Resurrection. Soaring Through Touch

It's all about resurrections this week.  Of many sorts.  
 
Not only because this Sunday is a deeply profound holy day for some and a fun holiday for many;
but also because 'resurrection', meaning a rising again, as from disuse; a recovery, reawakening, and rebirth, can be applied so beautifully to us. 
As in, what makes us experience life in a vibrant and exciting way, what makes us feel alive? 
I find myself thinking symbolically of those deeply profound experiences I've shared with a lover
of orgasmic 'rising again and reawakening'.

I find touch to be healing, especially in an intimate expression with a lover, a lover that is devoted to uplifting you to a new awareness.  Likewise, participating in my lover's resurrection, so to speak, is powerful for me.  It is their time to let go and melt into bliss under my luxurious and loving touch.  That said, it is not always easy to let go.

For my lover that enjoys surrendering fully to my control of their resurrection, things can get a bit kinky.  They will not be able to escape my focus, as we explore a variety of new sensations, pushing them closer and closer, edging toward ultimate release.

The goal in either of these touch styles is the journey seeking vibrancy in our entire being.
 
I find great inspiration from music during intimacy.  This is especially moving at this time of year - Leonard Bernstein conducting the final movement of
Gustav Mahler's "Resurrection Symphony".

A passionate piece to be sure, and orgasmic for those who have the ears to truly hear.

It gives me reflection of how lovers conduct all the movements of their 'Resurrection Symphony' together.

There with and for each other,
through soaring and finally when ready to come back down to earth.

If You Are Lucky

If you are lucky
you will carry one night with you
for the rest of your life,
a night like no other.
You won't see it coming.

Forget the day, the year.
It will arrive uninvoked,
an astrological anomaly.

You will remember
how every cell in your body
knew him, this stranger,

how you held your breath,
the way you searched his face.
This is how such evenings begin.

And you will be real in your skin,
bone and sinew;  the way you always thought
you could be.  Effortlessly.
This is how you will fit together.

His parted lips between your thighs,
your half-lit nipples darkening,
the hot-breathed arrival of desire,
the frenzied coupling
as you opened soundlessly
and the world flooded into you.

In the morning, maybe,
soon after sunrise
you will walk barefoot above a waterfall in the forest,
light-headed with the smell of sex,
laughing in your déshabillée.

You will carry
the music of this memory with you;
and from time to time,
in the small, withered hours,
your body will sing its remembering.

© Michelle McGrane

From A Suitable Girl, published by Pindrop Press 2010

Taking a BITE out of the Big Apple!

A whirlwind opportunity whisked me away to the Big Apple for a

pre-Birthday Party with a dashing fellow!

How could I turn down such a romantic invitation?

It turned out to be an event of epic proportions!

Here were my packing instructions:

Almost every moment with me will be spent bare.  If you need to go to the door for room service, that’s why you’ll have my dress shirt.  

Whether you button it or not is up to you.

Bring a Little Black Dress.  Pick the one that makes you feel like the sexiest, happiest you.  And easiest for me to lift, shift, pull, fondle, drop to the floor to get to what I want.  

I’m not just thirsty, I’m hungry as well and need to be fed.  

That’s why you’re coming…

 

Now you know why my hair is such a mess in the above picture.

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First, I can't begin to express what appreciation I have 

for the thoughtfulness and sheer sexiness of this amazing person.  

Additionally, they knew it was truly a challenge for me to take the role 

as receiver, and receive I surely did.  

It might make you blush to know the gamut of opportunities for me

in being open to receive pleasure,

 for my birthday party was wildly hedonistic and sweet.

I'd say the Big Apple took a big BITE out of me!

Blues Movement

Two levels of knowledge.  She is schooled and fascinated with all things musical.  Able to identify each note and nuance, each composition and chord. Music is in my life as well, but at a much more shallow depth.  The only things I know are names like Muddy and Blind Boy, the chronology that links Brits like Keith to Delta head cutters like Robert , the places like Rosedale, Clarksdale, Statesboro and Highway 61.

 

We are learning to know each other better, having unwrapped outer layers through touch, talk  and drinks.  In this night in the Village I mix her a cocktail of music and lust.

Second floor bar, dark as a cave, a bench on the side, strong drinks in hand, sliding further under the current as SaRon gently strums a pawn shop 6-string and deeply laments another love in vain.    

I follow her mood from attention to closed-eyed appreciation to trance.  The little black dress isn’t so much a deterrent as an open door.

From outer to inner thighs, my hands travel a familiar route; not in the privacy of our nest but semi-boldly in public, covered by the darkness .  She feels the sensations and naturally moves to accommodate both of us.  Spreading her legs, lifting her skirt, settling down with her bare, unshaven crotch shifting back and forth on my hardened fingers to become even more liquid, then the sudden gasp as I enter her fully.

Her eyes are closed, her hands grip my forearm and manipulate me like a toy, guiding me as in solo play.  I know my way from here.  A touch against her tender top, deep two-fingered, excruciatingly slow plunges and withdrawals from her G spot.  I lovingly play her like a cherished instrument, a tune so familiar that it needs no metronome or lyrics.

As the song rises in tempo and volume, she follows the refrain with a sudden, thunderous explosion, gripping the table edges with white-knuckled hands, shuddering and biting off the wails that usually come over her at this point.  Gritted teeth and closed eyes almost hide the orgasmic moment, but a woman at a nearby table sees it, stares transfixed at our scene, then smiles coyly at me. 

My mate is suddenly tender and sensitive, resisting the once-wanted touch as her entire body recoils from the blast.  But in the only cruel moment I’ve had with her, I refuse to remove my fingers.  I just hold them still and firm and after a few minutes the process begins again.

Familiar lovers know each other well and even though the verses change, the harmony only deepens.

Unleashed

He says, "Enjoy this rare moment of obedience."

You bet I did.

An overnight to remember.

Woof

Birthday Flowers

I was recently asked what my favorite flowers were.  I have such a difficult time being asked about favorites on any topic, but especially flowers.  I'm fascinated with flowers, not only for their beauty, but as a science nerd, their complexity astounds me.

This time of year completely thrills me, as everything blooms. No one believes me when I say it looks like it has been snowing outside!  Here is the flowering cherry having its way with me.

 Many of my admirers have brought me living flowering plants, so that I might enjoy them as long as my green thumb doesn't go south.  It does on occasion, as I tend to be dreamy and free-spirited and forget routines and such.  I've had shamrocks, lilies, cyclamen, christmas cactus, ivy, tulips, orchids, bamboo, bleeding heart, clematis, impatiens, daisies, amaryllis, roses, and even a venus flytrap (that naughty boy)!  And then the beautiful cut flower arrangements.  I just love them all!

 It is an ecstatic state of being, not only in the Secret Garden, but in my Love Nest as well.  I delighted in capturing the blooms in and around and even tucked in a naughty little gem that you might or might not be able to spot.

A new addition to the Secret Garden this year will be a formal rose garden, enhanced by iris and hydrangea and an herb garden for the secret aromatherapy and herbal concoctions I use on you.  The idea just makes me swoon.  Add you to the mix and you may end up kidnapped and tied to the cherry tree, but that's a whole 'nother story!  (You might have had an idea that rope would be somewhere)

Perhaps you can help transform the Secret Garden, if you are thinking of a birthday gift for that cute little Earth Goddess in your life.

I might add that I've been learning how 'added warmth and sun have helped my petals to spread even wider as I spread and receive the pollens of a life being richly lived...'

I am indeed richly blessed to live as a 'muse and a sensually deep creature', just the right type of person another special person of discerning tastes would be drawn to. 

She says, He says

 She says

I’m smiling up at him, lost in the ecstasy of the moment, where we’ve arrived after a winding journey of talk, wine, dinner, coffee, more talk, but the sharing kind, the kind that leads to smiling, leaning in, hovering, kissing, and well, where we are right now.  

My hand rests on his broad chest, fingers lightly winding through his curly hair.  Even from the first moments of slowly peeling away the layers of his clothing, I felt his body quiver and I watched him in fascination, as moans escaped his mouth.  He was a thirsty man, lost to all the world, soaking in the sensations of my tender touch.  Trust led to unleashed passion and revealed a depth and power that surely surprised us both.  Even now, after floating on wave upon wave of orgasmic bliss and able to muster a secret smile, I marvel that his masculine essence is like none I've never known.

~~~

He says

I see her beautiful face, so bright and engaging during drinks and dinner.  Now she’s serious, maybe not even aware of where she is, traveling from one orgasm to another, pinned underneath me, pushed down into the bed.  Her hands have lost their grip on my shoulders, her legs have slipped away from my thighs, leaving her entire body open, writhing, gushing, defenseless. 

She’s quickly losing strength, but I can’t stop myself, and she rises to yet one more occasion to celebrate her uniquely sexual center.  She’s looking right into my eyes, widely staring at me, mouth open in awe at the moment, almost unconscious, but not fearful.  She’s learned over the years how to get to this point and she loves how quickly and often she can go there.  And I've learned over longer years how to be attentive, patient, and true to my Southern roots practice "ladies first."  But in this encounter, this moment, it's different for me and I think for her as well.   I’m not in control, but also not under her control.  There is no control, just a changing of leads as we dance into each other more and more deeply.  Smiles will come with memories, but this moment is so intense, there is no room or strength left for smiles, just feelings and fluids.  I’ll remember this moment for the rest of my life.

Sophisticated Seductress Seeks Birthday Bacchants

Yes!  It's my birthday month.

Come help me light my candles and

let's celebrate with all sorts of mischief and tomfoolery

for laughter and loving make everything better!

This is what I might look like after our shenanigans,

but I must say I have better legs.

Perhaps you'd like to pamper the Birthday Girl with a little giftee?

You might already know that I collect heart-shaped rocks, teapots, instruments, books, and hugs.

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You'll want to know that I prefer dark chocolate, fine wines and spirits, 

and steer clear of eggs, corn, dairy, and gluten. 

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You may remember that the Secret Garden and the Manor possess some 

of the loveliest flowers and living things gifted by thoughtful admirers.

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Actually, I shall consider a future posting with more ideas, 

but I must share that the best gift is a visit with you.

I'll be peeking through the window looking for you!