Morning Snuggle Session ~

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He had enough time to sneak in and spoon behind her, lacing her shoulder, neck, cheek and hair with kisses.


He brought one arm under her neck and around the front of her throat, pulling her close to him. He free hand filled with fondling her breasts.  His hardened length nestled into her ass-cleft.  He pulled her inescapably closer and whispered “good morning my concubine”


She moaned softly, melting further into him, caressing his arms, hands and fingers.  She wanted him closer, she reached around grabbing him, trying to pull him into her. Arching, writhing her hips, she was already wet and pulsating for him.  Mewing softly, she whispers “Good morning my sir”.


He tightened his hold on her throat and moved his other hand from her breast to cover her mouth.  He whispers in her ear, ‘Open your mouth and reach behind you to hold me with both of your hands.  cross your wrists while your at it, as well as your ankles.  Now, not a word, be quiet, be still lil concubine… while I gather up some scarves and veils”


She kissed the palm of his hand, as she followed his commands. Her body was trembling with excitement, dripping with love and lust as her fingers drank every inch of him.


He removed his hand from her mouth, kissed his own palm, and replaced it over her sensuously capable mouth, even tighter than before shoving her head further into the pillow. Two pairs of her sheer sexy panties were stuffed past her lips and teeth to fill her wide-open mouth.


He took a few veils and twist them together as she watched intently, obviously aroused.  Each twist matched a frictionous movement of her liquid smooth skin against his desiring body.   The twisted length of the veil was pulled tautly between sensationally kissable lips, beneath wild lust-glazed eyes. By tightening the veils, he provoked a low moaning muffled purrr from the depths of her splendid chest,  reverberating in drool soaked panties. Drool escaping the corner of her gag, showing the wetness matched what he was feeling against his thigh.


Once her wrists, ankles knees, arms, waist and crotche were all wrapped , knotted, and tightly cinched.  He pulled her back against him once more, their bodies feeling the oneness in their hearts.

Experience of 1

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It was a lovely, quiet evening.  The candles were lit and the fire was going.  All the elements in place of a comfy cozy home.  Happy bellies from a home cooked meal and now they were relaxing on the couches. Him on His couch and she was on hers which was the small love seat. 


Perhaps having more than her fill of wine, she was feeling naughty, adventurous. Mind filled with delusions of sultry beauty, she placed her wine glass on the table.  She lingered for a bit,  leaning forward, exposing more of her breasts from the low cut negligee. Tilting her head she watched him as he was typing on his phone. 

“Are you happy?” She asked

He glanced up looking at her in the candle light.  Staring at her breasts he replied “Yes” and then smiled at her. 

“Are you tired?” She asked leaning back into the sofa.

“No” He watched her settle into the center of the love seat.  His eyes followed each leg as she slowly lifted them one by one, propping them on the perspective arms of the couch. 

She reached up, a hand on each knee, ” We could spend some time together.” fingers caressing her self, exploring up her thighs. Moving her negligee up exposing her wetness for him. 

He watched her, his phone in hand beeping and dinging announcements, messages, and alerts.  His eyes followed as she spread herself wide open for him.  Her sex seeped and throbbed as she caressed her self and plunged her fingers deep within her.  Her breath quickened as her fingers glistened in the candle light. 

“Baby, you’re sexy” he replies. 

She smiles, looking at him in time to see him turn back to his phone.  The smile falls with her expectations, her ‘thank you’ caught in her throat.  She waits. He doesn’t look up. Carnal desires dissipate as she continues to wait, he continues on with what he was doing.

“Would you like to go to bed…” She somewhat asks, tone flat, unfeeling, knowing what the answer will be. 

“In a minute” he replies, without looking up.  Closing her legs, shame and embarrassment replace feelings of sensuality and erotic hunger.  She settles back in and waits, finishing her wine.  

“I’m going to bed, if you would like to join me.” 

“In a minute” he replies.  

She was too tired to again state what she wanted. Tired of feeling like a broken record, she didn’t have the energy to demand anything, let alone be upset. She didn’t want to fight, she didn’t want to beg, and she didn’t want a pity fuck. She would rather go without than go through all that again.  

What she did want was to be desired and taken, fucked into a coma, she wanted to be more important than the phone, but that was not going to happen… not tonight. 

“k, good night” She gets up and kisses him on all that was offered to her, his cheek. She inhales him deeply then heads to bed. 

He joins her later, long after silent tears have taken her into slumber. 

~Liquidjade


Dance

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Imagine this: there was a time in history, a long time ago, when the bounce and sway of a woman’s hips was considered so beautiful that they set it to music and made a dance out of it…








Fat Chance Belly Dance 
American Tribal Style

Kissing

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Kissing makes me melt.

Lips and tongues coalesce. 

Tasting. 

Caressing.

Exploring. 

Kisses are unforgettable, causing time to stand still. 

The physical dissolves when I am completely immersed, absorbed by another’s kiss. 

Communicating without words in an erotic silence of souls breath shared.


Morning discussions

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Man 1 (M1) and I had a great conversation this morning. A time of checking in, reflecting, lovingly discussing old and new things.

Discussing the seriousness of neglect, M1 helps me be honest with what is really happening, helps focus,and find solutions.

Each moment clarifying that actions speak louder than words. Coming to find something else about myself ~ a three minute insertion by a half flacid cock that keeps gettig softer and softer does NOT count as penetration. No, lover, I really don’t do it for you. and that’s ok.

There is someone I DID do IT for. He and his hard cock were One of the most wonderful passionate things I’ve experienced in a rather long time.and it was fun!

M1 is happy about my experiences with this person, regardless of whether or not sex is involved. M1 is excited and excited for me. We are both hoping for good things, and regardless of what happens the friendship is here for him from both of us.

Honestly, M1 is excited about having someone to befriend, though he is still cautious. Especially with what is happening with M2 and what happened with woman 1 (W1).

I don’t blame him, but I don’t want to carry that baggage and throw it onto anyone else. I don’t think it’s fair.

Both of us are focusing on the positive, excited for new things, and welcoming new people into our life.

Realizing, wih great joy in my heart, that the happiness and excitement is similar and radiating from M1~ even though he is proceeding with caution.

I’m a lucky girl, blessed with wonderful people in my life. They may be coming, going, or hanging on for the ride, but they are there. I am learning from and growing because of them. Regardless of if the experience is positive or negative, I am blessed, becoming better because of them.

ps~ special thanks to M1 for helping me write this blog~