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Time for some erotica

She sat in his office.. looking beautiful.. a chaotic mess in a dress.. close to tears.. but she trusted him..she was comfortable with him.. ” Why do they reject me.. why do they resent me?” she asked him in sobs.. blue/green eyes on the verge of exploding into tears of passion and rage.. He spoke to her softly ..with gentleness he said ” You threaten them with your potent sexuality.. you are ahead of your time.. you make them feel insecure .” Tears began to roll down her checks.. as he spoke the words she knew were the truth..the truth she dreaded because she didn’t know how to be anything else but what she was.

” But I don’t know how to hold it in. I don’t know how to hold it back.. I have a fever in me..a passion that burns me up and it burns them too doesn’t it?” She curled her legs up to her chest.. kicking her high heeled open toed shoes onto the floor with a thud.. the strap of her cream colored summer dress slid seductively onto her shoulder.. he tried not to notice.. he reminded himself to stay professional.. neutral.

But when she started to sob he couldn’t help but cross the room to sit beside her and rub her shoulders. She looked up into his dark brown eyes.. his eyes so dark they reflected back to her.. her own tear filled gaze.. she saw her sorrow in his eyes.. and he saw her see it.. he took her into her arms ” Gloria..” he said sweetly and tenderly.. “You will find someone.. you will find someone that gets you.” She rested her head on his strong shoulder.. and and leaned into his lap.. ” Please just hug me for a while Frank.” and so he did.. getting lost in her scent..in her warmth..in the softness of her shoulders that he continued to message ..and then he placed his chin on her silky hair..just then she turned her head and their lips brushed.. so lightly .. yet with such heat.. he lost control and kissed her.. the kiss was claiming..and the fire was ignited.. there was no turning back..

She pressed her firm breast against his dress shirt.. his hands slid under the other strap of her summer dress exposing her shoulders and he kissed down her neck.. she begged him not to stop..she said ” I need you.. I need you to make love to me with tenderness and love.. I need you to heal my shattered heart.”  He exposed her soft round breast .. and then the other..bringing her dress down to her waist.. he cupped them both as she graceful tossed her head and hair back..arching as he took her hard nipples into his mouth.. he took his time giving her the pleasure she so longed for..

Then, in her need to have his chest exposed she clawed frantically at his tie and shirt… and he then helped her undress him.. and all at once he pulled her dress to the floor.. they kissed and necked as she reached for his hard erection through is pants ” Gloria .. Gloria ” he panted.. he moaned ” We should stop Gloria..this is so unprofessional of me… but I can’t stop unless you stop me.. I just can’t stop.” She unzipped his pants ” I won’t stop you Frank.. don’t stop Frank.. I won’t tell anyone.. make love to me.. I need you” She clawed his pants down..and sank to her knees in front of him.. she took is member in her hands.. his sweet, silky firm shaft.. she looked up at him lovingly as she took him in between her soft wet.. full lips.. he groaned as he felt her tongue stroke and pull on him… when he knew he was close.. he picked her up and placed her on his couch… and then he used his tongue on her.. she lay open and vulnerable for him.. totally exposed..sweet and sexy.. like the most exotic fruit.. they made eye contact as his tongue made contact .. he said ” I am not stopping until you beg me too.” because she trusted him; she had multiple orgasms.. big beautiful orgasms that she lost her heartache in.. she withered and screamed out his name..she cried with relief and bliss..as he did what all the others feared to do.. he loved her instead of hurting and mocking her.. he mended all the sorrow.. and then she begged him..” Please .. Please .. Please Frank I need you inside of me!!!”.. he rose..and stood above her..

He thrust deeply and with intensity.. making eye contact with her.. he was fully present for her.. for her pleasure but also for his own.. she was swollen and engorged .. every stroke was fire.. and every scream spoke of the passion between them… she had so much frustration..and he had repressed his feelings for her for far too long..they were an explosion of passion and pure rapture..

The pain and sorrow were long forgotten ..all that was left..was this pure bliss.. a white hot flame.

The Female Orgasm

 

What makes a woman orgasmic and what causes her from orgasming or achieving quality orgasms?

Women fake orgasms because they are probably to tired/ill/depleted and too sexually repressed to have them.

The subconscious and conscious thoughts of a woman who hasn’t had an orgasm, has trouble reaching orgasm or has poor quality orgasms are self defeating thoughts. Often they feel unattractive for varying reasons, I am going to touch on.. and they sexually repress themselves by ingrained social and religious stigmas; thoughts like ” Only slutty women touch their vaginas. Only women without morals actually like sex and want it.” or thoughts like ” I am fat and ugly, I cannot even place myself in my own sexual fantasies.” .. {she has low self esteem.}

The woman that cannot reach orgasm is usually a martyr .. she puts everyone ahead of herself. She sees her self worth by how others view her to be a good woman, to be a ultra submissive, servant to family and friends.. she is too nice, too kind, too giving and allows others to drain her over her energy.. she doesn’t ever say no. She doesn’t set healthy boundaries. She is exhausted and drained of her vital life force, and so she hasn’t anything left to put into her orgasm.

The woman who cannot reach orgasm doesn’t feel safe in her life. Her basic needs for love, acceptance, finances and even her physical safety may be at risk constantly.. she hasn’t any resources to call on for help; or feels so lowly about her own worth that she stays in a horrible relationship that drains her of her feminine essence.. once again it comes down to self worth.

The woman who is orgasmic.. holds herself in high esteem .. she will not tolerate abusive behaviors by anyone in her life. She takes care of her body. She is very aware of whom she gives her time or energy to. A woman who is orgasmic takes time for the pleasures in her own life; how ever small they maybe she takes time for her alone time.. to recharge. A woman who is orgasmic will stay single and on her own until she meets the right man that will treat her with the love and respect she treats herself with.. Yes there are women who will sleep around, and sleep with unsuitable men ..that treat them without respect; that do have orgasms but they are not quality orgasms.. they are shallow and only serve as an addiction to sex, that is used to cover up the lack of self love within them. The woman who has deep, sensual quality orgasms has a deep sense of herself and her worth. She doesn’t take on societal shaming or religious shaming of her sexuality. She has the wisdom of knowing her sexual fantasies are her own mysteries into the depths of her passions..she embraces even her darkest needs. She knows that her mind can entertain many deep dark, sensual, gritty fantasies without having to act them out in reality..she has no shame. She sees her imperfections .. as uniqueness.

 

The woman who experiences intense orgasms is more than in touch with her body..she is in touch with her soul through creativity.. she plants gardens, writes poetry, makes babies, decorates, sings, collects beautiful things.. she exercises her choices..she has a voice and she uses it with out apologies..she takes up room..she takes up space..she has a presence. She is decadence in form.. she seeks out pleasure to be pleasure..she fills her cup to over flowing… the woman who is void of this.. who is empty from over giving..of giving herself away.. hasn’t anything to give to herself.. she is a barren landscape that must be healed and re-nourished by the pursuit of her own pleasures.

As you can see the female orgasm starts long before she ever touches her own body.. she needs to give herself permission to be open to receiving pleasure even from her own hand..she must submit to pleasure for pleasure..she must give herself the allowance of decadence.. she must allow her fantasies..she must allow her imperfections and see them as unique beauty to be aroused of herself, before she can ever be aroused by a lover.. she must spend time alone with herself away from the busy world that demands all of her energy, to find and replenish her own self worth.. then she is ready to begin exploring her own body.

The most important epiphany any woman will ever have is that she is of herself.. she is not defined as a mother, daughter, sister, wife, friend.. she is not defined by anything or anyone outside of herself..she isn’t defined by society or religion..she is defined by her own will and spirit.

When she has defined herself.. when she touches her breast, her clitoris.. when she finds her G-spot.. when her mind and heart are cleared of all outside forces she will be able to be present with her orgasm.. she will have a cosmic connection to the divinity of her femininity ..

I do believe that when women become awakened to this desire ..the desire of self exploration the entire universe will shift with the awakening of the divine feminine within each and every woman that chooses her Inner Goddess over The Martyr.

If a woman is orgasmic but cannot have an orgasm with you ( if you’r a man reading this post ) it is probably because she doesn’t feel safe with you, or you are not present with her in her orgasm.. meaning you are rushing her through it.. you are not into giving her or helping her achieve her orgasm.. in essence you are being selfish and lazy. For a woman to totally open up to you, you must be into her pleasure as well as your own pleasure.. if you are just wanting her to orgasm to appease your ego ..she may feel this as a pressure to perform for you and then again you are being selfish. So if she doesn’t have problems reaching quality orgasms on her own.. you will have to find away to be with her and totally enraptured by her.. ravishing her for her desires to experience her orgasms with her.

To read more about The Goddess in you.. please go to Balboa Press to purchase my book ( The Goddess, an Expression of the Divine Feminine ) by Gracie Ackerman

Sensitive

 

Love is so painful and raw; no matter how down-to-earth I try to be I cannot help but be swept off my feet..

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My heart is tender and compassionate and so my passions run free towards sentimentalities..

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This sensuousness in me stimulates me to deliciousness and it brings me to my knees..

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So much pleasure brings so much pain but I cannot help but love the sweet punishment that it brings..

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Exposed, open and bare, ravished by a a hunger that leaves me famished I am engorged for more..

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There is no rational, no lucid or logical for I am sensual, captivating, eager and willing for the taking..

I am sensitive

I am deep, and awaiting penetrating of his piercing, sharp gaze into my soul he breaks though my defenses..

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My fragrance is the essence; carnal surrender as I give the core, the thrust towards the sweetness within..

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I am overwhelmed and overwhelming by the breathtaking way  he plunges in with resolute desire  to enslave..

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He descends and submerges in his urges as I shiver with pure concentrated pain that becomes my pleasure..

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And as I quiet, as I sink into the bliss he begins again to take with earnestness what is oh so juicy and tender..

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I am his oasis

 

I am his oasis.. as the world is a barren place.. he comes to me to fill his heart and slake his thirst. I am his nourishment and his sweet fruit.

He comes to me dry and parched many arrows run through his heart; as he has been to warring in a world full of cruelty he needs me.

I am his oasis

There is no need for his white trusty steed; he shakes his dented armor free as he comes to have his fill of me.

On my soft breast he rests his weary head; to cry brittle tears; as he has been strong for far to long but I judge his weakness not.

I am his oasis

His bitter tears of pain untold turn to sweetness within my folds and then within he takes what he needs from me.

My cup is full and it runneth over; he can take so much more of me forever more over and over.

I am his oasis

In me he sheaths his sword and plants his seed and then I grow for him the new strength he needs.

I am his oasis

The world promises him dreams of fortune and fate; but with his battlement it doth pay, but at a price of leaving him dry.

For fortune and fate cannot mandate the depth of a woman’s heart that heals his wary soul’s plight.

I am his oasis

I give to him soft rest and breast, sweet thighs that await him to penetrate them.

In the morn he brave again, is ready to raise again to the fight.. because..

I am his oasis

My love is the cup that fills his dry parched soul again, again, for I am his for the taking.

I am his oasis

His madness in me

 

I crave his pain.. his demons disease..

his madness in me

My flesh flushed in need..

his madness in me

My heart how it bleeds of fire..

his madness in me

I await him trembling with desire..

his madness in me

I want his punishing needs obsessive to please..

his madness in me

To break me until I am consumed of ..

his madness in me

His mistress of pleasure I will be ..

his madness in me

The Art of Pleasuring

 

I believe that we have forgotten how to truly pleasure ourselves, we have been duped into thinking that pleasure is expensive when it is the simple things that bring the most pleasure. Women have become manicured, well behaved and seeking male approval and by doing so they have not learned how to pleasure their own minds, bodies, spirits and hearts. To be tamed is to become dried and brittle.. to be wild is be wet and and playful.. but we are made to believe that is when a woman becomes a slut. . I am always redefining everything.. even words are but nothing without the meaning that we put on them by our perspectives or social conditioning. Social conditioning is what tames the wild out of every woman.. when in fact a pleasure seeking slut is what she needs to become to set herself free… free to explore her own body, her sexual fantasies .. to touch her own skin, caress her own heart.. to think her own juicy thoughts..to run down that path.. to let her spirit guide her..

What does this contentment look like? How is it found? It is found in giving yourself permission to explore the sensual..if it be a lazy day in the sun, sleeping naked, savoring melted chocolate on your tongue.. to move your body through sensual dance our pounding strength workouts.. it comes by saying no.. no to those who drain a woman of her essence, demanding that she give all of her energy and time away, no to the games people play, saying no to others to make room for the self. To care about you, so that you can be more present in taking care of others..but truly even more succulent is to secretly not give a shit.. to rebel against the social norms of the well behaved woman.. to go deep into your own world and sexual fantasies and not be sorry one damn bit..

To imagine what you will about whom you will..to imagine him fucking you just the way you want him too.. to take the time alone in your room to eat dark chocolate, read erotica, listen to your favorite mood music and touch between your own softness.. to gush, to wither, to moan and thrash.. to be dripping, moist, fleshy and juicy just for you… to explore your darkest, dirtiest fantasy and not regret it.. don’t be sorry.

Succumb and submit to the erotic self… love your erect nipples, the the catching of your breath, the sweet softness of your own feminine flesh.. no matter your age or size.. no matter .. for you are a Goddess..

The wild calls to us.. it calls us back to our primitive nature.. to fill ourselves once more with sunshine, playtime,  this horny lust for life that women have forgotten competing for male attention, competing as to who can work the hardest; complete the most tasks, work the longest hours.. while she should be sleeping, soaking up the sweet beauty of the night when she can… moonlight on her voluptuousness..star dust on her breast..

This dirty sin that we label as slutty .. that we call bad..this badness is so good, so right and erotically it is the elixir that we need to cure us..to make us and keep us wet… the climax of life, the orgasm that never lets up.

The Persecution of Women’s Sexuality

 

The persecution of women’s sexuality is exactly why I wrote my book…… so it shouldn’t be such a shock that I have faced intense persecution for writing said book. ( The Goddess, an Expression of the Divine Feminine ) you can find it on Amazon.ca

Anyway…

This madness has been going on since the dawn of the Christian age, or since the dawn of all male based organized religions.. do you really think the witch burnings were about witchcraft? No.. it was a way of controlling women’s sexuality and power. Usually the women that were burned were attractive, intelligent, natural doctors and healers, midwives, or just very independent women.. and by being so in charge of their own bodies and sexuality.. very powerful indeed.. as I have found out still very feared by society..and even by other women who have learned through social ( norms ) to work within this system..they find it a threat to have to face their own power past male approval.. and they find women in their sexual power to be a threat and so they compete with cruelty and social shunning of these women ( like me ) that they feel threaten their position with their men.. Yet it is women like me that will eventually free them from their sexual slavery in this male based ( still in the dark ages ) society..but some women have learned to love their captivity as it takes too much strength and courage to take a stand themselves..and to stand alone for themselves..and so instead they eat from the hand that metaphorically or actually beats them… because they fear the responsibility of being grown women striking out on their own.. doing it for themselves.. 99% of women cannot become successful without male money or approval..

Even if we look at the world of modeling and adult movies.. or Playboy.. these women are actually pimped..they earn a fraction of what the big male based, male run media structure makes off of them, their images, their sexuality..that is twisted into what they think men want to see.. not as to what, and who women actually are… so do you think they want to see my book succeed? How would that rock this industry if a woman, without male money, without male approval, backing of any sort..sold her own sexuality, her own image, in a raw and natural non pornographic form to teach other women how to own and stand in their own sexuality.. can’t say that revolution would go over to well.. and that is why women’s sex is either pornographic or puritan..because it takes power away from women..and puts their sexuality into the hands of men.. men who say that you are either a slut, whore, good girl or wife material.. that women can only be.. this or that..but not the full spectrum of who they are..because we can be wives, mothers, scientist, artist, and raw, sex and lustful when we want to be..when it suits us..not when it makes men comfortable…not when it makes us sellable, and objectified.. or weakened under control.. this is what many insecure men are afraid of.. being held accountable, being made to grow the fuck up and see women and accept them ( us ) for the fullness of who we are..

Why do you think we are made to feel dirty for menstruation? Why do you think women are made to feel dirty for liking sex and wanting lots of it? Why do you think women are made to feel like sluts for having multiple partners or for having sexual fantasies of sleeping with more than one man at a time? Why do you think these double standards exist? It is because men are insecure.. and other women who buy into this crap are afraid of being out-ed as bad girls, afraid of being ( ABANDONED) and so it is that the power holds sway..

I have had women say things to me like ” Stop pushing your body and sexuality onto everyone” meaning I am too afraid to do what you are doing so stop doing it because it shows me my fear..I don’t want to aware of this fear, my ignorance is bliss.. or men say to me ” How many men do you need?” meaning I am afraid of your sexuality because I am insecure that I am not enough for you..so I need to make you feel shameful because it makes me feel powerful, because when I am around a woman like you that knows her own body, knows what she wants, and what she likes.. I am afraid that I am not man enough to give it to you..so I am going to label you a bad girl and a slut..that way I don’t have to face this fear..instead I can be brutal and mean to you because you are putting it out there asking for it.. I am afraid you will laugh at me for not being able to satisfy you …

Of course all of these situations exist in every woman’s daily life to some degree or another.. when she goes to the beach and shows her body, when she get as a little drunk and a little loosened up.. when she is liking sex with him and suddenly he gets insecure about being enough for her..or who she was with before him.. ( was he better ) that is his worse fear..and that is why virginal good girls are wanted by these types of guys..

Yet there are men out there just waiting for our ( hell cat ) to become unleashed.. just yearning for a woman that can challenge him and get him burning hot.. those are the guys that are evolved and living in their true masculinity..they don’t feel the need to control a woman..actually they set her free..

Sexual Fantasy

I have been studying the psychology of sexual fantasy.. reading many blogs.. like ” Psychology Today” I found myself thinking ” These people really need to learn the art of role play.” OMG seriously stuffy shrinks. Like for instance comparing your childhood issues to your need to be dominated. Saying things like ” You learned your neediness from your relationships with your parents.” Pleeeeazzzzzze!

We need sexual fantasy because real life can be so bloody boring! And come on.. we can shrink the shit out of everything and in doing so suck the fun out of everything.

I think we want what we are told we shouldn’t have because it is just exciting; and I don’t think that if people crave some excitement in their lives that they are all messed up. And I bet anything the psychotherapist who study this ( Human Behavior) have the kinkiest sex or they need to.

We all need to take a walk on the WILD SIDE.. we all need a release from being so well behaved.. such responsible adults..we need IT!

Because we have a fantasy doesn’t even mean we want to really carry it out in our real lives; it just gets us juiced up and ready for our lovers or it helps us to initiate our own orgasm through self masturbation; all is well and healthy with that. We may want to explore the fantasy with a lover, someone that we feel we can trust and who will understand our need for sexual exploration. What often happens is that the actual act in reality doesn’t live up to the fantasy. The fantasy is a magical, wonderful place that we all go to alone. The fantasy is ours to own, to master, and to explore.

Fantasy is a internal landscape within the soul; and also a map to our own bodies erogenous zones; it all begins in the mind; it is a manifestation of our true reality. Our bodies react to the fantasy as if it is actually happening..this is the magic of the fantasy. The fantasy is our own delicious, sensual break from every day mundane reality. There is nothing sick or twisted here; as long as it doesn’t hurt you our anyone else, there is no harm done. I am not addressing necrophilia or pedofiles as these are obvious sicknesses. I am addressing bondage, rape fantasy, gang bangs, men wearing women’s underpants and clothing, gay sex, bisexual sex, strap- on dildos.. etc.. the type of fantasies that will cause shrinks to go “Hmmmmmm” as they lean forward to say ” Tell me about your relationship with your mother.” Those are the great fantasies.. and they probably want to hear them so they themselves can get secretly juiced up and ready before bed.

The point is we need our sexual fantasies so that we can learn to navigate through a crazy, stressful reality.. we need the imaginary to keep us sane. We need our erotica, or role playing, or toys, costumes, props and just plain talking dirty as our way of fucking reality before it fucks us.

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