Wednesday, December 31, 2014

New Beginnings

They weren't fact. They were possibility. Nothing more, nothing less,
but the force of the possibility was shattering.

— Haruki Murakami


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I know that this time of year makes many people nostalgic - they look back over the past year and reminisce.   I've never been much for looking back, even at the best of times ...perhaps because I'm usually careening ahead toward new adventures at breakneck speed and even a glance backwards can be a disastrous loss of focus on life at the speed of B!   

New Year's for me is a time of excitement and anticipation.   The year past is mere foreplay to the delights that await me in the new year!  I savor these breathless moments - New Year's Eve is like being at the top of the roller coaster, waiting for that exhilarating plunge!   

Loyal readers and friends will not be surprised to learn that I am ALL about anticipation - the seduction of potential is my drug of choice.   Much as I love results, I prefer process.  In bed, in life, in love - lingering relentlessly on the very edge of bliss is often more heavenly than the fleeting joys of satisfaction.   And no sooner have I reached peak, than I strive to climb again, in new ways, with new people, and with achingly deliberate prolonging of the journey.

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Any year, any romance, any dalliance can rock your world in a moment of "POW!" ... but the truly great ones are delicious in the quiet moments as well.   They carry you from the valleys of angst to the pinnacles of passion, always knowing that you are safe and adored.    In the best of loves and years, we find our happiness is a quiet certainty, punctuated by roaring flashes of ecstasy.   Contentment is not found in perfection, but in the belief that it exists in perfect moments.   In the coming year, I invite you to share your passions and your perfect moments with us, as we share ours with you.   Take the time to savor the potential of 2015, bask in the anticipation of it's pleasures, and find new passions in its shadows! 




So she thoroughly taught him that one cannot take pleasure without giving pleasure, and that every gesture, every caress, every touch, every glance, every last bit of the body has its secret, which brings happiness to the person who knows how to wake it. She taught him that after a celebration of love the lovers should not part without admiring each other, without being conquered or having conquered, so that neither is bleak or glutted or has the bad feeling of being used or misused.
― Hermann Hesse

Monday, December 29, 2014

Red is...


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Red is deep anger that never comes out
Red is believing, and then having doubt.
Red reeks of revenge, of suffering and hate.
Red is being thirsty and having to wait.

Red, in a painting, makes one hot and confused,
It’s the anger of crying when you feel you’ve been used.
Red is that voice, deep in your head,
It could keep you back, but pushes ahead.

It mocks you silently with a voice full of hate,
“You can’t do it, you are weak, and it is your fate.”
Red feels like fire, singeing your heart,
It’s wanting to be together, but having to part.

Red is running through desert and sun,
It’s needing a friend, but having none.
Red is the heart that’s been broken in two,
It’s hearing those lies, and wanting what’s true. 
Color Me Red ~ Starr Williams
Andrea Ruso - 122914 SideB

Red is...

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The hardest thing to define is a color.  If I ask you to tell me what is red, you probably have two choices.  Scientifically you could say red are the colors of the visible spectrum around and above 380nm (accurate, but it doesn't refer to what red is like), or you could give me examples of red like stop signs, red hair (which can be orange), blood (the blood rich with oxygen), and other items.  That still doesn't tell me what red is or what it means.

For starters, we know not everyone experiences red the same.  My red may be your pink or green.  Women prefer cool reds that are more toward violet and men prefer warmer reds leaning toward orange.  

Red can symbolize passion, sex (red-light district), rage (seeing red), violence, and war.  In some cultures it means purity while others it means "sullen".  For more cultural and general interpretations of red, please explore this link. 

Red seems so powerful, yet if you are a painter of walls or art, you know that red is a tough color to lay down.  It is almost transparent and needs so many coats to build up a rich depth.   Red needs to be very concentrated.

For me, red symbolizes all these things, context is important for me though.  When it comes to the color of hair, it holds a charge for me, but in different ways.  Natural red is like treasured gold to behold and revere, to take.  Chosen red is something different that suggests to me power, passion, sensuality, and rebellion.  It is to be taken, but can never be taken lightly.  It is also to be taken by.

What does red mean for you?
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Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Innocence

In the past I wrote about innocence and the lust/fetish of deflowering and Lolita.  Nothing much has changed in my thoughts on it.  I understand the power that one can feel taking the virginity of another, regardless of the gender of either participant.  It just isn't my fetish.  I prefer...

With that, here is an early Yuletide taste of the great Aleska.

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One more thing - Happy Holidays.  Please interpret that as my wish to you for a peaceful and beautiful holiday(s) of your choice - Christmas, Hanukkah, Festivus, Winter Solistice, New Year, Kwanza, and any other special day you celebrate this time of year.


Saturday, December 13, 2014

Memoirs of a Jaded Romantic : In the Sweet Afterglow


“There was a time in my life not so long ago, that I experienced a moment that could only be described as pure love and happiness. 
It was as if love and happiness were finally real to me and were something tangible, embodied in that moment. 
They were in everything I could hear, touch, taste and smell. 
I could see them with my very eyes – reflected back at me in someone else’s. 
They were all around me, breathing life into me, as if wrapping me up in a blanket.

And in that moment I caught a glimpse of something. 
A parallel universe - a way things could have been. 
An alternate reality where that love and happiness were mine to keep, a place where I didn’t have to let them go.

I only hope that one day…. many years from now when I am an old lady and I close my eyes for the last time – I will open them again and find myself there.” 
~ Ranata Suzuki

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And thennnnnn....


Foreplay rocks, intercourse is awesome, orgasm is fucking outstanding.   But an often neglected part of sex is one of my personal favorites.  Afterglow is like dessert after a five-course gourmet dinner.   Somehow even when you think you are satiated, it's the perfect finish to a lovely evening and a little goes a long way.

Foreplay reveals your partner's heart and character in very simple ways.   Anyone can act affectionately when it serves their purposes - in the quest for sexual conquest many sweet lies are murmured and many tender touches can be faked.   In the heat of the moment, a lover can be passionately engaged in a moment, without being personally engaged with you.   But once that primal release is achieved, all niceties evaporate.   That woman who gazed into your eyes a moment ago bolts for the door and that man who whispered sugar against your neck can't even remember your name.   This isn't an ugly truth to a Jaded Romantic, it's simply reality.

Rare is the lover who lingers long past climax to drink his fill of your lips. Precious is the woman who breaths in your scent on her skin and glows with the warmth of your aura mingling with hers, as your pulses slow and synchronize.   When you find that you are as attracted to your lover after release as before ... when you know that all it will take is the right look, the subtlest brush of their breath against your skin in the right spot, to re-ignite the passions in you both ... there is a luxuriant joy in feeling their skin against yours and drifting to sleep.   Time melts away when you linger in this luminous space for two - and it's a blessing to find someone who will drift along with you on the currents of possibility.  

Foreplay moans, "I want your body."  Intercourse growls, "Take me."  Orgasm screams, "Oh God, yes!" Afterglow whispers, "I want YOU - please stay!"    Afterglow is the time when we are completely exposed, together in the shadows, and there is no place we'd rather be, nobody we'd rather be with, and no version of us we'd rather be.   



Spinning on that dizzy edge
I kissed her face and kissed her head
And dreamed of all the different ways I had
To make her glow
~Just Like Heaven, The Cure

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

I Still Feel ... the sizzling words of R. Yearby


I still feel my name vibrating from your lips echoing in the fold of my inner right thigh My fingers still chart the course your tongue traveled fingernails and fingertips remembering your landmarks of upraised tongue flicks I remember your mouth how your tongue buried brimstone in white papaya... How you sucked the ache to the surface until i bubbled over at the power of your grasp how you held my legs wide as the line of the shore kissing the waters until the waves became more you left me desolate knowing that no other will find the Rosetta Stone to unlock ....me and in this....I smile~~ R.Yearby

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Saturday, December 6, 2014

Memoirs of a Jaded Romantic: Kiss Me as if it Were the Last Time

“He wanted to draw out the moment before the moment- because as good as kissing feels, nothing feels as good as the anticipation of it.”  ~ John Green

However jaded this romantic gets, there is no denying the absolute power of a kiss.   It’s moving and sensational in a way that very few intimate acts can be.   It’s a benchmark for prospective lovers, and a litmus test for emotional connection.   There’s a reason that most prostitutes won’t kiss Johns … it’s much too intimate!

So shout-outs to the men and women who have elevated the kiss to an art form … from the tease to the tongue, from that look to that lick.  Not everyone has it in them … some people are too selfish or too unskilled to pull off a masterpiece kiss.   To deliver a classic, a lover must be willing to open themselves, read their partner, and yield completely to the moment. 

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The greatest kisses cannot be rushed - they must be allowed to develop slowly, organically building as the magnetic pull between your mouths dances and arcs between you.   World class kissers make you feel that they’ve been dying in the desert and you are water.  Your lips trade electricity, amplifying all that is best in the two of you.   When you open your eyes with a dizzy flutter after a kiss like that, the world is a better place and your partner is somehow MORE than they were before. 

An amazing kiss can turn a toy into an obsession, a romp into a romance, and a flirtation into a fantasy.   It can turn decent sex into a decadent symphony of sensuality, and incredible sex into a religious experience.   More than any other single act, how a person kisses you defines the limits of who they can be to you.  There is no substitute - your lips on mine will rock my world or ruin my romance before it even begins!

“Kissing her
is warm wet
dangerous magic. 
Her mouth 
conjures 
a storm 
inside me.”  ~Kirk Diedrich

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

I'll slide my tongue over your skin, oh, Love ...
you're the sweetest taste of sin! ~ Unknown

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His tongue
Sandpaper silk 
Laps milky skin

His lips
Pillowed pliers
Pull rosy nipples

His mouth
Tasty teaser
Lures lovely lust