Power of Mind……Power of Heels…… part 5
Erotic - Non Fiction
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Tomorrow we will be moving into the last days in single numbered days. I believe you will find them as tantalizing, as I would. I am eager to observe you on the catwalk. Few things in life leave me speechless. Though I also know this is much more than being speechless. I enjoy the oceans taste on my lips fused with the salt and vinegar, before I retired to a warm soak and an overnight, next to the oceans lullaby. Tonga, spice, like all things nice, along with the oceans moist and rumble… my wondering mind, healthy moist and vibrations…..what a symphony ……
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Waking up that sweet Friday morning…….realizing where I am by hearing the oceans gentle flow……stimulates my bladder even more……..I have to take myself to the toilet…….as I found my way to the bathroom, enjoying the touches through the open windows. Absolutely captivated in a consciousness transporting me to a space I love breathing in.
Closing my eyes on the toilet. Hearing the difference of the flow in the wake up puddle against the flow of the ocean. The fragrance of the ocean, through the open windows. The crisp against my skin as every touch caress my canvas into a state of pure pleasure. After rinsing hands, a conscious, unconscious range of bare feet steps, back to bed. It took all of my being to shut my mind to relaxation. Two hours later, my devices tone, reminding me of a real world out there, I disconnected from. My nipples aroused as they were 2 hours earlier, my pussy and thighs, their usual presence of a healthy warmth. My mind realized it was day 9 ……… my mouth only new four letters at that moment. FUCK!!! At this stage I wanted to be as far away from everything as possible. The mind said, not going to happen girl, you committed to a good cause, you always deliver on a commitment…….Device tones …. Interrupted again…….. got up, cold shower, hot coffee. Enjoyed it out there with an extended blanket of fog out on the veranda…….. my nipples, absolutely loved every touch from nature. The sensations it leaves one with, thrilling, enchanted magic.
This always leads me back in time to my first erotic story I had to read……It was an instruction at the time of my choice as a “s” subject into a very sacred alternative world. It also earned me my first spanking. (As I do not take instructions) Accepting a spanking, much more exciting. I recalled the burning sensations, whenever I am in a fog or misty welcome. It fizzes my entirety into a different existence. The lyrics shape from a symphony which could only be derived from a variety of floggers. Barely dressed and off to the beach I was. Being between seaweed, sand and flutters of very early calm waves in the fog, with hardly anything on, untainted, wholesome ecstasy. I could hardly see my hand in front of me. Drowning out the existence of another world I had to face that upcoming week. During the time I spend there, in those moments, which was all that mattered at that time.
I enjoyed the feeling of damp cloth, as it strived by attaching itself to my canvas from the moist it collected. A deep fog bank, leaving one to wonder what could be next to one, or close by. What will one discover once the sun start to absorb its visibility? As the fog formed depth, birthing of a mystique slayer, to follow the path of no visibility…….the picture in mind shaped …. Bondage, positioning one as a stretched out cloth, where only the language of breath will communicate erotic array of harmonies as every strand will express erotic pulse. Blindfolds, shaped from ripped cloth from something you may have worn. Hearing made impossible other than the erotic version of Gabriella Smith, Carrot Revolution. Aizuri Quartet. Headphones fitted to your helpless spread. The rise from self through the challenge of this amazing work, could re shape you to a new erotic version of self. Your mind could be a race on track, during the version received from the mixed violin tones from various musical violin movements. Choice of focus during this works along with floggers of various strands of weight, texture, impact and flow of rhythm’s from the wrist. A quartet of strands, complementing the piece. Graphics from Alex Varenne, Erotic Opera, formed part of my mental state. What you hear, feel, breathe, smell, inhale and exhale. What you think you think, and wat you really thought while you inhale yourself through this amazing erotic journey, a once off piece of art. If you could process this into a work for the highest bidder, you would be home free. So would the Investor be, with extended opportunity to interview you. Your altitude, different heights reached through such a journey. Opulent and ripe, prepared to accept the direction led further with Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata …..
Complete acceptance to form oneness with a refined art of leather as it strikes, with skill. Erotic, sensual, however utterly sharp sensation, created, not a damaged canvas. Hypnotic state reached between the sting of the leather tail and the violins strings, the message transportation to the neurotransmitters are having a wild party through the body. During the second round, Vivaldi, Lestate…….complete and utter satisfaction….soothing into the Solas with Jamie Duffy…….the ocean touched my thighs……..gently bringing me back to the life I was at………although the mass of power, arrived with gentle swirls between my thighs. Collecting from me, transporting micro particles of my being, in the flow of the current. It could end up in the depths of the oceans core, which return my cells as a nutrient to live organisms from my womb. How amazing the circles of life. If I think of all my orgasms which is part of the 97% of all water on earth, I understand why so many people are attracted to this source of power to rejuvenate. I do know, I am part of this huge 97% of fluid. Influences by all our earthly elements from the moons to the axle. As I walked back through the bank of fog, which cleared up in my view, the further I walked away towards my place of stay close by. Day 9 Is still breathing, and so am I. I realized, the envelope 8 and 7, was at the office. Perhaps it is a good thing….Right back in my mental space to be a presence in the joy of why I ended up where I was. ……….Close to a reserved piece of nature, is where I disappeared to during that later morning. A bit of a drive, however, super happy whenever I have the pleasure to be spending time at the gem. A hidden little sacred retreat. A overnight bag, a throw or two, toiletry bag, leaving your hat on and good to go. At arrival, as per usual, nothing changed. Untouched nature with a balance from the streams where you just cleanse and soak for hours. You just are…..A strength drawn from a peaceful aroma, adding to the ambiance enriched from natural oils. Circling your presence where you soak in one of the clay tubs before you embark into your journey of choice. Be it the clay paths through the green forest, where the hand rolled incense follow you. Lured to experience the hypnotic sense from the natural oils released from heated placed herbal packages, rolled in nature’s leaves. Inhale as the burner’s heat fuse the communication. Experience your soul, even if it may feel lost or at the brim of soul orphanage, perhaps, but welcomed by the journey to reach Sãdhãna. A barefoot path through the paths of the creative labyrinths. The fountain with light lanterns, and foot baths everywhere. Distinct gentle tones from the various chimes draped on all the paths. Like a miniature Yatra, to experience your joy as a divinity. At the core of this space, you will find yourself in the silence of the huge stone hut. Fireplace cushions and wraps everywhere. The huge candle corners with kilograms of melted wax over many months, years perhaps……..Lures me, distracts me. The candles heat alone is a lure……..
The following morning, after my morning shower, a sensuous flow, breakfast under the trees, surrounded by the sounds of chimes in the breeze, bird life, the fuse of amazing java brew, fresh fragrance from the pine trees…….. I still feel the remains of the candle wax after I played with the heat sensations at the candle corners, the night before. Walking down the pathways before I need to depart, at the end of the hidden walkway. Before I step out, bow at your own divinity….find your feet wear and depart. Feeling enthralled but fulfilled, as do my impetuous mind. Fatigue was restored to newness the magic chant from the Sadhus of ancient times, such a presence. Keeps me grounded, sane and focused. Appeased, as somewhere in the business, demands and pressures, I clearly lost too much of something. Invoke ones supreme focus, is never a bad movement, rather an enchanting growth of much in self-discovery in every step of the journey. Thus way each experience are a deeper joy. Complete oneness at core with each other, sadly, non-existing for a large majority.
On my way back, fulfilled but not truly my joy to return to Cape Town. A final stop where I stayed at the ocean. Collected all my belongings, Checked out after that good bye for now, dip in the ocean, roll in the sand, dip in the ocean. Shower down, a rag for the road, a hat, and a bottle of ice water. Under my hat, wet hair dripping down my shoulders, down my spine, thought provoking …….hot wax dripping next to the even flow of iced liquid down my spine…….as it reaches my lower back, sacrum, enjoying the internal rhythm….. I realize the traffic as well……..change of music is required as well as focus……..Composure, Cape Town………. Enjoyed the energy with James….Hype…. ‘’CLOSER” As Monday is the next day , one week left before the event……. Best just to get on James Hype………the traffic was much clearer that way…..I was tempted to stop off at the office once I got to Cpt. Also realized not a smart move to enter under surveillance the way I was clothed not clothed. Home girl……. A lot to put together for Monday, catch up and have the order of the day……remember you just left last week woman…..By the time I was unpacked, up to date for Monday. Everything ready to take on morning departure….. time for evening shower. In my bedroom space , every time as I walk through the space Tonga, gets my attention, captivate my thoughts……..still slight sensitivity from the hot candle wax play on my breasts as the shower water landed…….the little gift carrier screams at me at every passing. I just kept winking at it with a smile…………..
Part 6 to follow up…….. close and personal
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Published November 2023
Published on SH February 2024
