Intimate Compositions

Oral Pleasure

December 18th, 2023

Directly looking into lustful eyes the session begins with kisses falling softly on inner thighs. A cube of melting ice is rubbed around nipples yet to be sucked. The anticipation causes a reaction of natural lubrication that cannot be stopped. Another slow soft kiss, then a seductive whisper, open your legs wider. Ice melts over erogenous nipples like a slow flowing river thawing at the end of an exceedingly cold winter. Kisses go lower…the receiver of pleasure moans, wanting soft kisses to finally reach the destination of her wetness followed by something intensely satisfying sliding in and out of her. Pinched slightly numb nipples feel so wonderful. Neck kisses commence; the absolute need for heightened satisfaction is unbearable. Warm willing mouth sensually mounts cold nipples — the proficiency of licking, sucking and uninhibited intimacy is on another level. She rubs her pussy furiously as he services her upper body. She says in a distinct sensuous tone softly, goddamn, I want you to fuck me; but he will make her wait for the thrusts of lascivious penetrative ecstasy. He wants to taste her because orally pleasing her fuels his primal desire. She’s clean shaven, sexy, and on fire. Again, he goes lower methodically using his mouth with his fingers inside of her. He is extremely turned on, and it shows in his sultry behavior. His tongue is extremely skillful, causing her body to shudder. When her first orgasm comes he can feel the pelvic contractions tighten on his fingers — though she is shaking he keeps going, withdrawing his fingers and inserting his now stiffened tongue inside of her to savor the essence of her erotic nature. After the second wave of orgasms there is an intermission; he watches her keenly, the bed and his face drenched in the release of her absolutely untamed ecstasy. Later, she will be blindfolded, tied, and spanked. She assumes doggy saying repeatedly, now fuck me, looking back.
Cum for Me

December 9th, 2023

Insatiable craving for the taste of passion; tongue writhing, pleasure heightening, continuous fluid motion like a snake on black satin gliding, sensual whispers teasing to entice the unquenchable need for two fingers to slowly slide in — nipple pinching simultaneous with every brush of the willing tongue on erogenous clitoris; moaning, heavy breathing, screaming open declarations of how wet she is; untamed kisses — she tastes herself by licking and sucking the tips of his fingers. He goes lower and slower for deeper exploration. Within three minutes there are waves of powerful explosions. Erotic sensations; so much passion, so many fucking positions to choose from. Missionary immediately, then she’ll ride him hard in rhythmic consistency. She is loud because he’s experienced, strong, and well-endowed with eyes of mystery. Looking at him directly she utters, fuck me enthusiastically. He switches positions quickly, taking her from behind and pulling her hair roughly. He knows her psyche and her body thoroughly, constantly immersing her in depths of unrestrained intimacy. Positions are switched yet again for the absolute access of side entry. The impassioned rhythmically slow thrusts of his girth are lengthy. They kiss again with a longing that is dreamy and fiery. Pedicured feet draped with gold anklets in clear high heel mules are so fucking sexy. She releases again intensely, shaking uncontrollably after he says, baby, please cum for me.
I See You

November 30th, 2023

Before your inception you were a beautiful destiny, meant to be a radiant light and comfort to many. You may be berated unjustly by some publicly, but in secrecy you are their adoration and their envy. The calmness of your heart is infectious, taming the ferocity of the beast of anxiety. You have suffered cruelty, and you have shed tears endlessly. You have held painful secrets for years tearfully, reluctant to tell anybody. Your cross is extremely heavy, and you carry it, sometimes having to drag it on bloodied and scarred knees. You give of yourself selflessly and generously, yet no one seems to see your needs; no one offers a kiss or a gift or a gesture of preciousness. They constantly take from you without even a turn of the head to say thank you. You were violated and abused, yet they still don’t believe you.

I see you my angel; I offer all the love that I have in my heart, and I send you gifts of gratitude. I see you on the train, tired from work and in pain. I see you walking home with sorrowful eyes under dark skies and heavy rain. I see you nodding off from exhaustion before you board your plane. I see the disappointment on your face after speaking to the man you thought that loved you, only to realize he forgot your name. I see the wounding of your soul when you are tearful and words escape you, but you don’t have to explain. My beautiful and precious angel, you never have to explain. My soul is also wounded — I understand your pain. I understand the depth of your silent cries, because I cry the same.
2 Valiums

November 18th, 2023

Two Valiums then deep sleep comes, interrupting the intensity of unending devastation. Racing thoughts slow to a crawl then the heart rate falls. The face of beauty who gave birth to me is immortalized in a dark walnut wooden picture frame aligned adjacent to a wooden rosary perfectly against a lamp lit wall. Diazepam 20 mg fully absorbed into the bloodstream may be enough for the half-life of an angelic dream. Sleep is a welcomed substitute for tears that endlessly stream. I stare lovingly at my mother, swearing on everything that I hear her whisper, Victor, the terror won’t last forever. Avoidance of despondency forces me to fight viciously against whatever and whoever. Heavy blackout curtains block the light so I can sleep longer. On my nightstand there is an antique lamp, a prescription vial, natural lavender and one third of a cup of water next to a glass vase filled with burgundy Amaryllis flowers. I reflect on the state of my life in a candlelit bathroom beneath hot soapy water. After about an hour somnolence totally takes over.
War & Passion

October 27th, 2023

War

I seek not strife, but if it is war let it be war forever. I am of the likeness of my mother, erasing the face of the cowardice of my father. I have sought reconciliation, but now war is in my heart, so I seek reconciliation no longer. I am the son of heaven’s daughter. Instead of sorrow, I would rather laughter. Instead of unhappiness, I would rather have joy now and in the hereafter. The sentiments of my soul run deep through many mighty rivers. To the mighty and beautiful Redwood trees I will read my story aloud then listen closely for the whispers of their ponder. I’ve strived to be a man well remembered. I wade in deep dark waters facing the sinister anxiety that seeks to destroy me; for long I have warred with unrelenting horror. It is when blood runs and tears fall that I have given all that I can render.

—Intermission—

Passion

Beautiful whisperings, crying, and the exchange of expensive rings mean nothing if sentiments of love are not genuine. After love making, so much beauty is found in intimate conversation. There is so much depth and true feeling in the heart of an ardent woman. In the embrace of true love there is room to begin again. When long held secrets are divulged and tears run you will know that a genuine and unbreakable love has come. Endless joy is a spiritual immersion. I take a look at myself, the younger version, and I take heed to the wisdom of love’s lessons. There is nothing more romantic than sincere words spoken of the heart’s emotion followed by kisses of passion. Carnal desire is pleasure, but when paired with true love it becomes blue flames of everlasting fire. Marriage is not signatures on paper, it is the coming together and bonding of one another in passionate love forever.
Sweet Poison

October 14th, 2023

Black Widow beautiful, untamable, terrifyingly calculating on wealthy men blinded by ecstasy — unaware, frighteningly vulnerable. Her tongue is a tool of magic that can easily turn the tables. The depth of primal lust for her: the unbridled desire is insatiable. Her sexual flower is extremely beautiful, wonderfully fragrant, and wet like white gardenias in morning dew. Her exquisite fucking is irresistible; her breasts are sensually supple. Sweat beads on her feminine flesh when she rides hard in the saddle. The scent of her essence is the most expensive Parisienne perfume. Her venom is most potent when she softly says, I love you. Barely after one sensual session men desperately want her to whisper, I do. So many hastily run to their own impending doom. Her heart is dark, but her ravishing smile can light up a room. Perfectly manicured feet are concealed in size 7 pointed toe heels. She is well traveled; her favorite haunt is Hotel TwentySeven in the Netherlands. Again and again she breaks even the strongest men. Instantly they are entangled in her silk web of smooth words and erotic overtures. You could make love to her wonderfully with sincere intimacy while reciting beautiful poetry of everlasting fidelity, but she would never be yours. The verses of her song are entrapment, and death is her chorus. She once loved but was betrayed of love. She once tearfully gave her all, but her heart was shattered in the chilled winds of a late and bitter fall. If you look closely one can see eyes of beauty devoid of love and empathy. Her psyche is an intricately unemotional and psychotic mystery. The art of her seduction is a master class in eroticism unattainable by the majority. She casts her spell of calming lullabies. When her husband is asleep she kisses him and whispers her final goodbyes — unleashing the terror within her. There he lies in an elaborately crafted bed adorned in a light blue satin pajama set appearing to be in deep sleep, but he is not alive. There is an updated life insurance policy on his nightstand, newly signed. He’s a seventy year old gentleman with a documented heart condition given a substance the medical examiner will never find. She stares at him in silence through lifeless eyes and smiles; then she dials three numbers with hysterical cries, weeping, screaming venomous lies.
The Final Explosion

October 2nd, 2023

Unadulterated passion; erogenous stimulation; long sessions of fucking; blindfolded with two wide black satin ribbons; nipple rubbing; clitoris pulsating in anticipation of absolutely proficient licking and sucking. Promiscuous whisperings; anal beads paired with two fingers for slow vaginal insertion; soft kisses between thighs as fingers find perfectly sensuous rhythm; constant moaning intermittently muffled by deep kissing. Lengthy fully erect thickness mounted for the pleasure of slow purposeful riding to feel everything; blindfolded eyes can’t see, causing the other senses to be heightened. Absolute wetness naturally lubricates friction. Oh, god, everytime orgasmic storm is incoming — intermission to switch to other erotic position; adept thrusting with unrelenting hair pulling; large width facilitates exceedingly pleasurable stretching. Screaming and perspiration a sign of magnificent fucking; wave after wave, a skilled erotic undertaking. 69 position for mutual sucking, licking, and teasing; legs wrapped around strong back in missionary for intense intimacy and final explosion.
Guest List

September 25th, 2023

Christy Turlington turned around and stunned in a black evening gown. Naomi Campbell walked briskly on white marble and brought the house down. Helen Williams was elegant and demure, adorning white dress gloves, diamond earrings, and white fur. Marilyn came in smiling and graced the crowd with a breathtaking spin. Chrystèle whispered something in my ear, but it was a packed gathering and I couldn’t hear. Capucine set the high ceiling on fire with her red hair. In Dior, Ivy Nicholson shot me a glare as she stood statuesque beneath a beautiful crystal chandelier. Yasmeen Ghauri was absolutely beautiful, wearing stiletto mules with a deep V-Neck cocktail dress, navy blue. Donyale Luna and I danced together wonderfully; I marveled at her beauty when after, she told me of her adventures in Italy and recited passionate poetry. There was a surprise appearance by Jayne Kennedy who happened to hear about the gala in the midst of shooting her latest movie. Vonetta McGee joined the party with majestically curled hair, immaculate makeup, and almond eyes that moved me. Diane Keaton arrived with Pat Cleveland who was wearing Chanel everything for the evening. I had been drinking, but I swore that I saw Marilyn kissing Rock Hudson. Beside me a stunning woman was singing, whose name happened to be Nancy Wilson. Donyale lit a cigarette and deeply inhaled. Linda Evangelista sported vintage haute couture; Cindy Crawford conquered in ready-to-wear Louis Vuitton when she walked through the door. I politely complimented Tyra on her attire — she smiled and said, thank you in a calming whisper.
Resilience in Silence

September 19th, 2023

We weep, yet we are not weak.
Unending

September 16th, 2023

Speak to me one last time before eternal silence comes and I am left undone. Before finality makes its haste, let us kiss passionately in our final embrace, my tears of love falling endlessly on your angelic face. Forgive me if I have ever hurt you. My tears are tears of love and the sentiments of deep sorrow. Let us now confess our love for each other fervently and forget about tomorrow. We hold on to each other perpetually never letting go. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, but I swear on my own blood that the angels with sentimental tears write about us. I swear on my mother’s blood that I love you with all my heart. Neither life nor death could pull us apart. You wipe my tears away as the world falls away. Don’t go; please stay. What fate is this that I fall on my knees beside your bedside and weep trying to appeal to the empathy of destiny to give us at least one more day? Hold on, baby; breathe. Take my breath, and come into the picturesque gardens of my secret depths. Let your hair down and dance with me in vineyards of glory. Take all of me. Take me with you on your peaceful journey. In my loving embrace the last tears fall from your eyes. To find you, I will search my heart’s secret chambers and look toward the skies. You sleep, my love. You sleep. You are immensely beautiful. I love you.