Lyric

The crazy little things i say....
2002-01-01 07:58:56 (UTC)

My desire, yens, wants, cravings.....

Though I don't consider myself a cosmo girl, I do read it
from time to time. Who can resist all the smutty stories
people send in. Not me. I have no smutty stories to share,
at least not any recent ones in these past three years.
Ouch huh?
Cosmo, the woman's guide on how to really looovee your
man. That is, if you have a man. Me, I have officially
put myself on the market again. Which might be why I have
shown an interest in the mag as of late. I guess you could
say a refresher course.
You are most likely wondering why I'm even talking about
the damn magazine. I'll tell you. Those people told me to
start a hot little diary, a book of my desires, all those
things that tweak me in the right way. So here I am. I
find it easier to type than write. Besides I think I want
to share some of my stories like those people that write
in.

Of course like most people I have been putting this off. I
only decided to start today because of some recent things I
have experienced, especially today.

I'm a female (by the way), taking a martial art. I am
going into my second month. I happen to love it and am
completely addicted. Tho sometimes, my body screams with
pain, there is always one thing that will get me to go to
class, no matter how early, how tired or how sore I am.
The instructors are damn fine. It's just thrilling when
you look at a guy and realize he can pick you up and toss
you in bed. That strength they exude is almost
animalistic. Sorry boys dont ever let a woman tell you she
likes to be in control. (Ok ok maybe sometimes.) To be
under the spell, in the strong arms of a man in complete
control, wow. OK anyway, before I go off into La La land.

There are two, like I said. The first one, is tall and as
my friend says "ruggedly handsome". He's a nice guy, great
instructor and very in charge. I'd hate to get in the way
of his right. I'm sure all the ladies would agree what a
turn on it is to know you are with a man that could protect
you and keep you safe. I've had dreams about him. Which
surprised me,becuz i haven't had any dreams like "that" in
quite a while. s'ok tho, im finding i look forward to
bedtime. But I'm not going to write about that today. The
reason I've started this today is becuz of the other
instructor. He's shorter than the other one but he's not
short. Id say 5'9? I'm 5'5 so thats fine. He's got a tan
complexion, and a beautiful accent. He also runs a very
intense class, which I'm finding erotic. I also happened
to notice today that he is rather flexible. Oh how sweet
it is. For those of you that have read romance books, you
will know what I mean when I talk about the eyes that
fairly smoulder with passion, or you can see it burning in
their eyes. Keep that in your mind.

The class starts out with a rather vigorous warmup, one
that has some people stopping to gasp for breath, and me
flushed and already covered with a sheen. Not yet sweat,
but close. At the end of the warmup, we go through a
series of stretches. You can still hear the heavy
breathing of the others in class, as they are still
laboring and trying to cool down. I started to see this as
a perfect time to start. As I went into stretches, i would
close my eyes, becuz i was tight in places....take deep
breaths slowly and exhale through the nose. Imagine a look
of almost pain turn into pleasure as the stretch started to
feel good. Bite the lip...face is flushed. Of course, me
being the good student i am, im always at the front of the
room. I wondered as I did this subtle foreplay if it
worked. There was no way to know becuz i couldnt open my
eyes. I really need to get some lookout friends in there
to help me watch for signs. I like to think it worked.
Class went on normally. At the end came my moment. We
were working on a move that allowed us to get out of a hold
that had a person straddling us. I got called up to the
instructor to be the example. He straddled me. Remember
that look in the eyes thing. Im fairly sure I telegraphed
that one. Instead of being a little embarassed at my
precarious position, I was there on my back with his hands
around my neck with probly about the biggest eyes just
staring. I dont even remember him talking..I dont think he
did. I look back on it and I just see him staring down at
me, and it seemed to go on forever tho i know it didnt.
Time slowed down...and maybe im just making myself feel
good, but i believe i detected that same look from him. I
felt something come from him. He didnt finish the move
with me. Matter of fact he didnt use another female to
demonstrate the move with for the rest of the class. I
wondered about that, since this move was geared towards how
a woman might get attacked.
So us students got to work with each other as partners
perfecting this move..etc. But as we told each other, it
really made sense to try it with a guy. Becuz yes i could
throw off the small girl i was working with, but could i
actually with a guy? So I asked him if he would stand in.
And he did and he straddled me again and i flipped him
over...and it happened again...This time I remember
watching his eyes as we went through the move. Of course i
was supposed to end up holding onto his wrists and then on
to other things, but we ended up there with me on top of
him. Holding his hands, breathing fast, exhilarated for
some reason ;}and staring big eyed into his again.
I hope my dreams tonight take me further into this
than reality had a chance to. I can't wait for my next
class, maybe next time I'll telegraph it purposely just to
see what happens. Of course I'll be back tomorrow to tell
you about the other instructor I started with, he puts me
into a tizzy himself.
All this is so amazing...i have been immune to things like
these for 3 years. I'm assuming that 3 years is just too
damn long, and my body is waking up and going to make me
pay for it.
Until next time...sweeeet dreeeams




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