intimacy
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FEELING THE SMILE
I was thinking of you today. The last memory. I can feel the sizzle. I can feel your smile. When a connection has depth, there is a sense of freedom, in both movement and emotion. It doesn’t leave you, rather it comes and goes in sometimes, the most unexpected of moments. The Warm Spot in the Lake. The Feeling We Crave. There are some people who search all of their lives for this comfort. I have described this before – it is the warm spot in a lake. When you first wade in, it can be chilly and uncertain and then, there it is – and oh, how it radiates…
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THE LONG TORSO HOME
Standing above me, there you are. My patent leather stiletto resting on your chest. Im just staring at you in anticipation. You are staring back with a thickness in your eyes. There we are in what feels like a time and thought bubble – anticipating the next move. The focus only on each other. Intimacy in Inches. There are only so many “moves” or “actions.” The body in all of its kinetic glory recognizes it doesn’t have limitless potential. However, in between the inches of these movements are where the surprises await us. The expression of intimacy and imagination in its pure form. We are moving slower, taking our time…
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MONDAY LOVE: DREAM SEQUENCE
A dream where its just you and me and our desires.
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FANTASY FRIDAY: GREAT EXPECTATIONS
Mmmmm….can’t wait to taste and feel you. What a lucky woman.
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PETITE FRIDAY LOVE: BUTTERFLY WINGS
He knew she was not the kind of flower that opened up easily. However, this was not a big secret. Foreplay was intellectual volley, she was just so damn curious and eager. He was a man with a razor sharp mind and sense of business. Indeed, people that was so disarmingly charming with the humility and integrity to match. Just Lay Back and Open Up. As a woman who loved sex, to conjure passion was never difficult. Sex, in her mind, like great conversation and intellectual prowess, was an art. It is easy enough to pain with broad, vivid strokes but what makes it unique, are all the smaller details,…
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MORNING LOVE & A TUESDAY TREAT: DESIRE
“Desire is the pulse of the soul.” Unknown
- CLIENT THEOREM, ESCORT THEOREM, escort thoughts, intimacy, PROOF OF GROWTH & CONNECTION, relationships, seduction
THE MOMENTUM OF STILLNESS & THE POWER OF THE PAUSE
Every day we seek out inspiration whether we realize it or not. While most of any given day is predictable, we still seek out inspiration. Our brief satisfaction may reveal itself in the perfect cup of coffee, not having any red lights, a particularly great workout, or that first sip on a cocktail when the day ends. Our mission in life is not to wait for things to happen but to create the momentum to set that energy free. I believe we are all artists of a kind – building and creating, no matter how mundane or special, they are all unique. There is a belief that those experiences have…
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A PETITE CRAVING ON PETITE THURSDAY
The ultimate in relaxation.
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THE FEELING YOU STAY FOR
You aren’t living in a world of make believe. Perhaps you have just lived in a harsh reality for far too long. It’s time to be kinder to yourself. It is easy to fall into patterns. We all do it. After all, consistency in our lives is a crave that we never realize or vocalize. It is just there. Now, here you are…with me. A diversion but a positive one. A window opened. Together we are creating a path, discovering a new part of you, an adventure with no real destination, or maybe it’s just that the destination doesn’t matter. Just Between Us. A mutual bond of integrity, respect…
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BLAMING NEWTON
We soldier into the unknown familiarity of this chemical connection. It is the beauty of carnal physics You do not mentally process what it is that happens, but certainly feel it. A brave heart, courage, accelerated by the anticipation of a new journey into intimacy. The brain bubbles with the excitement and confidence soars. You are in the zone. This is the moment where nothing else matters. Everything is just a part in this play called, Life. Fade to black, except for you and me, we are vividly together. The Consequence of Lust… Like a gambler, are known but just don’t fucking matter. We are freefalling into the physiolgoical response.…
