Sensual Sunday: Mother Earth! Part 2

Today we continue the story I started last week. A new idea coming to live and hoping those who read it will enjoy it. Maybe not much happening yet but can you guess what will happen next? You might be surprised with what I have in mind for you in upcoming parts.

Sensual Sunday: Mother Earth! Part 2

At one moment in the night I woke up feeling awkward and a little uneasy. My stomach was slightly turning and had me think it was the snake I ate. It could have been undercooked, now it is not the best to eat and most certainly not cooked through and through ut one cannot be to careful. it is not the first time I been at this. So it could not be that. the small plants were not poisonous so the tea should have been fine to.   

My head is spinning in circles figuring out what this feeling is. As if one is watching me keeping an eye on me, no I stared in eyes of hunters, big cats that were supposed to be extinct. This is different. Awkward and strange. Upsetting me but not sick or scared. Shivers run across my spine, to make the body compulsively shake head to toe.  

There is more to this. I get myself dressed in the faint glow of the last flames of the fire. The clothes are warm and dry against the chilled skin. It did not get unnoticed my cock had erected and gave me some trouble getting back into my pants. Uncommon this may not be to a healthy man. Having more than one erection a night is proven t be a fact.And still I cannot shake this uncomfortable feeling off of me.  

It sticks to the core of my head, have me come up with the most ridiculous theories about aliens or even elves. I can’t help but giggle at my own foolishness and weird thoughts. I throw on some more wood onto the tiny flame and wait for it to light back p the cave. The trickle of the water in the background adds more inconvenience to the situation. 

I push down on the lower abdomen, to put off going into a corner and empty my bladder. It hurts so much I have to run outside and stand against the bushes of the entrance. With my teeth clenched I hunch over a little to ease he pain of the erect penis. The sensation is phenomenal. With a long relieved sigh I can feel the pressure flow away. 

My head thrown back I hold it firmly n my hand. Eyes closed I forget all about that sensation I had earlier. 

It isn’t until I open my eyes I had that feeling return to me. There in a green glow stand a woman in all her naked glory. Looking my way and behind her hand lets go of a giggle.  

My tummy turns inside me, overwhelming me with that flustered awkward feeling. Legs tremble like jelly and my heart skips a beat. Would she have been the one who made me feel like this in the first place. Could she have woken me up from my slumber, filled with embarrassment. 

Her appearance is one of beauty and got my head taking snapshots of her body. A smooth silky white skin. With her hands stretched out to me I can see her lips of gorgeous vibrant green. And as the apparition comes closer I can see her eyes of green that pierce you fiery spirit. 

I am unable to move, mesmerized by her sexy sway in her hips and bouncy breasts as I watch her walk in air, not leaving a single foot step in the moist earth. I am in awe.

Thought of the day! February 27, 2015

Just a thought that makes me happy made by Chad Sugg!

My body is an ugly masterpiece that lives off the beauty of sound.

Now it may not be pretty watching this body move, though music give us the energy to keep doing what we do. So does sounds of singing birds or a revving of an engine. We all have sounds that make us happy.

Music Friday: Dotan!

Music Friday: Dotan!

A new Music Friday with this time not a walk down memory lane but a singer I mentioned some months  back. He surely is a new favourite and might be a little unknown to you all. His music gives off a relaxing vibe with its simple sounding music and poetic lyrics. No fancy riffs on a guitar or over the top drums. I am mentioning him again because I do like him and a new album is coming and on top of that I wanted to introduce you to him.
Dotan is a Dutch singer/songwriter and his music is in my honest opinion one for the world.  He started giving small Living room concerts for as many as would fit in a home. He is now starting to get the attention he deserves, with a large concert coming up. Listen and share the love and good times music gives us.

Without wasting to much words I leave you with a poem made from his lyrics of his last year album. And a Video at the end to listen to some of his songs.

Dotan!

Driftin’ away from the shore,
into the open sea
I’ll sleep on the ocean tonight,
with the moon at my feet
I’m sending you an invitation
Come look inside my head
Let’s have a mental vacation
We’ll dream without a bed

How long I sailed without
Passing my homeland
Felt all the emptiness
In the palm of your hands
Oh my love
Why the sky bleeds
The clouds have greyed
Have showed us how
To fall and run at the same time

Hit up the bottom, hearts will melt like ice
As the lights keep falling, makes you feel so small again
As we walk in circles, the blind leading the blight
No way of hiding, our heart is all we got
I’m hungry for you, my love, so come out and rescue me
Under the floorboards
Memories linger
Sleeping stories we outgrew

I’m coming Home now.

Here are two of his songs. the first is the one that got me noticing him the second is a live session in a dressing room of another great song.

More Information can be found on the following pages.

His Personal page: Dotan

Or read his Wiki page

Thought of the day! February 26, 2015

Here is a thought that may hold a little contradiction.

Admitting a wrong can do right!

It may not always be the case. Though is it okay to keep lying about a wrong. At least come clean and clear your mind and shed the weight of guilt. Be free.

The Fishy Lighthouse! Part 33

The Fishy Lighthouse! Part 33

A group of cats and dogs follow the route that was once made for the fish canal that runs from the lighthouse to Paris. The cats in Paris started to get uneasy as the nets dragged through the pond hold less fish. It has only been a couple of days but the impact is great. Small riots happen out on the streets where knights have gathered o keep some peace.  
Some cats even shout out a conspiracy that the King sold them out to the dogs. They claim that if the fish runs out they are made o hunt outside the walls in dog territory. 

Little do they know that it is Lady Chambelle who has a dog within the walls hoping to understand the dogs and find a way to live together. They do not know about the McSniff is outside those protective boundaries to find out why the fish stopped coming. They feel uneasy having to pay more fr that little fish there is.  

In the dinning hall in the palace even the King sees the suffering within his kingdom. And his eyes look bleak with his paws folded, mumbling a prayer for those how are hurt and hungry. Words of hope and ‘possibilities’ roll off his lips. Wen he uttered the word ‘Solution’ his whiskers twitch. 

It is a early morning and all kinds of things are happening during breakfast hours. 

McSniff and the group of dogs have found one of the in between stations all torn down. Outside of the station is a pile of ash still smouldering. From the safety of a tree line they look around to see if it safe to get closer. Jean and some of his companions walk up like normal dogs. Their paws held up high to wave the others it is safe to come out. 

Underneath all that rubble runs the canal. Could it have caved in after all. There is nothing left of what once a building that was once above ground. Just a small cabin with a cave system underneath. McSniff and William look through the rubble and find the same picture again that hung on the wall where they met the dogs. 

“It looks like we need to clear the floor in order to see below and fix what needs fixing. 

“You said it William but than what about that lighthouse story. It s going to take up a couple of days to clean this up. And the Parisians may not have that much time. There maybe enough fish for now but that is the least of our worries. We can’t have them fight among themselves. Luckily they might not have expected us to come out here though.” 

McSniff’s paws run through the rubble and lift a stone up only to find a paw and a small face of a little dog. The Snauzer’s beard is covered in blood. “he must have fought to the death, but he is so little, why would dogs do this?” 

Jean howls loud and than lowers his head down holding on to the shoulder of William. He might have been killed for being in this cabin. wrong place wrong time. We might never know but will give him a proper grave her in the woods. Protecting a hope makes him r her a hero.”