Eyes Wide Open



Once upon a time, before Joseph and I were a couple, we had a conversation (induced by tequila) about what makes a good kisser.


The conversation talked about compatibility with the person, reading cues, body language, attraction. Something I never thought of, and something he said that he did, was look at the person you were kissing.


This sounded like romantic blasphemy to me. Why would you do that? Doesn’t that ruin the mood, take away from the moment? And so I tested this theory of course. When Joseph first kissed me I didn’t open my eyes, but later, when I felt more comfortable I did. And I felt awkward at first, but it changed into something very personal, very intimate. I realized how much your eyes can share with a person when you look at them while sharing something so intimate as a kiss.


The kama sutra talks about it too. It amazed me when I read the kama sutra that it is less about sexual pleasure and more about connection. About reaching that pure intimacy with the person that you love. Opening your eyes for a passionate kiss allows you to look into someones feelings. It isn’t an obtrusion, it is a look at how someone really feels while they kiss you.


I have alway felt like kissing is one of the ways that you can show someone you how you feel. Put all those emotions into that moment and really give them that feeling that you are there. And opening my eyes, looking into Joseph’s and taking that moment to really see how he feels, show him how I feel is so intimate that it is more earth shattering for me and my girly heart that the best orgasm. Because I am a girl I can say that.


So while this post isn’t very long, I want to share with you a moment that you can have that you may be missing. An intimacy that you haven’t shared with your love before.  A look that you are missing, adoration in your lovers eyes. Try it sometime. It may change your life.


Always with all of my love,

Lady X



His hands reach out to touch my face
Then reach around to grab my waist
To pull me against him
To touch
To feel

His mouth so close
My neck
My chin

My cheeks are pink
I blush
I gasp

My teeth in his shoulder
His grip tightens
He growls

Fingers laced above my head
Bodies touching
Hearts racing

He presses his lips behind my ear
Sweet little dirty nothings whispered
Things only I can hear

Lips nearly touching
Needing the sweetness

“Give me that sugar” he says with a growl

I giggle
I smile
I evade his lips once more

His patience waning
My game to win

He is My beast
Ready to pounce

He is My man
Anxious to taste

I wriggle beneath him
Drawing out my game
Making him wait

I am His kitten
Stretching my full length against his

I am His woman
My lips finding his needing that sugar too

My game is won
The taste is mine

My moment
My love
Indeed it is mine

1am naughty brought to you by a nap and Melody Gardot

All my love,
Lady X

It’s just a sofa

Okay so random post for today. My favorite neighbor broke parole a few months ago and so back to jail he went. Well today they threw all of his stuff outside. It was really sad. Now the terrible part is that I took the mans couch. It’s a nice couch. Plus I can’t even begin to tell you how naughty this couch looks. Yes, it’s just a sofa, in theory. But in the inner workings of my crazy brain I see a plethora of naughty encounters that could happen here.

I’m sitting on it now, and my brain is flooded with images of grandeur of an epic orgasmic nature. So what is so great about this couch you ask? It’s huge! It is an endless playground of kissing, touching and fantastic exploration. It goes on forever! Yes, I am in fact a glutton for punishment too. You just start on one end and and makenyour way through all the twists and turns, it is hours and hours of fun.

It’s fantastic to just sit and imagine the 101 or more uses each area of this sofa has.

Now the glutton in me finds myself sitting here alone, as usual, but it’s the song that came on that made all of this worse. John Mayer – Edge of Desire. Sigh. He speaking my language tonight. Filling my head with such thoughts.

Don’t say a word, just come over and lie here with me, cause I’m just about to set fire to everything I see, I want you so baldly I’ll go back on the things I believe, there I just said it, I’m scared you’ll forget about me.

Sigh sigh sigh.

This glutton is going to finish her evening with the girls, early bedtime means less torture I can put my brain through.

Always with all my love,
Lady X