Little short passages I wrote that are going to be added at the end of the book but not as stories. After this I will continue to write about intercourse and relationships again.
As I lay awake at nights contemplating the feelings in which my heart aches at night and body tenses as I remember your scent. The feeling of our bodies touching one another as we collide in a heat of passion as your ecstasy fuels my feeling of desire deepen to new depth that my soul didn’t know. The rapture of this feeling is deep that even now as time has passed I still feel you. The soft gentles caresses that I felt when indulging in pleasures that my body has not felt since I have last laid eyes on you. A smile that captivated my senses and other feelings which soared higher than the sun itself. This feelings of agony and pleasure mix with a hint of compassion reminds me of nights when you laid in my embrace as you felt happy and safe and every problem you had just melted as you lay in my presence. As I write this I remember as warm water brought are two heated bodies together as we soared the ladder of blissful climax in which we intertwined till we couldn’t physically do anymore. As are souls ached for more are bodies responded with the sweet guidance that only the heart will let us feel. As I sit here on this beach hearing the waves crash and a soft breeze pushing against my warm body; I only desire to know what your warm body would feel against mine.
As I contemplate this memories I feel a turmoil unfold within me. Memories that wash over me as this feelings are ready to rupture into a million pieces. I tend to listen as the winds brought forward your words. They landed gently onto my soul; promises that weren’t kept. Ideas that I contemplated as you brought a gift bearing more than I ever foretold. Looking into your eyes I seen a soul that yearn for more. Not mistakenly your eyes watered as I disappeared unto the unknown. As I came back with resilience your eyes gleamed with hope; brought bearing a gift which you unwrapped with a tempted soul.
Writing this very late I can’t help wonder about you. My heart and soul yearn to know what is like to be in heaven again with you. Remembering as once you where mine and only mine. Your tender embraces feeling the roughness of my desire as we sychronize into one rhythm. Hearing your moans echo agaist the wall driving me to lose all control and sense and witness the beauty of a women laying underneath me. My admiration for you has no bounds; my desire is deep; my love knows no bounds; my body aches to indulge in pleasure. As are bodies collide and laughter flows into time. Memories left in the sand which only time will remove. Nonetheless only eternity will remember the passion that we share and time can’t completely destroy.
This is towards the end of the erotica story; I’ll be giving the book here for free to my followers as a thanks. As far as I can tell people enjoy this story more than the other two. Enjoy
Every mountain I walk towards I see another in my way; as anything else I don’t stop. My desire is deep and my agonizing heart tells me to no avail should I yield. I feel your breath on my neck as we breathe one another in. I smell the desire between us growing as we see into one another eyes. This agonizing feeling that you cause me to feel; no one else makes me feel the way you do. Your smile sends my senses into another galaxy as your eyes glimmer of excitement. You call me an enthusiast and you indulge yourself with pleasures that seek further. I imagine searching new places that I have never seen, but I know god was grateful when he put you onto my path. As I admired your beauty I couldn’t help but want every single aspect of you. As we indulge in are five senses and at a deeper level of are soul I knew what Love was once again. I woke up from a deep sleep to find a women radiating with what I wanted. I go far; but I knew I didn’t want to stop till you beg me for no more. My depth is deep; but I knew you could handle it. Out of my own insecurities I didn’t give you everything I could have given you. My heart beats and this memories haunt me when I felt the warmth of your body against mine. As we embraced one another lust and love I knew I found something very few people find in this world. I never tried anything on you; was rather natural. When I told you..”Do you believe in destiny…? (Yes) why? I felt something deep inside that told me I would regret if I didn’t come for you” seeing your eyes show compassion I knew supreme intelligence was being too generous with me. As I breathe the cold air and imagine how far you are; your smile fading away from my memories; I just know my heart knows what it feels. When you told me my aura was transparent you weren’t wrong. My depth of my drive knows no bounds; I imagine holding you in my arms as I look deeply into your eyes. Undaunted at my stare as we know one another, I bring you closer to me. I want you to feel my warmth and what I feel; you bring me to my knees. As I slowly raise your chin to kiss your tender wet lips I can’t forget what you smell like. As you take my embrace knowing you will be okay in my arms and will be safe I pick you up against the wall as I smell your neck; I want to remember this. I hold you firmly ripping your shirt and bra with ease; I want no barriers. I throw you onto the bed as you look at me with desire I ask you to take of your pants and underwear. Admiring your full body you become shy, I ease your tension by telling you that you are gorgeous. I don’t say something I don’t mean. Would you believe me I would deny a model over you? I would do it any day; And I Have. As I tie your hands I don’t want you to touch I ask you to bend over; Admiring your nice ass I spank you slowly. I will be leaving my mark on your ass; tonight you will be mine. As you let out a low husky groan I feel desire overwhelming me; I haven’t had the pleasure of having you for some time. I flip you over and untie you. I will do to you what I should have done I pick you up against the wall and relelentelsly start fucking you, I want you to look at me as you know you are the only one that has this deep effect on me. Your moans become louder filling the room I stop and open the window and bend you over on the rail as you overlook the ocean. I enter you deeply and spank your ass as I pull upon your hair roughly not holding back being merciless with your body as you completely let go into your desire. The despair of pleasure soaking every sense of your body as you ask me not to stop! As I stop you look at me why? I grab your hand and throw you onto the bed once more, I grab one leg and put it onto my shoulder. I want you to feel me as deeply as possible. Being relentlessly I have the intention of you screaming; I want the neighbors to know my name! As you ask for more grasping onto me as you climax for me once; twice; three times I won’t stop till you ask me to stop. As are bodies collide are groans and desire filling are bodies beyond what is humanly possible. You get on top I see the beauty of your body as you guide me to ecstasy and bliss that you seem to feed upon and grow your own desire. As are souls come together to feel the exchange of energy we climax onto one another feeling one another at a deeper level.
Other Parts of the story
Breaking Point – 2
If you apply this concept into life I believe it could make it more interesting. One of my first teachers sent me a link to a video in which it explains how some individuals see life as something that happen and passed by like if it was just yesterday. I believe that is a sad way to live with no goal or no direction. The link will be at the bottom and you could check it out.
I am aware people love to live day-to-day and not always worry about tomorrow and that is fine everyone has their own structure. The problem I see with this is that it becomes a routine and we stop pushing to see new opportunities. This within itself could become a self fulfilling destiny because are habits do become are destiny.
Don’t forget to push yourself towards something new and drive towards novelty because it will bring upon a new experience. Make a new business, go against social norms(I love this one), do the opposite of what people do, make a new habit, challenge yourself to have sex for two hours, write a book, if something makes sense do the opposite, forget common sense, you want another individual then go for it! Forget social norms; be a daredevil, a pathfinder, carve your own path, what am saying is live life-like it’s an adventure and don’t stop in the familiar. Yes it could be scary, but once you accept everyone is going to die it just a matter of how you want to look back and see what you have accomplished.
Link To Video
“Were not done yet” “What!?, I don’t think I could take it anymore. You already given me more orgasms than I can’t count. I feel numb” He seem to be contemplating ” it’s okay one more will do, get on your knees.” I won’t deny I wanted him to cum into me and fill me up with all his juices. He was still hard as he grabbed my juices with his fingers and put them into my anus. It shocked me” It’s okay you will enjoy this” so far he knows what is he doing so why not. “Okay”. He inserted a dildo into my ass with a slow steady pace, allowing me to get use to this feeling. As I breathed into to get use to the feeling he inserted his penis into my vaginal. In a rhythm that drove me too far as he reached around to stimulate my clitoris at the same time. Holy shit an addiction that drove me obsessed with the intoxication in my veins as I was left speechless. As his onslaught became merciless and pounding into my ass, vagina, I couldn’t bear it anymore. My body ached with a rupture which I thought would explode me into a million shattered pieces. As I screamed “Daimon please I can’t take it anymore! I can’t please just cum with me please. I want all your juices inside me and feel all of you please!” His groaned came out hoarse and deep, driving my animalistic senses to a whole new depth I didn’t know existed. ” Now Julie” as I screamed his name “Daimon” feeling all his juices feel all of me. Exhausted as we both laid down; shaking all over my body tense as the aftershocks flowed all over me. I couldn’t say anything I stopped existing feeling the indulgence of desire.
He laid beside me as I observed his figure in the dark. It has only been a few days and I have grown attached to him. I feel confused almost shocked at how fast things have happen. “I will be back, want water?” “Yes please”. Seeing him go makes me ache inside which definitely tells me I am attached to him. At times I have a hard time understanding myself but he seems to understand me and have some patience. I am afraid that he would get bored of me and leave me, I am scared to love him. I’ve been hurt before and he seems to tear down my walls and see me for who I am. I have to be strong and independent and not let my feelings run wild. Seeing him return I wondered how he felt, did he want me or just sex? Was I the only one?
“Daimon I feel like everything happened so fast” as he looked at me intrigued seeking with his eyes for more information. I already said this might as well continue “The way you make me feel; you are so passionate and driven and relentless. I am afraid that you will get bored and move on. I don’t like getting hurt and you don’t seem like you will settle.” Looking into his eyes I seen something I have never seen in him before. Was it compassion, anguished, uncertainty it’s like he lost his composure. He set the water down on the table as he sat naked on the edge of the bed. Thinking deeply to what he will be saying. As he looked at me closely his stare driving a fire inside me with just his intensity making me nervous he looked away as he struggled inwardly with something.
His body was tense as he looked at me again his voice was soft and compassionate “Julie” he paused never looking away as the tension grew between us. ” I don’t do this with just anyone, when I first laid eyes on you I knew I have found what I’ve been aching for.” I was lost for words searching to see if he was lying but I know he is being honest and straightforward with me. I could tell he was honest because he was struggling as he doesn’t like being vulnerable. “I love who you are Julie, and that within itself is a gift that God placed in my life and deeply grateful for. You are what I want and I knew that since I first laid eyes on you.”
The soul seeks growth, at times the best things are the thing we can’t see but only feel deep within ourselves which words can’t describe but we feel. – Alex
It came to my attention that a friend had her images displayed because she left her boyfriend; which within itself is cowardly from his side. I will be writing about this within a story that happen about a year or so ago I remember being in an upscale condo in Sacramento with Allisa. If you read “The Power of Desire” I mentioned who she is. I am grateful for meeting her and the connections which I undoubtedly owe her more than words could suffice.
I remember looking out onto the bay as she laid asleep as I contemplated many things and Allisa came up repeatedly, how vulnerable she became with me even thought she is thirty years older than me. During my night stay I became aware she has multiple companies and is very confident within herself. I notice the humbleness which she displayed without reserve. Being brought up in San Fransisco her family didn’t have much which made her strive to be very successful. She accomplished the “American dream”, but wasn’t satisfied with having money. Now she owns multiple privately owned charities which she gives back in many ways. I was captivated by how caring she could be, but I knew she didn’t tolerate dishonesty by the way she spoke about honesty. As her walls came down little by little because I figured we would only see one another that night so I thought; she told me about family, relationships, insecurities, business, friends, love, things she detested, views on feminist ideals and things that shocked me. I didn’t expect for a women who I perceived as very confident show this many insecurities inside.
As I questioned and discussed many things throughout the night I learn to appreciate the little moments in which you share with someone even if it’s limited at times. When someone gives themselves to you so to speak it is something that is special. When seeing someone flaws and positive traits getting a more concrete image of a person and seeing the more authentic side underneath I believe is something not everyone shares with just anyone. Physically being with someone and them having trust that they will be safe with you I believe is a compliment and it’s something that is admirable. The moments you share blissfully with a person when time seizes to exist because all you perceive is one another; that is worthwhile and cherished in my perspective.
I could honestly say I detest when someone exposes another person because they are hurt. I understand the feeling, but that doesn’t justify the emotional weight you put on the other person for reviling things that some individuals consider very private. It’s really unfair that if a person gave themselves to you for that period of time and you use it against them. If the individual trusted you that much to send or let you take images of them; that within itself should be sacred and respected.
The Power Of Desire
Have you ever felt desire dwindling or felt you lack sexual drive? I was looking into how to make desire last in a long-term relationship. If the waning of lust or yearning could be brought back. I remember the pharmaceutical companies are creating pills in which would spike women desire back up, essentially the same as what Viagra does to men.
Apparently America is a big market for such pills ” medications, molecules aimed by pharmaceutical giants at the same despair, the feeling of desire’s vanishing, aimed at the same market, worth over four billion dollars a year in America alone”. As well it made me wonder why hasn’t a pill been made yet. It’s also interesting how birth control pills effect some women than others differently ” women whose antidepressants suffocate their desire. He would have a way to understand one of the conundrums of his field: why birth control pills snuffed out sexuality in some– but far from all–women”. It seems like women desire is rather more complex than males.
I wondered if a women desire seems to wain from more of a psychological perspective and why has no pill been approved by the FDA. The mind tends to control the body and sometimes vice versa, as well political has to do with the pills not being approved. ” Another reason was bound up with a David-and-Goliath battle that some therapist saw themselves fighting heroically against the drug industry–against its rush to find, win FDA approval for, and market what is loosely known as a female Viagra. Since the late nineties, when pharmaceutical companies has begun making billions by assisting erections with a chemical that affected the capillaries of the penis, the corporations had been seeking an equivalent for women. But this hadn’t been going smoothly, because women’s sexual problems usually aren’t genital; they’re entrenched in psycholigcal.” If this is true wouldn’t it be as easy as thinking differently? Or is it much deeper than just the thought process and something more biological?
The more political side of it would be society would change dramatically. The resonated with what Goldstein recounted from his involvement with Flibanserin. In Flibanserin’s trials, he hadn’t taken his usual outsider’s role, interviewing women, dispensing medication. He’d been hired as an advisor by the corporation that owned the molecule; he’d been in on strategy sessions. “When you’re going to the FDA with this kind of drug, there’s the sense that you want your effects to be good but not to good.” he said. Too good hadn’t turned out to be Flibanserin’s problem, but, he explained. “There was a lot of discussion about it by the experts in the room, the need to show that you’re not turning women into nymphomaniacs. There’s a bias, a bias against– a fear of creating the sexuality aggressive women. here’s this idea of societal breakdown.” This off course would be very negative to how society been structured for the last millenium or so. As far as we know off course.
As far I am aware the companies have not been able to find a drug that brings desire or lust back within a relationship. There are a few theories of why, I think there is other remedies but it is things I would have to test out first.
( Daniel,Bergner. What Do Women Want? United States : HarperCollins Publishers Inc. June 2013)
Three years ago I met this women called Daisy at subway on Vermont and Sunset. At that point it was my destination every other day to go work there. Oddly she came back into my life now but I didn’t see her the same as before. When I first seen her eating a tuna sandwich she seemed rather sad and in agony. I spoke to her if I could join and smiled to cheer her day up. I felt her sadness and I couldn’t help but wonder why would she be sad. Her blond hair fell to her shoulder width and pink small lips formed a sad smile, her blue eyes showing sadness even tears forming. I spoke to her softly to ease her tension, and told her that this is a new beginning for her. She smiled and laughed. Her eyes glowed with happiness which I thought was good because life is pleasant. As we spoke she started to tell me what is going on.
Daisy was twenty-four at the time and had broken up with her abusive boyfriend who she was for Twelve years. Yes I was surprised she was with him since middle school, at the time we spoke. They had broken up two months prior and I could tell the effects were still strong at that point. She was studying art and drew very well which captivated my interest. She was failing miserably in school because her life was more dedicated to her e.x at that point. I started to guide her to be more focus on herself and finish school because she has so much talent; I didn’t want to see that go to waste. Her ambitious were grand and I pushed her to see the confidence I seen in her.
Two months after meeting her I started an open relationship with her, being very brittle she started to smile more and became very caring. Being really attractive she started to turn heads and radiated this exuberance of happiness. At that point being only with one partner her whole life she was ready to bloom; ripe for spring so too speak. As her sexuality expanded she became more feminine and her body language/self-confidence just grew. Five months later her e.x contacted her and I became aware because I believe in honesty is mutual. I notice her internal turmoil and consolidated her, but always let her do as she desires. I warned her what would happen if she went back with him; I knew she desired a relationship. Eventually she started with him again and I let her be.
Three years into the future she is twenty-seven and I am twenty-two. We met up as she contacted me. I was intrigued what happen to her after such a long time; apparently he became abusive again she left school and I was astounded but felt empathy towards her. He cheated on her and left her when I think she is really attractive and has such a great personality if you see inside her walls. I was infuriated but then again its a choice she made. At the end I kept her as a friend because I respect her and had a good connection with her. I doubt I’ll ever seek out more, at times is good to give out an open hand to help someone in need. At times it’s financial other times is emotional and that is something that money can’t buy.
I wrote this with her permission; I don’t write about individuals without their consent.
As I sat hearing the song Motivation by Kelly Rowland in Tierra Mia which is a coffee shop, drinking a horchata frappe sitting down I couldn’t help but overhear three young women speaking about intercourse. Sitting in a table near the door they where directly five feet away from me at their own table. It was rather empty being 12pm in the morning, but one of the women was speaking proudly about an experience that caught my attention.
I observe two of the women had black hair and are rather thin, I assumed around 115, no split ends which I figured they must take care of themselves and as well physique. Light brown tone to their complexion, the more excited one has brunette hair; 5’8 and seem toned; I figured from some type of sport. As I approached them I directed my attention to her specifically; I overheard your enthusiastic voice about a recent experience and I believe people would be interested in your story. What do you mean? I blog. About? Sex and relationships; I study this. They all laughed, and they all agreed why not. This off course is the short version off the conversation.
The brunette was Brenda which introduced me to Stephanie and Janet, apparently all college students. Tell me what happen, I have had only one partner in my life till I met this guy his name is Joseph. We met about six months ago and I couldn’t be helped but he tried to flirt with me and is rather daring. I felt this excitement and a little uncomfortable of the fact that he is twenty – eight and I am twenty. This didn’t stop him and last night I gave into him, which shocked me because it took my E.X three year till we had sex. I think he is a bad boy even thought he is older; I think all he wants is sex which is okay with me. They all laughed and giggle; how was the sex?
It was nothing like I ever felt; Like I felt bad and naughty and desired. Like he did a lot to get me; I wore a thong and special lingerie for him. He was extremely rough with me and I enjoyed myself like never before. I had one orgasm but that orgasm was so deep and so exhilarating that it shook my body and left me breathless. He said it was a form of tantra, breathing techniques? ( I figured she had a full body orgasm, I have seen women eyes roll back, full body twitching and not being able to walk from this. Could be really strong when you mix tantra with intercourse). Stephanie saying I haven’t even had an orgasm you lucky b****. Janet apparently hasn’t had intercourse, everyone at their own time.
Brenda was talking to me about how deep can an orgasm go? There this thing in Tantra in which it’s called becoming with one or an all blissful orgasm that shoots out of your head and you feel at peace. People say it’s possible but it requires knowing your breathing techniques, hmm maybe Joseph could help me with that. Yes, he sounds experience and I am thinking you will be enjoying yourself with him. Yes I am!
I am usually curious about how women inhibit their sexuality or I usually try to understand why a women wouldn’t be comfortable in her own body. Everyone has a different answer; let’s look into a book I have found intriguing.
While being raised to some extent I figured women are more sexual than presumed. It made me wonder why then tell women that they are “slutty” or “whore” when they are just expressing themselves? “We’re raising women to be sexually dysfunctional, with all the ‘no’ messages we’re giving them about diseases and shame and fear. And then as soon as they’re eighteen they’re supposed to be sexual rock stars, multiorgasmic and totally uninhibited. It doesn’t make any sense. None of the things we do in our society prepares women for that.” It would make more sense if women are raised to enjoy themselves so they could have more healthy relationships with themselves and with others. You could put a male in the same situation and he would be praised for exploring and enjoying himself.
I found this passage rather interesting “I am done living in a world where women are lied to about their bodies; where women are objects of sexual desire but not subjects of sexual pleasure; where sex is used as a weapon against women; and where women believe their bodies are broken, simply because those bodies are not male. And I am done living in a world where women are trained from birth to treat their bodies as the enemy.” As more information comes out daily it would make sense to bring one another up not down. Yes not everyone is the same, but nonetheless it doesn’t make sense to put someone down. If sex is such a big thing why are people so insecure about talking about it or expressing it? It has to do with social norms and a lot to do how we are brought up from a young age.
At the end the message is the same, we are all the same just different in are own unique way. “We know by now that there’s no such thing as normal—or rather, that we’re all normal. We’re all made of the same parts as everyone else, organized in a unique way. No two alike.” So I agree to come as you are because in your own each way each one of you are special; if that touched you then smile to someone because you never know what a smile could do.
(Emily Nagoski, Come As You Are, Scribe Publications, 2015)