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Falling asleep

Yesterday we went for dinner, Little A. , Princess and me and it was a wonderful evening.
We ate mussels in the exquisite “Rooden Hoed“, a well know bistro in Antwerp.

Mussels

After our delicious meal I took the girls for some sightseeing like the pedestrians tunnel under the river Scheldt leading to Antwerp Left Bank where we finished our evening at an overcrowded Salsa event. We didn’t dance though.

Pedestrian tunnel

Back home Little A., exhausted, went right to bed and Princess enjoyed a bath while I checked my stats on WordPress.com.

We went to bed and I lay on my back, naked and I pulled Princess on me, her back on my torso, spreading her legs with my knees, one arm over her chest, just beneath her throat, pulling her down against me and letting her almost no room to move.

She quivered when I started caressing her with the tip of my fingers in an ever so gentle touch.

Sliding down over her throat, her sides where she is so sensible, down over her hip, and up again, over her inner thigh and groin and over her stomach and further, between her breasts, then the shoulder and arm, ending at her wrist.
Soon goose bumps appeared and Princess whispered, with that soft and sexy voice of hers, how intense it felt and how much she loved me.

I repeated the patting, stroking other parts of her skin with some fur.
“Oh my,” Princess sighed and gazed at me, eyes incredible deep pools of pure love.

Deliberately I did not touch her breasts or nipples but in stead nibbled softly at her earlobe, a very sensitive spot of hers I discovered only a few days ago.
I played with her clit, Princess was very wet, playing and teasing, mirroring my movements with my teeth in her earlobe.
Princess arched her back, sighed and just before she closed them I noticed her eyes cloud.
She was so ready to embrace an orgasm so I stopped moving my fingers and went back to stroking her most sensitive spots like the inner side of her wrists, thighs, groin and sides just beneath the ribs.

“Mmmm,” Princess moaned, her face showing absolute satisfaction.
Started massaging her warm and wet sweet spot again, stopping just seconds before Princess climaxed, going back to gentle stroking.

Repeated this process over and over and then Princess groaned it was sheer torture.
I smiled and continued caressing her, pushing her to and pulling her back from release I knew she was now craving for.

“Please Milord, let me come, I can’t stand it anymore. Please?” Princess begged.
I went on with my sweet torture.
“Please Milord, I’ll do everything for You, I promise I will. I beg You, let me come. Please? This torture is maddening, I can’t…”
I gave her two short slaps with a wooden spoon on her mons pubis and then circled my thumb gently over her burning sex.
Princess screamed when she finally found the release she was longing for, her body convulsing, her beautiful eyes filled with tears and whispering “I love you… I love you…” repeating it as a mantra, ejaculating on my belly.

She shifted her body so she could snuggle against me, her warm skin against mine and I held her, comforting her while her rapid breathing and increased heart beat slowly calmed down.

I guess we simply drifted away walking up the next morning still holding each other.

“Good morning, my love,” I whispered.
“Good morning to you too,” she smiled.

It was so moving looking at her lovely face and body, softly illuminated by rays of early morning light peeking through the curtains of our bedroom.
Then I cried as I still can’t grasp how happy Princess makes me, how my life has become so intense.

Another seed pod

Thoughts – July 18th, 2013 #ASMSG

This afternoon I played mini golf with Little A. and we had tons of fun. It was hot though on this open terrain, no shadows, no wind and the sun relentlessly burning. It was at least 32°C (some 90° F) and after a few minutes I was soaking wet, sweating like a pig.

Playing mini golf

I was happy my back didn’t hurt that much anymore but bending over and picking up the golf ball wasn’t easy and now, sitting at my desk, I feel a throbbing pain in my lower back and my right hip. Nothing some Ibuprofen based drug can’t coop with.

Last Friday, at the Cohi Bar where we take our Salsa lessons, Princess pointed at a small chest-of-drawers tucked away in a corner and told me she liked it. Indeed, it was elegant and nicely sculptured without being to over the top and the owners had painted it in dark red.

I suddenly got an idea but kept it to myself.

Yesterday I visited a local second-hand store where I’ve found some candle holders in the past and I had my mind set on some more. I am a sucker for candlelight ever since I saw Barry Lyndon, the 1975 movie by Stanley Kubrick. The salon scenes only illuminated by candles were so beautiful and so soft and so damn romantic. Hell, I was 16 and eagerly waiting for Her to come. Little did I know I would have to wait another 36 years before Princess finally appeared in my life.
Trust me, it was worth waiting, oh yes it was!

I did find some candle holders I knew also would please Princess and then, in one of the corridors I saw IT.

The small chest-of-drawers was tucked away between some bigger ones and it drew my eye immediately although not old or antique.

I made a photo with my smart phone and showed it that same evening to Princess and asked if she liked it and if it would fit in her room in a far and distant future, when I would finally move in with her.
She nodded in an affirmative way.
“What are you going to do with it?” she asked.
I smiled because I knew what I wanted since she pointed out the cabinet in the Cohi Bar.

“You know, Princess, I am keeping all our toys in a few black boxes. It would be great having this to store them in a better and more accessible way. A drawer for each type of toy, you know rope, pinch stuff, paddles and floggers.”

She smiled and I knew she loved the idea.
“You have a devious mind, Milord,” she told me.
Princess knows me so well.

So after we played mini golf I took Little A. to the second-hand shop and acquired the chest-of-drawers. Little A. didn’t say much except pointing out she didn’t like it and she did not want me to buy old stuff for the living room.

Chest-of-drawers

Fatherly I patted her on the shoulder and assured her it would not be the case and added it was for Princess’ and my bedroom.
“Okay,” she pouted and that was it.
Little A. did well on her exams and ever since a new add-on to the Sims 3 came out, it is called Exotic Island, she hasn’t stopped reminding me it is available on the market.

So after I got the cabinet I took her to a toy-store and even when I halted in front of the computer games Little A. was not aware of my intentions.

“Fuck,” I told her, “I need something to unwind, nerves you know, I need some intense computer game.”

Little A. looked at me in disbelief. She has never seen me play a single game on a computer. It is something I don’t do, I don’t like and I hate. It is a useless way to spend your time.

In a provocative way I pointed at some war games and asked my daughter if she thought they where violent and bloody enough to entertain me.
The poor thing shrugged her shoulders telling me she had no idea.

“Holy guacamole,” I suddenly yelled, “fuck, I want THIS game!” pointing at a certain The Sims extension pack.
“Do you think this is any good for your old man?” I asked.
Little A. beamed at me, didn’t know what to say, hugged me and thanked me a zillion times.

It feels so good, so wonderful making her happy, as it is so incredible doing the same to Princess.

Back home I managed moving the cabinet from my car’s trunk to the second floor where I live using the staircase because there is no lift.
Put it in my/our room and decorated it with two candles and a bowl.
Yes, an antique porcelain and stamped bowl.
One that has a story attached to it.

Musings – July 13th, 2013 #ASMSG

It’s almost 10 o’clock on this sunny Saturday. Princess left about half an hour ago and I already miss her.

We had a wonderful evening and went dancing. During the holidays Friday is our weekly review training before we move up to group 3 in September. I think we are doing okay, we control the movements but we, well, mostly me, need to work on elegance and refinement and, me, learning to lead better.

Princess in particular loved the instrumental “This is not a tango” performed by The Juju Orchestra very much and I’m including the clip in this post.
Enjoy my dear.

It is a particular style of Salsa we are learning and maybe after we finished group 3 we will move on to another dance school and learn the much more sensual L.A. Style Salsa.

It is the first day of my holiday. Tomorrow I’m picking up Little A. who spent the last 10 days in Italy on summer camp. She will be staying with me for the next 2 weeks and I’m really excited having her with me.

Last Wednesday Princess and I played and it was extremely intense for both of us and in the end Princess was really blown away to some far away planet. Princess is a good girl, giving it all, without boundaries and shamelessly begging for more and more.

I am very concentrated when we play but this time I took some time to make a few photographs. Mainly for our book of memories but we selected some for this blog.
As I intend to write about last Wednesday, I’ll use one of the images for that future post.
A second photograph, this one, is for the About page too.

I’m off now, for a walk in the nearby woods and arboretum, to think about scenarios, Princess wants to play this evening, and to make some photographs so I can post some on my photography blog.

Princess

Thoughts – June 24th, 2013

I am enjoying a day off at work. Little A. arrived on Friday and is staying till Thursday. We are due at her school at 17:00 sharp that day to discuss her school report. I’m pretty sure I will be proud of my daughter. After that I’ll be doing the same with Big A. at her school and I hope I will be proud of her too.

While I am writing this I’m listening to a rather profound piece of music. It is called The Host of Seraphim, performed by Dead Can Dance. I will associate this for the rest of my life with the ending of the movie “The Mist” when choices must be made and, well…
When we saw these final images, this grand music to go along with it, Big A. and I a few years ago, we felt as if an invisible hand dropped ice water along our spines. For minutes after The End had vanished from the screen we remained speechless, touched and completely blow away.
Wow, what a story and boy what an ending!
(mental note: I must see this movie with Princess)

The weekend was once again freaking awesome and wonderful.
Princess and I went to our dance course and stayed for a few more hours more practicing. We take lessons in a very classy Salsa Bar with a real wooden floor.
Then we got tired and all sweaty and we just sat down and observed our surroundings, absorbing the music and drinking our beers. Desperados if you want to know, wondering if we ever drink anything else than exquisite Bin 50 Shiraz.

When Little A. is staying at my place we tend to be very careful, Princess and I. Walls are thin and at night sounds seem to carry a long way and the slap of my hand on Princess’ delicious behind becomes like a gun shot, resonating for what seems hours.
I took a quick shower and when I entered the bedroom Princess was lying on her belly on the bed, texting one of her kids. What a sight, Princess’ beautifully curved ass, the pale skin, so soft and warm and responsive to even the slightest of my touches.

I kissed her buttocks and because I wasn’t allowed spanking, the noise, remember, I did to Princess what she loves and craves on and something new I recently discovered she lusts for.
I sunk my teeth in her warm flesh and it is so effective as Princess becomes wet instantly. This does not produce any noise, anyway, not from me that is, but from the corner of my eye I saw Princess pushing her fist in her mouth while I bit her over her behind.
After a while I found it was time for some more serious stuff so I turned Princess over and spread her legs.
She is delicious and open and wet and I love licking her juices, making her cum.
This time I added some biting too, her inner thighs, labia and, more gently, her clit.
Princess moaned, sighed, enjoyed and did her best to make as less noise as possible. She can be brave and a good girl too.

I had hidden a wooden spoon under my cushion and when Princess least expected it I slapped her clit with it. Once. Twice.
A third time.
Rubbed her clit to make up for the pain.
Hit it again in a quick sequence, like a firing tommy gun.

“Cum,” I ordered.
Princes groaned and pleasured me, ejaculating elaborately.

Did I mention Princess is a good girl?
She ejaculated a few more times for me and the next-to last one, and the last one, I had to ask if she was okay.
Princess had squirted in abundance, her hips shaking, goose bumps covering the bigger part of her skin and I her eyes I read a tale of infinite happiness.
She turned on her side, curled up, shaking, trembling, shivering; at the brink of crying as an emotional reaction.

I took Princess in my arms, covered us and switched off the light.
We slept and waking up next the her, omg, it is a present I’ll never get tired off.

Princess stayed overnight on Sunday too.

Of course we made love yesterday night and I did my best to keep it as vanilla as I could and Princess found it funny.
We made love for almost two hours and I did not pull her hair, pinch her in any way, slap her pussy or ass, scratch her or bite her lips or tongue.

Yes, we had plain vanilla sex and I had to concentrate for keep it that way. So many temptations I was able to bypass.

Did I like it?
Honestly?
Mmmm… just a little.

Seeds

Self analysis, an attempt

It has been bugging me ever since yesterday evening, Saturday 20th that is. Nothing in peculiar happened but it is how I felt that surprised me.

Princess and I follow Salsa dancing lessons and we attend them on Saturday evening. Yesterday there was no lesson scheduled but we just wanted to dance.

The Salsa bar is just around the corner where I live and when we arrived there was not that much of a crowd and we found a place near the dance floor.

The played a mix of disco and salsa and other stuff and I ordered two glasses of white wine. The bartender brought us our drinks and Princess looked at him and he caught her eye and he stumbled and the glasses fell and wine was spilled over the table. He mumbled some kind of excuse and we switched tables and he came back and cleaned everything up and after some time we finally got our drinks.
He said sorry once again and explained that he stumbled watching Princess and I found it hilarious, as our waiter was obvious very gay, even with a matching voice.

We danced and of course we are absolute beginners and I have trouble leading but after the second dance it went okay I think and I lead the love of my life and she responded well and I felt great dancing with Princess.

When we sat down I did not feel that great and uneasiness started creeping in my mind and body as I experienced the whole environment as very menacing.

Ever since I, a thirteen-year-old boy at that time, looked down, three floors high, on the street watching how my father was shoved in an ambulance, never to see him again, I suffer from separation anxiety.
Years later I experienced the pain, the hurt, the suffering, the unbelief when I discovered how my partner had opened her legs for another guy. It happened, as it seems now, every time, with every new relationship. And I know how cheesy this sounds but it was almost always one of my best friends.
As a result today I have no a male best friend, only vague contacts.
Stupid self-defense I guess and a matter of trust.
Hell, it took me years to trust a woman again and she too fucked it up to making me believe it is impossible for a damsel to be faithful to a man.

Then I met Princess and she is different and I trust her completely, I trust her with my life. Princess is an exceptional person.

I want to emphasize that I do not own Princess, she is a human being like me and free to go and to do as she pleases. I have no rights on her whatsoever and I respect her as a woman, as a person. No issues there.

One of the people in the Cohi Bar was disguised: a large and exaggerated Afro hairdo, red shirt with golden speckles and white elephant trousers. Huge black shades to go with.
Funny.

Princess and I danced some more and afterwards we sat down enjoying our drinks and then the unspeakable happened.
The disco guy came to our table and asked Princess if she wanted to dance with him then asking, politely, my permission.

A black veil of panic engulfed me; I felt like I was sitting on quicksand, my throat suddenly very dry and my stomach doing silly things. Sheer panic.

Of course I said yes, could I have reacted differently?
Could I have said…
” I know what you’re thinking. “Did he fire six shots or only five?” Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you’ve got to ask yourself one question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?”

LOL

I watched them dance and Princess did very well and I, well, I felt the urge to run to the bathroom and vomit. Of course I didn’t.

This Sunday, noon, I fried some mushrooms, added truffle oil and made some pasta and enjoyed my meal and washed it away with excellent Shiraz.
And I thought it over.
Was I jealous yesterday? Fuck no.
The only thing I know was that I felt extremely menaced and far from any comfort zone I feel okay in.

Still have to figure out why.

Of course I did not tell all this to Princess, I just wanted her to have a great time.
It is just an issue I need to get over.

Fried mushrooms

Thoughts – April 7th, 2013

13:00 PM this Sunday, April 7th.
The sun is shining and for the first time since long it isn’t freezing cold anymore, about 10° C (50° F) according to the thermometer on my terrace.
Blue sky and a few fluffy clouds and in the nearby trees I hear birds singing.

Today, 10 years ago, 10 Belgian Para commandos were brutally slaughtered, beaten to death, in Kigali. It is one of the horrible stories that happened during the Rwandan genocide killing about 800.000 Hutus and Tutsis.

Nick Cave is singing, Push The Sky Away is an awesome piece of work with beautiful little stories.

Yesterday in the early afternoon Princess and I fetched Stella and Star. When we arrived at the Mother/baby unit Stella was sitting there, reading a magazine, Star was lying next to her and when she saw me she smiled and blew some bubbles and made some joyful sounding noises.
I felt so happy and so moved, this little baby, 3 months old, recognizes me, or my voice and gives me such a broad and honest smile. Fucking awesome!
Stella was fired up, Princess had warned me for that, and she started talking about an apartment for hire she had seen.

I can understand that Stella is fed up with this Mother/child unit and that she wants to stand on her own feet. Unfortunately she isn’t ready to live alone, nor can she afford it. At the moment her only option is to come back home where she has her own room, an ideal starting point for a new life. She is on the waiting list for social housing but Stella is so eager to be on her own feet it is hard to talk with her, to make her understand it is not that easy.

On the way back home she was so excited, so nervous I had to stop at two occasions so Stella could jump out of the car to vomit.

Later that evening Princess came by as she always does on Saturday evening. We went to our dancing class and enjoyed it very much as we are getting better and better and I’m finally getting better in leading.

Princess and I grabbed a pita afterwards and then we went back home with the intention to play.
I opened a bottle of excellent Shiraz and Princess went for the billionth time that evening to the toilet. It was 21:30 or so.
“Strange,” Princess told me, “I needed to, but finally didn’t but it feels so painful, so irritating.”
“Hmmm,” I said, “sounds like cystitis. Did you have this same feeling yesterday?”
She nodded in confirmation.
“Let’s get you to the doctor then,” Googling for a doctor on guard. I phoned him and we could come immediately.
He couldn’t confirm cystitis but was pretty sure it was the case. He wrote a prescription and Princess and I found a pharmacy on guard

Back home we enjoyed some Bowie and the Shiraz and turned in a little past midnight and made love, so intense, and finally fell asleep some two hours later.

We woke up at 8, got out of bed at 9 and had breakfast, Princess and I. We talked and I enjoyed a piece of cheesecake she had made. Hell, we talked about me living at her place and it felt good doing so. It won’t be for this year or next year, but discussing this makes is much more real.

Then she had to leave, my Princess.

I’ll be picking her up later on today, at 7 or so, and we will drive Stella and Star to the mother/baby unit and we will go dancing afterwards.

Thank you Princess for making my life worthwhile.
For loving me, for caring about me, for trusting me.

I love you so much, Princess.

Another still life

Going dancing

Princess and I enjoyed our one and a half hours in the Cohibar where we are still learning to dance the Salsa. Still 3 lessons to go and it is great fun although I find it difficult to simply appreciate the movements, as I still need to count my steps.

I made some interior shots with my Olympus E-PM1 and the razor-sharp Lumix 20mm/1,7 at ISO 1600, just for the heck of it. I did not color correct them.

Coffee machine

Kiss me