RULES: If you are a recipient, please choose 3-5 female bloggers who write about sex (or post sexy pics of themselves, or both) that you admire and award them by passing on the award photo above and the rules. Also, give a brief explanation of why you love those bloggers so much. Be sure to notify your favorite bloggers that they got the award!
Thank you and congratulations! ~ HH & Lola
There are so many wonderful female bloggers out there and for a full list of 25 (which I am honored to be listed among) go to HH & Lo's blog.
Remittance Girl ~ http://remittancegirl.com/ Erotic fiction filled with BDSM, D/s, bondage, threesomes...oh hell... lots of sex, mystery and fun!
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It gets them every time. At least those that have been in my presence. Walking behind me. Gingerly; awkward in their steps; feeling off balanced as my hand is wrapped around their cock and towing them behind me. Always amazed that they willingly follow along. Being pulled by their manhood. Feeling vulnerable, overtaken and directed. Along with loving the feeling of being used, desired and objectified.
Come with me pet. I have plans for you and this cock of yours that truly belongs to me. Doesn't it pet? Belong to me? To tease, arouse, deny....all for my pleasure.
When I think of shadows I think of someone being guarded from the light. From the heat of discovery...but yet feeling the indirect warmth of the sun against his human form. Not quite hidden. There are small parts of the body visible, but only a trained eye could make it out. He feels safe there in the shadows, but also somehow involved in the activity he seeks. Vicariously he lives through his imagination, projecting himself into a reality of what is before him. Soon the watching isn't enough and vocally he makes himself known. Inch by inch he moves slowly into the light. He's encouraged by a hand reaching out to him, offering assistance and direction.
He's lived so long with his fantasies that the light of exposure to his nature unmasked to another is frightening. Some find the compatible guide for their need and a journey begins of self discovery and acceptance. Some never find that guide. Others rarely leave the shelter of the shadows. The existence of the later group is lonely and their true identity hidden from the world. Those are the ones who put themselves in danger because they become a victim to the need and desire that continues to build until they rush out of the shadows with reckless abandon looking for any fix; at whatever cost. Later with head hanging down and soul empty they crawl back into the shadows. Any satisfaction dissipates quickly as once again humiliation and disgust settles in with the reality that they have placed themselves in danger for what they consider a base need. When the sun starts to set, the temperature in the shadows drops farther then it does for the rest of the world. So it seems. Isolated, cold and alone they swear never again to risk exposure. But their history knows better. There will be another time.
Some call these marks of life the traits of addiction. In this case sexual addiction. Is there really such a thing? Could the truth possibly be that not all people fit into what society calls the social norm? And that while trying to 'Fit In' they lose themselves? They already feel an outsider and fear keeps them from risking more rejection in seeking those who would accept them. Is this why the shadows are more desirable than speaking and discovering truths? More desirable than seeking those in their lives that would give them a secure place to dwell in the sun light? Is this not what a healthy life is about? To seek those who will say, "I accept all that you are and you are welcome here" ? Is that not the premise of an alternative lifestyle? And why do we even need an alternative? Who has defined 'normal'?
Communication without judgement, listening and hearing others; that to me is the sunlight. Openness, acceptance, wisdom, learning and the understanding of why we are the way we are; these are the true treasures of wealth. Finding a place to live a life full of the true expression of who lives within us. This kind of freedom releases creativity and brilliance because the whole person has emerged. Is that not a desire common among mankind? And if it isn't? Why isn't it?
Some say it is brave to think and live that way. I say life is too short to not live your own life. If you don't discover and live the fullness of who you are, who will? The world is waiting for YOU to show up. With all your beautiful flaws and uniqueness. Not a carbon copy of others. But YOU. Let's be brave together. Let us help each other out of the shadows.
Sexual Hunger! Our body craving satisfaction from what it's stubbornly determined it needs to be filled and satisfied. At times it's strictly a base need as the image above. A need for release, no matter how it's achieved. And sometimes it's for the soul that inhabits a body that you physically crave. Physical release alone would leave you wanting. Only the one who you crave can fill that need and satisfy your desires.
You hunger for the one who has captured your soul. An appetite has been created and your body craves to feel again the rush of it's first exposure. An awakening rises from deep inside that almost draws tears to the surface when you stop and dwell on it's effect. You become obsessed with how his words fall around, crawl inside and wrap you in brutal sensuality. Your hand pushes him away out of fear of being exposed and laid bare of your armor.
He has become an addiction to your chemical balance of life. You bring others in to drown out his face and words. But in the throes of what should be ecstasy is only a deep cry for him. You only reach a sliver of fulfillment by closing your eyes, seeing his face and hearing his words. Imagining his heart beating against you; his spirit touching yours and his soul spilling into your own. Their touch reminds you of the hunger only he can satiate. Only that which it craves can calm and satisfy the built up desire that is calling out for his attention.
He has crawled into every fiber of your being. His words threaten to pierce through your shield and the rawness of your emotions stir and escape without warning before him.
Much to your dismay and fear your hunger for him only increases each day. Logic reminds you he is only a pause in your journey. But the hunger screams louder, "Enjoy every morsel with no regrets!"