The Adventurer



Ben Kozel, Adventurer

 After my unsuccessful encounters with men on a dating site, one profile tickled my fancy.  It basically said, among other things: “I’m an adventurer, I like a woman who appreciates my cooking”.  I immediately replied something along the lines: “Is your cooking so terrible that women tend to dislike it?” and our mail exchange lasted for 2 months.  Just as me, he was very careful not to disclose too much about himself.  His answers were somehow short and imprecise, but I liked him.

We chatted a couple of times and discovered that we both had a very high sex drive.  He told me we better get our hands off each other when we meet.  We finally met in the mountains for lunch on a Saturday.  The idea, as I had understood it, was to have lunch at the restaurant, then go for a hike with his dogs and for a professional massage. 

We went for a hike with the dogs, beautiful weather, very pleasant talk, he’s a quiet man, who likes to be in charge, slightly chauvinistic, who has been around a lot. We both enjoyed talking about the places we had been.  I could feel the man is like a bear, rough outside, but rather sensitive inside.  It seemed we clicked, or I felt good in his company.

It turned out that the massage session was not planned with professionals…. My misunderstanding.  We did have it, and a little more.  It was getting hot and steamy, but he stopped before it went too far.  Just could not do it.  Then, we opened a bottle of champagne and listened to music.  We started cooking and had a very nice dinner.  Since I had drunk too much to drive, he invited me to stay over.  We sat on the couch talking until it was his time to go to sleep.  I finally shared his bed, we “crossed a few lines” as he said, but nothing too serious.

Next day, on my way home, many questions crossed my mind.  I felt he was still very raw from his recent separation and not at all ready for a relationship.  Where did a lover fit in?  Nowhere, not now.  He must have put his profile on the dating site for reassurance, met a few ladies online, but from what I gathered, I was the only one he met for real.

We exchanged a few more messages.  I told him that I was happy to have met him, that I was going to close my profile.  He replied he would do the same and stop talking to the other ladies, but that he had been thinking too and basically, we both needed to take care of domestic issues before we could think of meeting again.  His job was taking up all his time, for all I know he is somewhere on another continent at the moment and I do not know when/if he will contact me again, but most probably not before September…..

All this waiting and hoping had me rather frustrated one lonely Sunday, I was asking myself if all this was worth the while, suddenly my phone rang, it was a chain message I had sent around in 2009, "you are an angel!"    I was under shock!  No one had sent this message, the phone rang with this message on.  Holly sh*t!  I was crying! And grateful!  So, I am convinced that this is the man...  and I'm turning into bloody Penelope!

P.S. The picture above is not a picture of my Adventurer.

Dating?

My inspiration for writing seems to have gone for the moment.  No time to concentrate on it either.  I do have quite a lot on my plate, taking care of judgmental children, seeking an apartment, paying bills, having nightmares about all the things that need to be fixed in my life, etc.

Thankfully, I have a bunch of online friends, old and new, who make my days brighter. Blooging is such a rewarding experience!  

Recently I put my profile on a dating site.  Am I too picky, or are there only boring men seeking a partner? Are dating sites mostly for people having problems meeting someone in real life? Are they for people looking for easy sex?  I feel so naive, and so reluctant to go through all this trouble.... So, I had a first date with a tiny guy - not really my type - two weeks ago, I was surprised that it went rather well.  "I do not look for an affair, my life is too complicated at the moment, I am looking for friends and see what happens... Do you have your own flat?", that's what he told me and I could not agree more, but why should he ask about my flat? I should have reacted immediately. To summarize, we decided to go to an outdoor music festival, but he ditched me the day before because he had had sex with someone else.  And I happened to bump into him, among the huge crowd, and he acted like an asshole....  Thank god, he was not my style and we only met once.... But this makes me realize that maybe I'm not ready for this...  Life is already too difficult at the moment, and maybe I should just take care of myself, be happy and not look for anyone for the time being...  I feel puzzled... Yet, I wish to meet nice people who could become friends and maybe more... Why is it so difficult?

Now, I started to take Cuban salsa lessons, which is something I'm looking forward to every week.  I am planning my holidays, with my best friend, for July and started visiting apartments.  I have been waiting so long for things to happen and yet maybe I need to work more on myself and then things will move my way, but time is flying by and I have the feeling things are not moving.  

All this sounds pretty negative, but I'm not down, I'm just hoping. That is what the psychologist my son visited told me, when I found out about the manipulative behaviour of my husband, it is becoming a mantra:

DO NOT LET ANYONE DIM YOUR INNER SUN!

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Pin me to the wall

Pin me to the wall and kiss me! Force me, because I feel you want to. Kiss me as if you would never kiss me again. Drink me to satiate your unquenchable thirst! I will resist, I will fight. Take me, tear off my clothes, I will bite. Grab me, I will cry. Turn me over, I will struggle. Push my tender breasts against the wall, I will shudder. Pull my hair and bite my earlobe, I will gasp. Push your thigh between my legs, I will obey. Put you hand on my wet mound, I will moan. Let your fingers invade my velvet folds, I will invite you. Impale me, I will comply.

Fuck me, I want you!

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Gray's Provocation

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Passion

HAVE A WONDERFUL WEEK, MY DEAR FOLLOWERS

Don't we all wish we were here?

I wanna do....

“There is an inner beauty about a woman who believes in herself, who knows she is capable of anything that she puts her mind to. There is a beauty in the strength and determination of a woman who follows her own path, who isn’t thrown off by obstacles along the way. There is a beauty about a woman whose confidence comes from experiences; who knows she can fall, pick herself up, and move on.”

Being a woman

When I went to primary school in the suburbs of a north-eastern French city, my grand-mother would sometimes pick me up and, on our way home, we would stop at the cobbler's. The shop was old-fashioned, a little bit like in a Norman Rockwell illustration, or rather a Robert Doisneau picture, with piles of shoes and a strong odour of glue.

I liked going there, because the cobblers' wife, or so I assumed, was a brunette in her 30's, with tight clothes revealing large, nice breasts, enhanced by a bra that would make them look like bombshells under a pearl necklace. She had a thin waist, always wore tulip shaped skirts, seemed stockings, stiletto shoes, and very red nail polish and lipstick. The quintessence of feminity.

Edward D'Ancona pin-up

I was between 6 and 10, still very innocent, but I sensed that she was a very pretty woman, a sexy woman, although I did not know much about sex. The heady smell of glue mingled with the sight of her used to make me dizzy in a strange way. Above all, I loved her breasts, I liked the contrast between her thin waist and her large breasts, I remember staring at her breasts and thinking "when I grow old, I want the same". I had a confused idea that men liked breasts and therefore, as a woman I wanted to have nice breasts so that men would look at me, and touch my breasts! Yes, at that age, I came to this conclusion!

She was the only woman who made me feel this way, I don't know why, obviously she had a lot of sex appeal. She is the woman who made me think about me being a girl, about the power of a woman's body.  It made me feel  proud to be a woman, because I would be attractive and I would bear children, which in my mind was a wonderful gift, even if I would have to suffer from menstruating, birth giving, breastfeeding, and all that goes with womanhood. So, I never complained about being a woman, I am proud to be a woman. I had many lovers, I am proud of my body, it still makes heads turn, it gave me three beautiful children, it gives me a lot of pleasure. It gives us a lot of power.

Women are just so beautuful!

Burlesque

Dita von Teese

Burlesque

I recently saw the movie "Burlesque" with Cher and Christina Aguilera, it was very entertaining. It is a genre I never paid much attention to (we don't have stippers clubs like in the US over here, and so, I've never been to any), but now that I'm more into all things sensual and erotic, it tickled my imagination - the costumes, the lingerie - ah! the lingerie! - the feathers, the girls' sometimes very voluptuous bodies...  a very erotic world!

Burlesque

World Peace

“Some men know that a light touch of the tongue, running from a woman’s toes to her ears, lingering in the softest way possible in various places in between, given often enough and sincerely enough, would add immeasurably to world peace.”

—	~Marianne Williamson

Black lace

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“Look what you are doing to me” you say looking down at the huge bulge in your boxer shorts. “I'm a mess!”, yes! I see what pre-cum is doing to the fabric.

I can feel the heat in my core, the swelling, the throbbing, the longing. You seem, by the appreciative look on your face, to like your surprise. I am wearing black lace lingerie, black thigh highs, under a transparent black nightgown. I grin back at you, showing you all the mouthwatering details of my tantalizing body through the black lace, teasing you by opening my thighs very slowly and showing some naked flesh, some engorged petals and more when pulling aside my panties. I can hear your groans and comments while you eagerly watch all these arousing details, your cock twitching in your underpants, needing to be freed from its prison of fabric. “You never fail to make me want you, you are such a sight!”. I languidly let the straps of the nightgown slide down my shoulders, followed by the straps of my bra. You gasp. “Oh yes, show them to me!” The top of the nightgown falls down on my hips and my breast are now in my palms, I bend forward for you to see the creamy globes of my full breasts and erect nipples.

You pull you boxer shorts down, letting me see your big thick meat in all its glory, which makes me salivate. My lips want to taste you, lick and suck you. Biting my lips, I pinch my nipples and let out a loud moan. Pearls of pre-cum are now coating your cock. “Can you see what you are doing to me?” “Oh, let me see how you feel, show me what you would let me take, lick, grab, tease, show me!”. Flustered, I once again open my thighs, pulling the fabric aside, and show you how wet I am. My hand takes control, your hand gets also very busy sliding up and down on your hard flesh. I need to wet my lips. I am squirming with need.

Your three day beard makes you look very handsome, your firm body writhes under the strokes. My body is aching, hips are swaying, my breath is getting shorter and my heart beating madly. The wanton creature I am has her legs now widely spread, panties on the floor, offering herself to you as you give yourself to me. We climax simultaneously, intensely, endlessly.... I love to see you come... so far away!

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Christmas present

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"Oh my lover I think of you daily

and find myself smiling so gaily

wondering what you wear

and how I'd have to stare

at rolling hills and valleys

and fresh buds on ripe fruit trees 

your elegant secrets so deeply hidden

soft fabrics caressing what is forbidden 

Oh how I wish to consume and delight

your precious gifts that set me alight

thus rhythmically my heart beats quicken

ensuing limbs flex, stretch and thicken

with thoughts of treaures to be found

my hands exploring contours that astound

and slowly we share in pleasures so deep

our senses alive from head to feet

we'll roll and sway like waves on the shore

and appreciate what's shared forevermore"

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Thank you for this lovely Christmas present!

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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.

Fuck me.

Aeric Meredith-Goujon

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