Let me dream forever....

In the shadows it awakes the desire
But you know that you can't realize
And the pressure will just keep rising
Now the heat is on
                                                          Within Temptation - Where is the edge?

As usual I had that dream again last night, and surprisingly it had lasted a little bit longer. I have copied the dream into this post and I will continue from there.

As I stared out to the ocean before me, I could feel someone's eyes boring into my back. I slowly faced towards him and I could his eyes begging for me to take his out-stretched hand. My body seemed to know what it wanted as my legs started to move towards him. The closer I stepped towards him, the more my body felt alive. Why was I reacting this way? He must have decided that I was taking too long to reach him, as he moved so quickly his body was pressed against mine. Soon as we touched it had felt like time had stopped. His hand grazed against my cheek, and with a sweet caress I melted into him. I gazed into his soulful eyes; I knew I was home. Without any warning his lips swept across mine. 

I reciprocated the kiss, and I could feel the power radiating from him. Dominance. That was what he wanted. In that moment I was willing to surrender to him. My control was slipping away. In one swift movement, I was placed upon a blanket. Surrounded by the calm, gentle waves and only the moonlight glow in sight, I realised we were most definitely alone. With my heart pounding, I could make out the features off his face. Finally I could see what he looked like, but once I saw his eyes, I was lost. I moved my hand to reach out to him, to bring him closer to me, but his grip stilled my movement. His lips parted and a small word was released. 'Patience'. Patience for what. My body was getting restless. Was I to wait for him to make the first movement. I couldn't wait. I needed him. I tried to speak but my words were stuck in my throat. The grip on my body was liberated, his hands moved slowly from my waist up to my face, and a finger was placed upon my lips. Gazing at his face, I noticed a crooked smile. What game were we playing. I was prey for the lion, for him. He had hunted me and now he wanted to toy with me. 

And that was as far as I got. I have a rough idea who this guy is but hopefully tonight I will dream more and my suspicions will be confirmed.

qui amatorios affectu - Part 2

Not so long ago I submitted a post describing the feelings that are aroused during my tattoo sessions. However due to other commitments and other activities, I completely forgot to update it. So a month has passed since my last tattoo was coloured in and I believe I am ready to describe that experience to you.

My most recent visit to the tattoo parlour was interesting to say the least. I had the outline done back in February/March time so this venture was simply to complete the design. Yes I can hear you guys saying 'get to the good stuff instead of rambling' but hey I need to set the scene. I don't remember much of the actual sitting to begin with, as I was running straight off my adrenaline.  But then all of a sudden new feelings had been awoken within me. I had finally remembered why I liked getting tattooed.

I could feel the ink gun sketch across my shoulder, in the most sensual way ever. It was like having someone using their fingers to stroke your back. If you are like me, then any way someone touches my back is arousing, so having someone mark me with their ink takes it to a whole new level. At some points in the sitting I could feel a painful burn, but that was subdued when the combination of hands and ink took over my body.

Now just because it feels erotic for me to get a tattoo, it doesn't mean that I will be covering my body any time soon. I would happily let someone take a pen and draw over my body and that would be enough. It is simply more about letting someone have the power to decide what goes onto my body and how they display their art is more sensual to me than the tattoo itself.

Don't get me wrong, I love my tattoos and each of them mean something to me, but if someone asked if they could draw on me I would be even happier.

qui amatorios affectu part 1

Or that erotic feeling...

No this is not a post about sex, or anything pertaining to it- almost- but in fact this is a post about why I get addicted to tattoos. I figured this out from a weird dream I had last night...

 I woke up in a tattoo parlour snuggled into the tattooist. We moved slowly and sensually to the shower were we lathered each other in soap, exploring each other. He asked me to allow him to tattoo me again. "To mark you" he said...

That's all I'm telling of my dream but it made me think. Some people say that a kiss on the neck (or a bite) is erotic, making a mark of possession. Well for me tattoos are my mark. Someone taking their time to mark my skin with their design. To draw their art on to my skin is erotic to me. I've never felt pain* with any of my tattoos, but a sense of pleasure, almost sending me into a peaceful state. To feel that gun score my skin, being forever etched is a way for me to be seduced. 

The above may sound weird but it's not an addiction for me. I could stop getting tattooed at any point, to move on to something else. Spend my money else where. But the feeling I get from the tattoo is almost like an aphrodisiac. 

I will add more to this post when I get my next tattoo. When I can really think about how it makes me feel.  But for now the memory of the art upon my skin shall have to see me through. 

* Yes I do feel pain if I have been tattooed for a long time in one session. But the beginning and the end are such a sensualistic experience that I need to feel again.