turning you around to face him. You raise
your mouth to his, his perfect lips opening for your lips and tongue and
you kiss him, first softly and deeply then leaning in, holding his face
in your hands and never wanting to stop. Tay's hands press your bottom,
the silk of your flippy skirt half covering the round gleam of your ass
where he cups it. He can feel how ready you are with his fingertips. He
reaches up and embraces you and picks you up, stepping forward to rest
you gently on the fourth step of the stairs in the foyer. You kiss his
lips lightly and lay back as he kisses your throat and shoulder, undoes the buttons of your blouse and unhooks your lacey front close bra. He pushes it away revealing your breasts and kisses your right nipple, so hard at this point that the sensation when Tay sucks it into his mouth is almost unbearable. You gasp and arch your back as he rolls his tongue around your nipple and then gently scrapes it with his teeth. "Oh god, I can't stand it. I need you in me-- I want you in me." Taylor kisses your
breast and then stands slightly to undo his jeans and boxer briefs,
letting them slip down. Every inch of him is glowing in the moonlight,
the skin so taut and ready to explode. He puts a hand on each of your
thighs, flipping up your skirt and a slow grin appears across his face
as you willingly open your self to him. He slides your creamy silk thong
off, revealing your glistening lips. He moves forward letting his tip
graze you and then he thrusts forward and into you, moving slowly and
deliberately so you can both feel each sensation, your velvety wet
warmth, his cock filling you like no one ever has. You each cry out. You
reach and grab his butt, pulling him deeper. He begins thrusting, moving
a little faster, kissing your face, your arms your neck. Tay stops for
a second and whispers "Baby hang on to me." You move your arms up around
his neck and wrap your legs around his waist, crossing your ankles at
his back so you will not lose his hardness that makes you one. He holds you with one arm and lifts you up, still inside you but deeper now. He sways slightly and
you gasp. He whispers "Don't worry baby, I've got you, I won't let you
fall." You hold perfectly still as he takes the steps up to the landing,
with each step he moves inside you causing new sensations... that feeling of being totally one with him – nothing but you and him . When he
reaches the top landing, he presses your back to the wall, his hands
under your arms and palms flat against the wall on either side of you
and holds you up and begins kissing you and thrusting into you. You
move up and down on him...holding his shoulders and guiding
yourself up his manhood and then down again impaling yourself on him
over and over. You feel as if you are on fire and the pressure is so
exquisite and your whole body shudders as you cum for him and you
cry out again. You feel him grow even harder and then the pulsations begin as
he explodes into you moaning with almost unbearable pleasure, his head thrown back
from the intensity. You stay joined as one for several moments, Tay
using his body to hold you up and holding your face and kissing the
tears of joy sliding down your cheeks, shining diamonds in the sweet
moonglow, until he carries you toward your bedroom as he softly sings
... "Only the beginning, it's only the beginning baby..."

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Part Three


You close the door after the last guest has left and reach and turn out
the light in the foyer. The moonlight is coming though the windows,
velvety and lush. You sense Taylor behind you in the semi-dark. The
electricity between you rises higher as he steps up close to you and runs
his hands from your hands up your arms and gently back down again. Every
hair on your arms stands erect and delicious tingles fly through you and
you become wetter than you already were. Tay kisses your hair and pulls
you into his embrace, slowly turning you around to face him. You raise
your mouth to his, his perfect lips opening for your lips and tongue and
you kiss him, first softly and deeply then leaning in, holding his face
in your hands and never wanting to stop. Tay's hands press your bottom,
the silk of your flippy skirt half covering the round gleam of your ass
where he cups it. He can feel how ready you are with his fingertips. He
reaches up and embraces you and picks you up, stepping forward to rest
you gently on the fourth step of the stairs in the foyer. You kiss his
lips lightly and lay back as he kisses your throat and shoulder, undoes the buttons of your blouse and unhooks your lacey front close bra. He pushes it away revealing your breasts and kisses your right nipple, so hard at this point that the sensation when Tay sucks it into his mouth is almost unbearable. You gasp and arch your back as he rolls his tongue around your nipple and then gently scrapes it with his teeth. "Oh god, I can't stand it. I need you in me-- I want you in me." Taylor kisses your
breast and then stands slightly to undo his jeans and boxer briefs,
letting them slip down. Every inch of him is glowing in the moonlight,
the skin so taut and ready to explode. He puts a hand on each of your
thighs, flipping up your skirt and a slow grin appears across his face
as you willingly open your self to him. He slides your creamy silk thong
off, revealing your glistening lips. He moves forward letting his tip
graze you and then he thrusts forward and into you, moving slowly and
deliberately so you can both feel each sensation, your velvety wet
warmth, his cock filling you like no one ever has. You each cry out. You
reach and grab his butt, pulling him deeper. He begins thrusting, moving
a little faster, kissing your face, your arms your neck. Tay stops for
a second and whispers "Baby hang on to me." You move your arms up around
his neck and wrap your legs around his waist, crossing your ankles at
his back so you will not lose his hardness that makes you one. He holds you with one arm and lifts you up, still inside you but deeper now. He sways slightly and
you gasp. He whispers "Don't worry baby, I've got you, I won't let you
fall." You hold perfectly still as he takes the steps up to the landing,
with each step he moves inside you causing new sensations... that feeling of being totally one with him – nothing but you and him . When he
reaches the top landing, he presses your back to the wall, his hands
under your arms and palms flat against the wall on either side of you
and holds you up and begins kissing you and thrusting into you. You
move up and down on him...holding his shoulders and guiding
yourself up his manhood and then down again impaling yourself on him
over and over. You feel as if you are on fire and the pressure is so
exquisite and your whole body shudders as you cum for him and you
cry out again. You feel him grow even harder and then the pulsations begin as
he explodes into you moaning with almost unbearable pleasure, his head thrown back
from the intensity. You stay joined as one for several moments, Tay
using his body to hold you up and holding your face and kissing the
tears of joy sliding down your cheeks, shining diamonds in the sweet
moonglow, until he carries you toward your bedroom as he softly sings
... "Only the beginning, it's only the beginning baby..."

]]> http://taylormadesoul.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=1186 Sun, 25 Jun 2006 20:45:53 -0600 http://taylormadesoul.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=1186 that i will have his glittery ass beat if he bruises me..."what bout love bites?" he asks in a 'break'.."no Taylor, we are not 14 years old"...he looks all ashamed...i look down at my right breast and there is what mr taylor hicks likes to call a "love bite"... what most of the world considers a 'hickey'...i am just so shocked at him, being all sweet and dumb at the same time...he laughs and tries to really look cute for a second...and it ALMOST works..until he makes me laugh by doing the gymnast thing, only doing it like hes really small...its very funny...he's ate up...
the music is his, the smell is him, the sight is him...i am totally gone....i just submit so crazily that its insane...he is just towering over me in a mound of olive skin, deep salt and pepper hair so deep that you could lose your hands in it, the softest skin, the absolute smell of sex...it was intoxicating, i felt like i was 14 again....i really did. the feeling in my stomach, in my legs, as my heart took him in...
he leans into pour the wax on my chest....and he's concentratin all over the place, lookin all intense...and he stops...he stops and says "no i cant pour this on you, that would be so mean, like animal testing"...i just totally lose it in laughter.....rolling into
him as he shakes with laughter.....hes so thick..just thick...good and solid to put your arms around...he flops back again, and i tell him once more that he flops on his back way too voluntarily...."grrrrrrr" he growls at me...mouthing but not singing a line in 'hell of a day'...moving his head animatedly to the music...i take the candle, and i position it over his chest, between his nipples, right over his sternum..he is looking up at first the candle then to me, and back again...."do it already, im nervous here"...i snort a little..and say "ok.." and i do it, i pour it on his skin...and i feel him tense up then relax real fast ..."oh woooowwwww..that is so awesome.......u gotta try"..he pops up and grabs the candle.....he pours it on my chest...and he leans in and kisses me deeply again that my eyeballs cross...literally..the man can use the tongue, he knows what hes doing
and it is alot of fun....he is so into the wax thing..it could get out of hand...we'll see....he is now dripping it on my neck and pulling it off with his teeth when it is cool......he is into it...i take the candle..and push him back...i take the candle down on his belly...below his navel but above his pubic bone...and i pour it...start to stop but he makes me keep going.....he loves this.....those poor boxer briefs, but they sure are strong!!....he pushes me over....takes the candle, and sets it on the nite stand...rolls half on me..and attacks my poor panties again..."whoa tiger.....lets save these ones, ok??" ....."just get em off, ok? ive never been able to wait, that is a habit of mine, i rip"....i just give him the eye, and take off my panties...and say "see? they're reusable..cool huh?"...."yeah" he says, "real cool" and just lunges in at me..face first in my crotch..no vanity there...i
laugh and try to slow him down, there is no slowing him down, it is the power of the wax...mental note: watch out when taylor has candles around him...hee
this is a lil scary, he is really goin at it...and i am writhing....it is now I who have fistfuls of blanket...and hair...that thick hair...
it is good to hold onto...another mental note...he likes to watch me as i approach climax...he just likes to watch, period...hes
cute..really cute....but right now im falling, falling again.........and he is watching, watching....and he comes up and kisses me
.way too hot for me....i grab his dick and say..."may i?"....he lays back..i give him 'flopping' look....he just pulls my head down on his dick....i nibble and lick down the shaft and keep him on the edge by alternating between sucking it and licking and biting it....hes trying not to push my head down, but its not working..he's pushin and im slappin his arm..over and over..and over....til i just say..."stop it Taylor, thats not fun"....he just pulls me back, puts his hand on my thigh and pushes..they open automatically for him now, its the core animal in me, i just want him....in me.....now.....and as much and
as often as i can....i craved that feeling .....my BODY craved him, i could taste it]]> that i will have his glittery ass beat if he bruises me..."what bout love bites?" he asks in a 'break'.."no Taylor, we are not 14 years old"...he looks all ashamed...i look down at my right breast and there is what mr taylor hicks likes to call a "love bite"... what most of the world considers a 'hickey'...i am just so shocked at him, being all sweet and dumb at the same time...he laughs and tries to really look cute for a second...and it ALMOST works..until he makes me laugh by doing the gymnast thing, only doing it like hes really small...its very funny...he's ate up...
the music is his, the smell is him, the sight is him...i am totally gone....i just submit so crazily that its insane...he is just towering over me in a mound of olive skin, deep salt and pepper hair so deep that you could lose your hands in it, the softest skin, the absolute smell of sex...it was intoxicating, i felt like i was 14 again....i really did. the feeling in my stomach, in my legs, as my heart took him in...
he leans into pour the wax on my chest....and he's concentratin all over the place, lookin all intense...and he stops...he stops and says "no i cant pour this on you, that would be so mean, like animal testing"...i just totally lose it in laughter.....rolling into
him as he shakes with laughter.....hes so thick..just thick...good and solid to put your arms around...he flops back again, and i tell him once more that he flops on his back way too voluntarily...."grrrrrrr" he growls at me...mouthing but not singing a line in 'hell of a day'...moving his head animatedly to the music...i take the candle, and i position it over his chest, between his nipples, right over his sternum..he is looking up at first the candle then to me, and back again...."do it already, im nervous here"...i snort a little..and say "ok.." and i do it, i pour it on his skin...and i feel him tense up then relax real fast ..."oh woooowwwww..that is so awesome.......u gotta try"..he pops up and grabs the candle.....he pours it on my chest...and he leans in and kisses me deeply again that my eyeballs cross...literally..the man can use the tongue, he knows what hes doing
and it is alot of fun....he is so into the wax thing..it could get out of hand...we'll see....he is now dripping it on my neck and pulling it off with his teeth when it is cool......he is into it...i take the candle..and push him back...i take the candle down on his belly...below his navel but above his pubic bone...and i pour it...start to stop but he makes me keep going.....he loves this.....those poor boxer briefs, but they sure are strong!!....he pushes me over....takes the candle, and sets it on the nite stand...rolls half on me..and attacks my poor panties again..."whoa tiger.....lets save these ones, ok??" ....."just get em off, ok? ive never been able to wait, that is a habit of mine, i rip"....i just give him the eye, and take off my panties...and say "see? they're reusable..cool huh?"...."yeah" he says, "real cool" and just lunges in at me..face first in my crotch..no vanity there...i
laugh and try to slow him down, there is no slowing him down, it is the power of the wax...mental note: watch out when taylor has candles around him...hee
this is a lil scary, he is really goin at it...and i am writhing....it is now I who have fistfuls of blanket...and hair...that thick hair...
it is good to hold onto...another mental note...he likes to watch me as i approach climax...he just likes to watch, period...hes
cute..really cute....but right now im falling, falling again.........and he is watching, watching....and he comes up and kisses me
.way too hot for me....i grab his dick and say..."may i?"....he lays back..i give him 'flopping' look....he just pulls my head down on his dick....i nibble and lick down the shaft and keep him on the edge by alternating between sucking it and licking and biting it....hes trying not to push my head down, but its not working..he's pushin and im slappin his arm..over and over..and over....til i just say..."stop it Taylor, thats not fun"....he just pulls me back, puts his hand on my thigh and pushes..they open automatically for him now, its the core animal in me, i just want him....in me.....now.....and as much and
as often as i can....i craved that feeling .....my BODY craved him, i could taste it]]> http://taylormadesoul.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=1184 Sun, 25 Jun 2006 19:37:40 -0600 http://taylormadesoul.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=1184 mental note to not tell him that...for fear we would end up peeing ourselves...i just decided that i would just quietly thank God, and kiss him on the cheek.....i reach over to kiss him..he turns his head fast and meets my lips in quick peck..then he pulls
out, taps my lips with his finger, and says "open"..i do and he throws in a piece of popcorn..."enjoy it, I made it, me...i made it"
looking all proud of himself and goofy..."yeah thanks Taylor, that is gourmet microwave popcorn...i am loving it"..we laugh as he does the gymnast thing again in victory.....i know that the scene is coming up, so i turn his head with my finger by pushing his jaw to one side.....i run my finger along his jawline...down his neck...
he looks at me....i blush..."i couldnt help myself...you're so cute"....he makes a goofy face.."OOHHHH YOURRRRR SOOOOOO
CUUUUUUUUUUTE" he screams in a high pitched squeal....he shakes his head kinda disgusted, kinda humble, kinda disbelievingly...."i cant stand that, C, not that i dont want you to say it...really, say it all you want, because i know you mean it and you dont just want to ..."..i look matter of factly at him and say "fuck you?....now isnt that an interesting point you're making there..." i just smile at him and pause the movie....he looks a little stunned for a second..."no, thats not what i mean, want, mean, shit you KNOW what i mean...i know you do, dont you??" ...i let him squirm for a second..he's looking at me
really panicky..leaning forward and looking at me intensely..kind of a smile, kind of not.....i soften my look and say "taylor yes i understand and yes i know what you mean, and yes i know what you want, its really ok"..i pat him on his head..and he leans
in and kisses me.."i like you, you know that?".....my tummy flutters, a shiver runs up my spine.."do you?" i ask.....he slides down into the bed, pulling me into him..."yeah i really do...i think you're pretty cool"....im smiling...really smiling..."im glad you
think so, cuz i think you're pretty funky too....ill treasure these 3 days until my dying breath"...he hugs me to him and breathes
deep...and lets out a low, long...."maaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnn".....i know what he means, and i know he knows that i know..
and i hug him back and i kiss his chest and just breathe in his scent..storing it in my scent memory bank.....this was gonna be
a hard ride, and i might get put away wet....and it is probably gonna hurt a whole fucking lot....i take a deep breath too...
"start the movie, already"...after about 10 minutes of just holding each other and thinking, and whispering things that mean
absolutely nothing to each other...tracing each others bodies with our fingers...committing it to our memories...for the lifetime
to come without each other....
i start the movie....we watch....me wrapped in the warm cocoon of his arms....listening to him breathe, to his heart beat...feeling his body move as his body relaxed and tensed up at intervals....scratching his leg with his hand....he pats it
after he scratches..that must be a south thing or something...stored in memory bank....the candle part is almost there...
here it comes..i know he's gonna say something..i brace myself...its on the screen......i feel his body tense up...his body
moves forward...letting me go from his arms...."hey......can we DO that....with THAT???" he is pointing to the candle on the night table....i KNEW it...did i call it??.....i just laugh...and pause the movie....think twice and STOP the movie....
"well do you think that candle will work?" i ask all innocently??....he looks like a deer in the headlights....i have to laugh at
him..."well YEAH!!!".....he leans over and grabs the candle...i tell him..."now you didnt watch the scene very carefully did you?
because i go FIRST.."....]]> mental note to not tell him that...for fear we would end up peeing ourselves...i just decided that i would just quietly thank God, and kiss him on the cheek.....i reach over to kiss him..he turns his head fast and meets my lips in quick peck..then he pulls
out, taps my lips with his finger, and says "open"..i do and he throws in a piece of popcorn..."enjoy it, I made it, me...i made it"
looking all proud of himself and goofy..."yeah thanks Taylor, that is gourmet microwave popcorn...i am loving it"..we laugh as he does the gymnast thing again in victory.....i know that the scene is coming up, so i turn his head with my finger by pushing his jaw to one side.....i run my finger along his jawline...down his neck...
he looks at me....i blush..."i couldnt help myself...you're so cute"....he makes a goofy face.."OOHHHH YOURRRRR SOOOOOO
CUUUUUUUUUUTE" he screams in a high pitched squeal....he shakes his head kinda disgusted, kinda humble, kinda disbelievingly...."i cant stand that, C, not that i dont want you to say it...really, say it all you want, because i know you mean it and you dont just want to ..."..i look matter of factly at him and say "fuck you?....now isnt that an interesting point you're making there..." i just smile at him and pause the movie....he looks a little stunned for a second..."no, thats not what i mean, want, mean, shit you KNOW what i mean...i know you do, dont you??" ...i let him squirm for a second..he's looking at me
really panicky..leaning forward and looking at me intensely..kind of a smile, kind of not.....i soften my look and say "taylor yes i understand and yes i know what you mean, and yes i know what you want, its really ok"..i pat him on his head..and he leans
in and kisses me.."i like you, you know that?".....my tummy flutters, a shiver runs up my spine.."do you?" i ask.....he slides down into the bed, pulling me into him..."yeah i really do...i think you're pretty cool"....im smiling...really smiling..."im glad you
think so, cuz i think you're pretty funky too....ill treasure these 3 days until my dying breath"...he hugs me to him and breathes
deep...and lets out a low, long...."maaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnn".....i know what he means, and i know he knows that i know..
and i hug him back and i kiss his chest and just breathe in his scent..storing it in my scent memory bank.....this was gonna be
a hard ride, and i might get put away wet....and it is probably gonna hurt a whole fucking lot....i take a deep breath too...
"start the movie, already"...after about 10 minutes of just holding each other and thinking, and whispering things that mean
absolutely nothing to each other...tracing each others bodies with our fingers...committing it to our memories...for the lifetime
to come without each other....
i start the movie....we watch....me wrapped in the warm cocoon of his arms....listening to him breathe, to his heart beat...feeling his body move as his body relaxed and tensed up at intervals....scratching his leg with his hand....he pats it
after he scratches..that must be a south thing or something...stored in memory bank....the candle part is almost there...
here it comes..i know he's gonna say something..i brace myself...its on the screen......i feel his body tense up...his body
moves forward...letting me go from his arms...."hey......can we DO that....with THAT???" he is pointing to the candle on the night table....i KNEW it...did i call it??.....i just laugh...and pause the movie....think twice and STOP the movie....
"well do you think that candle will work?" i ask all innocently??....he looks like a deer in the headlights....i have to laugh at
him..."well YEAH!!!".....he leans over and grabs the candle...i tell him..."now you didnt watch the scene very carefully did you?
because i go FIRST.."....]]> http://taylormadesoul.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=1181 Sun, 25 Jun 2006 18:56:06 -0600 http://taylormadesoul.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=1181 to a kitten...laying there with his head on his hands, elbows at each side of my head...his weight on my body..the warmth
from his skin....his smell..oh his smell, which was sweat, light after shave (or was it shower gel? not sure), and sex..he
exuded passion.
"what do u want to do?" he says....head cocked to the side...playful look in his eyes....im still shaken to the core, and dont
really care..."i really dont care, its what you want..."...
"well, u got any good movies?"...i kinda laff and say..."yeah, i do, have you ever seen Bully?"..he thinks for a second...looks
thoughtful for a second and says "no i dont think ive seen that one, i'll make the popcorn, ok?? point me to the kitchen..."
i point and say "that way, walk til u run into a wall and turn, and put something on, you'll scare the dog..." he laughs out loud
kisses my nose and says "cue that sucker up, girl"...jumps up, locates his boxer briefs and prances, yes, he prances out of
the room, making me laugh at him in the process...i pop up off of the bed, test my legs...yeah they'll hold...grab a tshirt, and some new unripped underwear...laughing to myself at the thought of the look on my face when he did that...hee
i put the movie in, grab the extra pillows from the closet, and light a candle, knowing for sure that when he sees the scene in
the movie with the candle, he'll want to play...ill let him...(writers note: if you've never seen Bully with Nick Stahl, Brad Renfro,
Rachel Miner..you need to...u will understand completely) i run to the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth..i have beer mouth.
he comes in and stands behind me, putting his arms around my middle..."can i brush too? PLEASE?" he gives me a little
pleading look in the mirror..he turns to the toilet and pees...."aaaaahhhhhhhhh"....laugh, spitting toothpaste all over.."God,
you're such a MAN"....we giggle...he reaches backward and pinches me in the side...remembering that im ticklish there...
"Aaah stop...let me finish..i got toothpaste everywhere"..laughing and almost choking at the same time...