Carnal Pleasure

A Woman’s Sex by Ikkyu, a Japanese Zen Buddhist priest and poet It has the original mouth but remains wordless; It is surrounded by a magnificent mound of hair. Sentient beings can get completely lost in it But it is also the birthplace of all the Buddhas of the ten thousand worlds. http://haringliwanag.pansitan.net/ - I have been blog hopping for quite sometime and I have been a mainstay of www.blogkadahan.com/blog. It is so much fun reading the entries there, and right now they are talking about sex. They have different approaches regarding sex; some are medyo bastos, some are erotic (WARNING: Shouting graphic), some are poetic, some are based on their own experience (well, most of them; I'd rather say factual), and some are enlighthening to a different level. It's a mixture of naughty and nice. I got kinda inspired by their writings so I said, "Hey, I can do that!" *somehow*. So here's a piece of my sexy mind. - When I was younger (because I'm still quite young), I have a different concept about sex. For me, sex is just a mere fooling around, nothing serious. It's just something that we acquired from the animalistic side of us, something primate, something innate. - My mom was married to my brother's father; with lack of security, he left him. She went to Manila and there he met my father. She became a mistress and I was born. That makes me illegitimate. My dad left for the states with his family. END OF STORY.

- My past made me think that way. I know my mom loved him so much, with promises of leaving his first family, and all those 5ullsh1ts! I even hear my mom crying loudly, alone in her room. That scene breaks my heart. From that day on, I swear to myself that I will not let any man destroy me. Inhibitions started to build up.

- I knew about sex at the age of 5. We have a naughty neighbor that always talks about it and makes it sound fun. I've watched porn. I've read magazines about it. My generation seems to welcome it. On age 18, ready to venture on that field, knowing what would happen if I don't do it safely, studied carefully how to do it, I started to play around with men (forget the numbers) and with myself. I only have one thought in mind, "play with my pu$y but not with my heart." It sounds mean but I should take care of myself. Once I do the deed, I lost interest and leave them; that is how I play the game. Friends tell me that I think like a man. Anticipating their actions, I'll do it first on them. Cynic huh? Some of them felt that they were used--lucky for them, I used them *devil laugh*. But is that the case? Or am I the one using my sexuality to get even with men? At first it was fun, having sex without any emotional attachment. As my age starts to add up, sex gets tiring--same positions, same moans, same sex. I started to realise that I am torturing myself. I'm staying in hell when it is supposed to be heaven.

- I met a man, yes, just a man. Same thing goes just like any other man. Three months. Hey! It's longer than usual. What's happening to me?! One year. Two years. Heaven. Yes, it felt good. I die as I felt blood rushing through my errogenous zones, flushing my face, fingers tingling, head numbing, heart beating erratically fast. Engulfed with passion and desire, love and surrender. Take me! Take the whole of me! And I live again.

- Song of Original Mind
Having created
the demon mind yourself
When it torments you mercilessly
You’re to blame and no one else

When you do wrong
our mind’s the demon
There’s no hell
To be found outside
Abominating hell
Longing for heaven
You make yourself suffer
In a joyful world
You think that good
Means hating what is bad
What’s bad is
The hating mind itself
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