Living your inspiration

I’ve noticed looking at other personal blogs, that whenever something good happens in the lives of their authors, they leave aside the blogging and start living the real life.

I experienced the same lately…I started living in the real world or, as my muse said in a playful voice, I am too busy fucking. 

Is blogging just a repression of our inability to live a normal life? Is it similar to video games that take over more and more youngsters, making them yearning for a perfect virtual reality and alienating their minds from the real world? Are we going for a Matrix world, too lazy to live a normal life, too bored about the same old routine?

I am one of the lucky ones that could find a balance all the time between personal and professional life, getting myself to be optimistic when things did not work very well, going through some excess….mostly sexual. But I never stopped traveling on the life flow.

We all know where life is going, so why not enjoy it on the way?

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…..

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…..:)

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!

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.

Hot winter rain

We wondered around the city, playing, speaking in double meaning phrases, having sex with each other just with our eyes.

We went to a mall to grab something to eat.

“I would like to go to the restroom”, she said in a playful voice.

I pushed her into the restroom for people with disabilities. The toilet was very large and had a door that could be blocked.

She sat down and started peeing, while my eyes were enveloping her, craving to have her right there. I watched her slim thighs, her pussy that was spraying a golden shower into the toilet.

I experienced a strange desire to lift her up and start licking her twat, while she was still peeing, to feel her smell and taste her in a way I never did with another woman.

She read my mind and said in a soft voice:

“Many men have this dream you have now, but not so many are lucky enough to meet a girl that will piss on them”.

Still dreaming of this……….

To love her

Love, such an interesting concept. What sick bastard invented you?

It hearts when you experience it, it hurts when you don’t have it. You run all life to find it and you run from it many times. It can bring somebody to Heaven or it can throw you to the deepest Hell.

I would rather live 1 more hour of my life being loved, than an eternity without love. This feeling is what defines us as humans, separates us from beast and elevates our spirits.

I believe in soulmates, people that are meant to meet each other, to change dramatically each other’s life, to share experiences beyond what words can describe. It’s hard sometimes to perceive them as such, but when you do, grab them as if your life would depend on it. Because it does. Your life is not complete without their presence or far from their beneficial influence.

It hurts like Hell when you are apart from them, it’s like drowning while gasping desperately for air, crying without a voice to be heard. Everything else in your life turns to be meaningless and you can hardly wait to finish all other chores and be reunited with your dear soulmate.

Not a single thing you do together is trivial and everything seems to be off the chart, beyond comparison, as if deity is just a step away.

They say your soulmate does not need to be a person of the opposite sex. It can be a close friend, a child, etc. My soulmate was a woman…”what else?” some close friends would say. She was the world to me, I was not myself when she was away…especialy when she was with her husband.

I prayed to every God I knew to bring her back to me the very moment she was out the door. My thoughts were with her every moment of my life. I was dreaming of her every night, when I embraced the pillow she rested her head.

Everytime I was rejoined with her it was like our first date: new, fresh, full of lust and love. But I knew everytime that the end will come again and again and my soul will be shattered to pieces.

First kiss

The most important moment in the seduction process, in every start of a relationship is the first kiss. This is a moment long waited for, which sets the pace for the next few scenes.

The first kiss is better than the sex, which could eventualy spawn from it. It can bring exciting promises, feelings or it can lead to a unsurpassed abyss.

I remember vividly most of the first kisses in my life. How they started, about how easy or difficult it was to pick the right moment, to feel when she is ready to receive your lips.

Some women make it very easy. They have a very good body language and you feel from the first moment that they plan to trash your body, to use you for their own pleasure. Some other are ice queens, who wait to be asked for permission to be kissed.

Recently i discovered that there is even a 10 steps guide on how to prepare and perform the first kiss. Really!!! Every person is different and should do this on his/her own pace and learn from each experience, not just replicate the experience of some other person.

I personally love this moment and all the times I tried to imagine a life without a new first kiss, a conclusion has not been reached. Maybe if the one that will be the WOMAN for me will be capable to be constantly a surprise in my life will recreate at certain moments in time the emotion of the first kiss.