"Call me when you get to my spot."
Cyn smiled seductively as she prepared for her after-mid-nite rendezvous with him - the light still glowing from her illuminated Blackberry as she sat the phone down and continued to prepare her overnight bag. His sense of humor was bold for his age... a man who's forward in what he wants - this turned Kim and Cyn on. Kim enjoyed dating older men, but her last fling with an older man left her re-contemplating her standards. She couldn't deal with an older man with too many health problems, as she couldn't see herself spending the rest of her life wiping her man's ass. Kim hated to relate to the health insurance agencies - "all pre-existing conditions will be reviewed prior to approving the continuance of our relationship." Call her shallow, but Kim knows exactly what she wants.
His entire being made Kim think of the Progresso Soup commercial when the wife calls into headquarters and tells them how their soups made her husband look 20 years younger, and he rings in on the other line, telling them to relay the message back to his wife of "tell my wife to shut up and enjoy the view"... ... He told her that he's had the same physique since his teen-age years, and this messed with her mind a bit. He was 8 years Kim's senior, yet he had the body of a teenager - the swagger of an Essence "Man of the Month" and the drive of a man who is accustomed to enjoying the life he's built. Damn near "Man of the Year" status.
Kim admired all of the traits that turned her on about him as she followed him to his apartment, remaining a few paces behind... thinking of the many ways Cyn could seduce his boyish-yet-manly stature. Kim was thick in the right places herself - she wore it well, and had begun thinking that perhaps she could be too much woman for him. Sexually.
He uncorked the bottle of the 7 Deadly Zins while conversing over the day. While Kim kept the conversation light and interesting, Cyn sipped the wine, allowing lust settle in - this wasn't the first time Zins and Cyn mixed with him... The conversation was dueled by flashbacks of the 1st encounter together. Kim was introduced to his alter ego and was fighting the urge to take it there with him. 30 minutes and 1 empty bottle of 7 Deadly later, Cyn was planting seductive Zinly kisses on his lips and neck, nibbling on his earlobe and riding him reverse cowgirl.
"How was your day" he asked, snapping Kim back into reality. Cyn took another sip of her wine, provoking the response Kim gave him, "It was good, but my night is looking as if it could be even better". As this 5'11, dark-skinned Cancer stood before her strikingly turned on by the answer that was given him, Cyn fantasized about backing him into his bedroom, lighting candles, undressing him, and briefly tantalizing him with her Zin-flavored tongue before slipping away to the bathroom to freshen up. She sipped the remaining Zin from her glass, leaving traces of her MAC Lipglass behind...
There was a lust-laced pause between them while VH1 Soul played Neyo's "Say It" on the flat-screen behind them. Play secluded the pause as he asked, "...and how can I play a part in making your evening better?" Kim was smitten by his sensuality, which turned her on since the day they'd met. She smirked and thought of how Angie's giggles would have flirtatiously answered his proposal had it been the second glass of wine - the look of desire cut from Kim's eyes while Cyn slyly answered his question with a simple "You'll see..."
Kim placed the mixed cd of Jazz vibes entitled "Mood Makers" into his laptop and clicked "play" on the Windows Media Player screen. Just as she was about to return to where he stood, he approached her from behind and did one of the things that turned her on the most... he gently pressed his body against her - she could feel all 9 inches of his penis that curved slightly to the left - indent against her left butt cheek as he kissed her on the left side of her neck. Kim nearly melted, as this had been the #1 way to turn her on. She thought that he'd figured her out and turned to face him, Cyn wrapping her arms around his neck, seductively swaying him to her favorite Roy Hargrove tune "Juicy" from "The RH Factor" album.
Sips from the second glass wine were had during the instrumental jazzy intro as they danced forehead to forehead, enjoying the melodies pouring from the speakers. The vocalists' sultry voice smooths in... "Baby, you set me free... beautiful and I like it. Juicy as a tangerine, you're setting me on fire... you got me fiendin'" it's as if Cyn symphonically arranged this moment. These words spoke to him as he melted into Cyn. "Baby, you set me free... you've extracted me and I'm on fire... I've got this thing and I want to use it .. Juicy like a Georgia Peach... you got me open and I'm fiendin' now..." Hands slipped under garments, channeling the sensual energy. Eyes closed as they melted into Zinful kisses, Boney James' "You Don't Have To Go Home" fades into the background as inhibitions sat at the bottom of empty wine glasses.
Cyn had taken advantage of the situation and knew that he liked when she became aggressive. Slowly unbuttoning his shirt, Cyn re-addressed the question he asked her a couple of hours ago. "How can you make my night better, as if better is all that you're striving for. Hmmm." Cyn let a small amount of playful disappointment lace her voice as she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Boxer briefs hugged his physique as his pants dropped to the floor, his 9-inch dick bulged from underneath, making her mouth water. "Lay down..." Cyn instructed him, gently pushing him on the bed as she slipped her blouse over her head, revealing a playful black tank top - a staple of Kim's, which she wore simply to relax. She had the type of breast that were perky... looked fine without a bra. Her form-hugging jeans fell to the floor as well, and she climbed atop of him, allowing the Zinfandel whisper sweet nothings into his ear while softly grinding her black boy-shorts-covered pelvic area against his. Making him hot, his hands palming her ass as her tongue ran up and down his neck... "I'll be right back," she said as she approached his right ear, slowly slipping away.
Candlelight from his bedroom trailed her as Cyn sashayed to the bathroom. Kim's rarely been the one to indulge in sex while being "tart." Freshening up only boosted her confidence and allowed her to enjoy the experience better. She reached in her overnight bag for her travel bar of Dove soap as the basin filled with hot water - the lit candle that sat in front of the mirror illuminated the bathroom, sufficiently providing the light that guided her to the powder blue laced boy short and bra set purchased earlier from Victoria's Secrets in anticipation for the moments to sequel the brief intermission, only to be interrupted by the wispy breeze that grazed the back of her body.
Startled, Kim looked up into the mirror's reflection as her hands released the clasps of her bra. Cyn thought he stood behind her, but this was someone else... someone she wanted to become better acquainted with, and it looked as if she succeeded in bringing him out. As he turned her around, Cyn could see the lust in this man's eyes... his alter-ego greeted her with the same dick that hung slightly to the left. He picked her up and hastily placed her on the bathroom counter, shoving over the items that once sat in her place. Cyn was caught up in his actions as his naked body moved between her legs, his pelvic area gently grinding against her floral-scented powder-blue lace thong. Kim leaned her head against the mirror in surrender as he passionately kissed her neck, his hands methodically removing the bra she had moments before tried to put on.
His tongue traced Kim's areola before grazing the tip of her nipple - a strand of saliva stood illuminated by candlelight as he looked into her eyes, checking on the progress of his lucid efforts - her right nipple looking like a melting Hershey's kiss. He then took her swollen left breast into his mouth while slowly sliding her panties aside to tease the lips of her fattened yoni with his fingers, finding the juicy opening to the love below as if he'd been calculating the precision moves that would make her wetter than the breast that was engulfed by his mouth.
Cyn struggled to regain composure as orgasmic moans leaked from her mouth, his middle finger slowly stroking in and out of her while he sucked on one breast, his free hand pinching the other nipple. Eyes clinched closed and teeth biting her bottom lip, Kim's body trembled as she listened to the noises her yoni made while he stroked her G-spot with every third thrust of his finger. She was so wet... her heels struggled to find grip on the bathroom counter as his sensual torture came to a pause - his wet middle finger slid out of her pussy and into his mouth as she watched, body convulsing with desire.
He then placed his finger upon her lips and she appreciatively began to suck. Cyn slid off of the counter as she made the effort to reclaim control of the evening and lured him back to the room - her hand held the hand with the nectar-laced middle finger. Once there, she told him to lay down on the bed and assumed the position she started with before the intermission and whispered naughty things to him like, "did you like the taste of my sweet pussy... it'll soon be your favorite dessert" while grinding against his dick. She inched towards the bottom of his neck and slowly licked her way up to his earlobe and said "You're soon going to be in trouble - good trouble. I'm Cyn, and I'll be taking over the rest of the evening."
With that said, Cyn slipped off her nectar-soaked thong and slid down to his sexy 9-inch penis that hung to the left and began licking the tip of his head, catching the juice that leaked in reaction to her actions. Her tongue then traced a trail down to his testicles and she pampered them, taking the time out to document his satisfaction while stroking him softly in her hand. She could feel him slipping into an erotic trance, his breaths becoming heavier and deeper... She slowly took him into her wet mouth, inch by inch, until his tip was at the back of her throat.
She held it there, pulsated her throat muscles against his penis until his body tensed up. He moaned and grabbed Cyn's hair -this turned her on.
She commenced to giving him oral pleasure - she hummed and stroked his penis, having him within milli-seconds of cumming in her mouth - she loved getting her man to that point. Cyn looked up to a slightly pleasured-paralyzed partner, watching him watch her as she sucked him to extacy, his alter-ego surrendering as Cyn continued her loverly duties and unselfish efforts to make this evening one to reflect on... She slid on the Magnum pried from his grip and mounted him, pussy wet from the pleasure she gave him. Her yoni muscles massaged his dick into another level of stiffness - one turn-on that Cyn couldn't turn down was a stiff dick - and slow-wined him into a state of euphoria. She leaned forward and whispered "I'm addicting... that Good Cyn that's hard to repent from" and felt his body tremble - no words came out, just grunts and moans as she worked a spell on him. Cyn told him how good his 9 inches felt inside of her, moaning his name as she rocked her hips, gently rising and falling on him, milking every inch of his penis - he especially loved the way she milked the tip. As sex-laced sounds intertwined with Jill's "Crown Royal on Ice", little did he know that she was slowly rocking herself to orgasmic extacy.
Your hands on my hips
pull me right back to you...
She was wrong - he knew that Cyn was on the verge of exploding. His alter-ego knew how to nurture and milk a woman's orgasm.
...I catch that thrust give it right back to you...
Cyn enjoyed a man who knew what he was doing. She was very active when it came to achieving her pleasure, and to her pleasant surprise, so was he.
...You're in so deep I'm breathing for you...
Grinding, she captivated the moments spent giving him pleasure while riding... he looked her in her eyes and requested her orgasm.
...You grab my braids arch my back high for you...
With every thrust, he looked her in the eyes and requested her orgasm over and over again. He was a man who returned just as much - if not, more - pleasure. His alter-ego was back as Cyn began her ascension to her heavenly orgasm...
...Your diesel engine I'm squirting my oil ah
down on the floor til my speakers start to boil...
Cyn was losing it. And loving it.
...I flip s**t
Quick slip
Hip dip and I'm...
Her last ditch efforts to maintain control were lost when she discovered she was...
... twisted
In your hands
and your lips
and your tongue tricks...
...taking him in, enjoying how he seductively handled her...
and you're so thick...
Sweetly surrendering (and you're so thick) dying a million little deaths (and you're so thick...) as her pussy pulsated on his penis (and you're so...), sounds of soulful satisfaction streamed sexily from her mouth (crown royal on ice...) as she shook and spasmed in his arms (crown royal on ice...), surrendering softly as he gently laid her on her back (crown royal on ice...).
... ... ... ... ... ...
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Prophylactics
She thought about him all day.
How couldn't she - after all, he was the man Jill Scott and Whitney Houston talked about... the man that turned her on just by walking into the room, just by walking out of the room. His manliness was the epitome of "sexy" in her mind, and she couldn't wait until their next encounter.
Kim knew that things were brand-new still - after all, she met him only two months ago. She was caught up in "the newness" and reflectively reminisced on this stage in past relationships. Since her involvement with him, she's been on Cloud 9 most times, coming down for sleep, only to have vivid, life-like dreams featuring him. It freaked her out how quickly he popped into her sub-conscious, his likeness picture-perfect in dreams had while she slumbered next to him. Prior to this, she was working on herself - working out and meditating daily to focus on her brief celibacy, broken by the only type of man who could break it.
Yet, Kim knew she was slippin'. Cakin' it up had become her past-time - if she wasn't thinking of text messages that would give him pause to think about her, she was thinking of their next "encounter", hoping they'd be more than just encounters in the future. Yep, Kim was catchin' feelings fast but constantly reminded herself of the infatuation stage of a relationship... how what she knew about him was simply the tip of the iceberg and to not get too far gone. After all, a Cancer hurt her before. Damaged her, to be exact, and she thought about how the Universe had a strange way of throwing curve-balls her way. Funny how she often countered that thought with the "what if he could be the one - you never know..." b.s.
He fascinated her in more ways than one, and while she thought she could be the ultimate charmer - coming by to cook dinner, buying small gifts, thoughtful text messages and e-mails - she caught wind of the fact that he doesn't have to do much, and that she was admittedly sprung, trying hard to re-grasp reality before it grasped her.
During her thought sessions of him, Kim also thought of ways to "keep it interesting". After all, it was way too soon to bring up the "DTR" conversation due to the fact that he seemed to be in the "I'm enjoying the bachelor life" phase, and there weren't many sure signs of "permanence" in their relationship as of yet. After all, he was recently divorced and hasn't yet found the woman who would interest him enough to take him away from his workaholic lifestyle - a trait she mostly dug about him. She constantly reminded herself that the bottom line to life was to learn while having fun, and regardless of what the relationship lead, at least enjoy it for every moment it's worth.
Kim had just begun to discover the power of Cyn, yet she and Cyn still had a lot to learn. What she and Cyn hadn't decided on was whether to sexually liberate with him or whether to use this time to casually and safely enjoy time spent while "just having fun". After all, they both knew the power of the pussy and enjoyed a drama-free life, nearly 4 months sober. Cyn whispered in her ear an idea to exercise her sexual strength while keeping him satisfied. Fantasies of nights spent showing him of how womanly they both could be.
How much of a woman they all could be.
Mz. High. She was the aspiring dominatrix. Taking "it" instead of requesting "it" from him, Mz. High often enjoyed destroying the misconceptions men built of her. She was the thong-wearing, stiletto-hill strutting naughty girl who, when present, takes and gets what she wants... Gets him howling and trembling while she rides, fucking his brains into oblivion. Cuddling afterward.
Cyn. She's seductive. Starts out innocent with a naughty streak to her, lets you turn her on, and then it's knees-to-shoulders. Feet-to-headboard. Nails diggin' into skin. Shit-talking only to be sexually punished - she invites it. Lacy boy-shorts are part of her seduction tactics... The innocent, seductive persona that comes across as one who's new to the game while testing you on your skills while "in the act".
Angie's got voluptuousness-ity to her, playing on her soft curves and her physical features. Sexy, playful and flirty, while giggly when a nasty thought crosses her mind, allowing the giggle to mask for the fact that if she ever acted on those nasty thoughts, she'd have her man in the palm of her hand in a second.
Sky in the elevated being... she'll sex him physically and spiritually. A sexual goddess in her own rite, she taps into a man's energetic being and reads his body language while focusing on channeling his sexual desires. Then, she opens herself up to his response, spiritually taking him in while enjoying the experience as a whole. Tantrum yet physical and oh, so soothing.
Then there's Kim... the one who presents herself in her true form. A little cocky because she knows what she's got, she views first-time sexual encounters as rap battles, allowing the "talker" go first. She believed that she could never explain her greatness, but could only prove it. Caring and nurturing, too. Submissive. Won't stop until she knows she's fulfilled her purpose for the evening. The pleaser and perfectionist when it comes to sex.
All of them were givers, never taking without thanking in return.
The fact still remained that in all of this fun, Kim realized that she could end up potentially training him for another. While these personalities each had their share of running through her head sharing explicitly what they would like to do to him while creating elaborate fantasies, a small part of her was sick of being given away. She wanted a man who would balance her... who would take the time to get to know who she was outside of the bedroom - the yin to his yang, and she hoped that he had already begun to realize and evaluate the possibilities.
This is where Kim's logic came full circle. She didn't want to sexually unleash upon him without him confirming some form of mature commitment... She was beyond booty-call status. She was always worth more, but had to experience it before she pegged it "not for me".
Libras have always been deep thinkers/analytical and quite indecisive. So, we'll leave Kim to meditate on her thoughts of what to do next. Her decision was like standing in the Prophylactics isle in the drug store, having to decide whether to get "the usual" or invest in something new.
... ... ...
How couldn't she - after all, he was the man Jill Scott and Whitney Houston talked about... the man that turned her on just by walking into the room, just by walking out of the room. His manliness was the epitome of "sexy" in her mind, and she couldn't wait until their next encounter.
Kim knew that things were brand-new still - after all, she met him only two months ago. She was caught up in "the newness" and reflectively reminisced on this stage in past relationships. Since her involvement with him, she's been on Cloud 9 most times, coming down for sleep, only to have vivid, life-like dreams featuring him. It freaked her out how quickly he popped into her sub-conscious, his likeness picture-perfect in dreams had while she slumbered next to him. Prior to this, she was working on herself - working out and meditating daily to focus on her brief celibacy, broken by the only type of man who could break it.
Yet, Kim knew she was slippin'. Cakin' it up had become her past-time - if she wasn't thinking of text messages that would give him pause to think about her, she was thinking of their next "encounter", hoping they'd be more than just encounters in the future. Yep, Kim was catchin' feelings fast but constantly reminded herself of the infatuation stage of a relationship... how what she knew about him was simply the tip of the iceberg and to not get too far gone. After all, a Cancer hurt her before. Damaged her, to be exact, and she thought about how the Universe had a strange way of throwing curve-balls her way. Funny how she often countered that thought with the "what if he could be the one - you never know..." b.s.
He fascinated her in more ways than one, and while she thought she could be the ultimate charmer - coming by to cook dinner, buying small gifts, thoughtful text messages and e-mails - she caught wind of the fact that he doesn't have to do much, and that she was admittedly sprung, trying hard to re-grasp reality before it grasped her.
During her thought sessions of him, Kim also thought of ways to "keep it interesting". After all, it was way too soon to bring up the "DTR" conversation due to the fact that he seemed to be in the "I'm enjoying the bachelor life" phase, and there weren't many sure signs of "permanence" in their relationship as of yet. After all, he was recently divorced and hasn't yet found the woman who would interest him enough to take him away from his workaholic lifestyle - a trait she mostly dug about him. She constantly reminded herself that the bottom line to life was to learn while having fun, and regardless of what the relationship lead, at least enjoy it for every moment it's worth.
Kim had just begun to discover the power of Cyn, yet she and Cyn still had a lot to learn. What she and Cyn hadn't decided on was whether to sexually liberate with him or whether to use this time to casually and safely enjoy time spent while "just having fun". After all, they both knew the power of the pussy and enjoyed a drama-free life, nearly 4 months sober. Cyn whispered in her ear an idea to exercise her sexual strength while keeping him satisfied. Fantasies of nights spent showing him of how womanly they both could be.
How much of a woman they all could be.
Mz. High. She was the aspiring dominatrix. Taking "it" instead of requesting "it" from him, Mz. High often enjoyed destroying the misconceptions men built of her. She was the thong-wearing, stiletto-hill strutting naughty girl who, when present, takes and gets what she wants... Gets him howling and trembling while she rides, fucking his brains into oblivion. Cuddling afterward.
Cyn. She's seductive. Starts out innocent with a naughty streak to her, lets you turn her on, and then it's knees-to-shoulders. Feet-to-headboard. Nails diggin' into skin. Shit-talking only to be sexually punished - she invites it. Lacy boy-shorts are part of her seduction tactics... The innocent, seductive persona that comes across as one who's new to the game while testing you on your skills while "in the act".
Angie's got voluptuousness-ity to her, playing on her soft curves and her physical features. Sexy, playful and flirty, while giggly when a nasty thought crosses her mind, allowing the giggle to mask for the fact that if she ever acted on those nasty thoughts, she'd have her man in the palm of her hand in a second.
Sky in the elevated being... she'll sex him physically and spiritually. A sexual goddess in her own rite, she taps into a man's energetic being and reads his body language while focusing on channeling his sexual desires. Then, she opens herself up to his response, spiritually taking him in while enjoying the experience as a whole. Tantrum yet physical and oh, so soothing.
Then there's Kim... the one who presents herself in her true form. A little cocky because she knows what she's got, she views first-time sexual encounters as rap battles, allowing the "talker" go first. She believed that she could never explain her greatness, but could only prove it. Caring and nurturing, too. Submissive. Won't stop until she knows she's fulfilled her purpose for the evening. The pleaser and perfectionist when it comes to sex.
All of them were givers, never taking without thanking in return.
The fact still remained that in all of this fun, Kim realized that she could end up potentially training him for another. While these personalities each had their share of running through her head sharing explicitly what they would like to do to him while creating elaborate fantasies, a small part of her was sick of being given away. She wanted a man who would balance her... who would take the time to get to know who she was outside of the bedroom - the yin to his yang, and she hoped that he had already begun to realize and evaluate the possibilities.
This is where Kim's logic came full circle. She didn't want to sexually unleash upon him without him confirming some form of mature commitment... She was beyond booty-call status. She was always worth more, but had to experience it before she pegged it "not for me".
Libras have always been deep thinkers/analytical and quite indecisive. So, we'll leave Kim to meditate on her thoughts of what to do next. Her decision was like standing in the Prophylactics isle in the drug store, having to decide whether to get "the usual" or invest in something new.
... ... ...
4:20 A.M.
Kim awoke from a dream she'd sworn was real... dazed and confused, she looked at the man lying next to her, hoping that for a moment that reality and her dreamland intertwined... that he'd look at her, waiting the response to his question.
Their last sexual experience ended only hours ago, and they'd usually lay next to each other naked, embracing each other while entering into the unconscious. She'd grown accustomed to the way he held her after amazing sex, as if he wanted nights like this the rest of his life... as if he wanted to wake up in the same position he fell asleep in: holding her in his arms, "making sure you don't get away" - he mentioned this their first night together... as if he wanted to wake up next to her for the rest of his life. With the way he held her and with the way they occasionally kissed each others lips, cheeks and foreheads, she'd longed for what she thought was what he wanted.
4:20 AM was the digital display on her Blackberry phone and it was no doubt that she was jarred by the dream she had while slumbering next to the man she was quickly falling for. It was no wonder - she dreamed of him every time she laid next to him, but this dream was different. It was eerily real.
The only thing she could recall from this dream was the question he asked her, referring to their status, as they lay together, her head resting on his shoulder. His question seeked an answer that would place a label on what they had, for Kim was tired of no-label relationships. The man lying next to her could very well be the man of her dreams, literally, and her answer rocked her awake.
She looked at his sleeping body in hopes that it would reflect the fact that he awaited an answer, but his snores signaled otherwise. She kissed him on the lips, turned over and wished for a blunt that would conjure Sky's comforting energy, but it was 4:22 AM, and Kim's body fell heavy as he took her into his arms again, slumber shortly following.
Their last sexual experience ended only hours ago, and they'd usually lay next to each other naked, embracing each other while entering into the unconscious. She'd grown accustomed to the way he held her after amazing sex, as if he wanted nights like this the rest of his life... as if he wanted to wake up in the same position he fell asleep in: holding her in his arms, "making sure you don't get away" - he mentioned this their first night together... as if he wanted to wake up next to her for the rest of his life. With the way he held her and with the way they occasionally kissed each others lips, cheeks and foreheads, she'd longed for what she thought was what he wanted.
4:20 AM was the digital display on her Blackberry phone and it was no doubt that she was jarred by the dream she had while slumbering next to the man she was quickly falling for. It was no wonder - she dreamed of him every time she laid next to him, but this dream was different. It was eerily real.
The only thing she could recall from this dream was the question he asked her, referring to their status, as they lay together, her head resting on his shoulder. His question seeked an answer that would place a label on what they had, for Kim was tired of no-label relationships. The man lying next to her could very well be the man of her dreams, literally, and her answer rocked her awake.
She looked at his sleeping body in hopes that it would reflect the fact that he awaited an answer, but his snores signaled otherwise. She kissed him on the lips, turned over and wished for a blunt that would conjure Sky's comforting energy, but it was 4:22 AM, and Kim's body fell heavy as he took her into his arms again, slumber shortly following.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Introduction
Have you ever wanted to share your deepest sexual secrets? Your fantasies? Your experience - but didn't trust anyone enough to just "pour it out"?
Funny how I'm about to entirely contradict myself, being that this is a blog that I'd like to share with random subscribers, but the question above is totally the reason why I'm blogging.
Let me introduce you to my alter-ego, Cyn. Purpose: To "give you what you need... I am your pusher." However, she will never become a sex slave... more dominant and aggressive than anything.
And I'll keep it as interesting as possible, tapping into my rebellious-yet-vindictive way to "stir up trouble"... Just don't take everything you read here at face value.
Cyn... She's growing, but her ultimate goal is to get 'em addicted - not just high - off of her experience. Yes, experience... to experience the Cynful experience, one must be in need of a fix, while also willing to set aside all emotional attachment outside of that fix. One must be willing to live in that moment. And wait on the next, only anticipating in the moment. Can you handle it?
She knows what she's got. She knows what she's capable of. She knows how to fill a need and takes pride on that, while constantly trying to reinvent herself.
All while keeping it safe.
Loving herself is her main priority, and she'll love you in the moment... indulge in your essence, take you in through senses beyond the human experience, channeling the energy, tapping into your deepest desires. She aims to please. Unless...
So as you explore these memoirs with she and I, let go. Let's get high.
Funny how I'm about to entirely contradict myself, being that this is a blog that I'd like to share with random subscribers, but the question above is totally the reason why I'm blogging.
Let me introduce you to my alter-ego, Cyn. Purpose: To "give you what you need... I am your pusher." However, she will never become a sex slave... more dominant and aggressive than anything.
And I'll keep it as interesting as possible, tapping into my rebellious-yet-vindictive way to "stir up trouble"... Just don't take everything you read here at face value.
Cyn... She's growing, but her ultimate goal is to get 'em addicted - not just high - off of her experience. Yes, experience... to experience the Cynful experience, one must be in need of a fix, while also willing to set aside all emotional attachment outside of that fix. One must be willing to live in that moment. And wait on the next, only anticipating in the moment. Can you handle it?
She knows what she's got. She knows what she's capable of. She knows how to fill a need and takes pride on that, while constantly trying to reinvent herself.
All while keeping it safe.
Loving herself is her main priority, and she'll love you in the moment... indulge in your essence, take you in through senses beyond the human experience, channeling the energy, tapping into your deepest desires. She aims to please. Unless...
So as you explore these memoirs with she and I, let go. Let's get high.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Carnal Indulges...
As of late, I need. I desire to fulfill... be felt... touched... kissed. To indulge in other dimensions only known in ecstatic bliss.
What ifs...
What if I determine that I want to journey... connect sexually with no connections to consequences tied to emotional attachments... It's the like-minded individuals I seek - no strings or constraints. Let go and just be.
What ifs...
What if I determine that I want to journey... connect sexually with no connections to consequences tied to emotional attachments... It's the like-minded individuals I seek - no strings or constraints. Let go and just be.
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