I could hear the music as I approached the open door. A hand written note said come in ~ I paused and closed my eyes listening to the feelings that had already started to seduced me, as he strummed his guitar. I let the music take me. I stood silently in the door way, not wanting the melodic moment to come to an end. As he played I felt his hand reach out for me to join him.
His low sultry voice sent out lyrics that pulled me closer. I quietly stepped further into his space bracing myself for what was in the next room. I leaned my back against the wall to catch my breath. I felt the energy of the room come alive. Lyrics danced freely through me. My heart was open beating like a drum. As the melody warmed the surface of my skin a cool breeze blew through the room sending goosebumps up my spine.
His creative juices flowed effortlessly toward me, touching me, urging me to come closer. He sensed my presence as I walked slowly toward him. He smiled before he looked up at me, anticipating the moment like it was a musical piece he had already played over and over in his head. I could barely contain myself. I was lost in every note. My smile came and went as he played each chord. I stood staring as he continued to open himself up to me. It was an intimate moment that I can not explain having never met before in person.
His last strum lingered in the air allowing both of us to catch our breath. He gently placed his guitar on the couch beside him and stood staring back at me. Not a sound was made when the music stopped. He closed the space between us. Inches away he put his arms around me pulling me in to his neck and chest. He was still vibrating from the energy of the music. We mixed together for the very first time. There were no notes or lyrics, only feeling filled the room that made me want to dance.
The room was crawling with excitement. As we slowly slipped into the sea of enthusiasts, a waft of gasoline mixed with exhaust set the fragrant tone. I couldn’t help but pause while my ears were serenaded by the deep throaty throttle of what had to be a sexy red Ducati off in the distance. The atmosphere oozed raw sex appeal pleasing two of my senses within moments of entering the mix.
As we immersed ourselves into the river of heavy black leather, inked sleeves and worn faded jeans his deep mellow voice began its seduction.”Stay close, I don’t want to lose you“. The room was full of freedom seeking souls who all had a common thread. The culture or texture of the room was understood amongst those who lived it. I could only focus on his magnetic male energy. His power and strength captured mine each time he gently brushed against me. When I closed my eyes I could still feel his presence in the room.
Scantily dressed tantalizing women in thigh high black leather boots, bustiers laced tight exposing voluptuous cleavage and torn fishnet stockings devoured him as his stride slowly seduced them into a frenzy. Glamorous Pin-ups in stilettos bit their cherry red lips in unison as his scent enticed them, only allowing them to inhale. He was Angelic walking through a room full of sinners willing to confess their deepest darkest secrets in hopes they would become pure again, if only he would indulge them with his touch. His charismatic energy took hold of me. Was I willing to confess my sins to him to feel his touch? In that moment he gently placed both hands on my waist from behind slowly turning me around and kissed my lips softly amid the now silent chaos. I too, was only able to inhale after his lips touched mine. I could hear the lovelies in the room exhale from a distance. He took a little piece of my heart in that moment, placing it safely next to his.
We continued to meander effortlessly through the crowd sharing intimate thoughts through our eyes. My finger tips were drawn towards the silky black scintillating paint of a Thruxton. Following the curve of the tank I imagined it to be his skin. At that moment we were alone in the room. Time stood still. I slowly traced his deep ebony silhouette wondering what would happen next, if I touched him. I felt his warmth. I closed my eyes to absorb the heat that radiated from his strong body leading with my chest, arms at my sides like I was soaking up the warm summer sun and then I felt his hand under mine. His energy overwhelmed me.
He continued to gently brushing against me making me pause each time. I had to remind myself we were not alone. Our electricity leaped back and forth from his skin to mine each time we were near.
I felt safe to explore knowing he was there. His presence electrified me. I was alone with him in a room full of eyes aware of the chemistry building between us. I could no longer hold onto my secret. It was falling like sand through the cracks of my walls I so bravely build over the years.
We sat face to face in a crowded room sipping warm sweet lattes with only a small distressed harvest table keeping us apart. Glances were tossed through the room hitting us both with questions. I stepped out of my comfort zone to take a peak into a world I had not traveled. I had met my conversational match and felt a surge of adrenaline go through my veins as we spoke. My mind kept wandering further, deeper to a place not everyone will admit they go.
I felt my thighs tighten as I sit perched on the edge of my wooden chair. I was not as comfortable with my sexuality as I once was, I knew why. I leaned forward in conversation to get even just a sliver closer to my muse. I was distracted by the thought of what the scent hidden deep beneath the high collar would taste like if I inhale deep enough. I was too far away to be indulged. I needed a taste of the pheromones that lingered just barely out of reach. They tempted each cell in my body to move closer as if to say come hither. I felt intoxicated by the random thoughts that mesmerized my subconscious. I was hypnotized by the lips that spoke the truth. Visually stimulated, emotionally compatible, physically yearning, intellectually connected were fragments of thought sending a sensation that ran in waves over me.
I flashed forward to the moment I would finally inhale the scent my nose anticipated. My lips brushed closely along the map of intrigue while curiosity lead me willingly down a path I had not walked before. I abruptly snapped back from my fantasy to reality several times over, enjoying both immensely.
I was stimulated by the words floated off the tongue that intrigued me. Distracted by the look in the eyes that saw through me. I questioned myself as I was being subtly analyzed ever so gently. Innuendoes were dropped like bombs as I sat completely unprepared. I wasn’t sure how to pick up the pieces to put this puzzle together. I was completely out of my element for now.
And then it happened…Leaning closer as if in slow motion a stream of pink feminine mist slowly drifted from her mouth to mine giving me no choice but to inhale just at the right moment. The female energy within this goddess had captured me sending me to a intimate place only the brave dare to go.
I had be captivated by a feminine goddess of love…
My mind wakes to the smell of fresh brewed coffee. I slowly inhale the aroma that fills the air. A light breeze gently kisses my exposed cheek good-morning as I stretch my leg across the bed to find you. You are gone long enough for your body heat to leave the sheets cool to touch. The warmth of the sun on the flowers outside the window infuse yet another scent in the air. Mock Orange wafts across my body, only covered by a light sheet that has fallen to the curve of my waist. My shoulders feel cool and fresh not having your arms wrapped around them. I feel your energy in the room. You gazes upon me as I lay still enveloped by the thoughts of last night. Our thoughts pass back and forth to one another connecting on a spiritual level, intertwine like a story spoken aloud. I hear you. I feel you sifting through each one, trying as I do to focus but there are too many that jump in front of the other. You slip gently out the door knowing I need more time to play our encounter over again before I wake.
Our intimate early morning embrace that lead to yet another passionate moment shared between us keeps me from opening my eyes…I enjoy equally my fantasy of what you have done to me from the moment we met, to the reality of our first encounter, to this moment. You have never left me, even for a second.
My first conscious thought of the night sends me back into full-blown passion that exploded between the sheet. My body reacts. The crisp cotton fabric slowly releases the infused energy captured between us, sending visual pictures frame by frame like an old movie playing on the inside of my eye lids.
The warm sun casts a light flash on my face as I feel your energy once again enter the room in your physical form. The air is pulled from the window across my hair tickling my face as you open the door. All of my senses are enhanced by not seeing you. I feel you, I hear your heart beat bouncing off the walls crashing into mine. I smell your masculine pheromones fill the air knowing what is on your mind.
He was standing reading the local newspaper when I walked through the door. The sun had gently kissed him. I paused to watch him from a distance to re-acquaint myself. His eyes softened as I walked near, melting me. His arms wrapped around my shoulders enveloping me in his energy. He was full of life. We spared back and forth with words watching one another carefully. He was hard to read.
We meandered through stories of his adventure and my doings while he was away, now and then holding a stare that made our skin flush. There was a slight edge to how he looked at me. I wanted him to grab my face and kiss me with the passion I knew he had inside. I had seen that look in his eyes before and knew exactly where it could lead.
We sat staring within arms reach of one another, not touching with anything but our eyes and imagination. I wonder if we should have shared as much as we did. He was hard to navigate, I felt slightly off-balance. A twinge of uncertainty washed over me when he relived an erotic adventure he had with another woman. I felt envious hearing him talk of her. It was not a familiar feeling for me. He knew and looked at me with regret. I was unable to hide what I was feeling inside, he caught me off guard.
My only escape was to walk away avoiding eye contact. I headed toward the lady’s room not aware he was barely a step behind me. I sensed his energy but was too afraid to turn around. I stepped slowly into the dark private room trying to collect myself. I stood with shivers running up and down my spine. He gently closed the door behind us. I couldn’t turn around, my eyes stayed shut as my heart beat faster. I felt him take a step closer. He reached out and gently moved my hair to one side exposing my neck to his lips. His breath was warm and controlled. There were no words exchanged between us.
I surrendered as he turned my body gently to face his. His hands held my jaw firmly as the passion quickly escalated between us.
He looked deep into my eyes wiping the smile right off my face…time stood still. He reached past my jaw to move my hair gently to the side exposing my neck. I closed my eyes inhaling his scent that lingered in the air from his hand that gently brushed past my cheek. My head tilted naturally to one side opening myself to his touch. He paused, taking his time knowing his seduction had only just begun. Our chemistry mixed as his mouth came slowly toward my neck. A shiver started at my lower back following my spine to meet his lips as he touched the fine hairs that stood erect waiting to be caressed. He paused ever so slightly before touching my skin, sending another shock wave down my back. My body belonged to him at that very moment.
I kept my eyes gently shut, enhancing all of my other senses. I was intoxicated by his scent, exhilarated by the unknown, mesmerized by his ability to keep me in such a trance. I felt drugged unable to move. We were communicating without words. My body reacting to the sensual energy that enveloped both of us. He was in control, I was not. My back naturally arched as the skin on his cheek touched mine. He placed his mouth dangerously close tempting me to reach for his lips with mine. I didn’t dare open my eyes. I wanted to savour the moment before his lips would touch mine.
I could hear his breath, feel his heart beating faster in anticipation of our first real kiss. The warmth of his mouth traveled quickly to my lips and then disappeared making me open my eyes. He had pulled back for a brief moment to take one last look at the expression on my face…complete surrender. Sexual energy filled the air between us as we locked eyes completely open and vulnerable to one another. Raw emotion washed over us as we lost ourselves in each other. I captured a photograph in my mind of the intense look he shared with me, to be recalled whenever I wanted the moment to return.
There is something overwhelmingly sexy about a man who can create music. “Music is how feeling sound”...(one of my favourite quotes) Woman are drawn to men who can express feeling, whether it be through the simplicity of words strung together, or a melody that pulls at our heart strings. When a man learns to read the music of a womens heart he captures her.
“Music is the art of sound in time that expresses ideas and emotions in significant forms through the elements of rhythm, melody, harmony and colour.” A man who can create feelings with his unique interpretation of those elements has a powerful presence. Is it the man that seduces us or do we open ourselves to the poetic features of music and allow the man to enter because he holds a key? Music is a form of expression more unique than language, it adds the element of vibrationally energy that although we can’t all create, we have an insatiable desire to hear and feel it.
Music allows us to open our minds, to a level of consciousness far beyond what we are used to. When we open our mind, body and spirit to it, our soul dances. When we open our mind body and spirit to the one who creates the music we dance together.
The mind of a musician is on a frequency that’s invisible to some. When a single note is released it affects us like a scent traveling through the atmosphere until it become a mere whisper. It touches each of us in a unique way, taking us to places we’ve been before and those we have yet to explore. Allow yourself the pleasure of getting lost in the music, or the musician who is creating it. Make a Memory ~
Musicians captivate crowds with their art form that allows the listener to join with them on their intimate journey of interpretation. They surrender to the music as they perform. We connect with then as we allow our feeling to surface as we listen. The vibrational rhythm is not only heard, it’s felt by every cell of our body transcending us to a place that feels like no other.
It’s one thing in life I wouldn’t want to live without.
I caught him looking at me through the crowded room. I looked away quickly and then glanced over again to see if it was coincidence, he was looking once more. He never usually stared, he was always serious and never smiled back in the past. Why today? What was different? I had given up on smiling at him so I kept my composure. I stared back with no expression, he didn’t look away. Did he see me or was he looking through me, it was hard to tell. I tried not to look away but he was much stronger than I in that moment. I felt disoriented, a rush of adrenaline surged through my veins as I tried to focus on the Batistas question. The only word I was able to form was coffee. She sensed my thoughts were scattered. I turned around to find his gaze aimed directly at me…again. Was the Universe playing games with me? Was it catching up on work undone? Was timing finally in sync?
He was solid and secure. His strength came through his eyes. I stood staring not able to move. His body rose slowly and made its way toward mine. His stare captured mine and wouldn’t let go. As he approached his eyes said he had something to say. He had me. As he was about to speak his eyes softened and mouth relaxed, he was sure that this was the right moment. His pheromones had come to close for me to say no to whatever he was about to ask. I would have handed him everything I was able in that moment.
His words were on the tip of his tongue when a hand was placed on his shoulder making him look away. It only took a split second to adjust what was about to become. I turned having instant doubt he was about share his words with me. I continuing in a daze of what might have just transpired if he was given just one more moment. Perhaps we were not meant to speak today? I looked in the window as I walked by and he was looking over the shoulder of the man who interrupted his path to me.
There is no better place to find yourself than the world our distracted minds naturally send us. Deep inside the imagination of a sexy mind lies the vivid dreams and fantasies of what a single thought can do. This time the thought that scaled the walls of my subconscious was that of pheromone filled facial hair.
The male energy who adorns a ribbon across his lip is sexy to me. He is growing it to make a statement. He is committed to his health. He is willing to take a stand, go the distance, be uncomfortable and show the world he wants to be here. He is strong and masculine. Male energy with a purpose greater than himself, mens health…Movember.
Facial hair is soft, rugged, manly. It has natural pheromones that pull us in. It can be abrasive if rubbed the wrong way but soft and gentle if stroked in the right direction. It shouts testosterone. It’s a choice, unique to the one who wears it. It’s a right of passage.
And it goes like this…
My eyes were closed, lost in my subconscious thought. I had goose bumps rising like waves on the surface of my skin from head to toe in anticipation of what was to come. The world went silent around me as I felt his very first touch. His lips did not arrive first to my skin. The soft warm tickle from his moustache came first. He paused, searching it seemed for the perfect place to kiss. His facial hair brushed my skin gently as he continued exploring the map of my body. He aroused every hair follicle that felt him coming. His breathe warmed the surface of my skin as he continued until he found his favourite spot.
He frustrated me like never before. He had always run away. It’s how he survives. He refused to acknowledge this fear. He was irrefutably wrong. He viewed the world around him with a skewed perception of reality.
A battle was about to begin igniting a fire that had been smouldering for some time. I was ready to strike the match and toss it at his feet. It was all or nothing. The atmosphere was torrid…
We couldn’t touch if we wanted to, we were like magnets standing side by side. His male energy repelled mine. We were no longer Yin and Yang. His words were sharp and pointed aimed straight at my heart. He was trying to throw me off-balance. I wasn’t going down easy. There was a fire in his eyes I’d never seen before. He was boiling over with passion. He had come ready to spar with one of the best. It took years to prepare armour for battles such as this. I was ready to stand up and face my fears, willing to lose it all.
Our words cut like duelling swords, each one razor sharp…and then the magnet flipped. I caught him looking deeply at my mouth while I spoke. For a split second he was vulnerable. The fire in his eyes morphed from battle to surrender. His eyes anticipated every word that slipped slowly off my tongue past my lips. His ears heard nothing. It was that split second that changed everything. I knew he loved me more intensely than ever before. I had him in that moment. He let his subconscious thoughts slip through the door and I grabbed them tight with both hands. I was about to embark on an adventure I had only dreamt of.
I reached forward to seize the moment, impaling him with every ounce of passion I had left. I grabbed his jaw with both hands and seduced him with my entire being. Undeniable desire exploded like gasoline thrown on a flame. If we could survive this, we could survive anything together.
Our bodies entangled one another with no conscious thoughts. Pure raw in the moment chemistry that had been hidden deep below the surface for far too long. There was nothing subtle about us from that moment on.
It seemed like forever since I saw him last. His hand gently touched my arm when he leaned in for a soft kiss on the side of my mouth. I took a breath s~l~o~w~l~y as our bodies came together inhaling his presence. His masculine scent was deliciously powerful. I may have even closed my eyes for a split second to ignore all my other senses.
We engaged in subtle glances. Our eyes caught stalling for brief moments to penetrate the invisible wall of uncertainty. Even the slightest touch of his body felt exaggerated and deliberate. I inhaled him with each draw in of breath, sending me back to an intimate moment from our past. It was hard to stay focused on the conversation with his scent swirling around me. I couldn’t resist the sensual recall each time he leaned in close. I was utterly distracted and teased by his pheromones dancing so clearly in front of me. I fought the temptation to lean in and kiss him without warning. The attraction was undeniable.
Invisible to the naked eye his scent continued to surge, taking me in and out of moments shared in our past. Like music his scent took me places I had been before and allowed my mind to wander regions I had yet to explore.
I found myself in a world of my own where his neck was close enough for my lips to touch. I wondered if anyone else at the table could feel what his scent was doing to me. The irresistible sexy scent of this man had captured me…again.
Culo by Mazzucco is SExy! Raphael Mazzucco is a fashion photographer who is not only SExy himself but has a job that is the envy of every male energy who watches this video I’m sure! ‘Culo’ which means ass in Spanish is a tome dedicated to just that, the gorgeous female derriere! The female buttock whether large or small, flat or round should be embraced! These women exude sex appeal. Having Raphael’s eyes behind the camera lens probably doesn’t hurt!
The soundtrack is by a never-before-heard Timbaland track called “Pass At Me”~ Awesome! Culo by Mazzcco, a book that oozes SExiness!
I don’t think any woman could resist getting naked for Raphael Mazzucco…even if he brought his camera!
Have you ever engaged in a sex-text volley? It’s basically phone sex without the voice. I am not a fan of texting for the purpose of a long conversation but to send an enticing message to the man of your desire…well that’s completely different. I’d prefer to hear the sexy male voice. I take that back. I’d prefer to see the sexy man behind the sexy voice but this post isn’t about sex, it’s about sext. Cyber-sex.
I think most male and female energy have played a role in sexting to some degree. If you haven’t proceed with caution! It can quickly get out of control just as some in-person sexual encounters can. It is about sex and when sex is involved whether in person or otherwise we have a tendency to lose ourselves in the moment. It’s easy to say too much through text let alone sext because we get brave without the person standing in front of us. A false sense of security.
There are a few basic rules you should follow; trust the person you’re sexting, don’t send any photo’s you’re not willing to have posted all over the internet and make sure the recipient is the person intended to read your words! We’ve all experienced the rush of sending a message to the wrong person. Keep your face out of it no matter hard it is to resist sending your smile along with what you are thinking or doing! Sexting is a form of flirting taken one step further. You can’t take back the words or photos once you press send.
If it’s done with a trusted partner it can still give the thrill of a taboo encounter without the feeling of guilt or regret. Trust your instinct and avoid crossing any lines. If you feel like you’ve been electrocuted after sending or receiving one from someone you don’t know very well, its safe to say some lines have been crossed and I suggest you walk away before it’s too late.
It can be one of the most stimulating foreplay there is if done with your trusted partner. When a message come across the screen of your phone that’s attached to a personalized chime it can stimulate the senses instantly. The simply sound of a glass being tapped can send your loins into a knot with anticipation of what’s going to be said in 20 words or less. Condensed sex. You’ve got to keep it simple, straight to the point, short and sweet. Depending on the message it can be completely distracting. Focus? What focus? I don’t suggest you get into it during an important meeting where you need to pay attention…you may leave not knowing what just happened in the room. You will however feel completely alive!
Take a moment out of your day to sext your partner, it will change everything! Stimulating your partners thoughts throughout the day can lead to a very sexy evening.
Intimacy…the ultimate sexy! Being drawn to someone without control is a feeling that many of us only experience once in a lifetime. It’s a magical force between two who connect on a much deeper level. It’s not just about sexual chemistry, although that too can be very intimate. Pure intimate feelings come from a much deeper place. A touch of the hand while staring into the eyes of someone who sees right inside your soul is intimate. A feeling of belonging together formed from a bond of experiencing the other.
There are two types of intimacy; physical and emotional. Love is intertwined in both. There are also two types of love within intimacy; compassionate and passionate. Compassionate love involves diminished feeling of attachment to the other. It is authentic, committed with profound feelings of caring for the other. Passionate love is identified by infatuation, intense feelings of sexual longing, throes of ecstasy and feelings of exhilaration that fill the room when you are together. To have a combination of both physical and emotional intimacy with passionate love is what most of us are ultimately seeking.
It’s a look across a room filled with people to that one person who turns you inside out and back again. A gaze that is only meant for you. A moment suspended in time. They know exactly what you’re thinking. It’s the magic of an intimate connection.
When we open our heart and expose ourselves making it known we are vulnerable to the other we experience the most profound intimate moments. It can’t be controlled, even if you try. You can walk away physically but your mind won’t allow you to leave the room they’re in. It can be a scary step if you’re not ready to open yourself to its entirety. A risk that many will not allow their heart to explore.
When you fall intimately for another human being they live inside your mind. They change the physiology of your body. They stir your soul. You become enveloped by their energy. They surround you no matter how far their physical form is from yours. They stand next to you inhaling your presence. It’s a powerful sensation that can overwhelm the ordinary.
Intimacy is considered the product of a successful seduction…so sexy!
Have you ever been somewhere and caught a glimpse of a man or woman who look dishevelled, not quite put together. You instinctively tune into their release of pheromones without even knowing it. Every sense in your body becomes alive with wonder. With every ounce of your being you know they just got some. If you’ve ever been interrupted right in the middle of a blind passionate rendezvous you know exactly what I’m talking about. There’s no time or brain focus to do buttons up properly let alone zip up pants or get your skirt on right!
There are so many subtle hints that someone was enjoying themselves far more than the rest of us…
A glazed over look in their eyes…you know they are playing the last few moments over and over again in their mind. Smudged lipstick on a man’s face or collar. A woman’s dewy flush cheeks from her heart rate spiking so rapidly! Whisker burns around a woman’s freshly kissed mouth from a man who just couldn’t get enough of her erogenous lips! Tousled hair that SCREAMSpassion. Shirt tucked in half way because he forgot what he was doing. The unzipped fly you can’t look away from no matter how hard you try. Buttons done up askew. Skirt tucked into panties put on inside out.
The adrenaline rush is obvious with the guilty look of pleasure. Moments before they reached the point of no return and are desperately trying to get back but reality won’t allow it. That brief moment in time is gone only to be relived in their minds…over and over again until they meet again.
We all recognize the look especially if we’ve been there ourselves. Envy is what onlookers are thinking. Being dishevelled because you lost your mind when your partners desire for you out weighted the risk of getting caught…is sexy!