A Captured Moment, take two...

Their eyes melted into a world far from the restaurant where they sat, these two unlikely individuals brought together by chance – and caught by fate.

Intense dark eyes locked into hers as she brought both hands to the table and he began to lightly stroke the tips of her small finger… slowly, in a hypnotic trance, she turned her palm upward, facing his – body heat merged in the air between them. Supported with wrists on the table, an invisible current became almost tangible as they continued - they could feel it – real as any touch – but their hands never came together completely.

He saw her nakedness in the depth of black pupils staring into his – and finally – unable to resist any longer – he pressed his fingers gently against hers. She couldn’t take her eyes away – absorbed in the fluidity of seduction, drowning without even attempting to save herself. His touch was warm, inviting – she slipped her fingers, one by one, between his… stroking up and down, caressing him.

He closed his hands around hers – the connection was so powerful she felt branded with his fingerprints. They moved ever so slightly, in tandem, like a soft glove that soothed them inside out… his fingers sliding down to the sensitive inner skin at the knuckle, then pulling away…and back up to the tiny fingertips.

Her mind was not at the table, but with him… in another place, where he touched past her flesh…and penetrated her subconscious until she surrendered to him.

He wrapped her fingers into each other, embracing the soft fists again in his strong grasp, squeezing tenderly, stroking the sides with his thumbs… and she suddenly felt the uncontrolled rush deep inside her belly, yearning for him… blood racing through every vein in a flood of undeniable passion.

Looking into his eyes - deep chocolate brown pools where the infinity of pleasure enveloped her like a rising tide - her fingers slipped seductively into his palm and he led her up and away from the table, tossing a tip on the white cloth, nodding to the waiter. She turned a few heads as they walked out, and he held tightly to the hand now tucked under his arm, always keeping her close… remembering… anticipating the darkness of night.

Heart beating wildly, she followed him, his strength much more than physical. He had captured her once more… what was it about him?

Sparked simply by touch, uncomplicated sensuality burns fervently out of control into a roaring inferno – climbing the towering peak, ecstasy would be the only escape.

Only a touch – nothing more, nothing less – stirring the senses into an erotic, fiery dance.

I am just having one of those weekends, bloggers..LOL...nothing a little skin surfing couldn't cure!  Would you prefer I just keep them to myself and just shut up already? .. .perhaps I should file them into a blog of steamy daydreams and/or spent memories...

a captured moment...

Sluggish descending sunset slips beneath an impressive horizon, vibrant colors exhibit orange, red, yellow, blue, pink, purple, now fading.

Kerosene lanterns softly shimmering, casting alluring shadows. Subtle romantic melodies create intimate ambience. Cuddling, snuggling, embracing, one another, on a soft red, velvety settee.

Windows of chocolate melting into green, as the sky fades into darkness, entirely mesmerized, devouring simple moments of love.

Building a Website?!

hey sexy,

I was playing around with html and YOU! and I certainly don't know anything about putting gifs in and getting them to work! so I am sending it back to you!  I need to learn about margins and columns and such...this html thingy is slow, or is it just me? LOL

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A Tale of Two Programmers

Once upon a time, in a faraway city lived a kindly old programmer called Tyme. Tyme had plenty of time on his hands, but his favorite playtime, outside of his playmate who lived in a faraway Appalachian land, was programming! Oh the countless hours he played working on perfecting his craft! He was indeed a master!


Speaking of master, he began to teach his craft to his playmate, who was only interested in playing with him! Needless to say, she was not doing her homework as he instructed. He was trying to teach her how to build a website from scratch. He would have to contemplate her fate.

Sometimes, while trying to work on her html, her imagination would run amuck and she imagined her being his teacher! She wished he were closer by so she could play out her fantasies, and he could come html (home to make love?!) You mean that isn't what html stands for?

Yes, it seems she does have quite a ways to go!

By the way, darling, if I wanted to change this google link to a new color, how might I add that in here? Somehow this blue just doesn't get it for me! Actually I was thinking that a link to a naughty story might be much more fun, what do you think?

click for google (actually this worked on the website!)

Today, I see by this particular html exercise that between the spacing betweeen paragraphs are double spaced, but if I wanted each line double spaced from the next, what code will I have to use to accomplish that? I wonder...If one double spaces the actual lines, then would it be appropriate to triple space between paragraphs?


While the programmer-to-be was busy contemplating which code would make these lines double spaced, her mind slips inbetween these typed words to a faraway memory of her and Programmer. He has this uncanny ability to bring out the passions in her, few if any men, have ever done. Both of them were enjoying being lost somewhere in West Virginia, perched high on a mountaintop for a night, in a room at a state park. The name of the place itself escapes her, but what she remembers is the way he made her feel; the way he always make her feel. Some things are too beautiful and words fail to describe them adequately.

He knows that feeling too, that hunger, that insatiable desire of affection and having that need fulfilled. She needs to kiss him now, right now, just the way his lips fell to hers that night. She needs him to fondle and kiss her, right now, just the way he did that night. She needs to feel his body over top of hers, his body melding into hers, right now, just the way he did that night. She needs that orgasmic release, right now, just the way it happened magically that night. Being lost in the mind's sensation of those events is sustaining those months of absence Programmer is separated from his programmer-to-be. She wonders if perhaps he lies in bed at night, as she does, missing the magic of their lovemaking.

As she tries to get focus to the business at hand, it appears that the context of this particular lesson has ended, and the code she needs is not a part of this particular html lesson. The programmer-to-be might need some one-on-one instruction from Programmer. What do you say, darling? Are you up to providing a little after hour instruction?

Also in an attempt to place this animated kiss gif in the page, it lacks motion! I suppose that is another whole lesson?! and where is the title? A Tale of Two Progammers? I am viewing this with Mozilla, perhaps I should look in IE? It is hard to program when all I have is an old version of Windows! What version do I have?

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original date of play 07/15/09