Showing posts with label savior. Show all posts
Showing posts with label savior. Show all posts

Sunday, November 26, 2017

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.









Saturday, November 25, 2017

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Friday, November 24, 2017

She Is The Wild




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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.
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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.

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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.

The Perfect Start To The Day

I came out of the bath to find my Angel awake. The covers were drawn back, and she was at the edge of the bed. Her perfect body, free of clothing, greeted me.

She gave me that look, and parted her legs. I understood immediately that I was going to be late leaving her house, hopefully, her husband would be just as late returning. 

I took my place, kneeling before her. As I lowered my head, I ran my hand along her thighs, drawn to the succulent scent emanating from in between, I descended.

My Angel, not feeling well the last few days, was ready this morning.


I sampled from her vaginal chalice, the sweet nectar of my Goddess. For the better part of an hour, my mouth never lost contact.


Is there any more perfect way to start a day?

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

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.
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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.

Monday, November 20, 2017

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.