Emerald Coast P.3

Wanting to do too many different things…

Time wasted deciding…

No girlfriend…

I don’t play that game! …

I do what I want…

No discussions…

Although, I do flex sometimes…

That’s what friends do…

But…

You never know what the weather is going to be like here…

Florida can have some serious rainfall…

But I guess that’s why it’s so tropical and green…

Can’t have one without the other…

I’m glad I came…

Been years since I took a real vacation…

We chose Panama City, Florida…

The panhandle…

Day 2 for us…

Staying at the Long Beach Resort…

Right there close to the beach…

String of 5 buildings…

Like high risers…

Several pools, snaking curves…

Surrounded by palm trees of course…

So far, we’ve just been soaking up the rays…

Tonight we will party hard…

The groups decided to go dancing…

At Club La Vela…

The largest nightclub in the U.S…

And, we’re all psyched! …

Since we’ve had a day and half to relax…

Rest time is over…

Now it’s playtime! …

I'm barely paying attention to the crowds on the beach...

Until a radio blasting catches my attention...

Old jam playing...

Set it off...

Cool song...

I look up...

Group of girls laughing...

Flirting...

Surrounding 2 guys...

They have the radio...

They're cute...

The guys look ecstatic to be there...

Probably in heaven...

Only it's called...

Half naked women on the beach...

A lot of touching and feeling going on...

Ass grabbing...

Breasts bouncing...

Hips swaying...

Definitely some hook ups are coming out of that interaction...

I laugh to myself...

Men! ...

Women! ...

Such games we play in the pursuit of getting laid...

All I know, is tonight I better meet a guy who floats my boat...

He needs to rock my world...

I need some loving...

A much needed release! ...

So we mark a spot on the beach...

Emerald Coast P.2

Still secluded...

But, not for much longer...

My glorious moments of solitude...

Will be gone, for the rest of the day...

My heart pulsing...

Beating...

Like it's going to burst from my chest...

The burn...

From the sun...

The breeze...

From the wind...

Keeps me just at the right temperature...

So I don't overheat...

And ...

This feeling...

Makes me feel so high...

So alive...

Nothing compares to the rush of adrenaline...

Nothing...

Well...

Something...

Naughty mind...

Driven...

To that destination...

Every single time!...

I mean...

Come on Caramel...

When does it end? ...

Does it ever end? ...

Probably not....

Wait...

Scratch that...

When I'm dead...

Morbid, morbid girl...

Focus...

Going for a record...

The farthest...

The longest...

To reach that peak...

That is yours alone...

No one can do this for you...

No one, but yourself! ...

Damn! …

I forgot how hot and humid it could be here…

Perfectly gorgeous sunny day…

Thank god for hats and shades…

My wide brimmed raffia hat gives me lots of protection…

This beach is beautiful…

White sand…

So fine, it doesn’t bother me…

I adore the beach…

Walking along the edge of the water is nice…

Water is warm…

Unlike up north…

The ocean breeze makes it bearable…

Hanging here for the day with my girls…

Decided to take a 7-day trip…

Catch is, I don’t usually go with so many girls…

Count us...

 Ten of us came...

Sometimes, large groups take away the joy of what’s supposed to be a relaxing trip…

Too many chiefs…

Emerald Coast P.1

Strunz and Farah...

Heat of the sun...

Tropical...

Rhythmic...

Soothing...

Sweat drips down the back of my neck...

The side of my neck...

Flowing along my chest...

Along the curve of my breasts...

In between the sweet spot...

Of the two...

Dripping off my forehead...

Hair blowing in the breeze...

Rays of the sun beating down on my skin...

Breasts bobbing...

Deep breathing...

My heart is racing...

Fast...

It's at the peak...

Muscles are tight...

Burning...

Water skimming my feet...

Bare...

Solitude...

This is the time of the day to do it...

Nobody is around...

Invigorating...

It feels good...

Really good...

All the energy I put into it...

I get back, and than some...

I challenge myself...

I push harder and harder...

And faster, and faster...

To see how far I can take it...

How far I can go...

My skin is drenched...

I feel sticky and wet...

All over...

The sun touching almost every part of my body...

I feel awake...

 I feel alive...

I control my breathing...

Salt fills my nostrils...

Breath in through my nose...

Breath out through my nose...

I want to control my heart rate...

I want to control my endurance...

Make it last...

And, the music...

Rhythmically flows, with the movement of my body...

I'm going to take it a little bit further...

Just a little bit further...

Yeah! ...

Keep going...

Keep going Caramel...

You can do this! ...

And, I take it about another ten minutes...

Energy pulsating...

Still alone...

Mnemosyne's Transient Madness

Within me, dwells forgiveness

along side an endless devotion, the best half,

I thought was a part of me.

He lingers, caused discomfort

questioning happiness,  hovering cloud of new hues

harping at me, coerced answers painted by numbers.

Broken by betrayal, awoken at wake,

his beautiful beloved, flowing black cascades

gracing this earth on broken wings, her mortal angel.

Our years, layered endless kisses of hello and goodbye, lacking passion filled locked lips

trailing side by side footsteps, blanketed nightly cold foot caresses,

frost bitten indifference crushing fugacious blossoms of lust.

Wide eyed, crying, thrashing claws tearing my soul

excruciating, numbing, ears ringing

sounding alarm for the death of discontent.

Chaotic chambers, deeply running crimson

suffering lack of dissipated remorse,

resenting disconnection of our connection.

His energy, brush swirling bits of precious color,

carbon- set oil paint, canvas of my being, existent,

darkest soul, my bountiful beating heart.

My final goodbye, withered feelings blown weightless

opposite direction of my flowing heart, chosen path

believing, the best half of me, saw a dire death, do us part.

Gripped hands, chasing momentum

faded strokes of endless adoration, wanton cheeks germinating seeds of fervor,

visiting his tomb of bouquets, draped in memories of us.

Morbid reality, sharply striking,

piercing truth- forsaken and forlorn,

my eyes stinging salty recognition, moment of deja vu.

Vivid gazes, wandering stranger

soul searching pure relevance, but none found

no denial witnessing death, only a stranger, then I knew for sure.

The Almond

The Almond.

The author shares the account of a Arab girl's youth and womanhood (Badra) living in the Muslim state of Imchouk, where sexual repression existed in her life. Married at the young age of sixteen to a forty year old man, the expectation was to bear sons. She endures much humiliation and suffering throughout this loveless marriage. Eventually she boldly flees to the city of Tangiers to reside with her aunt.
A city completely contrasting to the world as she knows it. She meets and falls in love with a doctor (Driss), who has an extensive sexual appetite. He opens her world to desires and appetites she didn't know existed. It evolves into a ten year relationship, evolving into the painful reality of a love that exists between them but he cannot acknowledge as he continues sexual escapades with many others. She summons up the courage to break away from him. Over ten years pass where she loses herself in her sexuality with numerous men attempting to fill the voids of her lost love and broken heart. Eventually they come into contact once again when he shares the news of his cancer. She takes him back until his passing.
The story is told fluctuating between her youth and current life. The sex is explicitly described in a manner that is clever, unique and surprising.  It has a strong feminine sultry viewpoint. Customs are described and explained, both educational as well as shocking.  It was a refreshing distinct read, which I recommend.

Quite edible and cultivating!!!

-Liz

Sweet Caress of the Moon P.3

Affecting my moods…

Mindless yet almost clear of thought…

I flick her and rub her with a gentle firmness that makes me arch my back and intensify my efforts…

I am alone, yet I do not feel lonely…

I am without love, yet I feel loved…

I have desires…

I feel her taking control and the pleasure seeps in slowly but surely…

Like clockwork, I know the sequence of my sensations as they happen…

Deep desires I want to fulfill…

Need to fulfill…

Can you help me?

Relentless to release, I keep going until I feel that first peak…

I forcefully caress her with passion…

Oh yeah, there she goes…

I moan gently and squirm, putting my knees up and together firmly…

As I fulfill my orgasm…

Will you help me?

I beg you to unleash the beast in me…

And she runs her course…

To the highest peak…

Then…

Comes down…

For…

The sake of thee…

For…

I cannot change who I am…

I can only be…

Who I was meant to be…

For the sake of me…