Feb 23 2017

Unlocking the Man…with Pieces of Me.

My eyes… Some say they have the ability to pierce through to one’s heart. It’s an intensity I have felt through them since I was a child. My heart is filled with intensity. The pumping of my blood through my veins flows hot and methodically as if soldiers in my vessels bark out orders to take care of this house of flesh properly.

But my eyes….they rule this house of flesh. They turn away from cruelty, arrogance, ignorance and bigotry. They seek peace, beauty, acceptance, validation of the soul and the treasures in others.They also see…far. It’s a blessings and at times a struggle.

I see people locked up in their own emotional prisons made with the brick and mortar of words lathered with hate and fear. I see glorious hidden treasures filled with promise under lock and key covered by insecurities and actions played out in pain and sadness, authored by that very fear. Souls struggling to come into the authentic being they were meant to be…to bless, touch and amaze this earth with their magic.

I try to stay clear of the young ones. They can break your heart with their hunger and most can’t come close to paying the price of ripping out the lies that hold them bound.

Then the exception showed up ….his words spoke of one willing to pay.

“…The man messaging you now is a young man exploring his own masculinity. He is curious and wants to find out about his desires. He wants to learn to work with them and not be afraid. Not ashamed of what gives him his own sexual power. I am a man seeking connections, relationships and friendships ….. Those who want to use tools such as trust and vulnerability to dig down to the core of our desires. What makes us who we are at a primal level. I am learning to come into me and would love to have more friends to discuss and be inspired with….”

He had reached out to me months before with flattering words and I digitally patted his head as a ‘good puppy’ and sent him on his way.

This time I heard his sincerity. This time I engaged in conversation. This time I looked closer and saw a young king. A young, scruffy little lion cub marked and scared from the play yard of his childhood and yet still able to recognize a familiar sound that called out to him of greatness. A sound that lingered deep within him and spoke softly to him at night in his dreams. The same sounds he felt echoing in his soul as he read my erotic words.

Those words played into his young fantasies of a powerful woman and surrender. The fantasies that stripped from him any responsibility to come to terms with his own power that lived hidden inside him. The problem with fantasies is, if they are not a result of the truth that lies within you, when faced with one who lives in truth they crumble as light shines on their foundation.

His own words of “…tools such as trust and vulnerability to dig down to the core of our desires.” ripped open his terrified heart.

He was called on his bullshit as the lion who lived inside rose and he was faced with his true desires. To rule, to build, to create and to lead. He became not only vulnerable to me but to himself.

He wept in my arms as he felt the safety and familiar comfort of the old identity lose its hold. The cold breeze and uncertainty of the future swept into his heart knowing that he had to find this path on his own. That others would come as he was ready to receive them but the putting of one foot in front of the other and being open to those teachers and mentors along the way was his responsibility.

I watched him hit the wall. I watched as he debated whether to push forward or fall back into what was familiar. His walls cracked and he glimpsed his future.

One gift he gave me was the confirmation that I had chosen wisely and that indeed he was willing to pay any price for freedom.

Another gift (among the many) was on our last full day together.  I watched the steady unfolding of his genuine surrender to the application of my rope as he melted, body, soul and spirit under my touch. It was the culmination of hours spent owning the vulnerability and revealed truth of the previous days. The awakening to himself and the responsibility to keep growing in that revelation.

My flesh dissolved into his flesh as I wrapped and bound his new found power. Both our spirits soared as he abandoned himself to me without thought and we journeyed together where time no longer existed. It was heady. It was sensual. It was glorious.

Reluctantly I set him free. I can’t bring someone to that level of freedom without it costing me pieces of my own soul and heart. But life is about giving of ourselves. And there are pieces of him that will live inside of me.

As he journeys toward his destiny I continue along my own path. Much more secure and peaceful in trusting in what these eyes see.

And a promise to each other to never settle for less than what we both know can exist between two blended souls.

Live strong! Live well my young king!

The Young King

 

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Feb 19 2017

e[lust] edition #91 ~ Enjoy

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Welcome to Elust 91

The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at Elust. Want to be included in Elust #92 Start with the rules, come back March 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

 

~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

Forcing Growth

In Stitches

The Instrument and the Ornament

 

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Imagine? You Might Wish You Hadn’t!
she’s picture perfect

 

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

Morning Stretch

*You really should consider adding your popular posts here too*
All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

 

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

Amber alert
Spanking: Chapter One
‘How To’ Femdom Series
Play it safe
Formative Kink: “The Happy Hooker”

Erotic Non-Fiction

Follow Your Heart
Humiliating Raylene: Kissing Lynette
THREESOME – prepared
Leaving Questions Unanswered

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Genital shame in the news
Cock and Balls Sling Demonstration

Poetry

Chastity, No Boner: A Lusty Limerick
Roleplay (inna damp, dark alley)

Erotic Fiction

Portraits of You
Addicted
Words of Fuck

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Nothing good can come from this
UNCLEAN: Dirty, Sweaty, Filthy, Messy Sex

Events

GRUE

 

 

Elust 88

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Feb 12 2017

The Power of a Fearless Foundation.

“I don’t think I’m submissive Miss.  I’m not feeling it.”

He was blindfolded, bond to the bed, naked, spread eagle on his back with a vibrator partially in his tight virgin ass. She knew the truth as she gently pushed past the first sphincter muscle. His sexual energy had dropped. She might as well had been giving him an annual prostate exam.

She slowly backed out the vibrator and quickly untied his limbs. He removed the blindfold and sheepishly lowered his eyes.

“It’s ok…really.” She lifted his chin. “Look at me.”

She ran her fingers through his thick black hair and was thankful for the now exposed open door to his heart . “Life is not that black and white.”


Part of maturing is being able to identify the emotions of who we are now vs the emotions of the inner-child. Many times we can remain locked in time emotionally through fantasies due to the fear of moving forward into truth that only the reality of life can bring to the surface.

In our fantasies we are the creator, director and star of what we believe triggers our sexual desires. A familiar scene that is comfortable and safe because we are in control. What we don’t understand at times is that the inner dialogue of that scene may be authored by the emotions of our inner-child. Dialogue formed from the words of others or ourselves based out of error, fear and pain. Which is why I try to move from fantasy to reality as soon as possible to avoid time spent and invested in a false truth.

I cherish every relationship that comes my way. It’s never about identifying a role but bringing forth the flesh and blood human being. Our sexual triggers may change as we grow and evolve. That’s a good thing! Feeling comfortable and solid in our own identity is golden.

With each relationship I hope I can provide a safe haven to work out the journey from fantasy to reality so that the life lived is authentic. To take the incorrect words of the past and replace them with powerful words of truth to build a new fearless foundation.

Sometimes it’s at the cost of my own pleasure and need.

A cost that continues to shape my own evolution.

 

The Young King
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Feb 07 2017

Sexual Energy: Your Energy Interacting with Others.

SEX & AURAL ENERGY: HOW YOUR INTIMATE ENERGY INTERACTS WITH OTHERS

Pay attention to whom you share your intimate energy with. Intimacy at this level intertwines your aural energy with the aural energy of the other person. These powerful connections, regardless of how insignificant you think they are, leave spiritual debris; particularly within people who do not practice any type of cleansing. Physical, emotional or otherwise.

The more you interact intimately with someone, the deeper the connection and the more of their aura is intertwined with yours. Imagine the confused aura of someone who sleeps with multiple people and carries around these multiple energies? What they may not realize is that others can feel that energy which can repel positive energy and attract negative energy into your life.

“I always say, never sleep with someone you wouldn’t want to be” – Lisa Chase Patterson

 

“…If you have sex with positive, loving, uplifting people – that wonderful energy is absorbed and uplifts you. If you have sex with negative, pessimistic, unstable, depressive people – that energy will have you crashing down and uninterested in day-to-day life…”

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The above article makes some valid points about the energy of others mixing with our own especially when it comes to intimacy. (Please click on the title to be taken to the full article)

Whether you believe in ‘aura cleansing’ or not most of us have felt at times in our lives ‘out of sorts’ and battling emotions and energies that seem foreign to us. During those times it may be a good idea to take a close look at who we are intimate with. What is the effect of their energy on us?

Sometimes we can get so focused on the physical that we forget that intimacy also effects us in our soul & spirit. In turn changing our own personal energy.

If you find yourself feeling stuck, scattered, sluggish, unmotivated, emotionally and creatively block…..you may need to cleanse your personal energy.

Take a bath in Epsom Salts.

Walk in the sunlight!

Go for a swim.

Feel your emotions. Cry… laugh!

Maneuvering through life has it’s own challenges without taking on the challenges of others not meant for you.

You are equipped with your own energy source to fight your own battles.

Intimate partners can create an even greater energy source to accomplish more together than separately when aligned in harmony

Just some food for thought.

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Jan 31 2017

New, Shiny and Locked Up.

So why do we have this desire to lock up our men?

I went shopping today for something I’ve been wanting in my toy bag for a long time and never got round to buying. Subs I’ve had in the past had their own cock cage so I never put forth the effort to purchase one of my own. That all changed this year. The need and desire to have this accessory on hand when I wanted became important to my upcoming plans.

As the sales girl (couldn’t have been more that 20!) opened the locked glass display cabinet I was impressed with the choices that were laid out before me. My mind flipped through images of cocks that have been in my past and finally decided on one cage I’d like to see encasing any of them.

A bit of an evil twinge ran through my heart and a smirk turned up the corners of my mouth as the weight of the stainless steel cage felt heavy in the palm of my hand. “Damn!” I thought. “No forgetting that being worn for hours.” 

Why shiny stainless steel when there are so many other styles to choose from? Easy…I like seeing the flesh of the shaft pushing through the bars. And I like a shiny new adornment! It makes a man look more like a medieval slave.

I know… Gawd!  It’s that whole gladiator, captured warrior fetish of mine!

Why do I desire to lock up my men?

I’m a predator and enjoy a captured prey.

 

 

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Jan 28 2017

Weekend Hunger: Addicted

“And what do you want from me? ” he asked over the phone still a bit unsure if his trust was premature.

She had been looking over his many pictures and videos sent over the weeks leading up to his arrival. In 24 hrs he would finally be standing before her. Naked, ready and vulnerable for his first of many inspections. Her new muse and subject to be enjoyed for however long their connection served their desires.

She closed her eyes and let his breathing bring back the memories of his staggered breath released as he edged himself in videos for her pleasure.

“Miss…?” he asked.

“I’m here.” she assured him.

“Listen closely my precious deviant young king….” Her words bringing him to acute awareness.

“I want you dreaming of me every night and waking up at 3 am with your cock, my cock, already grasped by your hand. Pre-cum dripping through your fingers.

I want you waking up at dawn with memories of dreams so real that you can taste the essence of my flesh upon your lips.

I want you craving almost every moment to desperately belong to me…only me. My deviant slut, toy, servant, love and precious obedient young king. You… strip naked, marked…owned.

I want your depraved thoughts mingled with mine until we have blazed our own trail and written our darkest fervent words upon the other.

I want you so ruined sexually that no one else will ever fill the void that brought you to me…but me.”

The last sentence gave him pause. Her words…“so ruined” rumbled through his chest.

What if he was… ruined? What if he never found with anyone else what drew him so deeply to her?

Her soul called out to his. A deep calling out to deep. Every time she reached out to him, no matter how often during the day, a feeling rose from his core and as a dirty little whore he answered her bidding. She had already captured his thoughts, soul and heart.

Maybe he was already ruined.?

What he knew for certain…he was addicted.

 

Weekend Hunger is about finding an image or two, along with a short writing ( 50+ words) that illustrates and describes your hunger. I’d love to hear what makes you hungry. Submit your own image/images or image/images from Tumblr (with credits) by Friday 5pm PST.  Show me what makes you hungry on a lazy weekend! (Click image for credits. )

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Jan 24 2017

Written on His Soul

“Did you know that if I could see you through spirit eyes that I would see the words of your life written upon your flesh?”  She slowly ran her hand along his naked body with fingers weaving curiously through his wavy black chest hair. She loved feeling it slip through her fingers. It reminded her of the difference between them. The obvious masculine of him compared to the smooth skinned feminine of her. The movement of the soft brushing sensation of his man-fur as his body rubbed against hers in the heat of fucking or the lounging of a peaceful Sunday afternoon.

“Yes…” she continued as his smile encouraged her to tell him again how she saw him.

“I’d be able to see what words inflicted pain and whether the wounds had healed or were continually reopened by toxic relationships in your life.” Her fingers outlined the scar along his groin from a past operation.

“Or have those inflicted cuts into your soul healed like this scar has healed.” She reached down and ran her tongue along the inch and a half disfigured mark. “And can your soul feel as your flesh feels the warmth and wetness of my tongue?”

He moaned under her touch. “Yes, I feel you everywhere. On my flesh and in my soul.” His hands reached down and gathered her hair, moving it off her face so he could watch as her mouth moved across the flesh of his freshly shaved pubic bone and up along his hardening cock.

“And if I mark you with my words, will they be strong enough to conquer those who have held you in bondage? ”  She reached for the slim black pen next to her on the bed. “Will they cut spiritually deep enough and merge to always rise up when you encounter doubt and fear?”

The smell of the maker started to fill the room. He watched as she held the skin over his pubic bone tight and formed the first letter. He closed his eyes and imagined every evil saying spoken over his life vanquished with the inscribing of each word. He felt her energy moving through him toppling high towers and fortresses as she sat at the center of his core and proclaimed through her markings who he was.

She purposely moved over his body writing on the back of his hands the words HEALING and LOVE. Over his heart WHOLE. Over his lungs BREATH. Upon his forehead WISDOM and CLARITY. And on the tops of his feet CONFIDENCE and HUMILITY.

She stood and looked over her handiwork. Her heart spilling over with tremendous love for the man who had entrusted her with his. She took a picture of him with her phone, then crawled up on the bed and curled into his arms.

“Which marking did you feel the deepest in your soul?” she asked as she brought the picture up on her phone.

“The deepest mark felt was the first. Along my pubic bone. At the center of my core.”  He pulled her closer. “It was as if bricks and mortar where shattering with every letter you formed.”

“It’s because that first word is how I’ve always seen you from the beginning.” She turned the phone to him and zoomed in to see the words MY KING boldly marked across his flesh.

“Did you know that I can see you through my spirit eyes?” Her smile warm and soft …. her eyes piercing his heart.

He rolled on top of her and pinned her to the bed with his marked hands of HEALING and LOVE.

“I know you.” His words rushed into her. “I knew you before I met you.” His fingers traced around her eyes.

“Yes, you see me.” He continued. “Your sight brought me here.”

 

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Jan 18 2017

Whimpering…Fuck!

She never would have guessed that hearing him whimper would trigger her so deeply!  “Fuck!”, silently slipped through her lips as the ragged sound from his desperate need filled the air around them.

For the past hour he had been kneeling naked before her on the carpet edging the sensitive uncaged cock that had been locked up all day while she was at work. Throughout the day he had been instructed to send pics and videos of him edging and dripping. Each one sending her hand to her crotch cupping the aching cunt that was increasingly missing his touch.

He greeted her at the door upon her arrival from a long day of meetings, calls and clients. All the pent-up tension rolled away at the sight of his naked, caged, inclined body before her. She wanted to lift his bowed head and crush it into her cunt. Instead she extended her high heeled foot and bumped against his swollen stuffed erection. The moaning from his mouth gave way to whimpering as she swayed the caged cock back and forth.

Now as she lounged on the couch drinking a glass of her favorite red and checking emails on her laptop, he knelt naked and free before her, blindfolded and stroking a dripping cock that longed for release.

Blindfolded because the angst in his expressive eyes were enough to break her heart.

Blindfolded because the power of his whimpering escaping with each breath and moan flooded her cunt.

Blindfolded because she thrived on seeing him lost in a world of her making.

She long forgot about the emails and watched as tremors of mounting angst mixed with pleasure move through his body accentuating every muscle and curve. His breath momentarily stopping as he drew too close to ejaculation. Will power fighting with desire as his hand trembled above a hungry, beyond needy cock.

She ran the top of her bare foot along the under side of his cock and there it was. The whimper that seemed to rumble through his core.

As she toyed with him she wondered how long before that whimper would be in her ear as he entered her…..

 

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