Body, Mind, Spirit, Real Life, Virtual, SecondLife and anything in between. The blog of an emotional and perverted sapiosexual
"Rei, come here." He ordered her as he stared at her from his Executive desk. He smirked as his submissive wife stood up from the floor, slowly and sultrily swaying her hips, hungrily looking at him from her semi drunk state. He then grabbed her, squeezes her front and behind as he felt her warmth permeating from the thin satin fabric of her gown.
The howls of powerful moans and the tenderness of his touch.
Reminding you of how your lover worshiped your body under the moonlight.
Lipsticks makes a woman's lips inviting to an adventurous and dominant man. He desires to smudge it, erase it and bite it. He longs to use his tongue to remove the rogue and suckle on to the soft, pliant, strong yet inwardly submissive mouth of his woman.
A creature was feared by the villagers of a beautiful and fertile land. That creature is a magnificent dragon. It is strong, fierce and a merciless killer. Few knights have tried to kill her and grab her treasure hoard. It is said in the legends that this Dragon is also the one to choose the next King of the land. Knights from all over the land want to capture the Dragon so that they will become King and be a Master of the Dragon. In the past, 3 knights became king because they captured the Dragon; unfortunately, It is so wild and cannot really be tamed. They suppress its powers and bound its wings so that it cannot fly. Those 3 were eaten alive.
To understand the vagina properly is to realise that it is not only coextensive with the female brain, but is also, essentially, part of the female soul.
He stared at me, memorizing my face. Our skin hot with sweat and sex. He kissed, nipped my lower lip and sucked on my tongue. He kept whispering he loves me with his every strong Yet pleasurable thrusts inside me. “The situation is now in your favor.” He thrusted harder once more. He then stopped,…
It was all surreal. A beautiful nightmare. The sandman weaving in and out of my body. The quicksand of love burying me. I have to hold on to him. Beads of sweat glistening under the soft light. We moved as one, Moaning each other’s name Like a thirsty man searching for an oasis Begging in…
“Patience is a virtue, my love,” he whispered to her as he gently pulled the strings on her shoulder, like the delicate strings of his violin, her body created more excitement in him.
My tanned skin glistening with sweat as I danced in front of you. Hips swaying, slowly moving towards you. My body dangerously feverish upon the sight of your intent eyes. Your mischievous smile, sensual stare lighting my path in this tempting darkness. You waited in anticipation for the gift that I will bestow upon you. I…
Burn for me like the fires of hell. That is how I will get your soul, your being will be in my hands, your entire soul will be liberated by my heart. As I call your name in a passionate bliss. In one with the dance of love. I will be scorched by your desires…
The Recluse Soul 