How Do You Maintain Intimacy In A Long Distance Relationship?

Phone sex have long been used as a way to maintain intimacy in a relationship. If you have done this before I am sure you know that it can cause for the desire to build up until you are ready to release when you finally meet again. As you all know I am in a long distance relationship with my husband now and we resort to sending messages of how much we want each other through email and chat. We have not really relied on using up our phone credits to do it. It could be very expensive to say the least. Skype is also a good alternative if you want to use your sense of hearing and seeing at the same time. 

I received an email from my husband a couple of days ago and he detailed one of his fantasies. Wow! Was it wonderful? I basically wet myself while reading it. I could not wait for us to meet again and be behind closed doors. It would surely be explosive. I am not sure what is better than welcome home sex. What do you think? 

Before you dabble in using available technologies for phone sex pr sexting (sext through text), you may want to read some tips. 

Do you have any tips on how to maintain intimacy in a long distance relationship? I would love to know... 

Sexy Sunday Series 15: The Oral Caress

It is Sunday once again and I will be featuring erotic poetry for you.

The Oral Caress

by Robert W. Birch

Copyright 2001

Cradled between your tender thighs

I lift you to my mouth.

The abundance of your wetness greets me

and my mouth overflows with your warm essence.

Your sweet taste is on my tongue

and your fragrance delights my senses.

No gentle lick this visit.

No bashful cautious approach

For I wish to consume you.

Push against my hungry mouth

As the tip of my tongue slides up the slippery furrow

that welcomes me between rows of delicate pink petals.

Thrust against my generous tongue.

Show me the power of your desire

for my oral caress.

My exploring tongue lifts the hood

and finds your smooth firm pearl.

You squeal in that unique way,

signaling that I have found your special spot.

I harden in response.

My jaws protests what my open mouth provides

but I am unrelenting in my gift,

intent only on your fulfillment.

I feel your body tense,

and you are quiet now...

Concentrating... bearing down.

Soon now my love,

ecstasy approaches.

You push hard and fast against my tongue,

shameless in using me

and I so willingly comply

until you cry out...

and in your satisfaction,

I will find mine,

But mine will be the greater.

I hope y'all like the featured poetry and pictures for today. Please comment below and let me know if you have any requests or if you like to have more of these posts. Have a safe Sunday!

Sexy Sunday Series 11

First, let me apologize for having a Sexy Sunday Series break for two weeks. I just got too wrapped up in the daily trappings of my life and I have been sick as well that I was not able to provide your Sunday dose of sexiness. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this Sunday's offering...

I Had To...

"I had to please you. I long to please you so I kept rubbing my swollen clit with my pussy’s slippery wetness. I wanted to cum so much and after a few minutes of focusing on you in my mind, I had a huge orgasm that sent shivers through my body. I cried out that I loved you and let the aftershocks flow through my body, imagining you were holding me close to you."

Tonic of Wildness

We need the tonic of wildness. … At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be infinitely wild, unsurveyed, and unfathomed by us because unfathomable. We can never have enough of nature. 

–Henry David Thoreau, Walden

It's You I Crave

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.

Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.

Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day

I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,

your hands the color of a savage harvest,

hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,

I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,

the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,

I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffling the twilight,

hunting for you, for your hot heart,

like a puma in the barrens of Quitratúe.

Pablo Neruda, “One Hundred Love Sonnets: Morning, XI”

He Makes Me Feel Like...

He makes me feel more alive than anybody else. What has he done to me to make me feel this way? Is it passion sparking of an unstable fire? Is it lust in his lips? Or is it love in my eyes? All I know is I am happy. Finally, realistically happy. What can I do? I want to be forever lost in the depth of his eyes. Wandering aimlessly, alive and amazed that such a thing could happen to me. How is all I can wonder.

The touch of his lips against my skin. The depth that I feel in his whole. What can this be if it is now? Can it be real and true? I wait as the days pass, each growing richer than the one before. Full of light and desire. Hope and fullfilment. I need his touch, his kiss. The sound of his voice resounds. I long every second I am away from him. Knowing that soon we will come together in a thunderous rage. Both eager. Both willing. The need to great to stay apart for too long.

His eyes fill when he sees me. Mine glow as equally. My skin warm from the desire we feel. The need to be close. Emptiness chased away by the presence of him. Touch me. Now. Take me away from Hell and call my name out loud to those who do not know me. Tell them I am yours as you hold me to you, fighting through the cold to lay me down on a billowing blanket of hope.

My eyes close. His lips touch me. Kisses falling like spilled drops of wine. Sweet. Tender. I am whole. - Eros Painter

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.” — Anaïs Nin

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

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. 

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

us,

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:

only

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...

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

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.

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

Sweating

Panting

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!