{"id":114,"date":"2019-09-19T08:55:52","date_gmt":"2019-09-19T08:55:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/comesutra.orionadeas.com\/?p=114"},"modified":"2019-09-20T05:42:26","modified_gmt":"2019-09-20T05:42:26","slug":"sex-is-about-power","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/comesutra.com\/index.php\/2019\/09\/19\/sex-is-about-power\/","title":{"rendered":"SEX IS ABOUT POWER"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Everything  in the world is about sex except sex .<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sex is about Power<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am filled with time and again
with heart-aching thoughts 
when I think
of the fire
and frost of memories
of the everlastingness touch\u2026.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We thought everything would be 
forgotten, but I still remember your
fingers running down my neck.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cChemistry  \u201c was him touching my mind. He was in state of fire that I loved.I wanted to be burnt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Starting  with my mind , ran his  finger tips  along the edge of  my fantasies ,learning  where the sharp unexpected edges are and reveal in the feel of each curve.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He lifted his head, the sight of his dark, disheveled hair, eyes glinting with longing in the lamp light, the gorgeous spread of his shoulders, tapering down to the narrow thrust of his hips, made my ovaries ache deep in my lower abs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

                           \u201cI wanted  to taste myself  on his fingers\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Touched me like he owns me !<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You are like a god, like an immortal one,’ I whispered to him , my naked body pressed to his, our sweat golden and glistening in the candlelight. ‘Oh, my angel,’ he whispered back to me, ‘You are more mortal than all and a part of me dies every night -I lie\u2019s with you\u2019.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Every single inch of  our body pressed against each other ,still I could say\u2019 pull me closer\u2019.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There was a long ,low sound expressing pleasure\u2026.name which still resides in that moment.Whole body was tingling with pleasure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After the connection is made, words cease to exist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The conversation between my finger and his skin was the most important discussion .<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Long ,low sound resounds  me  still from the memories of  his well-defined, broad shoulders  and along his strong arms and around to his brawny back, holding his gorgeous male body against mine.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt started from eyes which never lies !… A pleasure which left an untouched Treasure\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Agree it  was \u201cSexual pleasure\u201d , a passion to which all others are subordinate but in which they all unite.Only a obsersvant , who  discovers the person they have always dreamed of will know -\u201cSexual energy  come  to play even before sex even takes place. The greatest pleasure isn\u2019t sex, but the passion with which it is practiced. When the passion is intense, then sex joins in to complete the dance, but it is never the principal aim.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

BUT  —–SEX IS EMOTION IN MOTION                     <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSex isn\u2019t good unless it means something. It doesn\u2019t necessarily need to mean \u201clove\u201d and it doesn\u2019t necessarily need to happen in a relationship, but it does need to mean intimacy and connection\u2026\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Without that connection, good sex can be good, but nothing beats having your brain intoxicated with love hormones. NOTHING.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There exists a very fine line between being sexually liberated and being sexually used.\u201dRead through  most feminists and you will find underneath there is a woman who longs to be a sex object, the difference is that is not all she longs to be.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Important thing \u201cI\u2019ve learned in all these years is not to make love when you really don\u2019t feel it as  there\u2019s probabilty– nothing worse you can do to yourself than that.\u201cNothing is perpetual in this world. Not even your everlasting soul!\u201d\n\n<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Everything  in the world is about sex except sex . Sex is about Power I am filled with time and againwith heart-aching thoughts when I thinkof the fireand frost of memoriesof the everlastingness touch\u2026. We thought everything would be forgotten, but I still remember yourfingers running down my neck. \u201cChemistry  \u201c was him touching my mind. He was in …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":115,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5,3],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/comesutra.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/114"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/comesutra.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/comesutra.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/comesutra.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/comesutra.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=114"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/comesutra.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/114\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":170,"href":"https:\/\/comesutra.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/114\/revisions\/170"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/comesutra.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/115"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/comesutra.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=114"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/comesutra.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=114"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/comesutra.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=114"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}