Tantrika Samois' Blog

Trustworthy.

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People say things like, "I would trust ___ with my ___" about very specific people in their lives that they have built relationships with over time, tested it and found this to be more or less true. It is good to be able to feel that way with people, some people, any people, ... at least one person. Paranoia is the worst best friend to have.

But does that mean the person is trustworthy? Outside of their investment into your relationship with you at that moment, separate from that, removed from that and you.... are they actually... trust worthy?

There are those moments in life when you realize that you are in the company of someone who is genuinely trustworthy. They have integrity. They have character. They live by principles. They don't do things 'just because they can'. And in a moment when it would be so easy to take advantage of your weakness, your blindness or your vulnerability... they don't.

Not because they chose to rise above the temptation but because it never occurred to them that sinking to that kind of low level was even an option for them.

My neighbor is a Mr. Nice Guy in appearance but he is anything but. I can spot the over-reaching, predatory, spineless cowardice of a bottom dweller from a mile away having spent too much of my youth dealing with them and as an adult, seeing them everywhere; and typically succeeding in corporate life and other toxic environments.

 But I know people who are sweet, kind, nice and fair. And I know one dear sweet boy who wears his heart on his sleeve and is still looking for his noble place in the world, he is a 'nice guy' with all the social abuse that comes with it from smaller…

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Tell me what your fantasy is, he asked.

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And I said, that's easy; we can start with remodeling my kitchen.


...Imagine that he only seemed disappointed and confused when he realized I was serious.


So to state the obvious here gentlemen, sex makes YOUR life easier. And for those of you who would argue otherwise, try giving up masturbation AND sex for the next 6 months and let me know how easy your life still is.

But for women, sex only makes our lives nicer (and only if it is good). Then again, pretty shoes and handbags also make our lives nicer. And so does having lunch with our girlfriends and chatting. And so does having a day of solitude when we don't have to think about everyone else around us and what they need, need to do or need to have done. Sex is not a "necessity" for us, not by a long shot. Ask any lesbian couple that is happily committed to each other and have long since stopped having sex with each other (and themselves) and don't miss it a bit. Its a true phenomenon. Women are wired differently.

Women were designed to keep the machine of living running on a daily business and post-coital stupidity aka 'fat, dumb and happy' isn't our most productive state to be in and nature knew somebody needed to make sure things got done, so sexcapades rate lower on the biological urge scale for us. Even those of us with a supernatural sex drive, compared to our sisters, aren't compelled by it. It takes alot longer for us to be bothered by it and we learned long ago that there are two kinds of men in this world; 

Men who bring something of value to your life and men who bring nothing. 

So, to avoid future confusion, if you…

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Mule: a sterile, cross breed between a horse and an ass.

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He felt huge. 

Like a swollen rod of unrelenting and unapologetic desire that would not be refused entry into the promised land of sensual bliss through the reception of my body, it pushed further in until it could go no more and then I pushed back on it to receive more of it.

Discomfort and slight pain sparked around our union, like electrical strikes arcing between us in spite of the ample amounts of lubrication applied. My ass had become a gateway to forbidden pleasures and deep, yielding release. My pussy had already been pounded into sublime submission. His cock was an army with a battering ram of desire, demanding entry and weakening the wall of resistance that separated me from the crowning jewel of my orgasm. His erotic siege upon my orgasmic autonomy while we moved and grasped in a tangled, writhing mass of skin, flesh and sweat climaxed into a gushing outpouring of womanhood raining down upon him as if to refresh him from his efforts and tamper down some of the fire that had built from so much friction.

After the liquid nectar of womanhood escaped and lay everywhere around the root of his tree like a rain that brings with it a flash flood, everything else then softened with it and opened up, hungry for more of what had been discovered. My pussy and clit throbbed madly like the echo of a drum beat after a congress declaring war had been beaten out across the desert vista with smoke signals and warnings to nearby tribes. The pulsing throb kept its own time; an instrument of erotic music and at the same time, my ass shyly opened and whispered longing and surrender but only if he could hear it.

A finger slipped in. A scouting digit giving…

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Kentucky boy blues.

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Long ago, 

I met a man quite by accident. I was leaping over a puddle on the street trying to get to a parking meter before it ran out of time so I wouldn't get a ticket on my car. And while attempting to break the time-space continuum in high heels while wearing an equally restrictive plaid, pencil skirt and deceptively conservative, white button down sweater I nearly tripped on the sidewalk and into the wet grass.

As fate would have it, I instead tripped right into the arms of a broad shouldered, chiseled jaw, devilishly handsome man who looked down at me with such a mischevious, delighted grin that I wondered if he was so very pleased because my practically falling into his arms like a scene from a movie was part of some city-boy-voodoo that he had cast upon me from the inside of the cab he had just arrived in.

I am not immune to romance, Magic. And beauty. I have an enduring belief that the world is operated by invisible strings of fate and destiny and the invisible world around us is more reliable than the tangible one that we must navigate. I don't know if I believe in love at first sight although I do believe it is possible for a few folks in this world. I do believe in gut instincts and visceral attractions that have their roots in far bigger pictures than the laundry list of "ideal partner" we all carry around in our heads and measure people by. And this unexpected moment had all the elements of romance and magic around it. Enchantment was inevitable.

He reminded me of my father. And not in the sick or simpleton way that people of lesser intelligence or imagination like to try and define it…

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