Fan mail: healing of her Yoni by MissBehaviour

So a fan read my Eva story and decided she’d do her own version based on yours truly (i’m very flattered). Her name is MissBehaviour and this is her story.

It was almost a blur, and I say that in the sense of my eyes rolling back into my head, where I was able to see an astral plane of immense pleasure, bright stars, masterful galaxies and acknowledgment of being at one with the grand universe.. centered through the pulsating walls of my moistened vagina. I sh*t you not. My loins seem to know the meaning of life! My waves of orgasmic pleasure, intrigue, heightened sense of adventure and sexual expression has not been invigorated so profusely until as of recent, and I am one to have experienced a number of adventures, but nothing quite like this… Continue reading “Fan mail: healing of her Yoni by MissBehaviour”

The great Rampant Rabbit debate – how do you use yours?

So i was having a convo with a lady friend and it seems there are various ways women use their rampant rabbits. Most women only use the ‘ears’ but many have a preference as to which direction their rabbit is pointing (either with the shaft pointing downwards/between their thighs or pointing upwards). It made me wonder … so the two questions are

1. how do you use yours
2. which direction does it point in

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Freestyle Friday

I haven’t done a ‘creative corner’ post for a little while so thought i’d do one today …

As like with the old ‘creative corners’ its 5 words of your choice – the more random the better. Simply leave them in the comments box below. Lets have some fun

Mr E

here are the poems thus far:
Freestyle Friday pt6: http://wp.me/p1IvlS-wd
Freestyle Friday pt5: http://wp.me/p1IvlS-w9
Freestyle Friday pt4: http://wp.me/p1IvlS-w4
Freestyle Friday pt3: http://wp.me/p1IvlS-vY
Freestyle Friday Pt2: http://wp.me/p1IvlS-vT
Freestyle Friday Pt1: http://wp.me/p1IvlS-vP

late night love pt1

Late night silence blankets our room
The faint glow of our bedside lamp creates on warm halo of light by our bed
Moonlight silently cascades through our window
All is tranquil
Wrapped in sleeping spoon shapes
Human origami
We fold into each other
My chest against your back
Knees folded onto the hollow of yours
you stir
Move
press your back against me
Crumbled sheets
A sea of white linen waves
Skin soft flint sparks the midnight flame of half awake passion
Body to body contact generates heat Continue reading “late night love pt1”

In that moment

In that moment of release

The pinnacle of tension

That point of internal explosion

Time stands still

I become paralyzed

Dumbstruck

Suffocated by confusion

Smothered in a think layer of submission

I am reduced to the one sensation of feeling

My brain is coloured in a spectrum of urgently violent passive surrender

I expel an ocean of sound

A rainstorm of thunderous frequency

Reduced to four letter expletive

And blasphemous praise

I spin

Fall

Fly

And become static all in one

Convulsive-spasm

Move me

Staccato co-ordination

I endure this each time

You make me cum

Irony (there is….)

There is a sweet irony to the way you bow down before me

On your knees

But when you put me in your mouth

You make me weak at the knees

 

There is a sweet irony to the way you look up to me

And I stand over you

Look down upon you

Yet

My strength crumbles to the floor

The fortress of power taken over by your oral armoury

 

There is a sweet irony to the way I become vocal

Aural expression of exhilaration

Dictate and convey with punctuated urgency

While you

You command me with a silent tongue

Exercise your authority over me

With soft lips and warm mouth

Command me with subtle swirls and swoops

 

There is a sweet irony to the way hard flesh

Is made to easily submit to supple mouth

The way your giving … takes

And

How my getting … gives

 

There is a sweet irony to know that being conquered by you

Is the means to my being set free

There is a sweet irony in knowing that this oral war

Will become a perpetual battle of pleasure

That continues endlessly between you and me …

 

blindly

Let’s walk blindly into this world
Because some things are best enjoyed with closed eyes

Heighten our other senses
They will guide us
We hear the silence between words. As its often the silence that speaks volumes
Become attuned to the audio of unhurried pace
A frequency others are often deaf to
The surround sound of shared inner thoughts engulf us

Let’s walk blindly into this world
Because some things are best enjoyed with closed eyes

Take a deep breath of interest
Let the oxygen of wonderment fill the lungs of our awe
Inhale the aroma of laughter
It fills the air
We take it in fully
The nose of our potential
Is pleased with this fragrance

Let’s walk blindly into this world
Because some things are best enjoyed with closed eyes

This new-old familiarity dances on the palette of our ease
Its is sweet
The full-bodied fruit flavour of word play bursts in the mouth of our creativity
Unashamedly lick lips so not to waste a drop of lyrical juice.
Take small bites out of innuendo
Teasing sample of this treat keeps the want for more constant

Let’s walk blindly into this world
Because some things are best enjoyed with closed eyes

Fingers of vulnerability reach out into the darkness
Touch the feather softness of reassurance
We caress openness
Message it
Release tensions of reservation and guarded truths
Read the braille of past histories.
They tell the story of now existence
Hands of considered intent cup and hold
Trust
It is fragile

Let’s walk blindly into this world
Because some things are best enjoyed with closed eyes

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