Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Freaky Fact: Death of a Butterfly

Woe is the night when the stars and the...yea not this time.
You are not going to read poetry tonight, you will perform poetry if it is done right. (Okay, that rhymes but that's not the point so focus on the subject). I wish to share something with the men and women that take pride in kissing the electric slide. Those that make haste to see how she tastes below the waist. Those that lick her sweetest taboo. My fellow lovers of labia. There is a way to go down on a woman that is called Flight of the Butterfly, and this posting is called Death of the Butterfly, so enjoy.
Take notes and try it as soon as possible because to pull off every act of this play will be a master piece.

 Birth of the Butterfly:
To start, you have to be somewhat proficient at making love to that beautiful pearl we call a clitoris. You cannot be at a troth tossing your tongue around like an exorcism, and ladies don't accept that. It might feel good at times, but it can feel amazing and other worldly if you keep your better half to a higher standard. So be firm! You deserve it.
So back to the 'start', the mood is set and we find ourselves working our way down. The position you need to find yourself in is classical p
9 position. Her on her back and your face between her legs.  It's important that you remember that pulling off a full Death of the Butterfly requires you to stay in that position until her orgasm. Yes orgasm ladies and gents, it's not about cuming or "busting her nut" it's about an orgasm, something greater than not equal to... Know your woman, if she is hyper sensitive slow down, if she can handle it work her up gradually.

Butterfly Spreads Her Wings:
 Now leg positioning is very important, her knees need to be up with her thighs on each side of your face. As you are 'cunnulizing' her clitoris push her knees closer to her with your hands behind her knee, her feet will automatically end up around your shoulders which is where you want them. Be subtle, keep it a surprise. Keep working her but DO NOT FINISH HER OR YOU FAIL. Remember that. Pull her inner thighs away from your face, with her feet still on your shoulders. This should look like the opening of hands from the praying position. Now step up the pace a little and as she starts to really get into all of this, which she should want to pee right about now, take your thumb and place them in the crease of the back of the knee and calf. From there you will push her knees more towards her which will lift her feet off of your shoulders. In the meantime you keep licking, sucking, kissing and tonguing her. No orgasms. Once the feet come up off of your shoulders slide your hand further behind the calf and with your finger tips straighten her legs out as far as they'll go naturally ('naturally' is the operative word, no contortionists needed). By this time she will know you’re up to something but she will entertain whatever that is because by this time things feel too damn good right now.


Flight of the Butterfly:
 Once she has spread her wings (legs) you must give her flight. Here is where all the 'working her up' has gone to good use. Push your tongue flat on to her clit. Put decent pressure and lick up words like your licking an ice cream cone. The idea is that you do not conform to the shape of her vagina and clit but you force the clit to get out of the way of your tongue. Like rubbing an erect nipple. You run your finger over it and as soon as your finger goes far enough it slips back in to an upright position. The same will happen with her clit. It's resilient so don't be afraid. Once it snaps past your tongue, it will send a jolt of sensation thru her body that will cause everything to lurch, and most importantly so will her legs (wings). Repeat this process slowly and your butterfly is flapping her wings. She has now taken flight. By now this should be a brand new sensation and if her wings remain extended she is inviting you to keep her in flight so do it. By now she should be ready for the final act.



Death of the Butterfly:
  The idea is to keep her in flight as long as she can handle it. As she starts to finish she will clutch herself, grab the back your head, grab her breasts, her hair, the sheets, whatever it is she is doing your task to 'kill the butterfly' is to grab her wrists. Pin them to each side of her hips and pull her towards you, right into your mouth. Now is when you finish her off, thus killing the butterfly.


 This is not very easy to do from start to finish, but to pull one off completely is like sticking a landing at the Olympics. Stick that lick, and she may never forgive you for not trying one sooner.
Good luck to all and remember that labia’s are for lovers...
  









Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Poetry: Torturous Bliss



                         












Have mercy on me for I loved you once.            
Invoke this blaze as I nurture this fever.        
You are to blame for this torment,             
This great insatiable flame.                    
 Every scar and blister,                        
    Burns through my being,                
Tattooed I am a canvas of ecstasy
Your mural of fire.                    





                             Masochist I grin at this heat from within.
                          Slave  I  burn  like  a  sweetest incense.  
                       For  once  engulf  me  in the bitter sweet,
                    But  don't  annihilate  what  is left of me.


  I know you will burn deeper,
     I still want to love you twice.
        I beg for you to let me breathe
           Trembling I invite you thrice.
              I give myself to this great suffocation,
                  Left in pieces I quietly voice 'again'.
                      This climax you snatch from me,
                           I am lost so completely.





Defiantly I came for you,
I embrace this torturous bliss.

 ~Ebony

 O-Review
Exploration of Self
Whisper Orgasm
Smash and Dash: Car Sex Do's Don't's
Play-Write
Harmonica Orgasm
The Clown Princess of Sorrow
You
Bondage Around the House
Lie To Me
He said She said

Cuming soon: Be Careful What You Wish For

Invitees: +CainĂ¡h Gomes +Cass Daubenspeck +andrei conyers +Jessica Clark-McDowell +PoetryLove Arts +Sexia Abbott +aprile rosamunde +Ayu Azzahara Bella +Mary Biddinger +Myra Hope +Matthew Maddock +Paris Kim +pacome k +Max Futura +Gaurav Gahlyan +Rebecca Hazelton Stafford 











Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Poetry: He said She said



I feel your breath as you slip from my lips,
Crazed tiger that arches her hips.
Pressure to pleasure you caress my skin,
Electric you volt as I drink you in.
You are fine wine…






As you bit yours I bite your lips,
You try to grab hold, I grab your wrists.
With eyes closed you see no escape,
Your smile grows, you are insatiate.
Your body is mine…



Slave to my grip I pull you closer,
Steady your hips its almost over.
Linguist that speaks to your swollen river,
In bliss as your current pulls me under.
You are divine…





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From the depths of despair,
Your kiss kills me back to life.
I grab hold of your hair,
Frenzied, I twist and I writhe.
Your touch is sublime…





I petition for you to stop with my silent ‘please’,
I position closer and beg you to devour me.
Frustrated anxiety won’t allow me to breathe,
I am crazy as you speak into me.
Our lips are entwined…






Come closer as I try to smother you,
Consume my soul for what you’re about to do.
End this misery that is total ecstasy,
I am the master of this slavery.
Just one more time…