Ravished
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Posted:Dec 11, 2008 7:29 am
Last Updated:Jul 16, 2009 12:40 am
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It is a pristine day, sun shining off the water, more swans gliding in to join the more than one hundred already floating at my shore. Think of the poem “Leda and the Swan” in which Zeus, disguised as a magnificent swan, satisfies his wanton hunger for Leda’s beauty and flesh. He has to have her. He takes her hard.
A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By his dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.
How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
How can anybody, laid in that white rush,
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?
A shudder in the loins, engenders there
The broken wall, the burning roof and tower
And Agamemnon dead.
Being so caught up,
So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
Did she put on his knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?
"Leda and the Swan" by William Butler Yeats
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first light
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Posted:Oct 8, 2008 4:52 am
Last Updated:Jul 28, 2013 5:12 am
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steel blue water
rimmed by the dark purple shore in the distance
interlacing of purple and orange layers of cloud and sky
soon becoming lavender and tangerine
mare’s tails slanting in from the southwest
an impression of a fossilized meteor shower
single giant trees stand in silhouette above the others
like sentries along Hadrian’s wall
in the far east the sun continues to intensify
and the sense of promise for the upcoming day grows with it
there is a glow inside
that sends hope and excitement to every extremity
to enjoy another day in such a place
to live with the gift of peace and beauty
the joy of first light washes over my shore
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Wavelength
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Posted:Sep 15, 2008 1:14 pm
Last Updated:Oct 27, 2021 8:04 am
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The wind built from the south, driving huge swells before it that came crashing ashore. Out at her mooring Lady Catherine rode each wave with excitement, but always poised and in control. She faced Neptune as she mounted him, rising and falling with his determined power, always receiving, soothing but inspiring more. With his every upward thrust she met him, deftly accepting all he had to offer, and then just as deftly, repositioned herself for his continued excitement. She rode flawlessly for hours absorbing wave after persistent wave. She could feel his shape and his strength. Her head was thrown back, tresses trailing down her back on which could be seen every beautiful contour. She was perfect. She welcomed a lover who would stay with her through many crests, make her rise to perfection, help her express her essential femininity.
Throughout the night Neptune challenged Catherine, but her breathing remained perfect, her rhythm hypnotic, her superiority clear. She rode him through the night to a special place. In the morning calm which followed his storm, she rests with her accustomed elegance, happy to coyly pose and await her next encounter. He rests, encircling her lovely form, gently licking her sides, amazed at her power.
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Dinner for Two
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Posted:Sep 4, 2008 10:10 am
Last Updated:Jul 28, 2013 5:15 am
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I thought I had everything: essential groceries, special herbs, spices, garnishing, and a few other items suggested by my best friend’s wife who was acting as my cooking coach. I really wanted this to be nice for you which is challenging because I’m not much of a cook. But I have developed a couple of entrees that are surprisingly tasty. I’m going with something I know and incorporating improvements suggested by my coach.
You arrive and I greet you on the deck with a warm hug and a kiss which is just a tad hasty….our roles are reversed ….and I’m uncharacteristically nervous. We enter the kitchen and I open a bottle of Cabernet Franc recently acquired while on a wine tour of Prince Edward County. I’m not an expert but this one is seductive. We sip and chat and soon all nervousness vanishes. You are perched up on the counter in the corner, balancing your wine glass playfully, with your legs crossed in a way that you know captures my imagination. I can’t help glancing at them and noticing how they lead delightfully under the pretty summer dress that we picked out together. I wonder, “Why am I so painfully attracted and so helpless to resist ?” I answer, “...because you are so poised, lovely, intelligent, aware of your power over me.”
You catch me leering, and I’m a bit embarrassed. Even though we have been lovers for awhile, my training as a gentleman frowns on such overt behaviour so soon in the evening. You see all of this play across my face and smile, knowing that you have a special ability to captivate me. You combine the two observations and leave me no choice but to approach. You slide to the edge of the counter and spread your legs as invitation. I nestle between them and you rest your arms on my shoulders, wine glass still in hand. I gently slide my finger tips up your legs under your dress and let them come to rest lightly on your hips, feeling only your soft, warm skin. You look down into my eyes with a fondness that makes me yours and you draw me to you. You kiss me tenderly at first, confirming my love for you, and then passionately. I respond with my tongue and soft sounds of anticipation. I so want to be yours.
Dinner will have to wait.
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Fluid Reality
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Posted:Aug 14, 2008 11:49 am
Last Updated:Oct 27, 2021 8:01 am
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The sun dances on the water which is so gently teased by the kind westerly breeze. My classic cruiser is riding with elegance as she reacts perfectly to benign windshifts and currents. Sometimes she presents her alluring behind, other times her impressive profile... and other times she turns just enough to send a mischievous pout, stopping my heart. Her name is "Lady Catherine" and she is ever the lady, but bursting with the promise of mystery and erotic adventure.
Where will she take me next? Will she want to dance in the moonlight or be handled firmly, directed by the lascivious intent of her master? Does she want to play or does she need me to listen while I bathe her gently? Does she need to run or is it better to let her rest safely at her mooring? Does she want me at the wheel or would she rather drift and let the fanciful breezes decide?
Am I man enough to understand her as she rises and falls to her fluid reality?
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The Healer
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Posted:Jul 14, 2008 10:37 am
Last Updated:Nov 8, 2021 8:23 am
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I rose to find her calm and completely at rest. She continued to sleep with the profound peace of a woman who knew her heart and mind. As the sun rose she stirred, ripples crossing her otherwise perfect skin. Life had been good but not without worry. There had been punishing wind and rain, menacing waves topped by angry white caps, but her persistent spirit, always full of hope, saw her through the tempest to the rainbow which followed. With this resilience she rose to greet the daze: the island daze into which she had been reborn. Water is female. Women are the healers.
Pixie moved through her world with cheerful purpose and grace, solving problems for friends, organizing her recently departed father’s estate, and comforting the grieving brothers and sisters. She remembers me fondly, but has important work to do; she is the light and strength for many around her. She is the heart of the island.
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One Gentle Evening
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Posted:Jul 13, 2008 8:09 pm
Last Updated:Jul 28, 2013 5:19 am
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So my cousin, Gerry, dropped by and we had the nicest evening. We enjoyed glasses of beer, the balmy west wind blowing in off the lake, and sharing tales of being single men at the age of 57. We laughed at ourselves, laughed at how beautifully uncomplicated it was to spend an evening with a first grade escort, and laughed that we now found it tiresome to do the dating scene in hopes stumbling upon a relationship that works.
We talked about these websites and feel that they work backwards. It is natural for 2 people to meet, see each other, hear each other and then eventually see sexually provocative images of one another. In these websites we start with the provocative and then move to the everyday. This is like a reality show which of course is anything but lifelike.
I've met 2 women recently the "old fashioned" way where we met at a function, shared some laughs, mutual concerns, and later, much more. So I don't know why I'm still roaming around this website; I guess that it's become a world of its own...a reality show of sorts, but much more interesting, varied and exciting. It's fun to see the erotic pics, but most rewarding to read the blogs and see the people behind the erotica.
I haven't started to chat yet, but have enjoyed reading entries by many of the people that I have contacted here. We are complicated and fascinating creatures. Okay, I'll give dating another shot.
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Starting Anew.
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Posted:Jun 30, 2008 4:58 pm
Last Updated:Aug 28, 2008 5:19 pm
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This is my first blog ever, which suits as everything else in my life is also "a first time ever." I'm newly retired from a career in high school teaching, newly divorced, newly living without , newly moved, and newly back into single life. There might be some other new things that I could add to the list, but that's enough for a start. So I'm hoping to find some new friends to enjoy intimate times, but I don't believe there will be a pat formula for doing this. I'll just follow the trail of bread crumbs to get to where I'm meant to be. Please ask any questions or offer advice. I am not an island.
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