My life lived loving women 1

To me women have been a delicacy of life pleasures.

women have inspire me to archive great things,

I have built empires in their name,

i rose the level of their expectations,

they wanted what i sold,

my own brand of magic,

i wanted them to participate at my level of thought,

strange enough ,without a word from me,

they drove them selves in to the wall,

i do love women,

and this is how,

note:
first off, there is some things we have to clear up,
if you are going to make love to a woman you have to have a good plan,
some thing better than," the get off- roll off- go to sleep",
women have fantasy's,
that's great,
play into the fantasy,
activate the fantasy,
give her your undivided attention,
in bed at least,
why wouldn't you,
give it study,
this my friends pays off,
you become part of her fantasy, cool hu

OK,

on with the lessons,

wait......!!!!

furthermore ,
i am a recovering sex slave my self,
it was innocent enough,
i think i was seeking sexual enlightenment,

true story,

on with the dialog;


When i envision a woman,
i admire a work of art,
some appealing,
some not so appealing,
i look into their eyes,
i see them beneath all their layers,
naked,
a personality,
their comforts,
their discomforts,
(i not reacting, just observing)
i see their allure,
their presence,
are they comfortable being a woman?
do i see them naturally feeling sexy,
i look for restrained Passion,
patience,
underneath,
calm intelligence,
''i see her across the room",
"she is looking across the room at me",
i know what she wants , every touch every taste,.



Lets begin;

i have come to the understanding
that i am good at pleasing women,
so be it, i enjoy the job,

the following are" snapshots of
a fantasy and how it played out",



i lay here now my fingers in the abyss,
enjoying it's beauty, a moment in time,
the match that lit the flame,
from across the room passions found,
sheltered darkness, clean pleasures of flesh,
warming to the touch,
rising to meet a single motion,
restrained passion expressed as beauty,
a song, a harmony, the past smiles on me,

I bury my face in the sheets of my bed where she slept,
delicate aromas of past moments.
Her sweat, her sweetness, her perfume,
an aphrodisiac.

how it began,

My friend has a girlfriend,
one day she brought a girlfriend with her,
she struck me instantly as the reserved passion across the room,
a natural dance partner, matching rhythms,
a play of words and we had a play date,
a straight to the point-take our clothes off,
lye down and find our mutual harmony.

The date was set..,

I found my self reflecting on how i would play my part.
I immediately understood what i must do--

I must respect her caricature,
enjoy her presence,
be thoughtful, caring and sweet,
be aware of her comfort so she feels safe,
embrace her and gracefully celebrate,

the time has come;

I lead,
i cares her grace,
steel from her, her breath,
sensitive expectations explored and tempted,
a gentle direction,
a knowing caress ,
a bursting rise of her chest,
the curvature of the small of her back,
then driving her self down upon the pleasure of warm breath,
repeated with more presser again and again,
-- adrift in pleasure--
the warming of flesh,
muscles twisted in urgency as the warm breath drinks in pleasure,
urged to engulf,
i drink her into my sole,

i was with her their in that moment,
she knows one boy,who was and did.

this is my intro to"a life lived for women".
what will be the next fantasy?
watch and see.

please pass this along to a friend,

thank you

gent jim / the traveler

PS. feel free to comment or ask questions.