And It Returns…

Like a persistent fool, it returns.  For what?  Does it think for a moment you will relent?  Again and again it comes back to haunt and to poke and to prod.  As if you would consent…  Because what if you did?  What then?  How would your acquiescence adorn you?  From here, it looks as if you will not wear it well.  An ugliness is all you can see.  Like a vice, it seems to seek only to entrap you in a bitter struggle to the death.  
We all ache. Maybe yours has been ignored for far too long that it is minding itself in the quiet recesses of your heart.  That place of darkness that houses the broken promises, deep intimate desires, hopes lost, times wasted, and the ache that used to remind you that you live.  That ache, we all have, though bound and gagged it may be.  The ache that used to be more real than your heartbeat.  The ache that your delusional self thought possible.  You have learned now, though.  You have trained its de-evolution quite well and have attained its submission.  It is now a dulled and forgotten wish amongst the others.  It knows its place well now and rarely attempts to surface. 

Ah, but how are you now?  Settled?  At peace?  Content to go on each day as if it were an adventure?  Relegated to your own cute and dainty spot on society’s moral pew?  Wonderfully sedated by the blue pill?  

Oppressed and suppressed by your own fear, you shirk under this pressure to stay in world filled with complacency and resignation.  Destroyed slowly by the steady series of breakings, your trust has now become full blown distrust. And this determined distrust is your aide and best friend in a cold world of monotony and delusion.  That ache is a heavy burden to bear and you cannot bear it anymore.  It refused to back down and you had to decide.  So decide, you did.  And now you worry not for things that could be, but exist only on that which you have convinced yourself will only ever be.  

But what if you could grant this ache its demand?  What if you could find what it is that would fill you with a pleasure that satiated said ache?  Is life worth living if it consists solely on survival?  On pacification?  On conformance and a sad hiding from truth?  

What is your ache?  What is it that you have settled for that disallows the chase of your heart into adventure?  What holds the key to these dark places that we hold so dear, yet so far from anything we allow others to see?  What is that which you have denied yourself for too long? Is it a business venture?  An art form?  A sexual side?  Whatever it may be, it is you.  The part of you that all should celebrate, yet too few actually care.  

If you have quieted your ache, let it speak.  If you have ignored it, stop and listen again.  Don’t you know that I have, too?  We all have.  Some rise above their fears and attain a place of true living.  Some refuse to allow their resignation to a life of anything less than grandiose fulfillment. Some have the strength to break in order to eventually heal and rebuild.  Let’s take their lead and follow the ache to new places we know we were meant to be.  Because the only other option is a bitter regret for what could have been and never was. 

Whatever your ache is…

It is there to show you your purpose, your real life, your heart.  Refuse the fear of failure and step out.  Don’t allow what others have done to you to silence your ache.  Don’t hide it away to only discover it again when it is too late.  Don’t settle for a life that serves merely to remind you daily what you are missing.  Stop your futile attempts at trying to live while you deny the only reason TO live.  For without passion for one’s heart cry, we all cease to be human and to know true humanity’s reason to live.  

Find your ache again. 

And this time, pursue its fulfillment until you reach that which will allow you to breathe again.  And in this ache, in this ache alone, will you truly find what it is to live.  

Sincerely,

She💋

Sexual Ecstasy~Taste

It was so delicious. I needed to delay the absence of it in my mouth.  To roll it around on the tongue.  To edge on the tasting and swallowing.  To savor and stew in the flavors of it.  A taste so divine, so perfectly harmonious in ingredients, it seemed otherworldly.  
The sense of taste is a powerfully erotic addition to your sexual fulfillment. An unforgettable evening of culinary excellence can set the perfect tone for a long night of great sex.  However, as we all know, there are so many tastes to experience that create a sexual craving.  We can talk of aphrodisiacs.  Certain foods will most definitely move you from a need to an all out ache.  Or we can talk of the taste of a kiss.  The way they taste as you lick and bite and tease.  Do you crave the taste of their skin?  The differences in the tastes of her neck, her lips, her thighs…do you know these differences??  Do you revel in each of them?  

And what about that one taste on every man’s mind?  Everyone has their own distinct taste.  I know I have been said to taste very good.  But I haven’t ever heard a man say a woman tasted disgusting.  That’s right. I refer to her pussy.  Do you love how she tastes?  Does it please you to let her ooze into your mouth and give you of herself?  Better yet, the knowing that you have made her do it.  That you caused this sensation and explosion of taste in your mouth?  And when after you taste her, do you crave her as soon as she has left your mouth?  You think of her and the taste comes back as if on cue of a ready longing and anticipation.  Ah, yes…the power of taste. 

What of the women?  Ladies, which part of him do you crave?  He tastes of man. Rustic, dangerous, primal, earthy, beastly tastes that urge you on to keep tasting, keep exploring every last inch of him. A maelstrom of flavors to guide your tongue all the way from his mouth, down his neck. The descent from his chest to what he has for you. The differences in the taste of his balls and when his wet cock is in your mouth. And his cum…to play with it in your mouth, lick it off your hands, edging that line of tasting and swallowing before you finally allow it to run down your throat while he pleasantly watches.  (And guys, if she doesn’t do this…could be the bitterness of it due to your diet.  Read my post on this and then go get some pineapple.)   https://foudamourblog.wordpress.com/2016/06/27/you-want-me-to-eat-your-cum-then-eat-a-fucking-pineapple/  

Sensual deprivation is the depriving of one sense in order to enhance another.  Remember the scene from the movie 9 1/2 weeks?  The blindfold only served to heighten her other senses, especially the sense he had decided to focus on. That being taste.  If you notice, the crack of the egg was weirdly louder than it should have been.  And her taste buds were ultra sensitive.  Even her mind was deeply anticipating his every move and she leaned in to hear every little sound.  This is a beautiful way to explore the sense of taste in the bedroom….or kitchen…😉

As you drink your wine, ladies, pour it on your breasts and let it trickle down your stomach, then down between your legs.  He will love the taste of you mingled with the red wine. Spray whipped cream on every area you want him to savor and then wait, lying on the bed before he gets home.  
Guys, pour honey in her mouth and watch it dribble down her chin. Cover her in chocolate and feast. She is your appetizer, your entrée, and your dessert.  Hell, take your time and have 2 desserts.  

Explore and savor in the various flavors of one another.  Be aware of how you can incorporate this sense into your foreplay and into the bedroom. Take her into a world she knows not.  Taste each other and delight in the moment. 

Taste is a powerful force that leaves you craving for more.  

Sincerely, 

She💋

One Night Stand

Throw your clothes on, then grab your coat and out the door.  No breakfast made, no lying naked together, no morning kisses.  It was great sex, yet you almost immediately realize the fleeting satisfaction it brought. When was it?  Last night?  This morning?  Now, as you are rushing out the door?  When did it dawn on you that you needed more?  Like a drug, an addiction, the crave re-emerged almost immediately after. Shouldn’t this high last longer?  Why do you feel so empty so soon?
It is there.  That need for connection.  It is in all of us.  You may chase tail, but in reality you are subconsciously looking for a soul.  That which satisfies a longing for more than a one night stand.  You need more.  Those nights may fulfill for a moment or two. They may release the pent up sexual frustration.  But they will never fully satiate your craving.  You are human and need real touch. Not a superficial, skin on skin, cold and unattached episode that never gets deeper than a few moans.  It never permeates your being, making you forget who and where you are.  A one night stand doesn’t last past the few minutes it takes to remember.  It doesn’t repeat itself in feelings and emotions that mimic the night as if you were there again.  You might remember it…but as a distant memory, not a defining and lost in time, reverberating part of your life.

Sure, she may go deep on you and even gag…but a woman who actually feels you…who sees you…will do anything and everything to show you her heart and please you during sex.  Now doesn’t that sound better?  A woman who has had her soul touched will do anything for you.  I am talking real passion, true moaning, gag welcoming, mascara running, swallowing all, type of pleasing you.   

Male or female, we are all searching for this.  We are in desperate need of this connection.  And sex is the microcosm of this connection.  Sex is not the end of the search, but the by-product of a togetherness that is an inherent pull we all either hide or embrace.  We are made to need this contact.  A deeper touch that goes beyond just fucking.  

Maybe you were hurt and now merely survive by cumming in the presence of a stranger.  You now hide and repress the need for more.  Or maybe you do embrace it and search without ever finding.  So now you resort to the absence of it and settle for less.  

Stop running from it.  Stop settling.  You need this.  You will never be fulfilled by anything less.  Your heart cries for more and you know it.  
The sex will be the fruit of this connection.  It will show itself in passionate display of more than a quick fuck. More than body on body.  More than sweat and orgasms. Sex should begin way before you even physically touch.  It should begin in a connection and the intimacy will naturally flow and play itself out in a mind-blowing culmination of all that had led up to that moment.  There will be a definite difference in losing yourself in that person and in that powerful moment versus a temporary fix.  An orgasm can be completely unfulfilling if with the wrong person. It will last but a moment and leave you wanting. 

So either continue to lie to yourself and look for temporary fixes or admit your need and find your more. But don’t just search for sex per se.  Sex by itself will not satisfy you.  It may satisfy your body, but alone, it will never touch your soul.  

Sincerely, 

She💋

She Doesn’t Know She’s Beautiful

Sure, she may exude confidence.  She may strut and sway.  She may even laugh off other’s criticism as if it never hurts her…simply water off a duck’s back.  

But she doesn’t know. 

Her smile is sweet and alluring.  Her laugh is quicksand to your heart.  Her eyes may tell the true story, yet you barely get close enough to see.  At times she knows she needs it.  But pushing herself to be above this, she refuses to give it credence. Shoulders back and head up, her strength to go on in spite of, is a testament to her sex.  Yet ache it must and ache it does.

Because she doesn’t know. 

She keeps you busy with her actions, kindness exuding from her very being.  This way you will never know and never see.  Yet, at the same time, in that light she shines for others is a darkness in her, contained.  A suffocating silence if you don’t tell her.  A great ache if she isn’t shown.  She goes on in silent fortitude with all others never knowing, all others none the wiser.

All because she doesn’t know.

You have to tell her of what she has longed to know.  You have to show her of what she has never seen.  Don’t stop with once, or twice, or even thrice.  You must convince her to the moon and back….because she needs to know…

She is Beautiful. 💕

Beautiful beyond description.  Beautiful to her core.  Beautiful in chaos and imperfection.  Beautiful as she is right now.  

Sincerely, 

She💋

Daddy Issues

We all have them to some degree, don’t we?  Women, I mean.  I won’t speak for men, though I’m sure some of them do as well.  Whether your father was a good man or bad, present or long gone, sober or drunk, it doesn’t matter.  Because if he was a bad man, you’ll always search for a real daddy.  And if he was a good man, you’ll always search in the dim hopes of a man matching his calibur.

My father was a man I looked up to and attempted to follow perfectly until I realized I couldn’t be perfect.  I tried and tried and then one day I fell and I failed him.  He was devastated.  See, I was his perfect little girl.  The girl he knew would do exactly as he wished and never question.  I did so well repressing all my questions and desires.  I became a professional at cloaking my own self with his words of my identity.  I buried my heart in his.  For to ask who or what I was, meant to inquire of him, not me.  I was never me.  I was to be who he said I was to be.  And the instant I failed, he was gone.  Gone, not only physically, but also emotionally.  He gave up on me and I was no longer an interest. I wasn’t worth sticking around for, let alone being worth any time of his at all. 

I realize, in hindsight, that he wasn’t exactly the best father.  He had a very religious, domineering, and tyrannical sort of parenting.  It was a difficult situation to grow up in, but I did my best to please him.  I did very well for many years, but it was never good enough. He always found fault and mistakes.  I know he loves me, though, in his own way.  I needed more but it wasn’t something he knew how to give.  Today, he is still almost completely absent from my life and I find myself with questions.

 What do you do when you find yourself in your thirties having daddy issues?  We will forever have them, I suppose.  So, searching we will always be.  Again, some may be looking for the equivalent of their father.  Others may know he is irreplaceable, yet they must choose a man as close to his example and that he will approve of.  Then there are those who search for a daddy proving polar opposite to their previous model.  A real man that protects, provides, guides, and adores.  A man who doesn’t give up or leave.  A man who is wise, strong, and capable.  A man she can depend on; so she can let go and trust.  A Daddy.  He is elusive and this is no small task.  Many prove their unworthiness and so she must continue her quest.  Even though she must do it alone.  She was never meant to bear this weight on her own.  Ideally, hers would be a guided searching with her father behind her.  Yet, this is an imperfect world and so she must be alone until she finds and is found by a true man…one she can turn to and deem worthy of being the daddy to the little girl in her.

I always find myself staring when I see a father and daughter bonding.  Any affection between the two and I am mesmerized.  What an absolutely beautiful connection…and so very foreign to me.  To see how he looks at her with such natural and undying love.  As if she was a precious and breakable treasure, you can see the solemn vow in his eyes to protect her forever.  And in her eyes, such innocence and pure adoration; never having been hurt by him, she’ll always be his and she knows it.   

This is the core of some forms of the Dominant and submissive relationship.  The submissive yearns for the man who she was meant to follow.  She desperately longs for that which had been denied to her as a little girl.  Her natural inclination, her core need to submit and please is able to be fulfilled in this relationship.  Satisfying these long aching cravings, her man, her “Daddy” is now her rock, her stability and strength.  He is to her as air is to breathe.  For without him, she is once again the lost soul looking for its purpose.   Without him, the violent throbbing ache is all too much to bear on her own. Her need to be taken by the hand, to be directed and protected, cherished and nurtured, is all too burdensome on the back of a tender, vulnerable girl.  To the submissive, Daddy represents that which her poor heart was never given and she relishes his love, flourishing under his guidance and protection.  To the submissive, Daddy is her life and she is able to finally let go and trust.  She can, at last, be who she was always meant to be.  This is the beauty of sexual core needs.  To see this being fulfilled in a woman after so many years of wandering lost… so precious and breathtaking, it is to watch.  Passionate, raw devotion in awesome display.  Life fully lived, without apology to those that may not understand her heart; it is bound to him as she kneels in love before him.

To those that had a wonderful fatherly model:  You lead a blessed life.  Not all have been fortunate enough to have a real father; never take this for granted.  And I hope you find someone worthy of walking beside your father as a man to protect and provide.

To those still looking: I encourage these to not quit their search.  Ladies, you may find him or you may look forever and at the end, still find yourself alone.  But you must never give up.  For a girl without a daddy there should never be.  And to find him is worth the pain and heartache along the way.  It is a costly quest, for sure, but one that will prove its time and effort in the full heart, where once there was a lonely echo.

May you that search with vulnerable, aching hearts, protected as best you can by a strength you have slowly and painstakingly constructed, find him someday…that he may quiet the pleading of your little girl heart.

Sincerely,

She💋

Ode To Velvet Hattrick

Yes, ode to these nights.  Nights of blissful ecstasy filling each and every hole.  Dark and dirty, sensual and sexy, wet and wild.  These are the titillating nights of arousal that we, as nymphomaniacs, revel in.  Gone are those pansy evenings that pale in comparison.  Oh, to have experienced the raw and primal need of a fullness unsatisfied outside of the Velvet Hattrick.  Then to have tasted the sweat from its lustful and stormy passion on a dark and stimulating night of this sexual fantasy.  Those of us who have felt this sexual urge to those who have participated, recommend a rendezvous with your lover this evening.  For to please oneself is ultimately found in the pleasure of your lover and is to know true intimacy.  Without satisfying whom you have chosen, you cannot actually have a true relationship.  And their fantasies become your fantasies in a deeply passionate, soul meets soul collision.
It goes without saying that your man will deeply appreciate this from you, as a woman.  For his need to own and his primal urge to receive from you and take will both be satisfied in a night like these.  These are those that he will remember forever.  These nights you can give to him, surrender to him and be filled to the fullest in your own desire to be his completely.  

Velvet Hattrick is about ownership and dominance, surrender and trust.  It is about the desire to leave nothing untouched, nothing wasted, nothing virgin, and nothing left orphaned.  All is taken and all is filled; all is protected and all is held dear.  A yielding to entrust him with every part of you. With this comes a security, a knowledge that no longer is a part missing or unprotected.  Not to be diminished, this is a soulical act and if truly given by a woman, for to take should only be gifted by the giver, then both will be pleasured and both will be filled. 

A night to remember, this is la crème de la crème of erotica.  For a woman, to offer all of yourself to your lover, holding nothing back, nothing is left and nothing is alone. All of who you are and all of what you can give, is laid at his feet in love.  And for a man, to take up all of what is yours, to receive her in a passionate act, to hold dear what she has given and never take for granted that which she has surrendered.

Yes, the alluring and racy Velvet Hattrick, the ultimately sexy, three-course penetration.  An ardent and fiercely erotic night where every hole is breathtakingly filled and intensely devoured.  Orally, vaginally, and anally.  La crème de la crème…c’est magnifique.

Sincerely,

She💋

Nekkid Time

Don’t look at me like that. I know you’re hesitant sometimes (or all the time) to go au naturel, wearing only a smile, but just let me explain a few things and then you can decide if you want more and better sex, a healthy self-image, and a youthful glow OR stay with less sex, sucky sex and the opposite of a youthful glow in the morning (which would be an old pallor look that could rival someone’s dead grandmother, ladies) …ok?  I know what you do; I’m onto you.  You change in the bathroom and come out in some strange night ensemble as if there will be some catastrophic event and you need to be fully dressed.  No.  Stop that.  Your pajamas are ugly.  No man likes a woman in cartoon characters….ever.  So stop it.  He wants to see your body, not the paint-splattered old shirt with the hole in the ass shorts.  

So, what is all the fuss about?  He may want to see you naked more often but you don’t understand why or what he sees.  So, maybe your hangup is a self-conscious issue.  Honey, trust me; he loves your body and every perfect imperfection.  Men are more attracted to confidence, intelligence, and your desire for them than a media-manipulated, current societal body fad, picture perfect physique.  Ladies, he wants to see you.  I know that’s hard to believe because we all have those traits about us we see as flaws.  He doesn’t see them, nor should you. (Unless he’s an asshole, but then you shouldn’t be with him anyway.)  He desires times where you tease him and take it all off.  Please do not mistake your perception of your body as being truth.  Misunderstood and manipulated self-truth is not a base we should be using as a mirror to see ourselves.  Do take care of yourself, but then you have to know you are wanted and craved, coveted and yearned for.  Stop listening to your misgivings and all the negative resources and start listening to him.  Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so you may not see what he sees…but it doesn’t diminish his perception of you.

There are many chances in a day to develop this into a daily habit.  Sleeping naked is the best way to start.  I’ve been sleeping naked for years and I enjoy it tremendously.  Sometimes the sexy silk teddy or a small T-shirt and thong is what I prefer.  However, my nightly usual is just naked.  There’s actually health benefits to sleeping naked.  It’s true!  According to experts on nudey science, there are several reasons to sleep naked.  For one, it allows your vagina to breathe…yes, she needs air, ladies. There are other ways to let her breathe, too…if ya know what I mean.;)
 Also, we need cooler temperatures to sleep well.  Being too warm at night can inhibit the release of the two main anti-aging hormones that aid in the youthful glow look we SHOULD have in the morning!  That’s right, hair and skin all glowy-like and beautiful all because you ditched the PJs.  The salt from sweating causes acne and also damages hair, leading to breakage. Better sleep also aids in weight loss and a better diet.  Oh, and is there really the need to discuss the benefit of more pleasurable and frequent sex??  He will be turned on by your new found confidence and sexy nakedness which definitely will make him feel the need to touch which increases oxytocin, the cuddle hormone.  Well, and we all know where cuddling leads to…;)

But why stop there?  I like to play a risky and teasing game of “how long can I walk around naked before I get shoved up against the wall and taken?” game.  (It’s a win-win, really, because that’s obviously what I wanted in the first place.)   Yes, ladies, even with children this can be done. (Omg, no, not in front of them!  I mean, when they’re out at Grandma’s! Geez, you wanna scar ’em for life?)  

If you feel awkward at first, start by slowly undressing while he’s in the bedroom at night or walking around in a bra and panties or cooking while wearing only a dangerously sexy apron (see: Every Girl Needs An Apron ).   Make a habit of putting on your make-up naked or walking around the room naked or, my favorite, ironing in just panties.  Whatever you choose, start today and begin a habit you and your man will love! I promise, you will start to feel what he sees and speaks about you.  The way he sees you and the words he uses to tell you, will steadily increase in volume and take the place of your negative self-image. You have to trust me.

Go find that birthday suit in the back of the closet and dust that sucker off.  Then put it on, don’t be shy, get out there and strut your stuff!  He’ll love it…;)😘
Just take it off, already!

Sincerely,

She💋

The Ghost Of Him

He stands at the ready.  Strong, immovable force is he.  No task too difficult.  No problem will go unsolved.   No climb too steep; no descent too treacherous. There can be trust had in this man.  She can follow with comfort and ease.  Her apprehension is dissolved slowly, yet it does dissolve.  She is willing to let him in.  She believes she can trust him and in her hesitation before she indeed allows his access to her heart, she tells herself this time, it is real.  She is nervous, yet excited to finally yield to someone stronger.  She tells her heart, he must be…he has to be.  Her body, her mind, her heart say it is, indeed, time.  It is time to let go and give herself over to him completely.  So, she does.

Then he is gone.

No, this isn’t about his cheating.  This isn’t even about his leaving.  Though he may have played these roles; this is about who he is.  He has gone.  Gone from who he said he was and gone from who he promised to be.  His words came and went.  Alas, the promises that were given gave her hope that developed into full confidence, only to now see they were never real to him.  Maybe they were real and he failed himself.  Maybe he tried to not only convince her but even more so, convince himself.  Whatever the reason, promises broken and confidence taken; he is gone.  He still physically inhabits the relationship, but he is a shell, a mere ghost of himself.  He is now unrecognizable to her. 

They live side by side, going through the motions necessary for the relationship.  They are together, yet they are not.  The monotonous daily routine seems to fill the void left by their brokenness.  They display a strong and joyful relationship in the midst of others, but their hearts are not in it.  He, knowing he has failed.  She, broken and bleeding.  They are two separate where once they had been one.  They are tragically stuck in an unmoving whirlwind, unfairly put upon them by society’s unspoken rules.  Awaking every morning, they know what is expected of them and they acquiesce.  For, what would the children do if they knew?  How would the family react if privy to their marital conditions?  Friends would be disappointed and possibly judgmental.  So, knowing this, they endure.  Each trapped in their thoughts; they succeed a little more each day to bury what they so need and crave.  Almost perfectly, they learn to settle for what has become their normal.  At times, at distinct times, they fail and yearnings of the heart surface.  These moments are those that test your resolve for conformity.  These are those clawing, relentless moments that tear you from the inside.  You cannot hide from them.  They will always strive to be heard, because they are you.

 This charade will continue unless acted upon.  Something must give or nothing will change.  Where this road has taken them is not where they had planned to be and the end point of this journey is a sad and bitter closing of what could have been.  What could have been or what will be is up to them.  Whether they have the courage to reject adherence to an oppressive set of moral standards is the key.  Will they persist in their tiresome and unchanging routine?  Or will one of them do what he or she needs to do in order to turn the tide and change the course?

This seemingly immovable force of ethical willpower can indeed be broken.  They must see this fact, or the droning circumstances, all too familiar, will never change.  This awkward, sorrowful life is not worth living.  For who are they, but sad and pitiful memoirs of lives that were once worth fighting for.  Dreams they had that seemed to be at their fingertips, now..seem to have always been either a distraction from reality or simply delusion.  Where do they go from here?  

He, in his lack of confidence and feelings of failure, must break himself out of this fatalistic stupor.  He must do what is vitally necessary to make himself a man of his word.  He cannot be perfect, but he must always know and prove she is worth his every effort to try.  He can be who he wants to be….IF he truly desires it.  He must not give up on her or who they are together.  His all is required of him and even more so.  If he has the courage…

She will need time.  She will need patience.  She is now a hodgepodge of hastily self-built, yet soundly impenetrable series of walls.  Her hurt is deep and her wounds severe.  She has convinced herself to never…trust…again.  Her yearning to let go has been silenced forever by the weight of the pressing distrust and bitterness.  Her desire for more was deafened and deadened by her own hand.  She has made vows to herself…again.  How could she have let down her guard once more?  She asks herself this until the void and darkness of the answer becomes the answer itself.

He has his work cut out for him.  No one said it would be easy.  Yet, is she worth it?  Are they worth it?  Maybe not. Maybe the humdrum of a surburbian picket fence fallacy of a marriage is good enough.  Maybe they’ll settle for this grandiosely virtuous half-life.  Maybe he will allow himself to sink deeper into this dimmed, phantasmal figure that barely outlines who he once was.

He doesn’t have to…he could come back.  He could save them…

Sincerely,

She💋