There is a special aura swirling around us as we stroll hand in hand along the bustling downtown streets. It really doesn’t matter where we’re going. I am with you and that is all that matters. Any given moment is as captivating and meaningful as the next. Perhaps our journey is actually the destination. Who are “you”? You are the transcendent angel of love (my anima), and you have returned to touch my soul.
We tour an art gallery, but you are the only work of art that touches my soul. I struggle to notice the world beyond our intimate, sensual space and completely incapable of processing complete thoughts. Your presence lifts me away from the ordinary world…your spirit illuminates me.
Later, we are looking for a little privacy as our hands search hungrily under one another’s clothes trying desperately to quench our burning passion. We slip away into a series of walkways beneath the city streets and find ourselves in what seems to be an underground mall. We walk hip to hip in perfect synchronicity…your hand on my hip while mine is busy working under your top or handling your ass.
Then, in a dreamlike sequence, a lady appears from around the corner and appears to float past us in slow motion. She looks directly at us and smiles brightly as she says “Love” while passing by. A complete stranger felt compelled to say that word after looking at us. Even others can see the magical lights swirling around us and it makes me smile.
Throughout the weekend, you treat me like a king, your King, as you always do. Your inner Aphrodite is intoxicating. Each morning I awaken to you massaging my large, heavy balls while taking my stiffening cock into your sexy lips. And, while you prefer your coffee black, I ensure you begin each day with a bountiful serving of cream. I love going about our day knowing the memories of our morning will be dripping from between your legs.
In the evening, your nurturing spirit continues to flow. We are seated outside savoring a gorgeous summer sunset with a glass of wine and gentle breeze kissing our skin. I am sitting beside the most beautiful woman in the world to me. There is no one I want more than you, and I feel like most fortunate man in the world. You snuggle in close and want to tend to me. You begin cutting up small bites from your plate and feeding them to me. You tend to my lips with your fingers and kisses. You take great pleasure in fulfilling the goddess Hestia that swirls within your soul.
I am a bit lost in nurturing, decadent swirl of being feed and having my lips licked and kissed. Out of the corner of my eye, I’m aware that a gentleman is passing by. It would have been a quickly forgotten impression if he hadn’t said, “Man, you have it made!” We both break from our intimate bubble and start laughing. We must have been quite a sight to anyone that enjoyed “people watching” or even those that didn’t want to see it. He spoke the truth though. I do have it made and savor ever precious second with you.
Our weekend getaway, like all our visits, ends much too quickly. All the beautiful colors that seem to flow around and through me in your presence being to fade and lose their vibrancy when we part. The distance is like clouds blocking my my sun-filled, vibrant blue sky. Fortunately, the weather man is forecasting sunny days ahead. Angel of love, I’m waiting for you.
My blog, while not always apparent, is a memoir that I dig through in a journey for deeper understanding. What you just read is a 2021 interpretation of an experience that happened long ago. I’ve come to appreciate that this type of love is one of the Seven Forms of Love known as Romantic Love. For better or worse, it is a feeling I have always sought and one I long to experience…again and again. The art in the video is a bit dated but hope it still captures the spirit of the message and song.
The rest of what follows describes the original version of this post and provides context for many of the comments that are already here from that period. The original featured a gallery of erotic photos featuring Sienna frolicking in white satin sheets. It was an exciting moment because we both had a little exhibitionist streak running through us, and I loved showing off my sexy girl. Out of respect to Sienna, I obviously can’t share those photos here.
I was just looking through the Nights in White Satin photos…they are so sensual! You have once again done an amazing job capturing the moment!!!! You have such an artistic way about you and have whisked me away to relive the moments we spent together. Today was very busy, yet I found myself lost in memories and fantasies of being with you! I miss you and miss being with you, I crave your touch and can’t wait to see you!!!!! Your loving Sienna! xoxoxoxo
Sienna is beautiful as always…the lens captures only a fraction of her beauty and sensuality. I love the softness and sensuality of this gallery and how it hints at the memory of how our love was expressed and deepened during our time together. These sensual memories are juxtaposed with those of me strapping Sienna face down to the bed, spanking her ass, and fucking her hard and deep as she lost control and came again and again! The audio of this moment was captured in the post Press Play: Again…Again which occurred this same weekend.