Panties, Paintbrushes, and (Damn) Forgot the Patience!

Yin and I had a weekend together. We see each other a lot. But, seeing is not touching. That’s where the ’be together’ becomes so important.

She is, in all ways, rampantly, animalistically (my new word for awhile….thanks to Ambient Storm), meltingly, carnally, HOT. There is no downward curve. There is no leveling of the playing field. There is only a magnetically irresistible sun/planet gravitational pull. Our orbits get tighter and more intense with each pass. Yin is the reason there are volcanoes. The lava builds and when it reaches a certain point there is no alternative to a violent eruption.

Hair played a role in this weekend’s togetherness. My eyes were on some changes to the hair above and the new absence of same down below. I love her hair. It’s always been a draw to me. Long, dark, sexy. I love her now smooth nether region. Like I need yet one more thing to pull me closer to her. These things cause me to collide with her. The draw is more than I can resist.We have decided it is time for the Tantra/Kama Sutra/Eastern Sexual Practices venture to begin. Not soon enough for me. I want to be inside her for limitless periods. I want to feel her. I want to make her experience spiritual visions. I want to be in control of my own destiny, so to speak, during our togetherness. I was doing well, for awhile, in these areas this weekend…until the curse of the ‘one stroke too many’ (my contribution to the collections of terms of art in both Tantra and Kama Sutra). I had read that a ring around the base of the cock/balls would both build things up and slow things down. I think it only made my package more sensitive. More patience will be required before I master the ability to control the volcano.

What do panties and paintbrushes have to do with this post? Plenty. But I’m out of time for now. More to come later.