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Sunday, August 7th, 2005
1:53 pm
[oceansedge]
Touch me..
It's been a long time since I tried my hand at writing erotica...

Just a brief short story I wrote while still high on the energy of the last 3 weeksCollapse )

Current Mood: horny
Saturday, March 5th, 2005
6:54 am
[inkfiend]
lovely fantasy generator
Thanks to lovely113, for this fantasy generator.

She asked in her journal:
"Hey! maybe you can help me out... if it was your birthday today and i was your girl, what would you want me to give you?"

Here's my reply:

I'd want you to agree to taking a series of photos mimicking a collection I put together, with you having the ability to add some of your favorites, or veto some out of the question.

I'd want to be your erotic photographer, and have my way with you along the way.

Maybe even pay you.

If, that is, you were mine.

Let me know if you need suggestions like this from time to time.

I might even add something later, if I come up with something better than off the top of my head.

grinning at the thought of my throbknob against the hum slick lips in that pic instead of his

Yes, if I could imagine such things for you from time to time, feel free to drop me a line.

Current Mood: grateful
Wednesday, February 23rd, 2005
5:39 am
[inkfiend]
cyberrific
cyberrific
++++++



I have this waking dream
a tangible
visceral
fantasy
really

immersing myself
in you
in us

transmuting
anatomically
atomically
electronically
making this
connection

cyberrifically
freeing me

vibrating
oscillating
with the power
to dance
along lines and circuits
to reach through
this window
this looking glass
to pull you into my arms
together
at last

utterly digitized
tangled
unraveled
exposed
disguised
undulating
copulating
formless
yet so utterly
male
female
fitting perfectly
separating
teasingly
then swirling
twirling
twisting
turning
yearning
churning
joining
completely

breathing the same breath
touching each other
all over
inside out
outside in
never quite knowing
where one of us
ends
and the other
begins

slick
clean
dirty
mean

pushing ourselves to
the limit

metaphysicpsychospiritually
getting off on
these
teasing
pleasing
extremes


so spin a tale or two
with me
share this blisskissed
virtuality

let's
see
feel
hear
smell
taste
each other
synergetically

we'll write our
eclectic
erotic
nirvana
collectively

multipersona
gratis

ultimately
climactically

shattering
shimmering
humming
and
quivering
simultaneously

moaning
shuddering
epiphany

just
you
and
me

fantastically
cyberrifically
ONE
instantly

then disconnecting
catching
ragged
panting
breathing
joyously

alone
together
wetmessy
flushblush
giggling

who knows
what the future
holds

will it be
me
we
or just
grinalicious
lubricious
memory
?

written long ago

opinions?

Current Mood: bouncy
Wednesday, February 9th, 2005
9:39 pm
[oceansedge]
Musing... about me.
So I had this dream this afternoon: http://www.livejournal.com/users/oceansedge/286786.html - and just in general lately, I've been thinking a lot about my sexuality. What I like, what I don't like, what I want, how I want to be touched...

And I realized it isn't so much a specific "thing" I want or am looking for, but a feeling, an emotional response. I mean sure there are things I like and don't like, I love restraints, but only if I really trust someone, I love the feeling of having my ass played with, I don't like pain, but I love the feeling of a solid slap across my ass - all thump no sting, I love the feeling and look of myself in stockings and heels, I love the feel of a man's hands buried in my hair when I'm playing with him, I adore the feeling of nails dragged across my skin - not too light, but don't scratch, I love strong arms tightly around me, I melt before strong hands used well, a low voice silky and smooth in my ear. I want to be touched, stroked, I want to have my body fed on. But what I really want is a man's hunger, his desire, I want to unleash the thing within him that is male, powerful, and just a little bit feral.

I find myself wanting to be dominated, but not in a controlling or painful or humilitating way. I like the feel of leather, of strong leather and fur cuffs against my skin, its oddly comforting. Some people would find this surprising about me, as they seem to perceive me as a sexually aggressive woman, and I am - I know I want to push a partner, find all their buttons, challenge them, and have them meet and challenge back. I want to push us to the place that puts aside nicety and convention and polite society, and takes us to the essence of maleness and femaleness - the stag and his doe. God and Goddess, dancing in the ether, locked in the dance that is the power of creation. I want to look into my man's eyes, with all the fire and the passion that is me, that is all womanhood, and have him meet that stare with the hunger that is all manhood, hear him growl with his rising need, the stag with the scent of his doe stirring his blood.

Maybe it IS because I'm a powerful woman, that I need an equally powerful man. There is a comfort and a joy in loving, trusting someone so explictly as to give one's self over to them.

Sometimes this scares men.... they're locked in a sense of convention, or a world that has told them male power is 'evil', or they're afraid of going too far, or hurting me, or of losing control, is it too naked, its a sad thing.

Current Mood: restless
Friday, October 29th, 2004
6:18 am
[inkfiend]
sacredprofane
sacredprofane
bloodysutramudramoonlitfingertips

dipslip
findgrind

fuckbliss
frothgrease

release

--

to all my brothers and sisters here
I am channeling some power and energy
your way

because if I don't
I may very well lose
my way

thank

you

Current Mood: grateful
Sunday, September 26th, 2004
3:04 am
[vaxjedi]
Friday, September 10th, 2004
11:51 am
[bluemistress]
hello all!
greetings, i am new! i love the magical spirit of love and sex, ritual and BDSM. i am bi, femme, toppy, and living in Seattle with my lover Eros. please tell me what this livejournal community is about and how you fit in!
--Mistress Blue
Wednesday, September 8th, 2004
12:54 am
[oceansedge]
vaxjedi posted some thoughts today on 'Rapture', thoughts that shook me to my core, that expressed so many things I've been thinking about of late, that I've not really been able to express, or even say outloud to anyone but myself...


I started to write this post with a mundane history of how I came to be in this point in time...

That doesn't really matter.
What matters is what's in my soul.

I am fire
I am water
I am air
I am earth

I am spirit.

I am the sacred and the divine.
I am that which cannot be contained.
I am the thing that is wild and free.

I offer this up time and time again.... seeking to satiate my hunger on his need, fire feeding fire, need feeding need. But his eyes grow dark and hooded, I feel the walls, I see the doors closed to me, all I feel is the cold. Once my soul soared and danced entwined with it's counterpart.... so long ago. So many dark nights. So many cold arms. The wild thing bears the scars of a thousand tiny and greater woundings.

Dare I?
Can I once more: open my body, open my senses, open my soul to another?

Where once tread the exuberance of youth, now walks the trembling trepidation of age, of wisdom? Or is just fear?
Would that I could give just a small part of myself.... to be as those who'd lay with me, and keep my soul behind the door. To cage the wild thing. Even now to hold her in check causes my sinew to tremble with the effort.

Unleashed.... it is the only way she knows to be.
Fear... will he be like the moth to the flame that is my fire? Will the warmth and the light bring him to me, only to have the heat and the glare drive him from me? Or will he not see the fire, will he not taste the wildness, will the doors be closed to me again, driving me out into the night dark and empty once again.

Dare I?
Can I believe once more that maybe, he will see it. He will see all that I am? All that I will be? Accept all that I have to give gratefully, gracefully, and give back all that he has to give. Will I hold his body, his heart, his soul, his wildness in my eyes.

Like the Phoenix I will rise from the ashes, brush away the singes, soar into the night, soul on fire..... will I reach the sun or crash back to earth in the darkness of the night? That doesn't really matter. What matters is that my soul will fly again.

Current Mood: Raptured
Tuesday, September 7th, 2004
6:13 am
[vaxjedi]
On Rapture
I dunno if I ever talked about the Rapture tradition on here, (my memory hasn't been the best lately), but I thought I'd post my links on it, as well as some commentary. Anyone have any comments on it?

The Rapture Tradition

With additional thoughts here, here, and here.
Saturday, July 31st, 2004
10:16 am
[eleri]
The armies of those I love engirth me, and I engirth them;
They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them,
And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the Soul.


Discuss...
Tuesday, July 13th, 2004
10:38 pm
[oceansedge]
The Tale
An old piece... written nine years ago, but still a favourite....

The Tale

She stood alone on the rocky outcropping willing the storm to rage unto her. Her ritual robes were pasted to her naked body, her thick long hair streaming and wet. I stood away from her mesmerized by her raw beauty as the lightening flashed and she opened her arms and herself to the power that was the North Atlantic. I knew that she belonged here, that she was an intrinsic part of nature unleashing its fury. The lightening left the air and myself charged, I too began to be caught in the web of power which was her, was the storm, was the ocean, that they all belonged to each other and I belonged to them. I ripped my wet shirt from my body and felt the rain sting my chest and torso and it made me even hungrier for that which lay before me but I had not yet stepped into fully. I could no longer be an observer, the time had come to make the choice to walk away or loose myself in this vortex of energy. I strode to where she stood, I'm not sure she was even seeing me, but I took her and kissed her full lips deeply without words and stepped forever into the storm that was her.

As I kissed her lips, her throat, her ears, as I buried my face in her thick wet hair I could smell the sea not just on her but in her, and smell the ozone of the lightening not just in the night but in her eyes as well. Her robes slipped easily from her shoulders, my jeans, pasted to my legs were more difficult, but yet there we were. Naked, close but not quite touching and the electrical currents which danced on our flesh sparked between us. Slowly I reached for her, with one hand tracing the outline of her neck, down her throat to the curve of her milky breasts finally resting on her belly and then she came to me, her lips played on my flesh, her toungue lapped up the rain as it washed my body and my soul clean, and then her mouth reached the base of my torrid member and the heat and the power and the fire that was her engulfed me and I knew I was taken, never to quite be free of her bonds again. As the passion and the power grew I took her there on that outcropping, knowing full well that it was she who took me. As I plunged into that velvet honey, as my need grew to where my body could no longer contain it, we screamed into the storm and our screams were the storm's screams and I was no longer confined to this earthly realm. I was the Horned God and she was Goddess. As we danced among the stars, playing thoughout the universe and all it's plains I saw my own birth onto her, my life, my love, my passion, and yes even my death in her arms. As the storm abated and we returned to where we lay in the mud on that rock, I felt the bittersweet turn of the knife, and I knew that as much as this woman, who's name I yet did not know, was my birth, she would also be my death.

Ocean's Edge - Spring 1995.

Current Mood: hungry
Friday, July 9th, 2004
11:21 pm
[vaxjedi]
Political Hedonism
Fuck the Vote! - because Liberals are sexier.
Wednesday, June 23rd, 2004
1:53 pm
[oceansedge]
New Beginnings...
His voice was like a soothing rush of warm water over my spirit. His touch gentle, but insistant. His kisses hungry but unhurried. Letting the energy build slowly, naturally, nothing forced, but faced and embraced, openly, welcomed, there was no shyness, no trepidation, no fear.

His warm firm hands carressing my hips, my back, my ass, his fingers working the cool lube into the tightness of my anus. Reveling in the pleasure and the pain as his thick manhood pressed slowly patiently firmly against my tight virgin ass. His hands tenderly carrassing my back, his voice, low and calm and soothing. And even as the threshold of pain became too great and I cried 'no', there was no shame, no apology, no blame, no disappointment, only tenderness, closeness. As his arms wrapped around me and his kisses sought the back of my neck, there is no sense of failure, but of a good beginning, and a promise of more to come.

And I slept warm and safe and comfortable in his arms.

Current Mood: sated
Wednesday, June 9th, 2004
4:49 am
[inkfiend]
An offering ~
Because I know such things can inspire better sex...even if it is only by yourself!
Try this series by replacing the number with higher ones [1-2-3] or by clicking here...one of my all time favs, just because of the outdoor and summer thing.

Check ALL of the images out, by starting here and letting your fingers do the walking.

For even MORE classic inspiration, go here and explore what has been passed on through the ages!

[click Vorherige Seite below the thumbnails to go back, Nächste Seite to go forward!]

Know that it does my heart and soul good to know there are a few brothers and sisters out there...it makes me feel less alone.

Tell me what you think of the links...thanks!

Current Mood: grateful
Sunday, May 2nd, 2004
7:44 pm
[oceansedge]
Wet and wondering...
Ya know I've often becried... whether or not there was a man out there as ecclectic as myself, bright, intelligent, kind, warm, funny, and not sexually repressed.

I'm a relatively kinky woman, but my brands of kink can be fairly tame by the 'kinky people's standards'... The men I've met who've not been repressed, as usually a little to the extreme of where I like to go, and often times a little cruel. Or that ends up being ALL that they're interested in, and that gets a bit boring too after a while.

It's been a pretty long dry spell for me in terms of sex I've really enjoyed, with a man I don't mind waking up with.

I think this fallow period might just be over.

I've been enjoying a very nice pleasant email conversation back and forth with a teacher in Winnipeg, and all the cards seem to be falling in the right place. He's not been uncomfortable discussing sex, or sexual boundaries, what we like and don't like and frankly sounds perfectly delicious and just my cuppa kink.

He's also bright, intelligent, interesting, funny, kind, considerate, geeky, and responsible.

I am looking forward to getting this man between the sheets! I need a good feral romp with someone I can actually have breakfast with the next day :)

Current Mood: horny
Friday, April 16th, 2004
4:57 am
[inkfiend]
wondering-stroking-invoking-brothers-n-sisters
Snarling a grin in the predawnpostyogakata din ... wearing headphones and a pair of black cotton drawstring gussetcrotch sweats ... wiggling toes in carpet and pausing every few words to cup and fondle my smoothshavenballs ... caressgripsqueezestroke my throbhardupcurvefuckhorn ... and trying to reach out and share this wantonabandonvibe.

I like to flirt with women of all ages...I mean, I basically don't go lower than 20, but I find myself finding lusty qualities about women well into their 80s.

I dig curvy women, big women, mostly...goddess bodies...but there are plenty of short skinny tiny or other body types I dig, if the personality or glimmer of wit is there.

I especially enjoy trying to steer the most mundane phone calls into a growly playful exchange of banter...calling information or comment numbers sometimes in the hopes of finding someone bored enough, or horny enough, to slip in and out of reality with me for a bit.

Cybersex, or the teasing and foreplay of it...I can feel palpable tangible energypowerelectricity...I play very young, but mature...or change my name and appear hardened, but with a heart of gold...any or all, in an effort to get dirty with someone, even if only VT...and then if they add the dash of RT feelingsactionswantsneeds...and then...then...if we can talk on the phone.

So rare...from the most common to the least.

I want to, need to, get off...but I just as much want to need to share that rapture...I guess that's what keeps me crazy.

Masturbation is fantastic...but it's better to get off alone, together.

Hell, for most of the people I meet and know and read about, even when they are screwing it's more like mutual masturbation...I need to connect, to feel inside the other...like when Mel is fucking Marissa in that movie where he can read women's minds...that's what I feel like...like I can feel what a woman needs, when I'm into it and she's into it...even if it's just email or cyber or phone.

I don't know what I meant to accomplish with this post, but I feel safe in here expressing all thoughts sacred and profane, and I just had to share with you...send my energy out to you, some of whom I know better than others, ALL of whom I'd like to get to know better...and get a sense from you regarding your feelings on my lil rant.

OK?

hugs-n-stuff to all my brothers and sisters

Thanks.

leaving the temple and feeling even moreso -- yet somehow focused

Current Mood: restless
Sunday, February 22nd, 2004
8:58 am
[vaxjedi]
Saturday, February 21st, 2004
10:46 pm
[vaxjedi]
Being A Freyja's Gydhia

This sounds very much like what this community was originally created for.
Friday, February 13th, 2004
9:35 am
[inkfiend]
question
I have a decadent lovefuckweekend planned for V-day...a hotel room, champagne, and pay-per-view madness. This is the first time I've had sex since the holidaze, and I've only gotten off once in the interim.

I am taking my woman out for dinner, then swing dancing...then to the hotel...I plan to seduce her into the shower, and get her off oncetwicethrice with my handsfingersthumbs...then it's really my desire to use baby oil and lube her breasts, then have her kneel so I can just rubslidefuck her facenecktorsotits...I want to watch my pent up orgasm annoint her, worship her sexiness with my release.

She's up for this on occasion, and probably will be on this night, especially after a few orgasms...then I want her to rub herself all over me, even on the bed if need be...I just want to know if any of you goddesses have gotten off rubbing your pussy along, say, a lover's shin, or knee, or forearm...I want her sexgrease all over me!

Also, can anyone recommend a decent couples porno? I have the option of getting a DVD player in the room, and am thinking of doing that instead of pay-per-view randomness.

Just thought everyone would like to know, I'll be thinking of all of you in mercury temple...love and lust to all of you!

Current Mood: bouncy
Saturday, February 7th, 2004
4:59 pm
[bloodlikerain]
I think I'm gonnna masturbate all day long.....

mmmmm:)
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