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Opening poem from the new book “Words of Want” by Stephen Scialli

Friday, October 12th, 2012

Alas, I would whisper
The words of want
into your heart
Stir the passionate fire
Make mine into your desire

Yumminess may abound
Smiles inside and out
Mood swing are found
Trying your sexiest pout
Intrigue just one
Two to be fun
Hearts racing for more
Open another of loves door
Take a healthy chance
Dive into deep water
In the lake of romance
Taught our part
W/what may ensue
Open loving heart
To feel it so true

Whisper the words

of want

into your soul

to dream the joy
of soul embrace

to hold the love
onto each other

sweet smile to last forever

no longer a chase

duly in our heart

whole in our soul

whole in our part

 

stephen scialli  © 2012

Saturday, November 15th, 2008

leaves fall down

breezy wind

tears down

i lost my mind

by Nikky-Chan

Erotic Encounter

Friday, September 12th, 2008

I woke up this morning alive with anticipation.  Taking mental inventory of my body’s reactions; puckered, hard nipples, and a pussy dripping and wet with desire, I realized that today is the day!

I sat up in bed and clapped my hands together lightly in joy.

My Master, my Michael, is coming to visit me tonight.  At long last, we will be able to consummate our mutual desire!

I yawned and stretched, enjoying the way the sheer fabric of my nightie brushed across my sensitive nipples.  I smiled at the thought that in a few short hours, my Master’s hands and mouth would be on them.

My mind lingering on that thought, I slipped my hand between my thighs and gently rubbed my clit, dipping one finger into the slick wetness of my pussy.  I remembered that my Master Michael, might not like it if I were to make myself cum without him.  Feeling a little guilty, I sighed, and licked my pussy juice off my finger.  Sucking on my finger, I imaged tasting those same juices on his lips.

I looked at the clock and realized that it was time to start my day and get ready for work. 

I padded barefoot over to my computer to check email.  My eyes lit up when saw the message from my Master.  My breath caught as I waited for it to open.

I gasped and was suddenly more aroused than before when I saw what he had written.  Always the clever one, my Master had decided that in anticipation of his visit, I should dress for him while at work.  He wanted me to wear his favorite dress, the one that is full, comfortable, and silky, buttons all the way down the front, and no panties!

Slightly shocked and in awe of my Master’s ingenuity, I readied myself for the day.  I dressed with care in my favorite lacy white bra and his favorite dress.  I felt very sexy before dressing.  But having dressed especially for my Master, Michael, I felt deliciously decadent.

Slipping my feet into strappy sandals, I glanced at myself in the mirror.  My dress hugged my curves just so and even through my bra my nipples were clearly evident in their state of arousal it flowed to mid-calf in tiers and felt luxurious.  And underneath, I wore nothing at all.  I felt free and incredibly sexy.

Feeling breathless and aroused, I headed out the door to begin my day of lustful anticipation.

I had a few stops to make before work, so I set out.  I drove through at Starbucks, ordered my usual latte.  Was the barista looking at me differently?  Could she tell?  I didn’t know.  But my nipples got harder, if that is possible.

Everywhere I went, I felt that everyone who saw me knew that underneath my clothing, I was naked in anticipation of my Master’s arrival.  Not just that they knew I was naked, but that they knew what my night held for me.

I did not even know, Master wanted to surprise me.

Since I am going on a trip soon, I went to buy some vacation clothes.  I picked out a few things, and saw some very pretty panties on sale.  It gave me such a thrill to buy new panties while not wearing any!

As the clerk rang up my purchases, I could swear that she had a knowing look in her eyes.

When I left the store, a slight breeze had picked up.  On my way to the car, I had to make sure the wind did not catch my dress, causing me to flash the world.

It was time to go to work now.

I would be a little early, but I like to make sure I have time to get a good start on the day. 

I went in to work and got in the elevator.  I was alone, but in a massive building full of people.  It was intoxicating!  I backed into the corner of the elevator.  I imagined that my Master was with me in the elevator, pressing me into the wall.  A slight moan escaped my lips, I teased both nipples lightly with my fingertips, and my juices flowed freely.

I was sure that I would not be able to get through the day.  But I must.

The elevator door opened and I stepped into the hallway, no one was there.  I headed directly to the ladies room.  Sure enough, my nipples were evident for all to see.  I rolled my eyes and headed to the training room where I must wait for 8 long hours.

I arranged myself carefully in my chair, squirming a little.  It felt so good, I think my eyes closed for a moment.

The young Puerto Rican boy in class was wandering around talking to people.  He is very cute, and I didn’t think my Master, Michael would mind if I noticed.  He was standing with his back to me, and I noticed that he has a VERY nice ass.  I literally had to bite my lip to keep from telling him so.

I was so wet and in need that I could hardly concentrate. 

Answering the phones was another interesting experience, especially when J walked into the room.

I had met J the night before.  He spoke to me about the fact that I am a witch.  His last girlfriend was a witch.  He showed me her picture and she was wearing a bondage collar.

I asked him if it was hers or his.  He admitted that she was wearing his collar in the picture.  And I knew that he realized I knew what it meant.

Today I gave him information that I thought he needed about a class on witchcraft, along with my phone number.

I felt he could tell, that he knew that my Master was pulling the strings today.  I could feel his eyes on me at all times.  He did not even look away when I looked up.

Every time I saw him looking at me, watching me, the fire of my arousal was turned up a notch.  When I moved, the fabric of my clothing rubbed my nipples, now so sensitive from this constant state of arousal.  My pussy was so slick and wet, so hot with desire that I was sure I must be sitting in a puddle.

I am supposed to close every call with the question, ‘Have I satisfied your technical concerns today?’  On one call, I came very close to asking, ‘Have I satisfied all of your desires today?’  I was horrified, yet excited at the same time.  I knew I would have to ask my Master that question!  I prayed he would say ‘Yes, my Esme’ in a voice still husky with emotion and lust.

At one point, I left the classroom for a moment.  When I returned, there was a maintenance man standing in the doorway speaking to the trainer.  I waited patiently for him to finish speaking and move out of the doorway so that I could return to class. 

When he turned to leave, he very nearly ran into me.  In apology, he grasped my hand in his.  His had was really only warm.  But his touch was hot, I must have looked unsteady as he reached out and touched my shoulder.  My skin felt as if it had been touched by a branding iron.

I did my best to accept his apology gracefully.  All the while, my mind was screaming for him to either stop touching me, or never stop.  I was breathless with need.  My knees were weak, and I was flushed with desire. 

Someday, I may have to apologize to this poor man.

The rest of my day at work passed so slowly that it felt as if time were standing still.  But pass it did.

I gathered my belongings and headed out of the building, ready to meet my Master as his hotel.  I sat in the car as he had requested, my dress pulled up so that my bare skin, and wet pussy were touching the seat as I drove. 

The touch of the rough weave of the seat cover on my sensitive skin and my throbbing cunt was almost more than I could bear.  My knuckles were white as I gripped the wheel, trying to keep them busy so that I would not be tempted to touch myself.

At the hotel, the valet opened my door, and gave me a knowing smile.  When his hand touched mine to give me the claim ticket, my eyes closed involuntarily as I sighed.

I could feel his eyes on me as I entered the lobby.

My instructions were to call my Master, Michael once I entered the lobby.  With fumbling fingers, I dialed his number. 

His voice was rough with desire as he said, ‘Welcome, my Esme’.  My own voice was barely audible as I told him, ‘I am here in the lobby, Master’. 

My voice was not quiet with shame or fear of being overheard.  It was quiet because I was simply a bundle of raw need and desire at this juncture.  I could barely breathe, much less speak.

Michael, my Master, instructed me to take the elevator to his floor, go to the door of his room and knock.  I was then to turn my back to the door and wait.

I did not know, at the time why I should put my back to him.  I only knew that I must obey.

I followed my Master’s instructions and soon stood with my back to the door of his hotel room, not daring to breathe.  My body shuddered ever so slightly as I stood and waited.

I did not have long to wait.  I heard the door open, and he was pressed against me from behind.  His mouth was right next to my ear, his arms around me, grasping both breasts as he whispered to me.  ‘Are you ready for me, my Esme?’, he asked as he hugged me tight against is body.

I gasped at his touch, his whisper, his presence.  I could only nod, and vocalize in a quiet voice, ‘Yes, Master’.

I started to turn in his arms, and he stopped me with a word.  ‘Wait.’

Shivering with anticipation, I merely sighed.  Or maybe it was a little moan, I could no longer think.

His hands left my breasts and I stood.  Completely still except for the slight shudders that would not stop.

Within seconds, the blindfold he had brought with him was tied behind my head, covering both eyes.  I could see nothing as he once again whispered to me, ‘Come with me, Esme.’, as he took my hand, kissed my palm, and led me through the door.

As the door clicked shut, I knew that I was about to be forever changed, and I welcomed it.

He led me a short way into the room and backed me against a wall.  I was breathless with anticipation, I had no idea what to expect next.

He knelt before me and removed my shoes, tossing them aside.  I felt the deep pile of the carpet on the soles of my feet.  It was luxurious and soft.

Standing before me, he once again took my hands in his.  He turned them palm up and lightly kissed both palms.  A sigh escaped my lips when he turned them over and kissed the backs of both hands in turn.

‘I’m so glad to see you, my Esme’ he whispered to me. 

Then my Master took both of my wrists in one hand and moved them above my head and pinned them to the wall.  He moved in close and pinned me to the wall with his body.

I could feel his arousal and his breathing was slightly ragged as he leaned into my neck to kiss me lightly where my pulse pounded.  His free hand caressed my breast and he rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

My knees went weak, but I was held in place by his grasp on my wrists and his body pressed against mine.

He gently kissed my lips and released my hands to fall at my sides.

‘Take it off’, he said in the voice I can only describe as his ‘Master’ voice.

My fingers seemed to belong to someone else as I unfastened all of the buttons on my dress.  It was a slow task, and I could feel his eyes on me, watching me.

A slight sound of pleasure escaped him as I let the dress fall to the floor at my feet.

‘Now the bra, please.’ he chuckled, low and sexy.

I unfastened the front clasp of my bra and shrugged it from my shoulders to fall with the dress at my feet.

Still wearing the blindfold, I could only stand against the cool, smooth wall before his gaze.  I wanted to see his face, but I was his to command.  I could only wait for what would come next.

I pressed my palms against the wall behind me for balance as I stood silent and still.

I heard my Master move, a rustling of clothing.  All of my senses were heightened now that my sight was taken.  I took a deep breath to steady myself.

‘Oh, Esme’ he breathed as he came toward me.  Both hands were on my breasts.  He grasped them and tugged gently on my nipples, they were now so sensitive, after this day of expectation that I nearly came right then.

He leaned into me and took one nipple in his mouth and sucked long and hard, teasing it with his teeth.  He switched nipples so that neither one would be lonely for his touch.

My breath was coming in gasps.  I could only stand there, shivering under his attentive touch. 

One hand left my breast to trail down my belly.  He cupped my pussy with his hand, and dipped one finger between lips swollen with desire.  He explored my wetness, gently tracing that same finger over my clit.  His touch was so light and soft, but I was so taut with desire that I came at that touch.  My hands reached for his shoulders for support as my legs could no longer stand.

‘Mmmmmmmmmm’ he said, soft and low.  ‘Very nice, my Esme.’

I could only gasp in reply as I clutched his shoulders.

He took my wrists again and pinned them above my head with one hand and pressed me into the wall.  He kissed my lips, more forcefully this time.  He teased my tongue with his while still holding my nipple in his other hand.  My body shuddered slightly.

With one knee, he gently moved my legs apart.  He brought his leg up so that his knee was in contact with my throbbing, wet pussy.  He rubbed his knee against my pussy, back and forth.  As I came again, I moaned into his mouth as he continued kissing me.

He held my body to the wall as the waves shook me.

When they ceased, he led me across the room by my wrists to the bed.  He sat on the edge, and asked me to kneel before him.  I knelt before my Master and he pulled me to him.

I knelt between his knees, my body pressed to his.  I leaned my head against his chest and listened to his slow, steady heartbeat.  It was so unlike my own heart which was pounding out of control.

Holding me against his chest, my Master comforted and soothed me.  When my heart had resumed something resembling a normal rhythm, he removed my blindfold slowly. 

He had me stand as I blinked in the half-light provided by the candles lit around the room.  Emboldened by the ability to see him at last, I ran my fingers through his hair and caressed his cheek.  A small smile touched my lips to be with him at long last.

He closed his eyes as I stroked his cheek, and he smiled.

I felt complete.

I moved to stand before him, straddling his legs and pulled his head to my breast to cradle it there.  I kissed the top of his head and ran my fingertip around the rim of his ear, gently toying with his earlobe.

We sighed as one, enjoying the closeness and comfort of each other.

Releasing him from my embrace, I knelt before him once more.  I smiled up at him and began to unbutton his shirt.  My fingers were my own now, and they moved more nimbly.

I ran my hands up his belly to his chest, circling his nipples with my fingers.  Taking them and gently tugging on them while watching his every reaction.

I sucked first on one, then the other.  All the while I stroked his body with my fingertips from his chest, to his belly, to his inner thighs.

My Master moaned a little, I could see that he was enjoying himself.

My hands moved to his belt, and soon it was unfastened. 

I had a little more trouble with the button and zipper on his pants, so he stood and unfastened them himself.  I pulled them down over his hips and freed his hard cock of it’s confines.

I smiled as I took this as an invitation.  I grasped his cock in both hands and stroked it firmly.  Then I kissed it, just on the head right before I took it into my mouth. 

With just the head of my Master’s cock in my mouth, I sucked and twirled my tongue around the tip, teasing the opening there.

My Master’s fingers stroked my hair as I sucked on his cock.  Worshipping it with my mouth as is the way of things.

I bobbed my head up and down, sliding my lips along the shaft of his cock.  I kept my tongue stiff so that it stroked the underside of his throbbing, hard cock.

My hands were not idle.  They gently played with his balls, lifting them slightly, letting them drop.  And I kept sucking and licking his cock.

I would have been content to suck until he came in my mouth.  At that point, I wanted nothing more than for him to shoot his cum down my throat so that I could devour every drop of it.

But that was not in the plans my Master had for me.

He stopped my rhythm with a hand on either side of my head.  I disengaged my lips from their loving embrace of his cock and looked up at him. 

My Master took my hands and had me stand before him.

2008 Esmerelda

“Where Have All the Leaders Gone?” book excerpt

Saturday, April 5th, 2008

 Remember Lee Iacocca? The man who rescued Chrysler Corporation from its’
 death throes?  He has a new book, “Where Have All the Leaders Gone?”,  and
 here are some excerpts:
         _____________________________________________________________
 
Lee Iacocca Says: “Am I the only guy in this country who’s fed up with

 what’s happening?  Where the hell is our outrage?  We should be screaming
 bloody murder.  We’ve got a gang of clueless bozos steering our ship of
 state right over a cliff, we’ve got corporate gangsters stealing us blind,
 and we can’t even clean up after a hurricane much less build a hybrid car.
 But instead of getting mad, everyone sits around and nods their heads wh en
 the politicians say, “Stay the course” Stay the course?  You’ve got to be
 kidding.  This is America , not the damned “Titanic“.  I’ll give you a sound
 bite: “Throw all the bums out!” You might think I’m getting senile, that
 I’ve gone off my rocker, and maybe I have. But someone has to speak up.  I
 hardly recognize this country anymore.
 
The most famous business leaders are not the innovators but the guys in
 handcuffs.  While we’re fiddling in Iraq , the Middle East is burning and
 nobody seems to know what to do.  And the press is waving ‘pompoms’ instead
 of asking hard questions.  That’s not the promise of the ” America ” my
 parents and yours traveled across the ocean for I’ve had enough.  How about
 you? These are not brand new problems that have just started in the last few
 years.  
 
I’ll go a step further. You can’t ca ll yourself a patriot if you’re not
 outraged.  This is a fight I’m ready and willing to have.  The Biggest “C”
 is Crisis! Leaders are made, not born.  Leadership is forged in times of
 crisis.  It’s easy to sit there with your feet up on the desk and talk
 theory.  Or send someone else’s kids off to war when you’ve never seen a
 battlefield yourself.  It’s another thing to lead when your world comes
 tumbling down.
 
On September 11, 2001, we needed a strong leader more than any other time in
 our history.  We needed a steady hand to guide us out of the ashes.  A Hell
 of a Mess.  So here’s where we stand.  We’re immersed in a bloody war with
 no plan for winning and no plan for leaving.  We’re running the biggest
 deficit in the history of the country.  We’re losing the manufacturing edge
 to Asia , while our once-great companies are getting slaughtered by health
 care costs.  Gas prices are skyrocketing, and nobody in power has a coherent
 energy policy.  Our schools are in trouble.  Our borders are like sieves.
 The middle class is being squeezed every which way.  These are times that
 cry out for leadership.  But when you look around, you’ve got to ask: “Where> have all the leaders gone?”

  Where are the curious, creative communicators?
 Where are the people of character, courage, conviction, omnipotence, and
 common sense?
 
I may be a sucker for alliteration, but I think you get the point. Name me a
 leader who has a better idea for homeland security than making us take off
 our shoes in airports and throw away our shampoo?  We’ve spent billions of
 dollars building a huge new bureaucracy, and all we know how to do is react
 to things that have already happened.
 
   Name me one leader who emerged from the crisis of Hurricane Katrina.
 Congress has yet to spend a single day evaluating the response to the
 hurricane, or demanding accountability for the decisions that were made in
 the crucial hours after the storm.  Everyone’s hunkering down, fingers
 crossed, hoping it doesn’t happen again.  Now, that’s just crazy.  Storms
 happen.  Deal with it.  Make a plan.  Figure out what you’re going to do the
 next time.
 
Name me an industry leader who is thinking creatively about how we can
 restore our competitive edge in manufacturing.  Who would have believed that
 there could ever be a time when “The Big Three” referred to Japanese car
 companies?  How did this happen, and more important, what are we going to do
 about it?
 
Name me a government leader who can articulate a plan for paying down the
 ; debt, or solving the energy crisis, or managing the health care problem. The
 silence is deafening.  But these are the crises that are eating away at our
 country and milking the middle class dry.
 
I have news for the gang in Congress.  We didn’t elect you to sit on your
 asses and do nothing and remain silent while our democracy is being hijacked
 and our greatness is being replaced with mediocrity.  What is everybody so
 afraid of?  That some bonehead on Fox News will call them a name?  Give me a
 break.  Why don’t you guys show some spine for a change? Had Enough?
 
Hey, I’m not trying to be the voice of gloom and doom here.  I’m trying to
 light a fire.  I’m speaking out because I have hope.  I believe
 in America .  In my lifetime I’ve had the privilege of living through some of
  America ’s greatest moments.  I’ve also experienced some of our worst crises:
 the “Great Depression“, “World War II“, the “Korean War“, the “Kennedy
 Assassination”, the “Vietnam War“, the 1970s oil crisis, and the struggles
 of recent years culminating with 9/11.  If I’ve learned one thing, it’s
 this: “You don’t get anywhere by standing on the sidelines  waiting for
 somebody else to take action.
 
Whether it’s building a better car or building a better future for our
 children, we all have a role to play.  That’s the challenge I’m
 raising in this book.  It’s a call to “Action” for people who, like me,
 believe in America .  It’s not too late, but it’s getting pretty close. 

 So let’s shake off the crap and go to work.  Let’s tell ‘em all we’ve had
 ”enough.”