Little woman

This night was one of the most emotional in my life. My soul was finally reunited with the woman I dearly loved and who will always be “the one” for me.

This reminds me of a great song that Freddie used to perform:

“You’ll remember when this is blown over,
and everything’s all by the way
When I grow older, I will be there at your side to
remind you
how I still love you, I still love you…”

No matter what harsh winds will blow upon us in the future, no matter if everything will turn into a dry wasteland with no drop of water to cool our dry lips, we will still have each other, forever…in life and beyond.

She was one of the very few in my life who managed to unchain my petrified heart, to make me openly express emotions and feelings that I always pushed down within me, for the fear of losing my vainglorious power and attraction. With her, my soul would burst out in a river flowing towards caressing her, expressing my deepest feelings, thoughts and fears. I was all over her, covering her in soft kisses, combing her hair, holding her tight until our souls will unite into a supernova shining in the dark sky.

Her beautiful laugh was everything I dared to dream. When I was not around her I was not myself. The fierce lion was finally tamed…by a very sensible woman, powerless in appearance, but with a huge heart to offer to that special person who would bring her the lost Cinderella shoe.
She look amazing: big green eyes, curly hair, slick smile always on display, a might to read beyond appearance and gestures.

Her height was merely 75 cm, but she was one of the most vertical women I have ever had the honor to meet. She was my baby daughter…the most handsome little woman in the world.

Born from a fast burning love, that eventually died, the little woman had so much to offer that my heart was always on the edge of blowing up from a stronger emotion than it could bear.

Was she the antidote to my constant hunt for finding the ultimate flame that will incinerate my heart?

Goddess of sin and pure pleasure

The most interesting woman I ever met in my life was brought by a hot autumn wind in my path and soon enough she filled my mind, body and soul with her unforgettable smell, playful words and beautiful smile.

Jarod Kintz once said about the woman of his dreams that „She looked like the kind of woman I could fall in love with. Trouble is, she was standing next to the kind of woman I’d like to make love to”. This woman was definately the one to make love and to give up all your senses in her arms, between her long, beautiful legs. Sex was present in every little part of her body, in every phrase, on her lips and mind.

The first encounter was like tidal waves crashing on a rocky shore. Only that the shore was also moving towards the waves, embracing them, dominating their power and forcing them to cry for more.

Both our senses were climbing mountains of pleasure and oblivion of anything, but the two bodies that were moving as one ship sailing on whirling seas. Climax was just a few steps away, but the painful need of getting more and more closer, until the two pieces would become the next supernova of the dark blue sky, was continuosly pushing the finality.

Suddenly, two screams were united by an overflow of emotions and pure pleasure as few people can experiment in an entire lifetime.

Soon enough, the tenderness, the addictive smell of her body, her fine spirit and beautiful mind would disappear as they came into my life…with the hot autumn wind.

Afraid of feelings that she did not want to experiment, with a book full of failed relationship around her, she prefers to sail from harbour to harbour until a storm will end her continuous voyage.

„If you want to love me, then darling don’t refrain” says a song. Fear no future misery as the present is now and anything can happen on the way. Carpe diem!

North wind

I am a summer man, born in the middle of the summer, a sun lover, capable to stay for hours in the brightest glow.

I was never a fun of the north wind, as it brought the end of heat, of endless hot nights and overnight road trips, travelling towards the sun.

The north wind brings also lots of misery. The Vikings that raided Europe came with it, the huns that killed more people than Hitler traveled on its wings.

One autumn night though, the north wind spawned a beautiful creature in my path. She was tall as the mighty Vikings, bore their strong and restless spirit, wandering around without being able to find peace of mind.

I was a women’s darling, being pampered by more than 100 during my relative short experience. My body was traveling from bed to bed in the search of total lust and oblivion of human short life.

When I met her it was as all the women that passed through my life were there only to prepare me for the final encounter. She was the most sexual animal a human had the chance to meet. We fucked 3-4 times per night and although I was not a young man anymore, she got me started every time.

We woke up at night to play games and to feel our warm bodies craving for the rough and tender touch, for the penetrations that started slow, only as a promise, followed by an avalanche of rapid stokes that brought orgasms rarely experienced in life.

Usually I got bored after having 2-3 sexual encounters with a woman, but with her it was better and better as time was passing. We used to play all sort of games to spice up the experiences. Her imagination run wild and ignited my senses even more, although her body was appealing enough to drive me wild.

And the north wind started to blow again. Will she finally stay this time, or the calling of the wilderness will draw her once more to a new scenery?

Fantasy

When it comes to imagining a night of passion, most women will dream of exciting lingerie, candles, incense sticks, maybe a glass of wine. And of course about a man that will be knocked over by the picture presented in front of his eyes.

And most men will indeed be very much into this and very thankful that after not having sex for maybe 2-3 weeks with their partners, such an opportunity presents itself.

When it comes to a man’s fantasy, a naked or more naked women will suffice. We are simple beings…most of us.

For hunters though, a naked woman is not enough. They’ve seen a lot of them and are not impressed by a prey that offers itself to him. They need more stimuli, very clever picked so that they are not either ridiculous or too small.

One of the recent ones that I experienced involved a rape. We discussed a little bit about the frame and all other details were left to chance.

He was waiting in the dark, breathing hard, heart pounding in the expectation of what was to come. Then suddenly he hears steps on the hallway and the key being pushed in the keyhole.

He jumps with one hand holding her by the waist and the other one pressing her mouth not to scream. They crash on the floor, while his leg is pushing the door shut. His hand is lifting her skirt and with a quick gesture tearing off her panties.

She is already so wet that he is tempted to take her…yet she needs to be tormented still. He starts teasing her with his hard penis, feeling how she opens more and more to him, her body shivering of desire.

A loud moan is released when his penis penetrates her in a brutal manner, surprising her senses and putting an end to her expectations.

“It hurts, take it easy”, she says. But he is too much into it, pressing harder and harder until they both have one of the most powerful orgasms ever experienced.

It seems that the hunter can still be surprised.

Hunt or be haunted

A very bored couple enters a pub and sits at a table next to another bored and attractive couple. They speak to each other with their mouths, but their eyes are speaking to the woman and man next to them.

The neighbor woman stands and goes to the bathroom. The man invokes an excuse and also goes to bathroom. He waits for her and when she exists, he asks for permission to sense her perfume and he kisses her on the neck, while his hand reaches her panties and caresses her pussy.

When he returns to the table, he asks his lover if the smell on his fingers is familiar to her. She throws lightings towards him and demands to leave at once.

They drive home and enter the apartment. She turns off the light he just turned on and kneels to offer him a great blow job, spitting on his penis and devouring every inch of it.
His hunter senses are activated to the maximum. Another trophy is demanded from her, though.

He lifts her up and presses her body to the wall. His hands are tearing off her panties and he penetrates her pussy, making her moan gratefully for the pleasure he is offering. The play continues though, while he is searching for another place, that no other man before him touched. She is trying to escape his attempt to sodomize her, but without success.

He is pushing harder and harder, while she feels mixed feelings of pain and pleasure. Their bodies shiver long after his juices fills the fortress never conquered before by anyone.

Will this new found pleasure make him forget his constant desire for hunting and buy her some more time with him?

And I let her go…

Actually, I let both of them go. The first one maybe for good and the second for another painful 11 days.

The second one is my daughter who was taken from me by her mother, as my 4 fortunate days have passed today. I am one of those „very lucky” fathers that get to be with their child after divorce for 8 days a month, although the mother still thinks that it is too much.

I hope that nobody experiences the pain a father is going through when he needs to hand over the child to another person, a child that is crying because she wants to be with her father still, as she does not think that 8 days is „too much”. But adults know better, don’t they?

The first one was the women I loved the most in my life. She came into my life as a falling star and was extinct in the same rapid way she appeared on my sky. She was and still is everything that I ever dreamed to find in a woman: very mature thinking combined with a childish smile, inteligent and well-read in a very broad and diverse way, very sexual and inventive in bed, capable of great feelings although she prefered to repress them.

She was married at the moment we met and did not want to get involved in a new relationship. Everyhing started as a sexual encounter that developed rapidly into much more. The moments that we shared a few weeks after were the deepest and most intimate someone could ever experience in a lifetime.

She decided recently that she wants to get out of her marriage and also start a quest to find her true self and to cure her abused child traumas. Having a new relationship, not knowing if she is prepared or which are her desires towards a new man, was not something to help her.

So I decided to do one of the most altrustic gestures in my life: to let her go. Allow her the time to search her inner being and find what defines her, what are her roots that will drive her future mature behaviour and choice of people to have around.

Our love just started to open its wings and fly when a an poacher shot it down, merciless.

The pain I am feeling is beyond words. I m crying inside and outside, tears are falling on my cheeks even in public, without being able to contain myself. I am seeing her beautiful face in the window of my car, in every girl that I meet, in the blue sky. And every time I am praying that she will return to me.

I feel like an old suitcase with a lot of „Fragile” stickers on it, disregarded by people passing by that just kick it by mistake, over and over. This fragile thing called man is something rarely spoken about. Most men refuse to show their feelings and vulnerability. But in the darkest hour, we are as fragile as every woman.

And the dark is becoming more and more present.