To my readers!

This piece addresses the unique momentum of Fuck that can be discovered in that magical moment, that flashing instant of time, just before you are touched by your lover. It's there for all of us, yet we rush by it in the fast-lane to routine. Consider what would happen if that touch, that kiss, that first contact were delayed a moment past what ordinarily happens. Do you have the patience to go beyond ordinary? Not many do; however, those that unlock the secret discover lovemaking will be forever changed when they learn Fuck is something you become, not just something you do.

This exemplifies the sex that burns in every head and heart when actual proximity demands clutching and grabbing for those aspects of sex that come naturally. It has tantric qualities to it, and it demands a high degree of patience and discipline. In some sense, it may redefine agony for you, no matter how sweet it may ultimately become. Learn of the energy that can build between two naked bodies in that moment when you both decide ordinary is no longer sufficient.

"Closer" is written to be read slowly. Each line should roll silently from your lips even as your eyes beg for faster consumption. That, my friends, is where discipline is either embraced or it falls away. Search for this place. Choose to pass by the routine of normalcy and discover the all-consuming domain of Fuck with someone you love. Choose to become "Closer".

Best regards,

G. Gregory

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Come and stand close to me.

Stand close and look down at the narrow void that separates the amazing power, the sizzling energy we both feel raging just beneath the surface.  

Now, look into my eyes. Look deeply.  

Look behind the gray-green and into the black pools of lust that invite you inside.  

Can you feel me?  

Can you feel my hands sliding – slipping – exploring tho' I touch you not?

I know you do because your breath keeps tripping over anticipation wedged sideways in your throat.  

Come closer, baby, come closer, but touch me not.

* * *

Look at my mouth, as I look at yours.

My God, your tender lips are pure sex.

Sssh. Say nothing.

Speak your sex in silence, and lick those lips for me.

Sweet mercy, little girl!

It matters not whether my lips seek solace upon yours, or if it is only the length of my cock that responds to the hunger you so openly confess.

Your mouth is my true heaven.

Lean your head to the side to kiss me, but kiss me not. Watch my lips part, eager to accept your tongue.

Mix your breath with mine. Feel the chemistry of desire reflect heat from a reactive lust.

Feel the burn so close you can touch it with your soul.

Come closer. Closer still, but touch me not.

* * *

I love it when you ache for me.

It’s only fair, my love, for every hour of every day I find myself forced to endure the sweet agony of wanting you.

Stand here in front of me. Want for me.

Good girl!

Want for the gentle touch of the only hands you crave upon your body.

Want for the soft lips that drive you to reach for the nothingness of ecstasy.

Want for the mouth that softly kisses the center of all that is woman about you.

Want for me.

Embrace the ache.

Stand there until your lust drives a quiver through you.

Let me see it.

Let me see you quiver with want for me.

Stand closer.

Come closer, but touch me not.

* * *

Read the words that roll silently from my lips.

Hear every utterance, though I say nothing at all.

Yes, that’s right. I want too.

Our sex is like a journey to infinity - then back.

There is no measure fit to define the expanse of our love, nor the magnitude of our lust.

Slow down.

Stand closer and show me how small infinity really can be.

Draw a deep breath, my love.

Let me see those sweet breasts rise up and reach for me.

Very nice.

Watch the tip of my tongue toy with my upper lip. Watch it move so delicately and think of how badly your nipples demand that same level of attention.

Yes, that’s right.

Close your eyes so you can see me licking them.

Close your eyes so you can feel the flat of my tongue slipping and sliding to a nipple’s delight.

Come closer, but touch me not.

* * *

What’s that?

Do I detect a quiver?

Was that a lustful shiver, a silent begging to be taken?

Are you being consumed as you stand here before me?

Is Fuck threatening to devour what’s left of your patience?

Is It licking 'round the edges of your soul?

Can you finally admit that is the nature of wantonness pulsing in your veins?

Your confession may be the beginning of such things, but wait.

Why settle for ordinary when a little more discipline will redefine extraordinary?

How much higher can we climb before we plunge into the mist?

Not yet, my love. Not yet.

I fear you’re not ready.

I see no evidence the swelling ache between those pretty thighs is ripe enough for me to free your agony.

I see no evidence of those pretty fingers vibrating with the frustration of a very real purpose.

Come closer.

Come closer, lover, but touch me not.

* * *

Self-control is not destined for either of us – yet we struggle to achieve it.

We strive for it against urgent pleadings of insatiable desire for completion.

Gravity is normal, pulling us toward it, pulling us away from discovery.

Wait for It.

Fuck will fall upon us, and there will be no rules – no limits.

I want your body riding mine, thrashing, heaving, reaching blindly, losing yourself in that sweet delirium of the highest place we yearn to know.

Look into my eyes and whisper to me.

Tell me what you see.

Tell me what you want.

Tell me the words you would scream out if a mere scream would grant your wish to have my cock inside of you.

Tell me.

Whisper it into my mouth.

Confess to me how much you love my cock.

Tell me.

Whisper it.

Come closer.

Yes, closer, but touch me not.

* * *

Feel the heat of my breath.

The heat that matters most is waiting.

Waiting.

It wants you.

Speak of your want.

Whisper it.

Whisper to me that you want my mouth on you.

Tell me you want my beautiful, thick cock inside of you.

Tell me how you long to be stretched and filled to your limits.

Tell me of the obscene rush that screams “Naughty girl!” when you spread your legs for me.

Whisper it, lover.

Say it all soft and pretty like.

Tell me how it feels when you submit and give it all to me.

Come closer and tell me, but touch me not.

* * *

Hmmm, it’s time now.

It’s time to take the journey with me, my love.

Ride the winds of the passion-storm only you can create in me.

Soar on the heated updrafts of lust like my beautiful hawk.

Use me, lover.

Take.

Take me to the platform from which we will jump beyond ourselves.

Take the essence of me with you.

Take us both to the alter of Fuck to worship what we become as one.

Know that I love you more than there are stars in heaven.

Know that I am, because you are mine.

Come closer.

You’re ready now.

Touch me with your lips.

Touch me with your sex.

Come closer and touch me now.

Sweet fuck, that's so good...