Falling ( not fallin) books never lie).
It’s a metaphor not smut.
We did it in the kitchen
We did it on the sofa.
We stood like telescopes looking at opposite ends.
Me at the top He at the bottom of the stairs.
We did it to ‘its a wonderful world ’.
Dancing with our opinions Emotions diluted For we couldn’t stay away , solve our woes… Understand!
The geek and the 40 year old welded together by the elements who will die – another day
We did it on the bed. I made the first move
We went to bed intoxicated off lavender Back to back … Is this how intimacy flies ?
No discussion Diss the content Broken up by genres.
Falling books never Li
e A middle Age Crisis
Buy a car
Leave me alone
Good evening heartache
Alexis knew me well. Might as well get used to MisCommunication banging our sound.
snared by tension Bare trap
array causing a future wrinkled frown
. Tangled in an intricate web of love; An angel brightens up these gloomy days
down , heartache. Walking
the green mile
We’ve invested in this framework
To predict we’ll be an over halved statistic
One done day.. Heart ache A roof , Free fall.
Not to diss his holy heart but Wishing I’ll bypass Gods will.
His will Ignores my words anyway…
Infamous conquest of the human race to expose life’s epiphany.
de harmonisation fails to uphold Athena’s liturgy.
Poorly managed Pomodoro method
Metis grant Deep Thought access to the mind of the thunderstruck.
Search engine optimised – the ultimate article 42 disinhibits a libertarian’s reclaimed autonomy to debate life’s purpose for freedom.
hypophysectomise the moody matriarchy with
Pheromonal replacement therapy
Single seeded sire declares she made it up -it’s all in her head
Shamed for her bloody lunar cycle – men stand Erectus repulsed yet horny
cautioned to never mirror the gorgon with serpent hair
live a life barren or
Welcome the stones for a martyr’s death.
(I’m seriously stuck with this one writer’s block & in writer’s self-doubt in full force. It needs a lot of work. )
When She is in the mood to arouse you and She wants you to reciprocate.
She has a technique she uses to spruce up her petals
inject a colour dye
No doctors needed to take an oath
No need to hang dry and desiccate.
All she desires is to tempt you with her words.
She looks upon them as her Fire stoked Lords.
Simple and overused is tedious when used as commoner slurs.
So titivate is something She does.
It doesn’t require a zazen mind state to create an immediate demand for 1950 style Fords.
Take a dust feather to your ear, tickling it ever so slightly, a murmured breathe escapes – to let you know she is quite eager and indeed keen.
Arouse you with whispers of sweet adjectives.
Use words that excite you to shudder instinctively.
Now She needs to make herself seen.
Fluttering eyelashes – butterfly kisses.
Sensual and cute -tempting yet blissfully innocent.
Pure and light and dreamy enough to set your imagination to seek out. Whatever is in that mind of yours…
She wants you to know She finds you alluring
Which of your senses does she wish to tease out the most?
The ones that arouse mental fuckability from an agile, graceful host.
Often she craves a tidy up just to try out something new.
Freshen the vibe up.
Create dribbles from your lush dew.
Bubbles have more of more a rambunctious appeal.
Invite a sense of pure, exquisite fun
Her mind seeks out to imbue.
So to titillate you, she has to titivate herself.
Seems rather rueful
Please be curious about what she has in her mind –
Truth is her middle name.
Look by all means.
Dare is the name she gave to herself when she was born.
Feel free to question her too.
She speaks in orgasms when someone can make her laugh with their wit or indeed see a sparkle of hers thrown our carefree and unconsciously.
successful relationships are a honed practised recipe inciting those who have an inkling or some fledgeling clue.
“Sex is a part of nature. I go along with nature” – Marilyn Monroe
WHY THIS QUOTE ?
We are all adults- at least I hope you are and if you are a teenager reading this post, it should empower you.
I am not shy to speak about sex, my sexuality and my experiences. I won’t go into to loads of detail. So this is not a post that needs a adult only rating.
I’ve not had any positive male role models in my life who have shown me how a woman and her sexuality should be treated: with respect.
My Dad and I had a distant relationship. I mean this in a role model way.
I can say that almost all of my life, I have felt like I have had to serve men. I’ve never thought about my own pleasure. I always found myself needing to fake it ,to get through it as quick as possible ,so that whichever partner I was with at the time got what he wanted.
I have never, in all my years experienced a sexual experience where I felt safe, sober,sexy,adventurous for my own gain and respected.
It is no secret that I have been exploited by men from the age of 5 years old. I’m not going into this now because this is not what this post is about.
However, at this age , was the starting point for where I set my bar for what I would allow a man to do to me sexually. I have never enjoyed being touched. I have always felt unsatisfied.
Before G,I can recall one occasion when I had sex and felt connected and fulfilled and respected
.One of those moments where I woke up naked in the arms of this person and all our parts fit together. Each body part found a way to be not two but one.
It feels like I have had this sexual exploitation radar switched on for 15 odd years.
I didn’t know what I liked or how to enjoy myself. I attracted men who didn’t get me. In all fairness I was a a mighty glacier to contend with.
Some men tried to be patient but I gave nothing of myself. I didn’t know how to give anything. It all felt unnatural. They tried to chip away the ice but mostly ended up chipping away more of my self esteem and confidence. Their words always sounded a bit like this to me
I forced myself to buy into to it but I never felt the urge to just go with that feeling.
In all honesty, the feeling of losing myself and expressing myself sexually terrified me, in some ways it still does. Saying that, these days I am not so afraid to express myself.
We are all different.
What I thought I enjoyed sexually, was aggressive and all for the taking. I gave and the men took everything they could. This power over me usually trickled over into the areas of my life.
I found that because I was not treated as an equal in bed. Men picked up on my lack of confidence and this automatically took away more respect they had for me as a person, outside of the sexual arena. I was constantly mind fucked and used.
I allowed all this.
If sex were likened to golf .I didn’t know my handicap score – I didn’t know where or how to measure it so, I lost frequently.
places that went way yonder in a forest somewhere.
It became harder and harder to even think of trying to find my sexuality.
So, I shut down.
I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD EVER BE A CREATURE WHO DESIRES SEX.
I’ve realised that respect and patience can’t be time limited with me.
I am that really difficult oyster that refuses to be prised open . I finally realise I am the one with the pearl inside that has the most potential to mould and solidify into a Somebody to be valued.
We all have varying degrees of states of sexual confidence.
All oysters have the potential to become a fully formed pearl so do humans. It is a process and a process cannot be rushed. That is unnatural . I don’t like anything fake.
Trust and true love can’t be rushed.
so here is what I have learned about me and my sexuality
I can’t enjoy myself knowing there are heavy expectations on me with sex as the end product.
I get turned on by the mind. Banter and talking and allowing another to open up their mind and emotions to me is sexy. It turns me on.
Laughter and not taking sexual innuendos too seriously is my kind of foreplay. This fore play is not time specified.
It is more of a build up. It has no expiry date or use by date on it.
I need too feel relaxed and I need to feel safe and this takes time.
I don’t use drugs or alcohol when I want to be sexually satisfied.
I don’t want to miss a thing (thanks Steve Tyler) I want to be fully present.
I only enjoy taking control when I feel like I am taking control to make sure I fee I am getting something out of it by making love or a quickie and then I find I naturally become a flirt and a bit of a tease – I do deliver but on my terms.
Taking control in my way makes me feel sexy.
Sex doesn’t have to be aggressive. It is more fun when it is playful.
I don’t enjoy gadgets and movies and lying motionless.
I want to move .
I love to be dominated.
I am not turned on by TOO much oral sex. It is not for me. As my sexuality and experimentation grows things may change.
They may not.
I know I am having sex for me when I am asked if we should carry on. If I kiss back -pull away and kiss back and then pull away again then I’m usually turned on and the foreplay can start moving forwards.
I didn’t realise how hard it would be to write this post.
The body and mind is a fascinating machine. It can re learn to trust and respond.
I love to close my eyes and lay back and just enjoy the direction of where my body takes me.
Yes, I have had issues but all the other men (bar one)have made me feel an oddity because of it.
The sad truth is some women never get to experience what a truly equal sexual experience is. They may think the way they play out their sex live is truly what they want.
I have felt this too in my life. my gut instincts told me I was wrong.
If you are not getting an orgasm or somewhere close to it – bearing in mind that an orgasm doesn’t always have to be physical ,it can take place in your mind.
If none of this is happening most of the time,then in my experience, the sexual pleasure is one sided.
To want to reciprocate for myself has been my biggest indicator yet that I am owning my sexuality and enjoying the reaction I get from getting naked and being touched.
I know I am loved unconditionally.
There have never been bribes or guilt trips or “let’s try this” to elicit some response(even if it is pretend on my part) so it feels like “we” are both getting something good out of the experience.
I’ve had to go through my share of men – consented and not –to get to this point in my life.
I never ever thought, I would desire and lust and want to look and feel in control. I’ve never felt sexy until now and it has been worth been 100% worth it.
Fuck me, this was a hard post to write.. 😀
If you reading this I kind of hit publish !