Things You Thought You Knew

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Poetry: Farewell Lover

Intertwined,

By design,

Trapped in a gaze.

A flutter,

Don't look,

I can't turn away.

A smile,
An invitation,
I just want to play.

Tangled,
From afar,
I don't even know your name.

Please,

Don't stop,

May I drink you in?

Magnetic,

Breath electric,

I notice your grin.

Hotter,
This flash,
I feel it deep within.

Broken,
But for a second,
This eternity is at an end.

Whimsical,

Playful moment.

Farewell lover that could have been.

~Ivory

O-Review

Liquid Courage
Butterfly Ice
Come Between My Pages
Death of a Butterfly
Torturous Bliss
He said She said
Lie To Me
You
The Clown Princess of Sorrow
Harmonica Orgasm
Play-Write
Smash and Dash: Car Sex Do's Don't's
Bondage Around the House
Whisper Orgasm

Exploration of Self

Friday, May 20, 2016

Poetry: Liquid Courage

If there is a way to drown in happiness,
then I am dying.

Each bated breath that does not bear your scent feels wasted.

The instant before we touch you are still too far away.

When you dirty my thoughts and you're not here it is the happiest misery.

My body transcends ‘want’ to ‘need’, ‘ask’ to ‘plead’, ‘serene’ to
‘electricity’.

Missing you feels so good,

Having you feels so right,

Tasting you feels like life,

Pleasing you feeds my writhe.

Touch my despair and set me free.

Devour my fire, lay waste to my sanity.

Occupy my soul, prey on my body.

Scorched sea of blistered calamity.

If there is a way to drown in happiness,
I embrace the depths to which I have fallen.

~Ebony

O-Review

Butterfly Ice
Come Between My Pages
Death of a Butterfly
Torturous Bliss
He said She said
Lie To Me
You
The Clown Princess of Sorrow
Harmonica Orgasm
Play-Write
Smash and Dash: Car Sex Do's Don't's
Bondage Around the House
Whisper Orgasm

Exploration of Self

Invitees: +PoetryLove Arts +Just Poets +Diode Poetry Journal +Sexia Abbott +Liliana Quintero +Sara Panada +Sexy Nerd Girl +R.M. The Writer

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Poetry: Butterfly Ice

Delicate and cold my heart is the butterfly made from ice.

Crystalline and refined my lines are sleek and entwined.
This frost is the blanket that keeps me warm inside.
Painful should your naked skin want to touch mine.

Fear makes my defenses hardened and restless.
Your tenderness calls to my wetness.
The colder I am, the harder I become.
Cold because that is how I am most beautiful.

Eloquent stance when I am alone,
Bold enough to stand for what makes me whole.
I find comfort when I am most frigid,
Thus apologize to no one when they are frost bitten.

~ Ivory

O-Review
Come Between My Pages
Death of a Butterfly
Torturous Bliss
He said She said
Lie To Me
You
The Clown Princess of Sorrow
Harmonica Orgasm
Play-Write
Smash and Dash: Car Sex Do's Don't's
Bondage Around the House
Whisper Orgasm

Exploration of Self

Cuming soon: Enjoying the Suck

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Poetry: Come Between My Pages

Release my story,

I am bound.

Hold me firm,

I won’t make a sound,

Taste from my literate,

Help me break these vowels.

Come between my pages,

Read each line out loud.

Find pleasure in this tale,

No matter the hour.

My plot is in your hands,

It is yours to devour.

Let your eyes speak to me,

As they plunder and scour

Patiently I wait,

Your logophilic flower.

~ 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

Cuming soon: Ice Butterfly

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 p9 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...