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Once in a Blue Agave Moon; A Convergence of Many Things, Pt. IX, chapter 26

Posted in Dangerous and Unsavory ideas that are possibly harmful to the weak-mided and overly simplistic and religious, Liason Between Parties, Much Too Good For Children, Once in a Blue Agave Moon, Possibly Dangerous to Everyone on July 28, 2018 by dreamlanddancing

 

“Does anybody else want to address the giant elephant in the room?” Chiana had a feeling that she would be the best person to start the conversation.

“Please do.” said Elliott about the same time that Jed affirmed his support.

“What’s next?” she enquired. “I think we are in agreement about where this is heading, right?” 

They both immediately confirmed her suspicion.

“Well, perhaps the most obvious and pressing question  is whether we want to take it to the next step now. I don’t want Jed to have to be too frustrated, considering his present condition.”

Jed was the first to respond. “As delicious as this feels, believe it or not, I’m enjoying the tension…after all, we’ll only know this state of indeterminacy once…I want you so badly I won’t even try to put it into words, and yet…it’s the not knowing…it’s the anticipation that I started feeling the minute I laid eyes upon you that has me worked up in a way that I haven’t known in a very, very long time.”

“Isn’t that kind of painful? Chiana asked.

“If you mean ‘blue balls’ no… That may be a teenage condition, but it hasn’t affected me in many years.”Jed replied.

“I find it hard to believe that there are too many times you have to wait…that women don’t want to fuck you right away….” she quipped.

“Ahhh…good point, Chiana. When you put it that way, I suppose you’re right” he admitted.

“But this feels very different…and I have a reason for wanting to wait. It’s the ‘Fruit of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil’…and Tantric.”

Jed was feeling he needed to explain more.

“The Fruit is the most singularly amazing and powerful experience I have ever known…it makes acid seem pale by comparison, even though it is overall a much more gentle and natural drug, and doesn’t leave you with that shattered feeling that LSD can invoke.”

“And Tantric will just magnify the entire experience. Believe it or not, as much as I desire you right now, ‘The Fruit’ will change the way you see the world forever, and I am absolutely sure that we will all know when the time is right, and in the meantime…the waiting…the anticipation is positively breathtaking.”

“I want us all to take it together tomorrow.”

Jed suddenly realized that he and Chiana had been talking as if Elliott wasn’t even in the room about the same time that Chiana did.

They both suddenly turned their attention to Elliott and blurted out “How do you feel about all this?” at the same instant, which seemed a bit disarming to Elliott, who thought to himself (“Shit! They’re already finishing each other’s sentences! Why don’t I feel threatened?”)

“We seem to be of one mind…I love you both so much that as much as all of this might be most people’s worst nightmare, I feel exhilarated beyond words…I hope I don’t end up regretting all this, but wherever this takes us, our destinies are inescapable. Here we are. Here and now.”

It had been years since Elliott and Chiana had bothered to take the time to practice Tantric Sex. It’s so easy to become lazy and jaded when you are with the same person for so long. It seems like there’s always tomorrow, and you end up taking each other for granted without ever realizing it.

They spent the rest of the night until well after dawn just touching, kissing and caressing each other. 

Suddenly, every moment was supercharged and hung heavy in the air with portent and significance. Every touch, every sight, glance, sound or nuance was filled with an excitement none of them had known before.

All in all, it felt like everything was exactly the way it was supposed to be.

At least for now; for this present moment, this was all there was.

Of course,

This is all there ever is.

 

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

07/27/2018

Once in a Blue Agave Moon: “…but wait!…there’s More!

Posted in Liason Between Parties, Much Too Good For Children, Novel, NSFW, Once in a Blue Agave Moon on May 13, 2017 by dreamlanddancing

Chapter Seventeen, Part Two

(Jed):

“I have to admit that I’ve lost track of how many languages Amy speaks, but she usually manages to communicate or at least listen to make sure they’re not talking shit about us right under our noses.”

(Leigh-Ann):

”More often than not, somebody involved on the other end tries to ‘re-negotiate’ the deal at the last minute, but you won’t find a better haggler than her; in fact I’ve even seen her raise the price just to teach them a lesson for trying, with all of us ready to walk on her cue. But here’s the really beautiful part…she can argue any angle from either direction, and make it sound like the only option to take.”

“It works like this: she knows how to play the egos of any man she deals with because she always gives them a way to feel good about themselves when they do business with her because she never lets her real intelligence show unless she absolutely has to; but even if she has to put them in their place, she gives them some kind of out so they can pretend to have won by doing what she wanted in the first place.”

“She says that all those psychology courses gave her insights into channelling talents she already possessed.”

“All I can say is that it’s a gift she has; twenty years ago we weren’t exactly the best of friends, but we’ve both learned a great deal since then, and have developed a mutual admiration and I can tell you right here and now that to observe her working a deal is a thing of beauty.” 

“Rebel also brings her tattoo gear along. I don’t think we have ever made a trip out that somebody hasn’t wanted to trade something extremely valuable or desirable for one of her works of art. It’s getting so that people look out for us just to meet her. She has  a growing cult of fans that keep driving up the value of her work.”

“She is more or less considered the visionary artist of the Apocalypse. People are again starting to believe that certain talismans and symbols impart invulnerability to their wearers; hell, she won’t ever consider doing a tat unless she looks into their soul first; she calls it scrying…learned it from her grandmother.”

“But she picked up Wicca after she left Virginia; after her grandma died she started studying Shamanism from the local Cherokee, Algonquin and Chickahominy tribes.”

“There are places we go where we get safe passage just because she is with us. I’m not saying she doesn’t have some kind of miraculous talent, but  the worse that times get, the more that people turn to the Meta realm for protection.”

“Taken on balance, we are something between Santa Claus, a carnival, a traveling medicine, monster truck and gun show, and a flea market, except we are very scrupulous about making sure that everyone feels they got a fair trade for whatever they want, which is usually something nobody else has, or better quality than what is available elsewhere.”

(Rebel):

“We also give a lot of shit away to the locals. If we shoot a wild hog or a deer, we cook for everyone who shows up until it’s all gone. Our barbecues are famous. We also fix fish, ‘gator or frogs when they are available, as well as cabbage palm, which is called ‘swamp cabbage’ here in the Southeast.”

“We like to bring the party with us wherever we go, but the goodwill it generates is something we kind of stumbled onto while we were out on the road.”

 (Jed):

“Nobody with even a little bit of good sense wants to rob or harm us…and if anybody tried, the locals everywhere would come to our rescue (if we actually needed it) because we are loved, needed AND feared.”

(Rebel):

“In fact, about six months ago, this drunk asshole tried to put his hands all over Amy; it was almost sundown…called her a slut and ripped her shirt off…really big guy, a truly intimidating bully…with a very bad rep in that area…got used to getting his way with the locals.”

“He jumped her from behind, but before she could even get up, people came out of nowhere and beat the living shit out of him. They hog-tied him and said they were going to lynch him right then and there.”

“I sure didn’t have any problem wth that; if they hadn’t grabbed him first I would have taken him out right then and there, but Jed stepped up and told them all to stop…the guy was already beat so bad that I doubted that he could have survived anyway, but Jed not only talked them out of it, but then he had Leigh-Ann treat his injuries, set his broken bones and even gave him antibiotics.”

“I thought Jed was nuts at first; called him a pussy for not standing up for Amy…(not in front of anyone else of course) but I didn’t see the logic in doing that. I thought it would hurt our rep, but the guy also had a family; wife and kids, parents, brothers and sisters.”

“So Jed starts talking to what was for all intents and purposes a very self-righteous lynch-mob. The guy was still unconscious and bleeding very badly. Jed thanked them all for standing up to this guy that had intimidated them all for years…turns out he used to be the sheriff in fact…he praised them for their courage, but then he said ‘look…you proved that you don’t have to fear him anymore, but if you kill him, you better kill his whole family right then and there, ‘cause they will want revenge.’ Then he said mercy is a luxury of the powerful and the wise, and how justice is not compromised by kindness, so give him just one more chance to see the error of his ways.”

“But then Jed added that if he steps out of line just one more time, take out his whole family…even the kids, and if they think they can’t handle it, get on the radio and let him know because we will personally come back and do it ourselves…no mercy, no prisoners, no survivors, and zero possibility for revenge.”

“We stayed on until he was well enough to understand we meant business, and made sure his whole family knew the consequences if they didn’t all behave. His parents were elderly, and embarrassed by him because they already knew he was a cruel piece of shit. They were old-fashioned Southern Baptists, so Jed knew just how to  appeal to their Christian values, and the rest of the family was just glad to still be alive.”

“Now every time we go back there, the locals all come to Jed for advice, like he was fuckin’ Solomon or something, but that story has made the rounds all  over Florida, so most people know not to fuck with us,”

“A few have tried…but….(Jed’s voice trails off as he stares at Chiana.)

(Leigh-Ann smiles slightly, looks down and shakes her head, sighs, and resumes control):

“Rebel even does a full-body armor tattoo that involves having the subjects allow themselves to be bitten by a rattlesnake before she soul-gazes into their eyes in a sweat lodge.

“Apparently, it’s part of an Apache warrior’s ritual with just a touch of Yakuza and a dash of VooDoo.”

“She’s become the closest equivalent  to a rock star that these times have produced…so far…except for the ArchAngels, who were already famous.”

Elliott and Chiana exchanged glances at the mention of the ArchAngels; they had become fans of the band before the Armageddon Virus hit the reset button on all Western Civilization up to that point.

(Elliott):

“The ArchAngels!…are they still around?”…I mean, after the shit hit the fan, that was pretty much the end of mass media, I thought.”

(Leigh-Ann just laughed as she shook her head, smiling and wetting her lips with her tongue as she rolled her eyes.):

“Well, yes, as far as national sales of just about anything like that, I’d say you were right, but…but just stop to consider that where they live, they are the local talent…well, there’s a lot more to that story to be covered later. I didn’t mean to take us so far off topic just yet.”  There was a glimmer of a sly smile as she re-directed the conversation back to her original destination.

 

Chazz Vincent

05/13/2017

 

Once in a Blue Agave Moon: A Modest Proposal

Posted in Dangerous and Unsavory ideas that are possibly harmful to the weak-mided and overly simplistic and religious, Economic Redistribution, Liason Between Parties, Much Too Good For Children, Once in a Blue Agave Moon on April 3, 2017 by dreamlanddancing

 

Chapter Fourteen

Don’t forget that Elliott was there to witness Jed introduce himself to Chiana. He was also there to watch Jed, just by virtue of being his natural self, not only become completely distracted, but to also find himself speechless in the presence of his wife, who appeared to be equally spellbound by Jed.

There was nothing contrived within it, no way to rehearse for the performance. It was  true, and real, and honest. It would be safe to say that the four people who were there were equally unprepared and surprised.

There was nothing Jed did to provoke what happened, at least consciously, and nothing that could be said in derision of Chiana’s reactions, which were equally honest and without fault.

Most people would be angry, or feel threatened, but Elliott and Chiana were most definitely not most people, and that connection between Jed and Chiana was something that could neither be denied nor ignored.

It just was.

It would take some time to adjust to this most recent development, but in the meantime, jealousy and insecurity would only confuse and confound their abilities to reconcile it.

In the awkward silence that followed, suddenly Leigh-Anne snapped them all out of it In a way that only she seemed to be able to do.

“Soooooo…Jed, was there a question in there, somewhere, or were you about to make a point of some kind about something?”

“…uh…I’m sure there was, but for the life of me, I can’t remember….” Jed grinned sheepishly, but gave no evidence of any feelings of guilt. Neither he nor Chiana had any reason to feel guilty, and they knew Elliott well enough to know that full disclosure was the only acceptable mode of operation.

“Pleased to meet you, Jed.” Chiana said as she held out her hand to Jed.

“Likewise, Chiana” He said as he politely took her hand as one might do at a formal dinner, and then very ceremoniously bowed at the waist, and lightly kissed her hand. Chiana hoped no one could see the shiver that ran up her spine and down to her most tender parts.

There was no way that any of them could un-remember what they had just  watched take place.

“Well!, What a relief! And to think that I was worried that you two wouldn’t get along…”  Elliott managed to find a way to give them all an opportunity to laugh, albeit somewhat uncomfortably, which effectively de-fused the bomb.

It was also his way of letting everyone know that, in addition to not being blind or stupid, that he possessed the wherewithal to remember that Jed was his best friend, as was his wife Chiana.

When we try to fight or resist the reality of our present circumstances, we not only create, but we also guarantee our own misery.

When we embrace anything less than the plain, unvarnished truth, we invite falsehood, delusion, and self-deception.

The actions we choose, as well as the emotions that give birth to those actions will compel the  outcome of what will follow more than any other single factor.

Sometimes we succeed in the face of what had looked like inevitable failure by way of extraordinary effort, or of sheer dumb luck, and no effort, but whatever happens, the only way we can ever hope to find any peace, as well as the love we deserve is to accept the Here and Now, and then govern our actions accordingly in the present moment.

We have no control over the Past, but even if you believe you can prepare for your future, you have to accept what is, as it is now.

The Heart seeks what the heart wants, despite the rules or conventions our minds try to create so as to deny what is out of Fear of what might be.

“Elliott, where ever are our manners? I’m sure our friends must be hungry and thirsty after their ride here…” Chiana was quick to follow Elliott’s lead.

“I don’t want to sound pushy, but I also think we could use a nice hot bath, but if you can tolerate eight hours worth of accumulated sweat and road grime long enough to let us eat and drink first, we would love a meal.” Rebel said as she and Amy walked up together. “As I remember, Doc is one hell of a good cook.”

“Absolutely! There’s plenty to drink, and I barbecued last night, so you can have your pick of ribs, brisket, chicken, roast pork or gator tail.” Elliott said.

“And we also have sweet tea, ice water, and plenty of fresh fruit  juices, or I can make coffee for anyone who wants it” Chiana added. “but no more soft drinks…unfortunately, sometimes I get a craving for a Coke, or a ginger ale, but…I guess they was just more corollary damage from the Armageddon Virus…..”

“Plus we have home-brewed beer, a few varieties of wine, and what can pass for any kind of whiskey you like.” Elliott said as he waved his hand toward the buildings that occupied their compound.

“So I hear. Did you know that you have a very elite cult following of admirers of your distilled spirits?” Jed asked.

“Really? I have bartered and traded a few gallons here and there for materials and supplies or parts when we needed something we couldn’t make or do without, but I always do our business off-premises and I don’t even want anybody to know where we are, or what we do here.”

“Trust me, Elliott; it was not easy find you. I have spent the last six months trying to track you down, before I even realized it was you, but let’s talk about all that later after we get out of this hot sun…oh and by the way Chiana, If you want any kind of soft drink…even Yoo Hoo or Squirt, I can probably get it for you  ” 

“Really? Weren’t all those bottling plants shut down?” she queried.

“They were, but they’re still some large caches of all sorts of things in warehouses that can be bartered; I have developed a network of suppliers and buyers for almost anything you can think of, or desire. It is at least part of the reason we came here, but not the most important one, by any means.”

“Perhaps we can discuss it at length when we get inside while we eat.” Chiana gently placed her left hand behind Jed’s right bicep to gently grasp the inside of his arm as she began to walk with him.

“Well then, just follow us and we’ll get y’all fed before we give you the grand tour.” Elliott was smiling faintly at Chiana and Jed as he turned to Amy, Rebel, and Leigh-Anne. As he walked a few steps backward, he gave them the sign to follow him, palm up hand extended making an arc up toward his face. 

“What about my dog?” Rebel asked. “He’s well-trained, and gets along with  people and other animals as long as they behave themselves.”

“No problem” said Elliot. “He’ll fit in fine with our critters, and we have plenty for him to eat too. Did I hear you call him Mordecai?”

“Yeah, that’s right, it’s supposed to mean ‘Warrior’  but once I introduce you to him we’ll all be fine.”

Rebel called Mordecai over and they all did “touch” to introduce themselves before they went into the kitchen/dining area.

 

Chazz Vincent

03/02/2017

 

Once in a Blue Agave Moon: All Things Return to the One

Posted in Dangerous and Unsavory ideas that are possibly harmful to the weak-mided and overly simplistic and religious, Liason Between Parties, Mature Theme, Much Too Good For Children, Once in a Blue Agave Moon on March 31, 2017 by dreamlanddancing

Chapter Thirteen, Part Four

Rebecca was the real wild card of the trio. She was unknown to Jed, Elliott, or either Amy or Leigh-Anne back when they all knew each other, and at first, Elliott was unnerved by her sudden reappearance. He could think of no obvious explanation as to her connection to them and her presence within the group initially seemed contrived, until he finally put the pieces of the puzzle together.

Most everyone who knew her well called her “Rebel”, but her real name (or at least one of them) was Jeanette Rogers.

Although she and Amy shared the same surname, they could not have possibly been less likely to be related. She had used almost a dozen different aliases over the years, (including her screen name) but she had confided to Elliott that Rogers was her genuine birth name.

She grew up dirt-poor in rural Virginia and had almost no formal education, but loved to read just about anything that caught her surprisingly wide range of interests, although she refused to lose her trademark Southern drawl or her country pride and roots.

Elliott had befriended her at a time when no one else would; when he had no idea that she was in fact slightly rich and formerly famous. She was even more mystified that he made no effort to try to fuck her.

Unfortunately everyone else in her life at that time wanted something from her and drugs, sex and money seemed to be the only way she knew to get people to take her seriously or pay attention to her.

Not that he didn’t want to; he just was in no hurry and at least initially didn’t think he should take advantage of her misfortune and vulnerability.

Besides, he could sense her cynicism and suspicion and knew well enough that that if he didn’t live down to her lowest expectations, she would undoubtedly consider it a challenge.

He was right, of course.

Elliott really had no idea about how famous Rebel really had been, until weeks later, while he was at a video rental store that also maintained an “adult” section in the back when he asked the owner if he had ever heard of her.

It turned out that she had developed such a following (including the store owner) that after she left the business, another actress started using her screen name, despite the fact that they bore absolutely no resemblance to each other.

It turned that she had not only been featured in over two dozen films in which she had starred, but she had also done many appearances with most of the biggest names (and cocks) in the business.

If you cross-referenced her screen name during the time that she was using it, she came up in over one hundred titles.

She later told Elliott that she considered him one of the few real friends she had and the only one whom she trusted.

She had made and lost quite a fortune and reputation in the Adult Film Industry before she walked out on all of it. Ironically, it was Rebel who was the most modest about anyone seeing her nude body, although she was rightly proud of the beautiful single-needle Cholo-style monochrome Tree of Life tattoo that covered her entire back.

Unfortunately, she had undergone one too many breast augmentation procedures, and the surgeries had resulted in irregularities of the surface of her skin that were not as unattractive as she thought they were, but considering she was used to being adored…more accurately, she got paid just to pretend that she so desperately needed to be adored, when in fact, what she did need was recognition, validation, support and encouragement.

Now she airbrushed original artwork on custom motorcycles, had her own tattoo parlor in Fort Lauderdale and raised champion pit bull dogs that provided her more than enough money to be able to live off of after she had wisely invested in a home that was paid for while working as a Porn Star.

All of this, was of course before the Armageddon Virus destroyed the World Banking System.

Once in a Blue Agave Moon: All Things Return to the One

Posted in Dangerous and Unsavory ideas that are possibly harmful to the weak-mided and overly simplistic and religious, Liason Between Parties, Much Too Good For Children, Once in a Blue Agave Moon, Possibly Dangerous to Everyone on March 31, 2017 by dreamlanddancing

 

Chapter Thirteen, Part Two

Leigh-Anne was a nursing student when she and Elliott met. They were incredibly close for several years and were really crazy for each other, but oddly, neither one ever referred to the other as a “boyfriend” or “girlfriend”.

Recently divorced, she was still struggling with balancing her new-found independence vs. companionship and affection. Although they were well-matched in intellect, disposition, and sexual appetites, they always seemed to pair off with someone else from their circle of friends and lovers, only to eventually find themselves back in each other’s arms…or bed.

They both seemed afraid to become a “couple” because they never wanted to have to break up. Years later, Elliott admitted he was slightly intimidated by her.

He knew he had a tendency to engage in outrageous behaviors that usually would drive women out of his life, and it was clear that Leigh-Anne was not willing to be a victim again. More than once she had used Elliott as a “booty-call” if she suddenly found herself alone too late to call anyone else, and he was only too happy to oblige her.

She was bolder and more fearless than most at a time when Elliott had considered the adjective “shameless” to be a genuine compliment, but she seemed immune to infatuation and its concomitant crush, so they developed a deep a abiding friendship (with benefits) long before the term became en vogue, and neither of their significant others acknowledged or understood it.

Elliott knew she would not put up with the kind of bullshit to which he regularly subjected a number of the women in his life, (including Amy) and because he was afraid of loosing her, he could never “seal the deal” and commit, so one day she just walked back into and out of his life like a cool breeze.

Amy had already left Miami for parts unknown, and Leigh-Anne had just come back from an extended vacation. She dropped by, but suddenly apologized that she had only come by to see if she could in fact remain faithful to one man; since Elliott was her “litmus test”, she announced that she was going back out west to get married.

On a certain level, he was flattered, but he was far from pleased.

A few weeks later, he decided to go on the road with a reggae band and didn’t come back for almost eighteen months.

This was about six months after Jed had gotten married; Leigh-Anne was not invited to either the wedding or the reception, even though Elliott was, despite Patty’s objections.

Apparently, Jed put his foot down about inviting Elliott, his best friend, but at the expense of not inviting Leigh-Anne because Jed had made the mistake of admitting to his fiancée that he had “once” slept with her (which was a gross understatement, unless he meant “once upon a time”).

Elliott always believed she would be back someday. Now, years after he had given up on such a hopelessly romantic fantasy, it looked like they might at least have the chance to get some kind of closure…or….?

They lost touch with each other for several years, but he always thought…(perhaps hoped was a better word), that somehow they would get the chance to resolve this unfinished business between them.

Over the years, when they did meet, he learned that she had not only gotten her MSN, but had become quite successful, married well, and had raised her children.

Elliott sensed that the honeymoon was definitely over, but beyond that, he had no clue. It wasn’t that she didn’t love her husband; it was more a matter of being able to see beyond  being someone else’s ideal of the perfect wife, and NO ONE was going to tell her what she could or could not do, including visit “old boyfriends”.

Once her children were gone, she began to travel farther and farther from home for longer times more and more frequently…until the money disappeared.

She could have chosen to sequester herself in their desert home, which was paid for and very well appointed and supplied. She was already prepared for that.

She had experienced a few apocalyptic visions years before, when she and Elliott were close, and they had discussed “what if” almost as if they already knew that something would eventually happen, one way or another.

But when it did, and with a vengeance, safety and security no longer occupied her top priorities. Instead she saw it as an opportunity to experience something dangerous firsthand, as if the world was new again, and it was all happening for the first time.

She had witnessed some of the most dark nights of the soul that Elliott had ever experienced, but wasn’t that surprised hearing that Elliott seemed to have wrangled his way back into the catbird’s seat but had no idea what to expect when she got there.

Elliott had welcomed the leveling effect that the Armageddon Virus had on the world in many ways, and he believed that Leigh-Ann somehow had found a way to leave her comfort zone in style, with sense of class, and with power.

For the first time in over a decade however, he knew he would not feel like a bum when he was around her. They would be on level ground, eye-to-eye, but most importantly, neither one of them would be encumbered by any prohibitions by their significant others as to how far they would choose to take their familiarity and curiosity.

For the first time…ever.

Elliott figured it was probably best to assume that she would not be interested, act accordingly and let her take it to the next step, if that was what she wanted.

After all, that was essentially how it had worked between them from the start. And it would be a win/win no matter what the outcome.

Now that self-sufficiency was more valuable than money, she was self-empowered. But most importantly of all, he trusted her…he always had.

They were never a couple, never broke up per se and yet he knew he still felt more than a little sentimental about whatever it was that they had shared.

Elliott had always tried to be close with at least one nurse or doctor who for whatever reason, chose to take the less-traveled road thereby making themselves accessible to him when he might need them.

From injections to bullet wounds, the ones who weren’t afraid to break, or at least bend the rules seemed to gravitate to Elliott, who was regarded as a something of a fixer who could make things either appear, or disappear when needed, whose only regard for the laws of men was to not get caught.

Some people might be inclined to regard Elliott as opportunistic, but with his reckless judgement, he needed all the help he could get.

He used to consider the company of attorneys in much the same light, but ever since this New-Age Apocalypse had effectively rendered all laws null and void, attorneys were of little use, except as part of the food chain, or blood sport, unless they had somehow managed to leverage some sort of power, or something of perceived value, since few of them were especially adept at the sort of survival skills that determined REAL POWER in a world where wealth and privilege had evaporated overnight.

 

Chazz Vincent

03/30/2017

 

Tell Me Something about Yourself…

Posted in A Dirty Mind is A Terrible Thing To Waste, A Womens Flower, Collaboration, Dangerous and Unsavory ideas that are possibly harmful to the weak-mided and overly simplistic and religious, Fun, His Penis Her Vagina, Humor, Imp Of The Perverse, Jantor To The Temple Of The Holy of Holies, Just For Fun, Liason Between Parties, Mature Theme, Much Too Good For Children, NSFW, Possibly Dangerous to Everyone, Sex, This Thing we do with Words, Vagina with tags , , , , on April 4, 2015 by dreamlanddancing

Tell Me Something about Yourself…

I want to compile a survey of what words each of us consider our term of choice for our own (semi)private parts.

Some time back, I collaborated on a post called “His Penis, Her Vagina” to explore how difficult it is to write “Literotica” without excessive repetition.

Part two of the survey would be to compile a list of your favorite word(s) to describe the naughty parts of the opposite sex.

If more than two people respond, I will post the results.

If you wish to be identified as to your choices, I will post that also.

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

 

My Muses

Posted in Acknowledgement, Appreciation, Collaboration, Dangerous and Unsavory ideas that are possibly harmful to the weak-mided and overly simplistic and religious, Erotic Poetry, Goddess, gratitutde, Jantor To The Temple Of The Holy of Holies, Liason, Liason Between Parties, Love, Mature Theme, Much Too Good For Children, NSFW, Poetry, Possibly Dangerous to Everyone, Sentience, Share The Love, Sorcery, The Knowledge of Good and Evil, The Wisdom, Theater of the Mind, Tsukimono-suji, What You Have Conjured Up, Zen with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 20, 2015 by dreamlanddancing

My Muses

Our souls breathe the same air

somewhere

outside of time and space

resonating

as we breathe out

we inspire each other

as we breathe in

provocative exhalations

evoking visions and dreams,

wonderment and admirations

that just seem to fit so well.

As each pronouncement

of the ideal

of the other

mirrors our own aspirations.

If you can imagine it

you can make it happen.

To hear you describe it

is to desire to be that man

who inspires you

to be that woman.

To read your thoughts

is to feel

your soul

breathing your words into my ear.

Each of you

nurture, heal and inspire

the very best of me,

inspiring me

to do the same for you.

Indulgences

of spirit and flesh

are exchanged

as fluently

as

passing from one hand to the other.

Breathless humours and vapors

of our common consciousness

in mutual resusitation.

 

CuriousClitty

Musings of my curious mind - my sub awakening and more.

Podcast 42

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