Aien
Unconventional, non-stereotypical
Wednesday, August 03, 2011
Gratitude - A sign of noble souls
I haven't posted anything since I started my journey with the luxury online magazine. Haven't had time for romance,not even on cyberspace hence haven't really came across any interesting material worth writing about on the topic of finding Mr. Right. Only this, no matter how put together and independent a woman appears to be, there will be times when she still needs help. She might not tell you directly she does, but a true man has the capability to read in between the lines. It takes a true gentleman to step up to the plate and bat her troubles away and when he does, he'll have her gratitude forever.
Sunday, February 06, 2011
Role play and word play
“Single is not a status. It is a word that best describes a person who is strong enough to live and enjoy life without depending on others.” - Azuri Malik
In a single gal’s world, the search for the perfect complement always starts the same. You meet someone new, you start spinning the tale of seduction and you get to know more of the person. As you get on knowing one another on a deeper more intimate level, we learn that there are things you either need to let go or sacrifice for love. In our love sick minds, we would identify that as a progression; a step forward in the relationship evolution. As women, when we were younger, we tend to be more accommodating (might be because we didn’t have a concrete set list), but as we grow more assured of our needs and what makes us happy, the accommodating factor lessens. If men are not settling for anything less, why should we, the single, independent women settle for anything less than butterflies?
Just like the vision of a perfect wedding or the perfect dream home, every girl has a set list – a list of criteria we are looking for in the great guys that we have fun with. Here are some of mine as a general guideline:
1.Personally, I need the stimulation of the different cortex of the brain associated with love – romance, sex and mutual dependency. A mutual dependency in fulfilling romance and sex. Primarily, a physical and emotional dependency that is mutual and secondarily financial dependency. That being said, we do not mean that the guys would pay for all the bills and cover expenses for the house while we keep our money. Note to those who think this is the way: For liberated women who make our own money, long gone were the days when we have to depend on our significant others to bring home the rice. The price we pay for equality is in sharing the responsibility when it comes to expenses.
But in the event that calls for something a little indulgent, which we hope are aplenty,we would like to be able to depend on our complementary pea in the pod to deliver. “Now fellas if you have a girl and she treats you right, ain’t you gonna spend every dollar, every cent? Ain’t you gonna make sure she looks fine, especially if she’s wearing you for life?” – Mary J
2.The next criterion has a patriotic angle. I need a man who loves my country and would not mind calling it home. I don’t mind if we keep two homes if that is called for. I have a career to build here, a fuzzy in tow and the love of my life-my mother, to be here for. This is one of those non-typical arrangement, but in an era of feminists empowerment we can no longer subject ourselves to the typical. How else do we keep our career and not give up on the other loves of our lives should we not be open to change? My best girl Milla would concur.
3.Any Ms. Independent would want to have the space and room to grow which I would gladly barter with space and room for him to do the things he loves, things I might not necessarily be into. I believe this is the key to preservation in any relationship. Accepting one another as an equal and taking each other for what they are instead of trying to change one another or expecting the other to change is imperative in keeping the respect for one another.
4.I also need someone with a good heart…and drive. A gentleman who treats me with respect in front of people and who works me like his sex slave behind closed doors. Sex is important to me and what can I say except I’m very much into role play.
5.Great communication and being at the same frequency are also on my set list. I need someone who can turn me on with his words. I am for the scribes and the mental stimulation they bring with word play.
6.Since laughing keeps you younger, obviously I need someone who gets my jokes and can make me laugh.
7.I need someone who can be a father figure even if it’s only to my cat.
8.I need a man who loves to eat to complement the inner chef in me.
9.I love meat for the main course, preferably lean and love the occasional seafood as a side dish. I need him to get that.
With a set list like that, I wonder if I will ever find the one that can stir me in more ways than one. As for the present, I am enjoying the continuous surges of serotonin and oxytocin into my system courtesy of my muses from the virtual realm and the one physically present. Love in the first place should not be painful and should make us happy even to the point of being delirious.
In a single gal’s world, the search for the perfect complement always starts the same. You meet someone new, you start spinning the tale of seduction and you get to know more of the person. As you get on knowing one another on a deeper more intimate level, we learn that there are things you either need to let go or sacrifice for love. In our love sick minds, we would identify that as a progression; a step forward in the relationship evolution. As women, when we were younger, we tend to be more accommodating (might be because we didn’t have a concrete set list), but as we grow more assured of our needs and what makes us happy, the accommodating factor lessens. If men are not settling for anything less, why should we, the single, independent women settle for anything less than butterflies?
Just like the vision of a perfect wedding or the perfect dream home, every girl has a set list – a list of criteria we are looking for in the great guys that we have fun with. Here are some of mine as a general guideline:
1.Personally, I need the stimulation of the different cortex of the brain associated with love – romance, sex and mutual dependency. A mutual dependency in fulfilling romance and sex. Primarily, a physical and emotional dependency that is mutual and secondarily financial dependency. That being said, we do not mean that the guys would pay for all the bills and cover expenses for the house while we keep our money. Note to those who think this is the way: For liberated women who make our own money, long gone were the days when we have to depend on our significant others to bring home the rice. The price we pay for equality is in sharing the responsibility when it comes to expenses.
But in the event that calls for something a little indulgent, which we hope are aplenty,we would like to be able to depend on our complementary pea in the pod to deliver. “Now fellas if you have a girl and she treats you right, ain’t you gonna spend every dollar, every cent? Ain’t you gonna make sure she looks fine, especially if she’s wearing you for life?” – Mary J
2.The next criterion has a patriotic angle. I need a man who loves my country and would not mind calling it home. I don’t mind if we keep two homes if that is called for. I have a career to build here, a fuzzy in tow and the love of my life-my mother, to be here for. This is one of those non-typical arrangement, but in an era of feminists empowerment we can no longer subject ourselves to the typical. How else do we keep our career and not give up on the other loves of our lives should we not be open to change? My best girl Milla would concur.
3.Any Ms. Independent would want to have the space and room to grow which I would gladly barter with space and room for him to do the things he loves, things I might not necessarily be into. I believe this is the key to preservation in any relationship. Accepting one another as an equal and taking each other for what they are instead of trying to change one another or expecting the other to change is imperative in keeping the respect for one another.
4.I also need someone with a good heart…and drive. A gentleman who treats me with respect in front of people and who works me like his sex slave behind closed doors. Sex is important to me and what can I say except I’m very much into role play.
5.Great communication and being at the same frequency are also on my set list. I need someone who can turn me on with his words. I am for the scribes and the mental stimulation they bring with word play.
6.Since laughing keeps you younger, obviously I need someone who gets my jokes and can make me laugh.
7.I need someone who can be a father figure even if it’s only to my cat.
8.I need a man who loves to eat to complement the inner chef in me.
9.I love meat for the main course, preferably lean and love the occasional seafood as a side dish. I need him to get that.
With a set list like that, I wonder if I will ever find the one that can stir me in more ways than one. As for the present, I am enjoying the continuous surges of serotonin and oxytocin into my system courtesy of my muses from the virtual realm and the one physically present. Love in the first place should not be painful and should make us happy even to the point of being delirious.
Thursday, February 03, 2011
Don't call me baby
I had a talk with my lover about the labels and the terms of endearment (TOE) that we choose to call the significant others in our lives. For every man, there is a term that is sacred and reserved for the one. It could be love, or honey or sayang. Those are my version of the holy grail of TOE. Others may differ of course. And for a woman to get to that plateau, it takes a series of progression of the emotions and longing that evolve into something of significance. I am somewhat freer with using the terms. I buy into the idea that we are capable of loving more than one person. That one person has a lot of love to give. That love is not love if it’s not given away. Why would we not spread the love? It is such a beautiful thing not to be shared with the people in your lives, people around you. Most people would throw a standard TOE like babe or sweetie to those that come into our daily lives. Sweetie is a standard for me. All my girlfriends have earned that label. I don’t think that it is such an exaggeration or over doing it to even be calling my girls darling or sayang. I have shared many secrets with my flock and even after knowing all my flaws they are still there providing me my life’s balance, supporting all the decisions I make; even the stupid ones. Doesn’t matter who comes in and out of my life, they’re there as I am for them. So the idea of a singular soul mate doesn’t really work for me. I actually have a handful of soul mates who I hang out with on a regular basis. Our activities are quite predictable – karaoke, dinner, movie or skinny lattes at my pad that usually come with a dash of gossip and men talk. Yes, we do talk about guys, probably just as much as guys would think about sex. And yes, we think and talk sex too. Probably more than an average guys would. Sex, food, travel and love are our main topics. Between Azura and I, we could be talking about anything under the sun but our conversation will always take a detour to the dark alley. TMI for many but we communicate in a censorship-free zone, my soul mates and I.
What I would call the knights and the princes who would come into my life differ from one to the next. My feelings will guide me and take me there. Maybe I have too much feeling that I can afford to be generous with my TOE. But then there are some people who are just too stingy with theirs. That doesn't mean that they are cold and void of romance. “Tis in the inflection comes the tenderness”, is a recent perspective that I concur with. I can’t deny it is all in the evolution of any relationship. You start cold and you end up somewhere warm, fuzzy and caliente. When the honey comes easy, it makes me nervous. I’m repelled by the scent of desperation. As to what I’d like to be called, as long as I’m not a generic ‘you’ or dear, which makes me feel like an old hag; anything goes.
To all lovers out there, may you find honey pots so sweet that you might even let yourself be called baby even when you have silver streaks in your hair and clearly you are off by decades to qualify as one.
What I would call the knights and the princes who would come into my life differ from one to the next. My feelings will guide me and take me there. Maybe I have too much feeling that I can afford to be generous with my TOE. But then there are some people who are just too stingy with theirs. That doesn't mean that they are cold and void of romance. “Tis in the inflection comes the tenderness”, is a recent perspective that I concur with. I can’t deny it is all in the evolution of any relationship. You start cold and you end up somewhere warm, fuzzy and caliente. When the honey comes easy, it makes me nervous. I’m repelled by the scent of desperation. As to what I’d like to be called, as long as I’m not a generic ‘you’ or dear, which makes me feel like an old hag; anything goes.
To all lovers out there, may you find honey pots so sweet that you might even let yourself be called baby even when you have silver streaks in your hair and clearly you are off by decades to qualify as one.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Mind infection
The mind is a powerful tool. What follows is an evolvement of intimacy between two souls...via cyberspace. All I can say is don't knock it down until you've tried it or at least read this...
Guy:
Hello again, sorry I was remiss this eve but the guitar came out and everyone was singing along to old classics. T’was not me playing or even singing well coz I am rubbish at singing but at these Eves you cannot help but join in, but promise it is not a frat house but instead quite civilised.
I also treasure good conversation, which is why I love my flatties, but am gutted I never met you in Malaysia, sexing aside, I hardly ever met anyone my age and missed the banter that comes with experience and confidence.
And the bonus that provides when you click with someone and can enjoy great times in bed, fully relaxed, followed by fun, relaxed conversation.
If you wake up in the morning feeling intellectual, buzz me.
Neytiri:
I usually wake up on Sunday mornings feeling the need for physical warmth & intimacy more than mental stimulation. Give me a spooner in between a forklift and I would be a content woman. Only when you’ve spent enough Sundays waking up alone that you learn to appreciate the presence of a warm soul in your bed. Preferably one that smells good enough to eat.
Guy:
Waking up alone is rubbish!
If I had you here right now I would pull you in close, wrap up my arms around you and hold you tight, savouring your soft skin and I think I would start kissing the back of your neck really softly. And then I would move down and kiss your back, my hands moving up and down your sides and all over your tummy. Until I turn you around, kiss your tummy, and down your legs to your toes. And back really slowly, teasing you by kissing the tops of your thighs so you can feel my breath on you. My lips just lightly brushing you. And I see you so wet, but I am not touching you yet, my tongue teasing your belly button.
Describe to me where you are, what you’re wearing...
Neytiri: I’m on my bed...
Rolling around as I’m composing to you
The sheets smell like a combination of fig tea and Bvlgari pour femme
I have a tank top on—thin and clingy
And a black Victoria Secret’s fishnet Brazilian bikini barely covering me bum
Guy: Tis seems to me like it is in 3D
♥̨Neytiri: :D
♥̨Neytiri: Shall we continue?
Guy: Yes please!!
♥̨Neytiri: We're still in the movie right? LoL
♥̨Neytiri: So where would u go from my belly button? Tell me...
Guy: Man enters stage right
♥̨Neytiri: Ahahaha
Guy: Sees lady on the bed
Guy: She remains unaware
Guy: Room smells inviting
♥̨Neytiri: Why would she be unaware? Is he invisible?
♥̨Neytiri: Butt ugly???
Guy: He sees her, kneels down on the floor
Guy: Hahaha, face for radio?
Guy: But no, she has just not heard him yet
♥̨Neytiri: Yeahhh lol
Guy: She is wearing a clingy top
♥̨Neytiri: Uhuh
Guy: Outlining her gorgeous body
Guy: She senses a presence but remains lying on her tummy
Guy: He takes her ankle in both hands
Guy: Her skin feels like a peach, but less furry
Guy: And my lips brush across your skin
Guy: My hand slides up your leg, feeling the curve of your leg
Guy: And you part your legs slightly
Guy: Teasing me, making me want to move higher
♥̨Neytiri: Tempting and beckoning you to
Guy: Carry on...
♥̨Neytiri: My whole being moving, slithering...sending you a message
♥̨Neytiri: That I want you to have your way with me
♥̨Neytiri: Without me saying a word
♥̨Neytiri: Just by the look in my eyes
Guy: You look at me over your shoulder, eyes alive
Guy: And they follow me as I get up and walk around the bed
♥̨Neytiri: A naughty curve on my lips...
Guy: You sit up, your eyes ne'er leaving mine
Guy: And I hold your head with both hands
Guy: And kiss your lips
Guy: Gently
Guy: My hands move to your neck, my lips follow
Guy: And I know you wear no bra
Guy: Cos I see your nipples push through your clingy top
Guy: My hands underneath it on your waist now
Guy: As I kiss your neck
Guy: Your hands on my waist
Guy: Your top is off now
And my hands are on your legs
And I hold your thigh firmly with one hand, your bum with the other
And you remove my shirt
And run your hands down my back
Neytiri:
All the while never averting my eyes from yours
Guy:
You pull me with you as you lie back on the bed
Are your hands behaving at the moment?
Guy says
I want you to tell me what they feel
Neytiri:
My hands are still behaving but I can't say the same about my pelvic muscle ;)
Guy:
I think your hands should misbehave
Neytiri:
I'm sprawled across my bed on my tummy
Facing my mini, reading your tale of seduction
And rubbing myself against the sheets
Need my hands to scribe darling
Guy:
I like the way you scribe...
And women are masters of multi tasking
I think you should disrobe, and then continue the tale
I am naked in bed, tis only right we continue as equals
Neytiri:
Undress me then
Guy says
Your turn to continue the tale
Neytiri:
You kiss me...
Slowly and more passionately
Until you sense my inner burning and let your kisses trail down
From my lips...
To my neck and the path between the cliffs
While one hand cupping my breast
And the other my face
I'd kiss that hand holding my face
Licking, sucking one finger at a time
A lil’ sneak preview of how warm my mouth is
For things to come
Your eyes would look up to meet mine and I moan...with pleasure that only a thousand butterflies could bring
Are you with me?
Guy says
Loving every second and sentence
Neytiri:
As you go further on your journey down south
You'd stop to smell the jasmine
And slowly, skilfully pull down my panties
As you do I can feel your breath on my skin
Wet and heavy...
Wanting
You feel him harden underneath layers of cotton and denim as the blood rushes to your head
Tell me what you want...
Guy says
To sit up and breathe in my scent
Unbutton my trousers
Slide down the zip, slowly, link by link, your eyes locked into mine
And then you kiss my tummy
As I run my fingers through your hair
And down your back, like the gentlest petals of the Jasmine flower I want to taste so bad
Your hands circle around me and between my trousers and my boxers
Lowering my clothes
Revealing me millimetre by millimetre
Rigid beneath my pants
And through the cloth you trace my length and I remember my fingers in your mouth and moan
Guy says
You lie back on the bed
And I drink in your body
My finger back in your mouth
Your tongue sliding around me
And then I trace it down your neck
And avoid the path, instead heading for the hills
Neytiri says
You tower over the hills like Zeus over Mount Olympian
Tweaking the peaks gently alternating between your fingers and your tongue
All the while loving the effects your touch and caresses have on them, watching them get stiff and perky at the flick of your skilful tongue
Guy says
Just one finger
And down south to the border
Between fantasy and pleasure
And slowly trace your lips
As gentle as a feather
Onto your inner thigh
Where my hand lingers as you feel my lips
Brush yours
My breath warm
Your lips glistening with a morning dew
Neytiri:
As I trail the tip of my tongue on yours
Touching it, evoking it to kiss me more
Wetter and deeper
You can feel my desire
Desire to have my crevices filled with everything you and yours
Guy says
My hand can bear the strain no more and creeps back up your thigh
Determined.
I cup you in my hand, treasuring your warmth, softness and the feeling to come
Anticipation as good as the real thing
And my fingers part you
As my tongue is wrapped by yours
You chew my bottom lip
Raise your hips to me
Press your nipples to me
And my finger is guided along like a log on a river to the source
And you squeeze it and it is wet, inviting
As I explore your depths, knowing other parts must follow and be master of their path
You still with me?
Neytiri:
I’m here savouring every sentence
The wandering ship sees the coast in the horizon
It is time to dock and be one with the land
And experience the local hospitality
Guy says
Tell me what you want to feel
Neytiri:
I wanna feel your hardness
Inside of me
Guy says
Don't stop
Neytiri:
I want you to fuck me
Make love to me
Drive me crazy
Guy says
My hand does not feel as good as you would, wrapped around me
Buried deep inside you
Neytiri:
My fingers don't do justice to how you'd feel inside
Buried and lost in a frenzy of bursting colours
Guy says
You are going to make me come with the thought
Tell me what your fingers are doing
Neytiri:
My fingers are circling the pearl of the orient
She's right out there
A contradiction -- rare but not hard to find
Guy says
Can we swap fingers for a while, I want yours here
Neytiri:
Well you can put yours in a package and courier them over to me
Guy says
I'll email them, it's quicker
Neytiri:
LoL. Something to fuel the imagination is never a bad thing
Guy says
But men are the visual ones, your mind is stronger
Neytiri:
Sometimes it’s best to just leave it to the imagination
My imagination has never failed me
Guy says
Continue then, and let your fingers wander. It is not over till the lady sings.
Guy says
Imagine my tongue, then me inside you
Your legs wrapped around me
My fingers on your nipple
Fucking you hard then slow
Sliding in and out of you
Twisting inside you
My mouth glued to yours
Your tongue insistent, penetrating
Your pussy wet as you watch me slide all the way out
Tease your blooming bud
And slide back in
Guy says
I am imagining your fingers
As they work your pussy
Being clenched like I would be if I was inside you
Building up to a crescendo
Of gushing waterfalls
And juddering bodies
You hold me tight as you are about to come
Buried inside you touching you so you feel it build
Your naked body glistening
Your pussy thrusting against me
Juices dripping onto me
Cum baby cum for me
Guy says
All over me and hold me tight, grip me
Give your pussy over to me
Let me make you cum like an alien
I hope your fingers are wet
Wet against your thigh
Cum for me...
Neytiri says
That was simply amazing! Your words are the octane boost to my imagination. xoxo
Guy says
Glad I could help. ;)
Guy:
Hello again, sorry I was remiss this eve but the guitar came out and everyone was singing along to old classics. T’was not me playing or even singing well coz I am rubbish at singing but at these Eves you cannot help but join in, but promise it is not a frat house but instead quite civilised.
I also treasure good conversation, which is why I love my flatties, but am gutted I never met you in Malaysia, sexing aside, I hardly ever met anyone my age and missed the banter that comes with experience and confidence.
And the bonus that provides when you click with someone and can enjoy great times in bed, fully relaxed, followed by fun, relaxed conversation.
If you wake up in the morning feeling intellectual, buzz me.
Neytiri:
I usually wake up on Sunday mornings feeling the need for physical warmth & intimacy more than mental stimulation. Give me a spooner in between a forklift and I would be a content woman. Only when you’ve spent enough Sundays waking up alone that you learn to appreciate the presence of a warm soul in your bed. Preferably one that smells good enough to eat.
Guy:
Waking up alone is rubbish!
If I had you here right now I would pull you in close, wrap up my arms around you and hold you tight, savouring your soft skin and I think I would start kissing the back of your neck really softly. And then I would move down and kiss your back, my hands moving up and down your sides and all over your tummy. Until I turn you around, kiss your tummy, and down your legs to your toes. And back really slowly, teasing you by kissing the tops of your thighs so you can feel my breath on you. My lips just lightly brushing you. And I see you so wet, but I am not touching you yet, my tongue teasing your belly button.
Describe to me where you are, what you’re wearing...
Neytiri: I’m on my bed...
Rolling around as I’m composing to you
The sheets smell like a combination of fig tea and Bvlgari pour femme
I have a tank top on—thin and clingy
And a black Victoria Secret’s fishnet Brazilian bikini barely covering me bum
Guy: Tis seems to me like it is in 3D
♥̨Neytiri: :D
♥̨Neytiri: Shall we continue?
Guy: Yes please!!
♥̨Neytiri: We're still in the movie right? LoL
♥̨Neytiri: So where would u go from my belly button? Tell me...
Guy: Man enters stage right
♥̨Neytiri: Ahahaha
Guy: Sees lady on the bed
Guy: She remains unaware
Guy: Room smells inviting
♥̨Neytiri: Why would she be unaware? Is he invisible?
♥̨Neytiri: Butt ugly???
Guy: He sees her, kneels down on the floor
Guy: Hahaha, face for radio?
Guy: But no, she has just not heard him yet
♥̨Neytiri: Yeahhh lol
Guy: She is wearing a clingy top
♥̨Neytiri: Uhuh
Guy: Outlining her gorgeous body
Guy: She senses a presence but remains lying on her tummy
Guy: He takes her ankle in both hands
Guy: Her skin feels like a peach, but less furry
Guy: And my lips brush across your skin
Guy: My hand slides up your leg, feeling the curve of your leg
Guy: And you part your legs slightly
Guy: Teasing me, making me want to move higher
♥̨Neytiri: Tempting and beckoning you to
Guy: Carry on...
♥̨Neytiri: My whole being moving, slithering...sending you a message
♥̨Neytiri: That I want you to have your way with me
♥̨Neytiri: Without me saying a word
♥̨Neytiri: Just by the look in my eyes
Guy: You look at me over your shoulder, eyes alive
Guy: And they follow me as I get up and walk around the bed
♥̨Neytiri: A naughty curve on my lips...
Guy: You sit up, your eyes ne'er leaving mine
Guy: And I hold your head with both hands
Guy: And kiss your lips
Guy: Gently
Guy: My hands move to your neck, my lips follow
Guy: And I know you wear no bra
Guy: Cos I see your nipples push through your clingy top
Guy: My hands underneath it on your waist now
Guy: As I kiss your neck
Guy: Your hands on my waist
Guy: Your top is off now
And my hands are on your legs
And I hold your thigh firmly with one hand, your bum with the other
And you remove my shirt
And run your hands down my back
Neytiri:
All the while never averting my eyes from yours
Guy:
You pull me with you as you lie back on the bed
Are your hands behaving at the moment?
Guy says
I want you to tell me what they feel
Neytiri:
My hands are still behaving but I can't say the same about my pelvic muscle ;)
Guy:
I think your hands should misbehave
Neytiri:
I'm sprawled across my bed on my tummy
Facing my mini, reading your tale of seduction
And rubbing myself against the sheets
Need my hands to scribe darling
Guy:
I like the way you scribe...
And women are masters of multi tasking
I think you should disrobe, and then continue the tale
I am naked in bed, tis only right we continue as equals
Neytiri:
Undress me then
Guy says
Your turn to continue the tale
Neytiri:
You kiss me...
Slowly and more passionately
Until you sense my inner burning and let your kisses trail down
From my lips...
To my neck and the path between the cliffs
While one hand cupping my breast
And the other my face
I'd kiss that hand holding my face
Licking, sucking one finger at a time
A lil’ sneak preview of how warm my mouth is
For things to come
Your eyes would look up to meet mine and I moan...with pleasure that only a thousand butterflies could bring
Are you with me?
Guy says
Loving every second and sentence
Neytiri:
As you go further on your journey down south
You'd stop to smell the jasmine
And slowly, skilfully pull down my panties
As you do I can feel your breath on my skin
Wet and heavy...
Wanting
You feel him harden underneath layers of cotton and denim as the blood rushes to your head
Tell me what you want...
Guy says
To sit up and breathe in my scent
Unbutton my trousers
Slide down the zip, slowly, link by link, your eyes locked into mine
And then you kiss my tummy
As I run my fingers through your hair
And down your back, like the gentlest petals of the Jasmine flower I want to taste so bad
Your hands circle around me and between my trousers and my boxers
Lowering my clothes
Revealing me millimetre by millimetre
Rigid beneath my pants
And through the cloth you trace my length and I remember my fingers in your mouth and moan
Guy says
You lie back on the bed
And I drink in your body
My finger back in your mouth
Your tongue sliding around me
And then I trace it down your neck
And avoid the path, instead heading for the hills
Neytiri says
You tower over the hills like Zeus over Mount Olympian
Tweaking the peaks gently alternating between your fingers and your tongue
All the while loving the effects your touch and caresses have on them, watching them get stiff and perky at the flick of your skilful tongue
Guy says
Just one finger
And down south to the border
Between fantasy and pleasure
And slowly trace your lips
As gentle as a feather
Onto your inner thigh
Where my hand lingers as you feel my lips
Brush yours
My breath warm
Your lips glistening with a morning dew
Neytiri:
As I trail the tip of my tongue on yours
Touching it, evoking it to kiss me more
Wetter and deeper
You can feel my desire
Desire to have my crevices filled with everything you and yours
Guy says
My hand can bear the strain no more and creeps back up your thigh
Determined.
I cup you in my hand, treasuring your warmth, softness and the feeling to come
Anticipation as good as the real thing
And my fingers part you
As my tongue is wrapped by yours
You chew my bottom lip
Raise your hips to me
Press your nipples to me
And my finger is guided along like a log on a river to the source
And you squeeze it and it is wet, inviting
As I explore your depths, knowing other parts must follow and be master of their path
You still with me?
Neytiri:
I’m here savouring every sentence
The wandering ship sees the coast in the horizon
It is time to dock and be one with the land
And experience the local hospitality
Guy says
Tell me what you want to feel
Neytiri:
I wanna feel your hardness
Inside of me
Guy says
Don't stop
Neytiri:
I want you to fuck me
Make love to me
Drive me crazy
Guy says
My hand does not feel as good as you would, wrapped around me
Buried deep inside you
Neytiri:
My fingers don't do justice to how you'd feel inside
Buried and lost in a frenzy of bursting colours
Guy says
You are going to make me come with the thought
Tell me what your fingers are doing
Neytiri:
My fingers are circling the pearl of the orient
She's right out there
A contradiction -- rare but not hard to find
Guy says
Can we swap fingers for a while, I want yours here
Neytiri:
Well you can put yours in a package and courier them over to me
Guy says
I'll email them, it's quicker
Neytiri:
LoL. Something to fuel the imagination is never a bad thing
Guy says
But men are the visual ones, your mind is stronger
Neytiri:
Sometimes it’s best to just leave it to the imagination
My imagination has never failed me
Guy says
Continue then, and let your fingers wander. It is not over till the lady sings.
Guy says
Imagine my tongue, then me inside you
Your legs wrapped around me
My fingers on your nipple
Fucking you hard then slow
Sliding in and out of you
Twisting inside you
My mouth glued to yours
Your tongue insistent, penetrating
Your pussy wet as you watch me slide all the way out
Tease your blooming bud
And slide back in
Guy says
I am imagining your fingers
As they work your pussy
Being clenched like I would be if I was inside you
Building up to a crescendo
Of gushing waterfalls
And juddering bodies
You hold me tight as you are about to come
Buried inside you touching you so you feel it build
Your naked body glistening
Your pussy thrusting against me
Juices dripping onto me
Cum baby cum for me
Guy says
All over me and hold me tight, grip me
Give your pussy over to me
Let me make you cum like an alien
I hope your fingers are wet
Wet against your thigh
Cum for me...
Neytiri says
That was simply amazing! Your words are the octane boost to my imagination. xoxo
Guy says
Glad I could help. ;)
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Crumbs beggarology 101
In a polygamous society, you are bound to meet women who are wearing the “outside of the box” labels – the girlfriends of married men, the second wife, the third even the fourth. Apparently, even cab drivers are having more than one wife in this city, so the rule of thumb that a man can only take on a second wife (or a third) must be able to afford maintaining multiple households is merely a rule of thumb but not necessarily a key rule that the men are abiding by. My cold version of the rule of thumb is -- as long as the man has enough money, love and cum to go around he may take on another wife. I have heard of scenarios where all the wives and the children are living under one roof. That type of arrangement is quite rare and not as prevalent as a man maintaining two or three separate households.
There are a few things a girl should mentally prepare herself when dating a married man. In a society such as mine, it is not unheard of; in fact it is common place. Someone with a nobler set of principles will squirm and find it absurd. Being a girlfriend to a married guy, or being #2, one has to endure the constant feeling of being almost like a beggar - for his time.
There is no fairness in having to share a man in my mind but what makes it twice unjustly is when you are not able to depend on him to be there in your time of need. Although asking for a blessing from the existing wife/wives (which basically means that he has to spill) is an expected courtesy, there are instances where the man is cowardly and resort to not telling. For the new wife, this nightmarish scenario is what I would call feeding on crumbs.
There is no use denying the fact that it is happening. What can be done is to empower our women to be wiser in protecting their rights to their own happiness.
There are a few things a girl should mentally prepare herself when dating a married man. In a society such as mine, it is not unheard of; in fact it is common place. Someone with a nobler set of principles will squirm and find it absurd. Being a girlfriend to a married guy, or being #2, one has to endure the constant feeling of being almost like a beggar - for his time.
There is no fairness in having to share a man in my mind but what makes it twice unjustly is when you are not able to depend on him to be there in your time of need. Although asking for a blessing from the existing wife/wives (which basically means that he has to spill) is an expected courtesy, there are instances where the man is cowardly and resort to not telling. For the new wife, this nightmarish scenario is what I would call feeding on crumbs.
There is no use denying the fact that it is happening. What can be done is to empower our women to be wiser in protecting their rights to their own happiness.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Once upon a muse
A muse is a necessity. He is the stepping stone towards unleashing your true potential and realizing where your true happiness lies. The nature of a muse is transient, usually leveraged by people with creative endeavors but to me it does not have to be. As long as you have a collection of them to cover all angles, your muses can become the shadow of support as you move from one phase of your life to the other. As long as it is made clear that a shag does not come with the package. Well not with all of them but one. The main muse. The one that gives you hope, usually they come bearing torches. It is never about the money but the time.
My main muse came into my life when I was at the lowest point, (as they usually do) when I was standing at a crossroad yet again. I would not recommend dealing with divorce and taking on a new business concurrently, but that was what was on my plate. It took a lot of courage but as Plato said, courage is knowing what not to fear. I took the leap, wasn’t afraid to be alone because I don’t believe I’m ever alone. I have a lot of alone-time but someone out there is always praying, looking out for me. One door closes another one opens. And you got to love these smart phones and the instant messaging services. That technological invention has taken the communication evolution to a higher plateau where there are no boundaries and you can be in communication with everyone continuously, sharing lives. Yahoo Messenger has always been my IM of choice. From YM to BBM, it fills the cracks in the day where we can’t be together physically. Coming out of a sexless marriage, I can’t help but to zoom in on physical connection and intimacy. It was so barren that I would have probably roam around clubs scouting for a young fish who does not know what to do with my erogenous zones or don’t mind succumbing to being a fag hag. I am a true testament of how important affection and a touch is. Lack of not only stunts a baby’s growth, it also turns a grown woman into a bitch. Abstinence is a perversion!
So he saved me from dying inside due to the lack of physical connection and of intimacy. To me, that is an important step to becoming myself again; so I can be functioning and moving closer towards realizing my true potential and answering my life's calling.
My main muse came into my life when I was at the lowest point, (as they usually do) when I was standing at a crossroad yet again. I would not recommend dealing with divorce and taking on a new business concurrently, but that was what was on my plate. It took a lot of courage but as Plato said, courage is knowing what not to fear. I took the leap, wasn’t afraid to be alone because I don’t believe I’m ever alone. I have a lot of alone-time but someone out there is always praying, looking out for me. One door closes another one opens. And you got to love these smart phones and the instant messaging services. That technological invention has taken the communication evolution to a higher plateau where there are no boundaries and you can be in communication with everyone continuously, sharing lives. Yahoo Messenger has always been my IM of choice. From YM to BBM, it fills the cracks in the day where we can’t be together physically. Coming out of a sexless marriage, I can’t help but to zoom in on physical connection and intimacy. It was so barren that I would have probably roam around clubs scouting for a young fish who does not know what to do with my erogenous zones or don’t mind succumbing to being a fag hag. I am a true testament of how important affection and a touch is. Lack of not only stunts a baby’s growth, it also turns a grown woman into a bitch. Abstinence is a perversion!
So he saved me from dying inside due to the lack of physical connection and of intimacy. To me, that is an important step to becoming myself again; so I can be functioning and moving closer towards realizing my true potential and answering my life's calling.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
A pink diamond
Once upon a city, there is a woman. She is not mainstream where she lives and stuck out like a sore thumb in the midst of prudes. She loves meat but also appreciates seafood. She is a loyal being to the core and is searching for someone as loyal and adventurous. There is no one like that where she lives. So she suppresses to fit in but in the depth of her heart she knows he's out there...just for her.
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