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Languid Sensual Fionia

2011-07-05T06:46:00.000-07:00

Mr. X took me on an expedition into the primeval forest -- an ancient forest of great beauty... the air was warm and lightly scented with jasmine and the landscape was punctuated by languid rose and plum colored vines of wisteria.

Walking along a forest path -- we came to a magical pool with a sacred lotus floating and swaying in the middle -- it seemed to be beckoning me to explore its gentle blue silk like tentacles. Mr X whispered to me -- "Sita --go to the lotus -- there is a surprise waiting for you...."

I stood on the lotus and was engulfed... slowly to emerge from its glowing center -- I was transformed and dressed in a new creation by CD -- I felt as though I was Aphrodite emerging from the ocean in all her sensual splendar. CD's new creation, Fiona consists of a resplendent black lace silk jacket -- sensual silk stockings replete with lace --silken garders framed my legs and the smallest lace mini skirt I have ever seen was draped around tight black leather thongs.... complimented by a corset of leather with a zipper conveniently placed --- running down my ample chest... leather and lace --potent primeval sensuality....

Mr. X took me by the hand and we strode through this magical forest of sensuality...exhausting ourselves in excesses of all kinds, seeking every pleasure known to lovers, fired by images, and words and descriptions, of touch and taste and smell.....
Silk again, silk under the fingers, silk between legs, silky shoulders, neck, hair. Lips of silk under trembling fingers. In the forest -- it was like a night at an opium den, the caresses lengthened, the suspense preciously sustained... Mr. X it has been so long -- as fireworks implode...i surrender to your touch......

Sita Writer.....

Sensual Sense…

2011-02-13T10:41:00.000-08:00

In the garden of my palace, a wide platform swing sways gently under two enormous mango trees…cicadas drone outside the garden walls beneath the rising sun…. slowly – shadows and sunlight dance around me – I feel adrift, tetherless, suspended, in the growing light.

A glimmer of red and pink catch my eye – a beautiful gift box has been lain at my feet --- feeling a surge of excitement, I wonder what CD has created this time……LOLA it says and as I open the box, I see one of CD’s most sultry designs to date.

Trying on the sheer body suit – it embraces my soft skin warm and scented with amber, patchouli and musk – I felt as one with this sexy design… as it coils around me – like a saffron colored silken snake --- deadly delicious – decadent and hypnotically beckoning…it curls around my nipples as hard as sea pearls offering oceans of delight…

Wearing this exquisite sheer lingerie is reminiscent of erotic scents that are edible, like succulent fruits, spices, vanilla, nutmeg, mango, --- they make you want to savor

each luscious lick.

Thinking of Mr. X – I realize that some of his wisdom resides in places where I did not initially think to look--- the the tips of his fingers and palms of his hands, in the dark hair that curls on his chest…sometimes his wisdom is not in words – but in touch; a poetry of stroking, of fondling, of embraces, of caresses dry and wet.

Echos of passionate memories cascading........ his hands tingle against me smooth, relentless, searching---- finding---- every flash point.... like this citron colored twisting silk--- that winds around me binding like rope – awakening the senses.......stoking a deep fire within.

Sublime in detail with shimmering veils of radiance--- I wait for him. In a secret place where time does not exist…and where desire makes us slaves.

2010-10-15T14:59:00.000-07:00

Lavender -- Lace & The Khamsin

2010-07-18T12:34:00.000-07:00

It is that time of year again -- when the land becomes hot and dry --- a khamsin wind sweeping the land.... at sunset it turns the sky red with the dust creating -- afterglow ...bringing back memories of lovemaking -- for hours -- as the sun sinks into the river and twilight emerges with her purple sirens softly beckoning the cool caressing winds of midnight. Outside my tent I wait for Mr. X to arrive --- I cannot wait for his warm embrace and to submit to him in an erotic celebration of us…so wanton… perfect…so enticingly hot…submission to passion is joy….

What shall I wear to beguile... I look to Gwen a new design by CD and one of his best yet....I feel like an enchantress in the sheer lace silk top with strategically placed roses adorning my breasts and the elegant lace skirt sheer and sexy that is shot with lavender and silver that flows around soft silk stockings with beautiful lace accents. Gwen evokes a beautiful, sexy silhouette.

As I wait for Mr. X I imagine kissing him– amid a fragrant sea of lavender flowers ....

Gently he tugs at the silvery lace of my skirt…he whispers that he loves the way it falls at my ankles like a cluster of hyacinths...softly he takes me in his arms...and is amazed by the sultry silken silver threads of my camisole ---he whispers... this my darling is an outfit made for a night of passion... hot, carnal...essential...eternal like the winds of the Khamsin....

Full Moon Over Kilimanjaro

2010-06-27T13:42:00.000-07:00

Full Moon Over Kilimanjaro

One of the most amazing things I have done with Mr. X this month is to awake in the cold pre-dawn camp lovingly referred to by many trekkers as Campi ya Kanzi, one of the world’s best places to escape everything…. The camp is romantically situated in the crater of Mount Kilimanjaro. Awaking to a mist shrouded rose colored dawn I looked for Mr. X --- only to find him cooking breakfast for us over hot coals…that gleamed in the breaking rays of sunshine like the shafts of gold in his glacier blue eyes. After breakfast he asked me if I was up for a stroll in the mountains with him -- how could I resist ! He hoisted a daypack of goodies across his wide shoulders and we headed out into the cool mountain air for a day of discovery.

As we strolled along, hand in hand, we talked of life and love and the changing tide of feelings and emotions. Although we have drifted apart, he will always be in my heart and I treasure the time we spend together. This day was particularly grand.

We took our time reaching the summit of this glorious asteroid- sized mountain – with views that endure a lifetime. Mr. X packed a fabulous dinner and we dined on a variety hot curries, rice and finished off the feast with my favorite -- chai masala. I snuggled into the fur coat that CD gave me as a good luck gift for my mountain ramble. Ah CD I made it --- to the very pinnacle --- in style bursting with happiness and the sweet taste of success – and chai masala!

That night, the moon, was like a great white opalescent compass -- a beautiful silvery orb that showed brilliantly as we descended the mountain to return to camp….tired and fulfilled.

Sita and Mr. X - :(

2010-01-28T19:14:00.000-08:00

Sometimes sl catches you by surprise -- and puts u in a whirlwind of emotion... the X factor -- left me dissolving and sad by underhanded non communication -- it was brilliant... and well played... I was not the goal.... But....

I am here to be found...... I wear cd's Daniella in red... and think....of X and of course forget him-- and look to spring and CD's new line --- sexy -- fabulous --- he designs for women of taste -- we evoke and are the essence of sensuality.... and then -- there is the one we always leave behind or are left behind ---- tears... Mr. x I wonder....

HOW IS IT THAT WE SHALL MEET AGAIN?
ON A GENERIC STREET
IN SOME NAMELESS CITY
OR
IN THE CRUSH OF THE CROWDS
IN MIDTOWN AT NOON

WILL IT BE AFTER WE HAVE PASSED THROUGH THE STAR STUDDED VOID OF ETERNITY…….
OR ON A REMOTE TROPICAL ISLAND --
SULTRY AND SUNRIPENED….
ON WHAT PAGE --- ---OR BOOK –
IN WHAT FRAGMENT OF A MELODY -----
LOST IN TIME...HOURS & MINUTES....
WE HAVE WASTED YEARS
PERHAPS IT WILL BE IN THE LABYRINTHINE STREETS
OF A COLORFUL CHOWK IN INDIA -- FRAGRANT WITH THE SPICES OF THE ORIENT…

OR IN THE FLEETING GLINT OF ANONYMOUS EYES …
WITH YOUR SMOLDERING INTENSITY....

SHALL IT BE IN A DIONYSIAN DAYDREAM --
INDUCED AND RECALLED ONLY
TO FADE
LIKE THE MORNING MIST SURROUNDING
ANCIENT JAVANESE TEMPLES….

TONIGHT I THINK OF YOU -------

DISTANT ----
A PENUMBRA

HIDING IN THE SHADOWS OF MY MIND LIKE THE
BRIEF MEETING OF IMPASSIONED LIPS ---
ELEMENTAL AND ABSOLUTE.

PERHAPS,
WE SHALL SIMPLY AWAKEN FROM AN ENCHANTED SLEEP,
BODIES ENTWINED --- STILL LOVERS

FROM THE MYTHS OF THE AGES

SEARCHING FOR THE GOLDEN THREAD OF ARIADNE

LEADING DEEP INTO THE LABYRINTH….

I await cd's newest creation... I always feel alluring - sensual -- kiss CD for all you do...

Sita Writer....

The Alps… and Mr. X

2009-12-16T20:30:00.001-08:00

As I emerged from my steamy bath of lavender, jasmine and sandalwood – Mr. X stepped out of a cloud of steam with the softest most luxurious towel…as he enfolded me in the towel and then his arms – he kissed my neck and told me I smelled delectable – like the scent of his favorite childhood memory. Ah Mr. X, the sense of smell is so important – and sometimes a sense that we take for granted and do not often think about. He smiled at me as he always does, pulling me closer to him – he whispered let me take you to a place where the scent of the air is as fresh as the beginning of time itself.
Dressed in one of my all time favorites. Dentella in white lace I awaited Mr. X’s tp….

The air was crystalline cold, the sky a deep sapphire blue as I gazed upon a primordial deep lake of diamantine clarity surrounded by the Swiss Alps…Mr. X transported me to the fairy tale village of St Moritz…and I was freezing in my white lace…. True to form Mr. X handed me a large box --- he said Sita my love – wearing this you will outshine the northern lights…shaking from the cold I opened the package to find the most beautiful PETA approved fur coat I have ever seen – the blend and balance of furs and leather – soft – warm – sensual was perfection… it seems that CD has outdone himself with this decadent fur coat….sexy and warm. As Mr. X helped me put the coat on….I felt like an alpine queen as I gazed around at this frozen landscape that is alive and majestic – not comparable to anything, not repeated anyplace --- aware of its own ancient place and its own life force – I felt alive and invigorated as Mr. X took my hand and led me to a sleigh…

I wrapped my fur around me as the sleigh climbed the majestic Alps --- their peaks soaring higher and higher, presenting spectacular scenery of textured whites blended with grey and lush forest green….here amidst the awe-inspiring peaks, we found a special place of solitude where we reflected upon the world below and of our love of adventure, glamour and beauty…..

Mr. X in the land of Komodo

2009-08-17T18:16:00.001-07:00

Mr. X stepped out of a rainbow onto my dancing deck – it had been so long since I felt his warm embrace…how I have missed his wise consul. Sita – let us drift and explore forgotten kingdoms of silk and gold, revel with firewalkers, pearl divers and pirates…dance with silk turbaned villains and bejeweled courtesans…. As he took my hand he told me that we would follow the monsoon trading cycle in search of fragrant spices, rare animals, exotic butterflies, and iridescent flora and fauna. He handed me a beautiful black box with a golden ribbon – inside was a splendidly soft silken outfit called Red Dragon… the crimson slacks were emblazoned with golden dragons… the top was intricately and erotically woven with diamonds that sparkled up the afternoon. It was so beautiful that I couldn’t wait to wear it --- I felt like a dragon queen ready to pounce on the next adventure….. Mr X said one word….Komodo. I was ready. We approached Komodo island's steep jungled hillsides to see the giant mythical Komodo Dragons… the largest lizards in the world with fire tongues and powerful tails… they are one of the largest predators – known for their stealth – their powerful jaws, serrated teeth and toxic saliva that causes lethal infections once bitten. Perched on a rocky outcrop high above the azure ocean we watched these large beasts as they hunt. It is an incredible spectacle of power, stealth and cunning. As we wandered this idyllic island – we heard a soft wailing—and whimpering sound…slowly we approached a cave --- only to find an ailing wounded dragoness. Much like Androcles, the mythic hero, Mr. X went to her and gently pulled a large thorn from her footpad, and bandaged it. As a result, the Dragoness with her yellow fire tongue, much like the golden color of the dragons on my pants became our escort providing safe passage for Mr. X and me throughtout the magical kingdom of Komodo.

Mr. X and the Reflecting Pools….

2009-06-15T11:43:00.000-07:00

Sometimes we do silly things… other times downright stupid things. Upon our return from the “Emerald Isle” Mr. X decided to make a romantic garden…for us…to enjoy. He laid down the most elaborate reflecting pools of pink marble. Between the two pools, he made a marble mosaic that picked up the colors of the water and marble reflecting pools. He artfully placed a beautiful three tiered fountain in the Moroccan style made by Satir De Cuir on the marble mosaic creating a beautiful centerpiece for the pools.

Strolling around the reflecting pools, Mr. X designed elaborate pathways that led to our large roman pleasure pool. As we sat on the high terrace of the pool looking across the landscape – we saw an azure ribbon of water to the sea. In a quite moment, Mr. X suggested that the landscape needed a meadow of flowers… rare rhododendrons, heritage red roses, perhaps a secretive path that would wind down past limestone cliffs and offer glimpses of a river, lily ponds and a wild meadow beyond…. I called on my Celtic friend Kittie to help me design a landscape of flowers from a dream… unmanicured, informal, intimate and romantic all at once…..as I believe the very essence of romance is its uncertainty.

Standing in a sea of roses punctuated by brightly colored butterflies watching the moonlight silvering the dark foliage of the orange trees….a gentle wafting breeze …. the fragrance of orange, lemon, honeysuckle and plumeria -- a mockingbird singing…..I wait for Mr. X. In the distance, I see night blooming jasmine, moonflowers, spring rice, and butterfly ginger that look like luminous butterflies in the deepening dusk of night.

I decided to put on one of my favorites from CD’s ever growing collection… Celtic Cindy…. luxuriantly green, soft and supple silk with white lace gloves and stockings…crowned by a floral Celtic symbol on the back of the sheer silk shirt… it is perfect for a languorous evening stroll and dance under the stars. It makes me feel alluring as I stand in this romantic garden looking at all the beauty reflected in the pools….

Looking around… I noticed a swan landed in the reflecting pool…hmmm I thought – the swan does not belong there… so I took it… along with the entire reflecting pool… I could not believe my eyes… gone in a poof…don’t you just hate when you do that!!

Within minutes, like my knight in shining amour, Mr. X appeared with a wiry smile, he said, I think I have something you may want back…and with great flourish the reflecting pool appeared again… Mr. X, can you please lock it…. He smiled and said I already did!

Sita Writer

Mr. X and Opalescent Night

2009-04-29T18:10:00.000-07:00

Mr. X asked me to join him for dinner and a romantic dance under the star studded sky… on beautiful Lake Pichola…. He tped me to a magnificent jetty where a gold barge with red sails was waiting to transport us to what seemed to be a sparking opal in the moonlight --- the Lake Palace on Jag Niwas island… it’s allure is enchantment and romance that is unforgettable.

The entrance is made of the whitest marble I have ever seen and its courtyards are lined with columns and pillared terraces, fountains and gardens. Oh Mr. X – this is so regal – he smiles at me and says, my darling do you think I would forget your birthday ? I want this night to be of splendors most people dream about. He takes my hand and leads me to the upper terrace that is a perfect circle – the floor is inlaid with black and white marbles from the most treasured quarries and the walls are richly ornamented with niches and decorated with arabesques of different colored stones…layers of patterns…..

On the terrace Mr. X handed me a beautiful box wrapped in colors of the night – Mr. X said – please open it – a gift fit for my princess… inside was CD’s Daniela --- the blouse a dream of sheer silk – richly patterned with arabesques – subtle and sexy --- richly accented with buttons and enhanced by a beautiful collar to show off the neckline…. And a simple black heavy silk skirt edged with a ribbon of color – that swirls and sways sensuously against my legs ---- it is pleasure to touch…. Mr. X this is exquisite… he smiles at me as he always does……

After I slipped it on – I noticed that the richness of the marble walls of this magnificent palace are reminiscent of the swirls in my blouse – Mr. X drew me close to him – his strong arms around me caressing the sheer silk ---- we began to dance under the opalescent moon in the gleaming white marble palace – I did indeed feel like a beloved princess...looking forward to a horizon of possibilities that flow between Mr. X and I -- a current endlessly intriguing.....

Sita Writer

Sita and The "E" Factor...

2009-04-14T12:45:00.001-07:00

I decided to apply for a promotion…. I worked hard and thought it was time to bring my status up in regard to my relationship with the company that I had been working on for a long time --- well over a year --- Evasion INC. I decided to "doll" myself up --- but --- what to wear? I know, the hottest executive wear on the grid ---- CD’s incomparable “Barbara”. .. sleek – modern – all business with a hint of seduction… elegant and professional. The jacket is understated and perfect -- with undertones of seduction like a beguiled memory --- always changing as the river of life and love ----hopes and dreams... continually flowing. I put it on and --- I looked at myself and I thought -- evade this --- Mr. "E"! I strolled into "Mr. E’s" office overlooking the city skyline – granted, I was nervous --- this promotion involved so many abstract ideas – and concepts – I wondered how he would like the presentation.... Personally, I don't think Mr. E likes abstractions that involve too many strokes of the keyboard. How can I hold myself back thinking about what I would like to stroke ---- he does enjoy looking at the plunging neckline of my soft silk shirt.... I see a gleam in his eyes... he values relationships... and ... partnerships are so important........in terms of growth. I have to make this presentation, short and sweet just like the black skirt I am wearing that CD designed. Mr. E is so kind and so elusive --- and yet --- I think Barbara’s black silk and lace jacket with it's innocent pink shirt and plunging neckline will entice Mr. E to bring me into the partnership of the company…. Mr. E likes cat and mouse --- and he is sweet and looks at me and our work profile with respect and nods and smiles --- connection! I feel the fresh breeze of spring knowing we are twins of spirit no matter what we forsake....

Sita Writer

Mr. X and the Slender Virgin

2009-03-13T09:24:00.000-07:00

As Mr. X and I joined Princess Alana we heard the tale of the Temple of Prambanan and the Prince…her true and fatal love. She led us through a labyrinth of connecting corridors--- levels of clear blue water --- gilded green grottos of falling water ---surrounded by richly carved walls of black lava -- this place is like a dream --- of black, aqua and pink– reminding me of Cd’s Bertha --- sensual tight black latex with sweet aqua and spandex pink socks --- so alluring… i love the aqua spandex top -- tattered and torn in all the right places -- and a sexy black skirt that swirls back and forth as I follow the princess through the corridors of the taman sari water palace. As the incense spiraled she began to spin her tale of the legend of Prince Bandung who fell in love with Princess Lara Jonggrang, the daughter of King Boko. The princess rejected his proposal of marriage because Prince Bandung had killed King Boko and ruled her kingdom. Prince Bandung insisted on the union, and finally Princess Lara Jonggrang was forced to agree to marry the prince. Trying to think of a way to avoid the marriage the Princess posed one impossible condition: that Prince Bandung must build her a thousand temples in only one night. The Prince entered into meditation and conjured up a multitude of spirits and demons from the heaven and hell. Helped by these supernatural beings, the Prince succeeded in building 999 temples by the time the sun rose. When the prince was about to complete the condition, the princess woke and ordered her palace maids to begin pounding rice --- the maids set a fire to the east of the temple being built by the Prince, attempting to make the prince and the spirits believe that the sun was about to rise. As the cocks began to crow, fooled by the light and the sounds of morning, the supernatural helpers fled back into the ground, leaving one more temple to be built. The prince was furious about the trick and in revenge he cursed Princess Lara Jonggrang to stone. The princess became the last and the most beautiful of the thousand statues built by the prince. According to the traditions, the unfinished thousandth temple created by the demons become the Sewu temple (Sewu means "thousands" in Javanese), and the Princess is the image of Durga in the north cell of the Shiva temple at Prambanan, which is still known as Lara Jonggrang or Slender Virgin.

Mr. X and Princess Alana

2009-02-11T19:19:00.000-08:00

The Monk told us that we would find Princess Alana at Pranbanam, so in the late afternoon Mr. X and I began our journey to Pranbanam to seek an audience with Princess Alana.

We strolled along a broad country road, passing homes made of beautifully carved stone. Colorful piles of exotic fruits lined the road…crimson rambutans, bell shaped rose apples, pink dragon fruit with their creamy centers and delicate aroma and our favorite--- purple mangosteens whose pulp melts away in your mouth like a ripe peach or strawberry-- and has a taste which nobody can describe any more than one can tell how a canary sings or a rose smells. The road was shaded by large banyan trees draped with flowering vines. As the road curved there was a break in the wall of trees --- it was then that we caught our first glimpse of Pranbanam… home of Princess Alana.

Three wide avenues lined with reflecting pools and framed by lush plantings of red hibiscus are surrounded by four rows of 224 intricately carved shrines. Beyond, rising like a fantasy in stone on a central platform are the main shrines of Pranbanam… the Candi of Shiva the Destroyer, Vishnu the Preserver and Brahma the Creator. In the center of this massive fortification of sand and limestone, we were told to wait for the princess.

Princess Alana arrived resplendent before us accompanied by the sweet haunting sound of a gamelan orchestra – composed of metallophones, drums, flutes and other instruments whose wondrous music is pure and mysterious – like moonlight -- and always changing like flowing water. Princess Alana was wearing her namesake, "Alana" – a stunning ensemble of midnight reflected with moon glow – her skirt reflects 100,000 hours of desire --- Alana is on the wind… in the air… the scent of allure… the motion of a ship under full sail -- confident --- sexy --- tantalizing ----- a siren of the sea --- racing -----toward the heart of the horizon… a dream disloving in the lace intimacies of midnight yearning...the essence of passion...

We asked her how this fabulous fantasy of stone was built --- she invited us to join her at Taman Sari -- her water palace to hear the tale of Pranbanam......

Sita Writer

Mr. X and The Monk

2009-01-31T13:42:00.000-08:00

Reaching the summit of the temple, we were surrounded by 72 stuppas, each one embellished by silver and gold lattice that shown as brilliantly as the sun itself. I felt we had reached another universe or dimension. Inside each stupa sat a serene Buddha of the darkest stone – looking outward toward Mount Meru with the eternal smile of serene confidence. Sitting alone surrounded by this sumptuous monument was a small man bent and wizened. He wore gracefully draped saffron colored robes. He smiled and invited us to sit with him. He looked at me dramatically attired in Marquis in Green – he smiled and said, Princess you are like a goddess of fecundity…. in that luscious green and black… satin and leather gown accented by lace and crowned by flowing black hair. He thought I looked like a living Apsara, a celestial maiden – pleasing to the Gods bringing joy and love to the temple and landscape…Marquise in green is like a magnificent emerald rare and treasured --- unforgettable as the lush landscape that surrounded us. In the elegance of Nathalia's flowing red and silver my eyes meet Mr. X's-- in the sweet bliss of acknowledgement that that a little part of me in Mr. X will be there always -- cherished.... The monk began to tell us a tale of a city…. He asked --- "can you imagine a white city, rising up majestically at the estuary of a river, a city whose history goes back to the dawn of time… a city whose beauty and culture was enhanced over the centuries by kings and queens, nobles and merchants… a royal city…." He told us that we sat in the very heart of that once great city … As we listened to the cadence of his voice -- under the hot tropic sun and gentle spice breeze -- he began to weave a spell ---- that left us sitting in rapt amazement as he continued to tell the tale of the prince and princess………….

Sita Writer....

Mr. X Explores Borobudor

2009-01-21T13:34:00.001-08:00

After hearing the tale of the bewitching princess, Mr. X and I headed out into the steamy rose- colored dawn to explore this edifice built in hope of winning the love of a beloved princess.

This massive temple is exquisitely set amid a verdant plain surrounded by rice fields and wave upon wave of multi colored flowers that dazzled the eye to the hibiscus blue horizon. As we approached the temple, Mr. X thought it looked like a colossal wedding cake of relief’s… I thought ---how fitting… for the love of a sweet prince for his princess.

We began our ascent up a black lava staircase adorned with graceful gold gilded Apsara’s and turned onto a seemingly endless corridor of relief’s depicting festivals and celestial ceremonies, journeys and adventures –and of course scenes of passionate embraces and midnight rendevous. I loved the relief’s where the prince offered the princess her choice of a vast array of priceless jewels, precious porcelain, richly colored carpets and embroidered silks truly a treasure trove of delight…. and of course a caravan of fashions inspired by CD Benelli. As they walked hand in hand gentle kinari’s strewn -- flower petals around their feet and precious incense swirled like gentle rain.

Corridors lead to hidden courtyards of ivory and ochre—stairways and hidden passageways lead to more relief’s and stairs….Mr. X took my hand as we explored this maze of marvels that celebrated the lives of the prince and princess -- tales unfurling before us like a toreador’s cape...dramatic -- sedate -- passionate --- a life carved in stone... memories built for eternity.

Climbing the first and second terraces of this great temple hand in hand – I fell in love all over again with my Prince, Mr. X – thankful for the adventures we have had and looking forward to the ones to come.

Together we wonder how the Prince and Princess will meet again...in what city... on what street or bazaar... perhaps it shall be at a sumptious banquet or in a quiet garden under the naked brilliance of the night sky..........

Sita Writer

Mr. X and the Tale of Borobudur

2008-12-23T18:57:00.001-08:00

I remember the first still, long lotus night in the passagragan’s portico – I was awake as Mr. X slept—so peacefully. As dawn arrived with her rose colored legions not a sound broke the stillness save the slow occasional rustle of palm branches and the song of birds. From the portico we had a splendid view of the terraced temple called Borobudur.

At breakfast the hostess told us a tale of the temple that arose before us – a multi layered epic of unrequited love.

The temple rose over night at the bidding of the King of Boro Boedor. It was not built by human hands, but by the King’s son, a god in his own right, in expectation of his princess bride. The prince built the temple to perfection.

The princess shaded by a golden umbrella spreading from a jeweled staff came to inspect the great work of art, with her royal retinue. She was a dream dressed Nelly Blues. She floated on the scent of clean citrus fruits and florals --- warm wood musk that enveloped the spirit of the Prince embracing him in the sensuality of the blues, sea greens, and golds of her oceanic spirit. Her gown was layered in brilliant tropic colors of the sea and sand… aqua melting to sea green and gold accented by exquisite tonal embroidery of silver and opalescent pearls of the rarest quality. How could he resist the Princess dressed in Nelly Blues…

The Princess gazed at this three- tiered temple in awe and reverence and spent hours admiring its walls and balustrades decorated with exquisitely carved bas- relief’s. Climbing the terraces she saw hundreds of statues serenely looking to Mount Meru. Reaching the summit of the temple, hand in hand with the prince she saw 72 openwork stupas, each containing a statue of the Buddha. She proclaimed the images and statues the most beautiful she had ever seen.

Sadly, she told the prince she could no more love him than the statues could love him as the beauty he created for her was for the pleasure of the Gods of Mount Meru and would take a lifetime to understand and appreciate. The Prince told her they had time enough. Flashing an irresistible smile, she turned and left the prince to brood upon the puzzle of the Eternal Feminine. He watched her depart in a swirl of the ocean aqua, blue, green and gold dressed in the color of a rainbow ---- Nelly Blues.

Sita Writer

Mr. X and the Land of Waking Dreams

2008-11-30T17:55:00.001-08:00

A friend of ours --- recently got married and went on a cruise. As Mr. X and I were curled up in our new grotto listening to the gentle falling water splash over moss colored rocks – we decided that we would get terribly bored on a cruise…. With one exception…a cruise to the land of waking dreams – to the islands in the ring of fire. We arrived at dawn. As the sun rose we stood hand and hand watching gray blue mountains rise from the sea, grow in height, massive volcanic peaks of the most lovely proportions, dominating the purest, pale-blue sky. Soft clouds floated up and clung to the summits; the blue and green at the water’s edge merged into groves and lines of palms; and over the sea and sky. Mr. X told me that the wonderland before us had all the elements of the dewy freshness of dawn in Eden. Sita smiles, he always takes me to such profoundly beautiful places. A skyline of tall areca palms, massed flame trees, and tamarinds, with vivid-leafed bougainvillea vines pouring down from one tree top and mantling two or three smaller trees filled the immediate view from the great portico hall where we sat drinking our morning tea. Suddenly a flurry of brilliantly colored butterflies flashed like tongues of flame across our view followed by scarlet minivers, and crimson and black orioles. A soft whistle from Mr. X brought a flock of azure and iris winged pigeons that settled before us in all the sheen and beauty of their plumage. Just beyond were more butterflies flashing amid the flowers with intense prismatic blues—like gleaming sapphires amid the emerald green forest that was overpowering with fresh sweetness. At that moment Mr. X gave me Nubria in Green– a sensually sheer skirt accented with delicate green lace around the bottom edge of skirt, drawing attention to finally detailed stockings. The top is made of the sheerest black silk with hints of green to keep me cool in the tropic heat. As I admired the shirt, I saw two delicately colored butterflies on each arm in scintillating greens and pinks and yellows. Turning the top over, I saw the most elegant butterfly intricate in its beauty emblazoned on the back of the shirt. Thanking Mr. X -- I looked deep into his eyes knowing that our adventure renews itself endlessly as our relationship continues to grow into an epic love that will be treasured like the fragile beauty of a butterfly.

Sita Writer

Mr X and Dentelle Dream....

2008-11-11T16:50:00.000-08:00

I have had better weeks -- in RL the flu -- whatever you do --- don't get it !! In SL, sadly, I only saw Mr. X for five minutes. It seems he has the flu as well ---- could it have been all those fabulous virtual kisses :)))) oh la la! Tonight, I think of Mr. X with great tenderness. I am lounging on the balcony of my Moroccan Palace designed by Satir DeCuir dressed in CD’s alabaster Dentelle Dream -- a delicately sensual sheer white floral fantasy. If only Mr. X could be with me now…. The sheer lace camisole – so soft against my skin, it is a form fitting floral alabaster mosaic creating images of fire ---- and luxurious indulgences. The white lace thong is delectable -- the transparent stockings are made of the finest silk accented by a border of cream white lace. When the camisole, stockings and thong are combined with CD’s exquisitely detailed garter belt the entire ensemble is transformed into an exquisite dream of textured alabaster. To pass the time until Mr. X steps out of moon glow, I will write a poem for him on a note card and drop it in his profile --- he will find me waiting for him ---adorned in a mix of textured alabaster lace – soft and alluring – Dentelle Dream….

Everyone is sleeping. Nothing wakes. The woods are motionless. The wind is down to a whisper. Sleep hums like current -- yes, audibly --- through the night. The evening star rises like a flaming wick. Hills fit into hills like lovers, their great straddling thighs clasping still greater darkness where they meet. A star breaks, arcs down the night --- like God striking a match across the cathedral ceiling. Therefore I wish: see my lips move: making your name. It is so still. I am sure that you must hear me

Sita Writer

Mr. X and Gold Temptation

2008-10-27T17:09:00.000-07:00

Did you ever wonder about the mysterious essence of events that make up your life? Some are pale, weak not lasting; others so vivid. What causes the choice of memory? What causes certain events to fade and others to gain flawlessness and spice? I sit and recall an especially vivid memory of Mr. X. I wore ----- "Gold Temptation" – a stunningly sheer golden gown iridescent in the midday sun embellished by the finest cream colored lace. The silky sheer top is perfectly cut to accentuate my figure in a softly sensual and feminine way --- making me feel like a golden goddess ! Smiles at CD’s genius… he always knows how to make a woman feel her best. My mind drifts down the sweet lane of memories to the last time I saw Mr. X – I was sitting on my golden chair, Egyptian in style on the highest level of my opulent Roman styled pool designed by Satir DeCuir. The pool is elegantly graced with marble columns, swathed with gold gilded wreaths and fountains that circulate the water. There are places to sit and float to relax and dream among its terraces. As I contemplated the view to the sea, Mr. X stepped out of a rainbow -- his face is astonishing --- the fine clear lines of his cheekbone, his full sensuous mouth, intense blue eyes like the deepest part of the ocean at dawn and his tousled golden hair shinning like moon glow – he is very image of what mystics or poets – - or technical wizards should look like. Together we sat gazing across the sand to the sea of possibilities beyond. I recalled the universe Mr. X made me ---it has inspired a constellation of ideas….. “Mr. X, I think we need a series of marble reflecting pools that will form a ribbon of blue water all the way to the ocean” Mr. X as always smiled and said – how can I refuse you --- my golden goddess in that lovely dress… you outshine the sun herself.” (sita thinks -- thank -you CD) As we sat and talked – on the upper terrace -- fanned by two slaves – the most miraculous pools began to appear… pink marble – azure blue water a fabulous fountain – a gift from Satir DeCuir placed on an amazing mosaic tiled floor. “Mr. X I exclaimed – this is what golden dreams are made of – I can’t believe you have done all of this!” He smiles at me and said, “ My golden goddess, as we stroll along these pools – they will reflect you in your golden glory – you look beautiful -- a "golden temptation"--- it is as warm and kind as your soul.” My golden one you are the flower of everything, you’re stylization, the perfume and essence of my universe. Golden Temptation ... Sita Writer

Mr. X and the Stars.....

2008-10-20T19:45:00.001-07:00

It is close to midnight and I was so sleepy…. Until Mr.X’s name appeared with his usual greeting… and an invitation to float with him in space. Drifting entwined in his arms we floated in a brilliantly illuminated sky amid planets of fabulous fuchsia, magnificent magenta, radiant red and vivid vermillion. As we floated Mr. X pulled me closer to him and whispered you in my arms – like liquid moonlight and your eyes outshine the stars. Sita sighs… he is so romantic.

Mr. X this is so beautiful – wouldn’t it be nice to have a mural of the universe in my gazebo – so when we danced there we could dance and gaze up at our own private universe. He smiled at me and said, let me think about that --- as he gently kissed me goodnight.

The next morning, in front of my Moroccan Palace, I found a beautiful black box from CD with a note on it. Mr. X asked me to meet him at the hilltop gazebo overlooking the ocean at 9. I couldn’t wait to see him!

Opening the box was one of the most splendid dresses I have ever seen –Diana. Breathtakingly beautiful Diana is periwinkle blue ingeniously embellished with a constellation of glowing white light – evoking the starlight of the milky way.

The day passed so slowly as I waited to meet Mr. X at the hilltop gazebo – hoping to tantalize him wrapped in the cosmos. In fact, he has tantalized me as he takes my hand and leads me to the gazebo to dance under the universe he has made for us to enjoy….

Sita Writer

Mr. X and the Cherry Blossoms

2008-10-11T12:45:00.000-07:00

Inside every story, there is a beautiful journey. Today Mr. X invited me to his Rokujo Mansion a resplendent establishment set amid mountains and rivers, waterfalls and stone pathways surrounded by spring gardens. Low forests of dwarf pines mantled the hills and islets and fringe the shores of ponds. The growth of these trees had been fashioned so that their branches leaped and coiled, suggesting the undulating, animated play of dragons. Winding pathways bordered by clustered growth of low bamboos, camillas and various shrubs and stones lead to vantaged viewing points. Mr. X is man of great aesthetic sensibility...as I have come to see more and more.

We meandered along a path strewn with cherry blossoms to a beautiful garden punctuated by flowing shrubs chosen for springtime enjoyment – red plum, cherry, wisteria, azalea. In the center of the garden was a simple bamboo Tea House that overlooked a beautiful waterfall and rock garden whose sand was raked like waves of the sea. It was so serene and peaceful listening to the flowing water and looking deeply into his eyes.

The room was devoid of any decoration except for a scroll painting selected by Mr. X that revealed the theme of the tea ceremony. The scroll was a beautiful painting of cherry trees and gently falling blossoms over an idealized landscape of indescribable beauty. He smiled at me as he whisked the tea and ladled the hot water from the kettle into the tea bowl. The tea was delicious. As the afternoon sun began to fade, he presented me with a lovely scrolled tied with a pink ribbon…tears filled my eyes when I read his words…

yumeji ni wa
ashi mo yasumezu
kayoedomo
utsutsu ni hitome
mishigoto wa arazu

Though I go to you
ceaselessly along dream paths,
the sum of those trysts
is less than a single glimpse
granted in the waking world.

Attached to the scroll, was a gift box from CD – Marylynn ! It captured the spirit of the day perfectly with its sleek and shimmering colors of lush cherry blossom pink silk with artfully woven grey blue accents that give it depth and sensuality. Marylynn will always remind me of this day spent with Mr. X and the Cherry Blossoms--- I treasure it and so will you....

In this world
Temples of the soul built
As Spirit houses on the water
Caressing,
Soothing
Fulfilling our inner sprits.

I cannot wait to see Mr. X again.

Sita Writer

Mr. X and the Angel Fish

2008-10-01T13:59:00.001-07:00

Mr. X, my beloved took my hand and led me to the edge of the crystalline waters of the bay --- slowly we descended deep into the sapphire depths of the sea—drifting down slowly to his underwater palace and garden… it was beautiful --- the silence and the indigo all around us… we spoke of many things that evening – life and luck -- and the lattice of coincidences that brought us together… suddenly in the distance, a bright yellow and black swirl of angel fish emerged –luminous in the cerulean depths --- I smiled and said – Oh Mr. X look at those beautiful angel fish aren’t they glorious they illuminate the depths – he looked at me smiling and said, my darling you are my angel fish dressed in yellow and black – sitting here lighting up what has been dark for so long….. Looking down, I realized I was wearing marquis in yellow and black… whimsical and exotic a vibrant glow for an enchanting evening under the sea….

To be continued.....

Sita

The Blues....Smoking Hot

2008-09-26T09:07:00.001-07:00

Tonight, my sweet prince told me -- he has the blues... so I am thinking of taking him to a smoke filled blues club where the music seers your soul and your body tingles with that slow southern beat -- that is so elemental... and uplifting! Now, what to wear to tantalize my sweet one... to warm his thoughts... Marquis in Red and Black -- Steam Punk and sexy comes immediately to mind to clear away the blues! Putting it on I feel like a heroine rescuing him from "the blues" in red and black.... that bespeaks of romance and secret rendezvous..... The top top will pamper his senses with daring details like the crisscross front lacing and the stretchy, caressing fit...so suggestive... as we dance he comments on the the belt and fishnet stockings -- he loves them and of course the gloves that adorn my arms... The mini skirt is a sensation that flourishes in the wee witching hours of dawn--- think of all the enchantments that will reveal themselves --- when wearing Marquis in Red and Black --- smoking hot to chase away the blues......

Sita

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Eye catcher.... !

2008-09-23T09:40:00.001-07:00

It was a typical sl night -- last evening as I went to my favorite club -- without any real expectations...but I was hoping that there was a hint of romance in the air. Out of a ray of light -- a most handsome gentleman asked me to dance and I accepted. As we swayed and swirled around the dancefloor under full moon -- I asked him -- how he choose me to dance with -- as there were so many beautiful women lingering at the club. He told me he noticed what I was wearing and thought the combination of colors and textures was alluring and beautiful as the woman wearing it....omg how much better can it get??? Ladies, I was wearing Nelly Ocra-- the elegant long skirt with its the flowing colors of yellow and coral streaked with silver lace -- and the sheer multi colored top set off by a delicate lace collar..... This stunning outfit is a real "eye catcher "--- get Nelly Ocra and find out just how eye catching you can be!

We parted as friends... I do hope to see him again......

To be continued.......

Sita Writer