Down the Rabbit Hole

A colleague.
I'd like a dalliance.
She wants the white dress.

Men are from fucktard
Women are from ....

(I should have left it at mysterious)

Well that’s a perspective I didn’t consider when I posted the original quote.

It connected to me in a way that said it’s okay to not wait for the ‘white and shiny knight’ to magically appear from nowhere to save me from myself. It’s okay to want to and to be my own knight and fight my own battles. I am woman, hear me roar...and such. :eek:
 
Well that’s a perspective I didn’t consider when I posted the original quote.

It connected to me in a way that said it’s okay to not wait for the ‘white and shiny knight’ to magically appear from nowhere to save me from myself. It’s okay to want to and to be my own knight and fight my own battles. I am woman, hear me roar...and such. :eek:

Ah. And there lies the beauty. We all can look at something and bring a different perspective depending on your history. The fun then comes from listening.
 
Just a dream...

One step within your door, and your call floods me. Not with words, for I am not close enough to hear you. Not with a gaze, for I cannot see you. Your soul cries, and I feel it. It calls to mine, and my entirety responds in urgency.

I weave through halls and doorways, naked footsteps echoing upon the wooden floors as I find my way to you.

I find you in solace. I can barely make out your form as you sit within the darkened room, eyes lost to the storm raging within your mind. The flickering light dances amidst shadows and truths. And I sense it…your truth…your truest need…your barest yearnings that you don’t even dare put breath to. I move instinctively, my soul reaching out to wrap around yours in the way I intuitively know you need.

“I need to fuck you. Own you. Claim you as mine”.

My heart breaks as your words float within the distance between us; my eyes swelling at the fact that you don’t truly see what this is…what I am, what you are…what we are.

“No,” the word but a whisper as I finally make my way to stand in your sight path. The shadows on your face darken as you feel the truth in the words I am yet to say. And your eyes close as you seem to fight what your soul knows.

Another small step, and I tower over your seated form. Your usual strength dissipates amongst a tirade of shivers across your body. This darkened cloud…you have become lost to yourself. I open my soul and I sense my energy wrap around you; comforting, protecting, allowing you to be vulnerable in this space. And with a feathered touch I guide your gaze to finally connect with mine. I see the flash of pain within them, it strikes my soul like a blade. In this moment, I bare everything I am to you. My emerald eyes beacon you to see me, to truly see me. See my longing…not for the man you project to the world that you are, but the man that I have always seen you to be. I yearn for you. I burn for you. If I were to admit it to myself, I always have. Not from our first meeting, but from the passion of lifetimes that we have intertwined this way.

“We, my love, do not fuck…” A bare thigh slips over yours as flesh finally greets flesh. Goosebumps erupt over my skin…gods, the effect you have on me. A simple touch and you stoke the raging passions to engulf me. Your arms clamp around me as if to anchor me to you. You’re fighting the truth.

My touch remains gentle…lips placing a soul’s kiss to your forehead.

“We do not own…” The other thigh draping as I come to straddle your lap as you pull me harder to your chest. Your breath becomes ragged as you possessively brand the skin of my shoulder with your lips. I feel how I effect you…the same yearning, burning, need…it emanates in powerful waves of energy as your hardness presses against my inner thigh.

Another soul’s kiss to your cheek.

“We do not claim,” the soft pad of my thumb feathers across your bottom lip as my breath cascades across your ear and down your neck in gentle waves. Your nails dig upon the flesh of my hips…I sense your fear of losing me in this moment…as if you’re holding on for life itself.

Then the truth flows from my lips as a gentle caress...

“We liberate. We are free, entwined in our wholeness”.

A slight shrug is all that is needed to allow my dress to slip from my body and on to the floor between your legs. I pull back slightly, forcing you to see me…all of me.

There…in the smallest change to your gaze I see the awe I’ve seen for lifetimes before.

Your hands soften.

Your breath slows.

The cloud dissipates into oblivion.

You kiss my collar bone, adorning me with your new understanding…I am your goddess…and you, my love, are my god. More adorning as each pure kiss scorches through my entirety…my body succumbing to the primal dance we have spent lifetimes mastering…hips grinding as I press firmly against you.

“I am me. Don’t limit me with a fuck.

You are you. Don’t limit yourself by acts of ownership.

We, my love, are life itself.”

My lips finally find yours in a kiss so powerful it renders us both breathless. I can’t hold it back anymore, and the flood of passion roars outward. Hands frantically remove the last of your clothing that continues to divide us. Lips explore the newly exposed flesh in a hunger that can be only satiated by becoming one.

I pause as my moistened heat stops but a heartbeat away from engulfing you. I tremble uncontrollably within your embrace…all I want to do is sink around you, for you to fill me, devour me, truly feel all of me. But the awe in your eyes…my heart stops for but a second as I realise that you finally see me as I have always seen you.

I smile softly, fingertips caressing your face as my forehead presses to yours.

“Now, let’s see what we really are…”
 
Last edited:
Thoughts within delirium…

Magic is the foundation of sex, even masturbation. And yes, real magic of energies fortified by intent. Lucy, research further into this…don’t forget.
 
One step within your door, and your call floods me. Not with words, for I am not close enough to hear you. Not with a gaze, for I cannot see you. Your soul cries, and I feel it. It calls to mine, and my entirety responds in urgency.

I weave through halls and doorways, naked footsteps echoing upon the wooden floors as I find my way to you.

I find you in solace. I can barely make out your form as you sit within the darkened room, eyes lost to the storm raging within your mind. The flickering light dances amidst shadows and truths. And I sense it…your truth…your truest need…your barest yearnings that you don’t even dare put breath to. I move instinctively, my soul reaching out to wrap around yours in the way I intuitively know you need.

“I need to fuck you. Own you. Claim you as mine”.

My heart breaks as your words float within the distance between us; my eyes swelling at the fact that you don’t truly see what this is…what I am, what you are…what we are.

“No,” the word but a whisper as I finally make my way to stand in your sight path. The shadows on your face darken as you feel the truth in the words I am yet to say. And your eyes close as you seem to fight what your soul knows.

Another small step, and I tower over your seated form. Your usual strength dissipates amongst a tirade of shivers across your body. This darkened cloud…you have become lost to yourself. I open my soul and I sense my energy wrap around you; comforting, protecting, allowing you to be vulnerable in this space. And with a feathered touch I guide your gaze to finally connect with mine. I see the flash of pain within them, it strikes my soul like a blade. In this moment, I bare everything I am to you. My emerald eyes beacon you to see me, to truly see me. See my longing…not for the man you project to the world that you are, but the man that I have always seen you to be. I yearn for you. I burn for you. If I were to admit it to myself, I always have. Not from our first meeting, but from the passion of lifetimes that we have intertwined this way.

“We, my love, do not fuck…” A bare thigh slips over yours as flesh finally greets flesh. Goosebumps erupt over my skin…gods, the effect you have on me. A simple touch and you stoke the raging passions to engulf me. Your arms clamp around me as if to anchor me to you. You’re fighting the truth.

My touch remains gentle…lips placing a soul’s kiss to your forehead.

“We do not own…” The other thigh draping as I come to straddle your lap as you pull me harder to your chest. Your breath becomes ragged as you possessively brand the skin of my shoulder with your lips. I feel how I effect you…the same yearning, burning, need…it emanates in powerful waves of energy as your hardness presses against my inner thigh.

Another soul’s kiss to your cheek.

“We do not claim,” the soft pad of my thumb feathers across your bottom lip as my breath cascades across your ear and down your neck in gentle waves. Your nails dig upon the flesh of my hips…I sense your fear of losing me in this moment…as if you’re holding on for life itself.

Then the truth flows from my lips as a gentle caress...

“We liberate. We are free, entwined in our wholeness”.

A slight shrug is all that is needed to allow my dress to slip from my body and on to the floor between your legs. I pull back slightly, forcing you to see me…all of me.

There…in the smallest change to your gaze I see the awe I’ve seen for lifetimes before.

Your hands soften.

Your breath slows.

The cloud dissipates into oblivion.

You kiss my collar bone, adorning me with your new understanding…I am your goddess…and you, my love, are my god. More adorning as each pure kiss scorches through my entirety…my body succumbing to the primal dance we have spent lifetimes mastering…hips grinding as I press firmly against you.

“I am me. Don’t limit me with a fuck.

You are you. Don’t limit yourself by acts of ownership.

We, my love, are life itself.”

My lips finally find yours in a kiss so powerful it renders us both breathless. I can’t hold it back anymore, and the flood of passion roars outward. Hands frantically remove the last of your clothing that continues to divide us. Lips explore the newly exposed flesh in a hunger that can be only satiated by becoming one.

I pause as my moistened heat stops but a heartbeat away from engulfing you. I tremble uncontrollably within your embrace…all I want to do is sink around you, for you to fill me, devour me, truly feel all of me. But the awe in your eyes…my heart stops for but a second as I realise that you finally see me as I have always seen you.

I smile softly, fingertips caressing your face as my forehead presses to yours.

“Now, let’s see what we really are…”

Absolutely incredible. Inspired writing at its finest. Thank you for taking the time to write and post this. :rose:
 
Absolutely incredible. Inspired writing at its finest. Thank you for taking the time to write and post this. :rose:

No, thank you Jeff.

You’re far too kind. That’s just the exhausted musings after a dream. But I’m glad you enjoyed it. Really…:rose:
 
My small contributions.

First one:

"Don't ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive."

Howard Thurman
 
Back
Top