<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945151676099321604</id><updated>2012-02-11T02:23:50.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EVEROTICA</title><subtitle type='html'>An Intimate and Sensual Oasis exploring the delicacy and intricacies of love with all its salacious accompaniaments.  Empower yourself and get to know the sensual you.  Porn this is not, but love at its most tantalising and finest.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gabriella King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268543459204011256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945151676099321604.post-9101552542400338595</id><published>2010-02-21T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T15:52:09.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding Back</title><content type='html'>Time eclipses&lt;br /&gt;the essence of our dreams at times&lt;br /&gt;leaving us without the touch of reality&lt;br /&gt;to caress our inner senses&lt;br /&gt;which would otherwise titillate our minds&lt;br /&gt;and lure and seduce our bodies&lt;br /&gt;into the frenzied desire of lust's&lt;br /&gt;salacious beckoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only until we are ready&lt;br /&gt;for this intrepid journey with love's&lt;br /&gt;arduous followers i.e&lt;br /&gt;lust, desire and passion tempting lure&lt;br /&gt;only until we are strong enough&lt;br /&gt;to allow the cascade of their juices&lt;br /&gt;to ejaculate within us&lt;br /&gt;can time allow us&lt;br /&gt;to experience this&lt;br /&gt;ecstasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21st February 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945151676099321604-9101552542400338595?l=everotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/feeds/9101552542400338595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945151676099321604&amp;postID=9101552542400338595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/9101552542400338595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;heart beats merging into a synergy of unison&lt;br /&gt;A longing from an eternity melting time and space into a pant of breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine how it would feel to be kissed&lt;br /&gt;to taste the soul of another within your longing&lt;br /&gt;serenading thoughts and emotions throughout your body&lt;br /&gt;quivering your soul into the abyss of bliss &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Just imagine that you had never been touched&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945151676099321604-5515068453784012492?l=everotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/feeds/5515068453784012492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945151676099321604&amp;postID=5515068453784012492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/5515068453784012492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/5515068453784012492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/2009/08/long-time-for-touch-to-love-me.html' title='Long Time for Touch to Love Me'/><author><name>Gabriella King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268543459204011256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945151676099321604.post-8637465452830354973</id><published>2009-05-06T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T17:51:49.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME TO SHARE YOU</title><content type='html'>It is TIME, to share, express the sensual you&lt;br /&gt;Wearing her within a flame of golden reds&lt;br /&gt;And scarlet whispers of silken scarves&lt;br /&gt;Outlining contours, defining the frame of body&lt;br /&gt;It is now time for you to reflect to the world&lt;br /&gt;that inner beauty which reigns like the dove upon her perch&lt;br /&gt;regal, gentle, subtly pure within the grasp of innocence’s demure wink&lt;br /&gt;Yet magically imbued with sensuality’s magical contortion&lt;br /&gt;As she flutters away, embracing the sunrise&lt;br /&gt;Changing form into the swan, we see further into her soul&lt;br /&gt;hues of her innermost divinity, radiate&lt;br /&gt;lounging on a bed of roses&lt;br /&gt;petals afloat around her very essence&lt;br /&gt;whites and pink, reds and yellow&lt;br /&gt;Igniting the power of womanhood within&lt;br /&gt;Inviting  her Goddess to arise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268543459204011256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945151676099321604.post-5009394496493678188</id><published>2009-01-14T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T13:39:33.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MMMMMM..What is love and Intimacy?</title><content type='html'>What is love? I am often asked.  I smile at such a simple question, an emotion that is simply free to many of us and within us, yet complex in the receiving and complex in the giving and complex even in the understanding.  Then to add fuel to the fire, I am then also asked, what has sensuality and intimacy got to do with love?  And once again I smile, one who understands the answer, yet not so simple to relay, because many simply do not understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and all its finest accompaniments such as lust, desire, titillation, temptation and its other wonderfully salacious followers is something that must be discovered, understood, explored and experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To experience such a wonderful cacophony of desire's tempting debauchery (if I can use such a word to define what I am implying) one first has to know and understand oneself.  All the above is not simply about the thrilling hump and ride of passion attained from a one night stand or the excitement and stimulation of gaining notches on the belt of “sexual conquest” just because.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sensuality is something which is a collaboration of the emotional, the physical and the spiritual – and experiencing of sensations that sends ones senses dizzily cavorting into the tunnel of ecstasy’s lure.  It’s a myriad of words, touch, senses, scents.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s an adventure which takes one out of the comfort zone of love’s purest acts, delving the inquisitive mind into the jungle where rampaging whores, dare to experiment in the wilderness of their primal craving – and it’s all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare once said "know thyself." A simple statement, yet one within where so much truth lies.  Knowing yourself, loving yourself is the first step to ultimately loving another and in that truthful and authentic way when embraced with all the other wonderful sentiments of desire's frenzied partners, as mentioned above, creates a most wonderful and delicious bed upon which to explore, tantalisingly sensuality's most salacious of adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The body is a wonderful cave, with many hidden crevices.  The tongue always willing to journey along its contours.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The hands always willing to search and explore and I leave you to conjure up yourself more wonderful things that a man or woman could do to explore sensuality further.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Until next time, and you can be sure, that I will be back very soon – to further this conversation…………………….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945151676099321604-5009394496493678188?l=everotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/feeds/5009394496493678188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945151676099321604&amp;postID=5009394496493678188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/5009394496493678188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/5009394496493678188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/2009/01/mmmmmmwhat-is-love-and-intimacy.html' title='MMMMMM..What is love and Intimacy?'/><author><name>Gabriella King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268543459204011256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945151676099321604.post-994795398978278790</id><published>2008-11-18T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:20:09.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;If I let you touch me, tease me, maybe seduce me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;… how do you think I would feel?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Would I fall gracefully into your arms, limp with the hunger&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Of need and yet with the resentment of anticipation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dangling temptation in front of me, so near and yet so far&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;If I let you touch me, tease me, maybe seduce me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Would you take me to the mountaintop&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of my most salacious fantasy?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Or would you dare disappoint me, dear lover&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Leaving me nude within my own sweat and feverish hunger&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;upon an empty bed of silken sheets and wet dreams?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;If I let you touch me, tease me, maybe seduce me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Would you let me engage and enjoy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the maelstrom of passion’s seductive flirt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Where I could roam, the beast within&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Given freedom to satisfy my hunger and thirst&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;To be hunted by you, to be filled by you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So that my spirit could truly soar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;If I let you touch me, tease me, maybe seduce me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Could you truly satisfy my need? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945151676099321604-994795398978278790?l=everotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/feeds/994795398978278790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945151676099321604&amp;postID=994795398978278790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/994795398978278790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/994795398978278790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-i-let-you-touch-me-tease-me-maybe.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriella King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268543459204011256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945151676099321604.post-7388629322958340816</id><published>2008-11-08T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T16:58:06.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take time to Love</title><content type='html'>Time loves lovers&lt;br /&gt;with its slow caress&lt;br /&gt;and the ticking away of moments&lt;br /&gt; with luxurious patience&lt;br /&gt;Time gives us time to love slowly&lt;br /&gt;meticulously and intimately&lt;br /&gt;allowing us to savor&lt;br /&gt;to indulge&lt;br /&gt;in the intricacies&lt;br /&gt;and to delight&lt;br /&gt;in the ease of touch&lt;br /&gt;which courses its way&lt;br /&gt;down through our bodies&lt;br /&gt;tantalizing every nerve&lt;br /&gt;making us tingle with&lt;br /&gt;anticipation&lt;br /&gt;joy and plea..sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Time takes its Time&lt;br /&gt;for us to explore&lt;br /&gt;the body's intricate maze&lt;br /&gt;titillating us into&lt;br /&gt;a melodic mood&lt;br /&gt;of calm, sensuous delirium&lt;br /&gt;where we melt&lt;br /&gt;our bodies&lt;br /&gt;between the silken sheets&lt;br /&gt;of honey and cream&lt;br /&gt;until dazed with satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;we fall into slumber's&lt;br /&gt;cosy arms&lt;br /&gt;as love's final waves&lt;br /&gt;of fulfilled exhaustion&lt;br /&gt;wash us gently over&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945151676099321604-7388629322958340816?l=everotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/feeds/7388629322958340816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945151676099321604&amp;postID=7388629322958340816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/7388629322958340816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/7388629322958340816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/2008/11/take-time-to-love.html' title='Take time to Love'/><author><name>Gabriella King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268543459204011256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945151676099321604.post-287404356661216423</id><published>2008-06-10T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T17:26:12.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dizzy for You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dizzy, my head spins with the palpitations of desire&lt;br /&gt;I seek you further, within the wet confines of your mouth&lt;br /&gt;Searching to delve further, to release the love&lt;br /&gt;That surfs on the spirit of my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restless, I linger, my tongue probing&lt;br /&gt;The soft concave of your mouth&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to reach inside your heart&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to touch the very tips of your toes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grasp you, flesh soft beneath the search of hands&lt;br /&gt;Hands greedy, needing to explore&lt;br /&gt;The delicate and intricate spaces of you&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to touch the very psyche of you&lt;br /&gt;fingers raking hungrily against your skin&lt;br /&gt;needing you, I gently grasp your face&lt;br /&gt;eyes meeting, drinking in each other&lt;br /&gt;I urgel you to see the hunger that rages in my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dare you to do something about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945151676099321604-287404356661216423?l=everotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/feeds/287404356661216423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945151676099321604&amp;postID=287404356661216423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/287404356661216423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/287404356661216423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/2008/06/dizzy-for-you.html' title='Dizzy for You'/><author><name>Gabriella King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268543459204011256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945151676099321604.post-5360757048625869508</id><published>2008-06-01T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T05:20:00.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Craving for You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loving you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sits like a spring within me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;igniting a desire of frantic cravings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need you now more than ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this burning sensation of desire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whispers throughout my body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;travelling throughout my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like ribbons of ecstacy's murmurs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need you to touch me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to tease and seduce me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;making my body tremble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the ripples of your love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;coursing through my veins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am hungry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my need ravenous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to fill you in me now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945151676099321604-5360757048625869508?l=everotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/feeds/5360757048625869508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945151676099321604&amp;postID=5360757048625869508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/5360757048625869508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/5360757048625869508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/2008/06/craving-for-you.html' title='Craving for You'/><author><name>Gabriella King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268543459204011256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945151676099321604.post-1827310728981752765</id><published>2008-03-21T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T14:21:23.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do not be Afraid to experience Your Sensual Side</title><content type='html'>Sensuality, ah a most wonderful word.  Being in touch with out sensual self is an empowering and spiritually liberating place to be.  Sensuality – listen to the caress of the word as it spills off your tongue.  Sensuality – feel its movement massage its way around your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning to love ourselves is a key component of experiencing our sensual side.  Part of this experience is about embracing and learning to love our body sizes and shapes.  Forget about trying to fit into the stereotypes about the size zero body shape – enjoy the curves that flounce their way through you.  Look in the mirror and begin to appreciate and enjoy the laugher in your eyes and the curve of your smile.  Look in the mirror and acknowledge your spirit and soul and see deeper into yourself the wonderful person you are.  Yet, even more daringly, look deeper still and find that sensual you, that you that has remained hidden because of past hurts, because of how you feel about yourself and body, because of many negatives voices and messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now time to break free from those constraints which hinder you from expressing the sensual and real you.  Of course, you want to find love or even experience love from someone else.  You want to be held in someone’s arms, you want to feel his breath on your body, you want to explore and experience the many ways that you can be made love to , you want to be adventurous, you want to be filled and satisfied on many many levels, yet you are afraid.  Afraid to look sensuality and all its finest assets in the eye, afraid to open up the real you to what you really crave, afraid to experience what will be a truly wonderful and liberating experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding yourself on this level is, like anything else a journey, yet that journey starts not with the body and all its tantalising desires which beckon one to lick, to taste to touch, to caress but true liberation starts with the mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upcoming Intimate Moment workshops will take you on a journey of self-exploration, educating and nurturing you into the place where you will find true liberation and feel confident about being in that place and more importantly, enjoying the pleasure of being in that place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The enjoyment of sensual pleasure not only touches the physical but also the emotional and the spiritual.  To experience and desire pleasure is in itself one of the treasures that life gives us, so do not deny yourself, but learn to enjoy it”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945151676099321604-1827310728981752765?l=everotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/feeds/1827310728981752765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945151676099321604&amp;postID=1827310728981752765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/1827310728981752765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/1827310728981752765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/2008/03/do-not-be-afraid-to-experience-your.html' title='Do not be Afraid to experience Your Sensual Side'/><author><name>Gabriella King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268543459204011256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945151676099321604.post-8929737385377545968</id><published>2008-03-21T14:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T14:07:32.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know You Want Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to become part of your fantasy&lt;br /&gt;I want to tiptoe inside your mind&lt;br /&gt;fill your dreams with&lt;br /&gt;thoughts of intrepid salaciousness&lt;br /&gt;taming your cravings and hunger&lt;br /&gt;to feed on thoughts of only me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I want the hands of desire&lt;br /&gt;to entice you&lt;br /&gt;to touch, fondle and slowly caress&lt;br /&gt; my rounded softness&lt;br /&gt; making you slave&lt;br /&gt;to my sexual energy and vibes&lt;br /&gt;and you will want to explore yourself within me&lt;br /&gt;delighting in my beast which rages&lt;br /&gt;hungry and needy&lt;br /&gt;and when my body finally erupts&lt;br /&gt;the fires of desire burning flames into my soul&lt;br /&gt;you will surely want me&lt;br /&gt;to become your absolute&lt;br /&gt; reality&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945151676099321604-8929737385377545968?l=everotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/feeds/8929737385377545968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945151676099321604.post-5040538992026454304</id><published>2008-02-14T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:18:54.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dream or Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEkgwvdbIsc/R7TUl7UHB3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/sOLuHkE9t4s/s1600-h/endless-love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166988420543088498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEkgwvdbIsc/R7TUl7UHB3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/sOLuHkE9t4s/s200/endless-love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEkgwvdbIsc/R7TSWLUHB2I/AAAAAAAAAAw/upCJ6h-fCs8/s1600-h/endless-love.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEkgwvdbIsc/R7TSWLUHB2I/AAAAAAAAAAw/upCJ6h-fCs8/s1600-h/endless-love.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I whisper your name&lt;br /&gt;The very sound of it&lt;br /&gt;intoxicatingly alluring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you in my minds eye&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you are in my dreamsmaybe you are in my reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel your breath caress my skin&lt;br /&gt;As you inhale my scented sweetness&lt;br /&gt;Which clings fervently to my contours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I whisper your name, some more&lt;br /&gt;As your love fills me&lt;br /&gt;Until my soul feels to explode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel you inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Seeking for me, exploring&lt;br /&gt;the delicate arcs of my pleasure of pleasures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now cry out your name&lt;br /&gt;As my mind fizzles with the&lt;br /&gt;Intensity of erotica’s most delicious bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like beast in desire’s snare&lt;br /&gt;Your body whispers to mine&lt;br /&gt;To just be, to exhale, to enjoy&lt;br /&gt;As we climax on peak of mountaintop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945151676099321604-5040538992026454304?l=everotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/feeds/5040538992026454304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945151676099321604&amp;postID=5040538992026454304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/5040538992026454304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/5040538992026454304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/2008/02/dream-or-reality.html' title='A Dream or Reality'/><author><name>Gabriella King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268543459204011256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEkgwvdbIsc/R7TUl7UHB3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/sOLuHkE9t4s/s72-c/endless-love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945151676099321604.post-7983661675142613109</id><published>2008-01-24T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T16:25:57.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Kiss Your Lips - The Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I kiss your lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;their fullness evoking within me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a maelstrom of desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I kiss your lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;drinking in your soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;their softness rendering me weak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I kiss your lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the embers of a fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;re-ignite within&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I kiss your lips, some more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and a raging storm of need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;snakes up within the calm of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I kiss your lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and an explosion of passion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wraps my legs around you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I kiss your lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my eyes, closed, tight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel your throb beneath me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I kiss your lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and linger, holding their seductiveness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;until my mind springs fireworks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I kiss your lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as flesh upon flesh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we merge into each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I kiss your lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and feeling your softness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;torment me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I kiss your lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then glady I relinquish my hold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on my inhibitions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I kiss your lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I experience your beast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;soft and savage between my legs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I kiss your lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and curled up tight within your arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;satisfied, I close my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945151676099321604-7983661675142613109?l=everotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/feeds/7983661675142613109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945151676099321604&amp;postID=7983661675142613109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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laughter&lt;br /&gt;And pull the strings to your soul&lt;br /&gt;Into the cauldron of lust’s prodigies&lt;br /&gt;where confusion, desire, joy and pain&lt;br /&gt;jostle to be nurtured and fed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me seduce you with the longing&lt;br /&gt;Held within the raging storm&lt;br /&gt;Which burns fiercely within the depths&lt;br /&gt;Of my eyes&lt;br /&gt;the windows to the soul, so they say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tempt you, so that you will want&lt;br /&gt;To reach out and touch me&lt;br /&gt;Caress me&lt;br /&gt;your tongue wishing to taste upon me&lt;br /&gt;within me, inside of me, all over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me fill your need and hunger&lt;br /&gt;With my own craving for love’s tenacious wantonness&lt;br /&gt;Where in the passion of our intimacy&lt;br /&gt;my fingers will draw blood down strong of back&lt;br /&gt;my body its fires raging, will catapult you&lt;br /&gt;into the heights of dizzying sensations&lt;br /&gt;where the will to withhold, hold back, and enjoy&lt;br /&gt;will be further prolonged&lt;br /&gt;because you want to enjoy me&lt;br /&gt;even more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945151676099321604-872178126043944676?l=everotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/feeds/872178126043944676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945151676099321604&amp;postID=872178126043944676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/872178126043944676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/872178126043944676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/2007/12/let-me-fill-your-heart.html' title='Let me Fill your Heart'/><author><name>Gabriella King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268543459204011256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945151676099321604.post-990149712022657082</id><published>2007-11-06T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T17:47:22.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lick Me - I know you want Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lick me&lt;br /&gt;Taste every inch of this salacious me&lt;br /&gt;I want you to savour who I am&lt;br /&gt;I want you to seduce your taste buds&lt;br /&gt;So that you can deliciously experience me&lt;br /&gt;Within the wetness of your mouth&lt;br /&gt;And within the wild ravages of your mind and dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to lick me all over&lt;br /&gt;Savouring, sucking, exploring, experiencing&lt;br /&gt;I want to fill your mind, your heart, your soul&lt;br /&gt;With everything about me&lt;br /&gt;I want your body to scream for me&lt;br /&gt;To lust after and to desire me&lt;br /&gt;I want you to crave me&lt;br /&gt;Within the intimate spaces of your soul&lt;br /&gt;I want you to make me come&lt;br /&gt;And you can do this&lt;br /&gt;Because I can smell your need for me&lt;br /&gt;I can smell your desire which is raw&lt;br /&gt;Penetratingly potent&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, you can make me come&lt;br /&gt;Because I know you want me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945151676099321604-990149712022657082?l=everotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/feeds/990149712022657082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945151676099321604&amp;postID=990149712022657082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/990149712022657082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/990149712022657082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/2007/11/lick-me-i-know-you-want-me.html' title='Lick Me - I know you want Me'/><author><name>Gabriella King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268543459204011256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945151676099321604.post-2668733377028225416</id><published>2007-10-27T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T13:18:35.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come, come to me and visit a depth and richness that you will not find elsewhere&lt;br /&gt;come, come and visit not just to discover a flowering basket&lt;br /&gt;over-abundant with love and poignancy, but come and find your fill within me&lt;br /&gt;within the very psyche of who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not just seek out my soul and its chambers which to the untrained heart&lt;br /&gt;seems to only offer love, peace, hope and joy, but search for me further still&lt;br /&gt;within a dimension which walks further than the moon and the stars&lt;br /&gt;a place within the depth of me that stores more than just the petals of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come visit me with an intrepid and subtle wanton eagerness&lt;br /&gt;and delve into a privacy and a secrecy which offers the human soul&lt;br /&gt;on the scale of enlightenment, something which to many, remains purely fantasy&lt;br /&gt;but you and I know better, I can show you, I can teach you, I will lead you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the beckoning sea and depth of who I really am, a being whose needs and desires are wild and which wish to roam unrestrained, untamed&lt;br /&gt;to explore and engage with one who has been chosen&lt;br /&gt;to share the ride on the maelstrom of my passion’s flirt&lt;br /&gt; where relentlessly and beautifully savage&lt;br /&gt;our love-making will not be restricted&lt;br /&gt;nor contained by the elements of time.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poem taken from Everotica by Gabriella King&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945151676099321604-2668733377028225416?l=everotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/feeds/2668733377028225416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945151676099321604&amp;postID=2668733377028225416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/2668733377028225416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/2668733377028225416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/2007/10/come.html' title='COME'/><author><name>Gabriella King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268543459204011256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945151676099321604.post-1540548434278981899</id><published>2007-10-02T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T14:57:34.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make love to me with an intensity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make love to me with an intensity&lt;br /&gt;Borne out of the need for desire’s rapturous&lt;br /&gt;Call&lt;br /&gt;To take me on a journey of cataclysmic heights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then sinking me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;into the very depths and bowels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of love's raw and guttural delight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be satisfied and in a place&lt;br /&gt;Where even the eagle’s cry&lt;br /&gt;Wanes against my pleas for you&lt;br /&gt;To satisfy my every hunger and need&lt;br /&gt; further still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be able to fill myself&lt;br /&gt;With the scent of you and the feel of you&lt;br /&gt;Deliciously torturing me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; inside&lt;br /&gt;Your throb, enlarging itself within me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;driving my emotions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;into the well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of pure, unadulterated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plea...Sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945151676099321604-1540548434278981899?l=everotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/feeds/1540548434278981899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945151676099321604&amp;postID=1540548434278981899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/1540548434278981899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/1540548434278981899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/2007/10/make-love-to-me-with-intensity.html' title='Make love to me with an intensity'/><author><name>Gabriella King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268543459204011256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945151676099321604.post-2621286733792593645</id><published>2007-09-25T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T15:09:58.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need you to love me in more ways than One</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoTitle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I need you to love me in more ways than you can ever imagine&lt;br /&gt;I need you to love me by the touch of your hands&lt;br /&gt;Caressing my body&lt;br /&gt;Into silly oblivion&lt;br /&gt;Where I can hardly stand still&lt;br /&gt;Or breathe steady&lt;br /&gt;And where the butterflies of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Would flutter to the world of insanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I need you to love me&lt;br /&gt;With the touch of your lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;brushing against&lt;br /&gt;Every contour of my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tantalising every nerve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Into delirium’s&lt;br /&gt;Basket of abundance&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I need you to love me&lt;br /&gt;As you tempt me&lt;br /&gt;Into your arms&lt;br /&gt;Whispering, salaciously&lt;br /&gt;Into my ear&lt;br /&gt;Words painted with raw, erotic meanings&lt;br /&gt;making me crave you&lt;br /&gt;deep between the juices&lt;br /&gt;which trickle down my legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I need you to love me&lt;br /&gt;As you burn fire into my soul&lt;br /&gt;As you touch me and tease me&lt;br /&gt;The scream of pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Burning fire within my throat&lt;br /&gt;As I gurgle with passion’s delight&lt;br /&gt;Which stems from the bottom of my very soul&lt;br /&gt;As the rage of lust and desire&lt;br /&gt;Sends me into&lt;br /&gt;A cataclysmic frenzy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = u1 /&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;I so need you to stimulate the&lt;br /&gt;Fire that burns within&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Come to me, NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945151676099321604-2621286733792593645?l=everotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/feeds/2621286733792593645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945151676099321604&amp;postID=2621286733792593645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/2621286733792593645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/2621286733792593645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-need-you-to-love-me-in-mjore-ways.html' title='I Need you to love me in more ways than One'/><author><name>Gabriella King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268543459204011256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945151676099321604.post-3391529934193526323</id><published>2007-09-03T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T15:56:05.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 8 Commandments of Sex</title><content type='html'>Ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who want to know more about spicing it up in the bedroom, then click on the following link &lt;a href="http://www.sofeminine.co.uk/mag/relationships/d2118/s8824.html"&gt;http://www.sofeminine.co.uk/mag/relationships/d2118/s8824.html&lt;/a&gt; where you will find the 8 Commandments of Sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, sex is more than just a pleasurable activity that can send you to heaven and back again, it is also a holistic, healthy past-time. Good sex is more than just a two minute romp, it is a spiritual and almost clandestine activity, it is about feeling whole, it is about feel more than what anything else can make you feel on a sensual level. So take a look at the above website for tips to help you explore your sexual prowess even further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945151676099321604-3391529934193526323?l=everotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/feeds/3391529934193526323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945151676099321604&amp;postID=3391529934193526323&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/3391529934193526323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/3391529934193526323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/2007/09/8-commendments-of-sex.html' title='The 8 Commandments of Sex'/><author><name>Gabriella King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268543459204011256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945151676099321604.post-6402577028149811399</id><published>2007-09-03T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T15:59:22.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beast Which Rages Within</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beast rages within me&lt;br /&gt;Tormenting me with lustful desires for you&lt;br /&gt;And of you&lt;br /&gt;And yes I have many, many…… desires&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, this beast breathes fire&lt;br /&gt;Into my being&lt;br /&gt;Heating me from within&lt;br /&gt;My cravings for you&lt;br /&gt;driving me to the brink of exhaustive insanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I dream of you and think of you&lt;br /&gt;Every second of my day and night&lt;br /&gt;Tormenting myself further&lt;br /&gt;My ache for you becomes a throbbing&lt;br /&gt;Centre piece of discomfort&lt;br /&gt;So that at times, I find myself dreaming of you so bad&lt;br /&gt;That I feel and sense you between my legs&lt;br /&gt;I feel your breath glide upon my neck&lt;br /&gt;And your hands, caressing and stroking me&lt;br /&gt;Between the softness of my legs&lt;br /&gt;Your lips, flirting with my breasts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I will you to come to me&lt;br /&gt;To visit me, to fulfil my every salacious desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would will you to take time, my lover&lt;br /&gt;As you agonise over my body&lt;br /&gt;With your tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945151676099321604-6402577028149811399?l=everotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/feeds/6402577028149811399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945151676099321604&amp;postID=6402577028149811399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/6402577028149811399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/6402577028149811399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/2007/09/beast-which-rages-within.html' title='The Beast Which Rages Within'/><author><name>Gabriella King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268543459204011256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945151676099321604.post-2736257653186533444</id><published>2007-08-02T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T16:04:08.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Give Myself To You - Freely</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I give myself to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;freely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Only because of my deep and electrifying love for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Which, unconditional &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Allows me to render myself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Totally and unashamedly to you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want you to fulfil my every desire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; To lighten up my spirit and soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; With the touch of erotica’s teasing and tantalising fingers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; As do the moon and the stars &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When they decorate the darkness of night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Bringing life and light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I want you to make me to whimper &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As you make sweet love to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; To make me moan and pant hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; as if my last breath &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Were to be ridden out into the midst of the sea &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on the waves of eternity’s untenable grasp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I need you to make me complete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; By unleashing love’s tenure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; In me and through me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By satisfying my most primitive of longings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; By making love to me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time and time again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until I feel as if my spirit and soul &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rises and soars into the arms  of a rainbow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945151676099321604-2736257653186533444?l=everotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/feeds/2736257653186533444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945151676099321604&amp;postID=2736257653186533444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/2736257653186533444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/2736257653186533444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-give-myself-to-you-freely.html' title='I Give Myself To You - Freely'/><author><name>Gabriella King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268543459204011256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945151676099321604.post-908469192401329984</id><published>2007-08-02T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T14:21:10.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Very Tightness Between Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The very tightness between my legs&lt;br /&gt;screams at me&lt;br /&gt;and every fibre of my being&lt;br /&gt;tightens into excruciating need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The throb of anticipation’s fingers&lt;br /&gt;renders me immobile to the forces&lt;br /&gt;of thought and logic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can no longer contain this&lt;br /&gt;raging beast which roams&lt;br /&gt;wild with crazy desire within&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My need for sexual fulfilment&lt;br /&gt;must be met&lt;br /&gt;with the fierceness and forceful&lt;br /&gt;grinding from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My breasts, tight and pert&lt;br /&gt;scream to be taken into your mouth&lt;br /&gt;and lavished with the wetness&lt;br /&gt;of your tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have begged no man for anything&lt;br /&gt;yet I urge you&lt;br /&gt;the pleasure being all yours&lt;br /&gt;to venture between me&lt;br /&gt;in me, through me, inside of me&lt;br /&gt;and satisfy this torturous longing&lt;br /&gt;for you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945151676099321604-908469192401329984?l=everotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/feeds/908469192401329984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945151676099321604&amp;postID=908469192401329984&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/908469192401329984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/908469192401329984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/2007/08/very-tightness-between-me.html' title='The Very Tightness Between Me'/><author><name>Gabriella King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268543459204011256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945151676099321604.post-5260121948506425901</id><published>2007-07-27T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T03:45:37.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart Needs more than Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart&lt;br /&gt;Often complimented&lt;br /&gt;For it’s basket of&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelming and overflowing love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart&lt;br /&gt;Is more than&lt;br /&gt;The receptor of&lt;br /&gt;Succulent chocolates&lt;br /&gt;And pretty roses&lt;br /&gt;And refined jewellery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart also longs&lt;br /&gt;For love&lt;br /&gt;In the context of&lt;br /&gt;Raw and sensual love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart often longs for&lt;br /&gt;The touch of passion’s flirt&lt;br /&gt;To render me&lt;br /&gt;Intoxicatingly and wholesomely weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart often longs for&lt;br /&gt;Wistfully&lt;br /&gt;The savage touch&lt;br /&gt;Of hand upon my soften flesh&lt;br /&gt;To temp me, to tantalise me&lt;br /&gt;Hands to caress me&lt;br /&gt;Into the drunken stupor&lt;br /&gt;Of sexual frenzy&lt;br /&gt;Where my very breath&lt;br /&gt;Becomes tortured and laboured&lt;br /&gt;Because a need in me&lt;br /&gt;Has been resurrected&lt;br /&gt;And because this need in me&lt;br /&gt;Needs to be satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945151676099321604-5260121948506425901?l=everotica.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945151676099321604.post-6296951609465807648</id><published>2007-07-02T12:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T12:22:54.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Candidly She Watched Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Candidly she watched him&lt;br /&gt;Noticing the contours of his body&lt;br /&gt;Move under constraints of cloth&lt;br /&gt;That held his frame within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candidly, she watched him&lt;br /&gt;Visualising his muscles&lt;br /&gt;pushing against the frame of his jacket&lt;br /&gt;the lure of such strength and tautness&lt;br /&gt;titillating her.&lt;br /&gt;She squeezed her legs closer shut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candidly she watched him&lt;br /&gt;As he strode across the room&lt;br /&gt;Towards her,&lt;br /&gt;the fit of his trousers, close yet not tight&lt;br /&gt;firmly structuring onto his form&lt;br /&gt;She noticed his bulge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candidly she watched him&lt;br /&gt;Her breasts, now beginning&lt;br /&gt;To heave, anticipation claiming her&lt;br /&gt;movements&lt;br /&gt;As he bent down&lt;br /&gt;And tasted her lips with a brief kiss&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candidly she watched him&lt;br /&gt;Unbutton his jacket&lt;br /&gt;Whilst both their eyes locked&lt;br /&gt; into each other’s heart&lt;br /&gt;Drinking in each other&lt;br /&gt;Lusting salaciously after each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candidly she watched him&lt;br /&gt;As he removed his garments of repression&lt;br /&gt;And then he reached down&lt;br /&gt;Taking her into his arms&lt;br /&gt;Undressing her quickly&lt;br /&gt;She moaned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candidly she……………….&lt;br /&gt;Was taken on a journey of sexual intensity&lt;br /&gt;Where she failed to watch him&lt;br /&gt;As desire choose to take over her mind&lt;br /&gt;Whisking them away into the land of absolute&lt;br /&gt;Plea….shhhhhhhh….ahhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;To explore and delve into Erotica’s Eden&lt;br /&gt; where the pleasure would be all theirs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945151676099321604-6296951609465807648?l=everotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/feeds/6296951609465807648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945151676099321604&amp;postID=6296951609465807648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/6296951609465807648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/6296951609465807648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/2007/07/candidly-she-watched-him.html' title='Candidly She Watched Him'/><author><name>Gabriella King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268543459204011256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945151676099321604.post-5056052436460121229</id><published>2007-05-29T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T11:50:30.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He Laid Me Bare</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;He laid me down on his bed&lt;br /&gt;Bare, exposed&lt;br /&gt;I wanted him to take me&lt;br /&gt;not into his arms in gentle cuddle and sweet embrace&lt;br /&gt;but to take me, to ravage me, to set my body on fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no intention of engaging in playful endeavours&lt;br /&gt;I was inpatient, having no need to delay satisfaction’s relay&lt;br /&gt;my body's alluring contours, enough to arouse and tantalise&lt;br /&gt;my man's desires&lt;br /&gt;so much so that&lt;br /&gt;his breathing, rapid with desire&lt;br /&gt;would force him to act in a most beautiful yet savage way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He watched me, his eyes darkening like thunder before the storm&lt;br /&gt;I saw him rise magnificently to attention, stiff&lt;br /&gt;and all at once, the flood gates to my erotic zone&lt;br /&gt;wept for him and throbbed for him&lt;br /&gt;His magnificence pulsated to the beat of his heart&lt;br /&gt;whilst lust and desire further burned his eyes like insanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bent down and laid himself upon me&lt;br /&gt;our naked bodies melting into one another&lt;br /&gt;warmth cascading throughout our bodies&lt;br /&gt;like the run of succulent honey&lt;br /&gt;passion so tight between us&lt;br /&gt; we hardly dared to touch each other&lt;br /&gt;or act on our most primitive impulses and desires&lt;br /&gt;for fear we tore each other apart with our craving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet this brief fascination&lt;br /&gt;this moment of deliberation and holding back&lt;br /&gt;died and  like rampaging beasts our dams of longing burst&lt;br /&gt;nails dug into soft of skin&lt;br /&gt;lips locked together, savouring, enjoying&lt;br /&gt;legs entwined, in grasp of belonging&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;And he rode me, he rode me as if life&lt;br /&gt;Would suddenly extinguish&lt;br /&gt;As if this would be our last moment on earth, forever&lt;br /&gt;He rode me so wonderfully well&lt;br /&gt;That I saw heaven’s gate’s open to welcome me in&lt;br /&gt;And as he came, I fell into the pillow of soft, white feathers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And as I snuggled there&lt;br /&gt;My eyes glided open, a smile of contentment upon my face&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I watched the stars give birth to angels from within my soul&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945151676099321604-5056052436460121229?l=everotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/feeds/5056052436460121229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945151676099321604&amp;postID=5056052436460121229&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/5056052436460121229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/5056052436460121229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/2007/05/he-laid-me-bare.html' title='He Laid Me Bare'/><author><name>Gabriella King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268543459204011256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945151676099321604.post-8258762642396115409</id><published>2007-05-19T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:18:54.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fill My Hunger - yet Find me First</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEkgwvdbIsc/Rk7-Eveh50I/AAAAAAAAAAk/kqeV6msuybM/s1600-h/Sexy+images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEkgwvdbIsc/Rk7-Eveh50I/AAAAAAAAAAk/kqeV6msuybM/s320/Sexy+images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066265988255835970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tempt me some more&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So that I may send you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Into delirium’s quandary&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Where you will fight with your emotions&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Overwhelmed by the very thoughts of me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Until you can control your desires no longer&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And you will need to seek me and find me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So that both our needs&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Can become fulfilled&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And satisfaction’s hunger&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Can be sated&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945151676099321604-8258762642396115409?l=everotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/feeds/8258762642396115409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945151676099321604&amp;postID=8258762642396115409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/8258762642396115409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/8258762642396115409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/2007/05/fill-my-hunger-yet-find-me-first.html' title='Fill My Hunger - yet Find me First'/><author><name>Gabriella King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268543459204011256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEkgwvdbIsc/Rk7-Eveh50I/AAAAAAAAAAk/kqeV6msuybM/s72-c/Sexy+images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945151676099321604.post-580207727638095472</id><published>2007-05-19T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:18:54.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tantalise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEkgwvdbIsc/Rk78fPeh5zI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Y_DDzgRoa1g/s1600-h/woman+sitting+on+stool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066264244499113778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEkgwvdbIsc/Rk78fPeh5zI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Y_DDzgRoa1g/s320/woman+sitting+on+stool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tantalisingly intrepid&lt;br /&gt;I approach him&lt;br /&gt;Subtlety no longer part of my agenda&lt;br /&gt;My need is fervent&lt;br /&gt;A longing which must be met&lt;br /&gt;With a maelstrom of loves endeavours&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I will him into my presence&lt;br /&gt;Seduction’s fingertips&lt;br /&gt;Caressing my every movement&lt;br /&gt;So much so that I move&lt;br /&gt;Sleek and slow&lt;br /&gt;My body a tantalising tool&lt;br /&gt;It’s Curvaceousness beckoning him to me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I use my body’s stances to further to seduce him&lt;br /&gt;His looks at me, smouldering and needy&lt;br /&gt;I can feel his heart beat&lt;br /&gt;Tremble into my being&lt;br /&gt;I can see his longing for me&lt;br /&gt;Held within the darkness of his glare&lt;br /&gt;I can sense his longing to touch me&lt;br /&gt;As he inhales, long and hard his glare&lt;br /&gt;Now penetrating my very soul&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I walk up to him and lightly plant&lt;br /&gt;A kiss on his cheek&lt;br /&gt;I linger against him seductively&lt;br /&gt;allowing him to smell my scent&lt;br /&gt;I feel him shudder, his body&lt;br /&gt;Stiffening, under the pressure to&lt;br /&gt;Grab me and do whatever pleasures&lt;br /&gt;Offend his mind&lt;br /&gt;But I want to tease him&lt;br /&gt;I want him to want me so bad&lt;br /&gt;That when we finally consume each other&lt;br /&gt;Neither night or day will be distinguished&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So then like the whisper of a dream&lt;br /&gt;I melt into the background of time&lt;br /&gt;leaving him looking, searching and longing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945151676099321604-580207727638095472?l=everotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/feeds/580207727638095472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945151676099321604&amp;postID=580207727638095472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/580207727638095472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/580207727638095472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/2007/05/tantalise.html' title='Tantalise'/><author><name>Gabriella King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268543459204011256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEkgwvdbIsc/Rk78fPeh5zI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Y_DDzgRoa1g/s72-c/woman+sitting+on+stool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945151676099321604.post-8610864402611932809</id><published>2007-04-30T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T15:11:06.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Do I Want you So Much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left" face="arial"&gt;Why? Why do I want you&lt;br /&gt;So much?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel as if my heart&lt;br /&gt;Would sometimes melt into&lt;br /&gt;the cauldron&lt;br /&gt;Of fantasy’s delirious enticings&lt;br /&gt;And not surface&lt;br /&gt;For fear it would loose&lt;br /&gt;The touch of ecstasy&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:arial;" align="left" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;Why? Why do I ache all over for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;To simply touch me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;To caress me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;To titillate me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;My breath becomes trapped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;And I can no longer hold onto sanity’s call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why do I long for you so much&lt;br /&gt;To simply kiss me&lt;br /&gt;Your tongue probing Inside my mouth&lt;br /&gt;Circling me, sending shivers up and down my spine&lt;br /&gt;Until my very heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;Pauses.....&lt;br /&gt;as I savour and drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You into my very psyche&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right down&lt;br /&gt;into the depths of my soul&lt;br /&gt;further still to meet my craving&lt;br /&gt;my ache&lt;br /&gt;which roams wild&lt;br /&gt;with maddening ferocity&lt;br /&gt;it's desire and need&lt;br /&gt;to be satisfied is eager&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945151676099321604-8610864402611932809?l=everotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/feeds/8610864402611932809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945151676099321604&amp;postID=8610864402611932809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/8610864402611932809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/8610864402611932809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-do-i-want-you-so-much.html' title='Why Do I Want you So Much?'/><author><name>Gabriella King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268543459204011256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945151676099321604.post-4804972696540085752</id><published>2007-04-22T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T15:13:56.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faint with Desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Faint with desire&lt;br /&gt;I wait for him to come to me&lt;br /&gt;Hardly able to breathe&lt;br /&gt;anticipation keeps me weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My need for him&lt;br /&gt;a pulsating ache&lt;br /&gt;that cavorts itself&lt;br /&gt;throughout my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My need for him&lt;br /&gt;to fill me&lt;br /&gt;overwhelms me&lt;br /&gt;and I want him to pleasure me&lt;br /&gt;every single part of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So faint with desire&lt;br /&gt;I dare to wait for him&lt;br /&gt;to take me to erotica's domain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945151676099321604-4804972696540085752?l=everotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/feeds/4804972696540085752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945151676099321604.post-6271151059830632800</id><published>2007-04-22T13:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T13:30:32.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marvin Gaye - Sexual Healing</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://widget.slide.com/widgets/single.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" name="flashticker" align="middle" flashvars="url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.slide.com%2Fs%2FEf6xRte87j-0dipz-xkCfCHo5b-RBMi9%3Fcy%3Dms%26referer%3Dtheme&amp;sk=25&amp;amp;thc=-1&amp;th=0&amp;amp;media_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fv%2FGVTN5o9Kgu8" style="height:356px;width:450px"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:450px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;tt=0&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;cy=ms&amp;amp;th=0&amp;id=216172782239035613&amp;amp;map=7" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-fc.slide.com/s1/216172782239035613/ms_t000_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide8.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;tt=0&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;cy=ms&amp;amp;th=0&amp;id=216172782239035613&amp;amp;map=8" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-fc.slide.com/s2/216172782239035613/ms_t000_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide7.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945151676099321604-6271151059830632800?l=everotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/feeds/6271151059830632800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945151676099321604&amp;postID=6271151059830632800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/6271151059830632800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/6271151059830632800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/2007/04/marvin-gaye-sexual-healing.html' title='Marvin Gaye - Sexual Healing'/><author><name>Gabriella King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268543459204011256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945151676099321604.post-3168064971224770173</id><published>2007-04-10T14:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T14:26:59.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Greatest Need</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 700px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;amp;tt=0&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;amp;cy=ms&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=216172782228454232&amp;amp;map=8" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;The greatest secret lies&lt;br /&gt;Within the belly of my soul&lt;br /&gt;Further than the space&lt;br /&gt;Where the stars and moon unite&lt;br /&gt;Into a kaleidoscope &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;The most fascinating secret lies&lt;br /&gt;Deep within the heart&lt;br /&gt;of my most sensuous of thoughts&lt;br /&gt;desires which roam, wild and untamed&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to be unleashed, like rampant storm&lt;br /&gt;And moody skies, restless like the unfurl of butterfly to beast&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;The most salacious secret lies&lt;br /&gt;Within the thimble of my thoughts and dreams&lt;br /&gt;Which like the embers of kindled fire&lt;br /&gt;Await, anticipation sly meandering its way&lt;br /&gt;Towards the tunnel of enlightenment’s brow&lt;br /&gt;Ready to explode into a maelstrom sexual rampaging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;My most luscious and delicious of secrets&lt;br /&gt;Lie, somehow, silent&lt;br /&gt;between the ache and throb&lt;br /&gt;which sits between my legs&lt;br /&gt;screaming silently for that most pleasurable of release&lt;br /&gt;myself, experiencing, within the rhythmic pulsating&lt;br /&gt;of my most innermost and intimate of desire’s drumbeat&lt;br /&gt;the carnivorous hunger, that belches it’s salacious need&lt;br /&gt;into the vortex of delirium and sexual consolation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;My most greatest secret&lt;br /&gt;Is in my unashamed wanting&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For sexual satisfaction and gratification….ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945151676099321604-3168064971224770173?l=everotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/feeds/3168064971224770173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945151676099321604&amp;postID=3168064971224770173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/3168064971224770173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/3168064971224770173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='My Greatest Need'/><author><name>Gabriella King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268543459204011256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945151676099321604.post-5408694724219375922</id><published>2007-04-10T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T15:13:13.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked and on Mountaintop - They Come</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;She closed her eyes&lt;br /&gt;And moaned&lt;br /&gt;Holding him&lt;br /&gt;Close to her&lt;br /&gt;Naked flesh&lt;br /&gt;Melting into&lt;br /&gt;naked flesh&lt;br /&gt;soft, enticing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;Eyes closed tight&lt;br /&gt;Ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;Taking them high&lt;br /&gt;Onto rapture’s&lt;br /&gt;mountaintop&lt;br /&gt;And then&lt;br /&gt;he simply&lt;br /&gt;and greedily&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;TOOK HER&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945151676099321604-5408694724219375922?l=everotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/feeds/5408694724219375922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945151676099321604&amp;postID=5408694724219375922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/5408694724219375922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/5408694724219375922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-greatest-need.html' title='Naked and on Mountaintop - They Come'/><author><name>Gabriella King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268543459204011256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945151676099321604.post-424527154618664341</id><published>2007-03-14T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T12:47:52.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patiently I Ache</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I see him, in the depths of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Coming for me..........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And so I sit and wait as patiently as I must&lt;br /&gt;my pleasure throbbing&lt;br /&gt;The ache a wonderfully painful experience&lt;br /&gt;Pulsating&lt;br /&gt;driving my conscious mind&lt;br /&gt;Into the delirium of desire’s cauldron&lt;br /&gt;Which churns with a myriad of&lt;br /&gt;Lust, need and salacious debauchery&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate menu detailing erotica’s intentions&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And so I sit and wait as patiently as I can&lt;br /&gt;My breasts tightening against the restriction of my garments&lt;br /&gt;Tingling, tight, hard, robust&lt;br /&gt;My nipples begging to be found&lt;br /&gt;Within the wet confines of his mouth&lt;br /&gt;Willing him also to bit them hard&lt;br /&gt;Until my pain becomes the pleasure of&lt;br /&gt;Total and unashamed submission&lt;br /&gt;And so I sit and wait as patiently as I can stand&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Whilst throughout my body&lt;br /&gt;Roams the mad beast of desire&lt;br /&gt;Which trapped with the starving&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of me&lt;br /&gt;Urges me to seek seductive revenge&lt;br /&gt;Enticing me to will him to come to me&lt;br /&gt;Soon, very soon&lt;br /&gt;So that I can ravage and devour him&lt;br /&gt;Poetically, of course,&lt;br /&gt;Taking him on a journey of scandalous delight&lt;br /&gt;Riding him high on the waves of ecstasy's pinnacle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945151676099321604-424527154618664341?l=everotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/feeds/424527154618664341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945151676099321604&amp;postID=424527154618664341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/424527154618664341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/424527154618664341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/2007/03/patiently-i-ache.html' title='Patiently I Ache'/><author><name>Gabriella King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268543459204011256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945151676099321604.post-501010508219505372</id><published>2007-03-12T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T15:16:09.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A WOMAN HAS HER NEEDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A woman has her needs&lt;br /&gt;Though she may sit at the helm&lt;br /&gt;Of serenity’s ankles&lt;br /&gt;Demure and tender, succulent with&lt;br /&gt;The smell of honey and lavender&lt;br /&gt;Swathed in innocence and subtlety&lt;br /&gt;Still underneath she is a primitive beast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Surely a woman has her needs&lt;br /&gt;Be she tight lipped with tight pony tail&lt;br /&gt;Tied back revealing features chiselled&lt;br /&gt;By the pain of time&lt;br /&gt;and life’s backbreaking experiences&lt;br /&gt;There still remains a whimper within&lt;br /&gt;Strong, pulsating&lt;br /&gt;Needs which, like a whirlpool&lt;br /&gt;Strive within her&lt;br /&gt;Inside her&lt;br /&gt;Breathing a life of their own&lt;br /&gt;Taking her on a delirious journey&lt;br /&gt;Of needing, of wanting, of desiring&lt;br /&gt;Yet she holds it down within the&lt;br /&gt;Base of her stomach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet a woman will always have her needs&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, her they will verge&lt;br /&gt;On the edge of insanity’s beckoning&lt;br /&gt;A volcanic racecourse of&lt;br /&gt;Immense fervency&lt;br /&gt;The pendulum of sexual debauchery&lt;br /&gt;Willing a man to touch the very base&lt;br /&gt;Of her heart, willing him to wander down&lt;br /&gt;To discover and suck hard on her nipples&lt;br /&gt;Willing him to delve further still&lt;br /&gt;To taste her juices&lt;br /&gt;Which flow from a throbbing and aching&lt;br /&gt;Part of her, which requires&lt;br /&gt;Attention, love and the pleasurable torture&lt;br /&gt;of release&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945151676099321604-501010508219505372?l=everotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/feeds/501010508219505372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945151676099321604&amp;postID=501010508219505372&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/501010508219505372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/501010508219505372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/2007/03/woman-has-her-needs.html' title='A WOMAN HAS HER NEEDS'/><author><name>Gabriella King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268543459204011256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945151676099321604.post-7231218055408164876</id><published>2007-03-11T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T16:34:20.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience In The Waiting</title><content type='html'>Time waits..........&lt;br /&gt;pausing deliberately&lt;br /&gt;playing with your mind&lt;br /&gt;playing with your emotions&lt;br /&gt;waiting .........&lt;br /&gt;to tempt your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;into a maelstrom of seduction's liar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expectantly.......&lt;br /&gt;you close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and render yourself useless&lt;br /&gt;to the forces of temptation's call&lt;br /&gt;your mind, racing&lt;br /&gt;erotica's fingers creating&lt;br /&gt;images and suggesting emotions&lt;br /&gt;which rampage down&lt;br /&gt;into your loins&lt;br /&gt;making you throb, making you ache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your breath.....&lt;br /&gt;Disperses in short, sharp pants&lt;br /&gt;your breasts, rising and falling&lt;br /&gt;the anticipation of need&lt;br /&gt;riding high within&lt;br /&gt;your very soul&lt;br /&gt;until you feel your spirit&lt;br /&gt;ready to erupt and soar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind the flicker of your eyelids…..&lt;br /&gt;You will him touch you&lt;br /&gt;You will him to mould his hands&lt;br /&gt;Around your round and fleshy frame&lt;br /&gt;Causing fire to rampage through your soul&lt;br /&gt;Caressing you all the way down&lt;br /&gt;To your sweetness, which leaks&lt;br /&gt;Caressing you so badly that&lt;br /&gt;you feel you can no longer breathe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945151676099321604-7231218055408164876?l=everotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/feeds/7231218055408164876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945151676099321604&amp;postID=7231218055408164876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/7231218055408164876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/7231218055408164876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/2007/03/patience-in-waiting.html' title='Patience In The Waiting'/><author><name>Gabriella King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268543459204011256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945151676099321604.post-8280066073000712630</id><published>2007-03-05T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T16:20:57.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Devour Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I close my eyes and sense you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Near me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your breath, warm and inviting&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Caresses it's honeyed sensation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;down my neck&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;spreading my emotions&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;subtly and seductively&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Throughout my body&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I sense you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Near me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I want you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To draw nearer still&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Calling you within the whisper of my thoughts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To explore yourself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;inside of me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Slowly, rhythmically&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;seductively tempting and luring me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Into the den of erotica’s maddening grip&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I sense you near me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And feel your heart beat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Merge with mine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A duo with maddening intent&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A cacophony of&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Feverish movements&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Drums, roaring fierce and strong&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Desire a salaciously intrepid explorer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wanting to taste, then seduce&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Devour then conqueror&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945151676099321604-8280066073000712630?l=everotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/feeds/8280066073000712630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945151676099321604&amp;postID=8280066073000712630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/8280066073000712630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/8280066073000712630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/2007/03/devour-me.html' title='Devour Me'/><author><name>Gabriella King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268543459204011256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945151676099321604.post-8362445124626228073</id><published>2007-03-01T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:18:55.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEkgwvdbIsc/Rea7EqYqdeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIpegEyT0ts/s1600-h/Second+Woman+on+Fours.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036918922032084450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEkgwvdbIsc/Rea7EqYqdeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIpegEyT0ts/s320/Second+Woman+on+Fours.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;a name="_Toc147557760"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h4&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;And as she slept&lt;br /&gt;he watched her intensely&lt;br /&gt;drinking in&lt;br /&gt;the magnificence of her body&lt;br /&gt;longing to touch her&lt;br /&gt;yet he resisted&lt;br /&gt;only wanting to watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Her breasts trembled and rose&lt;br /&gt;teasing him to fondle&lt;br /&gt;to bend down, to capture&lt;br /&gt;her nipples within&lt;br /&gt;the moistened structure of his mouth&lt;br /&gt;to suck&lt;br /&gt;yet he resisted&lt;br /&gt;wanting only to watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The way her fingers&lt;br /&gt;comfortingly nestled&lt;br /&gt;within her den&lt;br /&gt;like candy floss&lt;br /&gt;it beckoned to him&lt;br /&gt;he wanted to use tongue&lt;br /&gt;yet he resisted&lt;br /&gt;wanting only to watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;He drew closer still&lt;br /&gt;and bent down&lt;br /&gt;smelling her essence&lt;br /&gt;whose scented oils&lt;br /&gt;clung to her frame&lt;br /&gt;renewing his dreams of last night&lt;br /&gt;he wanted to caress her&lt;br /&gt;yet he resisted&lt;br /&gt;wanting only to watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Her eyes flew open&lt;br /&gt;their glimpses caught&lt;br /&gt;and held within that moment in time&lt;br /&gt;where their fires were stoked&lt;br /&gt;the room melting&lt;br /&gt;into a cauldron of frenzied desire&lt;br /&gt;She held his eyes&lt;br /&gt;as around them exploded&lt;br /&gt;embers of desire and a yearning to be touched&lt;br /&gt;Then ever so seductively&lt;br /&gt;she sat up arching&lt;br /&gt;like the curve of penis erect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Her breasts full and round&lt;br /&gt;her legs spread-eagled&lt;br /&gt;her mouth teasing a pout&lt;br /&gt;She held his stare&lt;br /&gt;in a bondage&lt;br /&gt;of a woman&lt;br /&gt;knowing she has entrapped&lt;br /&gt;her man&lt;br /&gt;and as he reached forward&lt;br /&gt;to grasp at her tenderness&lt;br /&gt;to grasp at her frame&lt;br /&gt;she moved like a dream&lt;br /&gt;like a feather on the wind&lt;br /&gt;escaping into the night&lt;br /&gt;then she was gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945151676099321604-8362445124626228073?l=everotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/feeds/8362445124626228073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945151676099321604&amp;postID=8362445124626228073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/8362445124626228073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/8362445124626228073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/2007/03/dreaming.html' title='Dreaming?'/><author><name>Gabriella King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268543459204011256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEkgwvdbIsc/Rea7EqYqdeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIpegEyT0ts/s72-c/Second+Woman+on+Fours.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945151676099321604.post-4989714300785867861</id><published>2007-02-19T16:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T16:39:53.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Captivated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a name="_Toc147557746"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="_Toc93757367"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="_Toc93757341"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="_Toc93757315"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="_Toc93757288"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="_Toc93757022"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="_Toc93756981"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="_Toc93756951"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="_Toc93756925"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="_Toc93756887"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="_Toc93756826"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="_Toc93756724"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="_Toc93755741"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="_Toc93333771"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="_Toc93333751"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="_Toc93333723"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="_Toc93333652"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="_Toc93333614"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="_Hlt93158376"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear love can captivate a man’s heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;and render him immobile to the reins of this fervor&lt;br /&gt;love: meek, mild and gentle, discerning in whom it takes captive&lt;br /&gt;powerful in its hypnotic lure and yet I must ask you&lt;br /&gt;what is love without passion?&lt;br /&gt;and what is passion without the heat and ferocity&lt;br /&gt; of wild, crazy, passionate, love-making?&lt;br /&gt;which stimulates our senses, awakening our erogenous zones&lt;br /&gt;taking us into the cataclysmic sphere of erotica’s domain&lt;br /&gt;enticing us, the piped piper of salaciousness and wantonness&lt;br /&gt;a wonderfully wicked weakness, which holds our emotions to ransom&lt;br /&gt;and keeps us trapped in sensuality’s curvaceous grip&lt;br /&gt;where tongues can roam and discover the body’s contours&lt;br /&gt;delving into our most innermost and personal of spaces&lt;br /&gt;the very places which make us gasp and cry out&lt;br /&gt;as the pleasure and hunger of receiving&lt;br /&gt;soars our spirits&lt;br /&gt;into the arms of joy’s rapturous pleasurable pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945151676099321604-4989714300785867861?l=everotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/feeds/4989714300785867861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945151676099321604&amp;postID=4989714300785867861&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/4989714300785867861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/4989714300785867861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/2007/02/captivated.html' title='Captivated'/><author><name>Gabriella King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268543459204011256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945151676099321604.post-2416472735726228728</id><published>2007-02-11T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T04:14:07.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rendering me Intoxicatingly and Wonderfully Useless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He enveloped me within the span of his arms&lt;br /&gt;rendering me useless to his very touch&lt;br /&gt;I felt a rush of warmth cascade through my body&lt;br /&gt;and I merged into him, like melted butter&lt;br /&gt;on the roof tops of the sands of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His presence consumed me so much so&lt;br /&gt;that I could neither think nor breathe&lt;br /&gt;without passion’s temptress forcing my mind&lt;br /&gt;and emotions into a pit of frenzied sexual conspiracy&lt;br /&gt;unclear, jumbled, an electricity of raw and rampant desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes drifted shut, and I weakened&lt;br /&gt;lured by seduction’s call&lt;br /&gt;I pushed and nestled myself more into him&lt;br /&gt;he held me tighter and I felt him tense&lt;br /&gt;muscles taut, him hardening against me&lt;br /&gt;my breathing now a labored struggle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the butterflies of love’s juices release themselves&lt;br /&gt;roaming down through to my pulsating vagina&lt;br /&gt;until I could no longer cope with the travesty of not responding&lt;br /&gt;of not letting my legs drift apart, to receive him&lt;br /&gt;for the ache was strong and I, yes, I admit was willingly weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hands sought, as he nestled his head against me&lt;br /&gt;I could hear his breathing, deep and labored&lt;br /&gt;I could smell his scent, strong, enticing, wonderfully salacious&lt;br /&gt;a man trying to control the very desire that drove him to me&lt;br /&gt;yet anticipation stealthily controlling this moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He delved some more into me, touching me, playing with me&lt;br /&gt;and I could do nothing but release a sigh so low and guttural&lt;br /&gt;which stemmed from the very depths of my soul&lt;br /&gt;that had I passed out at that moment in time&lt;br /&gt;I would surely enter into the pearly gates of heaven&lt;br /&gt;trespassing through Eden’s doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, knees crumbling under delirium’s threat&lt;br /&gt;we knelt to the floor, like bands of ribbons falling from the sky&lt;br /&gt;worshippers in our own terrain&lt;br /&gt;and finding my source, he mounted me from the back&lt;br /&gt;and we rode like pilgrims, a mission of the utmost urgency&lt;br /&gt;climaxing on the road&lt;br /&gt;to ecstasy’s domain&lt;br /&gt;holding each other&lt;br /&gt;so tight&lt;br /&gt;sealing this special moment&lt;br /&gt;afraid that our hearts would fragment&lt;br /&gt;losing this spiritual bonding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945151676099321604-2416472735726228728?l=everotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/feeds/2416472735726228728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945151676099321604&amp;postID=2416472735726228728&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/2416472735726228728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/2416472735726228728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/2007/02/rendering-me-intoxicatingly-and.html' title='Rendering me Intoxicatingly and Wonderfully Useless'/><author><name>Gabriella King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268543459204011256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945151676099321604.post-4517250242879145032</id><published>2007-02-11T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T04:17:27.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Define Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Define me, not by my elegance nor seductive poise&lt;br /&gt;but define me by the woman which erotica’s fingers will tease into existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So define me by my kisses and my enticing touch&lt;br /&gt;which burns passion into every fibre of your psyche&lt;br /&gt;and sets fire to the beast within your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me devour and meticulously seduce you&lt;br /&gt;with all that is powered deep within&lt;br /&gt;in order to satisfy your hungry ache&lt;br /&gt;and to quench this torrid longing for sexual gratification.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945151676099321604-4517250242879145032?l=everotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/feeds/4517250242879145032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945151676099321604&amp;postID=4517250242879145032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/4517250242879145032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/4517250242879145032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/2007/02/define-me.html' title='Define Me'/><author><name>Gabriella King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268543459204011256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945151676099321604.post-1454980743679150887</id><published>2007-02-05T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T03:28:00.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up Close</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I stood up close behind him&lt;br /&gt;naked&lt;br /&gt;and felt his warmth envelope me&lt;br /&gt;sending my senses dizzily cavorting&lt;br /&gt;into the volcano of forbidden depths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dropped his head back lazily&lt;br /&gt;erect&lt;br /&gt;closing his eyes, I felt his anticipation throbbing&lt;br /&gt;his pulse roaming as if the beast inside had risen&lt;br /&gt;to obsession’s beckoning call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laid my forehead upon his back&lt;br /&gt;aroused&lt;br /&gt;and molded him close against me&lt;br /&gt;forcing and locking his magnificent frame&lt;br /&gt;into my delirious weakness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stretched his arms behind him&lt;br /&gt;desire&lt;br /&gt;and followed the contours of my thighs&lt;br /&gt;my buttocks tingled as he aroused within me&lt;br /&gt;the animal that would pleasurably ride him through heaven’s door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bodies swayed&lt;br /&gt;ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;dancing to the rhythm that tore our hearts into&lt;br /&gt;a million embers of desire’s fury&lt;br /&gt;bodies poised, welcoming the chance&lt;br /&gt;to participate in our own frenzied orgy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grasped his manhood firm, sliding my hands up and down&lt;br /&gt;need&lt;br /&gt;feeling soft skin against his erect soldier&lt;br /&gt;I gasped, biting my lip as&lt;br /&gt;a sigh of indulgence&lt;br /&gt;escaped from within my very soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We crumbled, our knees giving way to the torment&lt;br /&gt;fulfillment&lt;br /&gt;that tore the very breath from within us&lt;br /&gt;succumbing us to the turbulent need&lt;br /&gt;that was driving us to commit the most pleasurable of sins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shifted and&lt;br /&gt;turning around, pushed me down&lt;br /&gt;into the waiting arms of seduction’s salacious pillows&lt;br /&gt;and straddled me, eyes dark&lt;br /&gt;needing release from that which tortured him&lt;br /&gt;and as my mouth encircled&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;I took&lt;br /&gt;him&lt;br /&gt;Hostage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945151676099321604-1454980743679150887?l=everotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/feeds/1454980743679150887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945151676099321604&amp;postID=1454980743679150887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/1454980743679150887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/1454980743679150887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/2007/02/up-close.html' title='Up Close'/><author><name>Gabriella King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268543459204011256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945151676099321604.post-9024666330543710518</id><published>2007-02-04T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T04:01:33.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About The Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A tantalising book of seductive and tempestuous poetry. This book will take you on a spiritual journey of pure unadulterated eroticism. Trespass, if you dare, into this Garden of Eden, tempted and lured by seduction’s forbidden fruit. These poems will take you on an adventure of sinful delight where you will discover and explore the very intricacies and pleasures of love-making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complimented with a range of graphically seductive images, you will be drawn into the vortex of this wonderful little book.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945151676099321604-9024666330543710518?l=everotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/feeds/9024666330543710518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945151676099321604&amp;postID=9024666330543710518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/9024666330543710518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/9024666330543710518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/2007/02/about-book.html' title='About The Book'/><author><name>Gabriella King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268543459204011256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945151676099321604.post-7483654725489391029</id><published>2007-02-04T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T03:17:06.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch Me Again Please, Once More</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Touch me again please, once more&lt;br /&gt;so that I may feel the burning desires that once danced their sensuous spirits within me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch me again please, once more&lt;br /&gt;so that I may feel the rise and fall of my breasts as they tremble with anticipation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch me again please, once more&lt;br /&gt;so that I may feel that volcanic well of need rise up and choke my emotions into a disabled state of frenzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch me again please, once more&lt;br /&gt;so that I may feel the pulsating throb of ecstasy race down&lt;br /&gt;to the very furnace of my loins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch me again please, once more&lt;br /&gt;so that I encounter the taste of your lips, burn fire into my soul&lt;br /&gt;to lay me bare exposed, waiting, expectant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch me again please, once more&lt;br /&gt;so that I may feel that searing conflict of joy’s bittersweet pain, travel down&lt;br /&gt;to tease, to arouse, to tantalize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch me again please, once more&lt;br /&gt;so that I can remember what it feels to be desired. Help me to explore once more to receive the treasures of loves’ infinite and unconditional wealth whilst experiencing passion’s merciless endeavors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So touch me again and let your hands mould me with gentle intent, until my mind explodes into the abyss of ecstasy’s lure, until the energy between my legs spurts forth like the passion of a victorious warrior. Touch me whilst my body burns fiercely, which causes my body to writhe with desire,&lt;br /&gt;releasing the rampaging beast within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I dare you touch me, again, once more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945151676099321604-7483654725489391029?l=everotica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/feeds/7483654725489391029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7945151676099321604&amp;postID=7483654725489391029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/7483654725489391029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945151676099321604/posts/default/7483654725489391029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everotica.blogspot.com/2007/02/touch-me-again-please-once-more.html' title='Touch Me Again Please, Once More'/><author><name>Gabriella King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268543459204011256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
