Passion

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Don't we all wish we were here?

The Castle

The snow sparkles on the trees and on the castle under the glorious morning sun, where our magic carpet led us.  Icicles hang from the windows, and make it look like a castle in a faerie tale.  The peacock is perched on a tree near the kitchen door and there are animal spoors around the castle, fox, rabbit, deer.

Our room is warm and cozy with its fire place, overlooking the country side from the upper floor under the crenelations.   We shed our snow coated clothes and put them to dry.  The canopy bed is welcoming with its feather duvet, we slide under the covers to seek some warmth.  I snuggle into your arms against your soft warm skin and stare into your green eyes.  We rub our long noses in an Eskimo kiss and smile.  Did you know they call me the Pixie with my short hair, long pointy nose and green eyes?  Well, the Pixie is going to bewitch you like no one before in these crisp white sheet!  

I take you face in my hands and suck on your lower lip until you gasp and take over. We slide on each other, bodies entwined, mouth licking nipples, necks, waists, the tender skin along your hips and further down, towards your thick hardness.  With a smile, I take you deep inside my mouth, into my throat, bewildered, you groan every time you slide inside my throat. You become my pray, offering me your vulnerability, I can reach into your soul and I take it as a precious gift. Your growls and moans tell me how much you like this, as I slide my hand along the length of your shaft, your breath gets shorter, you back arches and soon you let go with loud groans and I feel your hot cream trickle down my throat.  It did not take me too long to bewitch you!  

Your passionate kiss takes my breath away, your hand on my breast, my waist, my thigh, reaches its final destination, exploring, I open my thighs for you, my sweet juices run down my cheeks, moistening your fingers. “You are so tight!” you say.  Yes, yet your fingers play with me expertly and I soon scream out of pleasure.  Are the castle walls thick enough to muffle my cries? Suddenly, you take my big toe in your mouth and suck it.  I feel electrified and almost orgasm.  You play with my toes and every time I gasp and jump, surprised by the incredible sensation.  Oh my God!  This is divine!  But your lips have gone up my leg and explore my wet lips, tasting me, your tongue deep in my velvety hole, I squirm, breathless and lost in pleasure.  While your tongue circles my clitoris, your fingers trace small circles on the upper wall of my slippery cunt and my legs start to shake.  I can suddenly feel  myself gushing endlessly while I scream and loose control, surrendering to your touch.  I'm floating on a wave of intense and endless pleasure out of time, out of space,  I forget where I am.  You then take me gently, rubbing your thick glans on my clit and the sensation is just overwhelming again, you then slowly slide inside me when I beg you to take me, fill me, please, please!  You ask me "Would you like me to take you like this every morning and every evening?"  "Yes, I do".  You then profusely  cum inside me while my pussy squeezes you tight and as I bite your neck.

You start dying

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You start dying slowly
if you do not travel,
if you do not read,
If you do not listen to the sounds of life,
If you do not appreciate yourself.

You start dying slowly
When you kill your self-esteem;
When you do not let others help you.

You start dying slowly
If you become a slave of your habits,
Walking everyday on the same paths...
If you do not change your routine,
If you do not wear different colours
Or you do not speak to those you don't know.

You start dying slowly
If you avoid to feel passion
And their turbulent emotions;
Those which make your eyes glisten
And your heart beat fast.

You start dying slowly
If you do not change your life when you are not satisfied with your job, or with your love,
If you do not risk what is safe for the uncertain,
If you do not go after a dream,
If you do not allow yourself,
At least once in your lifetime,
To run away from sensible advice..."

Pablo Neruda

Fly Me To The Moon

Hello Darling,


How was your week-end in your faraway country?  On Saturday, we had great weather. No pressure, prepared a cake listening to music, belly danced when my son told me "mum, you look perfectly ridiculous, are you having a mid-life criris or what?" "No, darling, I'm just happy and don't give a damn about what you are thinking!" Poor thing, he just doesn't remember me in my happy days, the real me, a very long time ago!


Today again, a perfect day and woke up with this old Frank Sinatra song in my head, don't know where it came from.


Fly me to the moon
Let me sing among those stars
Let me see what spring is like
On jupiter and mars


In other words, hold my hand
In other words, baby kiss me


Fill my heart with song
Let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore


In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you


What would they say if I took some belly dance, or lap dance, or even pole dance lessons? I would just love to see their faces! Ha ! they would think I've gone crazy!


And then I think of us, of a perfect day together, next to the ocean, in a Zanzibar-style thatched-roof house, in a huge bed with a mosquito net around it. The breeze flies in through the terrace window. Some nice music playing, not too loud, and we lie on the bed. I massage you with some exotic scented oil, first your legs, your feet and your calfs, then your chunky black buttocks and your back, all along your spine and your shoulders, your neck, your arms. Doesn't that feel wonderful? Then you turn around and I splash some oil on my breasts and my stomach, and gently rub your magnificent dark skin with my body, MMMMMhhhhhhh! Nice, can you feel it?


You moan and kiss me with you gentle lips and caress my breasts, sweet tender kiss, becoming more and more passionate, I feel you becoming hard. I gently put my lips around the tip of you dick and lick it around and around, then go down along the shaft and take it all in my mouth, deepthroating you until you moan. How does it feel? I come back to your lips and suck your tongue, I inhale your breath and lock my eyes into yours. You caress my thighs and insert your fingers inside me, I am so tight, yet so wet and I cannot resist moving my hips up and down becoming completely breathless. I want to lick you all over, this is so good, I come down on you, slowly insert the tip of your cock inside me, and move my hips like a belly dancer, round and round, just a few inches, almost out again, and slowly inside again, start to moan very loudly and suddenly take you all inside of me. You whisper how good it feels, and I start again. I move up an down, our hands entangled, lick your neck, your ear, can feel goose bumps, your chest, suck your breasts, your lips, My lips feel all swollen, electrified. You roll me over, spread my legs apart and lick me, I lean towards you and take your cock into my mouth while caressing your balls. You then take me side-wise, my thigh on your hip, insert your rock hard dick into my slippery slit and caress my breasts as I pinch your nipples, moving my hips so that you feel my inside at different angles and every inch of it, I squeeze you more with each thrust, it drives you wild, I start to cry and pant. This makes you groan and grind even harder! We cum together, can you feel my inside pulsating? Can you be as loud as me? I look at you all the time because this is bliss. And then you take me in your arms, kiss my neck and we slip into unconsciousness, our bodies entangled, feeling so relaxed and good together. Oh this is so wonderful. I wish this could be true, HHHHMMMMM!!!!! What does it do to you?
And now fly me to the moon, tatata la la la la la le la la!

I love you beautiful darling! And I don't care if I'm crazy!

Under Foreign Skies

Travelling, for me, can be quite a sensual experience. I am always thrilled by the first breath I inhale when I step out of the plane. Like an animal, I sniff the air and try to analyse and define what comes through my nostrils. It can be quite surprising sometimes as it is the scent of flowers or spices, rather than just the smell of dirt. When I came back to Africa last year, I recognised the very peculiar perfume of the African grass although we were miles away from the savannah, and then I heard the birds’ songs and I knew I was back on my favourite continent.

I also look at the sky. The sky is very different if you are in Stockholm or in the Masai Mara. I have never seen a clearer sky than in the Mara, it is crystal clear, pristine, as it were one of the first days of the world. When you live in a city, where the sky is blurred by pollution, by city lights at night, it does not come to your mind to watch the sky, apart from watching the starts or the moon, why would you?


If you are lucky, you hear the sounds of nature - bush or savannah, or even desert - which is in fact very quiet. Animals are quiet most of the time, apart from birds. Human beings are the loudest of all species. Annoyingly loud! In an African capital, the priest of the Orthodox Church would start to pray on the microphone from 3.30 to 5.30 a.m. every morning for two weeks. It turned out that according to their calendar, Easter started two weeks earlier than ours, something difficult to adapt to when you have to get up early and work 14 days in a row. The lion roars in the gardens of the King’s Palace next door, or the bray of rutting female donkeys at night, in the slums next door, sounded like music to our ears.


The landscapes and the colours are the most powerful first impressions. Then I look at the people, at their features¸ their clothes, the way they interact. What strikes me is that people often smile, much more than here in Europe. It seems to me that we have lost that connection, we are all so busy, serious, arrogant and grumpy. We thrive under stress, so full of our own importance, becoming upset when we are not getting what we are asking for at once. We don’t smile so much anymore. And I realise that the notion of time changes depending on where you are, North or South. Time seems to be elastic!


When you travel, ideally you open up to the world and absorb it through all your senses. If you are receptive, it is an incredible lesson of life. You have to accept less comfort, a simpler life, sometimes without electricity and/or water, different food, new spices - another incredibly sensual, almost orgasmic experience - different habits, behaviours, values, or even taboos. It always humbles me.


It makes me live several lives. One time, I am a 6 year old girl walking barefoot on the red dirt road going to school in a torn uniform, my hair pleated, sharing the classroom with children of different grades, with no lunch because the school doesn’t have enough money to feed us at noon. But I do not complain because I learn to read and I will become educated maybe until I am 12, with some luck until I graduate. My mother wakes up at 4.30 a.m. to fetch water from the river, and wood for fuel, an hour or more away from home. She has to be careful with the hyenas that come scavenging into the village at night.

Another time, I am a 23 year old policeman who bribes the owners of small shops selling cheap ethnic paraphernalia to tourists. I have to sustain the whole family since my father was put into jail for some obscure reason. I also sell fake billion dollar bills to tourist, that is how bad the inflation hit the country. I have another job at night, but I don’t want to talk about it.

I am that teenage girl, who was genitally mutilated at 13, who was forced into a marriage with a man 25 years older than her, but who run away from home, and now lives in a centre where she learns to become self-reliant and finishes school.

I am looking forward to travelling again, it is an exhilarating experience. I do feel completely elated.

Incestuous twin sister

My hips were still moving to the rhythm of the song. So very enticing. I could feel him getting hard. A loud moan filled the room. “Oh, you are such a tease! Come over and get it”. He took me by the shoulders and bit my lips softly, I ate his mouth greedily, licked his neck, his collarbone; I almost ripped his shirt open in my urge to feel and taste his skin with my tongue. When both our shirts were on the floor, I covered him with my breasts. My nipples and stomach wanted to feel his heat and softness. Soon, our clothes were off and like a snake, my body slithered on his warm skin, it was such an overwhelming feeling. I licked his armpit, his nipple; he let out a gentle moan. I took my time, eyes closed, to get to his bellybutton, on the line of hair that showed me the way to what my mouth was eager to discover. I met a wet spot. My mouth found what it was hungering for. He was impatient. “Suce, salope! (slut)” I placed the head in my mouth, I first circled my tongue around the tip sending shivers down his spine until he closed his eyes. I swallowed him whole playing around his shaft with my tongue. He started to move in and out of my mouth. “Suce! Oui, comme ça, c’est si bon! Encore, continue, salope!” At the same time, I was playing with my clit, soon getting dripping wet. He pulled my hair, making me move faster, making me gag, saliva spilled over my breasts. When he was about to cum, he pushed me away and opened my thighs, bending over, his mouth ate my ripe plum with squishy noises. I was already shuddering with pleasure when he stopped and ordered me to sit on his lap. I straddle him, lowering myself slowly over him, until I could feel him completely filling me, our bodies like two pieces of a puzzle completed one another so perfectly. Gliding along his shaft, up and down, I was still staring at him. His expression was a mixture of lust, impatience, astonishment, and yes, happiness. He whispered in my ear: “I seem to have finally found you”. Oh, this made me go wild. Staring into his eyes, I could see a reflection of my own emotions. He then kissed me with such passion, his fingers entwined in my hair. We could hardly breathe and suddenly, it happened. The explosion. He was thrusting and moaning in a high pitched voice, wrapping his arms around me, not wanting to let go, biting my neck while I felt myself liquefying and crying loudly, my nails digging into his back. We were wet and slippery. We could not let go. I rested my hand on his chest, his heart was pounding madly. After a very long moment, when we came to our senses, he looked at me with a loving smile: “Will you be my incestuous twin sister from now on?”
(To be continued)