Quaranqueen Raunching

During the quarantine times, There was a young untouched for a long time woman named Alicksandra. She was a woman of the mid 20's category, with a petite structure, with an earthy ramp walking height, an Indian goddess /deity bust with a narrow flowing waist falling upon childbearing best lap dancing Hispanic hips back seated with a  cushioning uplifting toned African ass supported on some well-toned ballerina legs and a sun-kissed yet glossy wheat like complexion. Alicksandra decided to walk down the streets during the pandemic period in a fitting light blue knee-length flowing lycra skirt, and a  fitting sleeveless crimson red buttoned shirt. She strolled down the empty, silent, and red zoned areas. Whilst she was staring into the unoccupied spaces around and wandering and diving into different worlds of thoughts about herself, life, and subconscious theories, A raunchy and empowering experimental idea struck her conscience. Alicksandra walked deeper into off-road paths and decided to slowly undress herself whilst she dawdled in excitement, fear, and curiosity. She slowly unzipped her skirt and rolled it down her legs and picked it from the ground and kept strolling, At first, she was holding the skirt tightly to her pelvic area and walking really fast and shaking in nervousness which was steadily starting to arouse her. After a few skirtless steps, she was empowered to unbutton her shirt, she kept looking around and alternating her walking pace according to her bewildering emotional responding flow and unbuttoned her shirt and tucked it away with her skirt in the tiny handbag she carried along. She walked in her orange gstring deeper into unknown paths off the road and was observing herself in this experiment she dived into. She was exploring freedom in different strides of jumping, running, jogging, and walking on these roads which had glimpses of a sudden possible pedestrian or passing vehicles, The tingling sensation of sensual freedom wandering around forbidden grounds of conformity and the dangerous play of life leading to death leading possibilities stimulated her to sit on the side of the empty paths, and start touching herself in a powerful prohibited way. She went to the side of the path, sat down on a rock removed her panty, at last, she kept her panty in her mouth and removed her clothes from the bag, and kept them by her side. She rubbed, pressed her breast to one another, and slowly moved her hands down to her vulva and lightly moved her hands around the erogenous zones getting herself wetter, as she ran her hands from her perineum to pinching her labia majora, she was getting moist and runny down there, The clothes started to form and become an entity by her side. As she was still rubbing her breast and touching her inner thighs, this entity was formed out of the symbolism of the orthodox conditioning of clothing. It turned into a prude-oriented entity filled with judgment and ghastly reaction towards the being of sensual freedom. The entity kept passing remarks and downgrading commentary at the woman arousing herself, but this turned the woman on more than ever, She touched the entity and its parts while rubbing her clitoris and circulating it with the right pressure in the right motion, and transcended the buzz-killing energy of the entity. The entity never stopped its disgust-fired emotion towards the woman's provocative act. She started squeezing parts of the entity and finally entered her finger in her velvet chamber of waterfalling erotic elixir. She touched her vaginal walls within, with one finger and started to slowly moan whilst the dispiriting entity fueled her self-stimulating passion with its daunting commentary and energy. She was enthralled with the opposing attraction energy she was in the midst off. She shoved in more fingers, simultaneously rubbing her clitoris and from time she would rub herself to the entity, and shut its mouth with her audacious breast sexually suffocating it and orgasm her freedom out loud. She was multiple orgasming all over the entity, pelvic pulverizing the entity's energy zones. And for the finale she bumped her breast with force against the entity's face and squirted in its mouth, shoved her panty in its mouth.She was flabbergasted with her erogenous empowerment and decided to leave the entity also know as her clothes right there as she left it. Alicksandra marched away independently with bravery, satisfaction, naked and happily ever after.

Story number 1:The Perfect Solution

Once upon a time in a loud and live city in Medieval Greece amongst other stereotypically labelled citizens,I chose to write a story on a couple.This woman named Wixie and her husband Paul.They had few things in common and they were the opposite of one another at times, but they still managed to fit and blend in and adjust to eachother's worlds,after all they were in love and had a deep connection between them.In the city of Ohero,there were lots of citizens who were labelled stereotypically by society,So there were sexual healers who sexually healed men physically and mentally who were labelled as harlots,There were psychics who could perform telekinesis who were know labelled as Black Magicians,There were spiritual guide/healers who were labelled as Witches and like this a decently long list was created.Sex for women was accepted as an intimate practice to only and only be practiced with 1 man for the rest of their life,If the government somehow found evidence or caught a woman red-handed with another man there would be major consequences even death penalty sometimes.So as Wixie and Paul continue to be in love while the city were living as puppeteers, 

Changes were slowly approaching,Wixie and Paul had been wed for 15 years they were young, fresh and enigmatic in their own ways.But a grey heavy rain cloud was approaching to be over them.They had a really erogenous time, but that grey heavy rain cloud stirred up there.First Paul's imagination started to go haywire and wild he started imagining and fantasizing of other women to satisfy his needs and desires for months, He would say no to Wixie as he suddenly did not get any Stimulation from her.Then he got the severe urge of asking Wixie's beautiful and appealing lady friends, but he luckily controlled that, he just wanted another source but just not Wixie.So as time passed the clouds got heavier and darker in colour.Distance and alot of other unpleasant emotions were being formed up in this period.As things continued after sometime things got so worse he started going to the sexual healers aka harlots.First when he used to openly tell Wixie about his sexual fantasies with other sources except her, So obviously she would get really upset and her frustration would take over him leading to tantrums.So then, to avoid this he started going behind her back thinking since she would not know so she wont get upset.But once you have assured your woman,she does not give you a stimulation and you find it in other sources you have not only damaged her ego but taken a huge dump on her ego, But whatever strength and beauty she has created for herself over time becomes like a sad piece of a hanging string.All that power she ever knew she had and what she actually had was like strong almost bulletproof glass broken down by a loved one and when there isnt any glass shield, Thats when vulnerabilty and spitefulness from the frustration took over her.So in her spiteful and frustrated mode she decided to teach her husband a lesson.She could not go out and copulate with anyone except her husband since it was against the laws and he knowing that would still go out and increase the bleeding to her wound.

So one day she went personally to the sexual healers and confided in them about her situation between her and Paul.The women took on women power and supported the sisterhood.So the next day, when Paul went for his daily "sexual ritual" to the Brothel, the women did not look at his face, they gave him the same looks which he would give when Wixie asked for Copulation. They made him sit in the room and kept him waiting. and as he was waiting and waiting his frustration was starting to arise and then finally they said, they were busy so please come back tomorrow,he was angry but still did not stir up an ugly scenario, That same night Wixie asked Paul if he wanted to release his testosterone on her, but he got even more angry and said no,she as usual went to sleep crying hoping for a new better chapter to rise.He went again to the brothel and they gave him the same treatment,instead of the plan making things better it was getting worse.Finally Wixie approached a Spiritual Healer who had the powers of Manipulating and Harnessing all kinds of energies.So the spiritual healer came in disguise as a prostitute to the brothel and created a curse upon him "No other woman except his wife will ever serve or satisfy his needs forever".After he was cursed upon,No other woman was ever attracted to him,Even if he wanted.Since no women and other sources were coming to him now his frustration grew on him and then he realized the frustration he built for his wife and felt conscience-stricken, and gradually and genuinely he started to fall in love sexually and spiritually with her once again and also realized, he was a very lucky man to have a woman who was beautiful,patient,caring and a nice horny wife!,And they lived Happily and Hornily ever after. In the end,The curse didnt even feel like a curse, It was just a good eye opening lesson instead.

I bask in my silence
To understand my innocence

I can speak my thoughts out loud and it wont attract any crowd

With the sound so low, there is much more to feel and explore

I can be alone and it wont be problem no more , I guess have probably grown

We Are

We are  abundance in all formsWe are compassion in all formsWe are that wisdom that enlightens allWe are the elements that create us allWe are the air which is everywhereWe are the nature which grows because,
We are beings of the Cosmic show

We are beings of the Cosmic show

We are beings of the Cosmic showWe are manifestations of infinite imaginations We are multidimensional beings with the powers of foreseeingWe are portals and blackholes which takes us to the unknownWe are the intuition in adventures in where we knowWe are the molecules which are perceived just to be magically believed
We are those molecules of Psychedelics which makes us Electromagnetheric