A moment and then another

The bond of women sharing their love and desire together is divine to behold. When all they know is beauty, admiration and care for each other. They are in harmony and beyond envy, comparison and competition. They are lovely - a wonder. They create beautiful things and moments together. They are divine feminine. They are music. They are gentle. They are loving. They are connected. They are indefinable together and uniquely complementary.

They are the embodiment of intimate love and feminine devotion.

What is felt and created is so beautiful, words cannot describe.

I'm a little hungry for cock and worship so that's what this post is.

Ode to Cock

They are beautiful 

Tasty

And so much fun.

"Spring"

She went about her day doing her usual chores. But she was in one of those dreamy states where all her mind would do is wander. It was the middle of Spring – warm weather made for summer dresses and glistening pearl skin. It stayed wet between her legs all day. And her mind wandered.

The afternoon sun called to her and she roamed the hills. To her spot she came – a hill where she lay to watch the clouds roll by. She dozed and daydreamed in the soft air and warm sun.

She woke to being rolled over to her stomach, hands already restrained and pinned, her dress roughly pulled up. She could only see the ground as her head was pinned with a bite behind the ear. Five hard smacks to her arse and a growl.

“Don’t fucking move.” Fingers pushed deep into her wet pussy and a triumphant huff between biting teeth.

“You’re mine, you fucking whore.” He growls into her ear, as he slips his thumb into her arse. “What are you?”

She answers with a gush of her pussy and the tiniest of squeals.

He admires how she looks – how she knows – before entering her from behind, forcing her head into the ground as he pushes harder, faster and deeper – into her soul. He lifts her arse, pulls her closer into him. She is silent but her breaths get heavy and something is building inside her. She can’t restrain it any longer and her body begins convulsing. Waves wash over and she can’t help but moan with every shudder. He pulls her up to her knees as it rips through both of them – he bites her hard and growls as she screams and drops to the ground in tears, in ecstasy.

She was caught.

Positioned on her knees and arms restrained above her head, without sight she waited in fear. Her other senses alive, she could smell salt water and hear the low tones and movements of men. They were strong, reserved men - professionals.

Adrenaline running wild inside her and heavy breaths made her breasts heave. They looked magnificent in her silk slip, wet with damp surroundings. Wet trickled down her leg. She was confused by her arousal and tried to conceal her body's lust. But even she could smell the mix of fear and desire.

Footsteps of boots came toward her and stopped inches in front of her.

He could feel her breath.

She wasn't going anywhere.

Silence. She felt his gaze burn into her. Unable to breathe, her cunt beat as her heart.

Facing straight ahead into the pitch black, she could smell him and parted her lips instinctively. Her cunt wet, she hears his smirk as he plunges his hard cock into her wet mouth - down her throat. He holds it there as she chokes and shudders. Fingers plunge into her dripping cunt and pull out before she can cum. He pulls his cock out and she groans with neediness. Her breaths are heavy with desperation. 

She listens intently as he zips his jeans. He twists her nipple and smiles amused then walks away, leaving her dripping and moaning.

She loves to feel such desperate desire.

Vanilla

It's such a beautiful word. It rolls off the tongue. It also looks extremely sexy on the mouth...

What was I saying? So much tongue...

Vanilla. It's sexy. Well, it's as sexy as you want it to be.

It's not a dirty word. It could be though ;). It could be as dirty as you want it to be (within social acceptability limits of course). 

Vanilla is what you make it - the potential for toppings, extras and compilations is endless. Saying Vanilla in a confident, sexy voice is one thing I would not get tired of seeing.

So why not do Vanilla with such sensual seductive style.

Xx💋🖤

In my pursuit of self growth, I have been attending to my wellbeing and how I 'walk' in this world.

I don't want to walk, I want to dance my way through life with such grace.

So I need to sit, stand and move as a dancer does (much respect ☺️). This means training - learning and practice. Training is often thought to be extreme, pushing the limits so to speak. It is this but also can be easy and fun.

I am learning to work smarter, not harder. My intention is to make these changes and tasks enjoyable, achieve multiple goals/desires at once and do so with ease - without pushing too much. Zone of Proximity.

With this all in mind, I found a ritual for exercising, training, playing and practicing wonder/gratitude.

I have the perfect walking trail. I play at the playground, testing balance, gravity and harmony with my body. I swing and think about the sky and space. I walk on to an oval with an outdoor stadium; it has the loveliest view. Here I walk along the ledge, balancing, holding position, treading lightly, toes first, head up, posture correct, moving slower and faster depending on my grasp of coordination and balance.

I want to dance and walk beautifully.

I'm getting better at moving with confidence and grace, remembering posture, how to focus (without pushing) and breathing well.

I continue my walking journey, enjoying the sights of people, sunset, landscape and then musing over whatever takes my fancy.

A wonderful ritual this has become, with so much value attained and little time spent. Smarter not harder.

This is a photo taken from the stadium 🧡

Dawn breaking - Our time to hit the morning surf. I had been a bit grumpy and snappy lately so I was expecting it to come back to me at any moment. But this! This was cruel!

He made me take my wetsuit off... And my swimmers. Naked. I had to be completely naked despite the morning walkers' passing by and the fact that THIS IS NOT A NUDIST BEACH! 

He laughed at me and says, "But Honey, I thought you liked people admiring your body."

I glared at him. He just pointed to the ground - the shore - where the tide was rising.

"Lay down, face up, legs spread and arms pinned, please." He said before lifting his surfboard up and jogging off into the sunrise.

"Bastard! He looks so fucking good," I said with a smile as I lay down into position.

😏🖤🌅🤟

Caught, bitten and pinned to the earth

Bruised and bloodied knees

I surrender, but not without game

I wait, hands above my head

Eyes closed

Waiting for what is to come

The cool breeze comes

And pushes my legs apart

They are pardoned wide shut

Opened slightly, just enough

To let One see

That they are parted for thee.

✌️🖤

When I smell wood smoke

It takes me away

To home

Where Spring and Autumn

Drip from my sweat

And everyday

I wear Summer.

Winter warms me

With laughter and love

Warm tea

And cinnamon.

But this is a distant memory

Of what is to be

I will wait 

To come.