Euphoria

The Middle

The Upstairs is like a maze. Christmas by Candlelight. There was some love making going on and it sounds like she wants to give. Awe she wants to give it. Not like a King is going to stop an advancement of a woman turning into Thriller. He is Thrillerween and all in between. The Middle is a place were their is a little man in the boat that wants to float and damn near sink. He will drown and scream for help but not often is the screams for help heard. Sometimes the boat is taking a beating by the thrust of the winds and the beating from the one who is at the helm and holding the locks that keep the body steady. He could blame it on the alcohol and if he needs an excuse that is the one he can use. Yet the two are not making any excuses for what they are doing. They are enjoying themselves. He was very taking back by her beauty and she is breathtaking. The party was going on downstairs and he got the hots for her and she got the hots for him and they side eyed each other and the wait for some body heat was going to be any longer. He had to take her. He had to see what it felt like to enter and hear her moans. She did moan and he did want to hear more of it. Why it is his Red Ball Room that is holding a Merry Christmas Eve that turned into a early slip up the winding staircase to find a cozy spot. Once there, he had an eye for The Middle. He picked her and carried her to a bed that seem to appear out of nowhere. As if she would become a gift wrap to unwrap. Whatever the case. He was not needing any self-help manual to get the job done. She loves a man with a slow hand and a warm thumb to thump that Grandiose spot. That is where it got too good. Was she a mad woman. With all her erks and jerks. He was not the least bit concern. He too had stirred up some tingling that turned to yearning that turned to get it while it is hot off the tracks. Something he is known for and he went for it. They got McNasty more and more and more. They both were hungry to be attentive to every inch. Not wanting to come back not more than twice, but it was and twice as good. There is no need for great detail. He is taking care of business. If any has ever had the urged to want to be carried to a King's King's size bed and had room to run but his broad shoulders and huge hands slid your rump roast right back because it is dinnertime and The King must feast. Feast he shall have and not ever be denied. The moans snuffed out with his luscious se*x appeal. He is having his way with her and she is not to refuse him whatever he ask. Yet, it be what turns her on as well. He has eyes in the back of his head and the draws that she is so experienced or so it seems. The turn on appears to make her want to be sure to try any and everything possible. She will not be out done. It is Carols by  Candlelight. It is Feliz Navidad and Festivus a sprig of Thistletoe . Sending love and light. There is more. He wants to hold her around her waist so tenderly. She throws it back and he see how her anatomy is in full throttle. That got to the break of dawn on till the morning light. He has so much in common for when he writes his sultry lyrics he too grasps the melody as he reaches for them in thin air. There is were the music is stored There is where the love is. He is on bone brick with those huge veins making her think. Is he turning by chance...into Moonrock Head . While the lower head has and oh what a feeling. The Middle was worth waiting for...

In case there was so dialogue between the two, but since it is Christmas Day December 25th and someone is re-writing my stories and posting them on their podcast, this was not the original version of ...

The Middle...

Here is a recap of what my podcast will have...

It was the night before Christmas and she was in  his house and he want to make love but she was afraid of his mouse and she ran from his anaconda that got out and pranced and he captured her and taught her a seductive simple dance, he saw the look in her eye and he got lucky by chance and with a lure of sweet kisses they started a torrid romance. Behind one of the doors upstairs were he loves to play truth or dare and one door led to a tortured soul already dead. Why waste time on a thot he had already had.  In another beautiful room with plenty of holiday clues...she is relieved it is her body he rules. 

"I want you woman"

"You can have all of me if you so desire"

"I shall make you moan all night"

"Why we still talking?"

*It was OK to have dialogue while they were hooked like Siamese twins. He feels  pass her Grandiose and like a Chimney he crawls...imagine what the real middle looks like *