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Painted Lady. Brass Acrobat. Aerialist. Snake Charmer. Jill-Of-All-Trades. Nerdery Enthusiast. Show-off. Writer. Photographer. Doodler. Cheese, all the cheese.


Written by Orchid on May 16th, 2014. Posted in Blog

He is on his knees in front of me and I position myself so that our thighs press together. His hands lightly resting on my ribs and hips underneath my tank top, he parts his lips and brushes them against mine. A beautiful aching feeling travels down my torso and in between my legs like honey dripping from the end of a hot spoon. We continue this dance of mouths, occasionally pressing our lips together.

At this moment, nothing else exists but him and I. It’s as if time has almost stopped completely and we are suspended somewhere within the æther. I climax so many times that I quickly lose count.

By the time he’s finished with me I lay helplessly on the bed. The sheets are absolutely drenched with come and sweat. My skin is sticky with it. As is his. Sweat runs in rivulets down his painfully beautiful body, which has undoubtably been carved to perfection by the gods themselves.

There’s no place I’d rather be than here.

An Exercise in Futility

Written by Orchid on May 1st, 2014. Posted in Blog

Your switch has been flipped and despite my best intentions, I am helpless in the face of this despair.

Folding in on myself as I fall to my knees, I scramble to scoop all the pieces up.  I look each one over and dust them off carefully but just as soon as I think I’ve salvaged everything it all turns to ash in my hands.  The delicate flakes slip through my fingers until all that remains are dirty palms.

During those times when you find yourself underneath the thumb of your sadness, I am there with you.  I cannot help it.  Your pain is my pain.

A Love Letter

Written by Orchid on April 22nd, 2014. Posted in Blog

Each kiss you bestow upon my hungry mouth sends my body into a state of utter bliss. These gifts of tenderest affection carry me for hours upon hours and nothing need follow them, except perhaps your arms around my waist for these kisses are just as impactful upon my person as any time we spend tangled in each other’s limbs and bedsheets.

All of these feelings that stir up within me at the recollection of you make it difficult to give the space and distance I know you sometimes need. When I experience hunger I feed it, and yet when I feel a longing for you I must sometimes deny myself and starve for a time. Forgive me if I talk too much, kiss you too frequently, get lost in your eyes. I simply cannot help myself.

I suppose that’s what happens when you’re in love.

Life Source

Written by Orchid on April 21st, 2014. Posted in Blog

“When you’re born, you’re ejected out of a vagina, hurtling through the universe towards death at the speed of time…the vagina is the portal from which all human life emerges, the source of life, yet nobody wants to talk about it.  You come out of a vagina, and as soon as you’re out you’re told not to talk about where you came from.” – Duncan Trussell

The Witching Hour

Written by Orchid on April 21st, 2014. Posted in Blog

It’s almost 4 am when he walks in on me stuffing my face with pita chips and cheddar cheese and he just laughs.  I blush.  Yep, I’m in my element. We inhale and exhale copious amounts of THC while he regales me with his knowledge of physics.  Air speeds, inertia, mechanics and “did you know?”.  I laugh and writhe around on the bed, jokingly begging him to stop dispensing so much beautiful knowledge lest I explode in a climax of cranial bliss.  Knowledge is arousing.  Especially when it falls from the lips of your lover.On into the early morning hours, we laugh so hard we cry.  And then we laugh some more.

Finally the light is turned out and we lay awake in each others arms.  No more words are exchanged, just the sounds of our breathing and the pulses in our veins.

Utter perfection.


Written by Orchid on April 18th, 2014. Posted in Blog

There’s something so undeniably arousing about watching a man ride into battle, proudly clad in the colors of his fathers, his fierce visage painted with woad to honor his heritage.

A true representation of the alpha male. And the only man I want spilling his seed within me.

Utterly Unexpected

Written by Orchid on April 14th, 2014. Posted in Blog

I found myself helplessly staring into his eyes because I simply can’t look away from the face of the lover who makes me feel so whole and appreciated.  He leans in to place the most tender, unexpected kiss upon my lips.

I am unable to recall a time when I received a kiss so perfectly blissful that I forgot where I was.  It was so beautiful and all consuming a moment, even the noise around me was muted.


Written by Orchid on April 14th, 2014. Posted in Blog

I am unashamed of the fact that I have multiple lovers. I have a primary lover whom I prefer above all else and all others. I also have lovers I see much more sporadically. Whenever jealousy arises I am always surprised that such an emotion is coupled with the desire to make me feel guilty for being poly amorous. If you are unhappy with sharing me then stop calling and go find someone who more appropriately suits your needs. I will not change my behavior for anyone.


Written by Orchid on April 14th, 2014. Posted in Blog

As I hold my heart in my hands, arms outstretched toward you, I hope you reach for it before it’s too late. This is not to say that my heart would be given to another, quite the opposite, I may have to place it under lock and key and never again present it for the purpose of romance. There it will sit between my lungs and behind my ribs, mourning for the love I so ardently wish to share with you.


Written by Orchid on April 14th, 2014. Posted in Blog

Despite my unshakeable and fierce independence, I also need to be nurtured.  I need to be showered with affection.  I need to be held, fucked, caressed.  I need somebody with a bottomless wellspring of energy to love me day and night.  But I cannot be caged, suffocated or held back.  It’s a conundrum I know.

I want to fuck you, make love to you, caress you, without caring what time it is or how long we’ve been entangled in each other.  I want to feel the weight of your love and I want to shower you with mine. I want to slow dance with you in my kitchen, I want to forget the stove is on, to forget my hunger in your arms. I want to feel the tender fragility of passion and the vulnerability of your soft lips pressed against me. I want you to love me.

Just the thought of you sends shocks of electricity from my nipples to my loins. I can feel the endorphins explode outward from my center and out to all my extremities.

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