January 22, 2007

Bi-curiousity

Being the liberal open-minded person that I am (claim to be), I set out to finding once and for all, whether I was all-the-way straight or half-bent… as that would be the opposite. Might as well before waking up one day, hubby, 2.5 kids, a dog and picket fence years down the line, only to discover that I love of the feminine body feel, apart from mine, of course. I do have my fights as to why one group that adheres to a certain sexual conduct is called straight. I mean straight, as an adjective, denotes perfect, upright, undiluted, neat, pure, and my personal least favorite, unadulterated. Which goes not so far as to imply that the other no-so-popular group of individuals have to contend with the antonyms of the above oh-so glorious titles. Anyway, that is a fight I'll pick one day…

Did I like it? Yes …and No.

Yes, I loved the exquisiteness and marvel of the female body. The susceptible dip below the jawbone; that tender spot between the collarbone and the shoulder blade… that yielding part that if you looked really hard at, you would see the rhythmical beating of the heart…the gentle rise of the breasts, the swell of their fullness topped by the leisurely hardening nipples, begging, craving for attention, beseeching the tongue to skim over the tops, if only to lick, or even to brush gently with the thumb…The persuasive way that the breasts mould up, defying the rest of the body, jutting forward to proudly declare that they need consideration. And then the deep sigh I elicit when my palms enclose their full mold, encompass them in my hand and gently fondle, caress, squeeze and stoke. As my hand plays havoc with the little of senses that the fabulous and exciting mold has left, if any, my tongue sucks, nibbles, blows, and flicks over the other one. The underside of the arms, those covert places that respond to that ever so slight feather touch. And then lower along her sides, by the ribs so lightly patterned. Then move lower to the stomach, to the ever so elusive but wondrous navel, to the side where the definition of femininity resides - the moderate curve of the hips. And as she bends he knees - probably to receive more, probably because she can't stay still, or probably because it is a conditioned reflex that is directly proportional to the amount of pleasure that she is getting – exposing that side of the thigh that is hardly ever seen. That silky-smooth skin that is kept hidden and secret, that which only the fingers, and sometimes the tongue knows the feel of. And then to view comes the sleek triangle, the invitation to veiled pleasures lower below. And past the triangle, draws closer the tiny bundle of nerves that by now is so hard it is on the verge of exploding. The legs that were bent are no apart, the pink opening leading to the dark delightful enclave, inviting, tempting, daring like the little mold, enticing, beguiling, appealing, engaging, tantalizing, and ah! wanting…I have not even gone beyond to the those places behind the knees, the curve of the calves, the supple skin below the ankles, the soles, the heels, the toes…

No, I still missed the masculine feel, the sinew muscles as they flexed with each move he makes; the swell of his arms as he stretches them forth to all parts of my body, catching every single cell unaware yet deftly pleasuring. Then the taut impression of his chest, those firm hard nipples that tighten with every touch of my fingers… the feel of him as he moves atop of me, his breath on my skin, taunting my pores to open to reception. The roughness of his chin as it scrapes on my chest, nipples, my stomach and lower still. His washboard flat stomach, down under to the aching maleness…and finally, as he pries me open, and drives home…not even a thousand dildo's and all other invented toys come close to the sensation I get when he feels me, as my muscles relax to accommodate the size of him alive inside me, then the contraction of the same muscles as he thrusts purposefully in and out of my warmth…

Have to go, will continue tomorrow...

January 09, 2007

Did not want to blog during Christmas just in case anyone felt sorry for me...not that you would have had time to read this that day anyway.. I think Christmas, like other 'love/romantic/ family holidays are overrated. I mean, everyone would rather stay indoors and just chill, instead of pushing through throngs of people to buy presents you can always get on any other given day (forget the fact that they at this time, they are overpriced), and having to cope with relatives who would rather talk about how much you've grown, changed, blossomed, grown rich.. blah blah and you feel like screaming...SHUT UP....this whole thing is a farce!! anyway, despite all that, no one wants to spend those days alone, and you always feel bad if you have to...look at this way, I do not recognize Thanksgiving, to me is any other day, but some American (woman) will wail at the fact that she has to spend (another) Thanksgivings alone...and its hard to ignore that day when everyone is all fuss about it..

Anyway, I spent the day in bed, with the most handsome, strongest men ever imagined. YES, imagined. I watched all Spidermans, Supermans..even the Christopher Reeve ones, X-men, then graduated (ha ha) to fairy tales...and to drive the point home to my heart, i picked the animated ones... Aladdin, Beauty and the Beast, Snow white...what more could a gal want???? and after watching all those, i actually did feel wonderful, blissful, kinda floaty...and a deep part of me concurred with my brain that i will forever believe in fairy tales and magic and all those things wonderful and the lovely surprises that make life a notch better. Which cames true for me few days after Christmas.

I met a man, and hit with an intensity that would shame the California fires!! And by new year, we were cooking together, watching the stars and enjoying the silence of the night...and in our own special style, we ushered in the new year.

A Danish Viking Prince, in all his glory (my knight in sleeping armor i call him, because he looks so good while asleep) i know, i know...

I'm still reeling from the whirlwhind of it all. I mean, can you believe that we even went for a HIV test ( annoying part of living in this century is that the Prince and Princess have to go through that little distraction in their fairy filled life or endure what i call Condomercial Breaks...

All in the same breath, i got a beautiful house (Castle) , which i gladly live in with my Irish Pal (mmmh, a twist in the tale) and my Danish viking Prince. I have to explain the Prince part. You see.. his father once did a family tree, and yes, he is of royal blood, though some generations removed.. (the lengths i wont go into!!) Then i began my new job in the Advertising Agency, which i have to say, cant wait to get my teeth into coz it is damn fun.

My lunch break is over, i have to get back to my job...and i have more to look forward to..the going home part of it. Not loosing any glass slipper on the way either!

Did i mention that the Danish viking Prince is around for four months...in which i get to savor all the delicacies Denmark has to offer... (and I'm not talking about Danish cookies ) do you think they like fat Danish Princesses??

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