Intersexion

It was a dream fully realized that was lived richly, hungrily, until its inevitable end. Tension pressed inward, movement tethered and restrained, the spirit strained through a fine and unforgiving sieve until longing gently unfastened the chaste. And there, at the threshold between ache and awakening, the beautiful Being discovered the key at last: unlocking the cage not by force, but by will alone, almost as if by magic. Unmade by love, released from devotion, this beautiful being gathers back every trembling thing once given. Two bodies loosen from the heat of becoming One, separation sliding slowly like silk from bare skin— aching, tender, as the body slowly remembers its own name.

locked away in a gilded cage is a being of such Beauty that whenever eyes are laid upon this creature, they cannot tell if it is real or if it is a dream. No one can believe that such a thing can be held aloft in such a device of shining silver and gold, yet it is, and meant for only the strongest among them.  Made of love and trained to serve,  this being gives everything that is good  to  a Master of fate and desire,  into a f ulcrum of Love,  a  union of two into One.

I I wished and asked and here You are to a little leprechaun I told my heart's secret he pointed his gold in our direction these waterfalls of affection pour from our wellspring it is  never-ending II all I ever want is to please  give you the world have you live at ease exist in your kingdom devoted exultations and prayers delivered on bended knees III my fruit I lay in front of you devour me entirely you know my flesh is sweet, the Tree of Knowledge I hang from pluck the morsels until your basket is full and make a dish of delights from these spoils and live in Love which is rightfully  Yours

I know that I wield a heat that burns hot and bright, only those who have held fire in the palm of their hands will know that they can stand the heat of my flame If I am aimed in your direction, know that you are one of the strongest of men You can stand the blaze, and you are made greater by it.

oh Master what masterpieces will You paint using Your brushes which tickle and prick on the strokes You choose what shades of red and brown, purple and black will splay across the golden caramel canvas that lays obediently taught yet slack before You oh Master what shapes will appear, what messages will be relayed, what joys will be displayed, that Your artistry commands from its praise for the masterpiece You craft, shape, and devise to bring pleasure to the mind upon those secret set of eyes _____ Magic exists in the stroke that is also where Heaven is found  in the bend of Your wrists, in the twist of the brush And the canvas is Yours to command as You wish, a display of Your power a kind of Love that  becomes  Bliss

the ghosts of my past tell me to not let go of them they nudge, they prod, they pull me into memories that are warm and welcoming, that leave bitter thoughts that I'd rather not have linger the spirits in the wind tell me to move forward they push, they urge, they move me to new territories that are full and present, that leave sweet longings that I can't even count on my ten fingers I never thought I'd get another chance until I found you  you open me up to wide avenues of  spirit, of Love because it is You, there is no other place I choose to be   Salamat mahal ko, inilatag kita sa bawat hibla ng aking pagkatao, mahal kita sa buong puso ko

I kneel before you and open my Self wide You give me your Water, and I drink from the fountain of Pleasure

On Oct 4, 2014 5:29 AM, "XX" wrote: Holy fuck I miss u When do you get in my love? Sent from my iPhone On Oct 4, 2014, at 8:45 AM,” Mx Amoureaux” wrote: >I'm home darling xx I got in last night. I came back early from my trip to see you... *sent from Outer Space* On Oct 4, 2014 6:04 AM, "XX" wrote: Gosh I didn't know u came back early for me. Compounds my sadness and longing for u my love.   I had to fly early this morn to see my daughter for a few days. Back Thursday. Really really kills me I won't see u til then. Had no choice. Have to go to a school event and my work ended Thursday and begins else where on or around the 12th. Will be back Thursday and will hold you closer than I ever have before.   Unless u can come to NYC baby but I highly doubt u can so quickly. Wish u could be in NYC or close to me. In my apt. Or in your hotel. Waiting for me.   I almost didn't go so I could see u a...

I miss you. Do you think about what we had like I do?  We were perfect together.  I am forever thinking about you, those wonderful times. Let's build a time machine and go back, what do you say?  I would turn back time just to feel you again, like before.  Like I still do.

Pappahoggies,   Please excuse me for sending you an email message, but for the strangest happenstance, I don't have any of your personal contact info on my current device; I would have just texted. And, as you know, I am not on social media so I couldn't just send you a FB message. Oh, this modern world.   I was just thinking about you this evening. Thinking of you in that deep way one sometimes does. Well, not "one" but me. I have so many fond memories of you. I am still in such amazement that you and I became friends, in that magical way that we came together. As simple as it was, there was indeed magic there. I am still touched by it. And oh how quickly our lives aligned with each other and we began creating memories that when we think back on them, as time moves forward, they are part of our youth. I am still moved by it.   We were there for each other in some dire times, and we were there for each other in some bright times, too. We were a part of eac...

The questionable experience of lust of the flesh is one that leaps from the longing for another's energy. This is a fleeting reach for it is temporary and is futile to give into it, you can't ever win, you can't get satisfaction. What you touch doesn't last long. It is never yours to claim. It is a false and sad replacement for the lasting endurance of Love.

On Aug 9, 2015, at 9:29 AM, "Mx Amoureaux" wrote: Oh how lovely it would be to sneak under your covers and give you a deep wet kiss and taste the droplets of salty sweetness that escape from you when I come up for air. You’re the most delicious thing to me. Miss you. Need you. So in love with you. Xox On Aug 9, 2015 9:35 AM, "XX" wrote: Will u do that to me soon baby? On Aug 9, 2015, at 9:38 AM, “Mx Amoureaux” wrote: Absolutely yes. I'd do that to you every morning. On Aug 9, 2015 9:42 AM, "XX" wrote: Mmmmm fuck. Want that so badly On Aug 9, 2015, at 10:11 AM, "Mx Amoureaux" wrote: And I want to do that to you, so badly and often. But you have to promise that we’ll sit quietly afterward reading the Sunday Times and I get the Arts section first ;) On Aug 9, 2015 at 10:21 AM “XX” wrote: I promise

I     I must seem like a tyrant when it comes to Love, not sure if I want it or not, I push away when it comes time to pull in, always doing things to fail myself from falling deep again,  all the while wishing for the things I felt and have lost along the way.  I call my guards up and begin to wage war against these things because of and in the name of Love. I do this to heal the hurt and pain that falling deep into Love has left me.  Self-inflicted, self-vindicated, is it real pleasure or real pain?  The wages of battle are surely ache and loss, a price I don't want to be obliged to pay. II I give my body away like it were a worthless coin, trying to forget that the truth is ,    I am a precious jewel, a rare delight. I urge the soldier of my own choosing to go deeper, into the place that only I know, to leave his essence to fill me up where I feel empty,  to leave a Light on inside  so that I don't g...

Topic: Car Sex--Uber Fuck?  Question: Have you been fucked by an Uber driver or similar situation? (SL in London, UK) I seem to have no problem with getting "car action"--- In NYC I have a limo driver I directly hire and whom I suck/fuck when I'm in town. We met when I needed a driver to take me home one night seven years ago from a posh industry party in Manhattan to my apartment in Brooklyn Heights which is some distance...lots of innuendo in our conversation led to him pulling right in front of my building and getting into the backseat with me so I can "relieve his stress" with my mouth that first ride. I swallowed every drop! He didn't charge me and gave me his cell number "for the next time I needed a ride". I've been using it ever since! He drives me all over NYC, to/from area airports, even picking me up from the Hamptons once (I had to let him fuck me on the way back into the city and again on the sofa in my apartment while watchi...

Topic: Sexual Positions--Doggy:  On All Fours, Knees Together or Apart ? Question: D o you do doggy style with your knees open or together? Or do you let him decide? Open lets him stand directly behind you with his legs together. Knees together lets him stand directly behind you with your feet between his slightly spread legs. Feedback? Am I the only one who thinks about crazy shit like this? (TM in FL) I've never given this particular position (all 4's, knees together) much thought but now that you bring it to my attention, I find that I'm often in this position when being taken doggy--perhaps because I'm a smaller build (5'9", 130#) it is easier for my Lover to naturally place me in this position, and yes, it is more "feminine" which is also why I'm taken this way when in doggy (most all of my regular Lovers are heterosexually-identified). My own little quirk to this is, so that I have more stability, I always cross my feet over each ot...

I want to write down my feelings and tell you how you make me feel, tomes of hefty works filled with words When we get together I fall silent, all of those words escape me I let my body do the talking and express my feelings It is the secret language we speak to each other There is no need for translation, All meaning is understood

I have set myself on a course of real liberation. I feel the new freedom moving through me. It feels great and energizing. I realize the more you peel away layers of whatever protective shell you cover yourself with and remove them, the only thing you become is your true Self. I used to think that peeling away these layers leads to Nothing because I felt nothing at the core. This was a fabrication made up by Fear. I know now I was sorely mistaken. What you become is quite distinct--you become integrated with your Self and with the Highest, which is to become Everything. And to be everything...that is beautiful.

R, I haven’t heard from you for quite a few days now and just wanted to make sure that you are faring well and making strides in your progress. I was left with the impression that we would at least talk and get some truths out into the space between us so they can dissipate into the ether and we could move forward/onward but it appears perhaps this isn’t going to happen. Perhaps for you leaving silently is the best way to go. I can respect that… I want to thank you for the time you shared and spent with me and I will always be honored to know a part of the real you. I really grew fond of you these three years and I only ever wanted to give you the pure freedom of pleasure that I know you need and deserve. I thank you for allowing me to simply feel , especially at a time for me when I didn’t think I could or wanted to. I thank you for sharing with me the sweetness that I have always felt and seen in you. These are but a few of the gifts you have given me and that I will al...

Thinking very deeply of you…I’m sad at how much distance is between us, I'm happy that I feel as deeply as I do about you. I long for you in ways deep and subtle. I wish you were more free to come appear at my door and hold me in your arms. You’re unlike anyone I have ever known. I often wonder what lies deep within you, what valleys the streaming feelings you have about me have carved into your inner world, if our rivers simply cross or our waters converge…I miss you.

My Love, We come to this juncture, where our streams flow into other tides. The undercurrent pulls us into new and different directions.  Quietly still on the surface, all the movement happens below the surface and in the undertow. There is no fog ahead, there are no storms on the horizon.  Because I have known you and loved you down to my very core, there are only clear travels I will sail forward on, riding the winds of Freedom.  -M July 9, 2015