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what if sex was excruciatingly painful, and childbirth was pleasurable.
Ah what is there not to enjoy when people are engaging in that most sublime dual desire to experience that moment of nirvana again and again.
enough heart ache for two.
I feel like this life is so fleeting.
and I worry I wont find a meaning.
before it ends.
The time just keeps slipping by.
Im aging... before my eyes.
I sit and talk with those whom I call friends.
but it never ends, they dont know me.
I dont have one.
but Im waiting.
my friend.
for the day you love me again...
I know it wont come but Ill hold my breath.
Ive been practicing. Ive gotten good at it.
its all just a game that they're playing.
I just wait my turn. keep on waiting.
untill it ends. and its over.
no... second player.
waiting till it ends.
and then maybe...
Ill see you again.
Someplace unfamiliar
with every step.
I move further from this earth.
This being ive become.
clouds once looming over head,
now just a haze someplace below.
That place.
One I never knew and will never know.
Could never know.
With every wish Ive held my breath.
let down.
Im running out, t
urning blue as that very color fades from it.
Those calming words you spoke to me.
That calming voice,
bringing sanity.
as there once was…
again nothing will be.
Prolonging pain.
Inducing change.
a short glimpse at clarity.
The night provides the day.
fire, the beauty of the flame.
And the ashes,
the perfect place,
a clean slate.
END
breathe that breath. Breath it for me. hold it in. let it out. the one I always wanted to take, but never could find it. One that would never come again. leaving a void in my chest. the exhaling sigh of relief. The stillness. The numbness. The crushing inner peace that comes with it. Realization. and with it the knowing that its all over. That it happened. And that itll never happen again. the meaning of what it was all worth. The feeling of all the worlds weight baring down on your chest. That moment of inner peace, now to only be remembered. and to be remembered as fleeting. to long for. To make you wish the chaos had never ended and your desire for that breath never realized. The reminder that life is short. For some suffrage is life. to suffer is to be holy. The only way one can feel the true joy of having, and the loss of losing. and in the end. Its all I have and have ever had. The end was written before the beginning. Realized too late. As I live breathing. There will be no salvation. Just a yearning for what was lost, or never was at all.
A bouquet of roses beside her, temptation in full bloom, with desire dressed in lingerie all feeding my need for sensual pleasure.
You look beautiful off of them too.
"... Mind turning around?"
(Repost - after Tumblr moral policing)
It is indeed funny to observe a fully grown, quite-masculine a man to show his softer side and request for a permission to use my hips. And mind it, it’s not something that’s apparent only in the men I have known before, but even with most that I have been sent as a courtesan to, or even by the ones I got myself ‘hunted’ down and then taken away with him.
I have observed that most men, feel that the conquest over their woman isn’t complete until they have done something that is drastic enough to either make their efforts to do it look satisfactory, or, they have inflicted (which sometimes may just be a belief) pain on their woman to make her cringe before him and submit. Both of these conditions are satisfied when they receive the consent to do it there, for no matter how experienced one is, it still needs effort to get into the ‘position’ and the inflicted ‘pain’ when the union happens.
In either case, an element of force becomes necessary for him to convey the message to the woman that she is his property, for minutes/hours/days, however temporary the ownership is. The need to establish control has been a fundamental criteria, more with the men who have hunted me and those I have been sent to as a part of my courtesan arrangement. My husbands have been more secure and they know that they don’t need to ask me for my permission to use my hips. They have developed the ability to sense my mood and know the answer even before they would ask. The hunters, on the other hand would feel the need to exert authority and it is often when after they have attained the primary satisfaction, and is in mood to pleasure himself once more, would have popped the question, “mind turning around? really feel like using your hips”…well, that’s actually a much watered down version of the actual words used to convey their desire.
Being asked that question makes me feel proud as a woman. It tells me that he found me attractive enough to want to explore more about me. The element of pain involved in allowing a man to 'use my hips’ is always present, but the satisfaction from knowing that I am being owned by him and he is getting satisfaction from ‘using me’ for that phase is exciting enough for me to usually consent to his request for use.
Ready for a Good Whipping?
It’s almost time for Sherwood Forest Faire, near Austin Texas. Plaid mini’s and tails as far as the eye can see, especially in the campgrounds.
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We are all about this. Sex isn’t a race to a finish line, it’s not even about how hard you can get the other person off, it’s about the passion and intimacy lasting as long as possible. Honestly there are nights that I don’t get off at all but don’t care because I enjoyed the journey for an hour or so and feel just as satisfied.
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Always a pleasure, love
The taste of your skin.. The salt and șweat.. The lingering perfume..... The warmth of you on my lips... An forgettable unique concoction that will always linger in my mind.
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