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Spider - eehhh...

3some

17.august 2003

50 Shades of Romance 

Sex Butter

The taste of lust,

the taste of passion,

the taste of a soul,

a passionate soul.

It could taste like sweet strawberries or raspberries

or even spicy as chilli,

but also like a taste of a liquor never been brewed.

How tasteful and delicious can it be?

Deep passionate kisses...

slow and deep passionate kisses 

so deep,

so strong the sensual touches,

like this taste of each other’s souls, 

flaming lips of so much desire,

this taste of passion,

this deep red passion.

Tasting each inch of each other’s bodies so lovingly traced.

As my breath touches yours, we become together one,

we’re tasting and touching each other’s souls.

Teasing, tantalizing kisses, our tongues begin to mingle,

strawberry kisses upon my lips of desire,

drinking, tasting savouring this taste of a liquor never been brewed.

Deep French kissing as the sweetness of raspberry taste,

dripping from your mouth into mine,

your taste on my lips

and mine on yours.

Deep wet kisses so sensual and so deep,

strong waves of love full of your sensual touch,

this is taste of lust,

this is taste of passion,

this is taste of two souls,

of two passionate souls,

merging and drinking opening a floodgate of sensuousness,

deep, strong loving kisses as our tongues explore,

know even more spicy like chilli,

we’re warm and flaming like red lava.

The shower splashes water upon our face as we make sweet love,

merging together so gently as my breath gently touches yours,

deeper, stronger becoming so passionate and long,

lovingly kissing each inch of your body

as we together explore

this is taste of lust,

this is taste of passion,

this is taste of two souls,

of two passionate souls.

The slippery and intoxicating taste of the strawberry as it drips into your mouth,

deep, passionate and so strong as I hold you so close to me.

Taste the sweet taste of my nectar,

my sweet peach blossom,

as I drink the liquor from your tasting lips,

the taste of the liquor never been brewed.

So taste me, drink my soul.

You will not be dissatisfied I can assure you that!

Miss Monique

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Shawna the Bizarre Sissy: Tongue Out

Shawna the Bizarre Sissy: Tongue Out

Der er måneringe i en dam
og selvom jeg prøver
at stikke mine hænder i vandet
kan jeg kun fange mudder

Syltynde månetråde
spejlbilledet rammer øjet
fortæller om krig og kærlighed
månelys i hvide folder

Én rød vante blander sig
flyder rodløst i sin egen sø
mørket trænger langsom frem
det bliver svært at bekrige

Jeg lyser lige ned i dammen
men ser så kun mig selv
månen kan ikke hentes
den opstiller betingelser

Den trækker i mine tråde
jeg springer langsomt i
men finder ikke frem til det
som ingen grænser har

(H.Brunk)

The sun would be jealous

because of my adoration for you;

How does it feel being adored?

Adored like I adore you,

tell me;

How does it feel?

Because I am speechless,

I just speechless adore you.

The sun would be jealous 

of the warmth you’ve planted inside of me,

the wind envious of how you

sweep me off my feet,

words no longer hold enough

meaning for what I would say;

they fall short every single time.

My inspiration has exceeded 

the power of these letters too.

But just maybe if I could

guide your hand to my

very own chest and have your

fingers plunge into my flesh

to wrap around my heart,

you could catch a mere 

glimpse of how I pump

you through my veins.

I breathe, 

I see

and I taste you

constantly…

I would run into your arms just like the 

waters always come back to the 

shore after they’ve been gone away.

These days I found a bit of 

you in everything I see.

I adore you.

How does it feel being adored?

Adored like I adore you,

tell me;

How does it feel?

My adoration for you;

tell me;

How does it feel?




Miss Monique
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Tanken har ikke nok i sig selv

den skal finde ideer

plante ord og sprede korn

skabe plads til flere.

Hjertet har det på samme måde

det skal finde kærlighed,

begge søger livets gåde

og venter på besked.

(E.Juul)

Penisblomst er svulmet og vokset 14 centimeter: Nu springer den snart ud - Byliv | AOK

Penisblomst er svulmet og vokset 14 centimeter: Nu springer den snart ud - Byliv | AOK

I love you, but I'm not in love with you. Just because I tell you that I love you does not mean that I am in love with you.

I am a person who is full of love. I want to give my love away. I need to give my love away. This does not equate to me being some unstable individual looking to latch on to the first person that comes along. I have far too much pride for that. I do, however, love to love.

I love who I am and who I become when I am with you. Perhaps you make me feel alive, whole, beautiful, cared for, wanted, desired, stimulated, challenged, appreciated, breathless. Maybe you even make me feel loved. I love that I feel like a better person because of you. I love the smiles that you bring my heart and my face. My life is better because of you being woven into it.

I naturally give my love away. It may be in the form of kind words, encouragement, preference for you, adoration, my body, my mind, my soul. I have a need to express my love and to share my love. It is hard for some to understand what my motives are. I just want to love you and appreciate you for who you are. I feel like we all want and long to be loved. It is hard for me to hold back and not give you a small gift, touch you, hug you, hold you, kiss you or to not send you a note telling you how wonderful I think you are. To try and keep my love bottled up inside makes me miserable.

Maybe you are a friend, a lover, a play partner, submissive or bottom, a Dominant or even a Master. You are important to me, not your role. I love you just the way that you are and for who I am when I am with you. It is because of you that my journey has many moments of happiness that I can treasure.

When I see your smile, hear you laugh or know that you are happy, my heart celebrates with you. I love your strength, your heart, your will, your confidence, your intelligence, your humor, your skills, your body, your mystery. I do not need to know all things about you to love you. I simply love you, but I'm not in love with you.

Miss Monique

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du så meg
trodde du

det var ikke meg

kun skallet

det er utenpå

helt synlig

jeg er
på innsiden

skal du se meg
må du
knuse skallet

"Inner Compass"

Kvartet om os to

I

Stærk og strung
spændt som streng
står jeg ret
støbt af stål
Du er blød og varm, dine hænders flader
lader mig se sommerens solskin og
høre forårets sang
Var jeg blot helten,
er kun mig
Stærke arme
favner dig
stålsat liv
møder dig
Du er som en plæne med
fløjlsblødt græs, duft af blomster
stemmen kvidrer som fuglens næb

II
Hvor løb den dog hen, den tid vi havde
hvor blev den af, den drøm som gjorde livet virkeligt
alt gled blot ud
i havets bølger
huset på sandgrund væltede ned
alene på klippen sidder jeg nu,
ville hellere have været skyllet med
blevet et med havet,
et med det der svandt

III
Dansen toner
kalder nu
lader glæden
bære os
glemt er alle gamle sorger
væk er alt der skilte
Sindets lyse
glædeslamper
spreder nu de
mørke dampe.

IV
Dybe harmoni
sjælens kærtegn skaber,
gør så godt i hjertets stue,
dine øjne taler nu
Glade melodier
sender dine blikke,
det gør livet til en dag
mere end de blotte ord

(københavnerdigteren 2014)

Elsk

Den galne Guten min Hug hev dåra, 

eg fangen sit som ein Fugl i Snåra; 

den galne Guten, han gjeng so baus; 

han veit, at Fuglen vil aldri laus. 

Å giev du batt meg med Bast og Bende, 

å gjev du batt meg, so Bandi brende! 

Å gjev du drog meg so fast til deg, 

at heile Verdi kom burt for meg! 

Arne Garborg

Relax...

CAT - samleieteknikken for de kresne

CAT - samleieteknikken for de kresne

Life is like a dick. Sometimes it gets hard for no reason.

skeiving.no

You might not be someone's first choice, but you're a great choice for the someone in the mirror.

You may not be wealthy, or have a fancy car, shoes and blood diamonds; which is why you are priceless.

You don't have to pretend to be someone you are not, because you are great at being you.

You might feel shame over some of the things you've done in the past, but be strongly proud of how those experiences created who you are today.

You may not be someone's version of perfect, but you don't need to be because

if you are not lovingly received just as you are, you can simply get up and walk away.

Now that is Power.

(L_a_L-010614)

Bergen Kink og Kinbaku: Bergen Kink & Kinbaku at BoundCon 2014

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The rain keeps falling,

drops on my window,

whispers of wishes,

wishes for you,

yesterday I tried so hard not to cry,

today I didn't think of you once,

except when the rain fell,

drops on my window

and my whispered wishes,

always wishes for you,

wishes for you

my love,

for you my Master.

Miss Monique

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1.påskedagetreff i Oslo (takk til Cupido)

Jeg titter opp, og ser solens lys, trenge igjennom de mørke, regntunge skyer. 

Det sitrer i kroppen. Jeg føler og vet jeg lever. 

Damen ved nabobordet smiler. Leser hun mine tanker?

De trenger hennes lys; det er sterkere enn solens.

Do you remember what we just did?

When I was Linnéa in the Sky with Diamonds...

Please tell me…

Do you remember what we just did?

When Linnéa was flying high of endorphins...

Yes

and yes,

it will be soon,

very soon,

no stress,

no,

soon,

very soon...

we will have those plays with pleasures,

joy and pleasures.

I need to tell you,

that here I am

as your most precious gift,

I adore you with all my being

and I'm praying

that each day by your side will be infinite.

I need to feel the power

of your role in my humble me.

I speak from my soul,

from where I miss you so,

I feed myself from our moments together,

from your look,

from those kisses we've exchanged

which say more than words can say.

Yes

and yes,

it will be soon,

very soon,

no stress,

no,

soon,

very soon...

we will have those plays with pleasures,

joy and pleasures.

I know that very soon,

will we be back together in our intimacy

and I at your feet,

as it is my illusion.

I adore you my Master

and though I know you know...

I need to tell you that

every second I breathe.

Yes

and yes,

it will be soon,

very soon,

no stress,

no,

soon,

very soon...

we will have those plays with pleasures,

joy and pleasures.

Miss Monique

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I’m pretending like nothing,

I’m sitting pleasant in an armchair

I forget about everything,

the time and present

and everything else around me,

I’m feeling a butterfly under my skirt

and you do not make me blush honey,

I’m coming soon,

I’m feeling a butterfly under my skirt.

And I trust you honey,

I feel the throbbing fire

of your shivering body,

I want everything you have

and I know you want to give it to me

under my skirt.

We close the moon outside

and turn off the rising sun;

I am passionate

and I am yours,

I feel the throbbing fire,

my lips begins a rhythmical suction,

which accelerate your emotions

you're shivering with anxiety

and I crave to feel your desire and humidity;

now I want everything you have,

everything you have

NOW

under my skirt

we close the moon outside

and turn off the rising sun.

I am passionate

and I am yours,

I feel the throbbing fire,

then you invite me and with passion

to feel emotions of tides coming and go

like overwhelming tsunamis,

your body accelerates my emotions

and I feel a rush of passion

under my skirt.

You can feel my ecstasy

and you rush when you feel that instant,

in a wild swing,

with your body hot and wet.

Then,

then you come flowing

and I hear your moans of pleasure.

Under my skirt,

under my skirt.

I love you.

Miss Monique

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det kan gjerne

gå sakte

bare det ikke

stopper opp

You will take me there,

to the room with endorphins of pain,

the room I can’t unlock.

Tight pearl satin rope

bites into my wrists and ankles

bound for my pleasure.

Let your words

twist my soul

and pull it though

the key hole

into the dark room

the room with endorphins of pain,

the room I can’t unlock

You will hurt me.

milking the endorphins,

from my most tender parts,

when you take me,

when you take me,

to the room with endorphins of pain,

the room I can’t unlock.

Taking me

beyond the bounds

of ecstasy

where I will float

high above,

through clouds of pleasure

drifting amongst

undreamt of faraway worlds

in the room with endorphins of pain,

the room I can’t unlock.

You will inhale my cries

and moans

like that first gasp

of a drowning woman

pulled from the waters

of certain death.

We will feed our hunger

like vampires inhaling

the life essence from

each others soul

living each eternal moment

as if there were no other,

here in the room with endorphins of pain,

the room I can’t unlock.

 A dark lust

deep within

screams and

must be fed.

Come, submit

my body so

I may free the

quintessence of me

being trapped

so deep and

helpless within.

You will take me there,

to the room with endorphins of pain,

the room I can’t unlock.

Miss Monique

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