Filed under: Sex is a Conversation | Tags: anticipation, deeper penetration, erotic, heart, intimacy, kiss, kissing, passion, phone, private thoughts, secret places, sex
I love my work. How lucky am I to experience such passion, daily. I love knowing that I am able to touch inside a man’s private thoughts as I do. One of my many desires is to make sure that my touch passes to the very core of you. I do want to be the one, that in our moment together on the phone, can take your breath away. I want those forbidden places to become mine.
One would think that in reaching into those places, that we are sharing the epitome of intimacy, of connection, and of touch. And yes, in so many ways we surpass those places. In actuality this private venue of the phone, allows for an even deeper penetration into those secret places that we all hold deep within. I enjoy the unveiling, and the sometimes sweet torturous process it takes to find you.
My time with you is complete and so very, very satisfying and fulfilling for me, on a myriad of levels. I am absolutely renewed as I know I have brought you down the path that you need. Your journey is so important to me.
So, what do I sometimes miss in all of this?
I miss the kiss.
I love kissing.
I miss the anticipation of the kiss.
If you have ever experienced the kind of kiss that takes your breath away, that makes your heart stop, that makes your head spin, then you know what I am talking about. And, there are no words to describe that.
There are so many kinds of kisses.
I miss the kiss.
Trust Yourself
By Bob Dylan
Trust yourself,
Trust yourself to do the things that only you know best.
Trust yourself,
Trust yourself to do what’s right and not be second-guessed.
Don’t trust me to show you beauty
When beauty may only turn to rust.
If you need somebody you can trust, trust yourself.
Trust yourself,
Trust yourself to know the way that will prove true in the end.
Trust yourself,
Trust yourself to find the path where there is no if and when.
Don’t trust me to show you the truth
When the truth may only be ashes and dust.
If you want somebody you can trust, trust yourself.
Well, you’re on your own, you always were,
In a land of wolves and thieves.
Don’t put your hope in ungodly man
Or be a slave to what somebody else believes.
Trust yourself
And you won’t be disappointed when vain people let you down.
Trust yourself
And look not for answers where no answers can be found.
Don’t trust me to show you love
When my love may be only lust.
If you want somebody you can trust, trust yourself.
Filed under: Sex is a Conversation | Tags: confidence, erotic power of words, partnership, sex, trust, tryst
There are so many thoughts that are brought to my mind with that simple, yet complex word, trust.
1). confidence in a person because of the qualities one sees in them, 2). a responsibility involving the confidence of others, 3). custody; care of, 4). to have faith, 5). to rely on, 6). to depend on, 7). to believe, 8). to confide, 9). to have faith.
There is an interesting partnership to our trust, that coincidentally follows alphabetically – Truth, Try and Tryst.
I could not have planned our partnership any better myself. I could not have planned our path together any better.
A sublime succinct succession of words. I love the erotic power of words.
I love where those words allow me to take you.
My last entry…November 6, 2008. I am some what embarrassed. Since then it seems a lifetime has all ready gone by. I have seen my birthday, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years and Valentines come and go. Time is traveling past me way too quickly. It certainly has a way of truly sneaking up on us, and quietly tapping us on the shoulder.
If you are a reader of mine, I hope you have come to realize, that I do not write every day, simply to write. I do not want my blog to become my grocery list and a recanting of my simple daily errands.
I want to feel what I write. It is just as I want to feel you, when we speak.
Thank you for your understanding, for your patience and for allowing me to join you on your wonderful erotic journeys.
I wish I had written this myself. But, I am so touched by the man who wrote this for me. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. It is an honor to be seen in this light by you. I only hope I now never let you down. I love this poem.
THE SEDUCTIVE WEB
Silently she weaves, patiently she waits, yinnish are her secrets, cunning are her ways.
She understands the draw, she knows her prey, with delicate craftsman-
ship, the web will pave the way.
Disguised of its power, inviting to the touch, the web has promise. OH so much! She is a passive predator of inherent expertise. She understands her power, with which no one can escape.
Now trapped and disabled, caving to the allure, his struggle will soon end, of this she is sure. With loving intent, a sympathetic captor, she will replace his grief, with sweet rapture. Still reluctant and confused, and weak of stature, it is the femininity that he is really after.
Bathed in her presence, with a renewal of spirit, she is the superior sex, whose power has no limit. But the ego carries on, in its ignorant self assertion, while the spider eyes new prey with confidence that is certain.
Filed under: Sex is a Conversation | Tags: discoveries, empowering, honesty, liberated, masturbate, pleasure, sex, sexual, vulva, wet, wetness woman
It’s raining.
When I masturbate, I love the silky feel of my wetness. I want to feel it, slowly. I want to rub it all around and through my bush. I want to tease my outer vulva and feel my lips swell. Then, to gently dip in, to try and reach the source of my wetness. I want to bask in the visceral response of my body.
I used to be so embarrassed at how wet I could get. I didn’t think it could possibly be normal. I don’t squirt. It’s just that it flows, and lubricates me, everywhere I need it.
I can now embrace my wetness. It has been my own private journey to accept my wetness. I know that it means I am ready. I know that it means I want to be touched. I know that it means I want to respond. I know that it means I want to give. There is an honesty to a woman’s wetness. I realize you have no way of understanding how powerful these discoveries have become for me in my own sexual growth. It is just so amazing, so freeing and so liberating for me.
I now know, that wanting to be wet, and wanting to feel pleasure, is empowering.
Filed under: Sex is a Conversation | Tags: a woman's breasts, breasts, cleavage, kissing, sex, sexual
I Love being a woman.
I read a great many blogs about sex. Most of them are a delight to read. Some of them can make my blood boil. But, all of them make me think. I enjoy hearing others thoughts and opinions about sex and our bodies.
I have been thinking a lot about breasts lately. Granted, mainly mine. I’ll come back to that. But then, my thoughts went to all womens breasts, and the way they are thought of, looked at and how they are needed.
Please, I beg you to put me out of my misery, if I ever begin to think that my breasts should not be cherished and revered by men. The following is an excerpt from a blog I came across . . . .
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“. . . So are breasts sexual?
Breasts are just a part of the “whole package” that makes a woman. Obviously they are beautiful, feminine body parts, yes, but the mere looking at them in some everyday context shouldn’t make men instantly think about sex.
We are not saying that men can’t appreciate woman’s breasts as feminine and beautiful body parts, or that man and woman can’t enjoy touching each other’s bodies during the intimate relationship. We are saying breasts are NOT supposed to be an immediate “turn-on”, a special obsession point for men.
The advertisements and media images play to the idea that men are supposed to be “all ready” the instant they get a flash of a breast. It’s not men’s fault though, if they think so, because they have been culturally conditioned to see it that way. So on this site we hope to fight back against this sad trend.
We’re saying let breasts be like legs and hips and neck and face etc. and all the other body parts – not some almost like inanimate objects that automatically ‘click men’s brains’ to the “turn on” mode. Some people mention to us Song of Solomon, which mentions breasts in a sexual context. BUT it clearly places breasts on the same level as other body parts, such as teeth, neck, and hair. . . . “
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Please never look at my breasts as just another body part. I know, I can hear the feminists screaming now. Because I also at times want my legs, my hips, my neck, my hair and my face, to be considered sexual parts of me too. Does that mean I don’t want to be respected and have my ‘whole package’ appreciated? Of course I do. I also want that little organ between my ears to be appreciated and respected. I know, I am demanding. : )
Having said that, may I say, that I love my breasts. I love having them peeked at, while I allow just enough cleavage to attract your attention. I want it to stir in you. I want you to think of having my breasts later. I want you to think of how they will feel to your hands and how they will respond to your touch. I want you to hear my moans when you touch me the way you know I like, the way I need. I want you to see that my nipples get harder because of the arousal you stir in me. I need you to kiss them, lick them, and suck them. Please take my breasts into your mouth. I am proud of my breasts and of how you want them, and of how I want you to have them. I want you to lay your face into them. Feel how soft, warm, fleshy, comforting and inviting that my breasts can be. I want you to find and know that comfort, warmth, nourishment, sexual energy, love, care and arousal – all from my breasts. I want them to sustain you. I want them to make you hungry for me. I want you to want them. I love your touch. I love that when you touch them, you listen to them, and you know them. I need how you make me feel.
How lucky are we as women? Our breasts. They give life sustaining fluid for our babies, and life sustaining care, to our men. It is truly a beautiful circle of care.
I love being a woman.
It’s raining.
I wish I could understand the affect that rain has on me.
It arouses me.
Why when it is so wet outside, does it make me so wet, inside?
Filed under: Sex is a Conversation | Tags: desires, erotic control, fantasies, journey, ravenous, secrets, sexual needs
I know that I have spoke of this before, but recently it has been deep in my thoughts.
In my chosen career I have to say again, that I find it more and more satisfying knowing that I have allowed a place for you to give to me, your most secret and treasured fantasies and desires.
This has become such a surprising revelation to me. I have found that as you open and share with me your private place, I absolutely want and need to delve in deeper and feel it with you. I am constantly surprised at how much I feed off of your secrets. I love knowing that I am the one you whisper them too. That I am the one who you can talk with. That I am the one who can take you on our journey of discovery.
Erotic control.
I become ravenous to know your needs.
