I started this blog over a year ago because of my divorce. With a Marine father who was reliving war every night and day and a mother who could care less what a daughter knew, the confidence and freedom to express myself was non-existent. Of course not as a person because then you would become the new wall paper but as a girl, a young lady that needed to know what to expect out there with the world and men, but what to be deserving of.
So, out in the world you struggle to find just someone that might understand you and you search and search. Sometimes you just settle. But all of that is old. I could go on and on and talk about all the bad things in my life and some of the good but whatever they were they have made me who I am today.
For the first time in a very long time I am really on my own. In the last entry I talked about "The Kiss" I honestly believe that when two people are together that enjoy each others company how could that ever be wrong? You learn so much from that person. their strengths and weaknesses and you share yours. Isn't that how we shape our own lives? We cross paths with different people and try to take as many positives of them, identify the negatives and add that to your bank of personality, a part of your soul.
Touch----I think that is the next part. Aside from personal issues that I have met someone that said things to me I have never heard. Sexy, Nice, these are words I have never heard before. So moving past what I look like I tried to feel. Touch-- To explore and touch another person is quite amazing. I can tell you little curves and dips and to touch is stimulating. It isn't only for the person you are touching but your touch itself. Remember, I believe that an intimate encounter is not about one or the other pleasing, it is experiencing intimacy at the same time. There is no competition. So often because we don't equally feel together we avoid it. With that said you should touch every day. Like a kiss. It is so sensual and the feeling is indescribable. It isn't shock or flutter it is that sensation of being in the moment where signals can cross bodies and communicate the same thing. Whether you meld into one or not isn't even an issue. Touch, laying there just moving your fingers lightly over another persons body and not thinking by just feeling in your finger-tips, It makes you float away. You feel so much lighter while you are touching them and the touch you are providing is one that you want that person to float with you. To give and receive pleasure, sensation is one of the greatest things a human possesses. I don't have to talk to you because you can use your body to do just that. So where does that bring me. "The Kiss" and "Touch" I am not sure what is next. If I am lucky enough to continue to encounter these experiences especially with this person then I will have another answer I believe.
It is finally warmer here and a warm spring breeze flows between the trees, benches and the people walking in the park finally enjoying the warmth of the day. It is a nice day to just lean against a tree off the path, where you can see people but they really can't see you. That is what is nice about parks. They provide something for everyone. To feel the ruff bark against my back my head tilted up to feel the sun and the breeze flowing around my waist and up my dress, letting me feel natures touch until I feel the soft kisses on my neck. Now I feel the pressure of not only the bark on my back but his body up against mine and I know this body. My breasts react to him, they know his touch and the anticipation for his touch makes them come out to be available to him. I run my hands over his head and through his hair, he is kissing further down and slowly between our bodies he is lifting my skirt for access to the heat he knows is there, waiting for him with no barriers. I can feel his need against me, and as I wrap a leg around him like a hook pulling him closer and to the spot that awaits to wet him and envelope him in the heat that will melt into him, and the tingling of his moan against my breast as he is suckling my nipple, makes me feverish to carry him deep in me with the wind wrapping around our bodies as the product of spring has come inside us both It is like a new flower waking up after a long slumber, just waiting to blossom, and the dew and nectar that draws the bee in to complete the cycle of life. And with life comes touch and with touch comes feeling, just the complete satisfying feeling that every touch, every drop of dew we produce is for the mutual completion of what we are suppose to carry through our lives, and with final thrusts and sounds of satisfaction and feeling of being whole we let the wind carry us to the next tree to repeat what we feel over and over..because that is just what is finally just so right.
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