Love is like a force of nature; once you're stuck in the hurricane, the best you can do is ride out the storm. If you try to fight against the wind and rain, it can result in being heavily plummeted by sheets of water, slapping you in the face, heavily.
His love is a force that is as strong as the water cascading down from Niagara Falls; I keep trying to resist the pull into his love and even pretend it's not happening, but this just increases the gravitational force. He keeps pouring into me, even stronger still and I have given up fighting this ridiculously lovely force, a feeling so great I don't need to take ecstasy to feel like I'm floating in a drug induced MDMA bubble. I really don't have a choice at this point; he has fallen too hard into me and now my job is to ride the waves and surrender to the flow of the water. It really is less painful than to fight against this beautiful creature of a man.
A sheer week has passed since that fateful night I licked the cum off of his stomach and his love infiltrated my entire being. We melded together in one night and the rest of our time together has been a graceful yet sometimes challenging unfoldment of our hearts' desires. We wrote in our book of love, spending night after night in love-making fantasies, each poetic gesture and word from his lips that would even make Rumi delight in his grave.
"Oh Lo'ren," He would say my name in Hebrew, scream in orgasmic pleasure, stare deeply into my eyes while he addressed me as His Queen, His Princess.
I would always answer, "Yes my King," showing devotion and respect.
"Oh mi amor, mon tressure, mon cheri..." eventually he would just switch his sweet words to French, adoring me in every way that he could.
After a week together of spending the nights in love-making fantasies, which would put most romance novels to shame, each poetic movement and gesture would even make Rumi delight in his grave, we returned back to a lovely night on Venice Beach.
This was a particularly special evening, the moon was hanging low on the horizon, half full with an orange glow as rustic as the fall leaves. The Prince exclaimed with Joy that this was a Jewish holiday where they said a certain prayer and made intentions for the coming year, and that it was particularly auspicious to make these wishes at this time. We were pulled by the ocean's gravity and seduction by the night sky to intertwine our forces with nature and exclaim our new wishes to the Sea. We planted ourselves on the soft sand, always cuddled close and sweetly upon one another's laps and he says with sweet conviction his wish from the universe; for True Love and for a Successful Mindset; we all have the capability to hustle this world into great fame and fortune, and most only WISH for it and don't have what it takes to drive that vision into being. We usually fail out of lack of trying to really accomplish our dreams.
My wish is similar, although he came into my life so suddenly; I was not expecting a lover in my life so i'm still in half denial that he's here. Fully. With a full open heart ready to completely love me with all his being, in loyalty and devotion. Quite the opposite from what i've experience from The Bunny in the past. So when it's here and its REAL it's very surprising and difficult to take in and accept.
We said our wishes to the moon, and I just couldn't help myself but to place my head on his belly, our mortal coils laying upon the sand of the Mother. I started to lick his beautiful cock right there, underneath the moon's orange embrace, his eyes on me, my eyes turned slightly towards the beautiful and rich light of La Luna filling our souls with magic. I didn't want to get too frisky down here as we should still go upstairs and finish the job....
Every time we made love in that first week he wold talk to me so sweetly and just PENETRATE me COMPLETELY with his gaze; his eyes the color of Turkish Coffee, and a beauty that sparkles beyond space and time. I have never locked eyes with a lover like him; I have never been shown such affection and love, continuously from his sweet heart. He screams Hebrew words as he comes with me this first week; screaming literally so all of the homeless people sleeping on the boardwalk can hear. I kind of chuckle knowing the crazy absurdity they must be thinking! Every time my Prince comes it is a huge monumental explosion of his love... it is not a small feat; all time and space is lost, and he completely looses himself in the moment so he has no idea how loud he is SCREAMING when I make him come.
We make love, and before falling asleep, he tells me
"J'taime mi amor."
And the Prince has found his Princess.
