Answering Doubt

An old man retires to a quiet place and holds conversation with a young boy that isn’t there. He is bombarded with questions in the eager small boy’s youthful enthusiasm, but alas they resonate and reverberate within the old man’s head. Clenching his hands, he bows his head and seeks clarity and wisdom to silence the young boy’s inquiry, for fear his unanswered questions are being to agitate the child.

Then there was silence. The young boy had fallen quiet and vanished. Clarity returned once more to the old man’s mind, though no answers to questions asked, for all doubts had been removed.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown

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Temptation

You come walking in
Vest top on and legs wrapped in leather
High hells on
Hair hanging down
With a smile on your face and that sparkle in your eye
You must know I adore you
Crave you
Want you
God knows that I love you
Temptation has never been so cruel
Because without that ring on your finger
You’ll never truly be mine

Copyright: authorchrisbrown

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Q&A about Love

How do you know it’s love? Should your mind wander to exotic places, sampling gourmet dishes or finest wine, who is sharing that mind wander with you? If it is not the person of whom you’ve said has your heart, do they really have it?

What do you think about soul mates? When two lovers come together, and a bond is formed not of lust and carnal desire, but of understanding and communication. When they see the flaws created by others and accept them without wanting to fix them because the adore you in spite of them. Though they cannot erase the past, they nurture your soul in a way that makes your future much brighter.

Do you believe there is someone for everyone? A lifetime is but a spec in the true reality of time. A month, a year or even a decade we may wait until our heart’s rythmn is matched to another. We may win and lose our greatest love in our early years, or find true love towards the end of what time we have. True love comes to us all eventually, it’s keeping it fed and sustainable that will help it flourish.

Have you found any of the aforementioned? My journey through love has been eventful, albeit with few. They have been full of happy times and great memories of which I look back on with fondness. That said, I have found my happily ever after. She is all of the above and more. She has captivated my heart from the first time I saw her, and continues to enthrall and amaze me with her presence and charisma. If a man could die from love, I would have died already a million times over. She is my everything.

Thoughts of: authorchrisbrown

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Relationship Ideals

The front door opened where a tired an weary female came in from the cold outside. She was greeted with a cozy blanket that had been warming on the radiator, put there for her arrival. It was being held by the smiling face of her husband.

Wrapping it around her, he led her to the sofa where he began removing her shoes so as to rub her aching feet. The room was full of the scent of an evening meal, almost ready, cooking in the oven. A glass of wine already poured, waiting on the table and the sound of running water for the bath he’d readied for her return.

These are the things I believe a partner wants from a relationship, not coming home to x-box and the prospect of then having to choose and cook tea. I might be wrong.

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Finding Faith

Life through my eyes 3

It wasn’t about finding some revelation
An euphoria moment that opened my eyes
I was taught the stories in school
By half hearted teachers that left me more questions than answers

Nor was it pandering to others
Changing of beliefs to seek favour in a new relationship
Afterall I was baptized as a child, and yet
Given the freedom to seek my own mind upon religion and faith

To many it seems incomprehensible
That in my days of loneliness and everything seems against me
I should have someone in which to offload
Not always in silent prayer, but in anger and frustration

There is comfort unleashing your feelings
To someone who will not judge or shout back
But will give you the benefit of a new day in which to find calm
To me, it has become more than religion but a relationship

Having faith that light will always follow darkness
That the power of song can lift and most flattened of moods
I would rather be looked at funny for finding strength
And shunned for seeking shelter in the arms of The Lord.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown

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No More Vanilla Sex NSFW 18+

Twenty minutes after getting in from the club and Sam found herself on her back, legs in the air, and some random guy between them thrusting away.

‘What am I doing?’ she thought. ”I vowed I’d never do this again.’ Indeed, the more she thought about it, she realised her reactions to what he was doing had become due to expectation rather than a natural response. ‘No!’ she continued. ‘No more vanilla sex.’

“Fuck my tits,” she suggested squeezing both her large breasts together trying to tempt him.

“But this feels amazing!” was his heavily breathed reply.

“Cum on my tits, then I’ll suck you hard so you can fuck my ass.”

She had never directed sex before, and her demands sounded far less provocative than she heard them in her head. However they must have worked because he was now straddled across her stomach, fucking her cleavage.

It didn’t take long. Certainly far less time than was enough for Sam to discover if she enjoyed being titty fucked. The fact her breasts had been heavily showered in cum was quite the turn on though.

A deal was a deal. The stranger had already moved position so that full attention could be given orally to his softening cock, to which Sam duly responded. What she hadn’t factored, was that he was willing to given her some oral attention also.

Embarrassed, she moved her legs preventing his approach. She had not prepared herself down there for anyone being that intimate, though the idea of someone doing so was getting her extremely wet. Things were about to get much wetter.

“Let’s take this to the shower,” he suggested, a hint of frustration in his voice.

Sam had no recollection of agreeing, but there they were hot water cascading over their bodies, hands exploring the contours of each others body. Suddenly a firm grip took hold of the tuft of pubic hair she’d been so self conscious for having.

“Let me remove this for you,” he asked scrambling for either some foam or gel.

‘OMG! ‘ she thought as his hands began lathering the foam all around, and on ocassion, in her vagina. His touch was firm but attentive. His touch with a blade was steady and precise. Sam knew she’d cum twice at his touch, and though she tried to conceal them, his smile suggested he knew.

Taking the shower head he washed away any excess foam, making sure to direct the jets of water against her lips, heightening her excitment, also taking to kiss her high up on her inner thigh. She groaned loudly as he did so. When his tongue parted her lips, and they met with hers, all control was lost, grabbing hold of anything as shudders coursed through her body.

With her legs shaking, he placed both hands on her hips, turning her slowly whilst bending her over. Instinctively both hands she planted against the wall. Catching her breath, the realisation that he was now going to fuck her ass set in.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown

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When

When your fears turns to tears, and dreams crumble into decaying debris.

When salvation becomes the barrel of a loaded gun and you drink your poison to numb the pain.

When every fibre of you soul is manipulated like a marionette’s strings, pushed and pulled beyond you will.

When a heart doesn’t break, but it cracks and shatters into millions of pieces lifting into the night sky to join the stars.

When the words have been spoken and all feelings gone.

That is when it’s the end.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown

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Brave the Shave 2019

This me. A hairy tattooed lover of heavy metal.

This time last year my mother passed away after a brief battle with cancer. In her honour, and to raise money for the Mcmillan Nurses who eased her pains during her stay in hospital, I have decided to undertake the Brave the Shave 2019.

The long hair and beard will all go, and be donated to a charity that makes wigs for cancer survivors.

My hair loss will be temporary. The loss of my mother permanent. If you can, and only if you can, spare a little loose change to make a donation, it is all going to such a deserving cause.

https://bravetheshave.macmillan.org.uk/shavers/chris-brown2

Thank you for just reading.

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