He looked deep into my eyes wiping the smile right off my face…time stood still. He reached past my jaw to move my hair gently to the side exposing my neck. I closed my eyes inhaling his scent that lingered in the air from his hand that gently brushed past my cheek. My head tilted naturally to one side opening myself to his touch. He paused, taking his time knowing his seduction had only just begun. Our chemistry mixed as his mouth came slowly toward my neck. A shiver started at my lower back following my spine to meet his lips as he touched the fine hairs that stood erect waiting to be caressed. He paused ever so slightly before touching my skin, sending another shock wave down my back. My body belonged to him at that very moment.
I kept my eyes gently shut, enhancing all of my other senses. I was intoxicated by his scent, exhilarated by the unknown, mesmerized by his ability to keep me in such a trance. I felt drugged unable to move. We were communicating without words. My body reacting to the sensual energy that enveloped both of us. He was in control, I was not. My back naturally arched as the skin on his cheek touched mine. He placed his mouth dangerously close tempting me to reach for his lips with mine. I didn’t dare open my eyes. I wanted to savour the moment before his lips would touch mine.
I could hear his breath, feel his heart beating faster in anticipation of our first real kiss. The warmth of his mouth traveled quickly to my lips and then disappeared making me open my eyes. He had pulled back for a brief moment to take one last look at the expression on my face…complete surrender. Sexual energy filled the air between us as we locked eyes completely open and vulnerable to one another. Raw emotion washed over us as we lost ourselves in each other. I captured a photograph in my mind of the intense look he shared with me, to be recalled whenever I wanted the moment to return.
His words captivated me from the very first moment. He drew me in ever so gently with the soft flow of our conversation. Subtle innuendos floated between us, stimulating a depth to each verse that was written. I cautiously read between his lines. His words were unique, piquing my interest. He intrigued my mind, body and soul. His energy was like a magnet slowly leading me down a path I’d yet to explore. He stirred my emotions, passionately placing poetic prose along the way for me to taste. I savoured each one, cautiously looking back trying to keep my bearings. I quickly became comfortably lost, not knowing from where I came. All my senses were tuned at once. He knew exactly how to capture me. We connected deeply, having never met in the physical realm. I wondered if he was a figment of my imagination…an exploration or adventure I yearned for. My heart would stay safe and protected as I reached for more, as long as my eyes stayed gently closed.
We reached fearlessly to another level…I heard his voice and instantly felt our connection deepen. As his first word slip slowly from his mouth my ears anticipated his tone. I held my breath in hope. He became real in that moment. I floated away on the magical story blanket he carefully lay beneath me…I was open to where ever he would take me. Trust.
Each day my mind drifted back into the clouds where he waited for me. We embraced with our energy. I wonder if somehow we reconnected from another time. He felt familiar in a way I could not explain. He had come back for a reason. Perhaps he heard me call.
I could feel him enter my room each night, whispering in my ear...I want you. His energy washed over my body, making me forget I was alone. He stood close enough that I felt his breath on my neck. The energy in his palms and finger tips followed the curves of my silhouette. My walls slipped off my shoulders and fell to the ground like the satin fabric that gently touched my body. I was open, willing and ready to let go of everything, surrendering to him as we started our dance in the light of the moon.
Our energy intertwined, making love to one another, wrapping us both in a warm glow. We continued to inhaled the essence of the moment, both left wanting more. I courageously opened my eyes finding myself floating on what was. I could still feel his presence in the room, he was unable to leave. We were attached to one another by a thin silver thread. I slipped into a dream like state, knowing he was there watching…content to just be.
To not touch the man who caressed my soul with his mind would become painful. To not taste his lips or feel his heart beat would sadden my soul as each day past. To not take the chance that we may explode into something neither of us had experienced, was frightening. How could a man I had never met make me feel so scared and safe at the same time.
Like the moon and the morning sun, we continue to long for one another…
His eyes were intense, full of adventure and desire. He could penetrate her walls with a single look. His body was strong and powerful. His heart was aching as he sat next to her unable to express how he felt. His ache grew stronger as he lost himself in her touch, knowing he would not have her…then. He was young and immature, lacking the ability to express how she made him feel…and paid the price.
He would be forced to say good-bye not knowing if they would ever cross paths again. Their time together was fleeting, but long enough to embed an unfinished feeling deep inside both their subconscious minds. Maybe, just maybe the Universe would align itself once again, allowing them a serendipitous moment that both their romantic minds would recognize and understand more clearly.
She was captivated by his deep intense gaze that forced her to look away. She had never had a man look at her with such powerful intent. He frightened her. Her heart wanted to take a leap of faith but didn’t know how. Her entire body vibrated with feelings she had never experienced before. Intense passionate love was new to her. Desires of uncontrollable lust were years away. She had no past to recall upon, she had only just begun her journey exploring her mind as a hopeless romantic. She had not been taught how to grab onto her feeling with both hands and savour them slowly. She had not yet become the woman who was able to share her intimate thoughts with a man who had such a powerful presence. She was scared, unable to take the risk of exposing her inner truth of how he made her feel. She wanted to be with him…but didn’t know how. She had years of growing and unfolding to do before she could comfortably take on his challenge, risking it all.
She captured his look in a photograph that she revisited now and then, each time it brought back powerful unfinished feelings and questions of why they had connected so many years ago. He was a memory deep inside her youthful past that had been put behind her…until now.
There is something overwhelmingly sexy about a man who can create music. “Music is how feeling sound”...(one of my favourite quotes) Woman are drawn to men who can express feeling, whether it be through the simplicity of words strung together, or a melody that pulls at our heart strings. When a man learns to read the music of a womens heart he captures her.
“Music is the art of sound in time that expresses ideas and emotions in significant forms through the elements of rhythm, melody, harmony and colour.” A man who can create feelings with his unique interpretation of those elements has a powerful presence. Is it the man that seduces us or do we open ourselves to the poetic features of music and allow the man to enter because he holds a key? Music is a form of expression more unique than language, it adds the element of vibrationally energy that although we can’t all create, we have an insatiable desire to hear and feel it.
Music allows us to open our minds, to a level of consciousness far beyond what we are used to. When we open our mind, body and spirit to it, our soul dances. When we open our mind body and spirit to the one who creates the music we dance together.
The mind of a musician is on a frequency that’s invisible to some. When a single note is released it affects us like a scent traveling through the atmosphere until it become a mere whisper. It touches each of us in a unique way, taking us to places we’ve been before and those we have yet to explore. Allow yourself the pleasure of getting lost in the music, or the musician who is creating it. Make a Memory ~
Musicians captivate crowds with their art form that allows the listener to join with them on their intimate journey of interpretation. They surrender to the music as they perform. We connect with then as we allow our feeling to surface as we listen. The vibrational rhythm is not only heard, it’s felt by every cell of our body transcending us to a place that feels like no other.
It’s one thing in life I wouldn’t want to live without.
I caught him looking at me through the crowded room. I looked away quickly and then glanced over again to see if it was coincidence, he was looking once more. He never usually stared, he was always serious and never smiled back in the past. Why today? What was different? I had given up on smiling at him so I kept my composure. I stared back with no expression, he didn’t look away. Did he see me or was he looking through me, it was hard to tell. I tried not to look away but he was much stronger than I in that moment. I felt disoriented, a rush of adrenaline surged through my veins as I tried to focus on the Batistas question. The only word I was able to form was coffee. She sensed my thoughts were scattered. I turned around to find his gaze aimed directly at me…again. Was the Universe playing games with me? Was it catching up on work undone? Was timing finally in sync?
He was solid and secure. His strength came through his eyes. I stood staring not able to move. His body rose slowly and made its way toward mine. His stare captured mine and wouldn’t let go. As he approached his eyes said he had something to say. He had me. As he was about to speak his eyes softened and mouth relaxed, he was sure that this was the right moment. His pheromones had come to close for me to say no to whatever he was about to ask. I would have handed him everything I was able in that moment.
His words were on the tip of his tongue when a hand was placed on his shoulder making him look away. It only took a split second to adjust what was about to become. I turned having instant doubt he was about share his words with me. I continuing in a daze of what might have just transpired if he was given just one more moment. Perhaps we were not meant to speak today? I looked in the window as I walked by and he was looking over the shoulder of the man who interrupted his path to me.
There is no better place to find yourself than the world our distracted minds naturally send us. Deep inside the imagination of a sexy mind lies the vivid dreams and fantasies of what a single thought can do. This time the thought that scaled the walls of my subconscious was that of pheromone filled facial hair.
The male energy who adorns a ribbon across his lip is sexy to me. He is growing it to make a statement. He is committed to his health. He is willing to take a stand, go the distance, be uncomfortable and show the world he wants to be here. He is strong and masculine. Male energy with a purpose greater than himself, mens health…Movember.
Facial hair is soft, rugged, manly. It has natural pheromones that pull us in. It can be abrasive if rubbed the wrong way but soft and gentle if stroked in the right direction. It shouts testosterone. It’s a choice, unique to the one who wears it. It’s a right of passage.
And it goes like this…
My eyes were closed, lost in my subconscious thought. I had goose bumps rising like waves on the surface of my skin from head to toe in anticipation of what was to come. The world went silent around me as I felt his very first touch. His lips did not arrive first to my skin. The soft warm tickle from his moustache came first. He paused, searching it seemed for the perfect place to kiss. His facial hair brushed my skin gently as he continued exploring the map of my body. He aroused every hair follicle that felt him coming. His breathe warmed the surface of my skin as he continued until he found his favourite spot.
He frustrated me like never before. He had always run away. It’s how he survives. He refused to acknowledge this fear. He was irrefutably wrong. He viewed the world around him with a skewed perception of reality.
A battle was about to begin igniting a fire that had been smouldering for some time. I was ready to strike the match and toss it at his feet. It was all or nothing. The atmosphere was torrid…
We couldn’t touch if we wanted to, we were like magnets standing side by side. His male energy repelled mine. We were no longer Yin and Yang. His words were sharp and pointed aimed straight at my heart. He was trying to throw me off-balance. I wasn’t going down easy. There was a fire in his eyes I’d never seen before. He was boiling over with passion. He had come ready to spar with one of the best. It took years to prepare armour for battles such as this. I was ready to stand up and face my fears, willing to lose it all.
Our words cut like duelling swords, each one razor sharp…and then the magnet flipped. I caught him looking deeply at my mouth while I spoke. For a split second he was vulnerable. The fire in his eyes morphed from battle to surrender. His eyes anticipated every word that slipped slowly off my tongue past my lips. His ears heard nothing. It was that split second that changed everything. I knew he loved me more intensely than ever before. I had him in that moment. He let his subconscious thoughts slip through the door and I grabbed them tight with both hands. I was about to embark on an adventure I had only dreamt of.
I reached forward to seize the moment, impaling him with every ounce of passion I had left. I grabbed his jaw with both hands and seduced him with my entire being. Undeniable desire exploded like gasoline thrown on a flame. If we could survive this, we could survive anything together.
Our bodies entangled one another with no conscious thoughts. Pure raw in the moment chemistry that had been hidden deep below the surface for far too long. There was nothing subtle about us from that moment on.
It seemed like forever since I saw him last. His hand gently touched my arm when he leaned in for a soft kiss on the side of my mouth. I took a breath s~l~o~w~l~y as our bodies came together inhaling his presence. His masculine scent was deliciously powerful. I may have even closed my eyes for a split second to ignore all my other senses.
We engaged in subtle glances. Our eyes caught stalling for brief moments to penetrate the invisible wall of uncertainty. Even the slightest touch of his body felt exaggerated and deliberate. I inhaled him with each draw in of breath, sending me back to an intimate moment from our past. It was hard to stay focused on the conversation with his scent swirling around me. I couldn’t resist the sensual recall each time he leaned in close. I was utterly distracted and teased by his pheromones dancing so clearly in front of me. I fought the temptation to lean in and kiss him without warning. The attraction was undeniable.
Invisible to the naked eye his scent continued to surge, taking me in and out of moments shared in our past. Like music his scent took me places I had been before and allowed my mind to wander regions I had yet to explore.
I found myself in a world of my own where his neck was close enough for my lips to touch. I wondered if anyone else at the table could feel what his scent was doing to me. The irresistible sexy scent of this man had captured me…again.
Culo by Mazzucco is SExy! Raphael Mazzucco is a fashion photographer who is not only SExy himself but has a job that is the envy of every male energy who watches this video I’m sure! ‘Culo’ which means ass in Spanish is a tome dedicated to just that, the gorgeous female derriere! The female buttock whether large or small, flat or round should be embraced! These women exude sex appeal. Having Raphael’s eyes behind the camera lens probably doesn’t hurt!
The soundtrack is by a never-before-heard Timbaland track called “Pass At Me”~ Awesome! Culo by Mazzcco, a book that oozes SExiness!
I don’t think any woman could resist getting naked for Raphael Mazzucco…even if he brought his camera!
Have you ever engaged in a sex-text volley? It’s basically phone sex without the voice. I am not a fan of texting for the purpose of a long conversation but to send an enticing message to the man of your desire…well that’s completely different. I’d prefer to hear the sexy male voice. I take that back. I’d prefer to see the sexy man behind the sexy voice but this post isn’t about sex, it’s about sext. Cyber-sex.
I think most male and female energy have played a role in sexting to some degree. If you haven’t proceed with caution! It can quickly get out of control just as some in-person sexual encounters can. It is about sex and when sex is involved whether in person or otherwise we have a tendency to lose ourselves in the moment. It’s easy to say too much through text let alone sext because we get brave without the person standing in front of us. A false sense of security.
There are a few basic rules you should follow; trust the person you’re sexting, don’t send any photo’s you’re not willing to have posted all over the internet and make sure the recipient is the person intended to read your words! We’ve all experienced the rush of sending a message to the wrong person. Keep your face out of it no matter hard it is to resist sending your smile along with what you are thinking or doing! Sexting is a form of flirting taken one step further. You can’t take back the words or photos once you press send.
If it’s done with a trusted partner it can still give the thrill of a taboo encounter without the feeling of guilt or regret. Trust your instinct and avoid crossing any lines. If you feel like you’ve been electrocuted after sending or receiving one from someone you don’t know very well, its safe to say some lines have been crossed and I suggest you walk away before it’s too late.
It can be one of the most stimulating foreplay there is if done with your trusted partner. When a message come across the screen of your phone that’s attached to a personalized chime it can stimulate the senses instantly. The simply sound of a glass being tapped can send your loins into a knot with anticipation of what’s going to be said in 20 words or less. Condensed sex. You’ve got to keep it simple, straight to the point, short and sweet. Depending on the message it can be completely distracting. Focus? What focus? I don’t suggest you get into it during an important meeting where you need to pay attention…you may leave not knowing what just happened in the room. You will however feel completely alive!
Take a moment out of your day to sext your partner, it will change everything! Stimulating your partners thoughts throughout the day can lead to a very sexy evening.
The lead up to an embrace can be overwhelming. It can be one of the most intimate forms of touch we experience with another human being. It’s whats behind the embrace that changes how it feels. The lead up of what you make it is what it becomes. When you embrace someone of the opposite sex for the very first time it can be exhilarating.
Anticipation builds. Thoughts provoked. A few simple words spark something deep inside. Hearts race. Uncharted territory. Feelings deep below the surface waiting to be scratched. A sensation unlike any other. No focus. Lost control of the ability to function.
Days turned into hours. Counting down with only minutes left. Almost a reality. Hearts beat faster. Energy releases. Senses on fire. Mind swirling with unfinished thoughts. Time stands still. Eye contact. Smiles. Staring unable to move. Connection made. Drawn closer. Touch. E-m-b-r-a-c-e. Hold. Perfect fit. Strength. Tight squeeze. Can’t release. Enveloped by the energy. Bound by free flowing electricity. No intention of breaking away from such a connection.
An embrace could be waiting suspended in time…for the moment to ignite a smouldering flame…
An-tic-i-pa-tion…say it slowly again with the lustful thought of wanting to touch your partner but not being able to at this moment in time…an-tic-i-pa-tion. The word has such flavour it’s hard to say without the feeling of edible desire. The an-tic-i-pa-tion of touch can be so electric your body jitters gently and sends shivers down your spine.
The deep aching thought of what you’re anticipating sends a shutter like no other. Every little hair on the surface of your skin comes alive standing on end waiting to be touched. Anticipation naturally builds nervous sexual energy when chemistry is present. When your focus is on whom you desire anticipation can send you into a frenzy of what might be in those first few moments standing in front of one another.
Meeting in person for the first time…an-tic-i-at-tion. The first embrace with your entire body from head to toe…an-tic-i-pa-tion. Kissing for the first time…an-tic-i-pa-tion. Reuniting with one another after an unwanted absence…an-tic-i-pa-tion. The first intimate moment…an-tic-i-pa-tion.
If you take the time to let your mind wander in lust or love about the object-of-your-desire anticipation will naturally build, making any moment with the opposite sex that much more exciting.
An-tic-i-pa-tion is making you wait…embrace it. Say it slowly one more time and taste it as it rolls off your tongue into the atmosphere.
Intimacy…the ultimate sexy! Being drawn to someone without control is a feeling that many of us only experience once in a lifetime. It’s a magical force between two who connect on a much deeper level. It’s not just about sexual chemistry, although that too can be very intimate. Pure intimate feelings come from a much deeper place. A touch of the hand while staring into the eyes of someone who sees right inside your soul is intimate. A feeling of belonging together formed from a bond of experiencing the other.
There are two types of intimacy; physical and emotional. Love is intertwined in both. There are also two types of love within intimacy; compassionate and passionate. Compassionate love involves diminished feeling of attachment to the other. It is authentic, committed with profound feelings of caring for the other. Passionate love is identified by infatuation, intense feelings of sexual longing, throes of ecstasy and feelings of exhilaration that fill the room when you are together. To have a combination of both physical and emotional intimacy with passionate love is what most of us are ultimately seeking.
It’s a look across a room filled with people to that one person who turns you inside out and back again. A gaze that is only meant for you. A moment suspended in time. They know exactly what you’re thinking. It’s the magic of an intimate connection.
When we open our heart and expose ourselves making it known we are vulnerable to the other we experience the most profound intimate moments. It can’t be controlled, even if you try. You can walk away physically but your mind won’t allow you to leave the room they’re in. It can be a scary step if you’re not ready to open yourself to its entirety. A risk that many will not allow their heart to explore.
When you fall intimately for another human being they live inside your mind. They change the physiology of your body. They stir your soul. You become enveloped by their energy. They surround you no matter how far their physical form is from yours. They stand next to you inhaling your presence. It’s a powerful sensation that can overwhelm the ordinary.
Intimacy is considered the product of a successful seduction…so sexy!
Have you ever been somewhere and caught a glimpse of a man or woman who look dishevelled, not quite put together. You instinctively tune into their release of pheromones without even knowing it. Every sense in your body becomes alive with wonder. With every ounce of your being you know they just got some. If you’ve ever been interrupted right in the middle of a blind passionate rendezvous you know exactly what I’m talking about. There’s no time or brain focus to do buttons up properly let alone zip up pants or get your skirt on right!
There are so many subtle hints that someone was enjoying themselves far more than the rest of us…
A glazed over look in their eyes…you know they are playing the last few moments over and over again in their mind. Smudged lipstick on a man’s face or collar. A woman’s dewy flush cheeks from her heart rate spiking so rapidly! Whisker burns around a woman’s freshly kissed mouth from a man who just couldn’t get enough of her erogenous lips! Tousled hair that SCREAMSpassion. Shirt tucked in half way because he forgot what he was doing. The unzipped fly you can’t look away from no matter how hard you try. Buttons done up askew. Skirt tucked into panties put on inside out.
The adrenaline rush is obvious with the guilty look of pleasure. Moments before they reached the point of no return and are desperately trying to get back but reality won’t allow it. That brief moment in time is gone only to be relived in their minds…over and over again until they meet again.
We all recognize the look especially if we’ve been there ourselves. Envy is what onlookers are thinking. Being dishevelled because you lost your mind when your partners desire for you out weighted the risk of getting caught…is sexy!
A man’s voice can be sooooo sexy it can send a woman into ecstasy even if heard over the telephone line. The flavour of a mans voice with the right blend of words can make any woman stop in their tracks. Have you ever been engaged in a conversation with a complete stranger and been compelled to keep them talking just to keep hearing their sexy voice? Some men come by that low seductive morning voice naturally…how sexy is that!
I know a man whose voice is incredibly sultry. If he recited a grocery list I would be compelled to listen intently to the lyrics that flowed from his delicious mouth to my ears. A sexy voice is part of the male energy that can make a woman shiver. A sexy drawl can be distracting having the same effect as slow sensual music.
Sean Connery & Clive Owen were born with two of the sexiest voices out there according to the internet. They each have that sexy edge in their accent that make women turn inside out. They are both also blessed with rugged good looks that make women swoon. In all honesty you wouldn’t have to lay your eyes on either to be mesmerized by what they profess. Robbie Robertson, Rob Thomas and Jon Bon Jovi are a few musician endowed with a low raspy sandpaper sound that can make our minds wander. A voice can captivate our entire being with its tone.
A truly masculine male voice can change the state of a woman’s mind and body, leaving them spellbound incapable of forming a thought worth saying out loud. Next time you’re in the presence of your man, close your eyes and listen to how his voice can move you…possibly into another room!
