The Comforter

There are not enough hours in the day to deal with all of the things I need to and still be there for other people. So, its simple, I push aside what I need to make sure I am there for everyone else. This isn't a complaint, don't misunderstand it as such. I'm fully aware this could be seen as a fault even. I give to much, love to hard, and feel everything deeper than I should. I take in the pain and frustrations of those I care for, I soak them in for them and try my best to ease their burden. Sometimes that isn't easy, honestly, but when I lay to sleep at night I know its worth it to give all that I am and all that I have to other people. A part of me deep inside hopes they realize that. I hope they see that they are cared for, loved, and that if I could wipe away every trace of sorrow or pain I would. I'm not perfect, its to hard to try to be, but if my loved ones could see just for one moment how much I care and what I am willing to do for them, it would give me the strength to happily wake up in the morning and do it all over again.

Who comforts the comforter
When all is said and done
What shoulder does she lean on
When her life comes undone

Whose ear is ever ready
To listen to her plight
Who takes away her torture
As she screams into the night

What voice is there to whisper
Help her avoid life’s disarray
Who knows when she has troubles
No matter what she might say

What soul holds hers as she cries
Though no one believes she does
Who feels the stabs of sorrow
The burden from those she loves

Drained from the worlds troubles
As she’s made them all her own
Who comforts the comforter
From the pain only she knows

In the works, a teaser.

It's been a while since I actually sat and wrote something, the following is a snippet from a story I am working on. Just a small teaser, the story in more detail will be posted soon. For now, whats to come...

She captured his gasp of surprise with her warm lips, her hands running along his to push aside the items he walked in with, letting them fall to the floor. He hungrily wrapped his arms around her and pressed her body against his, feeling her warmth through his clothing as she squirmed in his embrace. Her tongue teased past his lips to mingle with his as her fingers began to fumble with his clothing, breaking the kiss only long enough for material to be pushed away. Catching his lips again, her passion and need began to seer through him, her soft whimpers and smooth caresses down across his chest drove him to complete distraction. He groaned into her mouth again as he felt her fingers find the waist of his pants, suddenly aware of how painfully tight they had become almost the instant he had seen her, completely naked, and waiting for him.

Hooking her fingers into his pants she began to tug at them, taking steps backwards as she lead him over to their chambers. Pausing only long enough to let him kick his foot back and close the door, she broke away from the kiss finally to stare up at him. Biting her lower lip as she watched his face, she dipped her fingers past his now open pants and traced the tip of her fingers up along the length of his cock. Stopping with her fingers just under the head, she brushed her thumb across the tip, gently applying pressure and smiling as he groaned in reaction. Stretching back up on her toes she tucked her face against his neck, alternating between soft kisses and nibbles, then dragging her tongue along his skin as she pulled him over towards their bed. Pausing in the archway, the curtains pulled back to the dark space that enclosed their bed, she ran her hands to his hips so that she could push the last material that kept him from her downward to the floor.

Her long hair cascaded down across his body as she began a teasingly slow trail of her tongue down across his chest to his stomach, her eyes locked with his as she lowered herself to her knees in front of him. He seized a handful of her long hair in his hand and fisted his fingers in the tendrils, yanking her head back so that he could gaze down into her face. Marveling at the intense passion clouding her eyes, her full lips parted and only inches away from the prize she sought, he held her still a moment. Savoring the intense build up, the room seemed to pulse with the throbbing of his cock as it strained for her touch, for her lips.

He groaned loudly as he felt her fingers wrap around the length of his cock and squeeze, he watched her pulling at his grasp, her lips parted and circling around the head of his cock the moment he loosened his hold. A rustling in the dark room made his eyes lift away from her and his eyebrows lift in surprise as he saw a figure within. He looked to see a woman stretched out on their bed, just a dark shadow in the room, she was propped up on her elbow watching them. His eyes snapped quickly back down to watch as her full warm lips slid down the length of his cock, causing him to jerk against her, pulling her closer with the hand still fisted in her hair. He stared at her, amazed, as she pulled back and sucked on just the head of his cock a moment before pulling her lips away and tracing her tongue around the edge. A soft smile gracing her lips as she looked over her shoulder at the woman laying there, and then back up to meet his eyes. Her breath was warm , brushing past his cock as she whispered ‘Welcome home love’ and took it deep past her lips again.

The Stranger, Part Eight (final)

Greg gritted his teeth and prayed for patience as he held himself deeply enfolded inside her. Consumed by his need he tried to clear his mind. Never before had a woman sent his senses soaring as this one did. He slowly pulled himself back and just as slowly stretched her with his thick shaft. His hands still gripped tightly to her hips, willing her not to move else all his resolve snap. It was as if her body was created specifically for his and every movement she made sent shock waves through him.

Her soft surrendering moan filled the room as he began to build up a slow rhythm. Tightening her grip on his shoulders, she lifted herself to him meeting every thrust hungrily. Her passion began to once again feed his own, their pace quickened together, as if it had been perfectly choreographed. She ran her hands firmly down along his back to grip at his rear where her fingers dug into his warm flesh, pulling him even closer as his thrusts became more urgent with his need.

Releasing her hips so she may move with his body, every thrust drove deep with purpose. He felt her body quiver in his grasp as he ran one hand up along her side to cup a full breast, his thumb grazing across her hard nipple. Pinching it, he rolled it between his fingers as he began to thrust a bit harder, listening for her response. When her deep groan vibrated through him he followed the first deep hard thrust with another, grinding hard against her.

The room seemed to disappear from around her as his thick shaft pushed even deeper with these hard thrusts. It was as if had become a man possessed, taking her without any hesitation and sending her closer to her ecstasy. She began to squeeze herself around his cock each time he was deeply embedded, massaging him quickly with every thrust. Arching her back into his hand she lost all sense of time, feeling he had been taking her forever.

Sliding his hands back beneath her rear he helped to lift her against each of his maddening thrusts. Her body arched against him, her skin pressing so willingly and open to him. Her movements and begging moans drove him, intensifying his yearning for release. Pressing his face into her neck again he let out a loud groan and finally allowed himself to let go of his control. Thrusting harder yet again, with a power even he didn't know he had, until he was filling her completely, his body on fire as he felt his release take over.

Loudly crying out she felt her body jerk against his, meeting him on every wave of pleasure as he held himself tightly inside her. She felt him throb within, his passion filling her as her folds milked him in her release. Sliding her lips along his shoulder she bit down, muffling her moans against his searing skin. As her body began to calm she felt herself start to tremble in his arms.

He knew he was probably crushing her but couldn’t find the strength to move. Never had he felt a woman surrender so utterly free as she had. For that moment he didn’t care if he ever moved again until he felt her begin to shiver under him. Finally lifting himself up onto his arms he stared down at her, her eyes closed as she tried to catch her breath. He moved his hands to brush her hair away from her face as he stared at her. Leaning forward he kissed her, softly, yet deeply, letting himself mingle his tongue with hers as her body relaxed under him.

As his lips left hers she dared to open her eyes and almost regretted it the moment she did it. His intense gaze made her long for him all over again. She felt as if somewhere back there she had lost her mind, never before feeling such yearning for a man before. She kept her eyes locked with his until he moved, pulling her with him up onto the bed. He didn’t lay back though, he moved her close and covered most of her body with his again.

Unwilling to separate even a moment from her warmth, he kept her as close as he could and felt her body relax in response. If she kept wiggling the way she was he wouldn’t be able to gather his wits about him again before wanting to make love to her for a second time. He knew it was inevitable and didn’t even attempt to deny it as it loomed ahead of them.

Closing her eyes she pressed herself tightly against him, one hand pressed between them against his chest, the other tracing a lazy pattern along his hip. A bed had never been as comfortable as this one suddenly was, their bodies entangled as they were against its softness. As his hand moved to grab her wandering fingers she looked up at him with surprise.

‘If you are going to insist on driving me mad with your touch, the least you could do is let me catch my breath’ his voice was gruff as he spoke, probably more than he intended by the look in her eyes. He dipped his head and bit her neck gently before moving his lips to her ear ‘Be still or I won’t wait before taking you again.’

The lust shown through in his voice caused her to noticeably shiver. A soft smile crossed her lips as she removed her hand from his grasp and started her lazy pattern again, this time circling closer to his thighs as she whispered back to him ‘Who asked you to wait?’

The Stranger, Part Seven

Lifting his eyes for a moment he watched her face as his fingers continued to tease her folds. He knew she was close but her sweet moans and soft whimpers were causing him to ache with his need. He stood over her and removed his boxers, his hard cock already hungrily seeking her heat.

She opened her eyes just as he knelt between her legs again, her eyes taking in the full length of his cock and widening in surprise. Sitting up a bit she reached out a hand to trail her fingers down his chest and then one measured out the length of his arousal. Her thumb brushed against the head and then a finger ran where a drop of pre-cum already awaited her. Bringing her finger to her lips, her tongue quickly darted out to taste the sweetness of that sole drop as she returned her gaze to his.

He inwardly groaned when she touched him, but watching her tongue clean off his juices from her finger was more than he could take. He placed his hands on either sides of her hips and kissed her firmly, his tongue quickly darting past her lips to mingle with hers, capturing her whimper of surprise. Running his hands up along her sides he cupped her breasts and continued the kiss as the tip of his cock pressed against her slick folds. He felt her instantly pull her knees up and tilt herself up against him and had to break away from the kiss to remain in control. Running his hands under her lifted hips, his fingers dug into her smooth rear and held her still, pressing just the head of his cock inside her.

She felt him freeze and opened her eyes as she wrapped her legs around his hips. Digging the heels of her feet into his rear she lifted up again, begging him silently to take her. His eyes seemed to pierce right through her as he held her still, his hold almost painful against her desire to feel him completely. She felt him move closer as her breasts pressed firmly against his hard chest and moved her hands to dig into his arms. Looking into his eyes she moaned softly as she began to beg “Please, Greg”

Her voice hit his ears and broke his resolve to hold back longer. With one fluid thrust he was completely embedded in her tight folds. He groaned loudly and his head dropped against her shoulder, inhaling her sweet sent as he once again tried to remain still. He felt her tighten her muscles around him and groaned again, each movement brought him closer to losing any control he had left and he wanted to fully please her before letting go.

She couldn’t understand why he seemed to be in pain. His groan and insistence on her remaining still was driving her crazy, but his grip was so strong she could hardly move at all. She moved to run her fingernails up across his back while softly kissing his neck, his warm breath on her skin making her long for his movement even more. Running her hands up into his hair she dug her fingers into it and let herself for one moment to get lost in his body, in his passion, in his very soul.

The Stranger, Part Six

Her hands shook as she ran them back over his hips. Slipping her fingertips under the material of his boxers, she traced toward his stomach. Once there her path moved upward, lightly pressing against his chest until she reached his neck. His fist still tight in her hair, she wiggled her hips against his and tried to find her voice. “Greg?”

He leaned forward to kiss her softly again, then pulled back “yes?”

“This isn’t what I planned when I said I would repay you.” She whimpered as he began to nibble on her lower lip. “I intended to just make sure you had a warm place to sleep.”

His breath was hot against her neck, “Thank you, I am sure I will be very warm,” his tongue traced a path down her jaw to softly kiss then nibble in turn on her neck. “I don’t think we will be sleeping much, sweetheart.” He swept his hands around her waist and pulled her hard against him, letting her feel just how much she was getting to him. When he heard her gasp he smiled against her neck and slid his hands up under the thin camisole to caress her breasts. Rolling her pert nipples between his fingers, he suddenly wanted the material out of his way immediately. Taking his hands out from under it, he ran them up along her sides until he had lifted her arms above her head. Slowly sliding his hands back down, he took the material quickly over her head, exposing her bare skin for him to admire. Tossing the flimsy garment aside his lips slid along her collar bone, sending shivers down her spine.

His touch was amazing, burning hot desire raced through her veins as she scratched her fingernails along his back. His arms scooped around her back as he leaned down to take a begging nipple into his mouth. It was her undoing, her knees buckled and if not for his arms around her, she would have fallen to the floor. He pulled back to look at her for a moment. “Please Greg, I can’t…”

He silenced her with a kiss and turned to let her sit on the edge of the bed. “You can’t what sweetheart?” He pushed her long hair out of her face and then trailed his hand down her neck, between her full breasts, before cupping one and gently teasing her nipple. He dipped down and placed a trail of hot kisses from her navel to the other nipple and quickly sucked it between his lips, flicking it hungrily with his tongue. He stopped, looked into her eyes and got a breath away from kissing her again before he paused “Tell me now, do you want me to stop?”

He should stop, she was sure, but it was hard to answer while his other hand was still massaging her breast. The sensations were amazing, fire shot through her body from her breast, down to her thighs and back again. She felt her juices begin to flow hot and she could feel herself moisten. His eyes were piercing as he waited for her answer; she had to concentrate just to remember the question. “No” was all she could get out in reply. He leaned her back until her head hit the bed and then let her entire body relax as he bent over her.

It was all the urging he needed. His hands landed on her hips quickly, lifting her up and sweeping the silky pants off over her legs in one fluid motion. He stood above her and let his eyes travel over her exposed flesh. She laid there, breathing heavily with her eyes tightly closed and her hands clenched at her side. As he reached down and lifted her higher on the bed, he whispered in her ear, “Baby please, just relax“ as her eyes flew open he locked them in his gaze. Once again brushing the hair away from her face, he leaned in and kissed her deeply, strongly, hungrily. He felt like he was starving, aching to devour every inch of her body, and he couldn’t stop until he had tasted every inch of her.

He began a new trail of passion, alternating between using his tongue, lips and teeth, down across her body. He took turns teasing and taunting each nipple with his hands and mouth. She squirmed beneath him and moaned in pure pleasure. Down he went across her stomach, closer to the heat he searched for. He slipped a hand between her thighs and felt her moist and incredibly hot skin. She willingly lifted one leg to give him better access and reached out with one hand to run it softly over his face. He smiled at her and then began kissing her hip, moving across her stomach and down to her thigh. Placing his hands on her legs, he spread them further apart and kissed across her mounds.

She whimpered and dug her hands into the comforter beneath her. His hot breath shot across her legs as he slowly ran his tongue towards her pussy. She found it hard to stay in control as his figures slowly entered her. Feeling him press deeper inside her folds, she lifted her hips to take him deeper. As his thumb hit her clit she just about flew off the bed. He moved his hands around until he had looped his arms around her thighs. Keeping her as still as possible, he grinned at her from between her legs right before running his tongue along the length of her heat.

Electric fire cursed through her body as she felt him devour every bit of her. Each movement of his tongue, and suckling of his lips on her clit, drove her wild. Taking one hand from her thigh, he reached around and slowly inserted a finger into her pussy while still sucking on her clit. He felt her folds tighten around his finger as he added another one inside her. Slowly, he withdrew his fingers to thrust them back inside of her, the beginnings of a sweet torturous rhythm that quickly drove her wild. Her warm juices covering his hand and lips as she lifted her hips up, begging for more. She whimpered with need as he began to slow the movement of his fingers until pulling them out of her completely and sliding his lips to once again kiss her thighs.

The Stranger, Part Five

The look in his eyes stunned her. His face had changed, from scowling or teasing to something she couldn’t quite find a name for. It scared her and thrilled her all at the same time. She felt her stomach flip and just as he was about to reach for her again she startled, “I hope you don’t mind, I would prefer to sleep on the right, its closer to the heater and I am terribly cold. I … I can’t seem to stop shivering and.. and its the oddest thing because I… I never shiver.” Her voice betrayed her and shook, just as she was. She began to turn away from him when his hands reached out and caught her. His warm hands were settled on her smooth arms and slowly slid up over her shoulders to her neck. He stopped and ran one hand down her back; the other lifted her face towards his once again. The hand on her back slowly brought her closer until she could feel her breasts press lightly against his chest. She could feel the heat of his skin through the thin material and knew that her reaction was very telling of the deep longing that she was starting to feel. This time, she couldn’t take her eyes off of his. His thumb ran across her lips as his hand continued to cup the side of her face.

Her skin felt incredible. The thin wisp of an outfit she was wearing was unable to keep her heat from him. His thumb ran over her lips once again and when she closed her eyes and leaned her face into his hand, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He leaned down and gently kissed her soft lips. He had never felt lips as soft and velvety as hers. He wrapped both arms around her and pulled her tightly against him, his tongue teasing her lips, begging them to open for him. Her hands, which had fallen to his hips, moved to his smooth back and squeezed his flesh. He felt her lips part slightly and it was all the invitation he needed. His tongue dipped quickly past her lips to taste her passion. He felt and heard her soft moan escape past his own lips as he deepened the kiss. Over and over his tongue would dart into her mouth, tasting, teasing her, only to retreat again, inviting her to be as bold. Caressing her tongue with his and then urging it on until she submitted to his passion and returned the depth of his kiss.

Tasting his passionate kisses made her knees weak, she was forced to lean into his strong hold. She couldn’t help but whimper, begging to taste him again as he teased her with his tongue. Never before had a simple kiss made her head spin, her senses go wild, and her body ache for more. She felt one of his hands slide into her hair where it fisted, he pulled her face back ending the kiss. She couldn’t open her eyes, couldn’t catch her breath, and couldn’t believe how disappointed she was that the kiss was over. Her lips, passion swollen and red were still slightly parted as she let out a another soft sigh.

He had never seen a woman quite as beautiful as she was. Her full lips were just begging for him to kiss her again. Her pale skin had a flush of red, proving her state of excitement and he could feel her very hard nipples pressed against him still. The hand he left on her back moved lower until he pressed her hips against his. Through the material that separated them, he could feel the heat and moisture of her arousal. He shifted until he was pressing his awakening cock against the source of her heat and moaned in frustration. He didn’t want to wait, he wanted to enter her already, but he was determined to make this last as long as possible. He wanted to please her long before letting himself completely enjoy his release. When she opened her eyes and looked at him he knew, it wasn’t going to be easy staying in control.

Being an Empath

Most people wont understand this in the least, and wont even believe it, but its the way it is. I long ago realized I am an Empath (what that is is explained below) and have forever had issues with it. In a nutshell, for me, I sense other peoples feelings and take them in as my own. I do so without being aware that they are NOT my feelings. I take them in and react to situations I am in with the emotions and upset that don't belong to me, or the situation and the people involved. I do so regrettably, and often have a mess to clean up after. A lot of times, I will wake up with a sense of stress, anxiety or dread that doesn't belong to me at all. Most of the time, in that, I never find out exactly who in my life was dealing with any of those emotions, but it takes me a long time to get past them and back to my own emotions and such.

What does that do to me? It can leave me difficult, contradictive and an all around pain in the ass to deal with, and unintentionally. In these instances, what do I do? I withdrawal. I pull away. I remove myself from people and situations to make sure that I do not act out in a way that would cause pain to others. I over asses and think things through before putting out any response or reaction. In friendships, I pull away at times when I feel I am not meeting the needs of others, even though it is the last thing I want to do. If they essentially allow me to pull away, then I feel I was right in my assessment of the relationship and work very hard to let it all go. I hate to, and will not become, a burden to others because of being an empath and if that means I have to let go of people I love, then so be it.

Its not easy, dealing with these things, and for those that become affected by it before I apologize. Those that can accept me, my emotions, and the emotions that others inflict upon me unwillingly, you are far braver than I ever could have imagined. I don't hand out my friendship often, or easily, and even remain alone to keep from being a problem...but on those rare occasions I don't, it takes big people to handle lil ole empathetic me.

An article that explains empathy. Just thought I would share.

What is Empathy?

Empathy is the ability to read and understand people and be in-tune with or resonate with others, voluntarily or involuntarily of one's empath capacity.

Empaths have the ability to scan another's psyche for thoughts and feelings or for past, present, and future life occurrences. Many empaths are unaware of how this actually works, and have long accepted that they were sensitive to others.

Empaths Sense Deep Emotions

Empathy is a feeling of another's true emotions to a point where an empath can relate to that person by sensing true feelings that run deeper than those portrayed on the surface. People commonly put on a show of expression. This is a learned trait of hiding authentic expression in an increasingly demanding society.

An empath can sense the truth behind the cover and will act compassionately to help that person express him/herself, thus making them feel at ease and not so desperately alone.

Empaths experience empathy towards family, children, friends, close associates, complete strangers, pets, plants and inanimate objects (Uh, for me, not so much on some of that)

Empathy is not held by time or space. Thus, an empath can feel the emotions of people and things at a distance. Some are empathic towards animals (ie: The Horse Whisperer), to nature, to the planetary system, to mechanical devices or to buildings etc. Others will have a combination of the above. (Again, not sensative to things like plants or animals, people.. its always people)

Empaths Have Deep Sense of Knowing

Empaths are highly sensitive. This is the term commonly used in describing one's abilities (sensitivity) to another's emotions and feelings. Empaths have a deep sense of knowing that accompanies empathy and are often compassionate, considerate, and understanding of others.

There are also varying levels of strength in empaths which may be related to the individualís awareness of self, understanding of the powers of empathy, and/or the acceptance or non-acceptance of empathy by those associated with them, including family and peers. Generally, those who are empathic grow up with these tendencies and do not learn about them until later in life.

How Empathy Works

While there is much we don't yet understand about how empathy works, we do have some information. Everything has an energetic vibration or frequency and an empath is able to sense these vibrations and recognize even the subtlest changes undetectable to the naked eye or the five senses.

Words of expression hold an energetic pattern that originates from the speaker. They have a specific meaning particular to the speaker. Behind that expression is a power or force-field, better known as energy. For example, hate often brings about an intense feeling that immediately accompanies the word. The word hate becomes strengthened with the speaker's feeling. It is that person's feelings (energy) that are picked up by empaths, whether the words are spoken, thought or just felt without verbal or bodily expression.