The day has shown up with a beam, when from behind the hills the sun rose. The ruddy apron wrapped the eastern horizon; you stood looking at the east submerging in the warbles of birds.

I was in the valley on foot all along the shoreline of the earsplitting torrent that sung a passionate song, picking shaped shingles whose edges had become smooth with time. From the hill acme you descended then we met at the shore underneath a colossal rock.

That was the beginning.

Virtue in your eyes was discernible then we met again at a gala bash. As of there you took to the first floor. You were leading me to a vacant bedroom. The first affectionate encounter was electrifying; we lived as one in that room with complete hours of darkness. Your affection and brute force ruled that of a cave man, crumbled me. The lust flown turning your veins warm, and war breathe blown trumpet; the tempest in you turned and inundated me. I know you by no means overlook that night with me; the moments were creeping like years. The most stirring instant you spent and enjoyed ever.

Come again, commemorate once again. No merriment is absolute unless the celebration of youth is accompanied after covetousness. 

It was pretty sinister. The sight of the surface of the brook wind blown frozen. One and all squealed into the feather coverlet taking sanctuary to warm up. You knocked at my door. You were quivering through your leather jacket as your Pi-cap fought against the chilly winter ferociously.

You sat in front of the fire side and warmed up your bulging palms. I sat opposite you on a sofa, wearing a fur coat; only that, because, I was preparing my bed to unwind myself. Your eyes started slithering on my skin as if they were enthralled, then our eyes met as you sat beside me.

You were turning with delight as I felt your shoulder muscles and abs by slithering my fingers up and down. We walked in concert to the room. Your breath was turning affectionate. So was the brute force hidden in you.  When pampering my skin, you turned a brandish in the gale.

I woke up your senses again!

They celebrated the festival in stimulation and helped you reach your zenith. When I opened my eyes it was almost dawn and you had vanished. But, you stole my photograph from the table and left a rose to take it’s place. Still I preserve it. You remember the days and the moments with me sharing the exciting experience in love and lust.

Just call again, when your ship comes to the shore, for the festival of senses, turning the night, the moment of spring.

Life is rare; just make the best out of it. 

The wind was blowing heavily. The leaves and branches started falling down. The lightning frightened one and all. Closing the door people took asylum in the inn. A beautiful waitress has thrown an eye on you and smiled. You instantly liked her. Her rosy nose and ponytail knot hair were attractive.

The dying day has given way to the dusk. That night after closing the door you mate in the room behind the bar.

For the first time you turned hurricane and beyond, the man in you woke up. Then she lost her warmth, making you fall from the heaven. Crestfallen you walked away being dissatisfied. Your faith in women was lost and an ideal partner in you turned mutinous.

Now when your friends walk with female companions, you sit alone counting the waves at the shore. Then you met me in the beach, while basking in the sunlight. We talked, we laughed and I hosted you in my home for just a night.

The man in you woke up again, your aflame eyes shone like the Venus. The blood flow in your veins turned faster. Your throbbing heart I heard in your breath. It was warm and noisy. For the first time your senses celebrated. You feel the spring arriving again. The lust in you has splashed across the walks like giant waves.

Today, you enumerate every moment you were with me ruminating the high tide of pleasure you enjoyed.

You are still young! Celebrate your youth before it fades away.

Every moment is precious in life!

The twilight is at your doorstep and so is the piercing cold. The coal bonfire may be comforting, but the warmth of a woman touching your senses waking up your covetousness, making it rise like the high tide is the decisive pleasure you need to savor.

Once you met her with a pledge and tried, but stripped yourself by anticipating a lot. Before you attained your high it was wrecked in the turbulence that concealed your happiness. You walked away like a wounded snake. The heat and the aggravation never left you to reconcile. The man in you constantly accused you of being less and inept. You felt deficient. A form of cold weather hailed in your life and masked you.

It was your call to me that altered everything. That night you felt as a spring and you never sought to go. Your sense organs had a form of true fulfillment. You lavished in my lap and every craving you had was met that night. You still ponder that night in memories of the moment you were with me.

This ravishing devotee is still a call away, where I can surmount and completely submit. The day of fantasy you can still keep in your luscious reminiscence and never abandon all hopes.

The youth is a spring, why hesitate?

Just celebrate!

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A Day at the Races

Horses in the race:

Passionate Lady
Clean Sheets
Bare Belly
Thighs
Silk Panties
Big Johnson
Conscience
Heavy Bosom
Jockey Shorts
Merry Cherry

At the Post…

They’re off! Conscience is left behind at the post. Jockey Shorts and Silk Panties are off in a hurry. Heavy Bosom is being pressured. Passionate Lady is caught between Thighs and Big Johnson in a very tight spot.

At the Halfway Mark…

It’s Bare Belly on top. Thighs opens up and Big Johnson is pressed in. Heavy Bosom is being pushed hard against Clean Sheets. Passionate Lady and Thighs are working hard on Bare Belly. Bare Belly is under terrific pressure from Big Johnson.

At the Stretch…

Merry Cherry cracks under the strain. Big Johnson is making a final drive. Passionate Lady is coming.

At the Finish…

It’s Big Johnson giving everything he’s got and Passionate Lady takes everything Big Johnson has to offer. It looks like a dead heat but Big Johnson squirts through and wins by a head. Heavy Bosom weakens and Thighs pull up.

Clean Sheets never had a chance…

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After having failed his exam in “Logistics and Organization”, a student goes and confronts his lecturer about it.

Student: “Sir, do you really understand anything about the subject?”

Professor: “Surely I must. Otherwise I would not be a professor!”

Student: “Great, well then I would like to ask you a question.

If you can give me the correct answer, I will accept my mark as is and go. If you however do not know the answer, I want you give me an “A” for the exam. ”

Professor: “Okay, it’s a deal. So what is the question?”

Student: “What is legal, but not logical, logical, but not legal, and neither logical, nor legal?”

Even after some long and hard consideration, the professor cannot give the student an answer, and therefore changes his exam mark into an “A”, as agreed.

Afterwards, the professor calls on his best student and asks him the same question.

He immediately answers: “Sir, you are 63 years old and married to a 35 year old woman, which is legal, but not logical. Your wife has a 25 year old lover, which is logical, but not legal. The fact that you have given your wife’s lover an “A”, although he really should have failed, is neither legal, nor logical.”

In a moment’s time, you were awakened. You are not a clay model. The blood in your body is a live brook of warm spring. Your youth is celebrating your imaginings and lust in its high tide.

Life is not to nurture disappointments, but to rejoice with your own ideal lover.

You might not have thought that before!

Once you tried to explore your wilder side, but the cohort disenchanted you.

Ever since you’ve had a form of indifference.

Here in me you will find a wonderful partner. I’ll discover your adventurous side and the wilderness that’s real in you.

The waves are high and the storm in you is wilder.

Your lust caught in the wind unfurls a full mast.

I discover your wilderness, competency in my taste.

This Diva will enliven your fantasy and shower fabulous pleasure waking up every sense, slithering on you taking you to the helm of insurmountable delight!

Once voracious your lust easily finds an asylum to douse at last.

Alas! You’ve found where you will bury your bashfulness and unveil your true wilderness.

You float and bump up to the vital delight you’ve never sensed, sailed or explored before.

This un-explainable gratification you’ve pondered forever throughout your life.

This jiffy you’ve hidden somewhere in the corner of your heart to pamper yourself in times of loneliness.

When the fantasy becomes luscious memory why not pamper fondly?

That is the secret of life!

Lust, what else?

The Rhythm in your life unfairly fell once. The first time in your life where you tasted the other side, the live feat of lust!

Left unquenched you were left behind, the whole lot turned into a disgruntled experience!

There are many things in your life that bang at your door, only once.

I rise in your dreams. The maddening days of your dreams turn it a colorful, brilliant experience.

The rare creature in me cruise you through the seven oceans of sensual bliss, the vivid rainbow gleam in the horizon of wilder waves and lust. The wind comes into your reminiscences with a fragrance and delight. The cadence of footsteps and dances dazzle memories.

This moment of ultimate sensual pleasure you need to preserve. It is the first ever in life; may be never life, again.

This ravishing devotee of a divine sensuality commit in my full, wake up the soporific spring in your veins. They slowly warm up and turn hotter.

The beats of your heart resembles a drum, your breath turn to be a storm and the man in you turns to a cave man. Wilder and unquenched lust easily subsides from its peak. Now, nothing left. Just leave on this Diva.

You will ruminate every moment with me forever.

Compatibility in partners…something very rare.

Yes, that’s true. There are women, yet there’s a rare woman!

A woman who understands her partner is rare. Your life is not to delusion, not to let your mind ramble when other men brag about their weekend with a beautiful company on the beach; the partner they escort with while traveling. The latest holiday spree to the renowned island resorts.

You by no means sought after being dejected. You want to leave home.

You crave for all these.

But, where you will discover her? She who senses your need before you acquainted with it and asked for it.

You are young; and your heart is younger. Your veins still carry warm blood. Lust still celebrates in your life. The spring in your life is in its peak.

Unless you find a partner you can trust, you won’t be pleased

Your discontent would be un-imaginable.

The woman in me always honors the longing of a partner, showering sensual bliss you will celebrate your youth.

If not now when?

I feel your need, the hunger for the thrilling magic of the ultimate pleasure.

When your senses feel its magic, your dream turns in seven colors.

Who will deny if the intention is candid?

The experience won’t lie!

Submit to your intuition, as the mind has a special magic power to electrify true lust when it rendezvous a Diva. The Diva in me is here to celebrate your youth all the way.

Dive into the stream; let the spring flow before the tide of lust subsides.

Time and tide never wait!

Wow the summer sure has gone by fast!  I hope everyone is enjoying all that this great city has to offer. I actually was fortunate enough to have time to get down to music in the park this year a few times. How awesome is that to have free bands every night. Kamloops annual hot night in the city show and shine was pretty decent this year. I hadn’t been in about 9 years now. I also made it out to the NASCAR races in Vernon, it wasn’t quite as good as the race track in New York and Montréal but it still was fun. The drivers had to finish 300 laps and in the first 20 there was almost a fight between drivers and towards the end a few blown motors and much more. Hats off to our Sun peaks driver who stayed in the race just by hanging back taking his time, while many of the drivers in front were taken out of the race for various reasons as the race went on. NASCAR also had its first race in the rain in Montréal the other weekend which was something to see them driving while holding a squeegee out the window.   The track there isn’t the same throughout making it even more adventurous and daring. This past weekend I took in the Eagle Motorplex drag races in Ashcroft. As you can see I have an appreciation for cars.

The Sept long weekend is just around the corner and that means fall is  a month away, seems way to soon.

Hope to see you soon!

Brandi xoxo