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. ;)

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.