Tuesday, August 20, 2013

OM (Orgasmic Meditation)

I’ve posted something from these people before I think, but if you haven’t seen it you should check it out! I really want to try this with someone. It just seems like it could be such a powerful, intimate experience.

Anyway, I really am going to bed now! Goodnight :)

Wednesday, July 3, 2013
leighlondon:


this moment is the exact definition of perfection; i don’t know anything more intense and beautiful than two people, madly wanting each other but still restraining themselves because the tension is too flawless to be broken.

GOOD LORD ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME


How beautiful. It reminds me, tickles that sense memory, of the moment when your lips first brush, the first soft contact which sends fire surging through your body, like a strangely pleasurable panic attack. I guess intimacy doesn’t start off soft, but rather with electricity and danger. Set fire to my bones woman, singe my being with your soul.

leighlondon:

this moment is the exact definition of perfection; i don’t know anything more intense and beautiful than two people, madly wanting each other but still restraining themselves because the tension is too flawless to be broken.

GOOD LORD ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME

How beautiful. It reminds me, tickles that sense memory, of the moment when your lips first brush, the first soft contact which sends fire surging through your body, like a strangely pleasurable panic attack. I guess intimacy doesn’t start off soft, but rather with electricity and danger. Set fire to my bones woman, singe my being with your soul.

Friday, November 30, 2012

I realized I wanted to clarify a few things I neglected to say in my post last night.

I realized I wanted to explain that I’m very much a one girl kind of guy, if I get into something with someone, I think it’s always going to be serious, to some extent, that’s just how I am.

I guess I don’t take these things lightly, for one reason or another. I feel like polygamous relationships maybe wouldn’t feed my need for security to feel part of something, I mean something special, part of an insular unit, a partnership of two people facing the world together. And, you know, like I’m not alone in the world, and to feel needed, and share something with someone, to somehow have true intimacy.

I guess I could summarize the topics here: (and end up rambling again, oops!)

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Tuesday, September 25, 2012

I think what I crave most is intimacy

Not sexual gratification, though that would be nice, but simple intimacy. Holding someone, having them hold me back, the comforting closeness of another body pressed against your own, a sense of shared life in that moment, a kind of unity.

Actually, although obviously I’m talking about the physical (and emotional) intimacy between lovers, I guess I’m quite a physical, tactile, kinesthetic person in general. I mean, I go up to my family and hug them all the time, or I’ll put a hand on their shoulder as I ask them how they are, that kind of thing. I guess, for some reason, I connect with people in that way, almost like reassuring myself of their, and my own, existence haha :p But no, there is something strangely comforting about that contact with another human being. Sometimes even if you don’t know them very well, you can still have some kind of strangely profound moment of connection.

Anyway, like a lot of people, I love hugs haha :D Well, from the right people! I really like it when someone hugs you and you feel like they really mean it, it’s not just a quick clinical wrapping of arms but a proper embrace!

Goodness this has been a sappy, rambling post! I think I should go to bed :D

Oh but before I do, amusing thing happened today, my mother picked up a history of Lingerie for me from a church secondhand shop haha! It’s called ‘Whalebone to See-Through: A history of Body Packaging.’ Which is surely one of the more amusing titles I’ve ever read, well, the body packaging bit.

Actually that reminds me, a friend of mine told me once about this game he played at a party, where you have to come up with imagined titles for books (especially famous ones I think) which the publishers might have turned down by using synonyms or closely related words in exchange for the real words in the title. And so I came up with this one: Pubic Mound for, of course, that infamous illustrated erotic novel Fanny Hill! Rather good yes? haha :p

Sorry, such gratuitous silliness!

Goodnight my darlings :)

xoxox

-TF

p.s. Hugs to you all!

Tuesday, February 7, 2012
I thought I craved arousal. But now I think what I really long for is intimacy. TF (productofawanderingmind)
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
roughsextenderkisses:

The moment her little teddy slipped off her body she was left completely exposed. 

roughsextenderkisses:

The moment her little teddy slipped off her body she was left completely exposed. 

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

francaiseamericaine:

I just want someone to kiss right now. Then cuddle and nap with, staying in bed and lounging with all day. I can survive without sex; it’s the intimacy I can’t live without.