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Primal Embrace

Primal Embrace

By Damian Bloodstone,

Copyright 01/01/2012

A voice that sounds of heaven to the ear,
The voice that makes the soul resonate,
A voice that is so beautiful that only angels could match,
A voice that goes silent and yet silently begs.

The eyes that lock in a single stare.
Eyes that melt the walls and build the ember within.
The stare where everything else ceases to exist.
The eyes that meet and two souls are only seen by each other.

A touch that sparks an ember,
A gentleness that begets the primal,
A touch so innocent that tears might come,
A touch so enlightening that darkness fades.

A form that moves to say more than words can,
A soul’s light, radiant and bright in a single form,
A form of beauty and of art,
A form in the dark brought to the light.

A beckoning that goes unsaid,
A drive that is never openly shown,
A primal force and emotion,
That quickly throws all else away.

A touch that becomes more,
A caress that is felt to the core of one’s being,
A gentle embrace that makes all things cease,
The primal emotions and movements taking hold.

The soft moan, the quick sigh,
the sudden gasp, the soft whimper,
the half-done words, the muted moan,
the held breath, the soft cry,
the mingled scents of two to one.

The softness of the lines,
the smoothness of the skin,
the warmth of the soul,
the primal let lose to play.

The touch of the lips,
the softness of the skin,
the rush of the blood to make fire,
the feeling of the tenderness of the little parts.

The feeling of change,
the swell of the graceful body,
the wondrous softness of the one then two,
the little bumps that tickle the tongue,
the one point of each that stokes the fire within.

The rise and falls of the swells,
the valley that softly speaks of parting,
the softness yet lower,
the place which goes in nor out,
where muscles surround and a gem can be found,
the sudden moan as the warmth is touched.

The warmth turns to fire,
the scent turns to odd sweetness,
the softest down unmatched,
the velvet forest that leads to a flower on fire.

The flower opens slowly,
the beauty of nature unmatched,
the softest of petals,
the most sensitive of places,
the moans and cries beckon more,
as Primal is ignited.

The fire becomes blaze,
the opening rimmed,
the tunnel gently explored,
the warm, wetness yet unsatisfied.

The eyes once more meet,
the stem meets flower,
the sounds of the brief silence,
the flower and stem unite.

The sudden cry,
the soft moans now louder,
the quick sigh unending,
the whimper turned to the moan,
the words need not said,
the moans and sounds of the primal.

The sighs turned to cries,
the moans turned to breaths held,
The sudden gasp of life united,
the explosion of the lower heart,
the warmth of the stem’s and flower’s release,
the sudden quite in the garden.

The cries turns to sweet sighs,
the eyes united once more,
the touch felt as if almost pain,
the blaze slows to fire.

The words unsaid yet felt,
the whimper and moan,
the held breath, soft moan,
the flower and stem united no more.

The soft caresses of tenderness,
the mingled scents of flower and stem,
the sweet scent of the two being one,
the memory that is always remembered by the Primal.

The primal yet never dies,
the embers always lit,
the flower waiting to blossom,
the stem waiting to grow to meet,
The roots that lay of each in the heart.

The eyes that beckon,
the eyes that want,
the eyes that wish for touch,
the eyes that cry for love.

The sweet memories of togetherness
the tenderness, the warmth,
the caring, the compassion,
ignited by the primal fires
in souls’ lives long ago united.

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Horny Hump Day. This Isn’t the Usual Post

This is something that I have shown only to select people until now. It isn’t the normal sex romp style for Horny Hump Day, but reminds us of why we even care about a hump day at all. Sometimes love is the cruelest of all emotions.

Broken Heart

By Damian Bloodstone (damianbloodstone@gmail.com)
Copyright © 8/16/2014 All Right Reserved. This cannot be copied in whole or in part without the author’s sole express permission.

Callista sat next to his bed, his slow breathing and heartbeat filled her ears. A shattered antique reader set the desk over from them. The opening the door didn’t startle her anymore. She watched as a new nurse came to check him.

“I’ll look after your father,” the nurse said. “Why don’t you go for a walk?”
 
“He isn’t my father.” She tried to dismiss the remark but knew she had flushed since the room had gotten hotter.
 
“How about I get you something to eat,” the nurse asked.
 
“Leave us,” Calliste said. She heard the nurse quickly leave.
 
****
 
The doctor came in the room. He checked the readings on the machines then turned to the woman in the chair.
 
“What are you going to do, Calliste?” the doctor asked standing on the other side of the bed.
 
“He’s my life.” She glanced at the readouts as the heart rate dropped again. Sweat beaded on her skin as she felt her throat threaten to close.
 
“You can go back and be assigned another.” The doctor paused at the sight of her silently shake her head.
 
She got up and with trembling hands brushed the blanket down over him again. A sensation he had grown to love from her. He felt nothing now. She sat again, hands moving until forced to be still on the arms of the chair.
 
“You’ve cared for him as best you could during this time,” the doctor said shuffling his feet. “He would want you to go on.” The sight of tears, not possible in her eyes, shocked him. Her hands gripped the arms of the chair until it groaned.
 
“Can you die of a broken—heart?” she asked.
 
“No,” the doctor replied. He watched the monitor.
 
“I will.” She held her lover’s hand and closed her eyes. His heart stopped as the tears fell from her eyes.
 
The doctor turned off the monitoring machines. He glanced at her holding his hand. She was completely still. By law, he was supposed to remove it. He couldn’t. The tears on her face were the evidence of something too profound for reason. He walked from the room, his own tears threatening to fall.

Who are we to judge those than can only find love in the most unusual places? We talk of finding someone to those alone around us. It is harder than most believe. Love comes in so many different forms that you cannot define or set limits on it. It is the best of emotions and the cruelest of them because we cannot control it.
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A Different Horny Hump Day Post – Shopping with a Woman…

 

 
I can never understand why men hate going shopping with women. It is the perfect chance to get to know their tastes and uniqueness. A single day spent shopping will tell you more about a woman than a month of getting to know her, even if grocery shopping.
While shopping with her, watch her. I mean really watch her, not the stand back looking at your phone or eye grazing the other women that men generally do. It is your chance to see the small moves she makes that are sensual. The look in her eyes of being pleased about something or the dislike, the little smile she gives when happy about a purchase and the face she makes when unhappy. You can even tell her moods and if she is more approachable or less.
If anything and you really like or love her, buy or help her buy a fancy outfit and dress her up. Layer her in things that sparkle even is cheap dime store jewelry that matches her outfit on your budget. It is the thought here that counts more than the price, most times. (If she is only concerned with price, you have more to worry about than this type of woman.)
Watch the types of clothes she looks at and then purchases. It will tell a lot about her self-esteem. If getting only baggy and loose things, she is possibly shy or concerned about her body image. Getting tight fitting or nice fitting clothes might show, she has accepted herself and knows she is beautiful. The price might also be something to look at. Does she fret over one expensive outfit or settle for the others in mass that might not look as well on her due to price? Does she go for certain colors or styles? All of this tells you a lot about a woman or man. They also shop for off time and comfort at times. Watch these things too. Notice if she picks warm, soft or silky things, it will tell her comfort type and more. (Remember, men, most often these clothes she shops for are for work or going out, not lounging around the house. Women, most often, wear clothing to impress or accent, whereas we wear them for function.)
Don’t be embarrassed by her shopping for undergarments. This is your chance to make her feel even more beautiful and confident. Suggest things that you like that are just minor steps above or away from what she picks. Shorten the waistline, add more lace and silk to her wardrobe. Try a little daring with a suggestion and watch her eyes for that reaction. If you never see her in fine lingerie, it is the perfect opportunity to take her to a place after saving up for it. When a woman wears something this intimate as lingerie that was purchased by you, she thinks of you through the day. Now I’m not saying buy her everything, but one nice set can make her feel different about herself. Don’t try to dress her racy or trashy like a porn model or some ad, unless classy, it will only lower her self-esteem.
The perfume counter is a perfect place to buy her something. Each use of it will create the memory of that day together while shopping. Have her try on a few in different spots, and then take her away for a while. After some time, ask to smell each again, casually not forceful, and advise her do the same. (Each perfume smells unique on each woman.) Talk of what each of you smell, the different flowers, scents and textures of the perfumes. Once you find her favorite, make an excuse to break away for a few moments. Buy her the small bottle, nothing big since smaller shows more care taken and thought. A woman can have a hundred bottles and never enough. By learning the scents she enjoys, you learn about her love of the outdoors, her descriptions tell you what she thinks of most often and the places she tried on the scents speaks of her openness and sexuality. (Women don’t use a bottle of the stuff either. Real men enjoy the subtle scents and mysteries of a woman, sometimes even sweaty ones.)
Footwear is like perfume, never enough for most women. A shoe that appears sexy might be worn for only hours at a time. Most women will buy multiple shoes, boots and others type so that they match outfits. If your woman wears heels, and doesn’t have a nice pair for an outfit, this is the perfect time to suggest or maybe surprise her with a pair. {Men, don’t let the service person or your woman try on the shoe. This is your perfect time to show you appreciate every step she takes for you. Don’t just pull off the other shoe or boot as if you might on your own foot. Don’t just remove and place her shoe to the side. Place it near you or in your lap. Embrace her foot. Softly and gently, remove the shoe. Your care here will show her that you love every part of her. Make sure you slowly put on the new shoe or boot. Check the fit and make certain it won’t be toe tight or slipping on her heel later, gently with care. Allow her know that you don’t hurry and that even this time of shopping is only about her and not about rushing home to see the game or go to a bar. Footwear shopping, if done right with feeling and emotions by her partner, can lead quickly to a private dressing room or bedroom. This is a part of the body that few admire about themselves and fewer yet even reveal to most partners in life.}
If she wishes to get jewelry, watch her and study what she buys. Jewelry makes a great and lasting gift. (It doesn’t have to be expensive, just make sure it won’t turn her green or the gold tone wear off quickly. Buy jewelry someone makes that is one of a kind, possibly.) Any woman that has jewelry feels special when wearing it. It reminds her of something so let it remind her of you.
The hairdresser is a place men fear the most. Even I dislike it but appreciate it. If nothing else, watch how her hair is done. If she wishes a new style, don’t berate it. Some women go through periods of hairstyles like clothes. Ask why and then what she admired about the person she saw it on, generally it is a person they admire or identify with that makes them do these changes. Support her but also let her know that she is just as beautiful, confident and everything else as that person she admires without it. Build up her self-esteem just as she might yours. If she gets the look and even if you hate it, never say or agree that you might. Remember, hair grows back, most of the time. If you wish, surprise her, study how her hair is done and maybe, if bold, take an online class or even go to a real one. The sensuality of the hair of a woman is something that no woman disrespects. The sensations of a man’s hands running through her hair, taking that care and grace to show her how beautiful she can be and usually is something they never forget.
Women like to talk while shopping, most of them. They like opinions and suggestions but you have to know when and on what. If they ask, reply. Watch how they hold the item, listen to how their words fall, observe their eyes, face and body for the answer they wish to hear. Slowly, you will get better at this, it takes practice.
Lest we forget that, the very things that caught our eyes about this female (or maybe male) might have been their clothes, scent or hair. How they stood for that moment or walked carrying themselves even shows more than most will ever notice consciously.
 
A person is a complicated mystery that you can unfold as the morning sun does the new bud of a rose. Go shopping with them. That bud might blossom a little more for you to understand.
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