Warrior Lovers

The best lovers in my life have been warriors.  Watching “The Vikings” on tv and pounding away as the battle scenes erupt and the steamy love scenes unfold, I realized that I love the passion of a warrior.  Sex can be different things to everyone but I love the explosive quality to it and I am so glad I have known the passions.

Last nite in the Viking show the sex scenes were getting to the little Monk who was a slave in the Viking compound.  They wanted him to join in but he could not.  They were romping around in animal arousal and he could not understand the power.  His god would not allow it.  The vikings told him that his god was not watching but the monk could not relax and let go.  I can.

In the last twenty years the warrior men I have know have shown me what uncompromising sexual energy looks like. Confidence in bed and yet a gentle hand for sensual pleasure make two people come alive with pleasure.  Valkyries are the lady vikings and they have just as much power as the men.  I am kind of a warrior woman who knows what I like and isn’t afraid to take it on.  Getting what you want and giving it back is a show of power.  A warrior knows that dance.

There can be no relenting in sex.  The ability to take it as far as possible out into the universe sometimes takes superhuman strength.  A warrior lover brings an understanding of this power to the bed where surrendering is the goal as well as conquering.  I can rarely get my warrior lover to call enough and I have given up.  He takes me with all the strength he has and I give it back.  We entwine as equals on a battlefield of love and when we collapse in each others’ arms we are spent.

The top lovers in my life have been real warriors in real wars.  Securing a bunker in Vietnam, surviving a bombing in Korea, swimming under the sea in the middle east, and bedding women along the way.  Because women and warriors go together in some primal way.  The warriors I have known take me to places where we play with power.  We play.  A warrior needs to be creative and focused so it is natural that they make love powerfully and with abandon.

It may be the last time they will live and that puts a perspective on being together.  Most of the warriors I have known are hard to kill tho.  They are tough as nails and yet fragile inside.  I want to take them all in my arms and protect them from the harshness of the world.  It is that fragile edge that makes all the things we do even more remarkable.  Love in a world that is boiling with hate is that much sweeter.

I’m so glad I didn’t stop at sex with no resolution.  I went beyond the monklike sex that has no satisfying longing to it and no intensity.   This is what I was looking for when I got divorced.  I wanted to know what an orgasm was and how high they could take me.  Going out into space on a warrior’s rocket ship takes courage.

Cracks in Time and Space thru Love Making

Maybe it is because I like a little puff with my sex but the ecstasy is universally cosmic.  I seem to make a connection to something beyond this world as I cum and cum and cum.  A conduit opens up that feeds energy into me, around me and thru my lover.

I saw a white light connecting us with feelings of spirits all around.  Bending time and space we rubbed together until the flames engulfed both of us.  I went beyond myself and this earthly life.   The earth moved.  It just wasn’t gone it was dissolved and became ether.

Smouldering in the coals was the beginning of another lightening storm and then another.  Soft caresses built until I lost myself in your arms.  You came with me and together we went from one level to another and back again.

Sex is very earthy and at the same time out of this world.  The grinding and positioning are mechanical but the energy exchanged is magical.  I can’t seem to get enough of it all.  Just when I think I am satisfied a good lover can take me out even further to a place the vibrates with colors and feelings.  I have heard some people cry during good sex.  I have but mostly when I am on my own.  With a lover I feel safer floating out beyond the limits of our human existence.

Snoring and sleeping, doing laundry and sharing news of the day all fades away with the promise of one more trip out into a land of pure bliss.  The drive to be in that space between worlds is strong.  It is the same urges that bring life into this world so it has to have something to do with life and death and what else goes on in this wild tapestry of sensations called existence.

That space where life begins is in the sexual act and the ecstasy keeps us going back to this fountain again and again.  When I find a lover who can take me there I will forgive almost anything from him and I just fear for his life so he will be around to keep me aroused.

I sometimes make love in Second Life and there is truly an other worldly energy that comes thru with the cartoon action.

Men Who Want to be Women

 

   In some of the online dating I have done there have been quite a few men who want to BE me.  That is why I think it is so important we make sexual freedom real and respect the inner person in all of us and take away the shame.  There are so many ways to BE.

     One fellow told me the best time of his life was when he lived with four women in one big house.  He loved the chatter and the beauty.  In his bedroom there was a beautifully draped four poster bed all in white organza with satin pillows and a cute little dog named “BJ”.  I was never invited into that bed.

      Another fellow wrote sweet little snippets of romantic fluff all the time.  He used a flowery blue font in stanzas and called me names like ‘goddess’ and ‘sweetheart’.  Flitting around and smooching with thin lips he reminded me of a doll.  He thought I was pretty but I think he wanted to be pretty too.

      A another man who has a very sweet voice and soft mannerisms reminds me of a gentle woman.  No aggressive energy and horny desire seeping out of his pores and he had no idea how to give an orgasm to a woman.  He wanted to be satisfied and bring out my force on him but I really have no desire to play the man.

      There is a flare to some men that looks like a flounce to me.  It can be a kind of dramatic flowing step and an interest in chiffon.  It is always difficult for me to say…”You are gay.”  but I want to.  I want to tell them that it is ok to be more feminine than masculine.  Usually I just slink away.

    The variations of sexual preferences and intimate desires are endless.  I just hate thinking that the cute manager of my old apartment building with his little dog under his arm and his swishy ways would have to pretend to be something different that who he was.  Fortunately the apartment was in Hillcrest which is one of the most diverse neighborhoods in the nation and he was accepted there.

     My mother looked at Ellen Degeneres in her new ads wearing a tuxedo and scowled.  She knows not to say anything outloud because I will not tolerate judgement like that.  Ellen has every right to be free to be a masculine women and my dates who were effeminate men need the ok in society to be who they are and not pretend.  

     When  a man wants to be a woman instead of be with a woman there is an unfulfilled ache.  Maybe they can find a woman who wants to be a man and live united in their roles successfully.  “Yes, dear.” is the saddest sentence I have ever heard in how to be in a good relationship.  

      Accepting who you are sexually is important for peace and growth.

Red Heart Dollies

                 

Turned on by a package of red heart dollies from the dollar store.  16 of them to play with.  I do love Valentines Day and wish I had a steady boyfriend but a lover is close enough and better in many ways.  I give my heart and body so freely and yet I guard my love fiercely.

Sweetness and sour seem to go together and good lovemaking for me needs a few tweeks and twists.  I have been over the edge with S&M and that is not what I want now.  I just like a little spice with the sweetness.  A spank on the butt can make me jump and focus.

As I swept the heart dollie over my body I noticed the way the light and shadow played with the eroticism.

As an older woman I have a few grey hairs on my pussy.  That doesn’t seem to bother my lover and I think it is interesting how a good lover of women likes to get right into the pussy and enjoy it just like I like to enjoy a cock.

I find I need to have fun just on my own.  Masturbation can take many forms.  Setting the timer on my camera and cavorting around with a prop can be a physical release and makes me smile.  I know I could be out there saving the world or helping hungry people but I am taking this time in my retired years to just let it all out and have fun.

The pink and red colors are very passionate.  The little girl aspect of sex is so sweet and innocent and I fear for young children when they first learn about sex as it is so powerful and confusing.  It is nice to be older and not so afraid.  I like the colors on this next photo.  Grown up.

I have always been sensual as this photo shows.

Happy Valentine Day, young thing.  Don’t worry.  It is all ok.

Feeling Flesh

The feeling of flesh overwhelmed me when I pressed myself against his body and felt the sweat of his brow brush my lips.   I gulped the air and swam in the waves bobbing on his boat of flesh.  We communicated beyond words and told each other what felt good on our flesh.

Our hands ran the courses over our bodies with hills of flesh mounding and undulating.  He makes me go to the edge of the cliff and jump off…or not.  He can start and stop my energy at will.  Quivering flesh going around corners and coming up for air.  Smothering in flesh.

Powerful sexual energy ravishing our flesh on a daily basis might kill us.  Yet I feel it fuels me and lights some sort of fire in the very core of my flesh tower.  Exchanging energy through the nerve endings embedded in flesh is a feeling they really could market as a drug.  It is one of the carnal sins or pleasures depending on your viewpoint.  Flesh is a dirty word to some people.

I can’t help who’s flesh I want to touch again and again.  Some people are not touchable.  I once touched an old boyfriends legs as he lay in a hospital bed and he said it felt like fire.   It is always sad when a lover’s touch turns from fueling to harming.  It can fade away and cause a void of flesh.  A basin where flesh used to collide can be empty for awhile.  We can’t all be stimulated all the time.  Can we?

Flesh can be creepy.  It sags and splits, rolls and lumps up in balls.  It crys.

I wish flesh could just be without a brain.  The thinking warps the flesh into all sorts of shapes and feelings.  When flesh bodies don’t think they can transcend into space.  I can imagine flesh without bones too.  Soft balls with extremities.  Diseases run rampant in flesh.  Eat me up.  I want to be consumed.

I can’t eat when I am so turned on.  I can only feel your flesh and feed on that.