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Friday, October 15, 2010
Sunday, July 18, 2010
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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Sunday, June 27, 2010
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!
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!
Thursday, January 28, 2010
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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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.... Read more!
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
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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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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Monday, August 17, 2009
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.
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Monday, June 15, 2009
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 c
enterpiece 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 w
iry 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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enterpiece 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 w
iry 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
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