Tag: pleasure

Flash Fiction. African Safari

I wake up to the bright light of morning, listening to the sounds of the insects as the alarm on my phone resonates with the barking guffaw of the zebra (I changed it to enhance the mood). Light is flooding through the walls of the tent. As I stretch and wiggle, luxuriating in the comfort of the bed, I am struck by the contrast of this tent cum up market villa, full of modern conveniences with the rugged unspoilt bush just feet away. Africa, I am in Africa. In a haven in the wilderness.  I sniff the air, it smells warm, dusty with a faint undefinable odour maybe of the red earth itself. The scritch of crickets fills the air, their sound overlaid by the rich song of the birds in the nearby trees. I can hear the muted chink of pans and crockery; the chef must be in the kitchen preparing breakfast.

 The amount of insect and bird life filling the air is amazing. Such a cacophony, it is almost overwhelming as I try to distinguish individual voices. This noise is incredible even without the voices of the large animals, who have gone quiet. Last night there was such a variety of noises permeating the tent, cracks and swishing from a browsing herd of elephants, alarm calls from buck and zebra and the cackle of the hyena sending a chill down my spine. Loved every second. I presume the animals both predator and prey are trying to stay invisible in the brightness if the day.
There is too much to do to stay in bed, so I make a move. The wind gusts and the door of the tent blows open, I walk over to close it, standing for a moment; a flicker of movement catches my eye. I register an impala racing past followed by a cheetah. The kill happens around 7 metres from the door of the tent. Quick and clean. Life begetting life. Awesome moment.  The cheetah turns its head towards me, (it feels an acknowledgement of my presence) then drags the impala into the bush. Wow!! What a start to the day. 

My blood is singing through my veins, my heart thumping that sight has been a pure adrenaline rush. I am privileged to see the power of nature in action.

Indoor or outdoor shower? No contest I must go with the full experience, so it must be the outside bush shower. I walk out onto the deck past the plunge pool, draping a towel around my nakedness. This clever arrangement is like the old, less salubrious camping days and much more to my taste. A canvas screen set up, with a wooden tripod sporting a large plastic bladder filled with water. The floor has a wooden grating to keep the feet clean. I leave my stubble in place and just soap my body then pull the string so that water from the bladder cascades over me, rinsing off the soap and energising my mind. Humming under my breath I shake myself like a dog and stand eyes closed basking for a moment in the heat of the sun. I reach for the towel and walk back to the tent drying myself in total harmony with this world. 

Today I have a scheduled game drive to acclimatise myself to the heat and rhythms of African  life, so different from my typical day. I am at peace relaxed and ready for any surprises that the day will bring. Tomorrow will be more testing, a trek into the wilderness with wild camping and two guides I am bursting with excitement today is the appetiser before the main meal begins. 

On line Friendship

We met on a word game, in cyberspace

We got on well we bonded and chased

We talked and shared, our lives our schemes

Hard to remember, it is a fantasy, a dream

For we only know the other, from the information shared

Keeping secrets, though the soul seems bared

We share our lives, from our own point of view

Not a rounded version from others too

We share an oasis, from life’s woes and cares

We are friends indulging in a cyber-affair

We share great intimacy, its exotic erotic

But its words and pictures, it’s only symbolic

It revs up our hormones and gives us a thrill

Feels so real our needs to fulfil

We find so much in common, it gives us a high

We see the nice bits, not the grumps or the cry

We have a view of another’s life

Sharing the pleasures and some of the strife

We need to remember while the interaction is real

Our mind adds in details, too many, surreal

But the real world comes first, has to be the case

Fantasy is just that, it may have a place

Enjoy the moments the tingle and the fun

If your emotions entangle, it’s time to run

Understand the rule,s keep them in mind

Then friendship not heartbreak will be

The bottom line.

 

Dedicated to all those who meet and interact on line. Relates to Converging Lives the novel.

Soapy

​Soapy and wet

Anticipating yet 

Letting go of control

Pleasure our goal 

Shower pulses

Spray convulses

Against our bodies

Tattoing ecstasies

Fingers slide 

Probe and glide

Building urges 

Feeling surges

Languous heat

Sinuous beat

Entwined. Adult content.

We lay in the darkness our bodies entwined
Twisted together like parasitic vines
We fit well together our bodies conform
Entwined legs and fingers, touch, then trigger thunderstorms
I hear the thunder as our heartbeats increase
See bright shards of light when nearing release
Rivulets of water cascade down our spines
Mixing with stormy fluids to expedite the prize
We lay in the darkness our bodies entwined
Moving together grasping something quite wild
Enacting the storm that’s wild in the night
Grasping our pleasure filled with delight

Small pleasures

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Small pleasures tease my senses
Nature’s bounty so immense
Sitting feeling the warm rays of the sun
Breathing deep, a scent, second to none
Senses almost overwhelmed, with olfactory delight
Beautiful wisteria feasts the eye and intoxicates into the night
Mock orange adds a thread
Smiling, romantic thoughts spread.

Intoxicated

Intoxicated by the feelings
Relaxed chaste dealings
Minds filled with wonder
All else pushed asunder
Is this fantasy, or reality
Inside, or outside, morality
Emotions at the peak
Satisfaction all they seek
Tentative touch
Tingles raise much
Holding eye contact
Body wrestling contact
Heavy breathy sighs
Melting little crys
Dancing to the rhythms
Until pleasure peaks like in the films
Make it happen again

Dancing to Pleasure.

Hold me in your arms
So susceptible ,to your charms
Dancing nice and slow
Feelings grow and grow
Stroke me as we dance
Excited I feel your Lance
Swaying to the beat
Friction ups the heat
Looking into your eyes
My feelings a surprise
I need to take you in
Be subsumed, skin on skin
Pleasure so complete
Totally hard to beat
Keep it nice and slow
Want to feel the glow
Sinuous and damp
Movements become ramped
Dancing dancing to pleasure.

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Making fantasies together

We are the makers of our fantasies
Steering us away from reality
Made of images we create in our minds
Leading us towards the wildness we can find
Together we explore all realms of being
Sensual maybe kinky but totally freeing
Trust that binds us allows for sharing
All ideas pondered our intimacy baring
Expression lands us raw and intense
Ideas unlocked excitingly immense
So many situations and fun to try out
Partners of pleasure no limits no doubt
Flying high on clouds of delight
Fanning the flames our joy alights
Making the visions we hold in our head
Come alive and excite instead