tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12167163776361256362024-02-20T12:28:28.978-08:00Babalon's GateA place of exploration and discovery through the wanton and erotic writings of a sacred whore.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger83125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216716377636125636.post-32909762887738581512015-12-07T06:16:00.000-08:002015-12-07T06:18:40.407-08:00A Moment<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Listening to the water hit the leaves on the ground<o:p></o:p></div>
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Watching the water envelope my bare feet<o:p></o:p></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216716377636125636.post-2169131686782849382015-12-06T15:04:00.000-08:002015-12-06T20:42:20.702-08:00The AwakeningLong dormant, peaceful slumbering creature<br />
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Rolling in the depths<br />
Dreaming of being awakened once again<br />
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What will it take to rouse her<br />
The primal urges that she craves rarely fulfilled<br />
She rests in slumber waiting, watching, yearning<br />
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Awakening thoughts and feelings<br />
New energies circle slowly<br />
Feeding the electrical conduit in carefully measured steps<br />
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Connection through energy<br />
Through thought<br />
With only another primal creature<br />
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Must touch mind, body, and spirit<br />
Must connect on a visceral level<br />
To love the dark places where only light lives<br />
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The creature moves restlessly in the depths<br />
Sensing a soul similar to hers<br />
Feeling the presence of primal energy<br />
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She shifts in her slumber<br />
Slowly coming out of her deep hibernation<br />
Stretching out her senses toward the other<br />
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Stirrings, the slowly swirling stimulus<br />
She reaches forth and starts the slow process of connection<br />
Where will it go, what will occur, will the cravings be fed<br />
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To explore and be explored<br />
Mind to mind<br />
Crawling inside the grey matter where danger resides<br />
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To take in and let loose<br />
Spirit to spirit<br />
Where divinity resides with deity and souls weep<br />
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To touch and be touched<br />
Flesh to flesh<br />
Where transcendence takes place with beauty and pain<br />
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Slowly awakening the creature rises to the surface of her deep place<br />
The hiding place where none can touch her<br />
Unless they know the path of painful pleasure and how to touch her mind<br />
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Patient, languorous, careful<br />
Hungry, yearning, <br />
The duality of need and caution<br />
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Release the fear<br />
Embrace the exploration<br />
Travel the path where most fear to tread<br />
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She is restless<br />
She is ravenous<br />
She is connected to the soul of the Universe<br />
She takes it in<br />
She transcends<br />
She releases<br />
Most importantly….She wakes<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216716377636125636.post-10149519296203246902015-11-26T06:29:00.000-08:002015-12-07T06:34:26.032-08:00Embrace<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today is traditionally a day of giving thanks. While I am not necessarily in that particular headspace and have no plans for celebrating this day in any traditional sense, I am definitely in a very introspective place. The recurring themed dreams that have plagued me lately of being Priestess, bringing this aspect of my self back into my life. The thoughts and feelings that continue to swirl around in my head and heart about things esoteric....and how to bring these things together into my life with balance and grace.<br />
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I find myself moving from book to book in my occult library, finding snatches and snippets of thoughts and ideas that move me from book to book until all the books are scattered around the room in an almost manic display of what is roaming freely inside my head.<br />
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All the while music is playing that causes me to move my arms, my hands, my body until all of the words and the melodies become one inside my soul and are translated, transcended, and escape through the ends of my fingers, out the top of my head, burst from my heart, and travel down into the earth pouring from my feet and lower chakras. All of my chakras feel exposed and open, yet also peaceful and whole..."complete" for lack of a better word...though still striving for more. More connection, more sharing, more giving, more release to all that need the transcended energy that moves through me.<br />
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Yet the hermit in me resides calm and watchful. Knowing that even though I need, require, demand peace and alone time, I must also let the Priestess out and she is never to be hidden from whoever needs her, whatever needs her energy.<br />
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The time and space, the atoms and molecules that I am comprised of, that touch all things, every thing - swirling in the cosmos of time and energy that never goes away. We are all things. Our thoughts are one. Our energies, while separate, are one.<br />
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There is no beginning or end to these thoughts and the energies pouring through me today, driving my fingers to type, to release, to share what needs to come out. Many will not understand what I'm sharing. Many will start reading and discover it is too jumbled to follow and walk away. I want to apologize to those who read and are confused, yet will not because there is some message here that some one may need and if even one person gets something out of this then the writing has served its purpose.<br />
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Touch and be touched. Open yourself. Be open to others. Love freely. Say the words. Embody the actions.<br />
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All is One. Embrace the connection to what is inside you, what is outside of you, and be who you are meant to be.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216716377636125636.post-9436746221998384002015-09-19T06:36:00.000-07:002015-12-07T06:37:51.286-08:00Coitus InterruptusA short little story I wrote years and years ago.<br /><br />Man, if that truck driver wasn’t already dead, I’d really let him have it. Screw around with my Saturday night…just not okay. What am I supposed to do now? Hmm, maybe I could go ahead and find Paul. That would really blow his mind. I don’t know if it will work but hey, I don’t have anything else to do. He should be waiting for me at his apartment.<br /><br />Would you look at that? He’s all pissed off cause I’m late. Man, if he only knew. Now, how am I gonna get him to stay and how the hell am I gonna get his clothes off? Well, let’s just see how far I can take this and if it’ll work. Following him around the room as he’s pacing, I try running a fingernail down his spine. Whoa, did that make him jump or what? Since that worked, this could be really fun.<br /><br />Let’s see if I can get his shirt off. One button at a time. He’s freaking out. A gentle lick as I finish unbuttoning his shirt. Oh boy, he’s panting now. I wonder if it’s fear, or if he’s turned on, or a combination?<br /><br />Mmm, I just love the way his body glistens when he sweats. Makes me want to lick more. Oops, he doesn’t seem to be taking this well. Too bad, I’m horny. Let’s try crowding him over to the couch. Wow, that was easier than I thought it would be. He’s all sprawled out for me. Yeah, his eyes are looking a little freaked out but I’ll make up for it.<br /><br />All that yummy chest, tastes so good. Nibble on this hard little nipple. Ooh, he liked that. He’s moaning. Maybe he’s been without as long as I have.<br /><br />I can’t help giggling at his reactions as I slowly reach for his belt. I just love when a man’s belt comes undone. It’s like the final barrier, the last surrender. Oh, he’s got a great little bellybutton to lick and suck on while I get his pants off. Oh god, he’s so yummy looking…and he goes commando. What a beautiful strong cock and my god, he shaves. His balls are nice and firm, a nice handful. I’m really gonna love this. I love the way he’s writhing and moaning. I need a taste.<br /><br />Man, he barely fits in my mouth but he tastes so good. The best lollipop ever invented and tonight it’s all mine. I can’t help but stroke his perineum, fondling his balls, stroking his cock with my lips while trying to fit more of him in my mouth suctioning as hard as I can.<br /><br />“Jesus, what the hell is going on? Oh no, don’t stop. Just, oh god!” Well, that always makes a girl feel good.<br /><br />Maybe I should back off a little though. I want my fun too. What can I use to cool him off a little. Oh, I know. Let’s check out the freezer. Score! Those tiny ice cubes that I can fit in my mouth. Let’s go see how he likes this. Melting ice water on a hot cock. Man, he looks so good lying there panting. He is so gorgeous and he may not know what’s going on but he’s definitely into it.<br /><br />I can’t wait any longer. I need me some of what he’s got. Straddling him nice and slow, and god he fills me up so good. Move slowly girl, make it last. God, I just want him to pound into me but I don’t know when I’m gonna get anything this like this again. We fit together so good.<br /><br />Yes, oh god, yes, that’s it yes. SHIT!<br /><br />“What the fuck! What the hell is going on? Who are you, put me back, I wasn’t finished yet. And where the hell am I? How did I get here?”<br /><br />“I’m afraid little minx that you are quite finished. And you named the place quite accurately. You see, you’re in hell and that’s as far as you will ever get to go again. But don’t worry; we’ll make sure you get to this edge over and over and over again…without ever going over.”<br /><br />The man in the seersucker suit gives me the devil’s own grin, “It’s going to be very entertaining having you around. Oh, and don’t worry about Paul, he got off before we took you.”<br /><br />© Dawn C. Davis ~ 1999Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216716377636125636.post-24239789615020039532015-09-05T06:45:00.000-07:002015-12-07T06:46:00.039-08:00Ponderings...or...OMG, she's thinking again.At what point does something become hypocrisy? Where is the line drawn? I know that some areas are extremely black and white and it is very clear. I am a person who hates hypocrisy….abhors it. But I have learned recently that there is a grey area where some actions appear hypocritical but may not necessarily be. I’m certain that with some things this is a matter of perception. What one person sees in a situation is not what everyone else may see of the same situation from a different perspective. Not only that, but our perceptions are colored by our own life experiences and specific things that we may be going through <b>in the moment</b>.<br /><br />Don’t get me wrong, I still despise hypocrisy, but I have learned that it’s not always so easily determined if actions/thoughts/beliefs might be hypocritical.<br /><br />I have had exchanges this week that have caused me to step back and think about these things and I’ll be honest, I haven’t figure it all out. This writing is a means by which I hope to figure out at least some of it.<br /><br />Possessive…this is a word used in this lifestyle (and out, obviously) and I have always thought it was a good word. I get a tingle inside when I feel I am being possessed by someone I desire and feel passion with. I love the idea and feeling of it, but there are connotations and deeper meanings to the word that are not what I need or want.<br /><br />For instance, if you look up synonyms for the word possessive you get some interesting word options; controlling, jealous, overprotective, clinging, covetous, selfish.<br /><br />I don’t like those words. I love the feeling of being controlled in certain situations and conditions, but I don’t want someone controlling (or trying to control) every aspect of who and what I am, or all of my life. I still need space to be me. I love feeling protected but I don’t want to be smothered. I love to be the focus of someone’s thoughts and actions "in the moment", but I would probably feel very uncomfortable to be in that position 24/7 (besides, life dictates other things must be taken care of). I also don’t like clingy.<br /><br />There are good synonyms for possessive as well; e.g., hold, own, or care. All words, thoughts, and actions that I can fully support.<br /><br />So does this make me a hypocrite? Or really does it just come down to where the line is drawn for any individual? What works for me obviously may not work for others. I want a partner who can accept me for who I am yet still push me to be better, more; but not overwhelm who I am or try to make me into someone else to meet his ideal.<br /><br />It’s like the line between love and hate, or happy and sad. Two extremes of the same thing. It is the degree in either direction that dictates if it is positive or negative, and no one person can draw the line for another as to when it crosses over…though I would posit that the extreme in the negative would generally be unacceptable.<br /><br />I am me. I get naked easily and freely. I don’t do it as an exhibitionist…it doesn’t “turn me on”. To me, being naked is no big deal. I may not always like how my body looks or feels on any given day, but that’s just life. I love me and who I am. My body is the shell that houses the giving and caring person who is me. I refuse to let anyone try to make me feel shame about the fact that I am comfortable in my skin and being in my skin (naked) in front of others. I don’t get naked for attention. I don’t get naked hoping someone will want to touch. In fact, if someone does touch me when I’m naked and it was not negotiated…well, trust me when I tell you you don’t want to go there.<br /><br />I am me. I create a safe environment for my models to get naked and feel accepted for all they are and feel beautiful. This particular point is so incredibly important to me. I don’t care if you’re a size 2 or 22 in front of my camera (I’ve been both of those sizes BTW). I try to capture something with my lens that goes so far beyond just the skin a person lives in. That is my art. That is my goal.<br /><br />I am me. I have a stubborn streak as wide as the Pacific Ocean, possibly wider. Really. Trust me on this. Don’t try to tell me how to feel, what to think, or to be something other than who I am. It will not end well. But at the same time, I can give everything to the right person in the right circumstance and moment, but don’t ever take that for granted or you will see that stubborn streak and you will never break me of it. I give freely and easily or I give nothing. I am a girl of extremes. This is something I have learned about myself and am learning to temper in certain situations.<br /><br />I am me. I am an artist (nods to my sis, -AnamCara- for making me understand this). If I want you in front of my camera there is a reason. Trust that it is no small thing. And don’t try to force or coerce me to have you in front of my lens for your own gratification and/or because you’re an exhibitionist and you’re making notches on your belt for all the photographers you’ve worked with. That does not feed my vision.<br /><br />I am me. I have a hard time owning my masochism sometimes. I think it’s a private part of who I am (which doesn’t mean I can’t play in front of others). I know that I can go deeper and take more when I am doing it in a place of being consumed in the moment by/for another and there is a sharing of trust and respect.<br /><br />I am me. I giggle when you hurt me in delicious ways. But it better be negotiated or trust me, I won’t be giggling, nor will I ultimately be the person who is hurt.<br /><br />I am me. I love and adore spending time with my friends but sometimes my need to be introverted comes first. Even then, if one of my friends needs me, the need to be alone gets tossed out the window. If you are one of those that I call friend, I will be there for you in the darkest moments. I will hold you while you cry, I will hand you tissues, and I will feed you chocolate. But be warned; I will also tell you the unadulterated truth and not everyone wants to hear the naked truth. I will call you on your bullshit if I need to. If I think that calling you on your bullshit may break you (in a not good way), I may choose to walk away because it is the best thing for both of us. And that is hard.<br /><br />I am me…and I’ve barely scratched the surface really of who I am.<div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216716377636125636.post-53100683766534362012015-03-22T06:48:00.000-07:002015-12-07T06:50:19.999-08:00Art in Therapy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So, last weekend I got to do a photoshoot. An amazing photoshoot. A powerful photoshoot.<br /><br />“Where are the pictures?” you ask. Well, that’s just it. There will likely be very fewif any photos posted. They are sexy. Beautiful. Endearing. Touching. Fabulous. Important. Compelling. Potent.<br /><br />I could go on for days like this, and likely you all will never see any of them. But they are there. They touch me every time I open Lightroom to work on processing them. They are some of the most important work I have ever done in my life…and I hope to get the chance to do something similar again….even if it means not being able to share them.<br /><br />I got to be a fly on a wall, share energy and space with two amazing women; one of whom is working to overcome much in her life and how she sees herself. This was therapy in kink and I got to document it, so for me it has become Art in Therapy.<br /><br />I am so incredibly humbled that I was asked to do this. Not just as a photographer, but as a human being. I walked into it nervous. Hoping beyond hope that I could see and document what was needed for the healing work to continue. I walked away from the shoot with a contact high that I was not expecting. I walked into the shoot not in my own best headspace, and was nervous because I knew it was going to be emotional. I wasn’t nervous for me, I was nervous for her and that my energy would bleed over into what they were trying to accomplish, but I was resolved to put aside my own internal dialogue and be there for her. What happened was inspiring. Being there, capturing that healing…it healed something in me that I didn’t even know needed healing.<br /><br />I got to photograph nervousness, laughter, tears, compassion, connection, power, strength, beauty, sexiness, and so so much more.<br /><br />There can be great healing in this thing that we do. There can be great healing in allowing ourselves to move outside of our comfort zones. I am blown away time and again when people who have been in front of my lens want to be in front of it again…and tell me they feel powerful and special with what is created there. That they feel like they are contributing to art, and not some random cunt or cock shot.<br /><br />We are sacred. Each and every one of us. Every part of us. There is no shame in the divine beauty that resides in us. Nor is there shame in the beauty of the bodies we have been given to house our divinity.<br /><br />Hmmm, maybe I should keep my name after all. :-)<br /><br />The Sacred Whore<div>
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I am a student of the occult, a seeker of esoteric knowledge and wisdom...metaphysics. Symbols have been my life; spiritually, emotionally, physically...for more years than some of my friends have been on this earth (in this lifetime at least). The interesting thing is that I'm not very good at putting into words what I glean from the metaphors and symbols in my life. I can take all of that knowledge, all of the gleanings, and transform them into an emotion, into energy within my body and release it to the world through connection with another human being, through ritual, through sex or kink, but words seem to escape me...or at least it feels that way to me which is kind of ironic given words seem to be one of the most important things of my life.<br />
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Ritual; be it sexual, kink-related, spiritual, stroking someones hand, giving someone a hug, merely making a soulful connection in some small and profound way...with a person, with an animal, with a tree, or flowing stream...these are but some of the ways that metaphors and symbols both enter and leave my life.<br />
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Many years ago, during a meditation, I connected to ALL. The most profound moment of my life. I was open to every single entity on this planet, in the air, in the cosmos. We were... *are* one. I sense and feel my connection to everything. It is overwhelming at times. It can make ending relationships extremely painful, but it can enhance the beginning of a new friendship; amp it up like lightning striking, or floodgates opening. It makes me very vulnerable. Learning to control it has been...interesting. *smile*<br />
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Many years ago, I ended a very profound relationship...a Master/slave relationship. I struggled though I knew it was exactly the right thing to do. It was one of the most painful experiences of my life. I knew that I could sever the metaphysical connection, the "cord" that kept me connected to him and it would ease my aching and longing, but I recognized that if I did that, then I would no longer be connected to ALL. I consciously chose to let the metaphysical connection remain even though fear and loss and anger traveled along that cord for some time and fed my anguish and pain. Eventually it diminished and now it is a cord like any of the other infinite cords that connect me to everything and everyone around me. To this day, I am extremely thankful that I did not damage my relationship with ALL by severing that one cord.<br />
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Perhaps this is why my photographic art has come back into my life. Another form of metaphor and symbol. The things my eye sees and wants (needs) to capture and share with the world. <br />
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The tattoos on my body, the symbols they represent are more metaphors. The great union that comes from the combining of sexual energies (mine depicts female and male sexual union). The replica of the Pictish carving on my breast to me symbolizes new life, growth, the germinating seed coming to life. The Udjat on my back symbolizes my intuition, my psychic self, and that connection that I have to ALL. The white wolf paw on my hip/thigh, once a symbol of my slavery to my Master, now symbolizes my secondary totem and the path that I traverse in this lifetime of discovery of self. The new tattoo that has not come into being yet, will connect all of these and aid my ritual of moving into the next phase of being.<br />
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Sometimes I feel like it is a very solitary path these metaphors and symbols lead me on, and sometimes it feels lonely, and sometimes it doesn't. Sometimes it is filled with fascinating conversations, amazing connections, and the warmest of hugs. I cherish each and every moment that I share with every entity I connect with...each and every one. They are precious to me.<br />
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I feel led to end this with a quote of sorts. It is the "Priestess speech" from the Gnostic Catholic Mass, which I performed more times than I can possible count. Filled with metaphor and symbol for those who care to look. If you ever want to hear it spoken, I'd be happy to oblige. Ask me any time you see me. Trust me, it's engraved on my very soul. I will never forget it.<br />
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<i>"But to love me is better than all things; if under the night-stars in the desert thou presently burnest mine incense before me, invoking me with a pure heart, and the serpent flame therein, thou shalt come a little to lie in my bosom. For one kiss wilt thou then be willing to give all; but whoso gives one particle of dust shall lose all in that hour. Ye shall gather goods and store of women and spices; ye shall wear rich jewels; ye shall exceed the nations of the earth in splendour and pride; but always in the love of me, and so shall ye come to my joy. I charge you earnestly to come before me in a single robe, and covered with a rich head-dress. I love you! I yearn to you! Pale or purple, veiled or voluptuous, I who am all pleasure and purple, and drunkenness of the innermost sense, desire you. Put on the wings, and arouse the coiled splendour within you: come unto me!" [Liber AL, I:61] "To me! To me!" [Liber AL, I:62] "Sing the rapturous love-song unto me! Burn to me perfumes! Wear to me jewels! Drink to me, for I love you! I love you. I am the blue-lidded daughter of sunset; I am the naked brilliance of the voluptuous night-sky. To me! To me!" [Liber AL, I:63-65]</i><br />
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It's 3am...again. Some call it the witching hour, or the devil's hour. I'm almost always awake at this hour. Does that mean I'm a witch? Or in league with the devil? I think I should leave those questions for another time, another story...<br /><br />I roll over and look at you, sleeping so peacefully. You look young and innocent sleeping, your head on the pillow, your hand tucked under it, the cares of life and the stresses of work erased from your features. A relaxed face, the stubble that you will gripe about in the morning, because it's starting to turn grey. The stubble that I love to feel against my thighs when you take command of my body with your mouth. <br /><br />Life has been hard lately though. Work for both of us has become stressful, we've gotten lost in the day-to-day mire of jobs, aging parents, caught up in the rat race of letting others dictate our time and energy. Maybe that's what woke me up. The deep thoughts in the middle of the night. I miss our carefree time together. I miss the man who tells me to kneel at his feet and take him in my mouth when he walks in the door. I miss the me that wantonly does so and takes you as deep into my mouth as possible, and then a little bit more just because it pleases you and I love pleasing you.<br /><br />As I look at you lying in bed, I discover that I miss that most of all...I miss *us*. Where did we go? How did we lose the all important us? Thinking about it in this darkest hour of night, I realize...it doesn't matter how we got here. It's getting back that's important. <br /><br />With that in mind, I slowly pull back the covers and look at your perfection; because to me, you are perfect. Even in your sleep, even with the innocent look on your face, I know better. I know that you are the man who has always been able to command my attention; with a single look, a softly spoken word, a solitary touch...and I melt into your power.<br /><br />Looking at you now, the light down low so it won't disturb you, but I am about to disturb you in a way that I hope will please you. I need us back again...so I will serve you. You are deep in sleep and I pause, wondering if what I'm about to do will piss you off, or help bring us back to center. Doing nothing will get us nowhere, so what have I got to lose?<br /><br />I run my hand gently up your thigh, you shift slightly but you're still fast asleep. I cup your balls and your cock in my hand. You're soft and pliant...it's too early for your usual morning wood. I lean down and lick you, gently taking all of you into my warm moist mouth. You taste so wonderful. I love the feel of you in my mouth all soft, and the fact that I can actually take all of you this way, it makes me moan, it makes me hungry for more. I start to get lost in the feeling of you in my mouth when your hand lands on my head and I hear a sleepy grumble.<br /><br />"Fuck baby, what....ah shit..."<br /><br />Your voice gets lost in a gravely moan and your fingers start gripping my hair. You've gotten so hard in my mouth and I can't stop what I've started...even if I wanted to. I'm lost in the feeling of pleasing you. You shift your legs to give me better access and you whisper, "You know what to do, do it."<br /><br />A shiver rakes through my body because it's "that" voice...the voice I haven't heard in so long, the voice that makes me melt and my insides puddle and start to drip down my thighs. I let my saliva flow freely so that I can do that thing you love so well. My hand is coated now, slippery and my fingers squeeze your balls in the way to your perineum, stroking until you shudder slightly. A single finger finds your tight hole, pushes in slowly; your hips thrust driving your cock deeper into my mouth, a growl escapes your lips. You open slowly to my probing while I release your cock and suck your balls into my mouth, laving them with my tongue, sucking gently.<br /><br />A second finger joins the first in your ass and I feel your prostate.<br /><br />"C'mon babygirl, you know what to do."<br /><br />I melt a little more as I release your balls with a pop, and fall on your cock once more. Two fingers in your tight ass, slowly stroking your prostate, while I take you as deep into my mouth and throat as I can. You stroke my cheek, and then twine your fingers in my hair again, not forcing me, but not letting me up either. Your subtle control, always what drives me over the edge. I growl deep in my throat, vibrating against your cock, your hips thrust your cock deeper into my mouth while each movement rubs my fingers over your sweet spot inside.<br /><br />I hear your deep groans as your hips continue to buck against me, and then you stiffen and with a growl of warning, you are salty sweet in my mouth. I don't let go, I savor it like the sweetest ambrosia because to me that's exactly what it has always been. My mouth softens on the now sensitive head of your cock, my tongue gently laving your shaft, cleaning every drop.<br /><br />"Oh, sweet babygirl, I've missed that. I've missed you. Where'd this come from?"<br /><br />I can't look at him. I'm still a little lost. "I've missed us. We got lost and I need you. I need you to need me."<br /><br />He gathers me in his arms, "Babygirl...I know life has been hard lately. I need you so much. I'm sorry I haven't shown you that. But you've given me the best reminder. Now I need you to lay back and let me give you some more of what you need."<br /><br />And that's exactly what he does. His fingers, his tongue, his cock, possess every square inch of me and I know once again that I belong and am cherished.<br /><br /> As we cuddle up together, just about to drift off to sleep, I hear his soft voice as he strokes my head, "And next week, when I come home from work, you'd best be waiting at the door for me wearing nothing but a smile."<br /><br />I drift off to sleep knowing we're okay.<br /><br /><br />Both story and image:<br />
© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2014Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216716377636125636.post-45703537761752576202014-07-27T10:33:00.001-07:002014-07-27T10:33:52.011-07:00Heart Flutters<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Anticipation...<br />
The journey of going<br />
Where will the tortuous enveloping pain take me this time?<br />
How can I serve?<br />
How will you use me?<br />
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Expectation...<br />
The edge of knowing<br />
The implements of my pleasure...pain...pleasure<br />
The wonder of letting go<br />
The power of submitting<br />
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Suspense...<br />
The power of you<br />
To crawl inside my mind and fuck it like the last thing on earth<br />
The magic of dominance<br />
The power of the dance<br />
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Excitement...<br />
The beauty of nature<br />
Inspiring visions of creativity and art; lust and longing<br />
The feel of the thorns<br />
The smell of the rose<br />
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Promise...<br />
Of stimulating conversation<br />
Sharing the essence of who we are, where we want to go, what we want to be<br />
The vision of you, of me, of us<br />
The longing of anticipation...<br />
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You have me wrapped around your finger as you lead me to bed<br />
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Between the sheets you touch my body<br />
As you devour my mind with your wicked thoughts<br />
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Between the synapses of my scattered feelings<br />
You destroy my preconceived notions of pleasure<br />
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Between my thighs there is a place yearning to be filled<br />
As you indulge in the very essence of my being<br />
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Between one breath and the next<br />
You have taken me to the brink of destruction, the edge of rapture, that place that is between<br />
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Torn from the very center of my being<br />
Forced upon me, one on top of another<br />
There is no longer a you or a me, there is only the never-ending orgasm<br />
Until I lay drenched and sated<br />
Relaxing into the moment, the afterglow of primal sex<br />
Feeling there is no more within me<br />
Minutes pass and my body convulses with the pleasure tearing through me once again<br />
Even though there is no further stimulation<br />
A smile upon your lips, understanding what you have done<br />
More time passes and another convulsion as yet another orgasm rips through me<br />
A gentle touch of your hand as you quiet me<br />
Moments go by and a ripple spreads through me as I release yet again<br />
Your hand resting on me as you own what you have done to me<br />
Another stretch of time, the clock ticking and another paroxysm engulfs my body<br />
You watch with satisfaction<br />
What feels like hours later and another eruption pours through me in waves of unending pleasure<br />
You hold me as I circle earth’s orbit, knowing you have taken me there.</div>
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The soft outer petals gently open to expose the precious flower.</div>
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The inner petals releasing the essence of the perfume that draws him in.</div>
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A finger gently touching, aiding the flower to open more fully to his demands.</div>
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Dipping into the secret folds until the moisture is liberated from the depths.</div>
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Stroking in and out, the dewy folds blossom, inviting a deeper possessive taking.</div>
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Bending down, his tongue touches the extract, licking the sweet ambrosia.</div>
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Penetrating fingers claim the center as tongue devours.</div>
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Lips encompass the bud and suckles.</div>
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Pressure building inside.</div>
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The flower plump and ready to give all.</div>
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Quivering petals rescued from the chains of desire.</div>
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The elixir of pleasure bursts forth across his waiting lips.</div>
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Fingers plunging, in and out, tongue lapping the elixir of delight.</div>
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Peace descends on the precious flower, petals relaxed and open, waiting for the piercing claim that starts it all again.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216716377636125636.post-60092230133401292782014-01-09T18:30:00.000-08:002014-01-10T18:40:53.768-08:00In The WoodsI got lost in the woods last night.<br />
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I followed the sounds of the quiet,<br />
Listening for the vibrations of solitude.<br />
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I was found in the woods last night.<br />
Spied upon from afar, behind a tree;<br />
Following my presence in the deep darkness.<br />
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I got lost in the woods last night.<br />
I felt the fresh spring moss with my fingers<br />
Trailing along the trunk of a tree.<br />
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I was found in the woods last night.<br />
Arm around my middle, hand across my mouth,<br />
Feeling the sharp staccato of my heartbeat.<br />
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I got lost in the woods last night.<br />
Adrenaline pumping in my veins;<br />
A hard body pressed against mine.<br />
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I was found in the woods last night.<br />
A solid chest against my back melting something deep inside;<br />
A whisper in my ear, "Do you want to play?"<br />
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I got lost in the woods last night.<br />
A quiet nod against the hand holding me still;<br />
A deep laugh bubbling from the chest pressed against me.<br />
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I was found in the woods last night.<br />
Lips finding mine, hands removing clothes;<br />
Leading me to a tree, rope waiting.<br />
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I got lost in the woods last night.<br />
Bindings holding me together,<br />
Knots digging deep into my psyche.<br />
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I was found in the woods last night.<br />
Quiet murmurs of encouragement,<br />
Hands caressing me, crawling inside my head.<br />
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I got lost in the woods last night.<br />
Adrift in the sea of sensations;<br />
Lashings twitching across my sensitive skin.<br />
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I was found in the woods last night.<br />
A hand holding me firmly to the earth;<br />
A voice keeping me close to ground.<br />
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I got lost in the woods last night.<br />
Flying through the velvet darkness<br />
Soaring ever closer to the edge of oblivion.<br />
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I was found in the woods last night.<br />
Tethered in place by rope and whip;<br />
Marked by cane and hand.<br />
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I got lost in the woods last night.<br />
There was no up or down, neither here nor there;<br />
Only beautiful enveloping pain in the depth of night.<br />
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I was found in the woods last night.<br />
Released by pain and by pleasure;<br />
Hands and mouth taking me to the edge.<br />
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I got lost in the woods last night.<br />
The pressure building and overwhelming;<br />
Screams of passion, pleas for the ultimate release.<br />
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I was found in the woods last night.<br />
As the light of dawn crept through the shadows;<br />
Liberation of orgasmic oneness poured through my veins.<br />
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I got lost in the woods last night.<br />
Until my soul was discovered<br />
And returned to me whole.<br />
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I was found in the woods last night.<br />
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Shadows of slippery sex.<br />Shallow slopes of seduction.<br />Shameful stretches of suction.<br />Shrewd stations of strangeness.<br />Shabby sheik of silence.<br />Shakti of swaying sibilance.<br />Sheer shout of safety.<br />Shiny serenades of service.<br />Shimmy settles slowly.<br />Shipwrecked souls of satisfaction.<br />Shiver sessions of satiety.<br />Shocking sexpot of severity.<br />Shy sounds of serenity.<br /><br /><br />© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2014<div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216716377636125636.post-75597690898101913372014-01-05T21:35:00.000-08:002014-01-05T21:37:08.728-08:00Eyes<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0S9gh9-je94sr6p_lgHWc-Rx8zzLsf3xRJohaTN-zQMCui76SE1Za8SFJiQX7FDfN1_ZG5CmHycMdANpQ1qqxMNOR029MqF9WYFS5CnNpP02UM96I5zPzPHHWH_F7WcTTcGMciKYXzhI/s1600/DSC_1670.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0S9gh9-je94sr6p_lgHWc-Rx8zzLsf3xRJohaTN-zQMCui76SE1Za8SFJiQX7FDfN1_ZG5CmHycMdANpQ1qqxMNOR029MqF9WYFS5CnNpP02UM96I5zPzPHHWH_F7WcTTcGMciKYXzhI/s1600/DSC_1670.jpg" height="400" width="268" /></a>The eyes have it. <br />
The depth of shadow that draws me in.<br />
To dive deep into the well of you. <br />
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The eyes have it. <br />
The lightness of laughter that lifts me up. <br />
To climb higher to the summit of you. <br />
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The eyes have it. <br />
The knowledge of thoughts that reel me in. <br />
To swim in the understanding of you. <br />
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The eyes have it. <br />
The intensity of passion that seeks me out. <br />
To breathe life into my submission to you. <br />
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The eyes have it. <br />
The joy of delivering the pain that lulls me. <br />
To bask in the beauty of connection with you. <br />
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The eyes have it…. <br />
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© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2014<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216716377636125636.post-72408355590113125952013-06-11T17:42:00.000-07:002013-06-11T17:42:17.417-07:00Seductress<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Let loose the passions hiding in your soul<br />My jesses held tight in your hand as you guide me through the darkness<br /><br />Gloved hands to protect from my fierce talons<br />You savor the bite of my claws as you inflict the beautiful pain that sets me free<br /><br />Your hand ruffles the feathers of my breast<br />Causing me to focus solely on your presence, your ownership of my movements<br /><br />I am blind to all you do to me but trusting<br />You to lead me through the valley of my desires and longings, feeding me morsels that fuel my desires<br /><br />I settle into the rhythm of our journey<br />Proud and fierce creature you have captured, I yield to you, trained to your hand alone<br /><br />You remove my hood so that I can fly<br />Your hands on my flesh take me ever deeper into the sweet bliss of oblivion<br /><br />As I ride the thermals of building cravings<br />You soar with me, guiding the direction of my flight, taking me where only we can go<br /><br />I am lost in the sensations you take me through<br />Knowing I am cherished for giving you control over a fierce and amazing creature<br /><br />You lead me ever higher toward ecstasy<br />Until you choose to call me back to earth where I land gently in your cradling arms<br /><br /><br />© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2013<div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216716377636125636.post-51513236304429238252013-03-06T06:29:00.001-08:002015-02-01T12:56:43.129-08:00Swimming in the Dark<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We go swimming in the shadows of our thoughts<br />
Diving deep into the limpid pools of longing <br />
Searching out the urges of taboo where our souls reside <br />
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Your fingertips glide over my flesh in bare whispers <br />
Raising the gooseflesh of passion on tortured skin <br />
You read me like the finest erotic novel in braille <br />
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One hand on my throat holding me still <br />
The fingers of the other buried in my center <br />
Releasing the essence of my need as you bite at my breast <br />
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You enter me slowly stoking the fires of need <br />
Taking what is yours in the moment of our melding <br />
Stroking to the depths of my soul claiming my secrets <br />
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The thoughts of our minds mingle in dark places <br />
Feeding the passion of our bodies until light overwhelms us <br />
And ecstasy completes us in the screams of fulfillment <br />
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© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2013<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216716377636125636.post-90252167606125964772013-03-05T17:57:00.001-08:002013-03-05T17:57:13.984-08:00It's Raining Today<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Like the tears falling from my eyes<br />It washes away the feelings of loss<br /><br />A soft gentle rain<br />Watering the earth so that new growth will come<br />Cleansing away the debris of what might have been<br /><br />A dark but embracing sky<br />Where water falls, enveloping me in its arms<br />Letting me know that I am never alone<br /><br />There is life all around me<br />I am one with the earth, the sky, the elements<br />The sun, the moon, the gentle breeze<br /><br />It talks to me<br />Healing the hurt of my soul<br />Letting me know that I am part of something bigger<br /><br />It’s raining today<br />A beautiful rain that brings new life<br />A wondrous thing washing away my tears<br /><br /><br />© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2013<div>
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Heart cast adrift<br />
Wandering, wondering<br />
What is to be<br />
Where will it lead<br />
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Will there be joy and beauty<br />
And shared reverie<br />
Will there be soulful connection<br />
In the delicacy of painful release<br />
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The heart is a flower<br />
Needing light and love<br />
Nurture with sustenance<br />
Hope and devotion<br />
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Wrapped in cocoon<br />
Of my own gentle making<br />
Retreat to the safe place of comfort<br />
Guarded hope for desired awakening<br />
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Stretch forth from enveloping safety<br />
Wings spread to dry in blossom of color<br />
Longing paints patterns of bruises<br />
Whispers of desire are a rosy flush<br />
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Captured in the net of heavens promise<br />
Spread out and pinned like the rarest specimen<br />
Craving the touch of his hand<br />
Devotion to the beauty she willingly gives<br />
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Cling to the dream of rapture unleashed<br />
Kneel at the feet of Elysian ecstasy<br />
Offering all that i have<br />
Waiting and wondering <br />
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Where will my heart land<br />
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Come in, let me take your coat, you're going to be here a while.<br />
You have baggage? No worries, let me help you unpack.<br />
Ah, you're ashamed of what you're carrying around.<br />
That's okay, we all have some of that.<br />
Let's unpack it now and get it out of the way.<br />
No, no, you don't get to hide. I won't allow that.<br />
You won't have any secrets from me.<br />
Shh, shh, shh, it's alright. I'm here.<br />
I'll hold you close. I'll protect you.<br />
You have monsters? That's okay. You'll meet mine too.<br />
Oh, that doesn't scare you?<br />
Well, we'll see how that goes.<br />
Now, lets get to that baggage.<br />
I'm not letting you go, you know.<br />
Trust that.<br />
I can't promise that there won't be pain.<br />
We're living after all.<br />
But I will never intentionally harm you.<br />
Oh, you trust that already.<br />
Good girl...now lets get to that baggage.<br />
I'll hold you tight while you unpack.<br />
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Writing © Dawn C. Davis ~ 2013<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216716377636125636.post-44591293151550849372013-02-20T19:35:00.000-08:002013-02-20T19:35:24.452-08:00Sacred and Profane: The Whore In ContextI have worked hard in my life to take back the meanings of various words that were used in derogatory or demeaning ways; like slut, cunt, and bitch. I embrace these words now and when someone chooses to use them in a derogatory or demeaning fashion toward me, they tend to get rather flustered and the wind removed from their sails, when I look at them with a big grin and say, "Thank you."<br /><br />Here is the article in full. It's well worth the read. Following are excerpts that touched me specifically, and also the etymology of the words Sacred and Whore.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.ericfrancis.com/issues/0211/context.html">Sacred and Profane: The Whore in Context</a>, by <i>Eric Francis</i><br /><br />Excerpts:<br /><br />...She is any woman who can surrender enough of her personal identity into an erotic experience that the Goddess may be experienced directly through her. In a society where God is purported to be a man, this is the issue.<br /><br />You may recognize the sacred whore as the lover who does not put a bargaining value on her sexual favors. You may notice that she is unusually responsive to your specific needs for pleasure or comfort.<br /><br />...In summary, she is a woman who truly feels good about sexual pleasure, who understands and accepts that it is necessary, and who is not bound by the conventional rules of society. She is a woman who decides for herself when it comes to her own sexuality. Many, many women aspire to this, often secretly.<br /><br />...The word sacred, from the same root as sacrifice, means worthy of religious veneration, as opposed to profane, which means cast outside the temple. Interesting that the word venerate has as its root Venus, who is the goddess of love and the patron of courtesans. What is sacred and profane thus have a lot to do with who decides where the temple is, and who determines what's allowed in its doors.<br /><br />...We might also consider the word whore. American Heritage features a prominent sidebar in its third edition dictionary, which says that the Indo-European root ka, to like or desire, is the source. "From the stem karo derived from this root came the prehistoric Common Germanic word horaz with the underlying meaning 'one who desires' and the effective meaning adulterer. From this word came the Old English word hore, the ancestor of Modern English whore. The same stem produced the Latin carus, 'dear', from which came Modern English caress, cherish and charity, the highest form of love." So remember that when you hear any of these words: they are all part of the same word group as whore.<br /><br />"Contact with East Indian culture has added yet another pair of derivatives from this Indo-Eropean root to the English language," the editors continue. "From the stem kamo came the Sanskrit word kamah, 'love, desire', from which are derived the English borrowings Kama, 'the Hindu god of Love,' and Kamasutra, 'a Sanskrit treatise on the rules of love and marriage according to Hindu law'."...<br /><br />So there you have it. I hope that you read the article. It is truly fascinating.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216716377636125636.post-46994386247188026792013-02-20T19:32:00.000-08:002014-10-27T22:23:42.749-07:00Decadent Darkness<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Juicy sweet decadent darkness<br />
Luscious tasty pleasurable pain<br />
The ambrosia of delight<br />
Is getting lost in your touch<br />
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Smooth like delectable chocolate<br />
The softness of you in my mouth<br />
Pleasing you, pleasuring you<br />
Falling into the abyss of your commands<br />
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Hunger like a ravening animal<br />
Passions stirred beyond reason<br />
Taking it, accepting it<br />
Embracing the sweetness of pain<br />
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Hands molding the responses<br />
Of this body in submission<br />
Teeth rending the screams from my throat<br />
Lost in the beauty of your touch<br />
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Flying ever skyward<br />
Heaven surrounding us<br />
The stars enfolding us<br />
Soaring without wings<br />
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Lost in the dance<br />
Your dominance, my submission<br />
Floating in decadence<br />
Surrender to a higher calling<br />
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We answer the call without fear<br />
We heed the call with open trust<br />
We travel where it takes us<br />
Or be forever lost.<br />
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