Languid Sensual Fionia

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......

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Sensual Sense…

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.

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Lavender -- Lace & The Khamsin

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....
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Full Moon Over Kilimanjaro

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. Read more!

Sita and Mr. X - :(

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...

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The Alps… and Mr. X

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…..


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Mr. X in the land of Komodo

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. Read more!

Mr. X and the Reflecting Pools….

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!







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Mr. X and Opalescent Night

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.....

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Sita and The "E" Factor...

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....

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Mr. X and the Slender Virgin

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. Read more!

Mr. X and Princess Alana

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......

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