Serious woman or total whore?

Recently I read an article written by a woman who was describing very well what are the needs and priorities of men. I found out with a bit of surprise that there are women in this world who realize that a man is not interested about what he will be eating tonight or about sharing with the woman next to him the last stupid thing his best friend did.

What most men really want from the woman next to them is sex, as often and complex as possible. A woman that will realize this and will manage to generate new sexual experiences and games from time to time, will have beside them a very fulfilled partner, caring for her needs and not noticing the new girl next door or how his work colleague lost a lot of weight and started to wear sexy outfits every day.

I remember a good joke that would go like that:
“Somebody calls a radio station asking about which one is the better woman to marry: an ugly one that is very serious and never cheats on you or a very beautiful one that will cheat on you from time to time?
The answer is the following – “what would you prefer: to eat shit or a cake that you need to share with others?” 

Loving somebody, being just with somebody is an act of will. People think that love just comes and goes, like they see in the movies. Like it they are struck by lightning. It’s not at all like this. You can consciously decide to love somebody, love the way she is, how she makes you feel.

Alternatively you can decide when to stop to love somebody and move on, if you cannot change anything and you are not happy with how you feel about being together.

So, do not be afraid to love crazy women/men.

After life

If somebody would ask me, I can state without any hesitation that I’m not a religious man. Even so, I believe in the transformation of the energy that keeps the living beings alive.
This “something” needs to be somehow re-appear in another form.

Sometimes I am questioning myself what I would like to be spawned into in the next life. Many of the answers are related to beautiful women, who have the power to drive men crazy, who can change the world with just a blink of the eye.

I would like very much to see the man-woman relationship from the other part of the fence. I was quite often in a situation where everything seemed to be irrational and my man mind could not grasp the meaning of why the woman next to me was thinking in that way.

Many of the things that I cannot get are the ones related to women from my past. If the current relationship is great, if everything we do is beyond what we felt so far, why oh why should she think about others from my past.

This morning I was joking about the fact that in a future life I would like to be reincarnated in a pair of gorgeous panties, that will be borrowed by different women. This way I would have the change to get into more pussies that I could reach as a man…..:)

Desert rose

Dryland, wasteland, where nothing ever grows, except some palm trees and a little lake in far away oasis. A place from where you need to run like hell, otherwise it will swallow you and everything you own.

And suddenly you have the impression that you see something in the distance, something so pure, so marvelous, that it cannot exist. It cannot exist on earth and only angels could have seen it.

It is a small rose, a blood red one. So tiny and delicate, that any harder blow of wind might tear its roots apart and take it away.

You cling to this image and you start moving towards it, or finally you have the chance for something better than only sand and death.

And you advance bit by bit but the rose seems to be moving away from you at the same time.

The need turns to lust, the lust to desperation and you start running like your life would depend on it.

But the rose does not want to be owned, for fear that she might be hurt. And it vanishes bit by bit from your view.

The tremendous effort finally knocks you over and you fall face to the ground.

The illusions of her still remains though……..

Diversity of uniformity?

The human spirit is about looking for new experiences, in every domain. This led to many revolutions and progress since the human life started to spawn on earth.

Sex diversity is the domain that challenged my thoughts many times in life. There were very few women that could catch my attention for almost one full month.

After the passing of one month, which some could consider brief, my eyes were rolling around looking for a new pray. Even if sex was not involved, if I cherished too much the relationship I had at the time, there were a lot of flirting.

This happened many times over, until SHE came into my life and promised me a life of great diversity beside one woman. Since then, I am constantly rediscovering her spirit, her gorgeous body, her dazzling wit.

As for sex, she can be the virgin maiden and quickly transform herself to the most experienced courtesan in a few seconds. She is a sexy rabbit-girl, being chassed by a hungry wolf and naughty Russian whore the next time we meet.

Sometimes I think of her as a Matryoshka doll, yet the layers do not resemble one to each other. They are all different and constantly surprising.

The one month that usually brought boredom into my life quickly turned to 5 months and everything is still fresh as in the first day.

In a book that I recently read there was a phrase that I liked a lot: “Meaningless sex is grinding the meaning of life a piece at a time”.

Maybe I finally found the meaning of it?

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!

Vulnerable

“She’s so vulnerable like China in my hands
She’s so vulnerable and I don’t understand
I could never hurt the one I love, she’s all I’ve got
But she’s so vulnerable, oh, so vulnerable.”

Used to be a big fan of Roxette and the song above was the one I liked best.

All people have an Achile’s heel, but most of them are so reluctant to share their vulnerability to others for the fear of others not using the information to hurt them.

Being vulnerable leads to higher intimacy between partners/friends, but also opens a little door to abuse.

Personally, I have a great confidence in human nature and usually I do not fear revealing my vulnerability. This eased the closeness to many people, yet I sense sometimes that my life is on public display.

Recently, my entire life was exposed on full display to the one I love and this lead to a lot of criticism, fears that I may be a bad person and have a desire to relive experiences that were just in my past as something that must be ticked once in a lifetime, etc.

I still think that exposing your qualities and flaws is the best way to get close to somebody and

I will probably continue to do this, even if sometimes it leads to complications.

Could she ever share the same vulnerability and reveal her life to build a total confidence and closeness between each other?

First time

I’m pretty sure most of us remember with a big smile on our faces the first sexual experience. For some woman it could have been painful, yet it was the first time they were really women and could experience the absolute intimacy with a man.

Recently I experienced a “first time” experience once again, after many years of jumping from bed to bed.

She was so sweet and innocent, that I barely touched her for the fear of not to brake something. Her body was so smooth, her skin so silky and the smell of her hair made my heart run like the wind.

We started to kiss very slowly, as if this was her first kiss. Her tongue was looking for mine and my lips were caressing her lips, cheeks, neck and going further towards her carefully hidden place.

I took out her panties and put my head beneath her thighs, playing slowly with her clit, drawing circles, while my hands were holding firmly her gorgeous ass towards a total loss of senses and mind. My mouth was drinking voraciously every drop of her heavenly juices, while she was screaming in absolute pleasure.

I raised and came on top of her.

“Be gentle. It is my first time”, she said in a whispered voice, so inviting.

I slowly penetrated her, while she was squeezing my back and slowly scratching me with her long nails. The movement started to be more and more rapid, ending with a powerful orgasm for both.

It was not her first time, but the magic that we lived made this one of the moments you dream for a lifetime.

I was her stranger in the shadow, still waiting for her every night to relive our first time.

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.