Sensual Ecstasy~Sight

See, hear, smell, taste, and touch. 

All five senses should be fully engaged during sex and throughout the day.  Some of you may experience one or a few of these, but you must learn to incorporate all five as much as is possible.  Why is this important?  We are sensual creatures.  We have a propensity towards any triggering of any one of the senses. Each of these is a realm of awakening that can be attained if there is an awareness of the need for it, and the information on how to include and implement them.  Your orgasm alone is not enough.  Sex can be so much more fulfilling if you have taken an erotic, sensual journey to get there.  How much more does an orgasm satisfy you internally if there are core needs fulfilled along the way?  Yes, we can reach an orgasm via the vanilla way.  We can hurry and miss the ecstasy that sensual fulfillment can bring.  Or we can slow down and plan the experience ahead of time, ensuring the sensual needs are sated to the utmost degree.  A sensual satiation will deeply suffice.  Whereas merely cumming will leave you dissatisfied almost immediately afterwards.  To this I advise a rediscovery of what it is that makes us sensual creatures at our core.  

We will start with the sense of sight. 

 This is imperative, yet not more so than another.  To engage this sense, we must determine what our partner needs to see.  By ‘needs’, I refer to their core.  What seemingly minute quirks do they enjoy?  For instance, the sight of a formal watch on a man triggers something psychological in me.  This coupled with a suit or shirt and tie will arouse me to my core.  This may seem insignificant, but I assure you, it is not.  There are many tiny details that make us who we are and define our sexual patterns.  These are what you have to determine.  Find these things that make your partner tick.  It will be a variety of sights. 

A man can floor a woman with his boyishly charming smile or the gleam in his eye when he looks at her.  I, also, love the sight of a large chest and arms on a man.  When he wears a manly pair of jeans that hug his ass and you can see the muscles through his shirt.  Not chiseled abs, but a manly, meaty, strong man.  Droplets of sweat dripping down his neck and chest after extensive physical labor…preferably wielding an axe.  (See: The Lumberjack Fantasy).  The sight of men in physical combat is also temptingly sexual for me, probably due to my attraction to alphas.  The exercising of control in the workplace is highly exciting for me and is about seeing dominance.  For each woman, it will be a bit different, as it will be with the men. 

 Some of the things that stir us will be seemingly nonsexual, however they will lead us to a primal desire for intimacy.  When a man has a fatherly nature, plays with his children and is protective. If he fixes the car or carries all the groceries.  These are all going to stir a woman to her core.  

For a man, there are many sight-related arousals to get into.  (I smile when I say that.)  Men, you are very visual, as well.  And I believe that is a good thing.  We, as women, can raise a shoulder, tilt our chin down, look up demurely and bat an eyelash…done.  Then let one strap gently slide off the shoulder.  At that point, you, as men, don’t have a chance in hell.  It is our irresistibly seductive, feminine wiles at work.  And don’t act like you don’t love it.  We can cook naked, leave panties off for the day, spread a little gloss on the lips, read a book wearing just his shirt, etc.  For some men, it will be a woman in a baseball cap, for others it will be when she wears an apron, or thigh highs and heels.  It is seemingly small things we don’t always consider, that make a big difference.  It can be easy to get into a monotonous daily pattern where we tend to forget about the details of real life and its greatest pleasures. 

There are also many things unrelated to his/her person that can be stirring.  For me, even the female body will arouse.  I think women are strong and beautiful, which is titillating.  What about if you’re walking in a beautiful spot with the sun streaming through the trees?  Or a romantic walk along the beach?  It makes me want to explore that moment intimately.  Small town bars and even those sexy restrooms where there is an attendant will arouse me.  (But I have a hankering for sex in public places…)  

Leading up to sex, many things should have already occurred to be the foreplay. During sex, there are several sights to incorporate and enhance the experience.  For instance, I like the ambiance of a room with low lighting and candles, a four poster bed (for the bondage, of course), and a thunderous look in his eye.  There are ways to set up a scene or fantasy that will satisfy each other.  Maybe he likes the naughty school girl look, so you dress the part and buy him a paddle.  Maybe she wants a very sexy fireman to make her squirt from her deep spot.  But both have to give and take.  

The need for us as individuals and couples to introspect and find our predominant sexual cravings is of the greatest importance to keeping a healthy relationship.  They are fundamentally true and will never relent. To repress our own needs will lead to greater issues.  And to ignore your partner’s sensual needs will result in either a parting or a suppression that leads to bitterness.  This is about the discovery and service of each other, resulting in a rhythmic cadence of fulfillment. 

To prey upon the thirsty yearnings of the eye, which stirs your partner at their core, will lead to an intensely erotic, passionately driven, and healthy sex life. 

To see is not even with the eyes, per se.  All of what we see is determined on how we see.  And how we see is what makes us each unique.  ‘Beauty is in the eye of the beholder’ and we each have a beauty all our own.  

Sincerely, 

She💋

Coffee Mask Recipe~Results

Alrighty, so…that was definitely interesting.  First of all, that was pretty messy.  The “small glass of milk” not necessary.  You need more like a couple tablespoons, not a full glass, unless you’re thirsty.  Once you have the right consistency it goes on okay…but that shit is messy!   It drips and my bathroom sink looked like my BUNN went for a walk to the bathroom, for some reason, and  then exploded. I have to admit, I made mine with chocolate milk and it dripped into my mouth…not too shabby…so, I had that goin’ on. 

 Scrubbed it in and could feel the tingly sensation of it working…well I could only hope at that point.  Who knows what the hell the tingling was doing…truth be told, it made me a bit nervous.  Also, I used a good, local coffee; I cannot guarantee anything if you use that cheap dirt in a can…okay?  That’s just nasty.

I had to go and tease the children, obviously…anytime I do a beauty experiment gone wrong…I have to have a little fun with it.  I recommend this as a form of therapy.  Ends up with a lot of screaming and laughing at my face…which is great…😒

Fuck the twenty minutes…it was itchy!  So after about thirteen minutes I rinsed it all off and…actually, it was a good exfoliator.  My skin was soft, shiny, and very energized afterwards.  

Final summation: Messy, weird but cheap, great for last minute exfoliation, and wow…you’ll get some stuff done cause… caffeine boost.

Recommended?  If you need an exfoliator and have nothing else…not even a dead hedgehog…Jk..yes, if you are wanting a cheap, homemade mask…it’s great.

Till next time that I and my face are your fucking guinea pigs…

Sincerely, 

She💋

Coffee Mask Recipe

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So, I have found a very easy, coffee face mask for you and I to try.  It’s supposed to clear skin by exfoliating to leave glowing, smooth skin.  And the caffeine in the grounds have antioxidants which help to slow the aging process.  It only has two ingredients you probably already have in your kitchen.  If you don’t…well you’re just weird.  I know how it is hard to find the time to make a mask, let alone the time to sit and relax while it works; but this is an easy recipe and only needs twenty minutes to work its magic.  I will try it tonight and let you know if my face falls off.  Hey, if nothing else, I got a major caffeine boost via the absorption through skin cells and I’ll be able to do a butt load of laundry…

And remember…make sure you walk outside to get the mail… would it really be a real mask if you don’t completely forget it’s still on your face?  Do it with your daughter or tell your man to do it with you!  (Which is probably what happened to that guy in the picture!) And don’t do anything labor intensive…use this face mask time to reflect and regret…jk!  No, relax and think of nice things….no stress.

Coffee Face Mask Recipe 

(courtesy of Purefect Your Skin)

~3 tablespoons of used finely ground coffee

~A small glass of milk

1) Add the used finely ground coffee into a bowl. Stir in milk until it achieves a think texture. Mix the ingredients till well blended. Try not to make the paste too diluted or it’ll be runny and it’s gonna be messy during application. If mixture becomes too runny, simply add a little more coffee into it.

2) When ready, apply the paste onto your face and neck and smooth it out all over.  Avoid eyes and lips.

3) Slowly massage the mixture into your skin and relax for 20 mins.  Do not massage too hard.

4) While washing off the mask, slowly massage the paste to your skin. It acts further as an exfoliator.

5) Pat dry face and apply moisturizer while skin is still damp to seal in moisture.

Try this coffee face mask recipe; you won’t regret it. 

Well, I actually don’t know yet…you might regret it.  I have to try it first.  Unless you’d like to be the guinea pig, send me a shout out.;).Coffee Mask Recipe~Results 

Sincerely,

She💋

Here’s To Lying In Rainstorms

There is just something about the way life gets away from you that is despairingly tragic.

  There used to be days you’d stay awake too late just to see the full moon or pause to watch and wonder at a starry night sky.  Many times you chose the less beaten path, walking to find a securely hidden spot just to be alone and think.  Moments of inspiration and motivation came and turned into hours spent merely out of spontaneity due to a sight too beautiful to leave.  The crickets and frogs harmonizing, those rivers that beautifully gurgle and weave around carefully placed rocks, and the songs of birds, all beckoning more time from you to listen to their joined musical number.  The way the light glitters on top of freshly fallen, virgin snow on a brisk, cold morning, chimneys releasing their billows of smoke, the boldness of the red of a cardinal in such a gorgeous display of stark contrast to the white snow, these used to make you stop and love that you were still here to live and breathe the beauty that is all around.  The way you can see for miles and miles in the desert and watch the most beautiful show of the setting sun, kaleidoscopic in it’s magical beauty.  Sighing in glorious contentment, you’d sit in front of a fireplace all evening, with an old book and a warm drink, as the rain patters against the windows.

Can you remember how a ray of the setting sun would illuminate the bugs and summer dust and the last vestiges from a recently mowed lawn?  Maybe the scent of the leather from a worn saddle in the horse barn?  I still longingly stop in my tracks when I smell tractor grease in an old dirt floor barn…just to remember my grandfather.  In early dawn, after the gentle falling of a soft, powdery snowfall, each branch has been completely covered and it’s so surreal…like a wonderland.  Or in the climax of Summer, to pause and allow the breeze to blow the perfume of the lilacs so gently to me as I walk past…almost as if they know me and the joy they bring.  The smell of an old book, the taste of a good, strong cup of coffee,  the unforgettable waft of warm, fresh homemade bread…all meant to stir your emotions, your heart to remember and to feel.  Do you remember what it’s like to feel?

 Because what do we have if we don’t have our memories?  Life is made of memories and those sensual experiences are there to bring back a certain memory…good or bad.  Either way, they are your life’s loving mnemonic promptings and such a tragedy when ignored.  They remind you that to be alive is not to be taken for granted…but to be embraced for ALL it has to offer.  Many are no longer here to love, to cry, to breathe, to laugh…to feel.  The beauty of living and the experience of life can and will be passed by today, but hopefully not by us.

Do you still have that remembrance that brings back that scent in your nose of banana bread or chocolate chip cookies baking as you walk in the door?  Anytime I catch the whiff of cut wood I feel the need to get closer…to extract every scent molecule I can and try to take them with me.  We’ve all experienced that unforgettable and unique smell of a contented and satisfied, previously thirsty land after it’s being granted the sustenance of a steady rainfall.  It used to be that when simply the right song drifted to your ear, you seemed to travel back in time to the sole memory it conjured up and relive every emotion.  Where did the love for these experiences escape to?  Why is your desire to learn and love and live so far removed from where you are now?  What happened to experiencing life?

 I’ve sat and watched a bug to see where it would go.  I’ve knelt and encouraged tiny basil plants to grow. I’ve fell in love with the crackling, dancing, and smells of a campfire in the still of the night. I’ve set an old record on to play and realized a lost art…for the enchanting charm of music from a record cannot be matched.  I’ve lost all sense of time and paused to reflect on a beautiful ray of sun descending onto the water and marveled at Monet’s ability to capture it so perfectly.  I’ve had my heart catch in my throat..at the sight of a sunset.  I’ve sat in an old rocking chair, simply delighted to hear the petite chirping of a black-capped chickadee and watched it search winter’s harsh and selfish climate, in such a relentless way, just to find a bit of nourishment. I relish in the beauty of the tiny flowers of the trees that turn to buds, the darling little love songs the birds sing to each other as they search and plot and compete to find a mate, the impatience of the daffodil and tulip bulbs sprouting prematurely; all of these in cyclical unison to the annual melody of Spring.

I’ve been in a hurry to go nowhere fast and remembered what life is ACTUALLY about and paused..and just paused..to listen.  I reminded myself that this has all been here longer than me and my important life, and it will be here after I am long gone.  Oh, to be that again…to be that of a silence..not of resignation..not of failure…but of hope, experience, love, and life.

Remember when the laughter of a child could make your heart almost ache for love of the sound?  When their smile would make you stop and just gaze in enjoyment, relishing the moment, wishing it to never pass?  Sometimes you would do that one specific gesture just to feel the goodness that reminded you of humanity’s love…of your love.  There were times you experienced such joy merely feeling the touch of a lover’s hand.  Their scent being your solace, comfort, ecstasy, and peace and you long to breathe them in forever.  When just a kiss can melt your every inhibition and leave a taste so divine, you could never forget it…

I’m asking you to live again.  I’m pleading with you to experience life again; the real life that can be had if you stop and look.  Feel again, see again, touch again, hear again, taste again, smell again…. 

Breathe again…

Go experience life, please.  Do everything you desire to do.  Stop missing the point of why we have five senses and the sensual adventure we must journey.  Slow down and savor a delicious meal.  Take your lover on a drive and park, just to sit and watch the sun set.  Find a spot of cool grass in the shade of an old tree, and take off your shoes to feel its chill.  Open your eyes, open your ears, and open your heart again to enjoy this earth for the very brief time you have here.

Most of all… don’t forget to lie in a rainstorm.

Sincerely,

She💋

Wine Untasted

What happens when the most exquisite of vintages goes untasted in its glass?  What occurs at the injustice of this fruit of the sweetest of vineyards remaining an unknown?  Where is there not folly in nectar so sweet being hidden, neglected and denied its entire purpose?  

All that is excellent is as difficult as it is rare.   -Benedict Spinoza 

Woman is a beautiful creature.  A description could maybe please the simplest of simpletons, but will never truly bring her due justice.  She moves heaven and earth if she so pleases.  This intoxicating hourglass, a jewel so obviously created by something only akin to otherworldly.  The enticing scent of this figure inhaled, will ensnare and consume.  With the promise of attaining her heart, she has catapulted countries into war and embalmed them in political peace; stayed the hand of violence or continued it’s insanity.  Her companionship has invoked such swelling pride in he who has earned this coveted title of her saviour. What of her words?  Or what of her body?  Her words entice and allure; they deeply move and change the hearts that they entwine. Her body alone captures its prey with the flutter of a lash, the soft curving of her back, or the innocent way the tendrils of hair lie upon her shoulders.  Force of awakening so intense, she provokes. An aura about her that sinks the truest and steadiest of vessels in its mysterious depths.  Power lies at her fingertips, yet man has no idea the raw strength of this power.  The depth of ignorance is heart-rending.  What man has not known nor has endeavored to know will ensure that forever hidden this lovely creature, in the clefts of the rock, will remain.  

This form of ethereal feminine beauty that when awakened becomes your elixir, is not easily attained.  It is, however, in every woman and aches to be hungrily sought after and awakened.  The anguish in hiding has by now subsided to a dull sorrow never evident in her countenance, for she has learned and learned well.  Who will ever hear the cry of her heart?  She can barely hear it now herself.

The sad tale is one of desire, one of passion, one of such beauty, all gone undiscovered.  Much like the highly complex, aromatically intense, elegant, and perfect lingering finish of a rare vintage…just left there…just unnoticed…as if its kind should go simply untasted and be so easily forgotten.  

There is such overwhelming neglect on the part of man to unearth this rarity.  Is it ignorance?  Is it indifference?  Is it a fallacy of inability?  We may have touched on one or all; yet we know he stands unmoving, as if she can enable herself to be drawn from this dark and lonely state.  By now, most of what she is, is not who she was meant to be, nor is it who she desires to be.  No, what she now masks and in its place projects, is in no way what she can be, for herself, for you, and for humanity.  For her volition must needs be awakened, encouraged, and drawn out by another.  

Will those men that boast courage and strength delve to search for this rare and costly vintage?  Will they show resilience on this narrow and difficult path; those that claim a right to walk this same path tread by those that have found her?  Will they insist when she hesitates?   When she questions and withdraws, will they endure?  When she retreats, will they persist in guidance with their gentle but firm hand? 

  We sink into a numbing acceptance by degrees of declension left unchecked.  We fail to notice days gone by, let alone months or years.  How long until we don’t even know what is missing?  How many more days will her true self remain locked in while someone else holds the key?  Her heart is hidden, and it waits…

Believe me, this will be the greatest and most difficult task you will assume.  However, once found, saved, and awakened she will become your addiction.  With pleasure and deep fulfillment, she will yield to your keeping.  With her words, her body, and her heart she will encapture you.  Her intensely passionate sexuality will stun you as she is revealed to be who you always needed and who you dreamed she would be.  She will be your everything and you will know you can not be without her.  You who endeavor to find her will never regret it.  

She is rare, she is costly, and she is worth it.

Sincerely,

She💋

They Like Big Butts And They Cannot Lie

Sweet title, am I right? (By this, you could probably guess my age. But don’t ask because I won’t tell you…and it’s rude anyway. Didn’t your mother ever teach you never to ask a woman her age?)

Who ever said Sir Mix-a-lot couldn’t be an inspiration to women everywhere? I’m serious, girls. There is something deep to extract from this. Yes, something crucially and very definitely retro. No, I’m not speaking of parachute pants and yellow blazers. We’re going to have to go way back, back to the 40’s and 50’s. That was the last we knew of tried and true womanhood defined.

Why do we have to go back, you ask? Well, because of The Miracle Bum pants, or the Invisible Shaping Bum Boosters, or even the Miraclesuit (in which case you lose 10 lbs in 10 whole seconds!). Take your pick. We have to go back because now we have Michele Williams having to wear a Miracle Bum and other padding in order to play Marilyn Monroe in a movie. I mean, if we have to wear Miracle Bums in order to attain a butt that was normal back then, maybe it’s time we stop the skin and bones insanity? I’ve told ya’ll before and I’ll tell you again…men like curves. They like substance, softness, and a little ba-boom. (Ain’t no shame in a little ba-boom!)

I’ve never heard any of the male species say, “Those bones sure are sexy!” or “Look at those bones!”. It doesn’t happen, folks.

So, where is all this tucking and plumping getting us? Well, broke for starters. There is a lot of money in plastic surgery, in weight-loss pills, and in multiple marriages and divorces. When people aren’t happy they spend money. Along the trail of searching for happiness, they spend more money. The result is our being unhappy and unfulfilled within every area of our life…..well, that AND a face that pains us all to watch when you try to emote joy. Hence the reason for the propaganda we get from everywhere telling us what we are supposed to be and showing us what we are to look like. Guiding you on how to attain this media-imposed image is highly profitable.

Mad Men was a huge hit on T.V. because of the throwback to the 1960’s era. I enjoy this show. It’s 1960’s sexy intrigue at it’s best. They had something back then that we don’t have anymore. Women knew who they were. They knew what a woman was. And they knew the real power and strength of a woman is being fully woman. Men knew, too. They knew who they were and they knew it was fully male. Back in the day there was no role reversal. No gray area to sit in until you figured out who you were.

We make it too easy, now. Too easy to live your whole life not even knowing who you are. Too easy to hate who you are and for just x amount of dollars you can change it all. Whatever happened to that kind of woman that knows who she is and is happy in her own (un-botoxed) skin? I’ll tell you. She’s bought the lie that she has to change. So, she’s been poked, prodded, starved and injected so much she looks like the joker from Batman! And if she’s happy-you wouldn’t know it because you can’t tell when she’s smiling!

We’ve got to stop buying the lies. Marilyn Monroe was and still is considered a symbol of beauty. Her size is greatly disputed, but she was no smaller than an 8 and is argued to have been a 12 or 14 at one point. So, why then, may I ask, do we think we have to be a zero in order to be truly beautiful? It’s because of our culture and society now.

Following this crazed society on the so-called road to joy will get you nowhere fast. You will never stop discovering new flaws that must be remedied if you are to lead a satisfactory life. Stop the madness. Have the cajones to be different. There is a finger I like to use sometimes when I am fed up with other people’s agendas being forced upon me. You know; use it.

Don’t buy in…bow out. Become a true retro woman! Embrace who you are as a beautiful and sexy woman. Be fully female and completely unapologetic about it! (Watch out Katy Perry, there’s a new girl in town biiiitch! Too far? Yeah, you’re right. Sorry, I got excited…)

So, get out that LBD (that’s little black dress…if you don’t have one…girl, we’re gonna have to talk…it’s one of those staple items EVERY woman needs in her wardrobe!). Then curl your hair (just a bit, we’re not trying to resemble a poodle here!) and put on a little make-up (not too much Lady Gaga!) make sure your lips shine, spray your perfume in the 4 key areas and go out tonight! Get your curve on and flaunt what your momma gave you cause your man likes it!

Sincerely,
She💋