Passion Chronicle #4

It was New Years Eve at a lakeshore rental house in Lake Tahoe. The DJ’s music filled every corner of the house with mellow vibes as people were dispersed throughout drinking, talking, dancing, playing cards, and laughing while we snuck away into the master bedroom bathroom. The exhilaration of doing something totally uninhibited and reckless was totally hot and sexy.

He pushed me against the bathroom door and pressed his body up against mine. He engulfed me in a fiery kiss that left me feeling dizzy yet yearning for more. While his hand cupped my breast and lips made their way down into my blouse, my head was spinning. I could feel him pulsing against my thigh through his jeans. I bit my bottom lip, smiling to myself, at the anticipation of how badly I wanted him.

I wrapped one arm around his neck and his lips made their way back up to mine. I pulled my panties down from under my skirt with the other hand and let them fall down to the floor. I felt him fumble with his belt and zipper and free his manhood. He lifted me up on the edge of the sink and slid in between my thighs gently. The fullness of the first thrust caught me off guard and I gasped in ecstasy. Thankfully the DJ’s music was a loud and distracting noise in the background for us.

I quickly caught his rhythm and braced myself on the sink for support. Items were toppling over onto the floor but we didn’t care. His hands gripped my ass and lifted me off the sink into the air. I’d never been so moist like this in my life, but I’d never felt something so good before either. Every thrust became deeper and stronger. I held on tightly because I felt like I was going to explode, or melt, right there in his arms.

And his lips. His lips made me tingle with every kiss, every nibble, every bite. His raw untamable passion consumed me like a wildfire. He began to slow down. My head stopped spinning out of control. I thought I would have a chance to catch my breath. He put me down and turned me around. When he slid in from behind I leaned against the edge of the bathtub and spread my legs. His thrusts were rhythmic and intoxicating. I felt myself trembling. My body began to lose control and violently tremble as I exploded from the most intense orgasm my body had ever experienced.

I felt his hands caress the small of my back. I felt him leave soft kisses on my back as he pulled out slowly. I turned to him and he kissed my nose. I smiled and looked down to notice his manhood was pulsing. I glanced back up at him and with a sly smile on his face I knew this was just the beginning…

4th of July

Behind every kiss I feel your hopes and dreams
And aspirations of the type of man you want to be.
What we create is our own fireworks show;
Exploding with noises, sensations, touches, and afterglows.
Theatrics and elements of our passion light up the night sky.
You and I, defy all dimensions of life.

 I feel the moisture of your lips embedded in the corners of my mind.
Those lips that trace road maps all over my body are simply divine.
My juices are flowing, as the passion is exploding.
My body quivers when I feel you growing inside of me.
I can’t speak, just thirst for more.
Pulling you in deeper to reach the walls of my shore.

 Raw and passionate; intense and magnetic.
Time blurs between visions of skin pressed tightly together.
Bed sheets spread about wherever.
Yet every time you beckon me near
I come; I come and find ecstasy there.
And time and space just disappear.

 Throbbing; I’m ready to burst into color.
I squeeze tight and find that together
We’ve discovered forever.
Laying nude in complete adoration and ecstasy.
I’m exhausted; physically and mentally spent.

Downtown…..That’s The Way To My Love

That song sums up what I am talking about today.  Fellatio and cunnilingus are oral sex acts performed for the purpose of providing pleasure.  And what joyous pleasure they can provide….oh, sorry.  I had a flashback.  Focus….

While having a girl’s night out, we somehow always find ourselves discussing topics of sex, the latest guy craze or sex flop.  One topic that I always find interesting is that of oral pleasure.  What I’ve noticed is that most younger guys tend to err on the side of NOT wanting to perform it on their girls, yet wanting to enjoy the pleasure themselves. My key word was most, so don’t go jumping down my throat because I did not generalize.  Most older guys don’t seem to have a problem at all going down.  They understand a happy woman in bed means everyone in bed is happy – I can dig that!

The problem I have is with not wanting to return the favor.  Don’t be afraid to taste the cupcake.  If you fear it might be unclean, you probably shouldn’t be trying to sleep with her in the first place.  But I’m not judging.  Always do a ‘finger test’ before you put your mouth anywhere near a woman’s cupcake.  Don’t be obvious about it, but make it seem like you are feeling how moist she is.  Be slick about how you get a whiff of your finger and taste it, so she isn’t suspicious.  If anything – and I mean anything – seems funky or off about it, act like you’re having a seizure or your body is being taken over by aliens and get out of there!  That hoe is nasty!

The first time a guy when down on me I was so new.  I had no skills, I didn’t know what was going on, I was caught off guard – but my body quickly caught me up to speed on how to enjoy it.  So ladies, hopefully you get someone who knows what they are doing.  If not, here are a few tips I have passed on to gently lead them in the right direction:

  • Don’t try to stab her with your tongue like it’s a dagger.  Lick her like an ice cream cone melting on a hot summer day.  Don’t let any of the juices spill all over.
  • Try writing your name or a love letter with your tongue.  It causes different movement and keeps from getting routine.
  • You really don’t need to make any eye contact.  How about you focus on what you’re doing and we’ll focus on climbing up the wall if you’re doing it right?

oral sex - bananaFor my ladies, now that we have the guys ready and willing to step their game up, I need you to be ready, too.  It’s time to embrace your inner Lil Kim.  Don’t be afraid of the mic.  As I have mentioned to the men, I will say the same to you; inspect whatever you put into your mouth.

Our skills can lead to a pleasurable experience and also safe sex.  Cosmo has a great article on how to slide a condom on with your mouth as well as other ideas and tips. I will only list a few here for your convenience.

  • Li-li-li-li-lick him like a lollipop.  Start at the head and work your way down.  I like to trace circles around his penis with my tongue before taking him all the way in my mouth.
  • Trace your lips with his tip like it’s your favorite lipstick.  It’s just a tease move.
  • Blowjobs and handjobs are bff’s.  Don’t focus solely on the mouth or solely on the hand.  Let them work together like a stripper to her pole.
  • Have fun and enjoy one another. The balance is about what is comfortable for you.  It should be about the chemistry between the two of you and what you are trying to get out of it.  If you feel you may have regrets the next day, by all means don’t be forced into something you don’t want to.  Talk about it; openly discuss what you’re thinking and feeling.  Going Down Guide

    Above all else, practice safe sex!  And have fun!

    For more information on oral pleasure, browse the web or check out a book I found rather interesting on Amazon by Emily Dubberley.

    Passion Chronicles #3

    I lay awake at night counting the hours of sleep I lose over you because I just can’t seem to let it go. Am I smitten? Maybe just dumb. All I know is I’m feeling out on a limb like Teena Marie.

    Could it be you don’t recognize my existence? Or possibly you’ve moved on after all this time but no one has heart enough to tell me the truth.

    I love you. Is that too hard for you to understand? For years I thought maybe I wasn’t good enough for you – but no, I deserve you. Actually, do you even deserve me?

    See what happens when you leave me alone too long with my own volative thoughts? They conjure the craziest, yet plausible, scenarios. It just leaves me wondering what all of this waiting around is for?

    If I’m here and you’re there, how do we connect these dots?


    I took the knife to my wrist and cut across it slow and steady. Yes, it stung, it hurt; and as I looked closer I realized out poured all the words I was too scared to say to you all those years ago.

    A love letter coursed through my veins for you; I bled the reality of you and I….

    The Letter

    The anticipation eats away at me:
    I don’t know how you will react when you read those words.
    Those words that I wrote for you in a love letter,
    Enclosing my heart inside the seal that I kissed.
    Placing a forever stamp on the envelope
    Because that is where you will be in my heart –
    Along with all our memories.
    It’s been so long since last I saw you.

    Far too often I catch myself wandering in the distance
    Of thoughts consisting of you, and only you.
    I debate whether or not you think of me this way.
    I feel manic –
    A bit obsessed –
    I just can’t seem to get you out of my head.

    I wrote that love letter at least 1,000 times.
    Took me 13 years to finally come to terms with the truth;
    Yes, I love you.
    I torture myself over and over
    Wondering have I missed the opportunity
    Or if you’d even remember…me?

    Surely you can’t be
    The same person I knew so long ago.
    I know I’ve changed –
    I wonder if you’d even like the new me?

    Each line of my letter is a heart string
    That plays a specific melody for
    Every year that we could have been together;
    Just you and me.
    I wanted you to be swept away in adoration
    And truly see the tenderness of my love.
    You are the epitome of my desire;
    The gift I’m now longing to keep.
    I didn’t realize it then, but I am aware now
    That all I have ever wanted
    Was to live in your arms.

    Saying What I Feel

    I can’t understand why my heart is so deeply in love with you
    I told myself our good-byes didn’t mean anything
    And now I find myself sitting here crying
    Lingering on the broken promise of a future that never was
    And never will be.
    Well, because you’re you and
    I’m me.

    How did I end up here?
    Why can’t I simply hate you and move on?
    You’ve nestled somewhere inside me
    So deeply inside that to lose you
    Feels like I’m losing a limb.
    I can’t breathe.
    I can’t think straight.
    As the tears moisten the bitterness of my heart
    I feel it softly bleeding for you.

    How is it you got here?
    How did u get the best of me?
    How did I not see it coming?
    How am I in love….again.

    I tremble.
    What if this good-bye means forever?
    The better part of me wants to scream.
    Kick and scream for you to not leave.
    Not leave me like all the others before.
    But my pride won’t let me.
    So I blink those vulnerable tears away
    And smile as I hug you one last time.
    I try telling myself to let go. Let go.
    But I’ve never felt more safe and secure than in your arms.

    I said I’d never let you see me cry
    But maybe I should.
    Maybe I should go out on a limb
    And open my heart.
    Hell, it’s already broken
    What more can hurt?
    Rejection, that’s what could hurt.

    I’m gonna release you to your future.
    And keep the memories of us alive
    In the music I listen to.
    And reminisce on our kisses when I feel lonely.
    And revel in the fact that we were everything we could ever be in our moment
    And whether our love is fleeting or lasting
    I know in my heart it was real.