I sense your thoughts on my amber nipples.
The hot whisper of your heavy
on my mons veneris.
When the apricot petals of your desire caress
and set my indecent fantasies free.
✍ by moi
// from nonexistent notes to my lovers//
I don't know about you but I love when people call me.
Well, especially when the men call.
I strongly believe that this texting fever creates "intimate audial" hunger.
You see, I wanna hear your voice, I want you to intrude my space, and "wake" me up from my thoughts.
I don't want you to be polite and ask if you can call me.
I want you to dial my number when you want it.
I wanna see you calling and think for a sec what the hell why he is calling me now, I am busy.
I want to pull my phone out of the bag, see your missed calls and bite my lips.
I want to be waiting for your call. And when we talk I want to listen to your yawning, achoo, your tones, your laugh, your "hm", "mmm", "well" and "so".
I want to imagine your face when I speak on the phone with you, and when I seduce you with my wittiness.
I want my interaction with you to be lively, pulsating and instant.
I am tired of emojiis and your digital letters.
I want to have a phone sex with you.
Just back to how it was before sexting and texting, Skype and Facetime!
I want to be your acoustic courtesan🖤
Be sexy and call more.
You've lost the taste of life if:
●Everything around you seems dull.
●You hardly ever enjoy anything.
●Nothing makes you happy.
●You think that to feel the ecstasy or joy you just need to "swipe" more, strive for better and/or buy something newer or shinier.
Would you let yourself go totally and irreversibly?
Would you trust in?
Would you follow the inner howl that begs you to set it free?
Would you be concurrently bold and accepting? Would you strangle the rush to escape?
Your mental games and a myriad of choices drive you crazy.
Let him tie you up.
Stay. With your body. Only you and her.
When there is no choice.
When there are only silence and its rule breakers: your moans and the red sound of the hungry pulse.
Would you let him take control?
Would you finally rip off your own invisible ropes and ask him to leave the red marks of a jute asanawa on your ivory skin?
You rule everywhere.
Stop. Let him tie you up. Trust.
Follow the motionless path and find the new whispers of taboo yens🖤
With love from me
◇Any resemblance to actual people, or events is purely coincidental◇
Stop comparing your sexuality to anyone else's.
I get it.
Sometimes it is hard not to though.
Big "thank you" to thriving impact of social media, porn, or maybe even exaggerated stories of your friends.
Everything is the part of your sensual learning which then can be implied to your pleasure ritual.
Keep your eyes open. And you will start noticing how insanely sensual and erotic this world is.
Observe, adjust, include the new inspiring parts into your erotic game and then try it with your lover.
By the way, in my Sensual Intelligence program I share a lot about this irresistible skill.
The sexiest asset one should strive to obtain is the skill to change miscellaneous states of the mind when it comes to eroticism: its genres, hues, melodies, fragrances and sensations which is accompanied by an extremely important quality: " Martian Adventurousness".
I wish that all of us when we talked, acted and thought sexually and sensually, we would feel lighter, freer, happier, more joyful & more open!
“When you are secure in yourself, know what turns you on, and enjoy watching your partner watch you experience sexual pleasure, you have a highly novel relationship grounded in love....
Nothing makes a woman more desirable than her ability to shut down the mental voice and surrender fully and irreversibly to her own pleasure and lust and as a result to her partner's presence and love.