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The key to wooing Mariana Trench? Any man who would write me love letters and take his time in learning about me, by reading between the lines here - this clever man can seduce my mind and can therefore have my body. Now, if he also seeks and finds my soul, I'll be his forever.
Please check out my Directory of Erotic Poetry and Prose - Yummy
 
Kama is the enjoyment of appropriate objects by the five senses of the soul. The ingredient in this is a peculiar contact between the organ of sense and its object, and the consciousness of pleasure which arises from that contact is called Kama. - The Kamasutra
This blog will predominately consist of my erotic poetry and prose, combined with art from around the world. It features discourse on culture, philisophy, humor, quotes etc. and some of my favorite things to stimulate all your senses:
"Kitsune" is Japanese for fox. Foxes are a common subject of Japanese folklore. Many stories depict them as intelligent and sexual spirits that take the form of human females. In Japanese, "kitsu-ne" means come and sleep, and "ki-tsune" means always comes.
ARTWORK TOP LEFT "Red Head" BY: Jacob Collins
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Titania Kaleidoscopic
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Posted:Apr 19, 2010 7:41 am
Last Updated:May 26, 2010 7:20 am
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She upon the grassy knoll,
Plump thyme crushed beneath
Her feet like musky rose roots
Digging into violet-studded dirt,
Giving way to her fine crevices
Woodbine her breathing upshot,
Tongue savoring behind her teeth,
Glistening toes cling to the silt,
It tickles and she sighs melodic
In her fairy bower, she entertains
To pass time, a dulcet bliss hour
She rests upon her chill bosom
Waking, she rolls her fingertips,
Stretching languidly, springs forth
Mandela patterns, dandelion flight-
Intricate fleshy blue vein rigidity sings
Like the gentlest skin - a bat’s wing,
Smooth hot yolk of a robin’s egg,
A bead of sap, thickening - glistening -
Ownership trails traced across swells,
Her grasping a gown of hummingbirds’
Tangled crimson and emerald feathers
Off comes this robe flung wide.
She is harmonious darkness shining -
The fibers of her worshiping nerves
Delta orbiting, trajectories her thighs
Aromas like eclipses of sound
The fertile, the fecund, pounding
She comes – hovering aloof,
Pushing down her blood slender
Across her territory and divinity
Her fingers dance an intricate waltz
Tickling pollen specks feed honeybees
Sucking the orb of her clover bud
Oh to be that pulling - her quintessence
Of bone and fluid mass colliding,
The heft of her body jolting down
Aloof, slippery, yet again, exploring
Creamy ribbons of need floating lust -
And, thus, regain her transparent soul.
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Texture
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Posted:Apr 13, 2010 12:55 pm
Last Updated:Jul 17, 2010 11:01 am
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"Remember the first time you tried something different than the classic American recipe for ice cream? Perhaps it was Italian gelato. Let's imagine that," She said.
"What flavor of gelato am I having?" He said, with a hint of whimsy in his smooth, rich voice.
"Hehe..." she paused, "what flavor are you? Not 'what flavor am I having?' You are the different experience. Other men were ice cream, *you* are gelato."
"French vanilla," he said, "makes me sound so - vanilla."
They both snickered. "Ok, how about creme brulee?" she quipped.
"Perfect," he murmured, his warm lips against her smooth neck, the sensitive and tiny hairs on her upper back arisen, anticipating.
They had been discussing how Ben differed as a lover from other men she had been with. It was not that he did anything remarkable that would target him as an older man. It was not that he was incapable of amusing her, relating to her as a woman, arousing her, it was none of that. Honestly, the difference that stuck out for her was in terms of the texture of Ben's skin.
Her mind flashed back to the night, to her fingers gliding across his shoulders, over his chest, upon his thighs. There was some difference, some lightness of the touch- something unique about Ben's skin. It was like, to use another metaphor- paper. Yes, paper. This seemed more apt than the ice cream gelato metaphor she has put out there when he had asked her if she had noticed any difference. Ben was like that, he would not, did not shirk from that type of discussion. Most men would not have brought up their age difference. For Ben, a naturally curious and highly intelligent person, it was just one of many topics for their consideration.
Japanese rice paper feels different than Western paper made with wood pulp. It's not that the paper is thicker or thinner, they could be of the same heft- the same weight. It's not the color, certainly. This is about touch. Rice paper feels different. In the same way that, simply, touching Ben's skin felt drier, a warm but well, raspy sort of experience. Thinner. Delicate. Yes, Ben's skin was like Japanese rice paper.
Suddenly, she longed to run her tongue down his body, to revel in the differences she was attempting to catalog. She longed to warm up some almond oil and liberally drip it down his torso. To rub it deeply into his flanks, listening for his breathing to deepen as he grew aroused. To watch his eyelids, though closed, quiver as he envisioned her creamy smooth young skin upon his body. To hear his moaning and know that she was the most exciting woman he had slept with in - well, she had no idea since when. It would be gauche to ask or to imply, but a woman can sense these things.
Age had not been an issue for one moment, while they were dressed. To be honest, she had appreciated the things an older man could provide for her. The nice meal, the sophisticated manners. When was the last time a man her age had helped her on with her coat? She could not recall. It was not that she spent the evening with Ben because of his money, but rather because he was a gentleman- sophisticated and polite, and also at the same time because something about him struck her as a kindred spirit. A coiled cobra about to pounce. She could see this characteristic in others, because it dwelled within herself. It was immaterial where they ate, on some level. And yet, she had to admit, there was definitely a seductive quality about the night. All those wines, all that rich food, all those lovely flowers arranged just so in the lobby of their hotel. She pushed the costs out of her mind. Who cared that tomorrow she would be having two eggs and rice for dinner. Tonight would be crab,lobster, steak, and fois gras.
And now, hours later, she imaging once again how it was to be laying upon Ben- to be laying with Ben. Her long red hair in coils, cascading over his skin. Her body and his, scented like the two of them together, their lovemaking for the moment paused. A small moment between moments, gentle talking and caressing. She knew he was tired and yet she also knew this might be their one opportunity to really enjoy each other on the physical level- ever. She had learned to live for the day. Life was hard. You had to grab at pleasures when they were offered.
As Ben lay under Cynthia he contemplated her reaction to his lovemaking. He could not get over how wet she had gotten, how wet her body still was. How responsive. You had to merely run a finger down her side to get her legs to open eagerly. This was a fundamental difference between a woman of Cynthia's age and a woman of Ben's wife's age. Fresh, moist, hot, ready pussy. Ah, and her moaning and her shuddering climaxes. That- well, simply put, Ben had never ever been with such a responsive lover. That word again: responsive. He wished he was not so exhausted from his long day and the hours of driving earlier. He longed to take her again and again, to fill the room again and again with her cries of passion. Her moaning, the whispers growing bolder and less restrained until they crescendoed into screams of passion.
The feeling of Cynthia's skin against his fingertips reminded Ben of earlier when he had brushed his fingertips over her shoulders in helping her on with her coat. She had been so sweetly appreciative of that gesture. Something his wife had clearly grown accustomed to, and yet obviously Cynthia was not always treated as well. A shame, such a lovely woman. So passionate. So articulate. Ben longed to reverse the clock, to travel forward or backwards in time at his leisure. He imagined a 35 year old self woeing and marrying Cynthia. But- would Ben at 35 be the Ben who met and bedded this Cynthia? Ah, time travel is such an odd fictional desire. Better to focus on the here and now, and what one might actually *have.*
Ben ran his hand down Cynthia's thighs and cupped her waxed smooth pubis. His fingers sliding gently and subtly over her vulva, dipping slightly downwards into her pussy. She murmured and moaned softly. "Ah, what a woman," he thought. He began to suck, playing with her pulse, feeling the subtle pushing of fluid, as her lifeblood coursed through her veins. His tongue pressing and sliding about the hotness of her neck, he felt his cock grow harder still as he considered Cynthia and pleasured her with his mouth.
The touch of the crisp hotel sheets upon his lower legs, belong his calves, in contast to the slightly harsh coarseness of Cynthia's abundance curly hair pressed against his arm almost made him want to move her hot locks off his body. He shifted, and as he did he realized that her hair was somewhat damp with sweat and smelled of her. The perfume of Cynthia's body odor, combined with the smell of their lovemaking, drove his cock from fairly hard to aching throbbing and utterly rock hard status in the blink of an eye. Ben, his body perhaps 20 years older than Cynthia but strong from a lifetime of outdoor activities, rolled her down to the smooth and barren side of their king bed, and in one elegant move moved himself above her.
She felt his sinewed arms and his thick, muscular shoulders encasing her body. She was pinned below him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled his body fully down upon her. His cock pushing near her pussy, she felt her body ache for it to push deep into her and claim her yet again. His mouth came down and probed hers. He felt her suck upon his tongue, and she heard him groaning into her mouth. He tasted like her pussy, like the wine they had drunk earlier, and like the mint he had sucked on as they rode the cab back to the hotel from the restaurant. All of these flavors mingled with the feel of his firm lips. In the fleeting moments before Ben began to fully, deeply fuck her, she again thought about texture and realized that even Ben's lips felt slightly different than younger men's lips. It was that same phenomena- their skin was just slightly thinner but again, not in a displeasing way. Just different.
"Woman with Red Hair" found on the Great American Gallery website
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I have a type...
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Posted:Apr 12, 2010 7:52 pm
Last Updated:Jul 17, 2010 10:43 am
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There is a certain type of male character (in this case I will focus on television shows) that I am drawn to. If these people existed in my day to day world, I'd be stymied into flirtation, constantly aroused by their presence. As it stands, we all know they are fictional but I think if you look at the list you'll see I have a certain "type" of man I'm attracted to. HEY- ABOUT MY LIST! Please don't mock me! No fair picking on the horny single chick.
Dr. Hawkeye Pierce from MASH
Dr. Gregory House from House
Agent Cooper from Twin Peaks
Agent Mulder from The X-Files
Agent Booth from Bones
How would you characterize the "type" represented in my list??
Off the top of my head, I'd say they are:
- Alpha Males (leaders and authority figures)
- Dark haired, fair-skinned, well-built but not muscle-bound middle aged men
- Analytical/cerebral
- Highly intelligent
- Loners/unorthodox 'black sheep'/rebellious
- Possessing of a dry wit/sarcastic
- Professional, well-educated and career minded
- Compassionate
- Capable of defending themselves or others (with intellect and/or physical abilities)
Do you have a type?
Who in popular culture (fictional person) represents your type?
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Echo and Narcissus
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Posted:Apr 11, 2010 6:04 pm
Last Updated:Jan 29, 2011 11:31 pm
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What brings one to the other? To the other?
The fickle whim of the Gods. Of the Gods.
Is it how the curl
falls across her forehead?
Falls across her forehead?
Is it how his eyes slide...
across her smooth shoulders
to glance aside, hesitating?
Across her smooth shoulders
to glance aside, hesitating?
Is it how she knew his voice...
Had been hearing it in her dreams.
Had been hearing it in her dreams.
And he called
Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?
She repeated the last word, "You?"
Here/Hear
She is!
She is!
She is!
His soul embraced... The certainty. The certainty.
It shouted: Mine. Mine. Mine.
Her soul replied: Yours. Yours. Yours.
And no one is ever going to
love you more than I do.
Love you more than I do.
But there - he was. He was, there. But..
Frustrated, because they spoke (but)
A different way of speaking.
A different way of speaking.
So where do we leave it? We leave it.
He tried to
embrace it,
embrace it,
but when
He touched it
it disappeared.
Disappeared
Dancing on the riverbank,
nodding in the sun.
Nodding in the sun.
A lovely white flower grew.
"Narcissus" by Hungarian painter Benczúr Gyula, painted 1881
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Fireflies and Lightening
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Posted:Apr 6, 2010 9:09 pm
Last Updated:Apr 11, 2010 10:49 am
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Sometimes fires
will fly into the sky
after a storm has struck,
small beacons, casting about
in the silent and heady evenings
through thick fields of
barley and wheat, corn and oat,
and on up the gleaming pathways
long after the sun’s rays have danced
off to the heavens and into the stars.
Still but for the crickets-
they dance, pulse, and glow.
That's what mine feel like (most of the time)
they're hard to catch and meant for a jar...
shooting out unpredictable and subtle
But, you inspire me to
Chase across the openness
the universe yielding up
to release, to unzip,
shearing two halves of the
vast above, like your eyes
shooting open in a
startled shudder
of electric power beholding
a cling clasp togetherness.
The soil rolling in mimic of
clouds sharp - pollen, lichen
the whole world smelling
raw renewal, power and
wild destruction, and
heavy and inevitable -
thick fetid cloaking...
The loud sharp surrender
ground shaking in rapture
that is what I see
in your dilated eyes
like I see it in the rows
of dark emerald green
how these little yellow lights
cast furtive hallowed beams
to sparkle and move in
sanguine succession
like surfaces glinting from
cold, restful streams.
"Midnight Fairy" by Howard David Johnson
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Fecundus
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Posted:Apr 2, 2010 7:36 am
Last Updated:May 31, 2010 7:00 pm
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Pooling out
From between
His bride's legs...
What course
Was this river to take?
Erupting in a
Trickle of
Iron blooming and
Potential.
Succulent,
Fecund and
Primal.
But no-
He did not want her,
Her coarse hairs
Shining in the
Gas lamp.
Their coils harder
against his palm than
the eiderdown he expected.
She closed up.
Rolled over,
Feigned sleep.
His conception of what?
Tainted.
What did she
expect? What?
A defeat of the
Feminine.
This
from a man who
Championed the
Female Corpus.
Romantic ideals,
In conflict with
What one really is.
She really is
As hairy as that,
and the
smell of her as
thick, as round
as her levy thighs.
Only to be ferried,
These passageways.
Singing praises
To those who
Bestowed their
Fertility.
Yes, false
Benedictions for
Posterity.
Meanwhile,
The young bride
Shifted on the
Coarse mattress,
Wasted in beauty.
Her
lifetime thereafter pivoted - defined by this.
(we will never know)
Her
fullness that night.
"The Fisher's Bride" by Erzebet
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Ophelia
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Posted:Mar 30, 2010 3:48 pm
Last Updated:Jan 4, 2012 3:44 pm
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Needle pricking the linen to stitch
Embroidery, like a lady is bidden�
Floating on quiet softness in distance
Obsessive introspection led me to a state
What lies upon the trunk, kissing
Fibers of this moss-fingers clinging
Sexless, moistened, hazy martyrdom
Grime, vacant, and upturned arms-
Walking, the feet of devoted friars
How your cock wants to convert,
Pacing the stone enclaves, prayer in
Your energies and your freshness-
Noxious crow-flower chisel stem blood,
Lisping eyes see where that path leads.
For I know my own imminent fate
(I am an icon - a paradigm - of virginity)
Will I have separated sanctification from lust?
Is my serene arousal dangerous to you?
Can you smell the rosemary�s arid twang?
My hallucinating eyes, will they see my pallor?
- Consumptive skin, tubercular, lilted-
Hovering spaces, resting between atoms�
Emaciated stretched between upstart daisies,
Raw cowslips, clinging nettle, long purples -
Damp ground, yielding- songs of nature, decay
The bank of this stream, my fingers dropping,
Foaming banks beribboned with garlands:
Bruised violets, those columbine, rue
Idle, vacant, waif-like blossoms to anguish upon,
Spiraling like my other, quiver shadow release.
The flowers she drops in the water float away
"Ophelia" by John Everett Millais
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Posted:Mar 26, 2010 9:35 pm
Last Updated:Apr 2, 2010 9:43 pm
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It's not often I cry,
Some might say I'm done, but...
- in between the big moments -
when our whole world opened
when it received
astral projections of
consumption and possession
and when you
applauded arias
with your eyes
that were
coursing, pulsating -
/ strobe lights /
/ vital fluids /
You singed me to my bone
You ate my flesh with a glance,
You saw me...
Just me - just me - here.
a metronome, the lighthouse -
Our passage in the night,
back and forth recollections
of pressure, fission,
some kind dopplegang fuck
the measurement of time
in melting wax, peat bogs,
carbon 14 dating, and shale beds
Are these other moments,
The small moments
these microscopic moments,
And in these...
I get depressed,
I can't predict them
when the whole world
swallows my sense of safety.
I yearn for you, it's like it's -
Those times when I was younger,
On some very cold nights,
I'd sometimes find myself locked out.
I'd forgotten my key,
And I'd be waiting on the steps,
Numb and foolish,
Nobody to blame but myself.
You're digging in the dirt,
Planting morning glory seeds
Optimistic but distant-
When they'll flower.
Searching for some kind
Of significance to be
discovered is the grail of
your self-preservation,
That you need me that much...
Can you hear
I mask the
way my eyes dim,
I cover my lips,
smiling wide but
Forlorn, remember
It's
Just me - just me - here.
And in the click of that
analog alarm clock, how
fast things aren't
moving forward -
Waiting for the next one,
Just me - just me - here.
if you are not careful you'll
fall, just like the other
earring slide down the drain.
I've still got this one
But there is no retrieving
How the moments left us
It's that brief pause
between when the first
song is done, and
the next song begins-
Evaporated lyrics
(just that ephemeral)
And your growl saying mine
Like my memories are mine,
And meanwhile I'm
Just me - just me - here.
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Dante
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Posted:Mar 25, 2010 12:32 pm
Last Updated:Jan 13, 2011 7:14 pm
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Io mi senti' svegliar dentro a lo core
Un spirito amoroso che dormia:
E poi vidi venir da lungi Amore
Allegro s�, che appena il conoscia,
Dicendo: "Or pensa pur di farmi onore";
E 'n ciascuna parola sua ridia.
E poco stando meco il mio segnore,
Guardando in quella parte onde venia,
Io vidi monna Vanna e monna Bice
Venire inver lo loco l� 'L'siamo era,
L'una appresso de l'altra miriviglia;
E s� come la mente mi ridice,
Amor mi disse: "Quell'� Primavera,
E quell'ha nome Amor, s� mi somiglia."
TRANSLATION:
I felt myself awaken in the heart,
a loving spirit that was sleeping;
and then the empty became a long love,
so glad, I could just recognize.
saying "you think you can honor me,"
and then each spoke to reconcile.
and little according with my lord,
watching the countries waves,
I see lady Vanna and lady Beatrice
coming towards the spot I am at,
one bliss pursuing still another bliss.
And - here is what I am reminded of -
My Love said to me
"Then is the first
and that has the name love,
She resembles me."
I think this is about how Dante was in love with both Vanna and Beatrice. I think Vanna resembled Beatrice either physically or spiritually/intellectually, or all of the above. I highly recommend if you enjoyed this to visit you tuba and listen to: Vide Cor Meum , the Patrick Cassidy composition based on this poem. I was just listening to it and it's really quite sublime. See, I'm not all punk rock goth angst.
"Flight of Icarus" by Yngwie Malmsteen
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Rhiannon
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Posted:Mar 24, 2010 9:58 am
Last Updated:Oct 25, 2010 5:54 pm
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Belly to belly you breathe
your life into my holy temple,
Exhaling, mine into yours.
I am the moon in your arms,
I am yours
luminous, a most radiant orb
whose spark fills your eyes
with such brilliant fire
that I turn away, but you urge,
“Look at me...” oh "...yes, I see"
My eyes, in reply to your voice,
Affirming mine
My soul dances upon our Tor
The sky cymbals clash,
The wind blows the bells' chime,
The trill of a flute joining,
Every open bud nodding in time -
I am compelled to hear, to listen
The sheer liquid sound of mine
to seek edges of wildness
in that radiant glow.
I am singed, edges crisp burnt
An offering, my flesh-shrine
Absolution, miraculously
yours utterly yours
Our bodies mingle, you gave
me the dangerous offerings of
a thousand eclipsed suns,
Till I gloriously spill forth...
my light beckoned you, and you
You- held fast, saying mine
and the moon dove into your throat,
Releasing and shifting our axis,
fusing us to the shooting stars' fire,
as the sea's waves caress the shores,
High tide and the wheeling of a
breaker, against quivering pillars
and the earth moved under us, like
slow slow, quickening, at last-
shifting into our tectonic frenzy.
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5 Plums
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Posted:Mar 23, 2010 9:14 am
Last Updated:Oct 2, 2010 8:54 am
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Clenching them tight to my undulating chest
Two on the right- three on the left, they rest
These are some juicy, dusky plums to harvest
You gave them... and - I ruthless/shameless
Deliciousness, dwelling upon my own bough
Your own mouth suck, you crave them now
Their warm skin - smooth and taunt
Their slick meat - firmly succulent
Oh three or four brief days wayward sings
These fruits will go the way of such things
Memories last as you do in them de lighten
Meaning for now, I shift and they ripen
Perpetual, blooming into golden, grey...
Let's not whisper effigies, let's sing today
This harvest of our delightful ache dance,
Such fullness, bodies knowing decadence.
"Plums," by J Tweertle
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Stream of Consciousness
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Posted:Mar 23, 2010 8:40 am
Last Updated:Jul 21, 2011 3:39 pm
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Initially, I woke up about 7:30 and used the bathroom. Upon returning to bed I realized I was very horny (big surprise?) and decided to masturbate. About 40 minutes later I had come at least 30 times, mainly thinking of your fingers and mouth on me. I so want to feel your hard cock inside of me. I want you to fuck me so hard and so much and so long that when I masturbate I can't erase the burning lust of you filling me from my mind's eye. I want to fantasize about your cock pounding into me slowly, agonizingly, and gradually...but still so slowly, building up in crescendo till it's bruising, pushing, slamming, teeth rattlingly hard fucking. And as you are pushing in and out slow, than faster, than faster still, to this breakneck fast hard fuck speed- at each of these moments building building...I want you to feel my pussy tightening and squeezing against the sides of your cock, hot and urgent. Just as your fingers had, but this will be eye to eye face to face mouth to mouth, and wet wet wet all over your cock, down your balls, down our thighs. However, for now- believe me that I had very statisfying orgasms and in my mind, I was shouting your name...your name...your name...chanting it...humming my pussy to sing it...and eventually, yes, something I have rarely done while masturbating, screaming screaming as I came...coming for you into you fucking you as you were fucking...my fingers clenching you, your hand on my throat, pumping my blood up from my cunt into my mouth, my tongue tightening in heat and rasping, your name your name....and so wet, my essence puddling between my thick warm thighs and waiting there for your fingers to smear it onto my stomach, into my hair, to clench my hair into your fist and inhale your sweat, to lap it, to consume you to suck you in.
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Kundalini, Karezza, and Expanded Orgasms
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Posted:Mar 21, 2010 5:05 pm
Last Updated:Mar 9, 2011 7:50 pm
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Kundalini is a dormant energy within most people. In Hindu mythology, Kundalini is a serpent goddess who lies asleep at the base of the spine, coiled three and a half times around the first chakra. Her name is Kundalini Shakti, and she represents the unfolding of the divine Shakti energy, the energizing potential of life itself, a living goddess who enlivens all things.
Under certain circumstances, the Kundalini energy awakens and begins to rise through the body, piercing and opening the chakras as she moves in her undulating, snake-like fashion. As Kundalini releases stored and blocked energies, her movement can be quite intense, sometimes painful, and often leads to mental states that seem out of this world.
Circumstances that stimulate Kundalini awakening are many and varied. As a comment by Aura of Sex (BELOW) has prompted me to make an update, I'll provide the following suggestions for how to achieve the state of awakening:
He says (rightly so)
1. Sound
2. Movement
3. Breath
I'll clarify:
Sound meaning peace, quiet, the lack of sound or soothing sounds that enable you to focus first and foremost on the sounds of your lover/s and the two or more of you together (not, for example, blasting Tool, which I do also enjoy for sex, sometimes. Good band, Tool. But not Tantric when at full volume.)
Movement meaning rhythmic, fluid moves. And repeating, cycling movements. An example- the fingertips sliding up and down the inner thigh over and over. One side, than the other.
Breath and most especially, shared breath- the rhythm created by and intensity of breathing in sync is unparalleled. This can be achieved by a concentrated focus on your partner's breathing, a consciousness in breathing yourself, think of the doctor saying 'take three deep breaths.' But this will of course need to happen over and over, and be done in a regulated controlled but escalating manner.
Kundalini is a condensed, primal force, similar to the potential energy found in water. When released, it creates a vertical connection between the chakras by opening the subtle channels known as nadi, most specifically, the central channel that moves up the spine called sushumna. If we put water through a small hose at very high pressure, the end of the hose will undulate like a snake. Similarly, the intense energy of Kundalini undulates in the body as it rises through the chakras.
Kundalini can also be seen as a result of the chakras connecting to each other. Theoretically, as the chakras enlarge, the spinning of one can enchance the spinning of the one above or below it.
According to Tantric philosophy, lovers can learn to direct sexual energy through the body's "chakras," or energy centers. Moving the energy of orgasm through these physical channels (activating a lover's kundalini) is thought to create sensations of ecstasy throughout the body and to enhance health. There is much to learn about this ancient art. Over time and through practice of the art of Tantric sex, lovers can release a particular kind of energy that can bring about harmony�and increase sexual pleasure and intimacy.
While you are learning to ride the wave-edge, take turns with your partner. As one of you rides the wave of bliss, the other acts as a "lookout," keeping the wave-rider from falling into the undertow of orgasm-when the wave-rider reaches saturation and relaxes, you trade roles. During the course of one sexual encounter, you may trade roles often. You may also rest (in a semi-detumescent state), and begin again later if you like. When you and your partner become attuned to one another, you will no longer think about who is riding the edge and who is guiding; the roles will blend and mesh and you will both simply "be" there. That is basically the "secret teaching" of tantra.
Sometimes, while learning these techniques, the lookout partner becomes suffused with a feeling of personal power, knowing that he or she can cause the wave-riding partner to have an orgasm, simply by making a slight gesture at the point when the wave-rider is letting go and relaxing. This experience of power should not be devalued. It is profoundly moving to realize that someone has given his or her sexuality into your control and it is a pleasure of high magnitude to watch the process of your partner's orgasm unfold -- but once you understand your power in the situation, don't force your partner over the edge, for mistrust may develop, and the partner who is continually forced into orgasm may lose the fine proprioceptive senses he or she should be developing.
A non-religious spiritual form of sexuality is best known in America as karezza was popularized in the 19th century by Dr. Alice Bunker Stockham. To allow spiritual feelings to evolve without embedding them in a religious context, try the karezza technique of looking into your partner's eyes, thinking about the universality of sexual congress among all species, and then extending your awareness out beyond the pair of you to the world and to the cosmos. You may find yourself in what is called by some "the magnetic ocean," a sensation that you are partaking of a universal, ongoing sexual experience that is life itself.
Expanded orgasm is any sexual experience more intense and extensive than what can be described as, or included in the definition of, a regular orgasm. It includes a range of sensations that include orgasms that are full-bodied, and orgasms that last from a few minutes to many hours. The term was coined in 1995 by Dr. Patricia Taylor. It was used in her Ph.D. research of intense sensual experiences of 44 couples from various backgrounds and referenced in a video she produced in 1998.
Distinguishing features of expanded orgasm are energetic sensations and contractions all over the body, especially in the abdomen, inner thighs, hands and feet, and of course the genitals.
There are reports of practitioners going into various altered states of consciousness, bringing about deep emotional release and rejuvenation, profound spiritual experiences, having awarenesses not normally perceived in regular orgasm, and perceiving energy expanding beyond the limits of their bodies.
The Seven Main Chakras
FIRST OR ROOT CHAKRA
Location: Base of spine, at the seat of Kundalini
Central issue: Survival, stability, acceptance, self-preservation, deep-rootedness, perception, grounding, fear and safety
Goals: Stability, grounding, physical health, prosperity, trust
Excessive: Sluggish, lazy, tired, monotony, obesity, overeating, hoarding, materialism, greed, Fear of change, addiction to security
Deficient: Fearful, anxious, restless, lack of discipline, underweight, financial difficulty Chronic disorganization
Balanced: Good health, vitality, well grounded, sense of trust in the world, feeling safe and secure, stability, prosperity, ability to relax
Physical Dysfunctions: Frequent illness, disorders of the bowel, large intestine, bones, teeth, problems with legs, feet , base of spine(chronic lower back pain, sciatica); eating disorders; depression; immune-related disorders; skin problems; lack of energy;
Addictions: Food, gambling, shopping, work
Traumas and Abuses: Birth trauma, abandonment, physical neglect, poor physical bonding with the mother, malnourishment, feeding difficulty, major illnes or surgery, physical abuse, inherited traumas (eg. war, poverty, etc.)
Spiritual challenge:
How well we manage our physical world;
HEALING STRATEGY:
Physical activity, lots of touch, massage, reconnect with the body, grounding, Hatha yoga, look at earliest childhood relationship to mother, reclaim your right to be here;
SECOND OR SACRAL CHAKRA
Location: Lower abdomen
Central issue: Sexuality, emotions, financial, creativity,codes of honour and ethics
Excessive: Sexual, pleasure addiction; excessively sensitive and strong emotions; invasion of others, seductive manipulation; obsessive attachment; emotional dependency.
Deficient: Poor social skills; frigidity, fear of sex, lack of desire, passion, excitement, denial of pleasure; fear of change; rigidity in attitudes
Balanced: Graceful movements; emotional intelligence; ability to experience pleasure; nurture of self and others; ability to change; healthy boundaries
Physical Dysfunctions: Sexual dysfunctions; ob/gyn. problems; Dysfunctions of reproductive organs, spleen, urinary system; loss of appetite for food, sex, life; chronic lower back pain, sciatica;
Addictions: Alcohol, sex, heroin
Traumas and Abuses: Sexual, emotional abuse, neglect, rejection, emotional manipulation, physical abuse, alcoholic families, denial of 's feelings, inherited (untreated , sexual issues)
THIRD OR SOLAR PLEXUS CHAKRA
Location: Solar plexus, below the diaphragm
Central issue: Power, self-esteem, self-image, energy, will, responsibility
Goals: Vitality, purpose, strength of will, vitality, spontaneity
Organs: The respiratory system and diaphragm, the digestive system, stomach, liver, gallbladder, kidney, pancreas, adrenal glands, spleen, the small intestine, the lower back, the sympathetic nervous system
Excessive: Overly aggressive, dominating, controlling, blaming, arrogance, manipulative, power hungry, stubbornness, hyperactivity, excessively ambitious and competitive
Deficient: Low energy, weak will, poor self-esteem, passive, sluggish, fearful, poor self-discipline, emotionally and physically cold, victim mentality, blaming of others, unreliable, poor digestion
Balanced: Feeling of tranquillity and inner harmony, self-acceptance, respect for the nature and emotions of others, feeling of unity with the rest of humanity, responsible, reliable, confidence, spontaneity, sens of humour, able to meet challenges
Physical Dysfunctions: Arthritis, digestive disorders, ulcers, colon and intestinal problems, anorexia or bulimia, pancreatitis, diabetes, gallstone, allergies, problems with the stomach and liver
Addictions: Amphetamines, cocaine, caffeine, work, anger
Traumas and abuses: Shaming, authoritarianism, physical abuse, fear of punishment, dangerous environment, age inappropriate responsibilities, inherited shame from parents
HEALING STRATEGY: Risk taking, grounding, emotional contact, deep relaxation, stress control, vigorous exercise, sit-ups, psychotherapy (release or contain anger, build ego strength, work on shame issues, strengthen will)
FOURTH OR THE HEART CHAKRA
Location: Chest, heart, cardiac plexus
Central issues: Love, unconditional love, self-love, forgiveness, relationships, intimacy, devotion, depression and loneliness
Goals: Stability, trust, physical health, prosperity, grounding
Identity: Social identity - Level of relationship Loving relationships with significant others, with oneself and with all life
Organs: Hearth and circulatory system, lungs, bronchial tubes, shoulders and arms, diaphragm, thymus gland, the immune system, the skin, the upper back
Excessive: Demanding, jealousy, co-dependency, poor boundaries, overly sacrificing, possessive
Deficient: Antisocial, withdrawn, cold, shy, critical, judgmental, intolerant, loneliness, depression, fear of intimacy and relationships, lack of empathy, narcissism, bitter
Balanced: Compassionate, loving, self-loving, empathetic, peaceful, balanced, good immune system
Physical Dysfunctions: Disorders of the heart, lungs, thymus, breast, arms, asthma, allergy, circulation problems, immune system deficiency, tension between shoulder blades
Addictions: Tobacco (smoking), sugar, love, marijuana
Traumas and Addictions: rejection, abandonment, loss, shaming, constant criticism, abuses to lower chakras, unacknowledged grief, divorce, death, conditional love, loveless environment, sexual and physical abuse, betrayal
FIFTH OR THROAT CHAKRA
Location: Throat
Central issue: Communication, self-expression, self-discipline, speaking one's truth
Hormonal glands: The thyroid and parathyroid gland
Organs: Throat, thyroid and parathyroid glands, the neck, vocal cords and organs, mouth, teeth and gums, jaw, ears, muscles
Excessive: Too much talking, talking as a defence, inability to listen, gossiping, interruptions, over-extended, stuttering
Deficient: Fear of speaking, small, weak voice, difficulty putting feelings into words, shyness, tone deaf, poor rhythm
Balanced: Good listener, resonant voice, good sense of timing and rhythm, clear communication, lives creatively
Physical Dysfunctions: Raspy throat, chronic soar throat, mouth ulcers, gum difficulties, scoliosis, laryngitis, swollen glands, thyroid problems, headaches, pain in the neck and shoulders, ear infections and problems
Traumas and Abuses: Lies, secrets, verbal abuse, constant yelling, excessive criticism (blocks creativity), authoritarian parents, alcoholism, chemically dependent family
Spiritual challenges: To recognize that your strength of will is measured not by how well you exert your will over others, but how well you control yourself. Conscious self-control and discipline means living according to the truth that every thought you have is either a potential act of grace or a potential weapon. Right thought leads to right speech leads to right acting.
HEALING STRATEGY: Learn communication skills, letter writing, inner communication, practice silence (excessive), story telling, singing, chanting, toning, release voice, loosen neck and shoulders
SIXTH OR THIRD EYE CHAKRA
Location: The centre of the forehead, brow
Central issue: Intuition, imagination, ability to see one's life clearly, use of the mind/intellect
Sense: Intuition (the sixth sense)
Organs: The brain, nervous system, eyes, ears, nose, sinuses, face, the pineal and pituitary gland
Excessive: Hallucination, nightmares, obsessions, delusions, difficulty concentrating, headaches
Deficient: Poor vision and memory, insensitivity, lack of imagination, difficulty visualizing, difficulty seeing the future, can't remember dreams, denial
Balanced: Intuitive, perceptive, imaginative, good memory, able to visualize, able to think symbolically, able to remember dreams
Physical Dysfunctions: Headaches, eye and ear disease, nose and sinus problems, facial nerve problems, nightmares, brain tumour, stroke, neurological disturbances, seizures, full spinal difficulty, learning disabilities
Traumas and Abuses: Frightening environment (war, violence), what you see does not go with what you are told, invalidation of intuition and psychic occurrences
Spiritual challenges: Pride and the ability to make judgements. The spiritual lessons relate to insight and intuition, to seeing beyond the visible.
HEALING STRATEGY: Meditation, visual stimulation, create visual art, coloring and drawing, working with memory, dream work, hypnosis, guided visualization, past life regression therapy
SEVENTH OR CROWN CHAKRA
Location: The crown (top) of the skull
Central issue: Awareness, spiritual search for meaning, issues of karma and grace, grace bank account, spiritual awakening, divine discontent
Level of relationship: Relationship to our life's true purpose, relationship between the ego and the higher self, relationship to God and spirit
Excessive: Over-intellectualization, spiritual addiction, confusion, dissociation from body
Deficient: Spiritual cynicism, learning difficulties, rigid belief systems, apathy, materialism, greed, domination of others
Balanced: Sense of spiritual connection, open-minded, wisdom and mastery, broad understanding, intelligent, thoughtful, aware, ability to perceive, analyse and assimilate information
Physical Dysfunctions: Energetic disorders, mystical depression, coma, migraines, brain tumours, amnesia, chronic exhaustion not linked to physical disorder, sensitivity to light, sound and other environmental factors
Addictions: Religion, spiritual practices
Traumas and Addictions: Spiritual abuse, forced religiosity, blind obedience, misinformation, lies, withheld information, invalidation of one's beliefs
Spiritual challenges: Hope and faith, spiritual conscience. Spiritual quests and questions of your life: For what purpose was I born? What is truth? What is the deeper meaning of life? Can I find that? Failure to hear and respond to these questions can lead to anxiety and depression.
References:
"Biological Basis of Tantric Sex" website (and image)
"Reiki for Holistic Health" website
"Expanded Orgasms" definition on Wikipedia website
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