Touch~

I read an interesting article today regarding touch, which I highly recommend.


To Touch Or Not To Touch: Exploring the Myth of Prohibition On Touch In Psychotherapy And Counseling Clinical, Ethical & Legal Considerations By Ofer Zur, Ph.D. & Nola Nordmarken, MFT



One of my favorite quotes from the article:


"In a study done by Jourard (1966), people from different cultures were observed in casual conversation. He counted the number of times they touched during a one-hour period. Touching occurred 180 times an hour in Puerto Rico, 110 times in Paris, in London, 0; and in the U.S., 2."


I'm thinking it's past time to go back to the Mother Land. 


The thing about Puerto Ricans, there is never a shortage of love for anyone or the numerous ways we express the countless forms of love.

Who needs sleep?

Up again in the wee hours of the morning, which is normal, for me.  Typically, I lay down, and am up 1 -2 hours later, then if I’m lucky I’ll fall asleep again for another 2-3. It use to be 3 – 4, and then up.

I know what is a sure fire guarantee for me to sleep all night, total exhaustion and good connective sex.  I’ve almost reached total exhaustion. I was really hoping that I would be able to sleep more tonight.

I’ve got 10 paintings in the works. Eight of which I started today, 2 were lingering waiting for inspiration to take me.

It’s seems like a lifetime since I’ve been able to create anything.  My hands have had to heal from the last frantic burst of creativity. 

When I finished at the art studio, I FELT tired, happy and content. It was fabulous.

Now I’m excited about finishing the pieces, wishing it were time for the next step.  :)

Grateful~

Grateful for my friends whom I love dearly~

I had a wonderful night of wine, treats, and sharing. There was laughter and tears~ I expressed doubts my heart felt & feels though never shared~ I realized last night that I may keep quiet way too much, when perhaps I should express more~ maybe, probably, perhaps... meh. All in good time~

It was wonderful to just be able to be~ to relax, to listen and be heard~ to share face to face.

moments like these make good memories~ and the brownies.

The brownies were divine and calling my name for breakfast~ *grins*

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Milk Baths

I love my milk baths.  They are my "me time", my quiet time of reflection.  Which usually happens at about 3:30 am when I am unable to sleep and my hands hurt too much from drawing or working with pastels. 

Today is special, a mid day bath.  Realizing I needed to center and reconnect with me, I mixed up a quick milk bath. 

Dry milk, cocoa butter, lavender oil, fresh rose and chrysanthemum petals as well as dried lavender flowers. I picked up earlier this morning, a little bit of sweet almond oil and mixed everything together till it was the consistency of wet sand, almost clumpy. 

I ran a hot bath adding my milk bath and poured myself in. Yes, for the romantic side of me, I did have candles going and spanish guitar.  

I lost myself for over an hour.  It was peaceful, sensual, relaxing, and arousing. 

All in all ~ divine.  

Toys, toys, toys.....

and more toys...   so much fun.  Clean, quick, dependable and they don't care if the lights are on or off. some are noisy some are not. They don't laugh at me or say 'no' and new batteries always gets rid of the headache. 

Masturbation is great!  Sex is great! But that's not all there is. When either leave a hallow empty feeling, it's time to reflect on things. 

Writing exercise~

Writing exercise between Tamin and myself from 2009~ We were in a writing group together, a time I look back on and always smile.  I like the beginning of this story.  Enjoy~

Celebration~

guiya prepared carefully for the evening's ritual. she wanted everything to be just perfect. Lir has informed her they were going to climb the mountainside to their fave glade for their annual All Hallow's Eve celebration. she loved this part, following Lir up the familiar path,  surrounded by fires of red and gold as the forest prepared for the yearly slumber. it filled her with an unexplainable connection to Mother Father and to her Lover. she could feel His blood race within her smelling His musk as He lead the way...her Love, her God, mixed with the clear sent of autumn

The sound of the stream blending with the sound of a soft breeze through the blazing leaves glowing in the last of the day's sunlight; all served to excite and arouse guiya's senses as they climbed higher and higher. For his part, Lir remained quiet. He knew this night would test his girl for He had a surprise for her; something they had discussed long ago. He grabbed her hand as they helped one another up the last and steepest part of the trail before stepping into the cool early darkness of the glade. Lir pointed to the fire pit and nodded. guiya hurried to do his silent bidding.

Gathering gifts fallen within the glade, guiya collected them for the fire, cedar, sage, juniper, pine, and miscellaneous fallen branches, piling them high into the pit, the last offering of tobacco for the fire, Lir's favorite blend, applewood, was the final touch. Lir again silently nodded his approval and guiya touched fire to the offerings in the pit. setting the fire,ablaze, it climbed to towering heights, they both knew the spirits had arrived, the energy of the glade thick with the presence of Lord and Lady. The two, with arms wrapped around one anothers' waists stood for a time, watching the fire, lost in individual thoughts, and basking in the energy swirling within the glade. 

The veil was at its thinnest and the spirits of many joined the two in their celebration. Lir pulled guiya to Him, tipped her chin upwards, and drank hungrily from her lips. guiya's head began to swim as Lir's energy filled her. He placed both of His hands upon her shoulders, grabing and pulling her robes down, in one swift movement, guiya was bare – naked – as intended; as He always saw her.

with her nipple erect, she tried to move closer to Lir and brushed them against His chest. He pushed her back, catching her arms behind her, He mused at her frustration. she had only time to glimpse the smirk that passed his lips as he bared his teeth and sank them into her shoulder. she lost a bit more of her connection with sanity as she swooned within the pain and pleasure his ministrations brought. she was instantly wet, ready, and eager to taken by her Lover, her Owner, her Heart. levering herself against His grip, guiya's legs climbed Lir and wrapped themselves around Him. trying to get herself as close to Him as possible, there was nothing outside of His will that would separate her from Him. Turning her head into Lir as He continued to bite, kiss and lick her shoulder, her lips struggled to reach for His bare skin to kiss while she rocked her hips into Him, wishing she had taken His robes off as well. she made herself as available as possible to her One.

she felt his arousal. she heard his feral growl. It didn't take him long to impale her upon His waiting cock. Their passion rose to heights as towering as the flames of the fire that added glow to their skin. The spirits continued to swirl around them as they beat out a rhythm as ancient as the glade. 

Fall

Fall 

by Liquidjade 

2009:

Brilliance of color 

Heatless flames 

Cover the mountainside

Nature prepares for rest

I prepare for you 

My Winter King

Your cool passion 

Burns

Your Love

Kisses

Bite deliciously 

Of frost

Cradling You 

Your life force 

I keep warm, alive 

to birth in spring 

Beginnings

Beginnings

by Liquidjade 

2009:

How I wish this moment would never end. My mind and body filled with you.  I made your favorite meals, opened your favorite wine, and lit the fires to your welcome.  Three days of celebration of feeling you, being with you, and talking with you.  The ending of the year is always bitter sweet. Looking forward to new adventures, new beginnings, and yet relishing my time with you, here, now.  I do not want to say goobye, therefore I will not.  I will say until the next turn with all my love. I will share what I have learned, my adventures, and my growth with you. 

little bit of rhythm

Arousal, breaking out into a sweat from trying to hold back waves of desire. 

Anxiety of the unknown building from wanting so badly to turn around and see.

Trying to push myself closer to you, closer to each smack, bite, lick and thrust.   

Tears running down my face.  Begging for more through your hand covering my mouth.

Only muffled cries resonate in the men’s room, drowned out by the thud of the dance music. 


No one can hear me scream.

Ouch ~

Ouuuuuch ~  


It was my turn under the needle yesterday.  I don't know what I was thinking.  


After days of being in pain, I still was tattooed yesterday. Masochistic tendencies? No. I didn't want to miss my appointment. Mostly because it is rare for my schedule and Vic's schedule to coincide being able to sling some ink.  


Worked on my ribs and underneath my left breast. It's fabulous and he does a wonderful job fixing my tattoos. We are on the same page of what we like in regards to tattoos and art. 


The good thing about being tattooed, other than the fabulous art, is I usually sleep more than three or four hours at a time.  Got six in a row last night.  Happiness!


Today it's oozing, hurts, and bruised, typical for me. I mark very easily depending on the spot.  The sensations linger also, so the soreness is there still and will be for a few days. Almost like the after ache of getting kicked in the ribs though not as bad, in being able to breath with out pain. So a surface pain, not internal, thankfully. 


It may be corny, but after all these years, I still wish someone would come and hold my hand when I got tattooed.  I always am very happy for my clients when they have someone there for them.  It's nice to watch people be there for each other. 


My skin is very sensitive and when I get tattooed I love the mental thrill of trying to hold still, the sensation of being touched, and being wiped down after the stinking pain of the needle. 


Yes, I get a little grumpy after getting tattooed. Dropping from the high and then feeling the pain of healing....  and I'll be sticking to my cloths for a couple of days.  To me, it's worth it....  my tattoos are beautiful. They make me happy. 


I love my tattoos. I am looking forward to next month, when we may start to coverup and fix my back piece. Happy dance!

need a new stove

Back burner. 

Cold

Holding space

Turned on

Brought to a boil when needed. 

Love part 1

Person A~  I love you

Person B ~  I love you more. 

It boggles me when someone says "i love you more"  

I don't think that's possible. It doesn't make sense. 

One, I think person B is being insulting and discrediting person A.  

Two, how is one person able to love more than another?  

There either is or there is not love. 

Love is not conditional nor is it quantifiable. It simply is. It is not something you 'have' or can keep safe and hidden away.

When you love someone, you love everything about that person.  At least i do, even the things i do not necessarily "like" in their behavior, it is still a part of them, and i love them. 

In truly loving another being able to celebrating their joys and feeling the pain of their heartache.

I do feel that there are different types of love. Existing without reason or condition, blooming from kindness and nurtured by compassion. 

I feel that love is something so simple and easy, it is complex and difficult for many. It is for me at times. Afraid to let go, give into it, and feel. Being honest and learning from Love.

Learning to love, learning from love and becoming a better person because of it. Not only with others but also in learning to love oneself and be as good to you as you would another... so very difficult, learning to set healthy boundaries.

One of my favorite quotes is from the novel 'Time Enough for Love' by Robert Heinlein :

"The more you love, the more you can love--and the more intensely you love. Nor is there any limit on how many you can love. If a person had Time Enough, he could Love all of the majority who are decent and just."

Wow, how would that be?

Being honest with myself, and daring to allow my heart to open up and love, whether reciprocated or not... and walking away when things are no longer 'healthy', without bitterness and still feel that love and compassion... psssst: I'm still learning.

Usually when I can do it, another door opens to something better than I thought possible.   

Because of these experiences, I understand more of myself, my mortality... I have no time to live my life in guarded fear.

Regardless of how easy it is to be comfortably numb.

to be continued~ 

Random

Thinking back on memories, things I love, enjoy, miss…

like picking peaches and making fresh peach cobbler. Still my all time favorite dessert. 

Being in Puerto Rico and picking fresh bread fruit to have with the fish we caught that day.  

Love making fresh biscuits on Sunday morning

Miss reading someone's handwriting

Miss watching the dial turn on a rotary phone. Tell you what, i knew everyone's number by heart. 

Love and miss face time, talking face to face.  looking in some ones eyes as they describe things they feel strongly about. 

feeling hot breath as whispers dance and play on soft necks 

the quietness of morning in the forest.

Mist rolling in from the ocean

Miss the color of Sea foam in an autumn sunset

Miss seeing the milky way

Fire flies

Miss cooking in the outdoor kitchen with my great aunt in Puerto Rico.

Miss falling asleep snuggling. Hell, I miss sleeping.

Love having a fire, dinner and friends and loved ones over.

MMMM  Wine cheese and jazz/Blues …..  mmmmm

Miss staying up to watch, the Outer Limits, Creep Show, Twilight Zone, Doctor Who, Dark Shadows, etc…

Love and miss seeing butterflies and dragon flies…  monarch butterflies are my favorite.

Miss the family get together when everyone was singing and dancing, without a single feeling of self consciousness… 

More later~

an old poem of mine, one i enjoy ~ ooo the memories

Peace

Within your embrace

Your scent

Lingers on me

While

Reluctantly pulling

Away

Overtaken by the need

To look upon you

Aroma of

Orange blossoms

Orchids

Dancing around me

Intoxicating

Weaving me

Under your spell

Beauty

Passion

Sanctuary

In your arms

Between your legs

Hair softer than silk

Shimmering

Gold with a touch of red

Taunting the sunlight

Cascading down

Your succulent

Ivory body

Your hair

Tickling my face

While I

Run my tongue

Along your collar bone

Kissing

Smooth skin

Soft as

Rose petals

Nuzzling

Biting

Your perfect neck

Lovingly

Offered

My tongue resting

On your throat

Feeling

The pulse

Feeling

You

You mirror

My actions

Yang to Yin

Physical boundaries

Dissolve

Becoming

One

Anticipation building

Skipping a beat

My body heat rises

I am wet

Swollen

Hot

My own nipples hard

Anxious to

Taste

You

Cupping your

Ample breasts

Within my hands

I rub my own

Cocoa nipples

Against your

Berry pink ones

Watching your eyes

Light up

In delight

I pinch your berries

Hard

Pulling them

As far as possible

Suckling your bottom lip

As you exhale in

Sensual pleasures

Your breath quickens

As I continue

Exploring

Your body

Tasting you

With the top of

Of my tongue

Then caressing you

With the bottom

Blowing on your

Wet nipples

Watching in delight

As they stiffen

Still red from my pinch

Observing

Waves of chills

Riding your body

From my touch

In aw of your

Smooth beauty

Torn between

Continuing to appreciate

Your body

And

The ache to see

You

Writhe

In passion

Pain

Ecstasy

My hands explore your body

As my mouth continues to kiss

Suckle

Every inch of you

From your breast

To your belly button

Back up

Your breath

Shallow

Sweating

With an

Eager want

Your hands

Push me closer

Force me

To your gate

Dripping wet with your sex

Moving to your knees

I slowly explore from one

To you belly

Down to the other

You growl at me

Grabbing my hair

Pulling me to your treasures

Softly smiling at

Your raw passion

My own gate

Pulsating

Wet with

Desire

Longing

Pushing your legs

Wide

A part

Rolling you up onto your upper back

Licking

You

With my tongue

Flat and wide

Slowly

Savoring you

From one opening

To the other

Repeating

Digging my nails

Into your thighs

Marking

You

With passions

Uncensored

Flicking your clit

With my tongue

Seeing you

Whimper with pleasure

Body flushed

Beautiful

Rolling your hips back down

Your knees bent

Keeping me

Within your gardens

Moving down

Nibbling

Your baby smooth lips

From one

To the other

Out

Then in

Harder I bite

The more you moan

You push

My head

Further into you

Raising your hips

Wrapping your legs

Around me

Your fingers entangled

In my black curls

Addicted to the sounds

Of your pleasure

I completely encase

Your clit in my mouth

Sucking hard

Flicking

Teasing

Circling

With the tip of my tongue

Inserting one finger

Then two

three

In

out

Cupping my fingers

Around my thumb

You open wide for me

Unable to control

The sounds

Escaping your throat

Slowly

Rotating my hand

Seeking you

Your secrets

Hidden deep

Within

Kissing you

Licking

Moving

Deeper into you

Passing

Gates of bone

My hand curls up

Writhing in ecstasy

Sweet pain

I’m about ready to climax

Just by watching you

By witnessing

Your pleasure

Honored and humbled

You allow me

To do this

More…

You whisper

        

Gently moving

In

out

While rotating

You tense

I feel you

Gripping me

I stop kissing

Continue to move my hand

Watching

You suck in your breath

Your body

Flashes red

Scratching

Trembling

Pulling

My hair

Pulling

Me

Closer to

You

Deafening

Screams of pleasure

Your body

Drenched in sweat

Slowly releasing

Myself from your

Pulsating grip

I lick

You

Hungrily

Savoring

You

Sending

You

To ride waves of  

Orgasms again

Quivering

Gasping

Coughing

Crying

You’ve had enough

You grab me

Pull me to your

Mouth

Devouring me

Cleaning your sex

Off me

Kissing you harshly

In return

Fighting to keep

Every drop

Of your

Liquid desire

You

Grip my equally

Ample breasts

Tight

Hard enough to

Bleed

Sweet blood

Swooning

Cathartic

Release

Looking at you

Hungry

Wanting more

Teasing me

You lick the blood

Slowly

Gods I can hardly take it

Gazing in wonder

At you

Savoring

Me

Closing my eyes

I feel you

Keep one hand

On my breast

While your other hand

Delves into me

Violating me

Gasping

Between kisses

Moaning into your mouth

As the palm of your

Hand

Rubs my clit

As your fingers

Easily

Enter

in

Out

Kissing

Tasting

Furiously

As if we were

One another’s last meal

Running my nails down your body

You continue gripping

Scratching

My breasts

Ass

Every inch of me

Pushing me to lie down

I move to meet

Your tongue

Running along my body

You are ivory and gold

To my copper and onyx

Yin to yang

You

Kiss

Explore

Cherish

Me

You

Fill a need within

Me

I want more

Feeling you

Teasing

My own baby smooth lips

Cherishing the feeling of

You

Inside me

Your fingers

Coaxing me

Edging me

You bite my clit

Sweet pain

My breath catches

Body tense

Sweating

Heart stops

I exhale

Scream

Raw desire

Shaking

You hold me

Steady

Moving my

Head

To look

At you

Eyes fluttering

Open

Waking up

Still tasting you

On my lips

Feeling you

Between

My legs

Gazing

Upon you

Laying

Beside me

You

Fade

Morning light

Invades my

Sanctuary

Feelings of value

Being cherished

Dissolve

Holding

Your cold

Pillow close

Wishing

Praying

To every god

And goddess

There ever was

That you

Were real

Yet I am

Grateful

For the dream