My writing is tagged “words in the wind” and can usually be found with the search function or clicking on the hashtag.
Born in 1971, I am a married woman of faith with a submissive soul and a little girl’s hopeful heart.
This blog is many things to me, but it is primarily a dichotomous fusion of darkness and light. One of the most personal and private things I’ve ever done, while also being brave and unashamed to be seen.
It is my personal reconciliation
of a lost, wounded little girl that yearns to dance free, be vulnerable, treasured, and delighted in, and a courageously strong, capable, lust-filled woman that craves primal passion and to be owned.
I have bisexual inclinations that I would consider pursuing with the right person.
Even I sometimes question the things that arouse me, but I think that’s one of the great things about dreams, they belong to you, and no one else gets to tell you they are right, wrong, or otherwise.
“Books are frozen voices, in the same way that musical scores are frozen music. The score is a way of transmitting the music to someone who can play it, releasing it into the air where it can once more be heard. And the black alphabet marks on the page represent words that were once spoken, if only in the writer’s head. They lie there inert until a reader comes along and transforms the letters into living sounds. The reader is the musician of the book: each reader may read the same text, just as each violinist plays the same piece, but each interpretation is different.”
I like to be penetrated long before any physical contact takes place. In fact, I need to be. Witty banter, teasing, verbal double entendres—all foreplay for me. The art of great foreplay is a hint of what’s to come, without spilling everything. It’s the desire mixed with the uncertainty of whether it will really happen or how. Who will bring the other person to wetness or hardness first? Who will be so overcome with desire that they tackle the other person when they get in the door? In Tantra, we talk a lot about expanding the moment of orgasm. Instead of orgasm being a few moments of intense, pelvic contractions, we aim for orgasms that lasts for hours. The feelings of bliss, the pulsing and throbbing, the hunger you feel, can go on for hours and days. In fact, it never really has to stop. Think of foreplay, between-play and simmer in the same way: they ought to go on for a long, long time. They never really have to stop, either. You want to keep the sexual energy flowing between you all of the time. That doesn’t mean you have to have sex every time you rev your engines. The whole point is to rev your engines and keep them hot. Or at least warm. You ought to have some kind of flirty, sexy touch and innuendo going on every day. The sex before the sex.~
