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…..

Fire or ice?

Always an interesting dilemma defining the choices we make in life. Should we go for a job that offers a financial stability or that inner peace of mind, buy a big house and car to show off or limit yourself to basic needs and get involved in charity works.

The choice of women is though the sweetest one to evaluate and to get involved into. Would you love an ice woman or one made of the most devastating fire?

The ice queen will present no surprise, good or bad. She will be open, supportive in harsh times, a real life partner.

Fire women will consume you and the relationship as fast as they can, leading you very often to strong obsessions, madness or suicide. They will storm your life and everything you knew will change overnight. You will alienate friends, family, jobs, self esteem.

I’ve been with both types of women and I always preferred the fire ones…until I meet a different breed, one that legends were placing them in the same context with unicorns and fairies. The woman made from fire and ice, pure passion and very romantic at the same time, time after time.

She can be both predator and prey, hunting you down with her dazzling looks and wit and suddenly letting you dominate her body, turning to your personal little slut. Most of times everything is just a game for her, but she desires to be loved, held in powerful embraces, caressed as she was your first love.

I was one of the few lucky ones to meet this deadly combination and my entire value chain was changed in a minute. She turned me from master to slave and to master again. I was into her, over her, fucking her. She would light me up like a match and when I was close to burst and reach heaven she would throw icy water at me.

Heaven and hell were her two favorite places to stroll. Everything was familiar and unexpected at the same time with her. She was the one and only, angel and daemon combined.

As Rick would say in Casablanca: “I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship”, sex is only the beginning……of more crazy, passionate, wet and deep sex. Leave friendship out of relationship. They are two very different “ships”.

Sleep or over?

“I’ll sleep when I am dead” sings Jon Bon Jovi in one of the best performances I have ever seen from an artist. The guy displayed a great stamina while he kept on singing 3 hours straight.

I assumed this life drive a few years ago and ever since there were few opportunities that were let to pass by. “You should start a rock band”, said a woman very dear to my heart once. “Maybe you would not be that successful, but for sure you will fuck a lot of young girls.” And young girls need a mentor, don’t they?

Women view sleepovers as a very intimate act, first step before starting to portray a future involving a white gown in front of an altar and 2 kids following shortly. The choice is pretty hard to take as men are usually afraid of a Disney threesome: sleeping with the Beauty and waking up with the Beast, with no makeup and “just ate a rat” breath.

What puzzled her strongly was his proposal to have a sleepover. “What kind of trick is this? Men just want to have sex and send you home asap, don’t they?”

It all started with a candlelight dinner, very appealing food that he prepared, a little gift offered in full surprise even if she did not disclose her soon coming birthday. The food had to wait a few hours as the arousal that they both felt suddenly, just by simple touching hands and speaking in a soft, inciting voice, led to one of the greatest sexual experiences ever lived by humans, animals of Gods.

They dinned in a most romantic atmosphere, caressing each other with every bite. Chocolate and strawberries awaken senses they did not know to possess.  The couch they were sharing witnessed a very romantic exchange of sensations and emotions. That night they were the single living beings in the Universe.

The little sleep that followed was cut off by his raw need to possess her body once more. She was far from Disney’s Beast. Her skin smelled like the summer breeze, combined with Bacardi Breezer. Lime flavor, of course.

She was all into him, yet strangely could not read his intentions. His conflicting actions and words were puzzling her.

Was she another pebble on his way to conquest Paradise?