Thursday, March 31, 2011

Marvelous Bliss

“I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.” — Ana├»s Nin

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

A Borrowed Story: Room 610

“Its room 610, the door will be left slightly open, go in, put on the blind and sit on the bed and wait for me, dont do anything, dont say anything, just be a good girl and sit and wait.”

the door was slightly open and she pushed on it, her heart thudding so hard she could see it through her shirt before the light of the hall disappeared, and she swore if he was on the other side of that door, he would hear it

she dropped her coat on the desk chair and saw the sleep blind on the desk, she picked it up, and laced her fingers around it to slide it on, a last shaky breath coming from her lips, almost resigned to what she was about to do, surely there was no out at this point.

She was in a strange room in a strange hotel of a strange man she had only met via the phone and emails, well she had come this far, but still, she could just put the blind back where she found it, put her coat back on, and be out in no time…..unless he was behind the door as she came in, which she wasnt sure if he was or not……but without even meaning to, she is slipping the blind over her face and fumbling toward the bed in the dark.

The blind is disorientating, the room is already dark, now everything is foreign and strange, almost unreal and dreamlike, she hears her heart thudding as she sits, waits, palms damp, and then a door closes, and she hears the lock click over and the safety chain slide and catch, she quickly pats her pants pocket, cell phone just in case….in case what?!!

He is next to her, kneeling up behind her on the bed in moments, his hand around her neck, pressing his mouth down on an exposed shoulder, pulling at the shirt she is wearing, biting down on her and pressing on her neck so roughly, she cant help but gasp, his other hand under her shirt grabbing her breast. - Writer

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Spring Break Memory

When I was in college, I always looked forward to spring break. It was always fun. Every spring break is a cornucopia of memories, a moment so packed with good times, bad times and naughty times. It has always been a break full of wonderful times under the sun, partying until all our knees get so weak and tongues just muttering inaudible words.

I could never forget the time when I partied all night and had to go home carried by a guy friend who kissed me after I hurled. I didn't know whether to be shy or to slap him. We just laughed over it the next morning when I teased him how pathetic he was for kissing me at my most vulnerable state. Then again, that teasing I did gave him the balls to come up to me and ask if I can make his spring break more memorable for him. He was cute and a chiseled body plus we have been friends for too long so I thought why not. The sex was not the best but he tried and give it his all but still it ended like a case of another "wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am". Yes, I popped his spring break cherry so to speak.

We're still friends until now but that spring break incident was never repeated. And let's leave it at that. Not to be cruel but I would have rather spent my time alone in bed with a few toys from EdenFantasys and I could have been happier. 

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Do you have an unforgettable spring break memory? I would love to know...Please do share. 

NOTE: Pictures are for illustrative purposes only. Photo credits belong to the rightful owner and are not mine. 

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Sex and Love and Love and Sex

Sex can seem like everything and nothing at the same time. If we measure our hours with someone, so few of them are spent rolling around in bed. Yet sex is the one thing that distinguishes our relationship with our partner from all others. It’s the most intimate way to know another person but thrives in mystery. It’s like that optical illusion: See it one way, and two people are staring into each other’s eyes. See it the other, and all you have is an empty vessel. – Amy Maclin, “Big Love”

Perhaps a day will come
when a man
and a woman, like
will touch this love and it will still have the strength
to burn the hands that touch it.
Who were we? What does it matter?
They will touch this fire
and the fire, my sweet, will say your simple name
and mine, the name
that only you knew, because you alone
upon earth know
who I am, and because nobody knew me like one,
like just one hand of yours,
because nobody knew how or when
my heart was burning:
your great dark eyes knew,
your wide mouth,
your skin, your breasts,
your belly, your insides,
and your soul that I awoke
so that it would go on
singing untilt he end of life.

It's In There Somewhere...Go Deep!

Our lovemaking is so stormy and theatrical that we keep tearing into each other, and when we do, we tear holes. Sometimes what we do is more like fighting than love. We slam each other around. I think we’re trying to find each other’s souls, knowing they must be in there somewhere, close to our undernourished hearts, go deep. Go deeper still...

Monday, March 28, 2011

Feeling Lonely and Alone

I just think that sometimes it is less hard to wake up feeling lonely when you are alone than to wake up feeling lonely when you are with someone else. Some people would be better off alone, but they feel they’ve got to get hold of someone to prove they’re worthwhile. – Liv Ullman

I Lust After James Deen

Just look at the way he passionately makes love to his partners...
Just look at the way he looks at his women...
Just look at the way he evokes willingness to satisfy his partners...
Just look at the way he exudes primal lust...
Just the way James Deen can do...

Ahhhhhh James Deen, what do I do to have a piece of you? :-)

Make Time For Sex

You've gotta *make* time for sex. No, really! It's not just gonna happen on its own.

The Nude Are The Bold

The nude are bold, the nude are sly
To hold each treasonable eye.
While draping by a showman’s trick
Their dishabille in rhetoric,
They grin a mock-religious grin
Of scorn at those of naked skin.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Sexy Sunday Series 6

You make me feel like I wanna be a dumb blonde
In a centerfold, the girl next door
And I would open the door and...
I'd be all wet...

Inked Girls

Do you find girls with inks hot? I do. I don't have any on my body though. I just couldn't find enough courage and self-will to undergo a painful session. I'm a chicken sometimes...

Hope you enjoyed the video. Have a good day y'all!

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Sly Innuendos and Hot O's

It usually starts with whispers, and then a need to have an earth-shattering orgasm. Squirming...

Thursday, March 24, 2011

You Fucking Me Makes Me Bilingual

I am listening to an erotic audio right now and I can't help but be aroused. The voice of the girl narrating her experience with a stranger she met at a bar and took home after is very seductive. I am unbelievably wet right now. Oh her moans...

Ah those images of two people trying hard to satisfy each other's carnal needs sends me helpless. My toes are curling. All I want right now is to jump into a stiff cock and ride until I cum so hard. You know the kind where your tears run down your face because of the euphoric bliss that you feel. Oh la la... 

"Laying back on my bed, my head propped up on a few squishy pillows, my cunt was already throbbing, slick, and boiling. I closed my eyes and teased myself. Imagining your fingers swirling around my nipples as someone might idly swirl a spoon through coffee."

Ah this is what months of pent up pleasure can do to you...errrrr me! :-)

Subconsciously I find myself rewinding our love scenes
In my daydreams
Seeing that face you make when you’re making me cum
And it makes me want you right there and then
My thighs quiver in anticipation of deep penetration which gets me high
Body rising
Make-up melting
Pulling my hair and
Scratching my back
I get a temporary case of tourettes because all I can say are four letter words in a four octave-range screaming your name

Aye papi, eres tan grande y tan duro y mo lo das tan bueno…tu eres mi pecado mortal…cojelo otra vez… You fucking me makes me bilingual!