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?

Hunger

“Feed the poor” says the Bible. Hunger is maybe the biggest need someone could experience. Hunger for sex is for some people equally important.

The hunger games that accompany sex craving can drive people crazy or make them reach Heaven and Hell at the same time. It’s all a jeopardy game. The options that present themselves are sometimes far too complex and numerous to handle.

I have a dear friend that will circle around for minutes in an empty parking lot, trying to find the perfect spot. So many options drive him anger every time.

I am in love with options. Carousel rides or peaceful moments, wild women or housewives, threesome or foursome.

He met the mistress of spices in a small coffee shop and they talked for hours. No sex talk, but plenty of spices discussions. She was in love with spices, wanted them in every drop of food or liquid.

She recognized spices among different food combinations, relished them with an absolute satisfaction in her eyes. The signs led to promises of interesting sexual delights, spiced in a new way than he experienced before.

The fireworks were a little moist at the begining, but they dry up soon, when he saw the large mirror in her bedroom. The look of him enslaving the spice master was unforgettable. The lion mane was raising high into the wind. He dominated her senses, her body and feasted upon her wet insides as long as he pleased.

The pause brought some domestic moments, like they were buddies since childhood. “Where there is a will, there is a way” she said in a soft voice, which gave him a new hard on. Never miss an opportunity he reminded suddenly and he started fucking her rough and deep. It’s all about the memories you live and get to share later on with your grandchildren…as in a very funny joke that I remember.

“Grandpa: When I was in the war I shot a wild boar once and cut one of his legs and put it on my shoulder. Then I went further and shot another boar, cut one of his legs and put it on the other shoulder.

Grandma: Don’t forget to take your medication.

Grandpa: So where was I?

Grandchildren: One leg on one shoulder, another leg on the other.

Grandpa: And I fucked her all night long.”

Life is all about spices, in surprising combinations.