Splash all the paints you have.
Let's make something abstract.
Or just sketch an outline
and shade me with your love.
Go under my skin now.
Use your lips now and paint me.
Let my goosebumps add to your artwork.
Wet, our bodies swelled against each other with a perpetuating force that felt self-sustaining -- and again, annihilating. Oh, that dense intensity of alchemy between you and me! A sort of energy that tantalized and taunted saying: "Do it… I dare you. Unleash that wild thing beneath your skin. Let it sin!"
Straddle me with your strength. Plant your hands onto my waist and move me. Embrace my womanly curves with your gentle grasp. Slide up my beat. Glide down my thunder. Vibrate my movements. Let me saddle you with my unrelenting hips.
Love is a recipe, nothing more, nothing less. It starts with two people, a cup of trust, a tablespoon of playfulness, a dash of respect, a pinch of vulnerability and an arena where these ingredients can be happily mixed together and baked.
The question here is: has the modern Sexual Revolution liberated us in order to enjoy deeper and more long-lasting intimate relationships, or has the absence of the potential for fertility in the sex act caused us to become more distant from the original sacred purpose of intimacy?
I saw a couple once sleep in this way: They both lay there; just laying there, no warmth, just cold running through the middle of the bed. It was a strange experience; it was like seeing something you shouldn’t have seen, but being drawn to it anyway. I can still smell the cold crisp air which escaped into the room from the AC socket I had removed to keep the chill out.
I am not saying there is anything wrong with traditionally salacious women. Being one myself, I believe owning your sexual identity is one of the most empowering things someone can experience. With that being said, the more these reckless nights piled up, the less fun they became.
Pregnancy can spike a gal's sexometer and, on the contrary, can feel as though any sexy desire has nestled down for a long winter's sleep. But, if the mojo is turned ON and all is healthy and well, why not allow your sex drive to take you wherever it leads?
Yes, Lovely Lady, I am at your feet. I am here, your Master and your Servant, your man waiting patiently for that moment when time and space have closed to nothing more than a bead of sweat between us. I am here, and someday soon this guttural growl that grows within me will become a roar that explodes and echoes deep within you. You will feel me, and you will never be able to let me go.
Ida Funk, in her mid-thirties and slim, with green eyes behind wire-rim glasses and curly auburn hair clasped back in a bun, sat on the edge of a hard bench in the dim light of the doctor’s hallway. Her hands clenched tightly to the scarlet scarf resting on her knees. The full-length blue dress she wore did little to make her feel less naked for the treatment she had come to receive.
That was my call for help – not a scream, not a knee to the groin, not even a simple No. “I have to go to the bathroom,” was all I could come up with in a moment of complete and all-consuming fear. I’m sure that would never work on a real shark.
Monogamy, promiscuity, sex between species, ritualistic prepping, sexual arousal from objects or places, sex apparently via coercion, copulation with dead animals, homosexual sexual behaviour, golden showers, orgies, Cleveland steamers, heterosexual, bisexual sexual behaviour, situational sexual behaviour, and a range of other practices.
“Imagine,” she says, “my arms around you, my tongue tasting you, my heart beating next to yours. Imagine the wildness in my eyes, the beast escaping my parted lips as we embrace in the wilderness of love’s sweet creation. Imagine the calm roughness of it all, the sweat pouring from our brows and mixing there, in that infinite field of pleasure we call 'us'."
There is no stopping a hungry heart when it knows what it wants, when it knows what it needs. It will journey through the hills and valleys in darkness and the pouring down rain to feast on the only food that will satisfy its soul.
Being alone versus being lonely—have you experienced the difference? It can seem at times quite difficult to find a mate, perhaps even impossible, but what lengths are you willing to go to attain an element of ‘company’?
For decades, medical documents and articles have stated that the erect penile length is typically about 6.5 inches (16.5 cm). However, more recent numbers share that the length of an erect penis is about 5.88 inches (14.9 cm), which is considerably less than the 'old' measurement.