Volume I Issue 3 September 2009
The Truth Will Set You Free
I met the Red Raven on Wednesday as originally planned. She is naturally striking with an open welcome manner, which makes it easy for her to communicate about an enticing intimate side of natural human tendencies. Like me, Red Raven is making a move from years of business to embrace sharing healthy sexual perspectives with adolescents and adults.
There’s intense intellectual sexuality between our two chemistries. Strong self of sense and control keep us from slipping completely. I gently brush hair out of her eye as our lips come within inches of each other- she is sweet. We stay close for several moments before exchanging our first kiss.
Soft feminine playful exploration follows us into sinful delights. Damn, I wasn’t expecting to have chemistry with anyone else since the sexual intensity with Falcon is fierce.
Our sensibility allows us to part without making careless mistakes. The stage has been set for a fabulous future should we choose to join forces. Red Raven is an unexpected addition to my collection of sexuality. She is a powerful allure with endless possibilities.
Falcon put a foot forward at the same time I stepped forward. We stepped towards each other instead of away. Heated emotions combine with a couple of days away from each other was making the hearts grow founder. We were both uncomfortable with the feelings of disagreement and disconnect. He’s become one of the joyful parts of many days. I don’t want to lose a piece of what makes me feel happy. It brings me a tremendous amount of joy to make him feel like a good man. He’s strong, masculine, confident, smart, funny and gently kind.
We both earned greater respect for each other by week’s end because we were our own person. Boundaries were set and respected by both persons’ without games, guilt or regret. We chose to except, allow and let go of control. The result has been one of fire burning with more force. There are times we hold hands, I believe, the heat is going to burst into flames.
Several months ago, I emerged the Phoenix in flight from the still waters of South Sydney’s harbor. Have I embraced Falcon in my wingspan of flames diving towards the ash of the desert? I can’t tell if I’m flying with fire or falling into another re-birth. Either way, Falcon is playing a respective roll. We decide to start Sunday on Friday evening again this week. He’s sick but willing to go out in an effort to meet last week’s concerns head-on. I can hear in his voice he is ill. There will be plenty of time to socialize in the future. Tonight, Falcon needs TLC. Am I ready to nurture? Fear consumes my core with the thought of becoming deeply intimate. My heritage of the courtesan is too strong. I know what must be done.
Between the frenzy of putting together a fantastic business venture, I find the time to collect the recipe to cure an ailing cold. It is going to take a stunning woman in a beautiful form fitting cotton dress, chicken soup, aroma therapy, soothing music, movies, bath oils, salts, sponge, the best whiskey, white lace undies and a white t-shirt. I even manage to fit in a workout as well as buy two birthday presents before starting the glamor ritual.
It’s been months since I’ve put any effort into looking truly sexy. I’ve almost forgotten what it feels like to be feminine. The black stockings feel like a dark slithering fog sultry concealing my smooth shapely white legs. Armani boots with leggings and a thin, soft cotton sweater dress sings Poisson Ivy.
I apply a medium shade of war paint to my eyes, lips and cheeks. I shake my hair allowing gentle curls to frame a porcelain face with big blue eyes. The affect is that of a living China doll. Innocents with a streak of underlying naughty can’t be detected by the untrained eye. My heart is racing with fear. Instead of cutting Falcon loose, I am going to expose one more inch of spirit. This mean’s the knife can stab an inch deeper should it choose to fall upon my chest. Panic starts to shed through drops of perspiration on my forehead. The knock came quickly at the door. I’m trapped by my own hand- let’s hope this goes well.
Falcon is sporting a poker face but his sparkling eyes sing a different tune when they fall upon my feminine form. Wowza! I was too yummy not to kiss- the cold is quickly forgotten as his tongue slithers to part my lips. Our affections are on display in an open door of bone chilling wind. He drops the bags allowing his hands to firmly press my body against his torso. An awakening of the oyster is already stirring. A wave of warmth swells from my pelvic. He hasn’t been here for two minutes before I’m thinking about him being deep inside my passion.
I find enough composure to finish welcoming him into the house, put on chicken soup, make a hot totty, pop in a movie and slide up against him on the coach. He quickly embraces me starting into a sultry seduction of kissing, necking, squeezing and grinding. My panties are being slid down my legs “Sit on my face.” What?” “Sit on my face. I want to taste you.” I straddle Falcon as he grabs my thighs pulling me towards his mouth to pleasure my pearl. I slide my hands behind his head and start purposely grinding on his handsome face. I’m already gone exploding into a wild orgasm.
I slide from his lips sinking his rock-hard shaft deep within my treasures. My ride is fervent with long deep strokes of power. I’m out of control with desire fiercely gyrating my pearl against his rock. I want to milk his warmth for my walls to drink. I slow the pace to regain composure. “Would you like to retire, Falcon?” “Yes, that would be nice.” “Stay here for a moment, finish your drink and I’ll be down in a minute to get you.” “O.K., this should be interesting.”
I hopped up the stairs to start a warm bath with sea salts and oils made to extract toxins. I slide into my plane white Calvin Klein t-shirt without a bra then put on the white lace panties. The water feels soothingly warm on my fingers. I spin around, saunter down the stairs and smile at Falcon sitting on the coach. “Mmm, this looks nice.” “Are you ready?” He whispers, “Yes.” I gently take his hand leading him up the stairs into the bathroom where I continue to undress his already half naked form. He is handsome.
“Step into the bath.” He lowers himself into the liquid warmth. I step between his legs slowly kneeling between them. I grab a sponge, dip it into the water then start running moisture up his arms, around his shoulders and down his chest. My t-shirt is getting wet. The material becomes clear clinging to voluptuous mounds of erect heaven. His hands begin to explore the peaks and valleys of my curves. I barely brush his lips with mine before traveling south to wrap my lips around his arousal. Moans of pleasure escape him as he forces himself deeper into my throat. His smooth, ridged texture pleases a craving. “Let’s take this out to the bed.” We stand then I start toweling him off…
Saturday morning came a lot quicker than expected. We spent our morning downstairs drinking coffee. Falcon on the coach- me firmly planted on the carpet. He gets up to freshen his beverage then returns to take a seat on the floor next to me. There is silence with a deep lost look in his eyes. He turns me towards him, wraps his arms tightly around my waist, lowers me to the floor and tenderly takes me slow. It’s beautiful.
I am surprised when Falcon recommends he return in the evening to continue our sensual exploration. The phone ringing startles me. Is it really that late? The evening is enjoyed through rounds of sexual explosion ending in the early hours of Sunday morning. When we awake, he decides it’s time for us to take our first trip out of town together. I enjoy the day of togetherness without locked doors, wine and intimacy. Our frolic in nature is refreshing fun. I watch the sunset in a pimped out buggy with a close friend before we head back into the city. Dusk is snuffing out the light as we climb into the car.
There’s that deep emptiness in his eyes again. I touch his arm, kiss his cheek and let my hand find warmth between his legs. He fidgets with his belt, unzips his pants and lets them fall around his ankles. I take my que pleasing him with lips and hand the entire ride back to locked doors. We arrive at the dungeon too soon. Football, sex and cuddling to sleep meet the night.
Monday morning Falcon is still in my bed. Darkness finds him returning for more football, sex and cuddling. We are back to our normal ways. Tuesday morning I bring Falcon his final explosion with the Rising Phoenix before dropping him, in my flames, to meet the desert as ash.
I wonder what new friend I’ll seduce this coming Sunday.
