iqqi
Master Don Juan
and boy was i the sh!t!!!!
i dreamt that i was a man in bed with a woman. but i was both the man and the woman! (dreams!)
for the sake of clarity i will call the man hiqqirius and the woman sheiq.
i, hiqqirius, was in bed with the beautiful sheiq. we were leisurely just abandoning reality for the sheer pleasure of each other's company. whenever i felt like it, i would do what i wanted to sheiq's body. it was as if it was a buffet for my pleasure to sample whatever i wanted. i was in no hurry to appease my hunger. i sampled, and tasted, and savored each bite, each lick, each kiss. i lapped at the fountain of sheiq. and then i would lay back on my back and rest, and sleep lazily. i enjoyed the smoothness of her legs, as they wrapped around my own. each touch of her fingers on my skin was tantalizing. as was each meeting of my own fingers apon her hot, lightly sweaty skin.
the room was dark, and we lay in a bed of red satin and silk. leisurely, and hedonistically, i played and tasted the body of sheiq. i was not concerned with my own "finish", because i was revelling in the fact that this was not to end.
and sheiq, how did she feel?
i was on fire the entire time. it was a slow burn where i was driven almost insane with desire. it was like being water, slowly simmered over a fire of tongues of flame. the entire time was sweet, exquisite torture, as i could not understand a man secure and self controlled enough to not just take me because i was ready. but to sit back, and declare that i was not ready just yet! and let me simmer and burn out of my mind even longer, to the point where even though he would not come inside of me to end this erotic need, i could still feel him, and it drove me even farther out of my mind. until i was so far from myself that i was no longer myself.
i was sheiq, and hiqqirius, and our bodies, and the passion and desire and the fire. and i was part of it, and content to burn at these stakes, in this fire. i was on his level and we were one with our need. we did not consume our need, it consumed us we let it.
ok, ok! what is the point?
the point, my dear juans, is to simmer and sample your pot, not hastily cook it and then devour it.
i dreamt that i was a man in bed with a woman. but i was both the man and the woman! (dreams!)
for the sake of clarity i will call the man hiqqirius and the woman sheiq.
i, hiqqirius, was in bed with the beautiful sheiq. we were leisurely just abandoning reality for the sheer pleasure of each other's company. whenever i felt like it, i would do what i wanted to sheiq's body. it was as if it was a buffet for my pleasure to sample whatever i wanted. i was in no hurry to appease my hunger. i sampled, and tasted, and savored each bite, each lick, each kiss. i lapped at the fountain of sheiq. and then i would lay back on my back and rest, and sleep lazily. i enjoyed the smoothness of her legs, as they wrapped around my own. each touch of her fingers on my skin was tantalizing. as was each meeting of my own fingers apon her hot, lightly sweaty skin.
the room was dark, and we lay in a bed of red satin and silk. leisurely, and hedonistically, i played and tasted the body of sheiq. i was not concerned with my own "finish", because i was revelling in the fact that this was not to end.
and sheiq, how did she feel?
i was on fire the entire time. it was a slow burn where i was driven almost insane with desire. it was like being water, slowly simmered over a fire of tongues of flame. the entire time was sweet, exquisite torture, as i could not understand a man secure and self controlled enough to not just take me because i was ready. but to sit back, and declare that i was not ready just yet! and let me simmer and burn out of my mind even longer, to the point where even though he would not come inside of me to end this erotic need, i could still feel him, and it drove me even farther out of my mind. until i was so far from myself that i was no longer myself.
i was sheiq, and hiqqirius, and our bodies, and the passion and desire and the fire. and i was part of it, and content to burn at these stakes, in this fire. i was on his level and we were one with our need. we did not consume our need, it consumed us we let it.
ok, ok! what is the point?
the point, my dear juans, is to simmer and sample your pot, not hastily cook it and then devour it.
