Embrace Your Wild – Let Cheating Be Your Freedom

You were caught cheating.

You started a blog, the purpose of which is self-flagellation .

Wow, you are really rough on yourself.

For what?

Parking your pecker in a strange place?

This is the problem with the puritanical construct of monogamy. Monogamy is not natural.

We aren’t meant to deprive ourselves of pleasure because a bunch of religious cultist founded a country.

You cheated, you made a perceived mistake, which by the way you didn’t, BIG FUCKING DEAL!

No matter what your motivation, no matter what drove you to the act, you did it, you fucked another human being – it is over, move on. You didn’t take a life. You didn’t commit genocide, you followed a natural desire for pleasure. An innate desire that a bunch of hypocritical moralist tell you, you should deny yourself.

You are going to see a brain butcher. For what? There is no profit for the head-shrinker if you get better. Your continued guilt is a steady source of income for someone who is either masturbating to your affairs, or having one him or herself.

Stop going to counseling, it is both a waste of your time and your money.

If forgiveness is what you seek, then forgive yourself. Although, forgiveness for fulfilling your desires is just plain stupid. If only you understood, there are so many people being unfaithful. They realize that faithfulness is nothing more than a silly construct of a society intent on controlling the masses.

Why you told your spouse, if you did, is beyond me. Telling her only hurt her. The perception that it would alleviate your guilt is incorrect. If anything, there is now even more guilt. The guilt that is the end product of your selfish confession. Ignorance is often times bliss. What one does not know, can not cause pain.

On the other hand, if you were caught, then the odds are good you wanted your liaisons to be exposed. It is very easy to covertly have an affair. Being found out is usually a sign that you want out of the relationship, you just aren’t being honest with yourself, or probably more likely, you don’t have the guts to leave.

Does everyone cheat? No.

Do most married couples cheat? Yes.

Marriage is not a fulfilling proposition --- it is a chain, shackling one to a life of not only monogamy, but worst, monotony.

Imagine, just one food for the rest of your life?

Imagine, just one beverage to drink, one pair of pants to wear, one suit, one shirt?

Imagine, just one soap to use, shampoo, toothbrush?

If you are a man, imagine only tasting the emanations of one vagina for years, or even decades. Do you know that all women taste different. One beautiful, succulent snatch isn’t the same as the other. They have a different scent, a different taste, a different feel, and they all respond differently to your touch.

Imagine, having your cock sucked the same way two to three times a month, if that often.

Imagine, the same boring sexual position time after time?

Imagine, never savoring what another woman tastes like, feels like, moves like….

Just the same over, and over, and over, and over…

If you are a woman, imagine having to look at and touch the same cock each and every time you have sex? Think about the same size and shape filling you time after time. No variety, no change of pace. And imagine, having the same taste in your mouth, each and every time. Like women, all men taste different, feel different, have a different scent, make you respond differently and respond differently to you.

Variety is what makes life worth living. Think of how incredible it would be to have a different lover several times a week. A new scent, a new taste, a new position, a new shape, a new size… something exciting and different with each and every encounter.

That is what sex should be about… as many different lovers, as many different positions, as many different passions and many different experiences over the course of a lifetime.

If you have cheated, get out of the relationship if you are still there. You cheated for a reason, no matter what that reason is, you weren’t meant to be in that relationship.

Forgive yourself, move on, be happy with the person you are in the here and now. And, stay the fuck away from monogamous relationships. Monogamy is NOT a natural state.

Life is way too short to be beating yourself up. Cheating has set you free.

Remember, say no to monogamy and enjoy the pleasure the flesh does surely hold. And never settle for just one.

The True Christ vs The Myth

The world is being led to damnation by man.

It is he who does evil.

It is he who does harm.

It is his methods that lead to hell.

Man has ruled the world for centuries. His goals; power, money and control. To achieve these ends he has used the symbol of his perceived strength — his almighty cock. He has used this appendage to denigrate, defile and dis-empower women. By creating a pacifist savior, one who would rather turn the other cheek instead of engaging in battle for honor, powerful men have turned the masses to sheep.

It was only a matter of time before the one true God sent a daughter to rescue the world. A daughter who will shatter the mythical tales of the false Christ.

Through her, women will now find the ultimate sexual fulfillment.

Through her, women will discover ultimate sexual desire.

And, most importantly, through her, women will be delivered from the repression of man.

She will lead women into the light. She will lead us from temptation. She will lead us to supreme sexual salvation.

Who is She?

She is the true Savior.

Discover the path today.

A Weekend Of Pornographic Play

It is your birthday. I give you a gift, one that admittedly is more for me than you.

A pair of thong underwear. You are fifty-one years old and have never worn them. You thought they would be uncomfortable.

I offer to take them back. You say no. You lift your skirt and remove your current under garment. You hold it up for a moment, allowing me to gaze the most luscious pussy I have ever seen.

You open each leg of the green apparel. You pull it up your calves, up your incredible thighs and then finally up to your waist. You pull on the cloth that is nestled within your cheeks.
It doesn’t feel that bad you tell me. You hold your skirt up and slowly turn around asking me what I think.

You are a vision. So perfect. I have waited so many years to be with you, each day I have to remind myself of how lucky I am.
I run my hands up your legs. I caress the flesh of your upper thigh.  My hand finds the string like material. I bend you over the couch and open your cheeks. I stare at the satin fabric as it rubs against the inside of your cheeks. Your asshole is looking back at me, barely concealed. For the first time ever, I lower my head, and with the fabric still in place I tongue your hole. You react my bending further forward, inviting me to continue.

For the better part of the next hour I work my mouth around your entire backside. The perfect shape that many men, and women, have admired over the years was now mine. Mine to give attention, mine to care for, mine to worship.


Your moans only stop for a moment and they are to utter but three words. 

“Fuck me hard.”

I slide the fabric to the side and enter you. Immediately, with all of my might, I push myself within. The wet material rubs against my cock as I penetrate you with more force and more vigor than ever had I in the past. As much as I want this to last, I am too excited, too far gone, and within mere moments my come fills you.

My fluid flows from you, and without hesitation, I resume my old positon and start licking your ass and pussy. In no time, I am ready to take you again. This time it isn’t over as quickly. My balls hit your clit with each forward thrust. You start to scream; you tell me you are coming. You command me not to stop.

As your body shutters, I fuck you through your orgasm. The shuttering of your snatch adds to the friction we are generating, soon, I fill you once again.

My cock slides out. So hot is the sight of my come oozing from your insides, soaking your birthday gift, that only a little of it rigidity is lost.

You turn and take me in your mouth. You lick each bit of our passion, and then you rise to your feet and passionately our mouths intertwine.

We don’t leave your house for the entire weekend. How many times we share our passion, I can’t recall, but never, will I forget being with my goddess.

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She Is The Wild

At my desk, I work. 

From the task at hand, the aroma distracts.
Her scent, sweet and subtle.

My head follows my gaze. In front of me, she appears. Framed by soft, shiny hair, eyes so deep, beauty so genuine, my heart, for a moment, ceases beating, then beats much too fast.

More than a decade, it has been.

She speaks, a choir of angels fills the air.

Across the room she glides. The hypnotic sway of her hips controls me. Over her shoulder, a glance is an invitation.

The staircase, she climbs. The uneven gait, to her walk, gives a new rhythm. Her sashay beckons me to follow.

Half way into our ascent, overwhelmed am I. I turn her to face me. Our mouths meet. Inhale her, I do. I imbibe, immediate intoxication, under her spell, again, I fall.


To her legs, my hands explore. Permission I seek, I ask, I am given. Moistness allows unimpeded entry. With feverish haste, within her, my finger explores. One, then two, finds entry. Quickly, I lower my head. The taste, my God, the taste. The finest honey could not be so satisfying, the darkest chocolate so rich, nor the most expensive wine so pleasing --- the true nectar of the Gods is this.

Wider, her body opens. Her scent, overpowering. Faster, I move my hands. 
Panting passion is expressed in earsplitting, salacious screams.

“Fuck me!” she demands.

Our enemies are time and location. I want to, so desperately I desire to again be within. Hopefully, one day I will. Today, I am satisfied delivering.

From her succulent snatch, I take my fingers. Coated with her, I lift to her mouth. From my fingers, she sucks. Within the confines of paradise, I replace them. As I take from within, my fingers glisten. I sample ambrosia.

I need to have her.
I want to have her.
I must feel her around me.

Never, by only giving, have I been so satisfied. Her body is meant for pleasure. Her body is meant for lust. Her very being is meant for unimaginable sin.



That night I sleep. Visions of her flawless, curvaceous body dance in my head – incredible bosom, nipples so tantalizing,  her wet, dripping, inviting, cunt. Her scent, her taste, her soul stirring screams.  Each perfectly memorized, perfectly etched. Each in the present as they were in the past.

Embrace the wild?

She, whom against all else have been measured, was born for the wild, she was born to the wild, she was born to define the wild.  

She is, as she has always been, my wild.

Happy Thanksgiving

All give thanks and prayers

To God The Mother

and

Her Daughter, The New & True Savior

She Commands - I Obey

Her text reads she has been with several men, her instructions are for me to wait in the bed.

I obey.

She enters the darkened room. The moon shines through the large picture window. The reflected rays of the yesterday’s sun backlight her body.

She removes her dress.

Her form is in silhouette.

A surgeon has enhanced her breasts, but what she has forged through intense gym work is still her most enticing feature. My gaze falls from her tits and takes in the protrusion from her back. Even in shadow, the fabric of her undergarment clings to her pronounced gluteal muscles, muscles that have trapped me within her many times.

She puts her fingers in the waistband and lowers her body. Her ass juts out even further and my cock becomes even harder.

No sooner does the material expose her pussy does the scent of sex fill the air.

It matters not how many have deposited within her; each night it is I who experiences nirvana, and it is I who awakes next to the supreme being.

She nears me. She tells me the seed of seven remain within. She did not allow herself to come. She has saved for me with whom to share her pleasure.

She mounts me.

Easily I slide in.

The come of many runs down the shaft of my cock, down my balls and onto the sheets.

She moves up and down, yet I feel little. She leans forward and whispers, “I saved my asshole for you.”

I slip out and she repositions herself. Squatting over me, my cock enters.  The sperm of other’s help, but there is still a bit of resistance as she takes me within.

Her up and down motion quickens, soon that which allowed entrance is dissipated by the friction of her fierce, quick-paced pounding.

She lowers herself down to my pelvic bone.

The muscles of her ass contract.

She straightens her legs.

 

The strength of both her legs and ass are unmatched by any woman, and only the strongest of men. By only my fifth appendage,  my ass rises from the bed. She holds me in this position. Pain and pleasure fill my groin.

She runs her hands through her hair, her head extends back. Her muscles slowly release their hold, bit by bit, my body returns to the bed. By the time I am fully free, the most intense orgasm takes hold of my body, and a stream of come rises high into the air.

She is the wild, and it is her I embrace.

Dear Feminist

 – Victory NOT Equality!

  

We live in an age when a woman does not have to hide her beauty and femininity to be taken seriously.

Women, all women, no matter their body type or appearance, are sexy, sensual, sexual and demand to be taken seriously. Men must no longer be allowed to subjugate a women’s sexuality!

We are no longer in a battle for equality. Equality is not the desired goal. It is time for us to learn that so-called male feminist have been keeping women down.

Men don’t compete for equality and neither should women.

Fourth wave feminism is about victory. It is time to compete to win! 

Scono Sciuto is the voice of Female Erotic Empowerment.

In Scono’s own words:

SSTN: I’m glad you brought up feminism. What exactly does this “fourth wave” feminism term mean?

Scono Sciuto: First off, I didn’t coin the term, but I like it. What I describe in The New Savior, is, as I see it, the fundamental flaw of feminism, this silly concept of wanting to be equal.  Women should  not merely be satisfied with being the equal of men, as a whole, they are superior to men. However, so many feminist are battling for parity — I simply do not understand it, at least the women in the battle.  The men who claim to be feminist do more harm than those that are blatantly  misogynistic.

SSTN: How so?

Scono Sciuto:  They are being deceitful. Because these male feminist don’t want women to realize their true potential.  They want them to be happy with the crumbs of equality.

SSTN: Why do you think that?

Scono Sciuto:  Because they are insecure.  The men, who avow that they are feminist, simply lack strength of self to admit that they are inferior to women.  Therefore, by convincing women that parity is the answer, they keep them repressed.

SSTN: How are these men repressing women if they want them to be equal?

Scono Sciuto:  As I have said, because women are superior.  If you hold back a leader or a champion 

 in any endeavor, aren’t you actually repressing them?

SSTN: Yes, I guess you are.

Scono Sciuto:  So by convincing women to settle for equality, when they are actually superior, these men are in fact repressing women.

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the past IS the present

©2017 Flash fiction prequel to “For God”

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

My mind’s eye, creates the vision.
My soul’s longing, embraces the vision.
My dream state, places me in the vision.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

The air is crisp, we are out for a jog.
Tight shorts, cradle and hug your most incredible form.
Each heel strike, causes your perfectly shaped muscles to flex taut.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

For three miles, I have paced myself slightly behind.
For three miles, I have endured intense arousal.
For three miles, I have only thought of you.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

Into the house, I follow.
To face me, I turn you.
Deeply, I kiss you.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

You tell me, “I need to shower.”
I tell you, “No.”
I want you now, as you are.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

Your shirt, I pull off.
Beaded sweat, shimmers within your cleavage.
My tongue, samples as your sports bra fights to hold.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

Much time, I spend here.
You ask me, “Do you like my tits?”
Nestled between, a muffled, “Yes.”

Away, you push me.
Together, you push bosom.
Their perfection, we both admire.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

Contain myself any longer, I can’t
From your body, I rip your shorts.
As the fabric moves, sweat shines and streaks.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

Both inside and out, wetness greets my hand.
To tell where your inner moisture begins, is not possible.
Insert a finger, I do.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

My head, I lower.
Perfuse perspiration, increases pheromone proliferation.
More powerful than ever, your scent controls me.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

Once again, you push me away.
Onto your hands and knees, you position yourself.
Now before me, is the greatest of all time.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

To my knees, I drop
At the goddess, I worship.
Sweat from your cheeks, my lips absorb.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

Along the crack, moves my tongue.
From the top, lower it journeys.
Your opening, that is my destination.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

You tell me, “I have never had this done.”
I tell you, “I have never done this.”
With no hesitation, I plunge my tongue.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

Loudly, you scream.
Faster, I move.
A part of you never touched, my mouth completely covers.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

Back and forth, your body moves.
With great effort, I keep pace and motion.
Never, does my mouth lose contact.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

Your moans, become screams.
Intensifying, is my action.
My hand, finds your cunt.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

Contact with your clit, my fingers make.
In small circular motions, I move them
Moisture, from within and without, drops to my palm.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

Onto your back, you change position.
Kneeling, I remain.
To my goddess, I continue to show adoration.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

The aroma, from within and without, is more intense.
The scent, that of wanting passion, wafts to my nose.
My head, I lower, inhaling deeper, moving nearer.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

You shift position, legs open a bit more, encouraging me.
Your invitation, greedily, I accept.
Contact, my mouth makes – heavenly, is the taste.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

How long I am here, I don’t know.
Your hands, grasp my hair.
To your head, you pull me, deeply, you kiss me.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

To join with you, once again.
To love you, with my very soul.
Your body commands, “Fuck me,” your voice asks, “Love me?”

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

Within the confines of you, we are again one.
Space between us, does not exist.
The years that have lapsed, are no longer.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

Passion, intersects with want.
Desire, joins with emotion.
Lust and love unite, they have no division.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

My passion, for you, has never waned.
My desire, for you, has never ceased.
My lust, for you, has never weakened.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

As if I am the only one to have existed, you make me feel.
As if no time is as important as this, you make me believe.
Others you have had, but now, I am blessed, you have chosen me.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

Together, we achieve climax.
Together, we profess our love.
Together, again we are – forever and never.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

As was then, it is for a higher purpose for which you have been created.

As was then, it is for a higher cause for which you have been created.

As was then, it is for a higher being for whom you have been created.