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I order a simple apple martini at the bar as I wait for my date to arrive. I play with the cherry in my mouth as the evening hour slowly ticks by. I am more then anxious and my impatience shows as a precisely fold my napkin corner to corner to corner until it is in a tiny triangle. I stay standing, too nervous to sit down or to put a wrinkle in my little, open-back, black dress. My strappy gold, peek-a-boo toe, 5 inch heels compliment my ensemble as well as the confidence I force out for display. Standing is the only way to properly show-off the two.
As I usher the bartender over for another martini I feel a slight brush from the nape of my neck down to my lower back. The low cut dress, the front as well as the back, allows my guest to see the goose bumps form along my spine. I spin around, slipping out a smile for my date when I realize it wasn’t him. Instead, a tall handsome man in a three piece Armani suite and thin black tie takes hold of my waist. I gasp in embarrassment and allow a confused look to develop on my face.
He introduces himself. “Hello. I saw you from across the bar and was hoping I could get to know you. My name is Conner. May I buy you a drink?” Conner raises his hand to the bartender for 2 more drinks. I guess that was a yes.
I sat down as Conner pulled the chair out for me even though I was expecting Alex any moment. I still haven’t said a word, just my frozen smile and raised eye-brow. He took my breath away with his Giovani cologne, dark hair, and clean shaven face. His eyes lit up and it was as though his smile twinkled every time he parted his thin lips. O.K maybe 1 too many drinks.
As my gaze breaks, I remember I have yet to introduce myself and my name kind of jumps out of my mouth backwards, “Karra. My name. Ummm thanks for the drink.” That’s all I could think to say. I want to hit myself in the forehead. I sound like a re-tard. I turn towards my drink and take a sip to try to calm my nerves.
“I apologize for the forwardness but I really didn’t want to miss out on an opportunity like the one before me.”
“What ‘opportunity’” I think to myself.
Conner continues, “you caught my eye as soon as you walked in and I would really like it if I could join you for the evening.”
Does he think I’m a prostitute?
“It looks like you’re waiting for someone, so its cool if your not up for it. But, I’m pretty sure I could make this the most memerable night of your life.”
I can’t stop looking at his lips as he talks. I take another sip of the martini without looking away. I think my heart is skipping a beat. “Uhhh, yeah sure we can get outta here.”
I finish my martini and grab my matching clutch. Alex won’t miss me, he’s 20 minutes late anyway. “I wasn’t expecting anyone,” I finish. I pull him out of his chair as I head towards the door. I stumble slightly but not enough for anyone to notice. As I head towards the door I let my mind wander….
**My back is up against the bar in the empty lounge and Conner is pressed up against me whispering sexy commands in my ear. I feel his dick harden on my inner thigh as I stand on my tippy toes. I use one hand to grab his growing instrument and one to pull his face into mine as we engage in a long passionate kiss. His large hand slide up my dress and between my thick caramel thighs and touches my silk drenched pussy lips. He rubs my juices between his first finger and thumb, enjoying the blessings placed before him. His tongue surrounds mine as I inhale his sweet fragrances and my sex fragrances fill the rest of the room….**
Stretching & Pulling
I’ve created a rubrix cube of emotions that won’t line up with my thoughts and interferes with my decision making.
Game. Point. Match.
Why do I allow this complex to continue. To flow into your love veins and poison your innocence? I have the advantage because I am cold.
My defenses are up.
And yet, I expect something in return from the places I seek comfort. From somewhere else. Someone else. Something else.
I want control.
I want to exit this complex and I want to enter the matrix of hope.
I find hopelessness.
I find disappointment and abandonment.
A taboo is a strong social prohibition (or ban) relating to any area of human
activity or social custom that is sacred and forbidden based on moral judgment.
Analytical Assessment of Sex Taboo-ism —> “strong” relative to what?
—> “human activity”: sexual discourse
—> Sex Sacred
—> SEX is Forbidden : something that is done strictly behind closed doors
—> based on whose “moral judgment”
—> AND Why?
Sexual traditions v.s sexual taboo-ism:
Is sexual taboo-ism on a spectrum based on what is most morally accepted by…who? What happens when you cross the boundaries of socially accepted sexual activities? Does this create sexually deviant creatures? Are you sexually exiled or put on a sex-pedalstool?
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I wipe the sweat that had perspired above my brow off with the back of my hand. the anticipation of how you react to what I have let pour out is gutting me from the inside out. Vulnerability is gushing to the floor and over the deceitfulness you are choosing to cut me with.
2 seconds….3 seconds…4 seconds…time has become my worst enemy.
You respond with a calmness to your voice. You decode what perceived to be deceit to merely be precaution wrapped in the same doubt I had let grow inside of me.
The towel of forgiveness is all that can wipe away the body of trust that I murdered, slaughtered
The placement of your delicate words in my ear dare me to culminate your true feelings. Unfortunately, your linguistics barely scrape the bottoms of my standards. Your game only plays a fool, incapable of recognizing a fallacy of true love.
I refuse to continue this cycle of emotions and negligence. Its rather a long distance relationship filled with lies and self-deception. Heart-filled negligence and mindful emotions within myself is what I need to surpass to see your efforts to pursue me.
My Previous ways are coming back to kick me in the ass… Don’t judge me by the path I once took, but by the steps I’m taking that are guided by experience and wisdom …Turning over Leafs (or perhaps bushes.)
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So what about that moment when you realize you want more? More then Sexual Gratification? More than Physical? But instead, to experience a mental orgasm? You want him to stimulate you emotionally.
Do you refrain from providing your pussy pleasure by his interested tongue and massive dick so the two of you connect on that One Level? That Level no one seems capable of explaining but exists in an unspoken realm.
Or do you refuse to set limits on a Dick Jones and let his body be your masterpiece for love-making? Do you let him take you above ecstasy with his physical attention to perfection?
Am I even ready for that One Level?
Am I even capable for a Dick Jones?
After my shower I don’t dry off with my towel. Instead, I wrap my bath robe around me and make my way to my bed. My erect nipple tease me underneath the cloth. I unwrap myself and let my silk sheets dry my skin. I close my eyes and guide my fingers between my thighs and around my clit piercing. I allow my self to linger there while I fantasize you palming my ass, feeling up my cheeks and upper thighs
U slowly kiss my lower back and pay close attention to the top of my ass. U part my cheeks and begin a wet trail with your tongue to my pussy…u slowly start to devour my secrets from behind while I moan with satisfaction. Ur dedicated time to my pussy causes me to grip the sheets, eager to want more…
You turn me over and plant kisses on ever inch of my pussy slowly like ur planting passion between ur lips and mine…I quiver with anticipation while I feel the warmth from ur mouth mix with the cool sex filled air… Caress my inner thighs and my ass while u take me into your mouth and let me spill my juices on ur facial hair
Ahhh this is too real for me… I’m rubbing my fingers together, testing my silk smooth juices from between my legs… You’ve made me wet, all the way turned up… My personal toy is only a arm reach away ready to vibrate my inner workings til I cum with you in the forefronts of my fantasy
Any Suggestions for a Short Prose? Personal Experience needing words for Expression?
*~* Karra *~*
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