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











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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
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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 




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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

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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

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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… 

Friday, July 19, 2013

Poetry: Lie To Me







Lie to me when your heart is in it.


Let me be your only witness.

I close my eyes to her existence.

Treat me like your only princess.




If I should sever the infected part of my heart,

Try you for war crimes against my naked love,

Castrate you with my shattered pieces of self-esteem,

Who will kiss and hold me until the hurt dissolves?



I rise to find a more suited ilk,

The honorable that wear morality like silk,

Yet despite how I am beheld and loved when I am gone,

When I am not, their affection leaves me so alone.




Your worship of me despite what I could not see,

Is second to no one that has championed me.

I am the greatest instrument in your symphony,

And as I am played I surrender to this bliss willfully.



Against my will I concede to the way you love me,

I retreat to a settlement in love as a plea.

I forgo commonsense to embrace the dream,

To be treated like a queen as long as you lie to me.



Indulge me like a queen again,

Resume the role of my greatest friend,

Lie to me and let's pretend,

Because love is blind in the end.


~ Ivory


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








Monday, July 15, 2013

Freaky Fact: Bondage Around the House *18+ older*




Today’s technical term for a good spanking is no longer S&M; it has evolved into BDSM and there is a colorful picture to somewhat explain the acronym to your right. For the average everyday couple that is looking for a little tweak to their twitch, here is where you can started: Bondage Around the House…


First off, everyone loves when control is taken from you. Be honest! If you're into kinky fuckery, you know what I mean.To dominant girls or a big guys, control is something you are used to. Play with the idea and it might be just what the doctor ordered for putting some Adobo in your sex life. Losing control through bondage or just through an agreement is the thrill of it all. There is a rush when we are not in control. We take what we can do during our moments of 'fuckery' for granted until those rights are gone. The limitations when it comes to sex can be quite arousing, e.g. your ability to see while blindfolded; your ability to touch while your hands are bound; your ability to squirm if you’re bound to something stiff, etc…



Fun facts about your significant other: learn their clothing sizes. It makes everything so much easier when your scheming about making things steamy. This leads to getting even more creative when you are looking to wrastle that thang and you don’t have to worry about what they are wearing.



Some fun items that guys can use on their ladies:

  • Heels:  that have the ankle strap; this is the best way to bind her feet to the legs of a chair, bed posts, etc… You can loop a tie between the straps and her feet are bound.
  • Bracelets: fit over her hands but hang loosely so it will be easy to bind them anywhere.
  • T-Shirt: The ladies always have these tight T-shirts and just pull it over her head like its around the back of her neck and shoulders then slide it half way down her arms and push her on to the bed face up. VoilĂ  she is now bound at the elbows and your official sex dumpling.
  • Bath robe: when she comes out of the shower and wants to tease you, open up her robe, slide it just passed her shoulders and then pull the robe together behind her like a huge ponytail and then twist the robe until it’s nice and snug around upper arm and shoulders then push her on to the bed and tease her until she needs to take another shower.
  • Watches: this ruins the element of surprise if you have her put two on, so have her put one on and a bracelet. This is the best way to accessorize your excessive access to her sexiness.
  • Cooking apron: Guys just be bold about it, have her wear the cooking apron naked and when her cooking gets your pots cooking just untie her apron and retie her hands behind her. After that do what you like.



Guys please remember that you can have this everyday stuff laying around and when she wears the right outfit, OR she wears what you have bought her to wear (hint, hint) you can spring your plan into action effortlessly.




Ladies here are some fun items to use on your man:

  • Ties: of course for the guys it’s the easiest, strongest, most versatile thing in his closet. So tie until you can tie no more.
  • Their own buns: Take a page from the SWAT/Police handbook of how to restrict the movements of your perp. Make him sit on his hands and they will be restrained by his own weight. It is best on a stool where his feet don't touch the ground. If his weight is on his hands he cannot use his legs to lift himself off of them.
  • Dress shirts: if you have ever taken off or tried to take off a dress shirt off your man, its nearly impossible if he has not unbuttoned his cuffs. Keep them buttoned up and you will have him buttoned down. 
  • T-Shirts: Yes this works for guys too, just make sure it’s kind of tight. Guys tend have loose fitting T’s.
  • Bracelets: Yes ladies this works on men as well. You can find very inexpensive rope bracelets and they will be sturdy enough to tie him to something. Shackle and tackle him, he will thank you for it in the morning...unless you ride that cowboy until the early morning.






Now the stage is set for some great action.



Know that you can get as creative as you like as long as you don’t go overboard. We want this to be a reoccurring theme. The better it is the more they will ask for it again and again. Just make sure they say ‘please’ or they get nothing. Losing control is just an illusion….or is it?



Happy cumming!


~Ivory


Cumming Soon:  Music to Sex to, The Spank, Lie to Me