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?

Goldilocks

Our eyes meet at a glance in a church, while my friend was baptizing his daughter. I knew in that very moment that she would be mine, even if I was happily married.

The happy marriage vanished two years after, yet the goldilocks girl remained imprinted in my mind. I tried to forget her by grabbing all the ripe fruits around me, diving in an ocean of women. Brunettes, blondes, red headed, in their 20s, 30s, 40s, etc. All were good just for one short night of passion.

Soon enough I realized the memories of most of them were becoming dust in my mind. I had to do something to change this vortex of basic sexual needs. Goldilocks seemed to be the right choice to cure my sinful appetite.

I managed to get her phone number and we spoke for hours. She was the dream girl with whom you would fall in love and start dreaming at that house with white picket fence.

First date was one of the most unusual I experienced. There she was, one of the most beautiful and sexy women I have ever met and I could not read a single expression in her gestures or on her face.

After the second date, I opened a discussion that had equal chances to reach heaven or hell alike. She turned to be very much attracted with me and we experienced a night of great passion.

The sex was similar to mating of two very wild lions. We were biting each other, fighting to dominate our bodies, screaming our orgasms high into the hot night.

Soon enough I realized though that she wanted an equal partner for the road and not a lover, a guy that could turn her world upside down. She was very cerebral and far from being into the passionate moments I was trying to provoke.

Our love died in the end, leaving behind the dearest gift a women can present to his man: a lovely baby girl. She was the only girl that I will love and cherish until my death, nevermind the harsh life, the women that will pass through my existence.

They say that “Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop”. My love for goldilocks ended with a greater love for my baby girl.

Will my little lady be the one to make me want to become a better person?

Rough tenderness

Tonight I was criticized by a fellow blogger for not passing my inner and secret feelings to the posts from this blog. Even if my thoughts say that one’s true soul should only be revealed to the people that we find dear to our heart, I must admit that a little more introspection would not be harmful.

A lion’s behavior is all about dominating everything around him. He is born with a strong desire to own everything, to subdue peers and the alpha male alike. Nothing is too high to touch and overcome.

Men born under the influence of Leo’s astrological sign bear the above described burden. They are beasts capable of a rough tenderness.

“I like your natural tenderness. You can beat me and you would still be tender” she said in a soft, submissive voice. The phrase filled my veins with hot lead from the power that she totally gave up. She was all mine to take and to pleasure in every way I selected.

“Get up and face the wall. Now spread your legs!” She acted following her master’s strong wish. I pulled her hair with a strong grasp and filled her shivering body with waves of total pleasure.

My left hand was still pulling her hair hard towards my lion’s powerful bites on her gorgeous back, when suddenly my right hand grabbed her neck in a sheer desire to make her feel the no exit domination drawn upon her body and mind.

The intensity of the movement begun to increase, while our senses were trying hard to suffocate every tiny particle in our bodies.

The river of satisfaction that closed the experience hit both our shores with an intensity that would make a hurricane blush of its own impotence.

She knew soon after that the Stockholm syndrome is not just a story and I was delighted to add another hunted deer to my trophy room.