Passion - Blog Posts
You look beautiful off of them too.
After immense pleasure, she is left wanting more, and more she will get.
Restrained, with desire, not just for me, for us.
I’ll play, I’ll tease, I’ll claim what’s mine.
Yes, your pie was amazing. No you aren’t being punished, I am claiming what’s mine, because you are a keeper and nobody else can have you.
A present for me? You shouldn’t have…ok yes you absolutely should.
Punishment? No. Enjoy watching you all sexy and obedient? Without a doubt.
Dress up for me baby girl, especially on nights where we don’t go out.
Someone measured up to my expectations nicely.
She knows what is coming, because she put herself there.
She submits willingly, I enjoy immensely.
Losing oneself
Men are sweet, men are funny and men are really cute.
I love to see how the men, irrespective of their ownership status with respect to me, i.e. be it any of the several capacities in which I (as a woman) am related to the men in my life, transform into the various degrees of being cute with passage of time.
At the onset of sex it would be more look and feel and touch and grope and tease and torture and smiles and giggles. As time passes and he ensures that he has established complete ownership over me, he starts settling down and the usage of his hands and mouth are relatively lesser and his waist and hips take over gradually to initiate the primal pleasurable motion.
Once he starts getting into the groove eventually he stops using all his facilities except for his hips that pistons his swollen erection in and out of my vagina. He goes into a state of trance and all the other parts of me that attracted him till literally a few moments earlier, now takes a back seat. His body remains laid on top of mine, my breasts crushed under his huge chest, sometimes his face remains lifted and his eyes fixated with mine though they are more in a trance-like state being immersed in the pleasure of sex, or their face is placed next to mine on the pillow. His entire body remains motionless except his hips that keeps intensifying the thrusting motion, sending me shudders of intense pleasure while I try to grab and hold him as tightly as I can, often scratching his back unknowingly in the process till I die a mini death in my own orgasm or he spills his precious seeds all inside me marking the end of that session of our copulation.
Having transferred his seeds to me, he, all of a sudden would regain his control over all the other facilities that he had lost, i.e. his hands that would cuddle me again and feel my breasts, his smile, his mouth as he would kiss me again, before slumping down in exhaustion to recover while rejoicing in the aftermath of pleasure (…till he started the whole process again).
Men are sweet, men are funny and men are really cute.
The thoughts that explode like thunder and crackle down paths of thoroughness as meticulous and effortless and natural as lightning’s dance…
Our heat generates wind in this cold world, thus storms follow… however they are often misunderstood… for what is of nature is of nurture… and our innate nature is to nurture.
And we do… boldly, bravely, beautifully, bountifully…
Brutally…
Not in violence but sacrifice.
Cost is simply a question of what one is willing to give and …
I Give All To and For My Muse;
Thus we breeze and bellow and blow houses down, we mist and sprinkle and rain and pour and flash flood, we warm and bathe and tan and bake and scorch and smolder…
We still and babble and flow and splash and whirl and current and rapid and waterfall…
We speak without words and converse without hearing… we’ve evolved communication to a beyond, and then back to simplicity.
Seeing you was a novel with no title or chapters or page numbers or order - just worlds of words already known, and attachments of “if spoken or not”; welcoming me to unravel - now - what i’ve already know and grown to love…
Hearing you is the life of the imaginative mind, well prompted and eager to delve, connect, betroth, and ascend, … explorative and fanciful, detailed and connotative, genuine and beholding… our amplify, our soundtrack, our praise, our outcry, expression, our honesty, our pleasure…
Inhaling the nostalgia of times felt, but not readily known, the total body calming recognition of your essential bodily oils scent… the riveting, compelling, memorable, convincing, time bending accelerant that is “smells of you”… its welcoming, identity, intoxicating influence on all my other senses, its air - its 2nd to oxygen… its mix-ability, how it blends, transforms, transfixes with mine… how it evolves, elicits, enthralls and enchants as “ode de OURS”…
And Our Touch, our… feel, our gateway, our ascension, our vehicle, transponder, in-tune-ment, enhancement, limiter that we’ve made limitless - taking the most finite, transfixed, selfish of senses… and making it a vessel to the lost infinite, complimentary thus encompassing, selfless of the senses… our literal connection that bridges my energy to yours… and then we… hmmm… light up the sky and more…
Yet and still… tasting you is foreign and distant, reminiscent from your scent and vouched for by your touch and encouraged by the sight of you.. and although hearing falls deaf with pre-influence, it resounds and reverberates to be used as the result of… of my insatiability with tasting all of you…
Betwixt each kiss and lingering with each lick, enough within each suck and… Mmmmmm… sorry. Confidence within my Assurance is now lesser than the Eagerness propelling my Performance… my lightning dance, my natural nurture of you and us, my sacrifice, my smolder, my splash, my spoken or not, my outcry, my mix-ability, my energy to yours… the my in “Us”, the my in “Ours”, the my in “for you”…
And “We” still seem to exceed these enhanced basics, these connected selfishnesses, these overwhelming urges to reconnect and exist as we are… together & beyond
As…
We…
Are!
- Pati3ntWo1f (011122)
Lead you... to Us.
- - - - - - > us < - - - - - -
You cross my mind everyday
I want what comes next
An awakening release
I want that too
Two givers: Giving intent-fully, purposefully.
Two givers: Reciprocating, Appreciating.
Two givers: Learning to be selfish with one another, selflessly spoiling the other...
(with attention, detail, effort, ease, complimentary being - being me bringing myself to the complimentary degree necessary to balance with thee and always bring us the complete 360)
... After you.
So ready
And waiting, patiently
And wishing, anxiously
I need my turn to hear it...
To earn the emphatics of how i’ve compelled you to say it - To hear you make it yours...
(Then exceed those limits together as you give me a name of your own... And known words lose their worth, when compared to the value of how we are sharing our minds, bodies, energy, ourselves... We create a new language unique to us, written in passion, uttered in pleasure, understood spiritually, experienced entirely)
... Soft voices because we are always so close,
Countless smiles because your presence brings me joy,
An endless hug... always enwrapped in eachother... be it fingers, lips, arms, legs, bodies, minds or souls.
Any combos they can produce, We will surely create more.
Lemme please you beyond request?
I’ll lead you there...
... to Us.
(And the place where we defy time and space and self... Where our love making is an evokation of greater truths within ourselves... As my intent drips from my lips and is whispered into your flesh... as our rythm and intensity satisfy and soothe you into being in two places at once - As one flesh with me, And of the guided meditation I'm speaking into your skin... somewhere between your collarbone and where your jawline meets the lobe of your ear).
-Pati3ntWo1f (07262020)
I forgot to post this one.
Posted by Mrs Wife.
Monday work vibes
Mts Wife - Jen - Me
My mouth is watering wanting to give you the pleasure you deserve but you are staying miles away from me 🥹
