Sometimes moaning you’re name just isn’t enough when the moment is over. I want you to feel your name when I say it. There are times you really need to be here. Closed eyes and fantasies are no longer serving their purpose. I want the weakened flesh. I wish you were here….
I would never ask more from you than I am willing to give. I’ve never been an unfair lover. A selfish lover, but never unjust. Never too over powering. Never too much. Because just the right amount is enough. The right amount of? Well, isn’t that the beauty of lovers? The discoveries that are made, the stories that are shared. The right amount is dependent upon how well the bodies connect. How much they connect. The frequency and vibrations. The lover in me is a reflection of you.
My articulation of the situation is not that well-defined, at least to me. The reduction of purely the physical is just not fair to you or to me. There’s more than just the taste of flesh that keeps me reaching out to you. There’s more than just delighted moans that escape in the middle of nights. There’s so much more and I keep limiting you to just these boundaries. It’s to keep the complications of such causalities to a minimum. I am still a woman, an emotionally deprived woman, but nonetheless a woman who has found much more than just sexual comfort in the warmth of your arms. I can clarify any misunderstandings that may arise and keep pacifying you with simple responses, but here I go, when given the opportunity to express myself I shy away and remain defensive. A certain level of protection is needed to continue on this way and the only way I can manage is to keep things the way they are through the maintenance of boundaries. But the truth? The truth is I need you in order to remain sane, in order to remain true to myself because you keep alive the femininity to my being. Does that make sense? With you I reach higher, deeper because you force me to and motivate me. There’s inspiration behind your words and your kisses. You unlock doors for me that would have remained shut had I never took the time to travel with you to lands that were forgotten. To lands that were neglected, you carried a passion that began to nurture and nourish the soil. Fresh soil feels like silk between fingers and I remembered how revived I felt the moment the lands began to taste water. You inspire growth. You inspire passion and a tenderness that I need. And it’s hard for me to let that go because I want to forever belong to you, because I never want to have days were I can’t look over to see the liveliness of all that you are. You are a production. A motion that allows me to feel free. I am free. I am me. And I always want to feel this way.
Again, videos or pictures won't do it justice. You need to go visit. It's inviting your sexuality to be explored. Go in, get aroused and speak freely into your partners' ear about the naughty things you want to do when you get home. I encourage it!
You start off on the second floor, the 1st floor is a sex dungeon with the kinkiest outfits ever. They are for sale. Dominatrix type of kinky 😍. The second floor is supposed to be reminiscent of Studio54. Disco balls. Bars. Sex couches and lines of coke. Fun fun!