Posts Tagged ‘Passion’

Drip

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.

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.

Electricity

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.

Defying Gravity

Written by Orchid on August 23rd, 2013. Posted in Blog

Ever since I can remember, I knew in my heart that I was destined for greatness of some kind.  It is within the last few years that I have found my true calling: aerial dance and performance.  The feeling of emotional satisfaction I feel each time I’m on the silks is unlike anything else I’ve ever experienced as a performer.  There exists no practical way to quantify it further.

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