Arcadia Resurgence by Vague Vermillion (free biff chip and kipper ebooks .TXT) 📕
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something that can be seen but not touched, like a flower reflected in a mirror or the moon reflected on the water's surface; something that is beautiful but unattainable dreams, a mirage. "flower seen in the mirror, moon on the water's surface" meaning in lifes meanig is to want to have the unattainable but once acquired we are either satisfied or look for the next apex maybe human desire is nothing but the illusion of being content..Ive been searching for a lifetime and one truth rings most true surviving equals suffering otherwise known as the porcupine dilemma a situation in which a group of porcupines seek to move close to one another to share heat during cold weather. They must remain apart, however, as they cannot avoid hurting one another with their sharp spines. Though they all share the intention of a close reciprocal relationship, this may not occur, for reasons they cannot avoid. Both Arthur Schopenhauer and Sigmund Freud have used this situation to describe what they feel is the state of the individual in relation to others in society. The hedgehog's dilemma suggests that despite goodwill, human intimacy cannot occur without substantial mutual harm, and what results is cautious behavior and weak relationships. With the hedgehog's dilemma, one is recommended to use moderation in affairs with others both because of self-interest, as well as out of consideration for others. The hedgehog's dilemma is used to explain introversion and self-imposed seperation alone in melancholy. BDSM fills the gapping void of misrepresentation of will and without it..without her...i reject myself the world and the weakness of praise & death drive
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next step of her adventure was about to begin. With her hands she touched the table and exploring it slowly, she could feel cutleries, a dish, a glass - yes, she was sitting at a dining table.
She did not feel very safe however as she must be in a public place now, other guests of this restaurant must have seen them walk in. She wondered if her walk would have looked unusual and that it might have been strange for other to see him holding her like this. Also, even if they would not feel that there was anything unusual going on, she knew some might stare at her simply because of the way she was dressed. She could turn heads easily with this dress, walking in an awkward way would only make things more obvious.
It took a while until she noticed him again. First she felt the warmth of his body and then a gentle touch. He must have walked around the table and now he was sitting right next to her. The familiar feeling of his hand resting on her thigh calmed her down again.
She loved his touch, she has been seeking it continuously since he came into her life. But now it was a total different dimension. Virtually the touch of him was the only connection now she had to the world, it became her only reality. She was in a public place, most likely a number of people saw them, might even be looking at them right now, but that all did not matter. The only thing that mattered was that he was there. He was guiding her, protecting her, providing for her - and controlling her.
Suddenly he took her hand and moved it to the glass, indicating her to grab it. She did and once she had a firm grip of it, he helped her to move it to her mouth to eventually taste the liquid, which turned out to be red wine. Once the glass was back on the table, he suddenly kissed her on her cheek. The surprise made her shiver, before it brought a smile to her face. She could feel his affection directly.
One of his hands stayed on her thighs constantly, slowly moving a bit inside, closer to the area of wetness that she knew he wanted to touch eventually. In fact, she was so aroused, she wanted him to touch her there. She knew that she could not move her hand there, also it did not mean much - it was his touch that she was looking for. She did not care were they were, others would not notice as it happened under the table and even if they would, she would be accepting it.
Then a hand caressed her neck ... first exploring it gently and then suddenly using a more tight grip in combination with a pull that forced her to turn her upper body around and basically look at him - even though she could not see him, there was only blackness. But yes, she knew her covered eyes were directly focusing in his direction now and anyone around would be able see how she looked at him. Her head had to move forward as she could suddenly feel his lips on hers, while the grip on her neck got more tight, starting to affect her ability to breath freely Automatically her lips opened and upon the intrusion of his tongue into her mouth, she gasped, shaking all over. At the exact same moment his tongue penetrated her, clearly with the intention to battle hers, a finger of his other hand penetrated her between her legs. She instantly produced more sound, but of course nothing could be heard by anyone, because her mouth was sealed tightly with his covering hers.
She loved it when they kissed, it was always so passionate and intense. Her arousal reached the high point of this evening at this moment, being penetrated with his finger as well. Oh yes, just this moment was worth everything, this experience was unforgettable and it only made her need for him, her addition, even stronger.
The hand on her neck moved up to hear head caressing her, while the finger between her legs explored her slowly and gently. Her breathing that certainly got more heavy now was muffled by him, which was something totally beyond her control.
What must have looked like a long French kiss to others felt like an eternity to her, putting her totally into a level of subspace that made her loose control over all her own actions and forced her to focus her thoughts on the touch she experienced only.
Not soon after they stopped kissing and after the finger between her legs stopped exploring her, she was guided to take another sip of the wine. Interestingly it tasted different now. It was not the drink itself, rather she could taste herself when the glass touched her lips. Obviously he had applied some of the liquid from inside her to the corner of the glass. This surprised her, even though she knew how much he enjoyed it when she could taste her own arousal with her mouth.
Most likely to cover the waiting time until any food arrived, he held her with an arm wrapped around her and resting on her breast, toying sometimes with her nipple slightly - something that kept her in her submissive state of mind. She felt like she was totally under his control now and she would do absolutely anything for him, if only he would never stop touching her.
She eventually thought about her own predicament again and imagined what would happen next. Would he make her use the fork and knife and make her eat by herself? That was impossible ... she had no experience. A blind person had experience and was used to it - but for her, this was unthinkable. She hoped he did not expect her to try and make a fool out of herself in a public place where people might see her how she tried to eat, missing bits and pieces and most likely dropping food.
So there must be a different option and that would be that he'd feed her. But wasn't that really embarrassing in front of the others? Which grown up woman was fed by her man in a restaurant? It would not only be a bite ... it would be the whole meal!
She eventually found out and it was less a surprise than she could have imagined: he took pieces of food and he feed her, like a grown up would do it with a child or a baby. A gentle touch on her cheek signaled her to open her mouth and then the fork entered it. He waited patiently until she swallowed every single bite, before the next one came.
She was eating steak, with mashed potatoes and what tasted like spinach with cream as side dishes. Piece by piece, he fed her - sometimes alternating with sips of the wine.
Never before in her life she felt so dependent on him. For even the most basic needs, eating and drinking, she was now bound to his decisions. He decided not only what to eat, but also how and how much. She had no choice of her own anymore. She could not see it, she heard nothing, there was virtually no decision she could make. Everything was up to him and she loved it, she wanted it even, because she was constantly rewarded with is touch, his skin on hers. She rarely felt his physical presence right next to him as strong as right now. Yes, his presence was nearly as strong as at the moment he was penetrating her when they had sex. It was hard to explain, but yes ... in her mind all this was a stronger experience and a stronger bound to him than sex could ever give her.
She realized that he was so busy to attend to her, that he had very little time to focus on his food. Ultimately she was not surprised when he took one of her hands and put it between his legs, so she could feel his hardness, through the fabric of the pants he wore. Feeling and knowing that he was this excited, made her deeply happy and gave her a very satisfied feeling. Yes, by doing this for him, by letting him take total control over her, she made him excited and feel good - she could feel the evidence of it with her own hand.
She knew he must be eating and focusing on his food when her hand was moved by him inside his pants, giving her access to his naked engorged cock. She knew what he liked, so she started massaging him. She knew that if it got too much for him, he could always stop her, so she figured to give him all the skills she had to handle his cock with her hand.
Still she was surprised a bit that he ended up opening his pants completely for her, something she did not dare to do by herself earlier, thinking of where they were.
Once his cock stood up completely, with a full erection, both her hands were on the shaft, moving up and down and making him feel the pleasure that he expected to receive from her.
After a while, she felt his hand on her neck again. More tight this time, more forceful. He pulled her head down, forcing her to bend sideways. She struggled, shaking, fighting it a bit. He could not want her to give him head here at the restaurant? No! People could see it! But before she could say a single word, despite some sound coming from her mouth, his cock was already inside her. In fact, it was the irony that she opened her mouth to protest verbally, which made it so much easier for him to insert his cock into her and keeping it there, as he pushed her head down.
It was a bit rough, although he had been more rough with her in the past, but this was a public place! Here she was, bending over, sucking on his cock, wearing a dress that exposed her body to basically anyone and she was not even aware of her surroundings. There could be a group of people watching them right now and even if so, there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.
One of his hands moved her head up and down, while she sucked him the way she knew he liked it. Maybe it was him being aware of her discomfort about the whole situation, that explained his other hand grabbing both her wrists in order to make sure she was not struggling or fighting.
Didn't he say that if she wanted to stop it, she would just have to say something? Now she could not anymore, being gagged on the cock that she admired so much.
Eventually she calmed down, reminding herself that he must know what he was doing. He had to know what was possible, maybe they sat in a corner somewhere where no one could see them. She had no idea which restaurant they were at. The food had been good, but it was not special enough to identify the place just based on its taste. So yes, he would not put them to any risk and he would not want them to be kicked out, so no matter how it was possible, it was ok!
He must have felt that that she was OK with the events and no longer struggled as he let go of her wrists and instead moved the hand to her breasts where he started playing with her nipples.
Wow, she was in heaven again: she worshipped his cock, something she enjoyed and something that as a form of foreplay always lead to amazing sex in the past, and he put of what felt like jolts of electricity into her body by playing with her nipples, something
She did not feel very safe however as she must be in a public place now, other guests of this restaurant must have seen them walk in. She wondered if her walk would have looked unusual and that it might have been strange for other to see him holding her like this. Also, even if they would not feel that there was anything unusual going on, she knew some might stare at her simply because of the way she was dressed. She could turn heads easily with this dress, walking in an awkward way would only make things more obvious.
It took a while until she noticed him again. First she felt the warmth of his body and then a gentle touch. He must have walked around the table and now he was sitting right next to her. The familiar feeling of his hand resting on her thigh calmed her down again.
She loved his touch, she has been seeking it continuously since he came into her life. But now it was a total different dimension. Virtually the touch of him was the only connection now she had to the world, it became her only reality. She was in a public place, most likely a number of people saw them, might even be looking at them right now, but that all did not matter. The only thing that mattered was that he was there. He was guiding her, protecting her, providing for her - and controlling her.
Suddenly he took her hand and moved it to the glass, indicating her to grab it. She did and once she had a firm grip of it, he helped her to move it to her mouth to eventually taste the liquid, which turned out to be red wine. Once the glass was back on the table, he suddenly kissed her on her cheek. The surprise made her shiver, before it brought a smile to her face. She could feel his affection directly.
One of his hands stayed on her thighs constantly, slowly moving a bit inside, closer to the area of wetness that she knew he wanted to touch eventually. In fact, she was so aroused, she wanted him to touch her there. She knew that she could not move her hand there, also it did not mean much - it was his touch that she was looking for. She did not care were they were, others would not notice as it happened under the table and even if they would, she would be accepting it.
Then a hand caressed her neck ... first exploring it gently and then suddenly using a more tight grip in combination with a pull that forced her to turn her upper body around and basically look at him - even though she could not see him, there was only blackness. But yes, she knew her covered eyes were directly focusing in his direction now and anyone around would be able see how she looked at him. Her head had to move forward as she could suddenly feel his lips on hers, while the grip on her neck got more tight, starting to affect her ability to breath freely Automatically her lips opened and upon the intrusion of his tongue into her mouth, she gasped, shaking all over. At the exact same moment his tongue penetrated her, clearly with the intention to battle hers, a finger of his other hand penetrated her between her legs. She instantly produced more sound, but of course nothing could be heard by anyone, because her mouth was sealed tightly with his covering hers.
She loved it when they kissed, it was always so passionate and intense. Her arousal reached the high point of this evening at this moment, being penetrated with his finger as well. Oh yes, just this moment was worth everything, this experience was unforgettable and it only made her need for him, her addition, even stronger.
The hand on her neck moved up to hear head caressing her, while the finger between her legs explored her slowly and gently. Her breathing that certainly got more heavy now was muffled by him, which was something totally beyond her control.
What must have looked like a long French kiss to others felt like an eternity to her, putting her totally into a level of subspace that made her loose control over all her own actions and forced her to focus her thoughts on the touch she experienced only.
Not soon after they stopped kissing and after the finger between her legs stopped exploring her, she was guided to take another sip of the wine. Interestingly it tasted different now. It was not the drink itself, rather she could taste herself when the glass touched her lips. Obviously he had applied some of the liquid from inside her to the corner of the glass. This surprised her, even though she knew how much he enjoyed it when she could taste her own arousal with her mouth.
Most likely to cover the waiting time until any food arrived, he held her with an arm wrapped around her and resting on her breast, toying sometimes with her nipple slightly - something that kept her in her submissive state of mind. She felt like she was totally under his control now and she would do absolutely anything for him, if only he would never stop touching her.
She eventually thought about her own predicament again and imagined what would happen next. Would he make her use the fork and knife and make her eat by herself? That was impossible ... she had no experience. A blind person had experience and was used to it - but for her, this was unthinkable. She hoped he did not expect her to try and make a fool out of herself in a public place where people might see her how she tried to eat, missing bits and pieces and most likely dropping food.
So there must be a different option and that would be that he'd feed her. But wasn't that really embarrassing in front of the others? Which grown up woman was fed by her man in a restaurant? It would not only be a bite ... it would be the whole meal!
She eventually found out and it was less a surprise than she could have imagined: he took pieces of food and he feed her, like a grown up would do it with a child or a baby. A gentle touch on her cheek signaled her to open her mouth and then the fork entered it. He waited patiently until she swallowed every single bite, before the next one came.
She was eating steak, with mashed potatoes and what tasted like spinach with cream as side dishes. Piece by piece, he fed her - sometimes alternating with sips of the wine.
Never before in her life she felt so dependent on him. For even the most basic needs, eating and drinking, she was now bound to his decisions. He decided not only what to eat, but also how and how much. She had no choice of her own anymore. She could not see it, she heard nothing, there was virtually no decision she could make. Everything was up to him and she loved it, she wanted it even, because she was constantly rewarded with is touch, his skin on hers. She rarely felt his physical presence right next to him as strong as right now. Yes, his presence was nearly as strong as at the moment he was penetrating her when they had sex. It was hard to explain, but yes ... in her mind all this was a stronger experience and a stronger bound to him than sex could ever give her.
She realized that he was so busy to attend to her, that he had very little time to focus on his food. Ultimately she was not surprised when he took one of her hands and put it between his legs, so she could feel his hardness, through the fabric of the pants he wore. Feeling and knowing that he was this excited, made her deeply happy and gave her a very satisfied feeling. Yes, by doing this for him, by letting him take total control over her, she made him excited and feel good - she could feel the evidence of it with her own hand.
She knew he must be eating and focusing on his food when her hand was moved by him inside his pants, giving her access to his naked engorged cock. She knew what he liked, so she started massaging him. She knew that if it got too much for him, he could always stop her, so she figured to give him all the skills she had to handle his cock with her hand.
Still she was surprised a bit that he ended up opening his pants completely for her, something she did not dare to do by herself earlier, thinking of where they were.
Once his cock stood up completely, with a full erection, both her hands were on the shaft, moving up and down and making him feel the pleasure that he expected to receive from her.
After a while, she felt his hand on her neck again. More tight this time, more forceful. He pulled her head down, forcing her to bend sideways. She struggled, shaking, fighting it a bit. He could not want her to give him head here at the restaurant? No! People could see it! But before she could say a single word, despite some sound coming from her mouth, his cock was already inside her. In fact, it was the irony that she opened her mouth to protest verbally, which made it so much easier for him to insert his cock into her and keeping it there, as he pushed her head down.
It was a bit rough, although he had been more rough with her in the past, but this was a public place! Here she was, bending over, sucking on his cock, wearing a dress that exposed her body to basically anyone and she was not even aware of her surroundings. There could be a group of people watching them right now and even if so, there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.
One of his hands moved her head up and down, while she sucked him the way she knew he liked it. Maybe it was him being aware of her discomfort about the whole situation, that explained his other hand grabbing both her wrists in order to make sure she was not struggling or fighting.
Didn't he say that if she wanted to stop it, she would just have to say something? Now she could not anymore, being gagged on the cock that she admired so much.
Eventually she calmed down, reminding herself that he must know what he was doing. He had to know what was possible, maybe they sat in a corner somewhere where no one could see them. She had no idea which restaurant they were at. The food had been good, but it was not special enough to identify the place just based on its taste. So yes, he would not put them to any risk and he would not want them to be kicked out, so no matter how it was possible, it was ok!
He must have felt that that she was OK with the events and no longer struggled as he let go of her wrists and instead moved the hand to her breasts where he started playing with her nipples.
Wow, she was in heaven again: she worshipped his cock, something she enjoyed and something that as a form of foreplay always lead to amazing sex in the past, and he put of what felt like jolts of electricity into her body by playing with her nipples, something
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