Love Sat King Upon the Floods

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Love Sat King Upon the Floods

What do you do when love has you by the neck, pinned against the wall? Daring you to move. It taunts you with challenges. See the flaws this is what you love as well. Challenging you to continue to love despite the flaws.

Your heart tells you to love all of them, flaws and all. You grit your teeth. You fight your heart because your mind says you’re crazy to keep going. But your mind doesn’t see all of them. Your mind only computes the rational things. Your mind doesn’t compute the warmth of their hand on your skin. The feel of their lips on yours. The comfort they bring when you are near them.

So the heart rules for the moment. The love dominates and keeps you going back. But the mind tells you to be careful because the road ahead is bumpy. Always is when you love another. Brace yourself for the ride. Know that you are committed for the long run. If not then the storms will blow you to and fro.

Despite the storms, the flaws, and the struggle his love is worth it. Loving unconditionally is never easy but He loves us that way. He created us and even when we disappointed Him he still loved us just as much as he did when we were born. Strive to love this way including God, yourself, your signifcant other, your children, your friends, and your family.

Fedora loves you. Peace.

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Making Butter Love

Butter was so excited to be in his presence again. Not realizing that he would change her in such a way that she became unrecognizable to those who knew her before him. Butter waited anxiously for him to arrive. He said that he would be arriving in town around 8 pm. It was only 6:30 pm. What was she going to do with herself until then.

He showed her the power of her natural beauty. She began to dress differently, in a way that accentuated her curves and her sex appeal. Usually Butter liked to fly under the radar, nothing like Calor who lets it all hang out. But since Rico entered her life, she blossomed into the woman who always existed but she was afraid to set free. In their last encounter he taught her about relaxing and showed her how to tap into her inner power. He used the techniques he learned in reflexology. He gave her a full body massage, paying close attention to crucial points that release tension. He poured oil on her breasts first. The warm oil rolled down to her nipples, then under the folds of her breasts. He cupped both breasts and gently massaged the oil over the entire surface of her both breasts and her abdomen.

Next he poured oil in his palms and rubbed her hips paying close attention to her butt as she slightly lifted off the bed. He continued by oiling her left leg starting with her thigh. His fingers felt like feathers on her skin. She was completely relaxed as she closed her eyes and enjoyed his hands on her body. Next he massaged her feet. He dug deep into the sole of her foot releasing tension that had been held up for days months. Her body was at peace and ready to receive all that he was going to give her.

Rico was always ready to please her. He adored her so much, she could tell by the way he looked at her. She always felt loved in his presence. His new name for her was “Beautiful” which she embraced graciously.

“Come here beautiful”, he said, holding his and out to her.

She got up from her chair and walked towards him. He took her hand and began to kiss it, never taking his eyes off of her he kissed up her forearm to her shoulder. His lips found their way to her neck, her cheeks and then her lips. He kissed her with so much passion. She stood there for a few seconds after their lips parted. Mesmerized by his energy. What is happening to me? She thought to herself.

He guides her to the bed and says, “Get on your hands and knees beautiful.”

She obeys and waits for his next move. She gently parts her thighs just enough to feel the air on her clit, which sends a sensation through her pussy in anticipation of his touch. Rico positions his head between he thighs and sinks his teeth deep into her lips.

“Hmmmm!”, she moans.

He bites harder until the tip of her clit clenches between his teeth. She shivers right before her body convulses from the multiple orgasms.

“Sit on my face!” Rico suggested.

“Hmm?” she asks.

“Sit on my face baby!” he repeats seductively.

Butter positions her clit right above his mouth. As soon as she straddles his face his lips suck in her clit and lips in one motion. She shivers with excitement waiting to feel the touch of his tongue on her clit. But he prolongs it, like he is reading her body language, cause he knows that’s what she wants. He licks around the inside of her pussy lips, down to her hole but never allows his tongue to touch her clit.

His tongue finds its way to the crease of her thigh and sends sensations throughout her loins. His tongue trails the inside of her thigh releasing the creaminess down below. He moves aside the cum soaked boyshorts and inserts tongue inside her pussy. Her hips push back at him meeting the thrust of his tongue against her vanilla walls.

“Swish, swish” The sound his tongue makes as it goes in and out her pussy soaking up all of her cum like a sponge. She moves her hips up and down stroking her pussy across his tongue. Then they clash her clit and his tongue finally meet.

“Hmmmmm. Oh my God!” she moaned loudly, as his tongue devoured her clit.

The sensation almost stopped her stroke, yet she continued because she desperately wanted to feel all of his mouth on her, teasing her, sucking her, and making her juices erupt. So she stayed steady and enjoyed the ride.

He met her stroke with his own rhythm and continued to eat his meal like it was a special treat. She erupted into a lava filled orgasm and her stroke was interrupted by the flow. She put her head down on her arm and began to speak inaudibly to herself.

“I am his puppet now. OMG. Does he know?” she mumbled to herself.

She felt totally vulnerable to him at this moment, which she was not prepared for but she rode through the emotions he evoked from within her soul. Her mind went back to his handsome face and she began to stroke his tongue again. She moved slowly like she was making love to his tongue. He penetrated her with his tongue, in and out it went driving her crazy.

Rico had her full attention. How would she ever let him go? But surely she had to do something because he was getting more and more of her. Her thought pattern went back to his actions as the next orgasm ripped through her pussy. She convulsed over him and he never stopped licking her clit, right through the orgasm. Then he put his tongue inside her pussy to catch her cum on it.

Never could Butter dream of having such a pleasure as this treat she was receiving. But she was receiving it and she was very appreciative. She showed it by continuing to make love to his mouth with her pussy. He responded by pushing his tongue deep into her asshole while she had another orgasmic episode.

He lifted her up and got up on his knees. He motioned for her to turn around and lay flat on her back. He grabbed her thighs and pulled her body closer to him. The she felt the head make contact with her moisture generating a heat. But she waited patiently for his next move. He began to play with her pussy teasing her with the head of his dick. Then he pushed it into her slowly and sharply. Slowly he stroked her pussy watching her melt into each orgasm, each sensation showed on her face. He watched her intently to see the signs of satisfaction. Which she displayed effortlessly because her heart was beginning to feel so much for him. She felt apart of him more with each stroke and each touch of her body. He kissed her lips as began to tremble.

He continued to make love to her never taking his eyes from hers. She felt his energy, passion, and most of all his love. She met his rhythm and they rocked back and forth in love. She didn’t want this moment to end because it was a bonding between them.

He moved faster as the momentum grew between them until finally he could hold it no longer. He gave one long thrust as he whispered something in her ear. She was not able to understand what he said but she did understand what his body was saying and she responded accordingly allowing him to love her so deeply at this moment.

He collapsed on top of her. Kissing her neck, her shoulder and then her lips in appreciation of the love she gave to him at this moment. His body spoke volumes to her tonight. What was she going to do?

Lemonade Love

Sour Hearts by Fedora
Lemons alone are sour to the taste and leave a bitterness on your tongue. But when you add sugar and water they are transformed into something sweet and delicious leaving you craving more lemonade. Life can be like lemons. Our heart gets hurt and it becomes sour and bitter. It may be a natural response to the emotional trauma of heartbreak, but it doesn’t have to take over your life. The bitterness can leave scars and sour tastes in the hearts of those a hurt person encounters.

I love spreading love to others. I have said this time and time again. But what happens when you encounter a person whom your heart doesn’t jump to love? You don’t do anything to them but you just stand indifferently towards them. Past hurts can linger in the shadows of one’s heart and suddenly appear out of nowhere. I had such an experience.

I thought I was over that part of my life. Had dealt with all the leftover emotions and pain. Until he came back. Then they all came flooding back. The pain, the distrust, and the anxiety. I had slowly become sour because two recent relationships ended with empty promises from men who did not seem to know my worth as a woman. Perhaps because prior to a decade ago I didn’t even know my own worth.

I loved people who could not love me back in one way or another. It left holes in me. Holes I did not know were still open. Holes that began to be filled with hard bitter substances that prevented me from being able to move forward and open myself fully to another man. I had built up these defenses to keep a man from penetrating my heart, by hiding mine. Keeping them at a distance, not allowing them to get too close.

Only this doesn’t work when they can see beyond the mask you present. When they can see what you are hiding and call it forth. You are not able to hide under these circumstances. But I needed some ingredients in my life to offset the bitter pill I had swallowed. This sweet nectar of love seeped into my life and opened my heart. I am loving again and feeling things I had resisted before. Feelings of commitment, loyalty and submission. Things I said I would never do again for fear of repeating my past.

But I am doing them and doing them unconsciously. This nectar has created a new hunger in my heart for love, closeness, and true intimacy. It has allowed my heart to create sweet, sweet lemonade from the remnants of the sour left in my heart. It has given me hope that love can be trusted again. Allowing a man to love me and care for me can be done again.

But doing so requires that I dig out that nasty lemon that has rotted in my heart and replace it with the sweet nectar of love. Instead of giving out the old rotten heart to those who may have hurt me in the past, give out love instead. Yeah I know this is a lesson that I should know already but sometimes there are hidden things in your heart that you are not aware of. They can slip up and choke out new opportunities if you don’t recognize it and kill the root.

So that is what I am doing. I am facing this head on and making a conscious decision to love. To move forward leaving the past hurt in the past. Doing so will help me to leap forward into the promise of new opportunities and prosperity. Love is even powerful enough to subdue enemies and charm the hardest heart. We have to believe that or there will be no hope and when there is no hope faith cannot work.