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Seeing Ghosts [M40s/F30s][poem]

On my back
Alone

An impossible touch
Something delicate
brushing the hair
on my chest
the inside of my thigh

Eyes wide
Seeing nothing

Feeling a kiss
A whisper
The way the wind
might touch
or caress with intent

My skin
Rippling at nothing

A sound like a car passing
on a wet street
A sound like your breath
catching
in my ear

Eyes tight
Seeing you

A shadow
A silhouette
next to me
A body
of smoke and mist

My body
Tense and rigid

The softness
and insistence
of your non-touch
Real
as a dream

This place
Silent

Your moans
and whimpers
an echo
from an endless distance
Dancing across my body

My mind blank
Ears thrumming a pulse

Coming down
through a cloud
The unknowable scent
of you
of your skin

A moment
Separate and stolen

Tendrils of your shape
curling
and vanishing
As the world hardens again
becomes dark
and real.

Current [poem]

Lines of conduit

Carrying a charge

from the point where my fingertips touch you

to every space in between

and back

–

The positive and negative

of who we are

dancing together

Weaving energy permanently grounded

by our contact

–

The electric pulse

of our pulses

tugging at the lines

A wire live

with the sparks from your eyes

–

A spun up motor

The coils of your body

twisted in mine

A heat

generated by our movement

–

A meter spinning

incalculable rotations

Failing in its task

to track

and quantify

every sensation and moan

–

A tripping fuse

the skips in our minds

The time-warp quality

of being here

with you

forever

and never long enough

–

The climax

the end

never an ending at all

A constant vampiric drain Read more »

Winter

The kettle sat cooling on the stovetop. The water, boiling minutes before would wait, ready to become tea or mix with powder to make hot chocolate. Instead, it would cool, untouched and forgotten.

Fat snowflakes, sometimes falling in clumps, hugged the window ledges and doorframes. Outside, billowing steam and bubbling cheerfully, the hot tub fought back the crisp air. The gurgling water and the hum of the jets cut through a world gone silent in the snow.

Branches bowed and heavy, the trees brushed the metal of the little roof over the small deck. A muted moon, behind clouds, teased the peaks of nearby mountains.

You sat, naked, on my lap. Our fingers entwined. A kiss a touch. I watched, in slow motion, a flake blow in and stick to your cheek. Fading quickly from crystal to drop, rolling gently down, a joyful winter tear. I pressed my lips to that spot, wanting to taste that memory forever. You never knew. I never told you why. Why then. Why there. A moment for me. To keep locked inside, away from the cold. Read more »

The Lake [poem]

The first kiss

Like breaking the surface of placid water

With a flat stone

–

The ripples swelling

From your body to mine

And back

Climbing the banks of our skin

–

Making lines in the sand

Like the lines of my fingers

Tracing down your cheek

–

The splash an endlessly repeating echo

Like the breath we we try to catch

But can’t

Not when we’re close

–

A breathlessness giving away to moans

Our hands and fingers brush

And caress

–

Like the moon

Scattered and reflected on each swell

The light in your eyes

Glimmering and glowing

Just for me

Just for this

–

Our waves only grow

Out from the center of our kiss

Insistent and now

And now again

–

Skin prickling

Goosebumps and fire

My skin ablaze for you

A buzz

Like the insects near the water Read more »

The time a work trip led to my [M]-39 new red-headed friend [F]-35 and I panting in her back garden (pt. 7)

Part 6: [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wxqplj/the_time_a_work_trip_led_to_my_m39_new_redheaded/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

The water trailed behind us, puddling in lines on her floor as I carried Kat to her bed. Her mouth still clamped to mine, I laid her gently down on the bed.

As soon as I pulled my mouth away, she was speaking, “Ohh, I fucking need you, baby. I need your cock. Please!”

“Not yet,” I whispered, turning to grab a soft towel, I held it in front of me and reached out a hand to her. She grabbed it and I pulled her up against me. She wrapped her arms around my waist as I slowly placed the towel over her head. Gathering her hair into it, I gripped and slid down. Pulling some of the water out. Then down her back. Her hands fumbled with my belt and button and zipper as I wiped her dry. Her shoulders. Shoulder blades. The small of her back. Pressing down hard. The soft cotton between my fingers and her skin.

I could feel her unbuttoning my soaked shirt before she tilted her head up. Leaning down, I kissed her. Soft and sweet. Both of us moaning until I pushed her shoulders down so she was on her back again. Read more »

The time a work trip led to my [M]-39 new red-headed friend [F]-35 and I panting in her back garden (pt. 6)

Part 5: [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wi5ner/the_time_a_work_trip_led_to_my_m39_new_redheaded/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

The marks on the backs of Kat’s legs lingered longer than her guests. They’d all trickled away with hugs and pecks on our cheeks as the sun was setting. Dutifully, I started cleaning up the glassware and party debris.

“Mmm. I need a nice bath,” Kat said, stretching her arms above her head and smiling at me.

“Take one. I’ll keep cleaning up for a bit.”

“And then you’ll join me?” She asked, barely a question.

“Of course,” I grinned, “go and get settled and l’ll be in soon.”

“Mmm. You’d better,” she said, husky and intense. And then she kissed me. Hard. Sucking on my lower lip as she pulled away. “Hurry up.”

I watched her walk back into her house and shook my head, beaming. I could not believe my luck. I knew Red was insatiable. I’d known it for years now. Gradually, as we’d opened up to each other, and then, all at once after she’d grown comfortable with me. I wanted to rush in behind her. Take her in the bathroom before she’d even finished undressing, but I forced myself to wait, to let her settle, relax, anticipate. Read more »

[M/F][late 20s] The Date – A Car Ride Gets Intense (oral)(sex) (part 2)

Part 1: [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wpboo6/mflate_20s_the_date_a_car_ride_gets_intense/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

At the door, I couldn’t get the key in fast enough, especially with her chest pressed to my back, her hands around my waist running up my thighs and over my cock. When I finally got the door open, I pulled her inside and pressed her to the wall. Slamming the door closed with my foot, my mouth was on her neck. Kissing. Biting.

“Yes! Yessss!” She moaned, her arms around my neck, pulling me to her.

She lifted one thigh up onto my hip and I wrapped my hand under it, squeezing.

“Fuck! I need you so bad, Em!” I groaned.

“Then fucking take me,” she said, her eyes on mine.

That made me growl as I stepped back, shrugging my jacket to the floor.

“Where is your room?” She asked, watching me.

“Fuck my room! I’m taking you right fucking here and I pulled her to me by her hands. She sank her body me, our lips finding each others’ as we lowered to the floor, embracing. Sighing. My hands caressed her back, feeling the fabric of her dress tight against her skin. Her hands were on my shoulder and the back of my head as we kissed. Now kneeling on the ground, I slowly lowered her onto her back. Read more »

[M/F][late 20s] The Date – A Car Ride Gets Intense (oral)(sex) (part 1)

Repost, because tags.

Her hand was in my lap, stroking me through my slacks. One of my hands held the wheel steady while the other had a firm grip on the inside of her thigh. My mind was split between what her hand and mine were doing and driving as carefully as possible.

Emily and I were on the way home from a date. I had on the only suit I owned. Something I’d purchased years ago for a wedding or a funeral. I couldn’t even remember anymore. It was charcoal gray, slacks and a blazer. My shirt was a button down, navy blue and open at the collar just below my beard.

She was much more put together. She wore a short, sleeveless, black dress. Tight, it hugged the curves of her body. High-necked, just a hint of cleavage peeked out where the black of her dress ended and her soft pale skin began. Beneath her dress, her legs were wrapped in black stockings, stripes running up the thigh. Black Doc Martens and her purple hair were the final punk rock touches to the outfit. Her makeup, as always, was dramatic and bold, eyeliner and dark red lipstick. Read more »

[MF][late 20s] The Date – A Car Ride Gets Intense (part 3)

Part 1: [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wn1hrw/mflate_20s_the_date_a_car_ride_gets_intense_part_1/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

Part 2: [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wn1j50/mflate_20s_the_date_a_car_ride_gets_intense_part_2/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

“Ohhh god, yes!” She said, turning away from me, now on her knees. I grabbed her from behind before she could bend over. My mouth on her neck, I grabbed her tits hard through her dress.

“Unzip me!” She pleaded. “I want to feel your hands on me. I want to feel you on my tits.”

Fumbling, I managed to get the zipper on the back of her dress down. Reaching forward, I pulled the front of her dress and bra down, her pale round tits popping free. Cupping them hard, I could feel her nipples getting hard and the cold metal of her piercings against my palms.

“Fuck me! Please!” She begged, grinding her ass back against my cock, hard in my pants.

“You want me to fuck you, dirty girl? You want my cock?” My voice was rough, mouth against her ear.

“Yes! Yes! I fucking need it! Please!”

Quickly, I unbuckled my belt and button. Shoving my pants and boxer briefs down, I had my hard dick in my hand, poised. I pushed her forward and she bent low on her elbows, her ass and pussy up. Ready for me. Waiting. Read more »

[M/F 30s][public] The time a work trip led to my new red-headed friend and I panting in her back garden (pt. 1)

*Sorry for the repost. I’ve been having these removed for tagging issues. I think I’ve got it figured out now.*

I’d met Kat a few years before. I’d been in London for work and gone out to the pub one evening. I sipped my beer alone and enjoyed a pie and mash. I was fine being alone. The day had been long and I found I was getting exhausted. Flagging the bar man, I’d paid my tab and turned to go. Halfway through the crowd, I’d heard a voice calling after me.

“Excuse me!” I’d turned to see a striking woman who appeared to be in her early 30s. She’d worn her red hair long, spilling down her back. Her eyes were blue and she was covered in cute freckles. I was speechless, mouth open.

“You’ve left your wallet,” she’d said, extending it out to me with a smile. Her lips, I’d noticed, were stained a light purple from the red wine in her hand.

“Ohh wow! Thanks so much!” I’d replied. “I can’t believe I almost left that.” And then, feeling my way, I’d said, “Generosity like that deserves a reward. Can I buy your next drink.” Read more »