Liberation of Eroticism

“The true liberation of eroticism lies in accepting the fact that there are millions of facets to it, a million forms of eroticism, situations, atmospheres and variations. We have, first of all, to dispense with guilt concerning its expansion, then remain open to its surprises, varied expressions, and (to add my personal formula for the full enjoyment of it) fuse it with individual love and passion for a particular human being, mingle it with dreams, fantasies, and emotion for it to attain its highest potency.”

(Anais Nin, Eroticism in Women)

Published in:  on June 15, 2009 at 9:59 pm Leave a Comment

Bedtime Story for Boo – Part 2

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My eyes closed, I moan silently. My fingers stretch out on my vaginal mound, squeezing it gently as that familiar ache slowly builds within me. My mind goes back to our love-making on a Bangkok hotel bed. You are lying on top of me again.

Our bodies moist from the heat and our hearts beating fast from the passion exploding between us. Your mouth devours my lips hungrily, your tongue thrusting insistently against mine. I suck on it hard like I did on your cock. A guttural moan escapes your lips and with your free hand, you rub your palm against my pussy.

I imagine your fingers tracing light circles around my clit, teasing my cunt. Gently I insert my middle finger into the opening of my vagina. All the while I fantasize that it is your finger inside of me. In and out I plunge my finger, I moan as I recall your voice in my ear, whispering as I lay in bed. I think of you lying hard, loving yourself as you think of me and I quicken the pace. I alternate between rubbing my little swollen nub and plunging my finger into my now very wet and moist pussy.

The ache tremors within me and I wish that it is your hard cock sliding in and out of me. I start breathing heavily and visualize you standing at the foot of my bed. You are staring at me as you gently stroke your cock. I writhe from side to side, completely aroused at the thought of me masturbating for you.

I clutch at my breasts as my finger furiously tickles my nub. My eyes close again and see you in my mind, kneeling in between my legs. Your hard cock is in your hand and you bring it down against my vagina, rubbing it against my fingers.

I gasp and wish you would just fuck me as you continue to slap your cock against my swollen pussy lips. I open my eyes and sadly realize you are not there. But the ache is building within me, pounding for release and I slide my other hand under my pillow, looking for Willie, my trusted vibrator. ….end Part 2…to be continued

Published in:  on June 23, 2009 at 12:31 pm Leave a Comment

Bedtime Story for Boo – Part 1

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Its close to 2am, the night is still except for the almost silent whirr of the A/C. I climb into bed and look sadly at the message I missed on my phone. “Boo, tell me a bedtime story.” I push my phone aside knowing it is too late to text you. I lie back in bed, with thoughts of you racing through my head. The memory of your voice and the sound of your laugh keep ringing in my ears. The way you call me “boo” envelops every pore in my body, and filling me with a smile that just bursts on my face like sunshine through a cloud.

I stretch out on my bed wearing nothing but the pink baby tee I told you about earlier on in the night. Alicia Keys and Usher fill the quiet night with your favorite song, our first song, My Boo. I pick up my phone and read the messages you sent me when I was on my way to dinner. I smile as I read how I turn you on, how I make you hard. Slowly my other hand begins to wander, gently caressing my breast as I read how you throb for me. I tease my nipples, imagining you, hot and sweaty at the gym working out in the afternoon. They become hard and erect as I visualize you lying half naked, body glistening with sweat on a bench. Gently my hand wanders over my tummy sliding further below and I exhale as my fingers sweep lightly across my clit.

I close my eyes and imagine us both naked on a hotel bed in Bangkok. You are lying on top of me, your baby blue eyes staring into my dark brown orbs before you slowly glance down at my breasts just below your face. You take one light chocolate nipple into your mouth and slowly suck on it. I gasp as I imagine your pink lips on my creamy breast and my fingers find my pussy suddenly wet and moist. My body quivers as I run my fingers over my swollen clit.

In my fantasy, I am now lying astride you, my breasts caressing your face and I can feel your hard and erect cock pressing against my ass. I slither down your body, stopping when your throbbing penis stands just between my ample breasts. I look at you and smile. It’s that smile that makes you weak in the knees. My eyes locked on yours, I slowly slip my tongue out and gently lick my lips. I part them slowly and wag the tip of my warm wet tongue against the head of your cock. You throw your head back, eyes closed, you shudder. I suck on your wet moist cock and you moan as my lips slide up and down the length of your erection. You hold my head steady with both hands and thrust your cock deeper into my mouth. I swallow all of you as I gently caress your balls. Slurping and sucking I enjoy the taste of you in my mouth. …end of Part 1…

Published in:  on June 21, 2009 at 3:33 am Leave a Comment

Am I Enough?

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Wondering
Speculating
What uncertainty lies ahead?
 
Learning
Trusting
Should I lose myself to love once again?
 
Weeping
Wishing
When will I let go of the old and embrace the new?
 
Questioning
Asking
Am I enough for you?
 
Pondering
Prodding
Do I cast your strife away?
 
Arousing
Enticing
Do I satisfy your licentious desires?
 
Suspecting
Doubting
Whether I am worthy of your veneration?  
 
Beckoning
Beseeching
Are you in need of me as much as I am in need of you?
 
Seeking
Searching
Who am I without you by my side?
 
Longing
Yearning
How can I live without you?  
 
Wanting
Needing
You…

Published in:  on June 20, 2009 at 3:04 am Leave a Comment

Never Forgotten

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Cast me gently
Into the morning
For the night has been unkind

Help me to forget this pain I am feeling
Tormented from memories a past
Shackled, caged in eternity

Staring into the darkness
Sinking into the depths of loneliness
Struggling to find the meaning of it all

Words are fleeting
Emotions are raw
The light at the end of the tunnel, is there any?

Say whatever you will
Do whatever you wish
I am yours no longer to woe

A captive of love
A soul bound to oblivion
Emptiness and misery follow in pursuit

Seduced, abused, discarded
Peeling the layers of hatred off my skin
Purifying venial sins beyond the expiation of purgatory

Falling to the depths of nothingness
Seeking, weeping, loathing
The serenity of peace which eludes me

Cast me gently
Into the morning
For the night has been unkind

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M.A.ry

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In the still of the night
Her arms holding me so tight
Her skin sliding mine
Her eyes stared like the stars shine

Her mouth swallowed
The tongue followed
Her wet lips I taste
My hands on her face

She leaked and bit my neck
With thousands of petty pecks
Her hands grabbed my chest
Her temptation was more than a test

She held my delicate means
Interleave in her frail flower
We danced with formidable grace
Passion, fervour, adoration was our shower

We lounged on our backs
On my shoulder she rested
Closed our eyes with beams
I cry… Damn I’ve been molested….

(taken from dawnne-of-god.blogspot.com)

Published in:  on June 15, 2009 at 9:43 pm Leave a Comment

My Beloved

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I know there are days

When I seem so far away

You stop to ponder was I really there?

Know that I am always here

To wipe your tears, to hold your fears

For you… you are my angel

My cupid, my dearest friend

My confidant, my beloved Ernestine

Know that things may be different

Yet I am fervent

I am not the same because of you

But I am everything thanks to you…

Published in:  on June 11, 2009 at 3:59 am Leave a Comment

Lucas

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And he will never know…
About the letter I wrote,

And he will never know…
That I fell in love with him on that moonlit night,

And he will never know…
That I wept in prayer, for him to be mine,

And he will never know…
The tears I cried when we made love for the first time,

And he will never know…
That I cannot fall asleep without him beside me,

And he will never know…
That I secretly wished for a child to be his,

And he will never know…
How much I prayed, that going home would not be option…

And he will never know…
How much I truly love him…

And he will never know…
Of how afraid and terrified I am of losing him…

And he will never know…

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Why?

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You asked me, kind sir, why I love you
Baffled, fraught, harrowed you are
I hasten to ponder, no answer could I fathom
I say I love you for no rhyme or reason
For everything you are and everything you are not

The enigmatic stranger from a land far away
You beguiled my attention, my thoughts you did sway
I know nothing only that I am not the same
My life, my world you turned insane

You unclasped a mind long chained to sorrow
Unclenched a spirit once caged in epiphoric rue
Night after night you make me arrive
My capricious desires you devour
Passion, lust, love all in one
How can I go on if you are not around?

With each passing day I am falling
Into an ocean I fear I am drowning
Please kind sir, assure me that you are trailing
Come wither away we will keep on sailing

Truth be told I cannot live without you
A love so pure, can I believe it true?
A masked Don Juan or my soul mate be?
If mine eyes are pulled, then call me a fool
For I rather be deceived than not to have received

Stay with me please, kind sir say you will
Until the day the earth we fill
Be forever mine and no one else
As I take a chance
On this love that makes no sense

Published in:  on May 28, 2009 at 10:54 pm Leave a Comment

Is She Worth It?

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if she is not with you

to lay beside you

to whisper that she loves you

to hold you close throughout the night

to embrace you at morning light

then no, she is not worth it

it wasn’t worth it

you my love are worth no goodbyes

if you could only see you through mine eyes

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