Close Please enter your Username and Password

It's All Relevant

Welcome to my blog!

Love At First Sight...
Posted:Mar 25, 2017 5:28 pm
Last Updated:Mar 25, 2017 5:56 pm
127 Views
Love At First Sight...

I cannot understand why people do not believe someone when they say they fell in love at first sight. It’s rare, but it happens. If in a second, seventy-nine stars can disappear from the night sky, then in a second the stardust inside someone’s heart can recognize the stardust in another’s. There’s nearly eight billion of us in the world. It must have happened for someone.
0 Comments
My Favorite Poet... Bukowski... Some Insight
Posted:Mar 24, 2017 4:31 am
Last Updated:Mar 24, 2017 9:38 am
1820 Views
My Favorite Poet ...Bukowski... Some Insight

“When Love becomes a command, Hatred can become a pleasure.

if you don’t gamble, you’ll never win

Beautiful thoughts, and beautiful women never last

you can cage a tiger but you’re never sure he’s broken. Men are easier

if you want to know where God is, ask a drunk.

there aren’t any angels in the foxholes

no pain means the end of feeling; each of our joys is a bargain with the devil.

the difference between Art and Life is that Art is more bearable

I’d rather hear about a live American bum than a dead Greek God.

there is nothing as boring as the truth

The well balanced individual is insane

Almost everybody is born a genius and buried an idiot

a brave man lacks imagination. Cowardice is usually caused by lack of proper diet.

sexual intercourse is kicking death in the ass while singing

when men rule governments, men won’t need governments; until then we are screwed

an intellectual is a man who says a simple thing in a difficult way; an artist is a man who says a difficult thing in a simple way.

everytime I go to a funeral I feel as if I had eaten puffed wheat germ

dripping faucets, farts of passion, flat tires — are all sadder than death.

if you want to know who your friends are, get yourself a jail sentence”

― Charles Bukowski, Notes of a Dirty Old Man
2 Comments
The Mirror..
Posted:Mar 24, 2017 3:57 am
Last Updated:Mar 24, 2017 7:25 pm
1844 Views
The Mirror..

“Cum pet, cum for Master..”

He was scratching my sore, red ass while sliding his fingers in and out of my wet folds hard and fast; he slapped my ass playfully now and then when I pushed my hips back and up, shaken by the waves of pleasure that hit my pussy as I came.

I wasn’t thinking anymore but floating and swimming in my orgasm.

He talked to me, asked me things and I answered but I didn’t think; he then told me sweetly that he knew my voice had come from my heart and.. from.. my pussy.

“My, you ARE a slut dear.” His fingers, two of them, are out, teasing my pussy lips.
“Yes Master.” He slides his fingers in slowly.

“You want master to use one more finger in you, slut?” His fingers are out again.
“Yes Master (moan).” His fingers slide back where they belonged a little faster and a little harder.

“You like this so much don’t you my pet?” And he’s teasing me again.
“Yes (moan),” fingers slide in hard. “Master (moan).” He pumps his fingers in my swollen pussy hard and slaps my ass.

“You’re grateful that Master gives you all this attention aren’t you?”
“Yes Master (moan) I am.”

“Then why don’t you thank Master? You don’t want to be punished do you slut?” I can tell he’s grinning evilly.
“Thank (moan) you Master (moan):”

By now he was fingering me so sweetly hard and by the time I thanked him I was cuming for the second time in a row, I was screaming my answers.

EARLIER THAT DAY

I was wearing a simple pair of jeans, rolled up at the knee and an equally simple black, tight top. When I saw myself in the mirror I was surprised: I liked what I saw, sexy little thing I can be. So I strolled back and forth in front of the mirror, the lovely swing of my hips almost hypnotizing me..

Looking back at the curve of my ass as I played catwalk I imagined Master’s hands cupping it through the rough fabric. I imagined him holding me tight and kissing me.

On I walked up and down the corridor with the music in my head (yes, I hear music in my head, yes, like Ally and John, yes).

Then Master was behind me; he was leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed on his chest and an evil grin on his face. I stopped in mid step and blushed but he immediately coaxed me on: ” Please go on darlin’.”

I blushed more deeply and waited a few seconds before obeying. I walked slowly till I was close to the mirror and I looked at his reflection, his smile was telling me to go on so I turned and started towards Master.

When I was at arm length and ready to turn again he grabbed me; his strong arm was around my waist and he pulled me to his chest.

He looked into my eyes for a brief moment then he kissed me, his hand held me by the small of my back and it supported me because my back was arching under his passion.

Just like the picture in my mind.

But he did more than that.

He spun me around and slowly walked with me, close, till we were just a couple of steps away from the mirror.

With his hand firm on my hips he made me dance, made me swing my hips and we danced slowly until I felt his cock grow hard against my back.

We were dancing still and his left hand slid from my hips to my breast; I felt the heat rising from there, my nipple grew stiff as he kneaded the flesh steadily while nibbling at my earlobe. He licked and I felt his warm breath sending shivers down my spine and up to my nipples passing through my already wet hungry pussy.
With his other hand he reached up to my face and made me look at our reflection in the mirror.

Thinking back on it I guess my mind wasn’t already working too well then; my breath was heavy already and my vision a bit blurred, or just unsteady because I was panting and my chest was heaving. But I saw his hand move from my face to my belly, my body felt the welcome heat but I saw as if I wasn’t in the scene, yet I was totally drowning in it.

After what seemed a long long time his fingers reached my crotch and with a quick jerk he opened them startling me; but his fingers slid in my panties slowly, caressing me softly or alternatively scratching me, but slowly. He slowly parted my pussy lips and started to rub my clit in time with the other hand that was now working my nipple sore.

Through all this he kissed my neck and licked my skin teasingly, his breath almost as heavy as mine. The pressure of his fingers on my clit was constantly increasing and I now had to lean back against him because my legs were shaking and couldn’t keep my up straight anymore.

He knew it, he knew I wanted to cum, he knew I couldn’t hold it much longer but he teased me, stopping abruptly and telling me things whispering I my ear in a low, hot voice.

He told me I couldn’t cum, he told me all the things he wanted to do to me once he got tired of toying with me like this, then he told me he didn’t think he’d tire soon.

He was right, almost half an hour had passed and I was completely naked and at his mercy, still standing in front of the mirror; my legs were parted farther apart than before so he got better access and he fingered me as hard as he could from behind; it wasn’t THAT hard actually but it was affective enough because his palm slammed against my clit each time his fingers slid in. I couldn’t help but pump my hips frantically, though I’m not sure if it was to avoid the pain of it, to avoid the pleasure of it or to meet it all.

It wasn’t hard all the time for the next 30 minutes but it ended with an explosion before he led me to the bed to “finish” the fun he had begun.

He sat cross legged on the floor so I thought with relief (or was it?) he was tired and that he’s let me rest my head in his lap petting me. But I was wrong.

He grabbed my ass with both hands and pushed me to him until my soaking pussy was inches from his mouth. Then he buried his face between my legs and started eating me away in earnest. I thought I’d faint, I started crying and screaming, to please.. please.. what?

When he stroked between my ass cheeks I though I really couldn’t stand it. But then he started to finger my ass while liking and I was still there, more or less conscious.

He looked up at me and let me know I could cum now, but it was a tease, he knew I couldn’t hold back anymore. So I came.

I just came, over and over.. and over, until I collapsed on top of him.

But as you know, it wasn’t over.

~BDSM Cafe.
2 Comments
People...
Posted:Mar 22, 2017 6:54 am
Last Updated:Mar 24, 2017 6:58 am
3444 Views
People...

I have always liked my people a bit damaged. A bit rough around the edges. A bit difficult to stereotype. A bit stranger than the normal crowd. I like people whose eyes tell stories and whose smiles have fought through wars. If you’re perfect, chances are, we aren’t going to get on. If you’re one of the cool kids, chances are, you won’t like me. You see, what I want is authentic. What I want to see is your purity, I want to see the way you wear your scars, I want to see how brave you are with your vulnerability, how emotionally naked do you let the world see you. Your damage may not be beautiful, but it has made you exquisite. It makes you original, different - and one of my kind of people because people like you are the most incredible things about this world.

~Nikita Gill
4 Comments
Music and Playtime ...
Posted:Mar 21, 2017 6:44 am
Last Updated:Mar 21, 2017 7:28 am
4077 Views
Music and Playtime ...Whenever I meet my Dominant for a weekend of playtime He insists that I bring certain things with me to our encounter. Music is always on the list. I have very eclectic taste in music. I listen to everything and anything from Bob Dylan to Mazzy Star, to Bach and then to Anthrax and Iron Maiden. My parents were hippies and I grew up listening to great music as well. Getting back to the weekends with my Man, I always make a playlist for us using Spotify... (which I love) Lately, it’s been a lot of acoustic music, nothing to heavy. As to not distract Him from what he’s doing.

So if You had to make a list to play to, who would be on it ?

Here’s Just a Taste Of Mine…

1. Play - Stephen Fretwell
2. Look How Far We’ve Come – Dylan Le Blanc
3. Miracles – Jefferson Starship
4. Oh, Darlin' What Have I Done – The White Buffalo
5. That Glow -St. Paul and The Broken Bones
6. Since I’ve Been Lovin' You – Led Zeppelin
7. Can't You Hear Me Knockin' - Rolling Stones
8. How Can You Mend A Broken Heart – Al Green
9. This Bitter Earth – Dinah Washington
10. I’m Your Man -Leonard Cohen

This is just a taste of what I enjoy. The picture I chose is one I found a few years ago and never get a chance to use ...Hope You like it
0 Comments
How To: Have Sex In Public (5 Easy Tips)...
Posted:Mar 20, 2017 7:34 am
Last Updated:Mar 21, 2017 3:20 am
4836 Views
How To: Have Sex In Public (5 Easy Tips)...

If you’re looking to make your sex life a little more interesting, a public tryst could be just the thing to get your heart racing in all the right ways. Sure, it’s risky, but it’s also a lot fun if you know what you’re doing. Now, when I say “in public” I don’t necessarily mean a scenario like the one in the movie “Crank” where Amy Smart gets nailed in front of a bus full of Japanese tourists. Sure, that may sound fun, but it’s also a sure fire way to end up in jail…or on some random person’s Snapchat. If you’re looking to enjoy the thrill of a public romp without the need for bail money, these five tips could help.
1.Make a Plan
When it comes to great sex spontaneity is best, but if you’ve never done it in public before you’ll be far better off if you come up with a plan ahead of time. This will help you relax and not spend the entire time looking around to see who’s coming (ha, see what I did there?). If you’re not sure how to start, try asking experienced couples for advice. Before my first public adventure I spent a lot of time chatting with other exhibitionists on AdultFriendFinder.com to see what worked for them. I ended up getting some great advice that made my first time sooooo much easier.
2.Dress for the Occasion
Your Insta-worthy floral romper may make for a cute selfie, but if you’re trying to bang one out and not get caught, you may want to opt for clothing that’s easier to deal with should you have to make a run for it. Stick with skirts and dresses (sans underwear) and button up blouses that allow you to let the girls out without having to take your shirt off completely. It also helps to avoid bright colors that are hard to miss, so save your bright neon garments for another day.
3.Location, Location, Location
Picking the right location is key, especially if you want to relax and enjoy yourself. Find a place that has minimal lighting, limited foot traffic, and an easy escape route should you inadvertently find yourself putting on a live sex show for unsuspecting passersby. It also helps to scope the location out ahead of time so you know what you are dealing with. For example, I once met a guy during my time on Adult FriendFinder who was really into the idea of banging underneath the Golden Gate Bridge. We weren’t sure how make that work so we planned an excursion a few days before to check out the location and found a perfectly secluded parking lot directly under the bridge. A few nights later we went back to the spot (which by that time was entirely deserted) and went at it for nearly an hour without ever seeing another passing car or human being. We never saw each other again, but it’s still one of my favorite sexual experiences to look back on.
4.Leave the Screamers at Home
It’s always nice to know your partner is having as much fun as you are, but if you have a loud moaner on your hands (or dick, whatever) you’re pretty much guaranteed to get caught. It’s also a great way to get the cops called on you. I may or may not know that from experience…
5.Don’t Be a Creep
While the idea of having sex in public is exciting to you, it won’t be as exciting to anyone else who may happen upon your public sexy time shenanigans. Be conscious of those around you, and for the love of Thor please be sure you aren’t anywhere near a school. You really don’t want to be caught by impressionable young kids and end up talking to Chris Hansen on “To Catch a Predator.” While you’re at it, you may also want to check out the laws in your area, as some places have stricter laws than others should you get caught. For example, some jurisdictions will simply let you off with a ticket, while others charge you with public indecency, exposure, or some other such thing you most definitely do not want to fuck with.
If you’re still a little apprehensive about going all the way in a public place, start slow and work your way up to the good stuff. Try a hot n’ heavy make out session at the theatre first, or even a quick and dirty car blowjob if you’re feeling a little extra. Whatever you do, just have fun doing it!

BDSM Cafe..
1 comment
A Letter To All Women ...
Posted:Mar 20, 2017 6:57 am
Last Updated:Mar 20, 2017 6:58 am
4826 Views
A Letter To All Women...

You are valuable. You were created to be light in this world, to bring joy, and on days that you can’t even pick yourself up, to let others know that life does not end there. That it’s also okay to break down for a little while, that we’ve all been there. Woman, you are free. Pay no attention to those, even fellow sisters, that tell you what to wear, what to do, how many boys or girls you can kiss before you officially become a slut, before you become used or impure. Do whatever feels right, feel whatever you truly want. Pay no attention to those who are capable of making the same mistakes as you but think they’re too perfect to ever fail. And maybe those mistakes aren’t even mistakes. Maybe it was just you, growing into the dazzling woman that you’re meant to be, maybe it was another experience in the book of all the things that you’ve done and that are to come. Maybe it was a lesson. Pay no attention to those that say you’re not as worthy as them, to those that tell you that you can’t be successful, smart enough, good enough, pretty enough. Rage. Fight. Live, breathe and cling to what you not only think but know that is fair, and not only fair, but merely human. Speak up. Resist. Engage, communicate and develop your right to rule your own body, to wear whatever you want knowing that if a person gets angry at you for being “provocative” it’s only their problem because they’re not enough of a respectful person to understand that you’re not “asking for it”, you’re just living. Wear whatever you want knowing that if someone makes fun of you, mistreats you or abuses you in any way because you chose to cover yourself up or dress yourself down, they just weren’t raised right, they just don’t know what it’s like to view things from different perspectives or just to be you. Shout. Protest. Be displeased, rebel and say no to people that think they have any kind of control over you. It’s your choice who you want to be with, it’s your choice if you want to keep the baby, it’s your choice if today you don’t want to go to the party, it’s your choice if you want to wear the sweatpants or the tight dress. It’s your choice if you’re going to let others rule your life or be enslaved by this intolerant world. Let your sisters know that we can’t afford to put each other down anymore. We can’t afford to keep on slut shaming when all we’re asking for is respect and we’re not giving it back, or setting the example to do so. We can’t afford to verbally abuse one another when all me might have needed was a little advice and a lot of support. We need to be there for every single woman out there because no one else is going to fight for equality or be informed of what equality really means, if we can’t even come together and stop fighting with each other instead of fighting towards a fair, respectful, equal and dignified world. Stop thinking that there’s already too many of us fighting for the cause and that you’re not needed, there aren’t enough people. We need every single woman helping, giving advice, letting people know of this injustice that we’re living, that not only because you’re comfortable and everyone accepts you as you are, does it mean that somewhere else in the world there aren’t girls who are not even allowed to dream. We stop being free when we give up our control. We stop being free when we remain quiet. We stop being free when we stand by and watch others live what you should or want to be living. We stop being free when we let comfort and tranquility seduce us into a life of nothingness. Be released.

Tumblr.
0 Comments
Life...
Posted:Mar 19, 2017 12:11 pm
Last Updated:Mar 20, 2017 1:35 pm
5362 Views
Life...

Be careful what you ask me for,” Life once said, touching me lightly on the nose with the tip of her finger.
“I’ll give you exactly what you truly want, but remember that I can’t hear false, flimsy requests. I feel what is behind them. What’s real and true and what cries out from your deepest places. I’ll give you that, but most stop short because having it all–having what’s possible–means going all the way with me, and most are afraid of what it might mean to fall without limits into my arms. What do you want and how far are you willing to go with me?

Jacob Nordb
4 Comments
Fall In Love..
Posted:Mar 19, 2017 6:17 am
Last Updated:Mar 19, 2017 5:45 pm
5643 Views
Fall In Love..

What you are in love with, what seizes your imagination will affect everything. It will decide what will get you out of bed in the mornings, what you will do with your evenings, how you spend your weekends, what you read, who you know, what breaks your heart, and what amazes you with joy and gratitude. Fall in love, stay in love, and it will decide everything

~Pedro Arrupe
6 Comments
Home...
Posted:Mar 18, 2017 11:58 am
Last Updated:Mar 18, 2017 12:01 pm
6142 Views
Home...

You tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do, love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.
0 Comments

To link to this blog (aliljaded) use [blog aliljaded] in your messages.