Mar 07 2017

When You become a Prize.

Wanting what you’ve been told you can’t have.

The word No.

Many find it hard to hear and accept ‘No’.

They may at first say, yes, I understand…this is for the best. The best for us both in the long run. Then days maybe weeks pass and all of that understanding becomes somehow muddy in their thinking and they are back, maybe not directly asking back into your life but walking around the subject looking for an open crack in your heart to step through. Eventually pleading for another chance. Forgetting all the conversations that lead up to the end of the relationship. The clean end. The carefully thought out end with as little casualties of the heart involved. That was your goal, your desire, your hope.

But they’re back. And this time it’s not about you but about them. Their perception of themselves. Their fears and insecurities. Their validation. It’s no longer about the ‘why it ended’ but that you ended it. And in that ending they lost their way because their identity was wrapped up in having you. Their idea of you. Their idea of you both as a couple. Their identity was in how others saw you together. And now they have become invisible in their own eyes.

Their life is falling apart because you are not in it. And that my friend is confirmation that you ‘walking away’ was the best thing for you.

Whether it’s the beginning of meeting or the ending.

When you realize it’s the prize of you they want and not really you (because if they knew you they would understand you and why the two lives don’t blend) then it’s easier to not be swayed by their need of you.

”To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

 

~ Vista ~
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Mar 05 2017

Curves and Hair on Men ~ Want!

I happen to like curves on men. I love firm adorable butts that beg to be bitten. A small waist that flows up to strong wide shoulders. Thick thighs that tell me if he wants to pin me down on the bed with them… he can.

I want to hold on to the sturdy form of a man. Curves arising from the tone of his muscles. Not bulk but tone.

I’m not attracted to prepubescent boys. Many are. I’m not counted among them.

And hair. I do like hair on a man’s legs, arms, shoulders and chest trailing down to his pubic bone. Cock and balls shaved because little hairs getting caught in the back of the throat is a real mood killer! But yes hair. Not unruly and out of control but I want to feel his man fur against me. I want to be reminded that he’s different than me. That where I’m smooth, soft and feminine; he’s strong, hairy and masculine.

I need that contrast. He has something I want. His power. His strength. His masculinity.  That I’ll never have on my own. And I’m a greedy bitch when it comes to his manhood!

I want his substance mingle deeply with mine. I want it so deep that his scent starts to exude from my pores.

And I want him just as hungry for me and all that is wrapped in my curvy, wanton package.

Hair…Strong thighs…Curved back…Bite-able butt! ~ The Young King. 
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Mar 02 2017

Growing your own Cocks!

Ladies!  My Gawd!  Look!  You can grown your own!  

 

You’re welcome!  😉

 

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Feb 26 2017

Chances Are….She Didn’t Shave.

I thought it was just my way of thinking and putting up my own self induced borders…but my daughter the other day texted me saying she was going out with friends. She was all dolled up! Looked gorgeous! Hair and makeup perfection! Killer sexy dress. I told her, “You’ll have the men tripping over each other to get to you.”

Her reply, “I hope so…I’m a prize and only the best will do.”

Then she added, “But I didn’t shave anything, to make me play hard to get.”

I about fell over!  Why? Because I do the same fucking thing!

You see if I go out and I’m not really in a mind space to meet anyone but just have fun with friends…..or maybe getting over someone and my heart just can’t entertain the thought of anyone else touching me intimately… I’ll go out, all dolled up, sexy bra and panties underneath feeling fabulous…but won’t shave anything! (Legs, under arms, pussy). That way if after a few drinks and some hot hunks start paying attention to me and my body starts forgetting the deal we made before we left the house, my mind will yell loud and clear, “You didn’t shave!”.

Yeah… That stops everything from pressing any further. (Pressing… bodies against bodies. You know how that gets things going…)

It also empowers me to stay on point, enjoy my friends and not let my sometimes overactive sex drive rule the rest of the evening.

So men…..if you’re trying your best to move on a woman who seems genuinely interested in you but going back to her place is a flat No.

Chances are….She didn’t shave!!!!

Call her tomorrow…. 😉

***Exception to the rule: Unicorns! You never know when those beauties will show up!***
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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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