Jun 24 2017

Broken to Be ~ Part 5

Alex left him in the living room to dress as she went to her office calendar and wrote down his next appointment time on one of her cards. Rope Therapy by Alexandria. Next appointment, Tuesday, 6:00pm.  He was tucking his shirt into his slacks as she walked back into the room fingering the raised silver embossed letters on the sea-green colored card.

Rand’s cock had softened until he looked up and saw her. “Damn.” He mumbled as his hand rubbed across his cock’s head as he finished tucking in his shirt. He was drawn to her. It was an electrical current that ran through his core when she was before him. Different from the arousal he currently felt growing in his briefs. He wanted to know her. Talk with her. He didn’t want to leave. The 90 minutes had gone by too fast. He had felt in that time warmth…life. And not just in his balls. She was making him leave wanting more. More of her and more of what she stirred in him.

“It’s life.” She said, handing him the card.

“What is?” He responded puzzled.

“That stirring inside you.” Alex placed her hand on his stomach. “It’s life stirring…a beginning of an awakening. Small as it is.”

His first thought, ‘What’s stirring is not small’… brought a smirk to his face. But he knew what she meant. Yes, he felt that stirring also.

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Rand sat in his car in silence watching as the fading sun’s light still lit up the sky and surroundings. Silence…..when was the last time he sat still in silence? He laughed at that question and all the questions that were now coming to his mind. He closed his eyes and thought about her rope. Her hands. Her smell. Her touch reached deeper than his skin. With eyes still closed he could feel that touch. The wrapping of the rope, the melodic music in the background. The stirring in his gut started again. It was a foreign feeling. He liked it…wanted it. It seemed familiar…she seemed familiar. Too many thoughts… just breathe…” he mumbled.

The lyrics to the song ‘Bring Me Back To Life” by Evanescence started to roll through his mind…

“How can you see into my eyes, like open doors

Leading you down into my core

Where I’ve become so numb,

Without a soul

My spirit’s sleeping somewhere cold

Until you find it there and lead it back

Home….”

“Could she? Can she? Lead me back home?”  He felt her touch and the stirring of life.

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Alex stood watching him sitting in his car in the parking lot from her condo living room window. She could still smell his aftershave. She fingered the rope that had laid across his chest… across his heart. His faint energy still resided in its threads. “It will grow….that spark of life.” She whispered to herself. “You will awake …fully.” She spoke to his soul.

She held a little longer the sadness she had touched inside him. The sadness of being lost, heart frozen, realizing his state of being and not knowing how to wake up on his own.  Adrift…hoping for an anchor. “Don’t let me die here..”  she heard echo through his heart as she had tied him. It reminded her of the song, ‘Bring Me Back To Life” by Evanescence. She wondered if the lyrics were subconsciously written on his heart.

She let the rope drop to the floor along with his sadness. It wasn’t hers to carry. She had learned as an Empath to not let another’s soul journey become her own. She thought on the familiar energy within him and knew that there was history between them. He was family. Souls that had gathered together before on previous journeys. “This will be different.” she whispered. Different from any other who had come seeking awakening.

A warmth washed over her as she remembered how it felt to touch him. Then she heard the words again….“Don’t let me die here…” 

Alex walked to the refrigerator and poured herself a glass of filtered water. As she drank the cool freshness she felt his sadness wash away. She picked up her phone, found his name and sent him a quick text.

“That will do…”, she thought as she hit send. Next week would be more steps in his awakening.

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Rand’s phone pinged announcing the arrival of a text. Reluctantly he opened his eyes in case it was a client. It was Alex. “Keep breathing. ~ Alex”.  Closing his eyes again he did just that.

 

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Jun 17 2017

Broken to Be ~ Part 4

Rand found himself kneeling before his mind could question the movement.

“Close your eyes.” Was her next command whispered in his ear. “Just breathe….”

Her voice stirred visceral feelings in the pit of his stomach. Tiny streams of warmth fielding their way through small cracks beginning to appear along the concrete wall of his soul. Almost foreign was the flow of the sensation as he breathed and felt the warmth expand through his torso. She was close to him. Her own heat radiating around him as her hands slowly moved along the back of his head and fingers massaged away the fading tension along the base of his skull. “I could live here in this feeling.”  He thought to himself as more of him began to rest into her touch.

Alex could feel the synergy building. Her body hummed with the current that was flowing between her and Rand. A confirmation that he was letting go and allowing his own life force to emerge and mingle with hers. It was a good beginning.

He was about to fall asleep when she put one hand on the back of his head, another on the center of his back and lowered him to a bowing position on the floor. It was an effortless move. The stretching along his back muscles was welcomed.

Alex walked around and knelt before his bowed head. He was beautiful in her sight. Tension had left his muscles and the serenity of him bowing before her, bound, vulnerable sent shivers of arousal through her veins. Images of him sprawled across her bed…open…receptive to any of her desires filled her mind as she leaned forward running her hands over his well manicured head. “Focus Alex….he’s here to be broken…” She heard deep within her. Still there was a hunger for him building. “Breathe…” She whispered to him but also to herself.

 

From that position she started to untie the harness. Slowly lifting him back to a kneeling position to continue the methodical unraveling. Staying close…skin touching skin…taking her time…insuring he felt the movement of every strand as it, with purpose, released his frame. His body found a rhythm with hers. Moving with her as she worked the rope free.

Alex’s focus returned as she progressed along the work of loosening the rope. Why he had approached her. The principles needed to be laid within him. “Sometimes Rand, in the midst of living we can lose sight of why we came to this earth in the first place.” She continue to unwrap as she spoke.

“Parents, loved ones, buddies, society, feeling the need to fit in can at times run contrary to that reason. Mankind’s main objective here on earth is to learn of emotions. How to maneuver through emotions such as: pain, loss, heartache, love, rejection, joy, abandonment, fear, ecstasy, lust, jealousy…and ultimately forgiveness and compassion. The list is long. Not an easy task and especially difficult for the male gender.” Her fingers moved expertly through the rope as the strands slowly dragged across his flesh.

“You feeling numb and stuck is actually a good thing. It’s an indicator that somethings in your life are off course and there needs to be a correction. Impatience is another indicator but has led you to press past the problem to find a quick solution in distractions which have furthered you along the path of numbness and feeling stuck.” She stood up before him.

“And now you are here….”

She helped him up to his feet as the loosened rope pooled around him on the floor. He was hard again. His cock stretching toward her. He felt warm, cared for and his first reaction was to take her back down to the floor and ease his aching cock slowly into her. It was as if her cunt was calling unto him. He could hear her words and was agreeing in his heart with them but he hadn’t felt this relaxed in… he couldn’t remember how long. His primal instinct was to bury himself inside her. To come home.

“Rand…Open your eyes and look at me.” Alex’s hands were on each arm running over the rope impressions. Touching him was like touching a lover from times past. Unconsciously her hands seemed to know how to bring him pleasure. She took a deep breath and tucked those thoughts away.

“I said…And now you are here…”

“Yes. And I hear you.”

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Jun 16 2017

e[lust] edition #95 ~ Enjoy

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Welcome to Elust 95

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 #96 Start with the rules, come back July 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

 

~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

Size Matters

Driven to Distraction

Under the Sea

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

My London Bridge

A Kind Touch

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

Organised Orgasms

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Thoughts and Advice on Kink and Fetish

The Story of O (4) – Tears
Emotions and negotiations
Jeans genie

Erotic Fiction

crawling
Displayed & Defeated
Hangover Hunger
Broken to Be.
A Tarot Reading
Maddie’s virginity (last hours)

Erotic Non-Fiction

Spanking Miss S
Greedy Girls
Meet “Richard”
PHOTOGRAPHIC STIMULATION

Poetry

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Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

When you know “I’m in love”

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Cocks ‘n’ cunts

 

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Jun 07 2017

Broken to Be ~ Part 3

He watched her walk past him to the chair and sit. Her eyes seeming to exam not only her work but his soul. There was still a war going on inside him with being bound. When his mind wasn’t trying to logically figure out where this was going he was able to lean into its hold. He’d start to experience a small measure of peace. But quickly with another move of her body he was distracted and pulled back to his surroundings and his thoughts became more of taking her than surrender.

He watched her watching him. He wasn’t sure what to do or say. He shifted his body weight from one foot to the other. The sensation of vulnerability increasing as his erection slowly diminished. He had never before been uncomfortable naked in the presence of a woman. He had leaned on his physique as a shield to his heart. It had never failed as a measure of control and protection. Until now.

He took a deep breath, summoning up that shield. The bound rope digging into his flesh. As he opened his mouth to speak she put her right index finger against her lips to signal his silence.

She was enjoying the slight unraveling of his mantle before her and how he struggled to keep together and in check. “Tell me again why you’re here.” Her voice was stern and more authoritative.

“What fucking game is she playing?” was his first thought.  He took another breath to cover his impatience. “Again… I feel stuck and numb.”

She leaned toward him in her chair and rested her chin in her hands. “Even now?” she questioned. “I see you as impatient and impatience is a feeling and movement.” She smiled. “Maybe you need to explore that feeling?”

She rose and walked toward him stopping close enough for him to feel the heat of her body without being touched. Her hands fondled the rope that ran across his chest. “You are to close your eyes, listening only to the music and feel me work along this frame you’re so proud of.” She brought his head down and whispered in his ear, “I only want to hear you breathing.”

Resisting the urge to move toward her, Rand closed his eyes and thought about his friend that had referred her to him. He trusted his friend, he chose to trust her. He did his best to calm the impatience.

As she walked around him, touching, brushing across his flesh he could feel the stirring in the base of his balls. “Yeah…that doesn’t help,” he thought.

Alex was getting a sense of him. He was becoming easier to read which was the first sign of surrender. A slight opening of trust. She worked more rope around his waist and could feel his body leaning more into her own. She decided to stop right above his pubic bone leaving everything below free and untouched.

“Rand, think about why you’re impatient. Who within you is impatient? What are you impatient about?” She paused. “And it has nothing to do with your needy cock. Look beyond that need. His need you know well.”

She continued to work pausing again. Making sure she had his attention. “It’s the need behind the impatience that must be found. That’s where we’ll begin.” She stood behind him and cinched the rope tighter securing the last strand through the single column tie around his wrists and back up along the harness.

Her words wrapped around him as did her rope. Both words and rope following the harmonious flow of music filling the room. He felt his body starting to melt into the bondage of the tie and the rhythm of his breath moving his chest against its fibers. Each breath loosening some of the tightness that encased his heart. The band of stress that daily pressed across his forehead began to fade…slightly. He could still feel ‘impatience’ wanting a voice. And he wondered… whose voice was needing to be heard….

Alex could feel the shift in Rand’s energy. His shoulders relaxing. His surrender was beginning but she knew with him the journey needed to be slow, methodical. He was a warrior who had lost his purpose in a world that used his talents and charisma for profit. He’d be worth the investment of her time and energy. And for her there was a flow between them that seemed familiar. She’d not walk away from that.

She slipped her right hand under the center of the harness and pulled him into her. “Kneel.”

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Jun 01 2017

Broken to Be ~ Part 2.

She greeted him in black cropped yoga pants and a close fitting white tank top. Her long dark hair pulled loosely back in a bun. This casual first impression of her as a signal to him that this visit was not about her being a visual sexual object of fantasies conjured up in his mind but that this visit was all about him. The focus being on him. The journey, his and she was an instrument to guide him along the way.

He was polite and easily disrobed in front of her proudly displaying the care and attention he had given a well defined and toned frame. She warmly smiled which she knew he took as approval. In her reality the smile was the knowing that what she sought was hiding carefully behind that beautifully cared for body. She saw the investment of his duty to being physically pleasing as a path for him to learn to take as much care and investment in his true being.

‘How easily they hide behind the physical’, was her first thought. This meeting would be her finding his first thread of surrender.

The music from ‘Heart Meditations Radio’ was already filling the air around them in her living room. A cool evening breeze flowed through a slightly opened window enough to keep the room fresh and filled with life. She loved the freshness of air moving around her as she moved around those before her.

She brought herself near to him and touched along his collar bone. “Think about why you are here. Truly here. And tell me.” She stood behind him so he would speak truthfully.

He felt her warmth leaning against him as the breeze awakened his skin. He wasn’t sure what she wanted to hear.

“As I told you, I feel stuck. Numb.”

“Yes. I hear you.”

She was now standing before him. “Tonight is going to be about you listening.” She reached up both hands and lightly cupped his face.  Purple rope hanging from her arm.

“At first it will be me you’ll be hearing, feeling. But my voice is only to guide you to your own. The goal for tonight is for you to find and hear the voice that lives within you. Do you understand and agree?”

He had lost that voice long ago. Maybe she could lead him to it again. ” Yes, I understand and agree.”

The rope felt surprisingly warm as she began to drape it across his chest after securing his hands behind his back.

“Think of nothing but what your body is saying as I work the rope around you. Feel it against you. It’s texture pressing into you. The cinching of it around you. Remember the thoughts that start to fill your mind. I’ll want you to tell me about these things later. ”

Funny all he could think of at the moment was the smell of her natural scent as she moved around him. How the texture of the rope strangely rubbed against him and created a war of wanting to break free and at the same time fall into it’s prison. And his cock… was hardening, leaking and with his hands tied behind his back he felt vulnerable. And vulnerability was never a friend of his.

“Are you thinking Rand?” she whispered in his ear, standing behind him working.

“Yes.” Was all he was willing to share. What he was also thinking was would she be attending to his ever swelling cock! That was a subject that was never discussed between them. Or with his friend who had referred her. “Fuck!”  He thought as he closed his eyes hoping to ‘will’ her to his need.

She purposely avoided any contact with his cock that would try to press toward her as she moved around his frame. It was beautiful and no doubt a source of his pride and easy conquests. “A very spoiled member.” She thought to herself. Long and thick with a slight curve to the left that she was sure had brought many to orgasm. But just the same a cock that had no soul. Her aim was for him to find that soul and reconnect all of him to that source of life energy that would help him inhabit not only that beautiful cock with life but his whole being.

She stood behind him attaching another strand of rope and slipped the new piece through and over her previous work. His body hadn’t surrendered.

She let the rope drop and dangle behind him, walking away and sitting in a high back chair across the room.

She said nothing. Only sat there her eyes intently upon him.

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May 17 2017

e[lust] edition #94 ~ Enjoy

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Welcome to Elust 94

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~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

Always Coming Second

Balance

THREESOME – the card game

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The #500words Project ~ 2

#Pussy Pride

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Erotic Fiction

Forgiven
Finally A Prostitute
On Display
World Traveller
Red
Ms. Mona’s Online Dating School for Dudes

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

BDSM is Not My Source for Life.
Pure and Simple
Discussing Consent & Scene Negotiation

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

You can
All for one, or one for all…
He haunts me.

Erotic Non-Fiction

Oh no, I’m not.
the shoot begins
Raylene’s pain does not matter

Poetry

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White Tee Shirt

Body Talk and Sexual Health

Orgasm Challenge

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

A Kink Couple Fantasize About the Waitstaff

 

 

Elust 88

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May 13 2017

Broken to Be.

He was told that she had the ability to tear into the concrete wall that surrounded his forgotten heart. A wall built out of ignorance…not understanding that many of the troubles that had plagued his life had been meant to soften him, not harden him. Now at the tender age of 33 emotions that once flowed through his veins seemed to have vanished. He couldn’t remember the last time he cried. Or felt love, sadness…compassion. It wasn’t until this last breakup with a woman he thought for sure he loved; was planning on spending his life with and yet when she walked away, he felt …nothing. Not a tear. Not a flicker of pain flowed through his heart. Had he died? Was he part of the walking dead? What happened to him? Where did his humanity go?

He paused looking down at his shoes as he tied the laces. He tried to remember the pain of loss. The pain of regret.  When was the last time he felt remorse? Or even love? Five years ago? Ten? Fifteen? His fingers stopped moving, suspended in mid tie…Had it really been that long?

Before walking out the door he glanced at his reflection in the mirror hanging on the wall. There it was. Eyes that had lost their light staring back at him. “Where did you go?” He whispered as he starred into his hollow eyes. “I feel your heart beating. I know you’re in there. I’m going to find you again.”

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She had received his inquiry after being referred by a long time friend. A friend she had helped to find his lost soul again. A dear, courageous friend that had forgotten why he came to this earth in the first place. And now after many months of finding his own heart in the midst of her safety and trust he had sent another in search of freedom and sight.

How she loved to help them see. Help those who had lost their sight; to gain it back. To see wonder again shine through once darkened eyes. Men who had been locked away in their own prisons. Beautiful souls buried beneath the rules and protocol of a patriarchal society that told them to fight and claw their way to the top. Victims of a deep embedded message telling that life was all about the survival of the fittest. That the amount of carnage left behind as you climbed your way through life was weighed as your worth to the world.

No wonder their hearts had hardened and eyes had grown cold. No wonder their souls were lost along with the reason they decided long ago to journey here on earth. A journey meant to help them experience the very emotions they came to discover. The thrill of love. The sensation of passion and fullness of pleasure pulsating through their flesh. The pain and remorse of broken promises. The grief and loss of loved ones. The joy of newborn life and beauty seen, felt and embraced. All that made up the wonder of being human and made them feel truly alive. Something only time spent on earth could grant them.

In the midst of her own journey she was calling out to her tribe. Those souls who had gone out before her and to those who had delayed and now sought her on their own. How sweet it was when their paths crossed. Souls with history finding their way to familiar hearts.

She thought about the sound of this new man’s voice on the phone as she readied her strands of nylon rope across the cherry wood table. His voice sounded familiar. It had a tone that resonated within her. What she heard in a voice always told her what to prepare. Keys laid out before her in the reflections and tenor that was heard.

She picked up a section of rope and ran her fingers along it’s woven threads. Purple was the color she saw as he spoke to her during that first call. The rope started to heat under her touch. Energy began to flow from her hand into the threads confirming her choice. She closed her eyes and could see him standing naked before her. Few words would be spoken. He was a master of words..but not today. Today silence would be the master. Today he was only to breathe and learn how to BE.

 

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May 02 2017

Touch Me…Journey with Me.

As we journey through life, hopefully we attract into our lives those souls that touch and awaken a sleeping part of us… a part that now must emerge and find it’s place to direct us to our next stage of growth. A part maybe ignored through the process of daily life and now, out of necessity and urgency, answers the cries of our heart. Its voice must be heard. Its destiny unfolded.

Destinies are sometimes hidden and blocked by fear. Sexual destinies (our power and seat of life) buried under culture, society opinions and acceptance. Especially the sexual power and destiny of women. Even men have found themselves suffering some loss. Unsure of their path, confused and their rhythm for life unbalanced.

But there is a shift happening. I can feel it. An unrest brewing but it’s the seasons of unrest that bring about change. And I’m hoping this season is a change for the good. A change birthed in the need for authenticity. A cry for the fullness of humanity and each gender and identity expressing itself fully. Lives no longer ruled by fear or political correctness but by healed souls expressing the character and expression of freedom and wholeness in their lives.

This blog was started to bring about how I saw the lifestyle I was living and didn’t find expressed online. It’s always been about bringing clarity and a voice to many of the thoughts people have but never found the words to express.

I’m still here… I don’t plan on leaving but I can feel a shift. I’m listening to that voice that has co-created with me up to this point. The intuition that led me down a path of expression to bring to the surface an acceptance and beauty of full sexuality and desires for those who read.

I spoke of it here: Harmony and peace…where the natural state of man’s energy is wrapped in transparency and vulnerability… existing without fear. Bathed in the knowledge of confidence and acceptance, first of yourself and then of others.

With anticipation filling me I walk into each day wondering what awaits me. What will I hear, read and finally write.

That’s why I’m still here. To explore, to rip off the masks formed by other’s opinions and listen to that voice within that yearns to be expressed even more than before. To come into a fuller measure of ourselves. Our sexuality and the expression of that natural energy that can bring forth life in more ways than one, be given it’s rightful place of honor.

A season where touch is not feared but celebrated. Embraced with joy because of freedom and the healing a trustworthy touch can bring.

For those feeling the same..take my hand. Let’s journey together. There’s no distance in the spirit and your heart will beat along with mine as the path before us unfolds.

 

 

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