Sunday, July 24, 2011

Sex and Love

Sex and Love

Being raised in the South, I have been steeped in old southern values. Some of them I find charming. Some of them I find quite annoying. There is one that I find completely antiquated in this day and age. It is the value of the “Good Girl.”
The “Good Girl” is what our female support group tells us we must be in order for people to enjoy our company. It is the essential element in getting and receiving affection from the proper man, as well.  It is also, in my opinion a one sided, barbaric way of thinking.
For those of you who are reading this and do not understand the “Southern Good Girl” rule of living it goes something like this: if you are a well raised woman, you have been told since you were in utero,  that your most precious commodity is your sexuality.  So as a woman of the South you are taught to use sex as a weapon, as a bribe, as a device, as a safety net, also as a source of steady income from one worthy man.
Women are ridiculed by the elder women of their southern social tribes for being too “easy.” Women are called “whores” and “sluts” by their peers for being overtly sexual. Sometimes, even for the simple acknowledgement of the enjoyment of sex can bring about a tirade of judgment, both internally and externally. This however is a double edged sword, because if you find only one man and stay with him forever, you can enjoy that one sexual experience as much as you want and talk about it frequently. That is optimal in the southern lady’s circle.
So in order to justify why we have pleasure in sex we add a stipulation onto it; love. There you have it, the basis of all ridiculous relationship problems and the main reason for an ever increasing divorce rate.
So allow me to clarify the meanings and differences of sex and love. 
I will start with sex because it is easier to explain. Sex is a physical gratification and a basic need. It has the ability to make you feel a flood of endorphins if preformed with the proper technique. It has the ability to be as exciting as making a grocery list if done with the improper technique.
Sex is an intimate moment of physical pleasure shared by two people. It is much like a roller coaster ride, thrilling and exhilarating, with a lot of screaming and fast up and down motions.  It does not matter if you love that person or not. That factor has no bearing on how pleasurable the experience can physically be. (I know a lot of you are saying “Sex is so much better when you love the other person.” I am going to address that in a moment.)
 However, sex does require a certain amount of trust, because for sex to be enjoyed by a women she needs to be relaxed. Men, I am about to let you in on a fantastic secret, if you want the best sex ever, let the woman you are with know that even her imperfections are sexy to you.  Are better yet, don’t even notice any imperfections. Just keep your eyes on the prize, which is some hot, wild, possibly freaky sex.
Here is the sad truth, as women we have been told that our physical beauty validates us, not our charm or warmth. We are bombarded with photos of the perfect female form, luscious lashes, long legs and bobbling breast. Of course the media fuels these images because capitalism fuels the media. So we go out and buy the things displayed next to the image of the beautiful woman (the purse, the diet pills, the workout tape, the car) so that we can be beautiful as well. The media knows that the majority of people are just normal looking, but everyone, especially women, are trying to be something better, something more exciting, something special, something noticed. We all want to be flawless diamonds so we can receive flawless diamonds. We outsource our confidence. We equate the value of our worth with the value of our possessions.
Do we know that it is a shallow endeavor? Sometimes, yes. Still, it is so deeply ingrained in our upbringing that it is hard to see the truth. Also ingrained in our upbringing is the idea that we must be in love with someone or in a relationship with them before we give up the prize.
I think this idea causes a lot of unhappiness. I can be physically attracted to a man and not even want to talk to him. It is chemical and physical and has absolutely nothing at all to do with love. But it has to be justified or else we are considered whores. (REALLY? I think this idea was thought up by very ugly women who needed a devise to level the playing field.)
This causes the games to begin. Many doomed relationships start with this tired idea. A courtship begins because the woman must allow it before she can give up the prize. Most men have accepted that this is part of the hunt, so they play along. The longer the woman holds out on the gratification the more entangled the man must get in order to acquire the promised prize. Once the prize has been acquired several things can happen in this scenario.
1.)    Both parties can enjoy the act of sex and then a mutual alliance is formed. The sex continues and love may or may not occur. This is the optimal outcome of a sexual encounter and is most logical.
2.)    The woman can enjoy the sex and the man cannot. At this point, he must decide whether he can get good sex somewhere else. If he can, he will leave the scene and be called a bastard for the rest of his days. If he cannot, he must decide whether he would rather have bad sex or no sex.  A man will almost always opt for bad sex over no sex in hopes that training can occur. The woman will lower her standards and make many excuses for the man in this situation.
3.)    The man can enjoy it and the woman can hate it. It which case, the play gets very complicated. If she dumps the man right away, people will say she is a strumpet. So she must perform the act of sex until she finds an acceptable excuse to blame him for her leaving the relationship. Now, this makes absolutely no logical sense but follow the train of thought.  If she sleeps with him and leaves, she is a bad girl. If she sleeps him and stays until he does something stupid then leaves, he was just asking for it. And then he is deemed not worthy of her affection anymore because he is a complete a**hole. All of her friends will then turn against him, because if he is not worthy of a friend’s love then he is not worthy of theirs’ (also they all secretly know, the sooner the break up after the sex, the worst the sex.)
4.)    The fourth scenario is even weirder. This is where the man has enjoyed the sex a lot, but doesn’t really like the girl. The girl has enjoyed the sex A LOT, and then has convinced herself that she is in love with the man. Great sex will make you act like a nut if you have never had it before. In this case, the girl turns into a complete psychotic bitch in the pursuit of keeping the great sex. This is also where a girl finds out who are her true friends; because women secretly know that if you are acting a fool over a man then that is some good sex. And good man is hard to find and a hard man id good to find. The man will put up with the craziness because crazy bitches put an incredible amount of energy in keeping their man. (Great sex!)  
Now let us discuss how love factors in to the equation.
Love is a different creature. Love can be expressed physically but can only be felt in a spiritual way. Note, I said spiritual and not mental. If you find that love is a mental feeling then you are not in love; you are convincing yourself to love.
Love is an abstract idea, and so very hard to define. It is the connection of souls. It is the conception of art. It is a feeling of lightness and joy. It is an electrical touch. Love endures all things. So, even if someone hurts you, if you truly loved them it will be forgiven, eventually. It may not be forgotten nor allowed to happen again, but you will find after the initial hurt that the love is still there.
When you truly love you cannot find a reason to leave. You look for reasons to stay. When you truly love the opinions of others outside of your love do not matter. You will disconnect from friends and family in the face of ridicule for your love.
Yes, love shown through the act of sex is incredible. It is be like no other sexual experience. It is the tangling of bodies and the mingling of souls. It is the sweetest, most passionate moment of existence. It is addictive.
Love never has to be forced. I never hear people that are truly in love file thru the list of why they have to love the other person. They never say, “Oh well, he is a good provider, he is handsome, and he is an animal lover…” You know why you never hear them go through the list? Because they don’t have to justify the reason they love that person. They just do and that is enough. It is a beautiful thing.
Love can exist without sex. I have been in sexless love relationships with men before. I still love them. I think of them often. No matter the circumstance, the thought of them always makes me smile, even if it is sometimes swirled with a twinge of pain and loneliness.
So now, that I have brought to your attention the difference between love and sex and the games that are played in the face of social acceptance, can you see why so many relationships are in turmoil?
All I can say is stop it! If you are a grown woman go out and have sex with whomever you feel like. Keep it discreet if you are worried about being called a slut and if you are not then go for it. Have fun. Do not worry about the rules that old ugly women made in order to level the playing field. You are only going to be young and in this body for a short time, have fun with it. And during the journey, I hope you find love.
And for you young or old ugly women out there that are calling names and judging people, you can just stop it. We are on to your game. We know that you are eaten up with insecurity. Don’t be. Confidence is sexy and true love is blind. Join us and you may have some fun.

Monday, March 28, 2011

An excerpt for your Pleasure!

The Seduction of the Secret Queen   *(By Valkyrie Morgan)
    
       “We have got to find something for you to wear.” she said.

        Gwalain followed behind her looking down at her pretty petite body and grinning.
        “Here, you sit down on the bed.” Janie told him.

         She watched lustfully as he propped himself on one arm across her queen bed. He was absolutely delicious with his taunt golden body and long legs. He was more handsome in real life than he had been in her dreams. His eyes were a combination of green, gray and blue. They looked like magic. She felt a surge of heat and wave of wetness between her legs.She forced herself to turn away from him toward the dresser. She needed to find him so clothes to wear. He had to have some clothes.

        “I know that my cousin’s pants will probably fit you. You’re not the same build but sweats are pretty generic.”

        He watched as she bent over in front of the dresser. Her night gown rose to expose lacy, pink boy short panties. He felt his cock stiffen.

        “I know they have to be in here somewhere.” she said fumbling through the drawer.

        He eased his hand down and grasped the shaft of his now hardened cock and began to stroke it. He wanted her and he knew from the dreams she wanted him. He moved with sinister ease, from the bed, up behind her. She jumped as she felt the warmth and hardness against her heart shaped ass. She lifted her head and began to turn around but he ran his hand up the back of her neck,grasping her hair and pulled it back hard. Their eyes caught in the mirror.

        “I want you.” He said.

        Janie’s pussy throbbed at the animalistic tone of his voice, and at his words.

        “ I know you want me, too.”

        She had wanted him for as long as she could remember. She could not believe he was really here. Alive!

        She would never just jump in the bed with some man she had just met but she had known this man through a hundred lifetimes. Besides, he may disappear as quickly as he had appeared. She wasn't going to miss the chance.

        She yielded to him with a slight nod. He pulled her head back to the side so that he could taste her lips. She explored his mouth with her tongue as his hands found her small teardrop shaped breast. He could feel her heat on his thigh through the lace material of the panties.  He threw his head back and growled. He had waited through oceans of time to have her, he didn’t want to rush it but his whole body ached with desire. He pulled the white cotton gown up over her head and stared at the petite beauty in the mirror. For a moment he was afraid that he may be too much for her. He looked like a giant next to her but then that thought made him even harder. He knew that he would fill her up completely and although he didn’t want to hurt her, he wanted to feel her wet tightness squeezing down on him.

        Janie was almost breathless. This beautiful man of her dreams was here in real life about to fuck her senseless. She didn’t want to wait. She didn’t want him to make love to her. She wanted him to fuck her. And then fuck her some more. She caught his gaze in the mirror and gave him a sly smile and a raised eyebrow as if to say “What are you waiting for?” He took that as his cue. He pulled her panties down and reached around her waist. He ran his fingers between her lips to feel the slippery wetness. He began rubbing her clit in a circular motion. She braced herself against the dresser.

        Gwalain held the head of his cock poised at the wet opening. He waited in blissful anticipation feeling her pulse pounding.

        Janie tried to back up to him but he placed his free hand between her shoulder blades and pinned her against the dresser.  The control he had over her just made it more enticing. He stared in her eyes from the mirror, a slight smile curled at the corner of his lips then he drove his cock deep inside her. He watched as her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. He wanted to come immediately but it was more important to make Janie enjoy it. He wanted to impress his Queen. He had thought of making love to her a million times. It was going to be the best she ever had.

        Janie couldn’t believe how good it felt for him to be inside of her. Her pussy ached and her clit throbbed as he rubbed it quickly. She was thrusting her pelvis against him in seductive rhythm. She felt her entire body tighten. A bead of sweat ran down her neck. Her cunt clenched Gwalain’s cock so tightly he almost screamed. Then a boiling hot gush released from her pussy and washed over his shaft. She let out a moan as she threw her head back.

        “That"s right, my queen.” Gwalain encouraged.

        He pulled  out of her and picked her up into his arms. He placed her down gently onto the bed.
        “I want to taste you.” His warm breath tickling her neck as he whispered in her ear.
        Janie was still reeling from the first round, she wasn’t sure she could take another.

        Gwalain got on his knees and bent over her. He kissed her hard as he grabbed her breast roughly. He then kissed her neck and nipped at her nipples.

        Janie squealed with pleasure. He ran his tongue across her taunt belly and down between her legs. He licked her fast and steady.

        “You taste wonderful.” He told her looking up smiling.

        “That feels wonderful.” She answered as she pushed his head back down.

          He took her in his mouth and began sucking  and licking as he ran his fingers inside of her. He felt her clench on to his fingers he knew she was about to come again. His cock tightened. Her pussy began to spasm around his fingers. He quickly moved above her and slid his stone hard cock into her wetness. Janie let out a scream of ecstasy. He drove himself into her faster. He felt his groin tighten. Gwalain exploded against the mouth of her womb. He wanted to cry it felt so wonderful. Time had stopped and for a moment he was certain he was back in the dream. Janie wrapped her arms tight around his neck. She gave him a long deep kiss. She could taste herself on him and she loved it.

Valkyrie Morgan

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