ChocAnilla Lounge - sexual.Black-&-White.pictures

Sometimes I feel a strong urge to reveal my identity here at the Lounge. I’m not sure what actually inspires these moments of insanity. Maybe it’s my inner desire to be known. Here is where I could acquire my 15 minutes and, like so many of my fellow bloggers, maybe I’m driven by an innate longing to be famous. Maybe it’s because I’m tired of altering some of the beautiful compositions of C’s images. While I’m mostly happy with the results when I do have to edit a picture to preserve our anonymity, there are times when I’d much prefer to leave the shot as C originally envisioned it. And although he now shoots with an eye for disguising our identities, sometimes he frames shots so that it would be very easy for anyone who knows us to recognize me or us. Maybe it would be a good jolt of java to some of the prudish, hypocritical people we know. Imagine the shock on some faces (I can think of one in particular) at seeing the freakiness that occurs between me and my partner, the unbridled exchange of passion as we suck and fuck and photograph our love play. Not that I think there’s anything particularly unique about our sex life, (with the exception of the high quality pictorial depictions of our most intimate acts), but I imagine those who downplay the pleasures of sex and a good old fashioned fuck, or those who may not be as comfortable as we are with an open and engaging sex life, for example, might be chagrined/offended/shocked to know that this is what we do and they dare not. Some seem to think that I’m some sort of angel who doesn’t love the taste of salty semen on my tongue or a hard cock sliding slowly up my moist love canal. Maybe I’ll share our secret with the one office big mouth who I know wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to tell a couple of her friends who in turn would be sure to tell two more and so on. Maybe I’ll post a picture with my face clearly visible and then anonymously e-mail the link to some of these people. Maybe…

I just read a post over at Always Aroused Girl that made me contemplate what it would be like to gag at the mere thought of sucking C’s chocolate log. (Yay. I finally got it right the first time. C will be proud.) I had to immediately make a Native Spices post to reassure myself. Imagine! Then there would be no ChocAnilla Lounge (CAL).

Today I bare to you my heart-shaped honey pot. For me it’s not just romantic love that’s being celebrated, but love of life & living and all that is good about the world we live in, especially sex! I wonder how many babies will be made today?

A V-Day poem C wrote to me early in our relationship:

To Kiss You There

What is your texture
What is your taste
What does it feel like
In your private place
How curly is the cover
How tight is your space
How would you react
If I buried my face
What would you do
If I were to kiss
Your sweet, tender center
And bring you true bliss
If my tongue were to tickle
Your private treasure
If I erased inhibitions
And introduced you to pleasure
Would you be able to handle
The joy you would get
If I first made it moist
And then made you wet
Would you be grateful
To travel along a road
Where at first you shiver
And then you explode
How much could you handle
How much could you bear
If I slipped pass defenses
To kiss you down there?

…my beautiful pussy. Which is a wonder after the drubbing that C put on me at the beginning of the week. When the horny dust has been sprinkled on me, I’m unstoppable.

What’s the best way to beat the Monday Morning blues? Sunday night nookie! A good, talk-about-it-for-days-to-come fuck on Sunday night has a way of keeping me distracted at the beginning of the work week. You know the kind where you daydream and probably smile like a silly schoolgirl even in the midst of important meetings and during interaction with your co-workers? Where you have the kind of glow that just invites either subtle come-ons or poorly veiled envy/jealousy from your higher-ups, and stifled longing from men you supervise? Yeah, that does it for me every time.

A(ss) conversation:

S: “This towel makes my butt look big.”

C: “Cool. Let’s fuck.”

Is there a strawberry flavor?

There is now. No microwave necessary.

C says he needs to invest in a waterproof camera.

This e-mail preceded the one below by a few days. This was in the middle of August. It is blissful to pore over these when I’m filled with longing.

C writes

Subject:My bark is drier than my branch…
Body:
Hello Engaging Blossom.

I didn’t get a chance to contact you today; it was a
bit hectic all day. Nonetheless, I hope you were able
to enjoy your day and stay hydrated despite the heat.
(That is to say, I hope your petals were moist.;-)
This is my new name for the
artist who explores things erotic, such as you and
your sexy self. I hope I get a chance to chat with you
tomorrow. Until then, stay cool.

Needless to say, I masturbated in my hotel room that night.

Here’s something from some time ago:

C writes

Subject:Welcome back…

Body:

Another day of simple PLEASURE hanging with you. It’s
amazing how enjoyable a day like today can be. Maybe
it’s the ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’ thing.
You think? It feels good to have you back and fun to
share your energy, sexual and otherwise. Here are some
of your “faves” to add to your gallery. I look forward
to sharing more of this ART with you soon.

This was actually written and sent on the night of our re-unification after a trip I took. I was sleeping at the time. Sometimes C can be such a Romantic man. Sigh…