Romance In The Air

The evening, filled with promise,
persuaded the new lovers
a moonlit evening walk
would only enhance their affection.

The owls hoo’ed a synchronized chorus
of enchantment for the young couple
walking beneath the branches
upon which the birds conducted their symphony.

Many of the land creatures hid
upon hearing the lollygagging footsteps
meandering aimlessly
in their territory of brush, grass and trees.

With love on their minds
and lust in their loins,
the young couple in love
hoped the night would not end

and that what had begun innocently
would come to fruition
with bodies unclothed and
breaths taken deeper than capacity.

But what the lovers didn’t know,
the owls were calling out a warning,
not a concerto inciting lust,
for the uniformed men were just around the bend.

Reblog – Her Secret

When fantasies become real…

A Faded Romantic's Notebook

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It is her secret.

It always has been

Ever since she can remember. The longing. The desire. The ache.

A deep sexual yearning to lose control. To abandon her free will to the pleasure of another.
And in doing so find her own glorious, magical, delicious release.

Sometimes, in her private moments and when she allows herself, she has the scenarios in her head. Scripted and endlessly rehearsed, she plays them in a bold, burning, breathtaking loop. Fantasies and fetishes that leave her wasted and wet as she allows them to wash and lap over her.

Other times it is a jumble of words and images, of instruction and discipline, obedience and compliance.
Of being watched.

Of her body being used and pleasured. Stroked and caressed, kissed and pinched, slapped and whipped, licked and scratched, nibbled and teased.
And of being restrained.

And of fingers, and lips, and toy after toy. And his tongue and…

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Urges

lust takes hold
an uncertain future
plays out delightful scenarios
there is an engorgement of the senses
looks exchanged, bodies trembling closer

once hips begin to undulate
pulsing bodies find themselves
like waves crashing
into each over and over
again and again

instinct takes over
desire is paramount
and tensions are strung tight
feeling a yearning for ecstasy
just slightly out of reach

… until it’s not



What To Do

what begins as lust
ends as a malady labelled “sin”
blissfully ignorant
just enjoying the moment

young and reckless
we are so guilty
given our inexperience
tough lessons to be learned

chlamydia, syphilis, gonorrhea,
HIV, herpes, venereal warts and more
the afflictions of the un-careful
the consequences of non-protected fun

so if you don’t want to experience
mortification, embarrassment or symptoms
and loss of sexual partners
protect your privates

This has been your PSA for the day! 😉

Led Astray – Part 5

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

We arrived, arms entwined, both of us looking forward to spending more quality time together. The atmosphere was uplifting in the Langham Infinity Suite, and the rooms were extraordinary, well beyond my expectations. In looking around, I’d say it was more like a 500-star hotel, not five-star as I’ve seen it advertised. Wow, Eliott, I can’t believe you can afford this luxury!

As we entered the suite, ten of the attendees, with drinks in hand, were already there waiting for Eliott to arrive. They immediately smiled when they saw him. I noticed only two of the employees had shown up. I imagined they still had to tear down the event and would follow shortly.

Eliott grabbed two filled champagne glasses, and with a quick clink of the flutes, he toasted, saying, “To a wonderful evening,” and then excused himself to head over to his admirers. He promised he would be back around shortly.

I decided on a quick self-led tour of the suite, knowing it might take some time. The square footage of this suite was enormous. By the balcony stood a white grand piano in front of a beautiful city skyline view. Also, there was a separate meeting room, dining room, and a wet bar. I could get real comfortable living here! Just a guess, but I was sure you could comfortably house an army here with all the space it had. The first bedroom was gorgeous; I couldn’t imagine what else they could add to the master bedroom to make it more opulent. 

There was some mischievous giggling coming from the master bedroom, but the door was open, so I continued towards it. 

“Oh!” I said, a bit shocked. But who wouldn’t be surprised to find five women in various levels of undress on the beds? 

“Well, hello, dear,” said the redhead as she smiled wickedly towards me. 

“Hi. Well, goodbye. Sorry to intrude!” I hurriedly turned and closed the door behind me, heading to the living room.

“Eliott, can I talk to you, please? Privately!”

“Sure. Please excuse me for a moment,” he begged of his guests. “Are you okay, Maxie?”

“I’m fine, but please tell me why you have five almost naked young, most of them extremely young women, in your bedroom?”

“Oh, those are for my attendees. They wanted prostitutes, and some happen to like the underage kind,” he said very casually. “It was tough to manage because my assistant normally takes care of arranging for them, but she recently left my employ.”

“I see,” my mind thinking quickly now. “So, you need a new facilitator?”

“Oh, wow, you’re interested in the job?” he asked, surprised.

“Well, sure, I am! You and I could work side by side. I imagine it would be quite amazing,” I said with a smile.

“Well, okay, then. Let’s get back to the party,” Eliott said, leading me back to the group.

“Gentlemen, Ladies – may I introduce Ghislaine Maxwell. She just accepted my offer to be my new assistant!”

THE END

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Putting Out The Flame

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virtual toy
meant to heighten
and arouse
deep-seated needs
never shared

left swipe
right swipe
dismissing or picking
what suits your fantasy
and longing

hoping this stranger will want you
dreaming of scenarios
jerking off
whatever self-esteem
you have left

titillating stimulation
brought havoc
for the only lusty one
actually
wanting you

unnamed
Marina Abramović