Showing posts with label Desires. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Desires. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Going Down. Honey, Coconut Oil and Cum.

It had been two glorious hours of foreplay and lustful fornication in the early hours of the morning before I needed to leave for work. There is much to be relished in a long time lover and the familiarity that comes with that union. You know every moan, sigh, movement and longing that emits from the other. That is if you are paying attention. And we always paid attention to each other. That was the beauty. And that was the beauty of him and why he was neatly tucked in the back pocket of my heart knowing he'd come at my beckon call. He was never my boyfriend. I didn't want that. I wasn't ready for that. He was my lover. It was a clean relationship. Honest. No pretense that it may turn into something else. We lived separate lives, walked separate paths. He, adventurous but still vanilla, me...well you know me. ;) But the chemistry and sexual attraction was heaven and we both chose to let it live between us for as long as it served our needs.

His thick, lovely cock always hard the moment he walked through my door. I could feel it bulging, hanging down one thigh through his jeans as he pressed against my body and began to devour me with his mouth. We stood on equal ground. Neither dom or sub. Raw, primal hunger was in control. Whatever sexy garment I wore was stripped from me in moments as all clothes were peeled away and scattered.

The passion and dance between us always memorable. The foreplay and lovemaking electric but there were times when after it was calm and restful that the best was yet to come.

I loved watching his cock lay flaccid, resting against his groin. Without thinking my hand would naturally find its way to his softness and fondle his warm balls and smooth soft cock. As it would start to find life again my mouth would water and need to feel him pass through my lips once again. The taste of our mixed juices dried on his cock made my head swim with thoughts of him inside me only moments before. My diet of honey yogurt and the use of coconut oil as a lube, mixed with his cum made the taste the nectar of gods.

Then he would turn me to my back and bury his face in between my legs like a ravenous man. I always loved when he went down on me, but these times when he did, after we had made love and my pussy was full and wet with his cum...Fuck!  It would flip a switch in me and my lust for him would ignite to a higher primal level. With each lap of his tongue, tracing along my lips, thrusting inside me and sucking every drop from within me made my hunger and need for him grow ever stronger. The intimacy, acceptance and celebration of the unity of our bodies was more evident by his action that his words could ever convey. Every time I came harder because I felt adored and worshiped. He'd come back to me with his face glistening with our juices and his lips tasted like warm honey.

Some turn away from such pleasures.

To be my lover there must be no barriers. I'm a greedy little bitch and I expect my lover to be lecherous.




Thursday, April 16, 2015

e[lust] edition #69 ~ Enjoy!


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Nothing Really Matters
Njoying Myself
He's beautiful
Humiliation of an ex-Nazi submissive 39
His Beauty Shatters Me
Vacation Got Off To A Slow Start
After Party On My Own
dénouement
My Life Erotic: "The Bad Man"

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Questions We’re Actually Embarrassed to Ask
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Ignorance & Misconception - Scary Combination

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Laced Up - a Lusty Limerick

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Our First Time
The EuphOff
the auction 
the conductor 
Habla con ella

Writing About Writing

My Filthasaurus

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

On Corsets 
Consent: A play in one act 
Playing hate: topping in a degradation scene 
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Thursday, March 26, 2015

The Window




He was two floors up and one row of apartments over when he first recognized those long lean legs of hers dangling from the patio chair. It had been five years since he had seen her. That was the last time they said good bye. There had been many good-byes and he thought they would keep dangling like her legs were now over the chair. But he soon found after weeks had gone by she was serious that time and she was gone for good.

She had been his first long term dom. Three years he served her and thought it would never end. But her job changed locations and she needed to move away. Now standing at the window watching her in a routine he was familiar with he knew plans had changed and here she was back in her old building. Did she think he had moved away also? Had she even tried to look him up? She always loved that bottom floor apartment that over looked the courtyard. The exposure from the morning sun warming her bare legs.

He felt paralyzed at the window as he watched her set her laptop on the patio side table and pull it close to her chair. It's where she loved to sit and write on warm sunny mornings.

Images of being there with her, sitting at her feet reading as she spun her erotic tales started to flood his thoughts. Memories of her reaching down to him every now and then to run her fingers through his hair. Pulling his head closer to her legs and wrapping them around him. Him slowly moving up kissing her inner thighs as he traveled. Knowing between her writing and the sensations he was giving her she was lost in her story.

Standing there against the window his cock grew as he remembered her smell, her taste and her touch. How her voice sounded, her moans increased and her breath became staggered when he buried his head against her mound, his tongue lapping and teasing her folds. "Gently boy." She would whisper to  him. The tapping of her fingers on the keys would begin to slow until he felt her lean back in her chair, her hands now circling his head. "Fuckkkkk",  softly falling from her lips.

He realized he was leaning against his window, his left hand around his dripping cock. The thought of quickly getting dressed and going to her was stopped as he heard her laughter flow up from her patio. He saw a hand reaching towards her, handing her a cup. The frame of a young man appeared and knelt beside her at her feet.

He watched as she wrapped her legs around him and felt an explosive orgasm rush through him imagining it was him there once again.




Tuesday, December 2, 2014

In Need of a Warm Climate!


                                                        
The holidays are upon us. Thanksgiving behind and Christmas ahead with decorated trees, holiday music, malls filled with busy shoppers and 2015 knocking at the door. Where did the year go! I have writing projects with deadlines I need to meet and personal goals I'm still wanting to achieve. :: sigh ::

There were some ups and downs with my health this year, but all of that is behind me. I'm doing good, working on doing even better going into the new year.

BUT...I do not like being COLD!  I'm thankful the Pacific Northwest has mild seasons. But I'm in dire need of sunshine and warmth!

~ Vista

Sunday, August 31, 2014

The Strength and Feel of His Cock



Sometimes all I really need is to feel the strength of his body pressed against me; our sweat mixed gloriously together into a natural lube as our flesh slides back and forth; his arms firmly around me in the very vanilla missionary position; his face nestled in the curve of my neck; his breathing hot and welcoming.

It had been weeks. Six and a half to be exact. Too long to only hang on memories as my body craved his touch. His lips warmed against mine at the first kiss and embrace. No thoughts of anything but the feel of his body pressing against my own as my hand found the growing cock tucked away in his pants, dripping and aching to be free.

In my room he stood naked before me, my eyes enjoying him again, finally. His cock pointing in my direction. Firm, veins bulging, dripping ... always dripping with anticipation.

More kissing, tasting, sucking, licking but finally cock and cunt needing to be joined once more. Hunger overtaking the desire to prolong the entry.

Feeling his slippery head tease against my silt, my cunt, dripping with her own juices, opens to welcome him home. We slowly move; our bodies are one. Muscles and flesh remembering the rhythm we have grown accustomed to.

We take our time, drinking in the pleasure of the other. Our bodies tightly pressed. My arms, legs wrapped firmly around him. I feel the strength of his cock slowly move against my walls, finding the sensitive spots with familiar knowledge. My muscles contract around his shaft to increase the friction. His cock pulses inside me and I pull him deeper.  He continues to hold me close, both melting into the other. The rhythm between us varies as we build each others arousal. I don't want it to end. I want this feeling....always.


Thursday, November 28, 2013

What I'm Thankful For.


This!  This right here is the form that always gets my attention. Toned, not bone skinny. No bulging muscles that give me nothing to hold on to and caress when I'm feeling soft.  A form, that in my eyes says 'testosterone' and I want all of it!  A beautiful cock that promises pleasure, fullness and lovely hanging balls!  Dark hair because I like dark things. ;) And eyes that look with passion. He makes me Thankful! 


And also this...

What else makes me Thankful this day are the memories I have of NB and our relationship. Even though I have no idea what the future holds and if we'll ever find our way back together again, as I thought of what I was Thankful for, my mind kept going back to him and his beautiful submission. So setting loss, hurt and heartache aside, I'd like to share the beauty of that submission.

There was nothing pretentious or insincere about NB's submission and his cuckold wiring. It has been deeply rooted since childhood and how it manifested throughout him was the driving force for me in my dominance over him. I am thankful for all the vulnerability he exposed to me; the beauty of his heart and the pleading in his eyes as I would take more and more control of him in ownership. I loved watching the struggle between the Alpha man he was to the world and the little boy inside wanting to be completely owned. Even at times needing desperately to be 'taken' by force. 

Which brings me to his lovely, adorable ass that I loved to prove my ownership as he groan with pain, mixed with pleasure, not sure if he could take more, then after, shyly asking for it again.

Today NB, I choose to be Thankful for you. Many emotions run through me these days, from frustration, anger, disappointment, confusion, sadness...but also softness over all we shared. I am thankful for the beauty of your honest submission to me and pray someday I'll find that again.

~ Vista

Thursday, November 14, 2013

If You Truly Love Me......


...You'll see me as the beautiful, wonderful, creative, sexual creature I am. You'll love my smell, and my taste and hunger to let it linger over your face when you have pleased me time and time again. You'll fantasize while away from me how you'll run your hands and mouth over my silken, firm body, and tenderly worship every crease and sweet fold.

...You'll dream of me while you sleep and wake with your cock hard and longing to feel my wet, warm walls wrapped around your shaft. A place that makes you feel accepted, loved and safe. You'll close your eyes and remember how I bring you life and purpose.  How no other place makes you feel whole, but by being by my side.

...You'll listen to my words as they bring you strength and know that my direction is your compass for life. You'll be my protector when other's try to cause me harm and although you know I can care for myself, you'll defend me to the death.

...If You Truly Love Me.....

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Understanding When His Glass is Full

NB's glass has been full for some time now. Many months. As I mentioned in a previous post, I finally realized I needed to just step back and give him lots of space. As a dominant I may have experienced that feeling a few times in my life, but not for very long. I tend to deal with things as they come along and cut out of my life the things that are trying to drag me down or steal my energy. On the other hand, NB's glass not only became full, but continually overflowing. Not a good thing. He tends to want to 'please' and ends up over committing and wearing himself thin. He's a very hard worker and equally, worrier over things. If his glass is full and overflows, anxiety and stress run him over and flatten him to the ground.

So I stepped back.... thinking it would take him some time to empty some of that stress that has filled his glass for so long. But 5 days later he's on the phone; been in touch every day and finally bought the ticket to fly to me this coming weekend as he had promised so many weeks ago. He's still a bit fragile, but I'm beginning to understand and not fear being apart from him. I'm no longer afraid to let him go and have him workout some things without me cheering him on.

We learn from each other. His submissive nature around me has a softening effect on this sometimes hard exterior. Fear of not wanting to be disappointed makes me throw my hands up and walk away when things become too much. Where NB will hang in there with his last breath. He's a dreamer, romantic and idealistic. I'm pragmatic and realistic with a sometimes 'take no prisoners' attitude. He is good for me. He makes me want to 'hang in there'. He makes me want to fight for us, where I never have before. I'd just take my marbles and go home without a word. Mumbling 'fuck you' under my breath.

Understanding the 'Glass is Full' concept has been new for me. For me the answer has always been ... just dump out the damn glass and start again. Not always wise; effective for the moment, but not always wise. You tend to miss a lot of good that could have been there also. Whereas NB needs to slowly drain it into a cloth and let the good flow through. I do admire him for that lovely quality.

I'm sure he needs more than 5 days to continue to drain out what has been burdening him, but at least he made some room for us this weekend.  It will just be the two of us. Full of lots of steamy, lusty sex, pushing limits and inflicting some much need pain on a hungry submissive. With hopefully the result of emptying his glass even more.  ;)

Maybe there really is light at the end of some dark tunnels. ;)


A Lovely Weekend of this ....


And this ....


And absolutely ... this ...!

Saturday, September 7, 2013

Saturday Eye Candy!

To celebrate Saturdays and that we all need a diversion or two, here are a few of my a favorite Eye Candy today from my tumblr site! http://sexualdestinies.tumblr.com/

Today where I work on weekends for a time, a young man, maybe late 20's, came through my line. He had brown/sandy colored hair, large blue eyes, was wearing a brick colored t-shirt that fit perfectly over his well defined chest and arms.  Add to that, tight jeans that hugged his ass just right and an aura of sexuality about him that instantly caught my attention and aroused me!  I wanted to run out of my booth, pull him off to the side and enjoy devouring him for hours.  I think there was something about him that reminded me of 'cub' that I haven't seen in many months, but has been begging to see me and I've been putting him off.  I think the combination of him texting me for the past two weeks and a movie I saw last night called 'Adore' with Naomi Watts and Robin Wright about two mothers/friends who have love affairs with each other's son was still playing in my mind when this god like specimen of young sexuality walked toward me. I couldn't help but smile warmly and compliment him on his obvious well defined chest which made him blush slightly and smile warmly, almost knowingly back at me. There was an energy there...one I don't feel often, but do pick up from very sensual individuals. My god but he was beautiful.  I immediately texted NB, (who is still out of state) about the young man and my reaction to him, and he texted back 'LOL .... I love this!'.  In the midst of this I received an email from RT wanting to see me tomorrow morning. And I can't see him because I'm working again!   Torture I tell you!  I'm being tortured!  ;)


This sight soothes my soul... Mmmmmm



How I imagine this beautiful young man looks like beneath those tight clothes... sigh!


Always in the mood for a pic of a firm ass.  Bring it!!!

Monday, March 4, 2013

The Passion of First Encounters.

It had been weeks since they had seen each other. Weeks that seemed to go by slowly but also served a purpose of building the desires that were ignited when they first met.  Weeks that had their words already touching each other's sexual zones making him hard and her wet with need. His mind had already entered her and her body was already surrendering to the thoughts and desires he was expressing in glorious details. Now it was only moments away before he walked through the door and they would be face to face again. But this time it would involve more than a kiss.

She hears his car pull up and stands next to the door, freshly showered and wearing a soft sheer blue robe that falls just beneath her round cheeks. Before he can knock, she opens the door and ushers him quickly inside. He pulls her close to him and at first she is chilled by the coolness of his jacket.  He removes the jacket and pulls her close to him once more.  She can now feel the warmth of his skin radiating through his shirt. His kiss is what she remembers, but this time even softer and full of more want. She nuzzles her body even closer to his as she holds his head and neck pressing her breasts into his chest.  His right hand moves from her back, down her ass, gripping her bare cheeks and she feels his fingers searching and finding the wetness soaking her pussy. She moans and kisses him harder as his hand moves to her front and he slips two fingers into her hunger. 

She is now pulling at his clothes that have become intrusive.  His shirt flies off and she dives for her first glimpse of his cock as he unzips and drops his slacks and boxers to the floor. Her hand is immediately around his shaft as she lowers herself to her knees and takes him swiftly into her mouth. She moans as she feels his growing flesh pass her wet lips and her hands fondle his shaft and balls. He braces himself against the entryway wall taking in the warmth of her pleasure. His fingers digging into her long dark wavy hair. His mind, absorbed by the movement of her tongue over his sensitive head and shaft.  Her lips soft, yet firm as they surround and move along his length.

"Fuck!" Slips out of his mouth as he pulls her further down on his shaft. "Fuck!"  Then pulls her head off of him in a quick move.  "You need to stop! I almost came."  He raises her to her feet, her lips wet with saliva  Her eyes telling him she is lost in her lust for him.  

He picks her up and carries her to the waiting bed she has prepared for them. He lays her gently on her back toward the edge of the bed and gets on his knees this time. He gently touches the heat generating from between her legs and runs one hand smoothly over her pussy. She moans again, reaching for him.  

"No."  He says. "Lie still.  I want to know you...all of you."  She lays her head back on the bed and spreads her legs wider for him as his hands run up and down her sex and his fingers start to explore every fold and the depths of her opening. Her heat builds, she moans and longs to feel the strength of his cock inside her. Her minds starts to flood with images of him sliding and filling her as she feels the texture of his tongue dancing over her clit. Teasing, arousing and exploring, then diving inside her deeply. 

Her hands run across her breasts and pinch at her nipples, her mind further traveling along familiar fantasies that tend to occupy her thoughts, until she feels his fingers plunging deep inside her and his body moving up her own. She opens her eyes and sees his mouth coming to devour her right nipple, taking it eagerly in his mouth and sucking and flicking it with his tongue.  She reaches down and grabs her breast to thrust even more into his mouth, "Harder!  Suck harder." Her voice almost desperate from the building of pressure inside her cunt and clit.  He obeys, his fingers working in rhythm with his sucking until she explodes in orgasm and releases her juices all over his hand and wrist.

"Oh fuck, baby!" He groans as he moves his cock into position and his mouth over hers, entering her with a long, slow plunge that almost takes her breath away.

"Damn! Oh god...damn you feel so good."  She whispers, floating on the wave of her own orgasm and taking in the sensation of his cock inside her warm walls.

"It's a good start." He whispers back into her ear as he build his own momentum, her meeting him with every thrust.  "Yes," she says, taking another long breath, "A good start."



Saturday, February 9, 2013

Saturday Eye Candy!

To celebrate Saturdays and that some Saturdays I have way too much time on my hands, here are a few of my a favorite Eye Candy today from my tumblr site! http://sexualdestinies.tumblr.com/

Today's pics make me very happy!   ;)

Yes Baby, all you can wear today are your boots.  You and the boys have fun!

I love a man who smiles with contentment at bondage!

Chains!  Hot Wax!  Hot Male Frame!  I'm in!

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Saturday Eye Candy!

To celebrate Saturdays and that some Saturdays I have way too much time on my hands, here are a few of my a favorite Eye Candy today from my tumblr site! http://sexualdestinies.tumblr.com/

Once again celebrating the beauty of the male form. Mmmmmmmmmm



Thursday, January 31, 2013

A Naughty Nurse Setup!

He is a very lovely, sexy sub who has a fetish about nurses.  Naughty nurses that take advantage of his vulnerability while in their care.  He had spent much of his childhood in the hospital during his sexually awakening years. Being bathed, examined and eventually loosing his virginity to one over zealous young nurse who took the sponge bath she was administering to an exciting new level as she washed his young hardening cock and found she couldn't resist mounting it!  The sexual wiring was laid in his young mind.

He waited for me naked on the bed as I dwelt on his lifelong fetish and finished dressing in my new vinyl, black, red trimmed, low cut nurse uniform that barely covered my ass.  My long dark hair was pulled up in a pony tail and a nurse's cap was attached in front of it. I looked one more time in the mirror and knew his reaction would be well worth the trouble.  Naughty Nurse role play was about to commence.

"Mr Miller.  I have been given strict orders by your mistress to massage and oil you down.  Also to exam and inspect your anus to make sure it is ready for the plans she has for you later.  She has no desire to harm you and wants you to be open and available for her pleasure."  I stood, back straight, chest out and sternly delivered to him my orders.

My pet's cock immediately sprang to attention seeing his mistress standing before him, transformed and delivering one of his fantasies. His mouth formed a wide grin as he responded, "Yes nurse."

I walked to the bed, exam gloves, lube and lavender oil in hand, "Oh!  And Mr Miller.  I have also been instructed by your mistress that you are to keep your roaming hands and fingers to yourself. She has warned me of how naughty and disobedient you can be." I smirked.

"Yes nurse." He answered followed by his own smirk.

I went about my duty as nurse, having him first turn onto his stomach, massaging the lavender oil into his neck, shoulders, and back...making my way to his round cheeks. To get better leverage I positioned myself one at a time straddled across each thigh, moving from ass cheek, down the thigh, calf, ankle and foot.  My pet could feel the slick wetness of my bare shaved pussy preparing the way as I moved down his leg with more oil. His muscles tensing as he tried to remain still. By the time I finished his second leg he was moaning and moving his hips ever so slightly.

Then I moved to his arms. First the left then the right. This time I straddled his hands, my pussy just inches away from his fingers. His arm tensed and his fingers moved trying to get just a slight touch of the warmth he was feeling generating from my excited sex.

Slap! My hand finally went upon his arm. "You must behave Mr Miller or you'll get us both in trouble.  Now turn over!"

His body was warm with desire as he moved onto his back and I started along his neck again. This time straddling his hips.  Able now to look into his eyes and capture his exciting torment. It made my juices run all the more as he felt my pussy lubricate his cock with each of my movements. I made my way down his torso and repeated the drill over each thigh, once again straddling each leg. By now his hands were twitching, his fingers hungry to touch and reach inside me.

He finally lost it while I was straddling his right arm, his fingers only inches away from what he longed to touch and feel. I felt two of his fingers slide easily inside, my body grabbed his hold.

I allowed it for a moment of my pleasure then yelled out, "Mr Miller!" He kept his fingers where they were, reluctant to move. I lifted off his hand and moved quickly between his legs.

I slapped his balls and cock a few times.  "Mr Miller.  You do know I'll have to report your actions to your mistress.  I'll claim no responsibility and will blame you fully."

"But nurse!"  He began to protest. Perspiration already beading and pooling along his chest. His 6 ft toned frame full of hunger.

"Shh!  Mr Miller.  I need to finish one last task before your mistress arrives."

I slid on one exam glove on my right hand and reached for the bottle of lube. "This won't take long Mr Miller." I instructed as I began to stroke his still very hard cock.

I poured the lube along his cock and balls and began to cover all surrounding areas, including his anus.  "Knees bent, ass up Mr Miller!" I directed with pleasure.

My gloved fingers found their way along his crack as one finger easily slipped in and I prepared him for what was ahead as my left hand continued to stroke his cock.  I started to notice pre-cum dripping from his slit and knew it was time to change directions.

I pulled my hand back, removed the glove and instructed him to lower his legs. "You look very warm Mr Miller.  Let me check your forehead before I leave."

I straddled again his hips and slid my body along his frame until my breasts were resting against his mouth.  The zipper had come down a little on the uniform allowing one breasts to pop out. I felt his tongue lick the exposed nipple and quickly suck it into his mouth. I pressed my longing breast into his mouth and then jumped back.

"Mr Miller! One more violation!"

He smiled with a hungry, lustful look in his eyes as he watched me leave the room and enter the bathroom once again.

He waited, not moving from his position until I re-emerged wearing a black leather strapped bra, black lace thigh highs, heels and my strap-on. My dark hair now down and flowing over my shoulders. I walked within inches of the bed and stopped.  Stroking the cock jetting from my harness.

"Hello pet.  Have you been prepared for me?"  Already, of course knowing the answer.

"Yes Mistress."  He eagerly replied.

"And pet, did you follow all of my instructions?"  Still staring at him and stroking.

"Of course Mistress."  He answered after a brief pause.

I walked closer to him and knelt on the bed.  My right hand reached toward his cock that was starting to soften and gave it a stroke. "I'm going to ask you again pet.  Did you follow all of my instructions?" My hand now surrounding his cock at the base and tightening my grip.

"I was obedient Mistress...really."

"That's not what I was told by the nurse, pet."

"But I was!"

I slapped his cock back and forth three times and grabbed his balls hard. "Do you see the mirror hanging on the wall to your left?" He nodded with a confused look on his face. "It's a two-way mirror and I saw and heard everything.  Everything pet."

"Mistress, it was that naughty nurse you sent to me. She was rubbing herself all over me! " He exclaimed.

I reached up to his chest and started to pull on his nipples, which he hated. "No!" He yelled out.

"Are you going to tell me the truth?" Tugging on them more.

"Yes! God yes!"

"Alright. Roll over."  I applied more lube to his hole and some to my cock. "I'm going to ask you some questions and you're going to tell me the truth."

"Yes Mistress."  I heard him mumble through his arms where his head rested.

I started to insert a finger into his hole.  He resisted, then loosen, giving me entry. "Tell me what she did."

"She rubbed her bare pussy all over me!  My chest, legs, arms and my cock, mistress."

"Did you like it, pet?"

"Oh, no mistress.  I belong to you."

My hand came down on his ass cheeks and balls.  "The truth pet!"

Softly he answered, "Yes, I did mistress."

"I saw you touch her, pet.  Tell me why you did.  Why you couldn't resist."

He was quiet for a moment then answered, "Because she smelled like you and I'm addicted to your smell, feel and taste Mistress."

Damn! I thought. He knew what that answer would do to me. "Turn over. I want to see your face."

He turned onto to his back and I scooted him close to the edge of the bed. "Legs up, knees bent and hold still."

I took the tip of my lubed cock and teased his hole until he relaxed and gave way.  Slowly I entered him until all of it was in. I stood still for a moment. Massaging his balls and slowly stroking his cock.

"Tell me again what I smell, taste and feel like." My own juice now running down my inner thighs as I start my own rhythm of penetration into his most sacred place.

"Mine."  I thought as I listen to his words, gasps and breathing.  "Mine."  As I took what belonged to me.


Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Hearts and Red Threads



Maybe you have notice, I know I have, that in your lifetime there are those people that seem to show up unexpectedly in your life and you know from the very first meeting that somehow they will have an impact on you and you on them.  I use to be naive enough to think that it was always a 'good' impact ... but as 'impacts' go some can leave you harmed and broken.  And maybe those have come to teach us lessons we need to learn in life. I don't know. But the majority of the people who have come into my life have blessed and enriched my life and hopefully they found the same true as far as my 'impact' on them.

Both of these images came across my Tumblr dashboard today and they both speak volumes to me. The first about the Red Thread connecting those who we are destined to meet and have them in our life.  Maybe only for a few days, maybe for months, years and for some a lifetime. Most of us can look back and point to those who have had this impact on us from the very first meeting. Some are people we go into business with, some are kindred spirits that have come to encourage and remind us of our goals and destiny.  Some become best friends, teachers, confidants and some, lovers. They are rarely forgotten.  They leave their mark on our souls.

But the best are the lovers. Hearts that are going about their daily business, unknowingly on a path that will intersect with the other, caused by that Red Thread.  And it seems immediately there is a 'knowing' about each other from the first look of the eyes or the combination of words put together in a sentence and conversations that say to your heart, "You are familiar to me."  And both hearts sense the connection. These are the connections in life with others that make life bearable in stressful and tough times.  They are the glue that holds our personal world together and gives us a reason to wake up each morning.

Celebrate those who are special gifts that are meant to enrich your life. Learn from those who may give you grief, but are still a gift nonetheless.


Monday, November 5, 2012

Transitions ~ Preparing for the Beauty and Lust ahead!

It's been a calm two weeks with NB back in CA handling some personal business along with work. I'm not very patient when it comes to transition times in my life.  I hate 'lulls' and just desire to move ahead to my next destination. 2012 has all been about transition and I'm feeling like shouting from the roof tops, "Enough is Enough!".  I know I still have some waiting time ahead as NB finishes going through his own transition and as I tell myself it will soon be over and we will eventually be settle into somewhat of a normal routine for our lives.  I sometimes wonder if there is such a thing! ;)  Our lives will never be what others describe as normal.  And that makes me happy.

Until then...I busy myself with work on my writing and research I've been doing for the past few months on a new page for this blog that will cover and give resources on information on the incredible wiring of our brain, how fluid it is, how magnificent it can heal and re-wire itself and how it all is connected to our sexually.  This was my original intent when I started this blog.  To dig deep into why we have the urges we do, and why somethings can't be explained away by childhood trauma, abuse etc.  I was never sexually abused as a child and for that I am thankful.  But I did suffer loss as a child.  My mother died when I was 10 and being the oldest of two children, that loss seemed to amp up the dominate nature that was already showing itself.

So as I've explored more into my own sexuality, I have gone on a quest to find answers and am hoping once this page is done and functioning it will help my readers on their own journeys of understanding themselves and those in their lives better.  The excitement of seeing that accomplished keeps me going through this transition period I find myself in.

I am thankful for those who follow along with this blog, taking a peak into my life, mind and soul and I desire the most life has to offer to enrich your lives.

I so love this image below!  It expresses how I feel about sexuality, BDSM, D/s relationships and wanting to ravish myself in all life has to offer. A beautiful submissive man, bound, surrendered and the woman just ecstatic at everything he has given to her and represents! You Go Girl!!!! Grab life and indulge yourself!



Saturday, April 7, 2012

Exposed and Chained to My Desires


 
Oh!  Did I forget to mention, my lovely slave, that not only do I enjoy ropes and seeing them wrapped ever so snugly around your strong physique.... but I also have this overwhelming need to see that body that you have so innocently surrendered to me in...yes...chains.  Chains that will test your strength. Chains that will be a symbol that you belong to another...me....Forever.  How else are you to show me your inner strength as well as your devoted unquestioning trust. You do want to please me?

I love how you kneel so still before me. Smelling and hearing the clanking of the chains as I wrap them around you.  You take in my scent, longing to taste and touch but your movements are limited. You know this is only the beginning of a long night. I'll take my time. :)  I'll enjoy keeping your cock erect, strong and dripping for me. Smoothing my hands along your body as I stand you to your feet and take your limbs and shackle you to the wall.  Spread eagle for me to admire my prize.

Exposed.  Just as I know you want to be. Known...intimately...deeply ...as you have longed for all your life.  To the world you are the Alpha Male.... to me... you are exposed through the softening of your eyes as they plead to be known and accepted. It is only when I take you and chain you that in your helpless state you are truly free.

Yes... It will be a long night.  We still have many barriers to bring down. But with each passing hour your bondage will release more sweet freedom.