“Love can sweep you off your feet and carry you along in a way you’ve never known before. But the ride always ends, and you end up feeling lonely and bitter. Wait. It’s not love I’m describing. I’m thinking of a monorail.”
Jack Handey
♦ I like poetry, though I don’t know a great deal. I was pretty surprised when I told Fractal of a Victor Hugo poem I’d found, and loved, and he told me he didn’t know it. It’s a beautiful poem and it says rather well the sorts of things I’d like to say to him. So I tracked down a translation or two.
I’m a fussy cow, though. None suited me. So I did my own, with a few bits borrowed here and there from previous translations of it. I thought some of my more romantic readers might enjoy the poen. So here it is. ♦
Puisque j’ai mis ma lèvre à ta coupe encor pleine ;
Puisque j’ai dans tes mains posé mon front pâli ;
Puisque j’ai respiré parfois la douce haleine
De ton âme, parfum dans l’ombre enseveli ;
Puisqu’il me fut donné de t’entendre me dire
Les mots où se répand le coeur mystérieux ;
Puisque j’ai vu pleurer, puisque j’ai vu sourire
Ta bouche sur ma bouche et tes yeux sur mes yeux ;
Puisque j’ai vu briller sur ma tête ravie
Un rayon de ton astre, hélas ! voilé toujours ;
Puisque j’ai vu tomber dans l’onde de ma vie
Une feuille de rose arrachée à tes jours ;
Je puis maintenant dire aux rapides années :
- Passez ! passez toujours ! je n’ai plus à vieillir !
Allez-vous-en avec vos fleurs toutes fanées ;
J’ai dans l’âme une fleur que nul ne peut cueillir !
Votre aile en le heurtant ne fera rien répandre
Du vase où je m’abreuve et que j’ai bien rempli.
Mon âme a plus de feu que vous n’avez de cendre !
Mon coeur a plus d’amour que vous n’avez d’oubli !
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Since I’ve pressed my lips to your still-brimming bowl;
Since in your hands my pale brow has been laid;
Since I have drawn in the sweet breath of your soul
At times – that perfume hidden in the shade;
Since fortune allowed that I hear you say
The words wherein your heart spoke all its mysteries;
Since I’ve seen your smiles and your dismay,
Your mouth on my mouth, your eyes on my eyes;
Since I have seen shining on my awed head,
A ray from your star, alas! still veiled to me;
Since I have seen one sole rose petal shed
From your days, fall into my life’s sea.
Now I can cry to each swift year:
- “Roll on! roll ever on! For now I age not!
Take your wilted blooms and disappear;
In my soul I’ve a rose that none may cut!”
Though your wing may strike it, you will not dash
A drop from the cup which I have filled well;
My soul has more fire than you have ash!
My heart has more love than you have oblivion’s hell!”
♦ 100,000 hits!♦
♦ Go me!
Yes, some time today I reached my first big milestone in blogging terms: 100, 000 hits. I know plenty of sex blogs get there quicker than this, but feck it, I’m proud of myself.
In this time I’ve gone from mildly open-minded to really rather filthy, from bi-curious to bisexual, from wallflower to the troublemaker, from in a long-distance relationship to shacked-up, from student to professional.
This blog has survived my final year of uni and all the exam stress and dissertation-writing that entails, it’s survived fairly lengthy gaps of no-Tubes, moving from place to place, my first real job, Fractal and I leaving our respective homes and moving in to our new flat, my obsession with Left 4 Dead and also my recent bouts of being so hilariously busy in my ‘free’ time that I’m barely at home.
And I’m still managing, more or less, to keep it on its feet.
I hope you’ve enjoyed helping me reach this little target by visiting and reading my ramblings, I hope they’ve entertained and aroused and enraged and amused and perhaps made you just a little more open, a little more sexual and sensual, a little more deviant and a little more happy with being a real human being who likes sex and fun and filthy with other real human beings.
Rest assured I’m very grateful to each of you for making this blog a success, particularly those of you who’ve stopped and said hello and especially those of you who I feel I’ve come to know somewhat. Thanks for following the Boudoir and for making me smile and, most importantly, think.
Last, but by no means least, thanks to Fractal. You were the one to start my life, my angel. The real bit, anyway. You gave me confidence, beauty, love and companionship, you taught me to love my body and what it can do for myself and others. You introduced me to the wonderful dichotomy that is sex: simple and complicated at once.
I love you, my heart.
So people, I’ve not been able to do everything I’ve wanted with the blog so far, but there’s more to come and I plan to keep writing and improving this place for a very long time.
I wanted to find some suitably celebratory picture to end this wee ego-wank of mine, but I don’t seem to really have anything.
You’d think there’d be something in the 5,951 sexy pictures on my hard drive. (Christ, that’s rather a lot)
So instead I’ll leave you with the picture I took to the hairdresser’s this week. It’s evidently not a picture of me, but it is (give or take) a picture of what my hair looks like now.
Because that’s how thrillingly interesting Blacksilk’s Boudoir is, baby! :P ♦
♦ This Piña Colada is really GOOD!
(Yes, that link is actually relevant. Firstly, you should see that series anyway, if you’re at all geeky and frankly I hope you are. Secondly, I’ve not just said that lead-in sentence for no reason :P)
In all seriousness though, actually really very good, as I’d expected it’d be. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
So, for those of you who don’t know, the lovely people at Durex were kind enough to send me a sample of their Play range of lubricants to review. All five. Lined up by my windowsill, screaming to picked first.
But of course, I’ve already said which would be the first bottle of gorgeous goo to face the test…
I was already naked. It’s a little habit of mine, I get home and in under a minute my clothes are in a pile on the floor and I’m entirely nude. Perhaps I’m a closet naturist.
In any case, this made it much more fun when I pulled Fractal down on top of me on the floor. He was fully clothed, but no less sexy. He looks amazingly hot in his jeans.
He kissed my breasts, lips brushing over my nipples. After a while of this he was anxious to get his clothes off, but I asked him to keep the jeans on. I think I may be getting a fetish. I scratched at his chest and back as he took off his t-shirt.
He wasn’t happy with that.
He told me I needed a spanking.
He made me lie across his lap, my body pressing against his denim-clad hard-on.
Dedicated tester as he is, Fractal thought it would be fun to see what difference the lube made to the spankings.
He poured some of the silky liquid onto the palm of his hand; a glorious smell of sweetness, summers and, yes, Piña Coladas rolled up into my nostrils.
He smoothed in the lube. It felt good. Fractal started to spank me, hard. After a while of this, he poured more lube out, his fingers caressing my pussy and the tight bud of my anus, moving to slide in and out of both.
It felt very good. Certainly I felt no discomfort from his finger probing my ass. The lube was definitely fine enough to sort that out for us.
He told me not to come. He told me not to dare come. He whispered harshly, filthy words assaulting my ears.
I came anyway. There was no chance that I wouldn’t.
I shuddered and rocked on his lap over and over.
When he spanked me in punishment I came again.
He pushed me off his lap, gently. I sat up and took his cock out of his fly. Instantly, Fractal’s hand was on the back of my head, slowly but forcefully moving my lips closer to the blushing head of his penis.
It looked good, but the ‘professional’ side of me took over and I pulled back to pour some of the Piña Colada onto his rock-solid sex.
Mmmm, it tastes frickin’ good too! And I mean really very good. Fractal agrees. It’s got no hint of chemicallyness, it’s not overly obviously synthetic. It’s perhaps for those with a rather sweet tooth (despite being sugar free), but heck, that’s me anyway.
And it’s pretty coladalicious, for a sex aid.
One thing, though, one thing that I really really liked about the taste of this lube: it’s so sweet that it makes you seriously appreciate more savoury flavours.
Flavours such as Cock, Sweat and Musky Sexy Essence of Man.
It’s the contrast, I would guess. The sweet means you really notice the savoury. I was ravenous for Fractal. I needed every inch of skin I could grab. I sucked his cock like a man-starved whore, revelling in finding sections full of glorious gloop and parts where the essential delicious taste of cock shone through.
I can’t emphasis enough how much you should try this.
When he pushed me down on my back I was still nipping at his skin, tongue flicking out to catch lip or neck or arm.
As I say: ravenous.
He fucked me hard, my back rubbing a little on the rough carpet, my legs between his, crossed to squeeze his cock all the better.
When we were done he slumped down on top of me. When we were rested again we discussed our experiment and our shiny new lube.
Our verdict? As if you couldn’t tell from all this.
We loved it. We’d both happily recommend that real people pay the small amount of real money it takes to get hold of a bottle. Perhaps not for those of a savoury palate, but for anyone else it’s a fine, fine lubricant.
Now, only the other 4 to deal with! ♦
♦ Hmm, that title alone suggest I’m too tipsy to be allowed blog access. Ah well.
In any case, just a short line to say I’ve been sent a very generous set of samples (5 in total) for the Durex Play lubricant range, much as Innocent Loverboy and Lace Stockings, among others, have.
They’ve all arrived very nicely and are currently sitting on top of last month’s copy of Scarlet, looking at me.
I’ll be reviewing them this week, though ideally not all at once!
At least, I will be if there’s any left by that point.
I mean, Fractal has nommed a portion of the Piña Colada already.
I can’t work in these conditions! It should be me he’s licking up!
I guess the only solution is to drench myself in the stuff and leave myself open and helpless to his ravaging tongue…
Ooh, I’ve given myself a bit of a temperature… ♦
♦ We’ve got a veritable little treasure chest, Fractal and I.
There’s just not enough hours in the day to use it all. If I didn’t miss being a student already…
So, anyway, I’d been thinking I need to start using a few things more often. Like my Ben-Wa balls. I mean, heck, I’ve had no complaints, but a tighter experience for Fractal on top of increased orgasm strength for me can only be a good thing.
I’ve tried them once or twice before and, whilst it’s too early to tell whether they’re vulcanising my vagoo, they certainly feel good. Damn good. A little unusual at first and quite subtle in their effect, but before long you realise that the merest touch is slowly adding more and more arousal.
After a while they seem to get a bit uncomfortable though. They really needed a good short outing to try them out on again.
It was with this in mind that I started to muse on the upcoming EU elections…
Yes, I know. I’m an odd girl.
But hey, civic duty is civic duty. It just doesn’t hurt to give it a bit of extra oomph. ;)
So, I told Fractal my plan as we got ready to head out and vote. He seemed so-so about the idea at first, I think he’d forgotten (as I had actually) what those little golden balls can do to me. When I tried it out though, he suddenly became much keener.
I slowly inserted the kegel balls, first one, then its partner. My eyes widened as the balls widened me. I let out a low, quiet moan, unbidden. Fractal’s eyes lit up. He pressed against my pubic bone gently, rolling his fingers back and forth.
It felt divine.
The walk to the polling station would surely be exciting. A nice short trip but with plenty of time to get overexcited and full of tension.
Until we discovered that it was located on the next street.
Nice one, politics, nice one.
Luckily, the tale didn’t quite end there… ♦
♦ Just a short post to say I’m off at the family home for a little bit and so won’t really be posting until sometime towards the end of this week.
Absence from the blog, for a little while.
Absence from sexy fun with Crush, too. Which is news you won’t have heard yet. He’s found himself a proper girlfriend and so, naturally, the ‘with benefits’ has to be removed from our friendship. It was out of the blue and I’m going to miss that aspect of things rather a bit.
What I miss most right now though is the third absence. My trip home has had to be sans Fractal. It was a good opportunity to see his family and besides that we have animals to which he is rather badly allergic.
I miss his voice, though I hear it often on the phone. I miss his face, though I always carry a photo in my wallet. I miss warmth, though I will feel it soon and remember it well and fondly.
Fractal’s absence will not last. I’ll see him tomorrow.
But of my three absences, that’s the one that weighs heaviest on my heart
Love you, my dear sweet angel
See you soon ♦
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