Snow lover

I love to see the first snow of the year. It takes me back into my childhood, when we were expecting the winter vacation to come, we were dreaming about the sweets and presents that we would get for Xmas.

I dream many times about getting away from the busy life of a big city and live in a little cottage, somewhere in the mountains, with my lover and 1-2 kids….”3 she would scream now” 🙂
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Until then, I am finding my peace getting a little rest in my lover’s warm embrace.

Living your inspiration

I’ve noticed looking at other personal blogs, that whenever something good happens in the lives of their authors, they leave aside the blogging and start living the real life.

I experienced the same lately…I started living in the real world or, as my muse said in a playful voice, I am too busy fucking. 

Is blogging just a repression of our inability to live a normal life? Is it similar to video games that take over more and more youngsters, making them yearning for a perfect virtual reality and alienating their minds from the real world? Are we going for a Matrix world, too lazy to live a normal life, too bored about the same old routine?

I am one of the lucky ones that could find a balance all the time between personal and professional life, getting myself to be optimistic when things did not work very well, going through some excess….mostly sexual. But I never stopped traveling on the life flow.

We all know where life is going, so why not enjoy it on the way?

Black, dirty day dreaming

Their chimney needed cleaning for a longtime and they were delaying the decision to call somebody to take care of it for some time. She could not handle this, as he was the man of the house, the decision maker, the pillar of their marriage. She was just a simple girl, without any experience, who married the man who asked her hand from her father, when she was just 15 years old.

That morning, the smoke was coming out of the chimney and they needed to close the heating. Her husband called a man to take care of this and instructed the wife to receive him and make sure he will handle the job properly.
Two or three hours have passed since he left for work, when the doorbell rand. She opened the door and found in front of her a tall, fit man, who started to smile sprightly when she saw the sexy woman in front of him.

“I came for the chimney. I think your husband called me”

“Sure. Please come in. I will show you the problem”.

She returned to her chores after showing him around. She was washing the pots used to cook dinner for her husband, when suddenly she felt her waist being grabbed firmly from behind. She tried to scream, but her voice was silent, for the fear of what was going to happen to her.

The handyman turn her towards him and started to kiss her lips strong, making her feel like her husband did not manage to do it before. She felt a strange mixture of fear and pleasure. Her mind wanted to scream for help, yet she feared that her neighbors could say to her husband that she was for blame for all this. At the same time, the strange feeling below her waist was something she did not experience with her husband: a strong desire to have the dirty, black as coal handyman inside her.

Her body was pushed up on the kitchen table and the handyman started to kiss her whole body, going lower and lower. Her pussy was shivering when his tongue touched it, slowly caressing every inch, going inside her, biting her clit. It was something that she never know it exist. Her only experience with her husband was the 5-minutes sex, Saturday in the afternoon.

The handyman slowly got up and spread her legs even further, making his way into her, while his hands were making her legs black from all the smoke marks that were on his hands. His cock was so hard and thick, a little bit curved upwards, touching a little place that thrown waves of pleasure into her body.
He started to move faster and faster, making her moaning without being able to control her emotions, her body movements. It was like her body was not being controlled by the mind anymore. They were like two wave traveling together to reach a distant shore. And they reached the shore, experiencing the best orgasms somebody could only dream of.

The handyman washed his hands and said no payment is necessary for the services. He opened the door and left like he came: a unpolished black diamond cast away by the sun.

Easy comes, easy goes

How easy is to get rid of people! We have socks sometimes older than our current relationship. Everything is done in a constant run towards total happiness and when somebody does not match, we leave him/her behind without trying to adjust or to change something in that person.

And why should we adjust, as time is so limited and we are, usually, perfect. But perfection in our eyes sometimes is mere average in the eyes of somebody else. And this is hard to accept. Better we ditch that person and move on to the next one who will build us a statue.

By doing this, we just perpetuate the average and we refuse evolution, although in our mind we call this evolution. But starting over and over the same thing is eroding our capability to evolve. Just imagine that Egyptians would start to build the first 2-3 layers of the Great Pyramids and then tear them down. Then start again a few tens of times. Would we have nowadays the single World Wonder in Egypt?

I feel pity for those who burn everything around them, for the fear of not being burned themselves. It better to run than being disappointed, they say. But what if something great would arise if you stay?

Dream on

I got home late after work, dreaming about a hot bath and a quick night sleep. But my dream was about to change very fast.

A soft music was coming out of the bedroom and a quivering light from a candle was throwing beams over the bed, where a very beautiful lady was waiting for me. She wore a very interesting piece of black lingerie with girdles and no panties to make everything more appealing.

She got up and started to open my zipper. I was so hard that she struggled a little bit to take my penis out of my pants. She started to spit on it and lick and suck it very hard.

After pleasuring me for a while, she decided it was her turn. So she pushed me into the bed, her legs pushed my arms to the bed, while her pussy was rubbing my face. I started to lick her clit, her labia, her juices were all over my face. She started dancing on my face, getting all crazy from the pleasure I was offering.

Then she moved down, took my penis inside her and started to jump up and down, stronger, harder. I took her to our favorite sex position and made her finish quite fast, while screaming my name through the open window so that everybody would know who fucked the dirty little girl.

I lied on the bed, behind her and started to play with my penis between her buttocks, preparing her for next stage.

My penis started to enter her butt slowly, causing waves of pleasure combined with a little pain. My teeth were slowly biting her back, my tongue was caressing her neck and ears. I was holding tight on her thighs, spreading her buttocks apart and pushing my penis more and more, faster, stronger until I burst, filling her with my sperm.

It was the best sex I ever had in my life, with the sexiest woman that ever existed. I want to have this experience every day for the rest of my life. And then she slowly turned her head towards me:

“Dream on, lover….”

Did you

ever felt that you cannot get enough of somebody? That every day is only another 24 hours of her? That you cannot sleep for the fear she will vanish in the dark? That every time she gets away, your heart bleeds?

Did you ever feel the happiest man alive when she just smiles at you? Did you feel like dreaming when she offers herself to you?

Did you?

Take a walk on the wild side

Take a walk on the wild side

and keep on going….

Why I love her?

I love her more and more each day that passes by. We met 7 months ago and it’s been like a carousel ride ever since, experiencing new sensations, new experiences every day.

I thought at the time I met her that I ticked everything in life, but I was completely wrong.
I love her for the way she smiles in the morning, for how she takes my arm and leans her head on my shoulder.

I love her for how she cleans her teeth with her tongue in a subtle and teasing invitation to the best sex I ever had in my life. Sometimes it’s rough sex, bodies spanked, biting each other. Other times the sex is very romantic, playing roles, even repeating the first sexual experience we had as virgins. The sex we have is above any sexual experience I had in the past.

I love her for her mind and the very interesting conversations we share.

I love the way she gets close to my daughter and how my daughter starts to love her.

I love her for all the great stuff we do, for the wonderful perspective that she opened for me.

I love her for the peacefulness she instils in me, for making me wanting to be a better man.

I love her…..

Love mall

The shopping mall is the new temple of the modern society. We spend more time in malls than we spend with our partners, families.

Everything is for sale, for the right price. Clothes, shoes, hair color are being changed faster than seasons passing by. Our parents and their ancestors used to repair things, to cherish material things and even pass them by to the new generations. Today we are throwing away perfectly good clothes, phones, TVs after 6 months because a “new model” was just launched.
This carelessness is also applied in case of relationships that we are part of.

We recycle friends, lovers at the first sign of things going in the wrong direction. We try to change everybody, not allowing time to know them, to understand their personality, their needs.

We constantly run for perfection in every moment of our life, forgetting to look in the mirror from time to time, to check our imperfections.

And when we finally find somebody that knocks us over, we fear the worst. That everything will fall apart suddenly, that a great love like that cannot have some flaws somewhere. And we keep looking for defects until we find something. Or we invent something. Because we have to be right in the end.

Let’s cherish what we have, to praise the Gods that we are still alive, that we can move, love, have sex.

Wet wet wet

Being wet. What a strange feeling. Most animals fear water and try to remove moisture as quickly as they can. Cats, for example, would never even bath for the fear of water.

Humans are not far of this behavior. Of course we need to bath in order to clean our bodies, yet we dry ourselves as fast as possible after that.

We fear rain, we run from it, we use umbrellas to cover our head.

What if, someday, we just embrace being wet. Having rain drops running over our faces, filling every little corner in our bodies, trying to use rain as a form of a strange connection with the sky, with deity? What if rain would be just a gigantic penis that nature is trying to use to transfer knowledge, emotions?

We like wet sex, having besides us a woman that would get wet just by looking at her or a man that is aroused by a simple gesture or the right word. Yet, we run from having sex with nature.

I prefer the woman, yet I embrace nature from time to time also……for a change.

Wet is the new black.