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Lick, Taste, Tease, Smell – An Erotic Yearning

Good boys are obsessed, devout…..to the point where they beg to please a woman. “Can you spit in my mouth?” “I want to you to cum, squirt on my tongue.” “All I want is to lick you from the back entirely and stick my tongue right in….” “Let me kiss and massage your feet!!”

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Somehow, I sensed you were this type

I am thinking of you, you’re in a black shalwar. A fitted one. Your face, and the contrast of your handsome beard. Your eyes, as green as the plush lakes of Gilgit. On this night, I wish I had worn my kameez too….the one that fits tightly against my heavy breasts and butt. But instead, I wore my lingerie. Silk and lace, all black. Black heels. Black felt immensely sexy against my skin on this eve. Though, a tight kameez would have been much more sexier, but I knew my lingerie will entice you.

I know exactly how to tease a man like you,   ….a man from the region of spices and myrrh. Men of spices appreciate and get rock hard over subtle things on a woman’s body. Let’s take a woman’s feet, for example. The first time I came to know your love for feet is when you saw a video I made of me getting a pedicure. Later, you confessed that it makes you intensely hard seeing my toes all polished and pretty. Your subtle desire for subtle things excited me, because I knew it meant you would lick me from head to toes, literally. It made me wild to imagine your tongue and you tasting me with it. And of course, I imagined how you would taste too. Lazeez

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He sticks his thick manhood between my legs. I get a rush of ecstasy from his strokes inside my wet warmth. It causes me to lose my mind, I literally get high from it. I know he’s watching my face as I bite my fingers while he lays it down. I know he’s watching me flush and glow. He teases by pulling out and quickly placing his face between my legs to use his tongue to replace his….

 

 

Then he comes back up to the lips on my face, so we can kiss passionately. I taste him, I can taste myself.

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I can’t get over the thoughts of it…..you…..the songs, your voice, your singing. Only men of spices and myrrh know all the subtle erotic moves and spots that give me pleasure. But it’s not only about me. Your smell and taste brings comfort. Your beard, your hairs on your body, your nipples, your soft lips, your tongue, your hands, and the few silver greys in your hair..ahh.

Thinking about your manhood, I am reminded of when you are inside me. As soon as your enter me, I’m squeezing you tight internally. Your hardness enters me slowly to tease me, you want me to feel it inch by inch before you push it deep. By this point, I want it hard and rough, but you tell me something I already know: you will cum if you go too fast. I tell you, “Slow down then baby. Don’t move.” We tease slowly. Each thrust is intensely pleasurable and bringing me closer to cum. I am yearning to take it hard and have all my soft spots hit by your beautiful manly body. I let you cum, because you can keep going and fuck me all night.

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A woman like me needs multiple orgasms, in multiple ways. Touch, taste, lick, suck, smell. A woman like me also needs to be made love to in multiple positions. When you’re on top, feast your eyes on my face and my huge breasts shaking while you thrust me deep. Take turns between passionate kisses and suckling my hard nipples whiles we make love in this scene. Then let me get on my knees and let me graciously bend over. Grab my hips and take in the view of my wide hips and shapely backside. Hold on tight as you grab hold of my flesh on my hips. Slam into me baby. Pleasure me with your hardness from behind. Then hug me from behind, and caress my large breasts at the same time while my hips are on your lap. I love when you’re hugging me from behind and you kiss my neck, ears and back. Let’s melt into each other.

Now our bodies are wet, and the heavenly scent of our love making has filled the room. Let me taste you, let me lick you all over and drive you wild just as you have done to me. In fact, why don’t we please each other at the same time…….

I am an addict. I admit. A sexual, erotic high is spiritual and phenomenal — the true ecstasy.  That Toni Braxton song, “You’re making me High” is literally me in a nutshell.

 

**Please note this erotic story is fictional

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A Question of “Poison” – Western-Liberal Values

I apologize to my viewers for not posting lately. I have been writing extensively, but my thoughts, like my life, are complex, confusing and dynamic.

I find myself becoming more cynical towards Western-Liberal ideology, and all of its implications. In a nutshell, I sum up Western-Liberal ideology as: money accumulation, perpetual economic growth, competition, individualism, lack of a family and communal values,  and the discourse of ‘freedom.’ These are all values that I, unknowingly, adopted and internalized. Western-Liberal ideology is what I attribute to what has harmed mine and many others well-being. I am starting to view Western-Liberal indoctrination as ‘poison.’ And people who practice such traits, I refer to them as ‘poisoned.’ I am ‘poisoned’ myself, yet I am aware of it’s negativity.

So why so cynic? The more I study about the history of cultures and make comparisons, I realize that the modern world has failed to fulfil the basic human need: belonging.  Individualism, by way of Western-Liberal ideology, had turn most of us into self-indulgent, narcissists. The implications of ‘greed’ is that we neglect others for self-gain — thus, the human need to belong is jeopardized. Moreover, in an economic sense, the inequalities between the favored and unfavored are growing.

Yet so many people are unaware of this. We ‘self-regulate’ ourselves in ways that do not benefit others, but rather maintain the hegemony of neoliberal capitalism. Many notions of Western-Liberal ideology are unchallenged by the majority, because they are so embedded into our minds (most of us do not think about the origin of these values). How often do people challenge the concept of economic ‘growth’ and realize that accumulation of things is not sustainable? Others may be aware, but they have no need to worry, because they are ‘normative’ people who get along well with like-minded individuals. But what about marginalized individuals? What about people who do not fit the ‘norm’ of society? They suffer. They are isolated. Nobody pays attention to them. And even worst, various institutions, such as the mass-media, feed us propaganda to dismiss these ‘misfit’s’ and blame them for social ills.  My heart cries for fellow marginalized individuals. Suicide crosses their minds, because the worst punishment for anyone is social isolation. As Emile Durkheim notes, those who belong are less likely to commit suicide. Happiness is linked to social cohesion, yet the current dynamics of conformity are based on maintaining social asymmetry rather than an egalitarian goal.

I strongly admire those who are not affected by this ‘poison.’ I cannot admire those who possess all of the negative traits that I possess. I outcaste myself. I don’t like doing things that most people my age do. I am still ‘poisoned’,  yes. I still carry poisonous items, such as designer items,….but slowly, I hope to getaway from all these things that are meaningless in life. What has meaning? Love, family, traditions, spirituality, nature.

Sometimes I have this dream…to run away. I love that novel by James Hilton, “Lost Horizon,” where a traveler accidentally arrives at a blissful haven on earth, away from the ills of civilization. Yet I have traveled the world. I have travel to several parts of the world, both wealthy and poor, trying to find meaning. Like James Hilton’s novel, I too have realized that the most kind and loving people are those who are content with less materialism. The unfortunate reality is that the entire world is being incorporated into this ‘poison’ — adopting Western ideology (capitalism). The old traditions will, tragically, die out.

On a recent venture to the Middle East, my expectations of a culture-rich society was met with disappointment — it is very evident that adopting the notion of wealth accumulation is destroying the beauty of the old traditions. Most cultures were manipulated, via colonialism and coersion, into this new modern ideology. In the rich Gulf States, most women and men are no longer concerned with tradition, but rather men are focused on comparing Ferrari and Maseratis in the Majles, and women are concerned with the latest Chanel or Birkin handbag and beautifying themselves on a  ‘plastic surgery’ trip to Lebanon. What is more disheartening is that it’s very ‘uncool’ to be traditional (in the premodern sense). It’s common to hear unintellectual youngsters being proud of not being beduoin or not having beduoin mannerisms.

Often, I like to imagine if I had a child one day. Where is the best place to live with good communal values? How would I protect my son or daughter from these individualistic ideals and practices that plague the majority? How do I prevent my child from living a meaningless life of going to nightclubs, drinking, drugs and using material things to determine their self-worth?

I was once the epitome of everything that I currently detest. Yet often I wonder why didn’t I end up like the majority? I feel very grateful for my experiences, otherwise I would have continued with empty, shallow habits. Everything happens for a reason

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