Friday, September 16, 2011

Hearing: Falling Gently

In the midst of the ocean blue, I am held captive my the voice of the siren lulling me to her direction. The calming waves brushing on my feet. The cool water gently caressing my skin, inviting me to leave the place I once call my safety. It tells me to explore the tantalizing shimmer of blue wonder. I stand up. I walk closer and closer to that voice. I can feel that my feet digs deeper as the ground gets softer. The sea line sucks every bit of my toes.

I inch closer until I can no longer stand on the soft white sand. The warm sun balances off the cold water that comes in contact with my skin. The sun and the sea making love in that moment of interaction, my skin as their cushion. My body feels cool and warm at the same time.


The first time that I felt.


Asexual.

Set yourself in the mood as JEN tickles your desire to make love today.





Touch: 1+2/1 Mathematical Threesome

The air-conditioning unit struggles to keep the place cold as the people of different occupation fills the room continuously. About three hours ago, the number of people in the room radically increased in number. Different people which has the same thing in mind in that night. Like me, I assume they came to this bar to drink and dance as the mixes of different pop songs heighten the vibe in the environment. In that moment, all of the people were just getting their crazy side as they do their own rituals on the dance floor. Teenage dream by Katy Perry was on the background, everyone's anthem. 

The room illuminated with only laser lights dancing with the beat, tracing everyone's face with neon green and a simultaneous blast of flash matching every beat of the mix. I'm getting dizzy and nostalgic. Everyone is squeezing in. The people are no longer stranger as their moist skin rub to mine. There is no time for disgust because it was pleasure for me, the seconds of invasion of  personal space was satisfying. As the crowd thicken and skin on skin was just normal, the exit is a mere portal of hope. 

I am popping my last bottle of Tanduay Ice for the night. I am turning red and it seems nothing interesting is happening for tonight. As I press the head of the bottle to my soft lips, I make sure my eyes maneuver for a potential flirt. My eyes are sending out a hint of temporary satisfaction. Out of the busy crowd, the alcohol sets in most of the people's system. They are getting drunk and the level of flirtation increased as every time I move, there are people making out.

 I was envious.

I saw these couple of guys, their faces surely are not definitely the one to catch my eye but the difference of their movement. If they are compared to a complete scan of  the crowd in 360, they are standing out. My eyes are now paying attention to them... to what they are doing.

I can see a guy standing tall, fairly skinned with body impressively toned, you can see his chest about to burst on his plain white shirt, his abs can be counted from afar, his physique are well complimented as he place each of his arms in two different people. He was kissing the guy on the right. On his left arm, another guy is just observing as the two guys form their lips. They were kissing torridly, I can barely see a sparkle of saliva on each other's mouth. It must have been awkward for the guy on the left. 

It was normal and at the same time awkward until the guy in the middle kissed the one on the left. 

Imagine my shock.

Threesome. 2+1.
Admit it. It is a reality that we must accept. Strangers do it for fun. Couples do it for an additional spice. We count the number of participants in the game. The game of pure lust and satisfaction. It could be a combination to a code of enigmatic pleasure. Mix and match. Decide the number of guys and girls who participates in the play. Indulge in a pure number of guys or girls. Decide who will dominate and who will submit. Everyone shares the pleasure.

Secret Ceremony (2006) by Steven Klein
But what happens in this group project?

I haven't experienced that kind of play but with my rich imagination. I can think of things that would matter in these lustful adventure. Imagine yourself in this activity. How do we manage to achieve sexual pleasure?

If we imagine, it's going to be a lot of work. But we call it threesome because there will be an odd participant to the usual 1 on 1 copulation.

  •  It is important that everyone should have an understanding that there should never be an emotional attachment during and after the play. You are all after the sex.
  •  It is important that you get things clear in your head, let each other know what one has to offer. Everyone has their own limits. Don't ever push the wrong button. A woman let's say can only offer fellatio and foreplay and no penetration.
  • For every participant in the sex, make sure you are not passive. Be at least assertive. You are all working to please each other. Don't take all the pleasure, otherwise it gets boring. You can voluntarily indulge by caressing or grinding your business to someone. 
  • Never ever penetrate without condoms. If two guys are participating, make sure you get one for each, never share. It pays to be safe. Don't risk it.
  • You can add more fun in the game through toys or other sexual fetishes each one of you have. It's important that everyone enjoys in the game.
  • If you are a couple, remember that the third party should only participate once and never again. It is important not to maintain a connection with the third person. It might risk the relationship.
So why threesome?
I've talked to some couple about this issue. A couple engages in a threesome to prolong the relationship. It happens with consent. It might sound crazy to you but it happens. I am not encouraging you to do it, the decision will always be up to you. If couples do it, keep in mind the limitation, you don't want your significant other to get jealous. Whether it has a consent, establish to yourselves the do's and don'ts. 

Some reasons for threesome is that people who have regular No Strings Attached experiences got bored on  their occasional hookups. Out of curiosity, they just find it as an adventure.

We have our own reasons and beliefs. If you disagree to this idea, it's okay. :)

The guy in the middle noticed me. His gaze penetrates my soul. He winks at me. The view of him in the middle with the guys on the left and the right wildly kissing each other, their tongues play, creating a bridge from two different parts, transferring a stream of sparkling saliva. The middle guy continuously stares as if sending a hint of participation while he continuously grabs the two guys beside him, caressing their shoulders with intense pressure. I felt a connection. 

Decide on four.

Should I join? or Should I leave? 

Now, you're hot and bothered.



Some ideas came from www.askmen.com.
Photo from  Homotography
I don't own the image, it is copyright to it's respectful owner. If you own right to any of the content. Kindly contact me so I can remove them. 

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Hearing: Lubricate your Love Making with Poetry.

we are children no more
now we play the game of sophistication,
wearing lust on our sleeves because we know, yes,
now we know how to win this game
breaking all of the rules

(lyrics by JEN, published by Edition Amandla/Universal Music Publishing)




Everyone knows that poetry adds romance when delivered to a love one. Every syllable interacts with your   lips and tongue as it utters velvet words guided by punctuation, you express your thoughts from the heart. You communicate by speech and as these words travel to your partner. She listens wholeheartedly, gives her a gentle touch of your desire.

Now we imagine, What if poetry is not delivered through your lips but rather by your body movement. Imagine every syllable forces you to gyrate towards your partner. It gives you a sense of motion of highs and lows as every words articulated lets you celebrate the freedom of your body. Let the punctuation aid on how much pressure you do to your partner, from the comma of foreplay, to the curious ellipsis travelling in the midst of your body parts, with an explosion of exclamation, and rest with a period. 

We mix this subtle romantic imagination with music. It's a creative copulation of Poetry and Music, where we get to enjoy those sweet words and lullaby.  I suggest you listen to JEN. JEN writes her own poetry and have it delivered with a musical background. It is not your typical mix-match of different media. Listen as she delivers her own poetry. My  romantically-challenged playful thoughts are easily seduced by her voice. It just gets you into the mood.  



You can listen more of her work in JEN / Mellow Dramas. Try not to feel yourself and gyrate while listening to it in public. You might not notice that your clothes are slowly taking off by itself. 

Now, you're hot and bothered.

Sight: Quickie with the Satin

In a dim light, imagine yourself in bed all covered up in white satin. The light from the moonlight emanates its radiance, a pale light. The silky feel of shiny sheets in a cold weather. Your body nude doing friction with the smooth cloth. You unravel yourself, loosen up and unwind to the texture. You gently play with your fingers, feeling the cloth on your face, your fingers gently crawling down little by little from your chest, to your abdomen while your face lights up into a gentle glow from the satin. You dig deeper down slowly. Your legs play across, rubbing the sheets in your innermost places. You gently push your finger down... further down with much pressure. You are feeling yourself  then suddenly someone was watching you. Your hear a deep orgasmic breath taking in and out air. It's your partner biting his lower lip, touching himself, caressing his chest and feeling his arms, his eyes winking, staring as you play..

It was September 13th, Tuesday that we had to shoot for the garments that we made in class.

I was in charge of the shoot because I was the one who suggested the theme. Intriguingly, our theme is entitle "Quickie" (I know. We all love such moments but it is not something sexual in general, but it is for me.)

So why "Quickie?"
Weeks ago, In our Advanced Patternmaking class in Fashion Institute of the Philippines...
It was afternoon that we were doing patterns for ladies wear. It was the moment our Teacher asked the theme, I subconsciously raised my hands and said the word. They were all a bit surprised as I loudly enunciate the word. It was an open room where there is a lot of students around. Heads and Gazed I received as I was having that moment. And I explained myself,

Quickie, a quick-change concept where we manipulate the clothes whether by adding or removing a part of it then we then proceed to a different lifestyle or event. It's like having a formal attire/office, removing your formal blazer then folding up your long sleeves, loosen up your tie and two buttons for a semi-formal/clubbing look.

So it was then approved. These are the concepts that we came up. Guess what I chose? :)

Filipiniana to a Contemporary Dress
Sports to a Casual Look
Performance outfit to a Cocktail Party
Wedding to a Honeymoon

If you picked the last one then you definitely know me well. I love the idea of having clothes that are wearable then can turn out sexy. I designed a Bridal Gown and a Lingerie. So it came out like this:

Photographed/Art Direction: Kevin Cayuca
Make-up/Hair: Avhie Galye Castro
Model: Angel Gutierrez
Designer: Heijn Ricafort
Special Thanks to: Miss Cor Sunglao
The Bridal Gown consists of:
A Dull Satin White Cape with Two Hanging Metallic Tassels.
A Dull Satin Bustier adorned with a Lace on the waist with Zipper Closure.
A Dull Satin White Serpentina Skirt.
Pearl Earrings from Italina.


The Lingerie is to follow. I bet you guys want to see it. I've added some Art Direction to it. They told me I was definitely into it... "Because I am."

He continues to play with himself. You continue to feel yourself while looking at him, suddenly you became a voyeur. Roles has been changed, you are the one watching him get off with himself. Both of your eyes continue to connect as if a mere language of the gaze is enough to set out an orgasm. The friction of your body with satin sheets were your foreplay, the meeting of eyes was your climax then becoming a voyeur was the finale. 

Now, you're hot and bothered. 

Hot and Bothered

Silence.
Breathe in. Take as much air as you can, be greedy until you can no longer accommodate more air.
Breathe out. Give as much air as you can, be generous until you can no longer supply the world with your air.
Breathe in.  Feel your chest expand as the air fill your lungs.
Breathe out.  Listen to the whisper of your lungs as it communicates to the world.
A moment of pause.

Think about what you and I just did. It's as if we are making love to the world, we engage with each other as little as just exchanging of air. There exists a big interaction going on in the world. We are all connected to one reality. 

Anyway, enough of the zen stuff. I can almost  talk about anything. So the dilemma of the first post I know is very crucial so I've decided to interact with you as much as possible, allowing you to stimulate most of your senses. So I'll just layout my plans for an easy read.

Sight. Be a voyeur to my visual interests. I'll strip down and reveal photographs. Just watch.
Hearing. Come over here, let my vibrating whisper of music help you get in the mood.
Smell. Come closer, get curious. Follow the smell that will send in spark to your mind. Suggestion of different kinds of fragrances that will help you achieve climax.
Taste. Stick your tongue out. Don't be shy. Discover different food interests. Don't talk when your mouth is full. 
Touch. Feel yourself, don't worry no one is watching you. Get comfortable. It's only me getting you sparked up with my thoughts. It is only when you feel like exploding, that satisfaction can be achieved.

I can talk about almost anything. Give me your resolve. We'll discuss.
But if you refuse to communicate, just read on. I'll earn your trust. :)

Now that you've read everything . That's who I am. I can be as naughty as how I am nice.
Allow me to be your secret affair. I can be your dirty secret.