Clay's Corner......my personal writings

[Leigh]

Originally Posted by claybaby

aww thanks Leigh!!! You are an awesome friend. I write from my soul, deep within my heart...and it makes me so happy to know my words can reach others...deep in their soul...and knowing they "get it"....thanks....hugs Leigh!

Hugs right back to you my friend, can't wait to read more in the future

[clay]

it starts with her feet...a naked foot...soft, well pedicured, with lovely nails..I adoringly look at all of it..rubbing my fingers along the arch, the toes...as I lean down..and gingerly take each into my mouth..where the warm moistness of my tongue and mouth send a shiver thru her body..my tongue takes the time...to ravish each toe...sucking it inside my mouth..all sexily painted...the shape..the curves..how deftly it affords me a sensual trail....travelling up to the ankle....along the calf....so well defined and muscular yet soft and feminine....alluring.....beckoning my lips....to touch...here...there...and there...and over here...tiniest of teases with tip of my tongue..eyes locked on hers..never wavering...easing back down to the foot..that sensual foot...the toes..each a lovely morsel to feast upon...gentle loving nibbles...sucking...in...out..biting the tip gently..and my tongue eases along the toes..each getting its own wet caresses from my mouth...feel me there baby...these lovely sexy toes...let my mouth devour each...and send you over the edge..tauntingly...teasingly...tantalizingly slow..so decadent..so delicious...climb that mountain of ecstacy..and I beg for more...show me more feet...let me delve into that realm of such lovely feet....naked, sensual femme feet...

[clay]

Seeking refuge in the coffee shop, out of the pouring rain....I was oblivious of most all else. Just as I opened the door to step inside, I run into the back of her....tiny little thing she was.
As I shucked my rain jacket, she turned to face me....as I began to apologize profusely.....I looked into those eyes....soft, doe eyed...molten chocolate....holding me spellbound. Her silky brown hair, wet from the rain, stood in little spikes all over her head...rather endearing...
Extending my hand, taking hers in mine...I introduced myself....hi, I am Clay...and you are?....our eyes never losing contact...her cheeks flushed...she said...I am Jace (pronouncing it "JayCee"), I asked may I buy coffee? Softly, she replied...yes, yes you may, Clay.
Finding a table in the far corner, away from the crowd, I helped her out of her rain coat and into her seat, and took a seat on the opposite side, facing her.
There was such a calmness to her, subtle, yet such positive energy....drawing me to want to know more about her. Our coffees and pastries were ordered, and we engaged in conversation......
Jace was an RN.....an ER RN precisely. In the back of my mind, thoughts were.. "of course she is", such a compassionate aura about her, the gentle energy she emitted.
We sat for hours, lost in our conversation...she was a refreshing conversationalist....drinking several cups of coffee each.
Sensing a chemistry brewing, we made plans to see one another that upcoming weekend. She was to be on duty that evening, on the 4 to MN, and had the weekend off. Numbers were exchanged, the rain had let up, and I escorted her to her car.
The next 2 days found me intrigued, eager to spend time with Jace again. Our plans were to go to the Art Museum, then a picnic on the beach as the sun set...allowing us to be in a relaxed atmosphere...
Finally Saturday came...I drove to her place, walked to her door, knocked....as she opened the door...I sucked my breath in...she was stunningly beautiful....dressed in tailored knit linen slacks, Navy...with a crisp, white linen shirt...with just a hint of a Mandarin collar and a single, rather delicate, intricately designed gold filigree chain...her hair shone like spun silk...perfect!....grinning, I handed her a spring bouquet of mixed flowers...she smiled a huge smile..."oh, these are my favorites"...and went to place them in a vase. As we headed out to my car, I took her small bag with her change of clothing for the beach picnic, and sat it next to mine, and our picnic basket on the back seat.
We drove to the Museum...conversation relaxed, easy, and interesting between us....telling me of her work, her days, and asking about mine since we last saw each other...making our arrival at our destination a seemingly short ride.
The Museum was really intriguing, as we looked at exhibits, each sharing their own version of merits for the art, taking all the works in as we strolled through. Being with Jace was incredibly easy......those beautiful, soft eyes...molten chocolate...soon we found ourselves at the end of the tour, and left the Museum. We headed to the beach, a short drive away....again chatting so easily, so relaxingly.
Finding a choice, almost remote parking spot by the boardwalk, I pulled in...retrieved our bags, and we walked up to the locker/shower rooms. Changed into more appropriate beachwear, we walked back to the car, I got our picnic basket and beach gear. Slowly we made our way to the section of beach we wanted to be on. We spread out the beach blanket, sat our basket down, and shed our shorts and shirts, down to our swimsuits...making our way to the surf. The water was warm, delightful...as it lapped our ankles...the breeze so alluring, as the salt mist sprayed us with the waves colliding surf. Giggling, we waded further out...and dove into the surf..swimming out past the breakers. The water was amazingly delicious..as we swam and enjoyed the early evening...warmed by the sun's rays. After a bit, we decided to go ashore and delve into that basket...wrapping huge, thick beach towels around ourselves, we sat down and made our way into the basket. The radio was playing music softly in the background, sitting beside us.
Finding cuban sandwiches, pickle spears, and potato salad to make our plates, we feasted, drinking white wine.....enjoying small talk. Each shared some more of our lives, our families, our work, and other easy talk.
I found Jace to be such a pleasure to spend time with, and we found so much commonalities in one another. After we ate, we leaned back...to relax, enjoy the ebb/flow of the waves, the music, and the ensuing sunset....enjoying the stillness. I reached over, taking her soft, small hand in mine....it was so warm, so gentle...as I rubbed my thumb over her knuckles...lost in the stillness, the music...the sunset...a fiery orangish/red diminishing to a dark purple with hints of pinkish blue...as it melted away into the horizon....and we sat...stilled with one another...drinking in the smattering of sprinkles of stars beginning to come out...stealing shy smiles at one another...content to just be...
I had been seeing Jace for a year before we were intimate. Prior to becoming intimate, she had shared with me a pressing concern of hers. Jace had been diagnosed with breast cancer two years prior to our first meeting. This beautiful woman cried as she told me she felt less than whole, having lost both breasts...I sat, silent, holding her close to me on the sofa...and listened to her...letting her share her fears/concerns with me. We talked at length...me reassuring her that she was definitely very much a woman...and that breasts did not a woman make....for me, I found that it is her soul..her heart...her very core and her essence of individuality.....as I wiped her tears away, holding her close...reassuring her of how beautiful and whole she is.....she looked up at me with those soft, chocolatey eyes...melting me down......to where I longed to be....inside her soul...
When we made love later on in time.....I was mesmerized by this truly remarkable, brave woman...who had fought such a long, hard fight...to live...to beat cancer..and to have life and love again.
I lay beside her....touching her soft skin...inhaling the scent of her...watching the way the moonlight bathed her...and my hands touched her chest...I kissed every inch of her there...soft, lilting kisses..lingering with each one...I held one of her hands in mine, I whispered to her...telling her just how very beautiful she is...how soft and warm her skin is...how my lips touch every part of her...my fingers trace the faint, red scars....gingerly...and I look, smile, and reassure her....this is a beautiful chest....very sensual...very sexy she is...I feel her heartbeat beneath my fingers...as I still them there...drinking in her very essence...my fingers feel her sensuality in the skin.....in each of those "scars"...and I am one with her....as I trace first one, then the other...awakening a deep, stirring in my own soul...making me feel sensations I have never experienced before...as I experience those lines....leading me to her very soul...to her heart....knowing that never have I seen anyone more beautiful...more sensual...more alive and alluring...that these very lines are almost like a direct line to her being....letting me make love to her soul and heart....I catch my breath...and I smile at her..and I tell her....just how incredibly fucking beautiful she is....til the sun comes up...and I make love to her...
YOU are...so incredibly beautiful and so sensual in so many ways....hold that in your heart for always...never doubt your worth and salt....for you....simply...are.
I am honored to know you...and you have definitely touched my soul....my heart...and I am better for knowing you...I love you , my friend! always...Clay

[pynkkameleon]

Simply beautiful. Your gentle, lovingly sensual and healing words have touched me deeply. Thank you for reminding me that there is so much beauty to be seen in each of us, whether we carry our scars on the inside or out. Sometimes it just takes a few special people to remind us to see past our own perceived imperfections.
You are an amazing and gifted person, filled with so much love and empathy. Your heart and your soul speak out in your writings. Much love my friend~

[mariamma]

Originally Posted by claybaby

This beautiful woman cried as she told me she felt less than whole, having lost both breasts...I sat, silent, holding her close to me on the sofa...and listened to her...letting her share her fears/concerns with me. We talked at length...me reassuring her that she was definitely very much a woman...and that breasts did not a woman make....for me, I found that it is her soul..her heart...her very core and her essence of individuality.....as I wiped her tears away, holding her close...reassuring her of how beautiful and whole she is.....she looked up at me with those soft, chocolatey eyes...melting me down......to where I longed to be....inside her soul...
When we made love later on in time.....I was mesmerized by this truly remarkable, brave woman...who had fought such a long, hard fight...to live...to beat cancer..and to have life and love again.
I lay beside her....touching her soft skin...inhaling the scent of her...watching the way the moonlight bathed her...and my hands touched her chest...I kissed every inch of her there...soft, lilting kisses..lingering with each one...I held one of her hands in mine, I whispered to her...telling her just how very beautiful she is...how soft and warm her skin is...how my lips touch every part of her...my fingers trace the faint, red scars....gingerly...and I look, smile, and reassure her....this is a beautiful chest....very sensual...very sexy she is...I feel her heartbeat beneath my fingers...as I still them there...drinking in her very essence...my fingers feel her sensuality in the skin.....in each of those "scars"...and I am one with her....as I trace first one, then the other...awakening a deep, stirring in my own soul...making me feel sensations I have never experienced before...as I experience those lines....leading me to her very soul...to her heart....knowing that never have I seen anyone more beautiful...more sensual...more alive and alluring...that these very lines are almost like a direct line to her being....letting me make love to her soul and heart....I catch my breath...and I smile at her..and I tell her....just how incredibly fucking beautiful she is....til the sun comes up.

Love is often healing. Thanks for sharing claybaby.

[Gypsy]

I met Edie at the local sports bar. I’m a regular there, even though I don’t get into sports too much. I’ve learned a few things, which is a small price to pay to go someplace where some of the local lesbians hang. If we don’t go to Louie’s, we would have to travel an hour and a half to get to the big city that has a few mixed bars. I was at the bar getting a beer when she walked in. She was fine looking. Nice tight jeans and a black tee on. She saw me look at her, and I turned, being embarrassed that she had caught me checking her out. I got my beer and went back to the pool tables where my friends were hanging out. I noticed that stunning woman looking at me this time. She came and watched us shoot some pool. I couldn’t get a ball in the pocket to save my life knowing she was watching me. So, I finally got my courage up and walked up to her. Looking deep in her eyes, I said, “Hi, my name is Annie.”

“I’m Edie”, she said with a bit of a smirk.

“I haven’t seen you here before, are you new here?” I asked, knowing she hasn’t been here before, because I am here every night.

“Just needing to get out of the house” she answered. “Would you like to dance?”

Like she would need to ask that twice. “Ok”, I said. She took my hand and led me to the dance floor. It was a nice and long slow dance. I could smell her aftershave on…Polo, my favorite. Soon, her hand on my back was holding me in tightly to her body.

Before that first song was done, she asked” Would you like to get out of here?” She was hot, I wasn’t going to say no. I just looked in her eyes and shook my head yes. I grabbed my jacket and followed her out the door. She took my hand and led me to a dark green truck. She lead me to the passenger side door, and before opening it, took my chin in her hand and raised it to her lips. She gently kissed my lips, and I tasted beer mixed in with her mint chap stick. She then opened the door and I got in. She shut my door and then went around and got in her door. “Let’s go next door”, she said. Next door is a hotel. I couldn’t say no. I just shook my head. She started the engine, and before I could blink, she was parked in front of the office. She got out, and in a few minutes returned with a key. Room 117. She pulled up to the door, jumped out of the truck and opened my door. I stepped out, and she took my hand again and led me into the room. The room was like any other little hotel room, a bed, a TV, a dresser, night stands, a refrigerator and a bath. She turned on the TV to a music station, that played soft music, and the glow of the TV gave us a soft lighting. It was really nice, the music, the light glowing onto her. She started kissing me, and then unbuttoning my shirt. She pulled off my shirt, and then undid my bra. I reached down and pulled her shirt out of her jeans. I lifted it to pull it over her head and then I noticed, she wore no bra. And she didn’t need to, her breasts were so full and firm. I went to lean down to lightly suck on one of her hard dark nipples, and she stopped me, raising my head so she could kiss my lips again. We were kissing a while, when her hand that was rubbing my back found it’s way to my breast. Soon, her finger was rolling my nipple around. They were getting harder with each light pinch. She then started kissing down my neck, she came to a spot that I couldn’t help myself. I let out a moan in a deep whisper. She continued kissing that spot, and my body was screaming out for more. After a few moments she pushed me back on the bed. She unfastened my jeans and pulled them down, my shoes falling off with them. She put two fingers in the side of panties and gave a firm tug. The side of them ripped. She did the same to the other side and then pulled the panties out from between my legs. I wondered if she could feel how wet they were. She then laid down, slightly on me, slightly on the bed, and she started to suck my nipples. It felt so good, my hard nipples in her mouth, her teeth lightly scrapping the firm buds as she sucked them hard into her mouth. She then reached down between my legs, and I felt her fingers touch my clit. I again let out a very loud moan. Her fingers traveled down until they reached my cunt, and she thrust three fingers deep inside of me. She then moved her body between my legs. She moved her body so her fingers inside of me couldn’t escape. She then started to thrust her hips, each time, pushing against her hand which pushed her fingers deeper inside of me. Soon, she was thrusting her pussy harder and harder onto mine. She stopped for just a moment, she pulled out her hand, and spread my pussy lips, and hers at the same time. I could feel her wetness against my hot pussy. She then moved her hips back and forth slightly. I could feel her clit on mine. She was rubbing her clit on mine, first back and forth, then she would rub our pussies in a circle. I have never felt anything so wonderful. Her wetness mixing with mine. Soon I came the explosion. My body started to convulse uncontrollably. I was screaming “Oh my God! Yes, oh YES! YES! Oh God Edie, Oh GOD! Yes! Please, yes, Yes!” and then I couldn’t stand it any more as the rush of ecstasy consumed my body. She held her pussy firm on mine. My pussy throbbing, I know she had to feel it. And then. I quickly pulled her up my body and still my body was writhing as she rapped her arms and leg around my body, I could feel the warm moisture from between her legs. My orgasm was never going to end. My clit was throbbing from the attention it had just received. I kept twitching, and with my legs held tight together by her leg over them, my hips were still thrusting uncontrollably. I could feel her kissing my forehead as my body slowed down its movements. Soon, I lay weakly in her arms. Our bodies hot from all the lust. Soon, my lips found their way to her lips. The kissing soon became passionate as I licked my way down her neck. Her back arched underneath her as she whispered “Yes!” I couldn’t wait any longer, I reached down between her legs and felt the hot pussy juice that had seeped out of her hot cunt. I pushed three fingers in her, as she did me, and she whispered in a louder voice, “Oh god yes baby. More, I want more in me”. So, I pushed in another finger, and her cunt more than accommodated my fingers. “Oh, God…more…I want more in me.” She again whispered. So, I then pushed my fingers and thumb into her, “Yes…that’s it baby” she said softly. I started to push my hand into her, inching my way in deeper with each push. She groaned with lust deep in her throat. I then started licking her nipples. Her hand reached down and stopped me. “No”, she shook her head. So, I then scooted down until I was between her legs and I could smell her sweet musky odor. I lowered my face to her hot bald pussy. I stuck my tongue between her wanton lips. I started to suck her clit as I pushed my hand deep into her wet hole. She started to rock her body with each thrust I pushed into her. My mouth, hungrily sucking her clit into my mouth. I could feel her muscles in her cunt tighten around my hand and then she let out a loud “YEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS!” She reached down and pulled my body up next to hers. She was sweating, and her warm body felt so good wrapped in my arms.

After a while she started to caress my body, first my arms, then my back, She then found her way to my nipples, they were so tender, she pinched one, and it hurt and I let out a soft “ouch! No Edie, not now…they are too sensitive”. She then started to kiss my neck again. It felt so good, it almost gave me an orgasm right then and there. She then kissed her way down to my nipples, lightly kissed each one, and continued down my belly. She lightly touched my clit, which was also sensitive. She rubbed it softly, and then her fingers went right back to my aching hole. Her face was soon between my legs. I could see her look up at me, then she then lowered her face so I couldn’t see it anymore. But I felt it. Her long tongue licked between my lips and onto my clit as I spread my legs as far as they would go. My clit already so hard from her fingers rubbing it. Soon her tongue moved faster over my clit, and her fingers, wet with my juices easily pushing in and out. Soon ,she added another finger. Four fingers, I had never felt this before, no one has ever put four into me because it hurt so much. But with Edie, if felt oh so good. She continued to pump her fingers inside of me, and her mouth had my clit deep inside of it. She was sucking so hard, and it felt so great. Nothing has ever felt this good on my body before. I could feel her teeth lightly scrapping my clit as her fingers pumped and pulled deeper and faster into my dripping cunt.

All of a sudden, I heard this loud bang. The door flew open, and there stood a woman with a pistol in her hand aiming it at the both of us. Edie, sat up and you could see the surprise on her face. “What the fuck are you doing?” The woman yelled. She had tears falling down her cheeks.

“What does it look like? Just the same thing you did to me!” Edie yelled back as she crawled up beside me. I pulled the sheet up over my exposed body.

“Why the hell are you doing this to me…to us?” the stranger yelled.

“Vickie,” Edie said softly. “Put the gun down, you know you don’t want to use it. Let’s go home and talk this out”. I pulled my self up higher against the head board, pulling the sheet up tight around my body.

“NO!” This woman shrieked loudly. “You had your chance the last time”.

“Vickie, listen to me. I love you, I really do baby. I’m sorry. She doesn’t mean a thing to me. Your all that matters” Edie said as she stood on her knees, reaching out to this woman.

“No, I can’t do this. I can’t do this anymore Edie. You are my whole life. You are everything to me. Why? I loved you so. I still love you so.” The woman pleaded, with tears running down her face. She then raised the gun so it pointed right at Edie’s head. I saw a flash, and heard a loud bang. Edie slumped over, her head turned, you could see where the bullet when through her skull, through her forehead, and out the back. Blood and brain matter every where, including all over me.

I looked at this woman who was now pointing the gun at me and I screamed “Please don’t. You don’t even know me”, my body shaking.

“You slut, you took Edie away from me” She said. I then saw a flash, and I heard another loud bang…

[Demure]

Isn't it about time to write again Clay

[clay]

Originally Posted by Fatale View Post
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What fascinates me about this topic is that, physiologically, we are the same. We've got the same stuff. Psychologically and physically, however, our experiences are virtual polar opposites. I'm enjoying trying to wrap my head around how our attractions, inclinations, core essences form and impact our physical sexual responses. If you're willing and comfortable doing so, I would love to hear from you.
Are you experiences similar to mine? Vastly different?
What do you think makes us feel the way we do?
Is it truly a butch/femme thing?
Allowing for the fact that within that dynamic we are, of course, individuals whose lives are shaped and informed by everything we do.


Our experiences are the same, as far as the end results. For myself, I, too, have orgasms.
Our makeup, genetically speaking, gives us those erogenous zones & receptors...in our bodies. Our vessels that engorge to make us feel pleasure aren't necessarily gender specific.....in that we all have these vessels...We are also with neurotransmitters that determine our responses as well. Throw in our emotions, our level of hormones, and ambiance...can affect our responses....as well as a host of other things.
In a BF relationship, for MYSELF, it is all about that person and myself and our collective energies, synergies. I just so happen to be a butch and I like females who are feminine....so in that respect, it is indeed a BF dynamic.
When I am making love with my femme, it is about our collective chemistry...and how our bodies may react/repsond with one another. It can be kissing, penetration, and/or oral....but what is my passion is that I view myself/us much like the water in Abyss. I am fluid, I am all encompassing, and we are one within the other...it is like we are connected/interconnected and each is giving the other the ultimate in pleasures. Of course we both are wet, we both get hard/swollen, and orgasms are unison at times.
I am so interconnected I don't see the lovemaking as having a cock and penetrating..we are making love to one another in uniform totality, we are fucking as one...not knowing or caring where one begins and the other ends.....how/what we are feeling and the ultimate orgasmic release is of the importance. We are making love to one another's mind, heart, and most importantly soul...to be that deeply connected and responding is what it is about for me....that my friend, goes much deeper than "just penetration"......we are enmeshed soul to soul...mind to mind..heart to heart...and THAT is my orgasm! We delved deeply....we came...we felt...we are one....I am totally aroused in all places...mind...body...soul...heart...two beautiful souls who came as one!
As I said this is just my personal feelings/thoughts...thanks for reading!
I love to challenge myself to step out of th ebox and explore, being open and receptive...not "labelling" or losing sight of the fact we are two unique individuals...who give to one another