Human sexuality is an amazing thing. The simple act of softly touching someones lips with a tounge or the brush of fingertip across an exposed breast. Many times we take these beautiful things for granted. I am very proud to say that i have not but that doesn't change the fact that the slow soft touch has it's place in a world where sexuality seems so consist of slaming against a wall... not that i don't like getting crazy, but there has to be something said for the soft bite of a lower lip. The slow runnings of a tounge down the curves of a womans body to explore each inch with only one sence the sence of taste. Too many times men and women are so self absorbed that they completely forget it is the journey as well as the goal you will find ecstasy in. I can only attribute this rush to the finish to neither side of the bed actually having a truly mind altering earth shattering breath taking sexual experience, this is a sad thing to come to the realization of... I mean don't get me wrong I've had some so called bad lays in my life and probably been a few for some people but I listened when women talked and realized that it takes more than a big dick to give pleasure to anybody.
Now for me I love to use my whole body cause there is nothing like the feel of skin pressed against skin, running hands up a body til you lock fingers above the head and give the deepest kiss ever. From there everything just always melts together and imagineation can spell out the rest. But I believe it all has to start with a soft touch and a kiss, that kiss should sum up all that you are every part of you should breath into your partner that is the moment two people become one sharing one breath... those are the moments that I live for.
So here I am typing about a subject I haven't really touched on in previous blogs so i figured that I would now. Beings that most of my blogs are my thoughts on situations or my emotions during any current thought process and some are just plain musical lyrics... well back to the current subject.
Let me clear myself up here and say that I enjoy the backseat or the kitchen counter as much as anyone how passion errupts into an almost intoxicating rage these are fun and always result in a pain is pleasure kind of moments where both of you are baithed in sweat and staring at one another as to say in a glance if I could move I would rip you apart. There is always a time for this kind of love making, but to stick to only this kind is broken in every sence of the word. You have to feel more, taste more, keep the moment of climax flowing heavier and heavier til when it ends it feels like it is begining again and the dryness in your mouth is only equaled by the wetness within. Yet again moments worth killing for.
I personally like using my hands alot either through massage or through soft touch or as sex goes by the movements of fingers exploring with various speeds and depths. It is a toss up to weather my tounge or my hands hold more bragging rights but they often argue with one another to see who can go longer and who will go first. So I will continue to let them argue I don't care cause to be completely honest i cannot deside which I enjoy more the writing of a body done with touch or the taste on my tounge both are amazing and as stated at the begining the human sexuality is amazing but the sounds and tastes and smells expressed during a moment of pure ecstasy is absolutly addictive intoxicating and a higher proof than even the strongest liquor.
Some of you will no doubt read this and dismiss it all to bragging but a few of you have felt you breath quicken and pulse raise for you know what I am talking about.The moments spoken of in this are real moments truth in a time of dishonesty and few things are as pure as the escaping moans that almost take a form in the air above. Wheather you are alone when this is expressed or with another keep in mind how true of a moment you are experiencing and hold tight to the knowledge that you share yourself with the cosmos in that moment...
cause afterall don't you believe you can fly afterwards?
Much Love,
Bryan
