Archive | April 2016

The Crest of Snow and Copper – XVII

** Warning *** Mature content ahead *** My “sort of” erotic piece ***
I’ll be posting this short story in a few installments, weekly. Woukd love to have your feedback on it, pretty please?
Part 17:

He realized what she was doing just a moment after she reached for his hands. Now, there she was kissing and caressing his wrists. As simple and unimpressive as it seemed, it was also terribly erogenous. How had she thought of that, his wrists? It was a sweet and innocent gesture and no one had ever touched him that way. The curiosity he had towards her gesture abandoned him as he felt her breasts brush past his forearms. Enough of this game. It was time to make her his, completely.

As he mover over her, he couldn’t stop himself from smiling and slowly caressing her reddened cheek. Her parted lips were inviting him for a kiss and he gladly accepted the invitation. His tongue met hers the exact moment he pushed himself inside her. Slowly; painfully and delightfully slowly; she received him, welcomed him, embraced him in the most intimate of ways, accommodating him fully inside her. They remained like that for a few moments, taking in the sensations of their conjoined bodies.

A perfect fit, as much of a cliché as it might have been; that’s what it was. It was like fitting a key to its designated lock. Her legs wrapped around his waist almost as if dancing, granting him easier and deeper access, as his hips slowly and steadily began rocking back and forth; grinding against her pelvis, his own pressing with every thrust on her clitoris, enhancing the sensations flooding the girl’s body and mind.

He loved the way she met his movement with her own, the way she contracted herself around his penis every time he pushed back in. She trembled at the feeling of his tip brushing ever so close to that spot, silently wishing he would not get there just yet, or she would be done for.

She dwelled on the thought of how he filled her and how she just wanted him more and more, deeper and faster. Exactly as if he had read her mind, the young man accelerated his thrusting rhythm, now both of them moving against each other freely, in between kisses, caresses and shallow breathing. Knowing it would be better, she lifted her bottom and lower back off of the bed, while he sustained her by encircling her waist with his right arm. The contact between them was now overwhelming.

Meu amor

Hoje vi-te.
O sol ganhou calor
a tristeza virou cor
e a minh’alma sorriu.
Meu coração correu
descompassado bateu
meu amor, meu amor.
Hoje vi-te.
As lágrimas fizeram sentido
as saudades ficaram comigo
a esperança cá dentro gritou.
Meus lábios quiseram beijar-te
meus braços, envolver-te
meu amor, meu amor.
Hoje vi-te.
O teu rosto de poema
as tuas mãos postas em cena
o sorriso sedutor.
Meu corpo tremia
minha boca dizia
meu amor, meu amor.
Hoje vi-te.
Foi como um renascer
da tua ausência doer
da perda e da mágoa sem fim.
Quis correr e agarrar-te
quis a viva voz chamar-te
meu amor. Meu amor!

The Crest of Snow and Copper – XVI

** Warning *** Mature content ahead *** My “sort of” erotic piece ***
I’ll be posting this short story in a few installments, weekly. Woukd love to have your feedback on it, pretty please?
Part 16:

 All awareness left her, apart from knowledge of her nether regions and what was taking place there. It was warm and yet sent chills down her spine, as he tasted her, teasing the core of her extremely sensitive flesh with the tip of his amazingly soft tongue. Her hands gripped the carpet firmly as he worked her nervous system into overdrive, slowly torturing her entrance with his rough thumb. A prelude for what was to come.

As he pushed one finger inside her, while devising circles on the neighboring hot spot with his mouth, she arched her back upwards, her bosom crowning the glory of her nudity. Exploring inside her to his delight, he knew neither of them could endure this delicious denial of release any longer. The woman’s firm grasp on his raven black locks as her hips swayed against him proved him that much.

That was as much foreplay as either of them could endure, she knew it, reveling on the funny sensations the brush of his day-old beard caused against her delicate, tender and over stimulated flesh. She wanted more, yet not wanting this lush torture to ever end. It was then he reached under her, cradling her in his arms and carrying her to the king-sized four-poster bed.

The girl was thankful of the softness the bed provided, for the carpet had begun to cause friction burn to her back. As she lay there, waiting for him to join her, she allowed herself the guiltless pleasure of committing his mesmerizing body to memory, keeping in small details, which she so loved to do.

The way his navel was more of an elongated ellipse rather than a circle; his wrists, proof of his strength yet such a fragile area… she felt the urge to kiss and caress those wrists and immediately acted upon it. She could feel the blood coursing through his veins with her lips, kissing the thin and softer skin on the inside areas, in contrast with his slightly rough hands. It was terribly hopeless: she was bewitched by him.

Evoluções | Evolutions

13 – Setembro – 2009
Sou carne, sou fraca, sou humana.
Sou carne, sou forte, sou humana.

28 de abril de 2012

Tenho falhas e defeitos, para além de qualidades. Por todos estes factores quero ser aceite e amada…e não apesar deles.
Não quero que me seja constantemente apontado o dedo aos meus defeitos e erros quando os conheço tão bem. Não se as coisas boas não são reconhecidas. Não sem a honestidade e franqueza, a aceitação e intimidade por que anseio.
Porque teimamos em acentuar os deslizes e falhanços e a abafar as realizações e sucessos dos outros? Porquê? Porquê somos tão rápidos a apontar o dedo e tão reticentes a aplaudir?
Será que me escondo assim tanto? Que a muralha que construí à minha volta é assim tão grande? Será que ninguém me vê realmente? Será que não mereço ser amada, aceite, apoiada?
Estarei destinada à solidão? Já não bastará aquela que sinto constante?
“Cada ser humano é um universo.” Haverá algum universo que queira compartilhar-se com o meu? Será o meu micro-cosmos um que não tem compatibilidade nem lugar para estar com mais nenhum?
Tantas vezes me ponho estas perguntas e tantas mais acabo sem respostas. Aliás, nunca obtive resposta. Serei a única a perguntar-me? Serei a única a não obter respostas? Estarei, também nisso, só?
Que bom que hoje já sei onde me encontrar, que já tenho universos onde o meu pode pousar e vice-versa. Meus queridos amigos, nem sonham o quanto têm sido essenciais para manter a minha sanidade (mesmo que às vezes pareça que já a perdi).
Adoro-vos a todos!
PS – Hoje, 19 de Abril de 2016, mantenho estas palavras finais. Grata a todos os que me têm acompanhado nesta jornada e neste crescimento, o meu coração é vosso.

The Crest of Snow and Copper – XV

** Warning *** Mature content ahead *** My “sort of” erotic piece ***
I’ll be posting this short story in a few installments, weekly. Woukd love to have your feedback on it, pretty please?
Part 15:

He just wanted to please her, to obey her commands. That thought alone baffled him, the fact that he was willing to abide to her will without even thinking on it. There was only one woman to whom he had felt complied to obey like that… and she was his boss. Was this girl an enchantress? Why was he so defenseless near her? He could not find answers to those questions that crossed his mind.

Soon enough, her body was bare underneath his hands. Such a fragile frame she had, when in comparison to his size. He began his shameless expedition throughout her sinuous figure, plump to the perfect extent of his liking, tracing circles and spirals with fingertips and warm breath. He wanted to cover her in kisses. Thus, he began by focusing his attention on her breasts once more, this time more lovingly and slower than before. Round, full, rosy breasts; the darkest area of her aureoles and nipples hardened with arousal.

The girl’s breathing was shallow and quick, almost synchronized with his ministrations on her and that alone kept him focused on his surroundings. The race down her torso matched the speed of his heartbeat and the intensity of his lust. Though he was finding that there was something else lurking behind that aching desire to be physically closer to her than ever before.

Roles inverted now, when he began spreading her legs, a little forcefully as her shyness and modesty crept to the surface of her now sexually-driven mind. The young man chuckled, noticing the rush of blood on her cheeks and feeling her skin crawl as he brushed the back of his hands softly down her inner thighs, nearing her most intimate of places. He could feel the heat emanating from her core, undeniable proof that, though embarrassed and shy, she wanted him. His hands surrounded her bottom while his thumbs neared her labia.

The man faced a decision now: whether to approach her with hands or mouth first. Pondering on it as he enjoyed the view of the outlines of her swollen, flushed and moist sexuality and the scent of her arousal, his intakes of breath were already stimulating her insides. The girl felt him closing in on her slowly, her body responding to the teasing by rushing all her blood to the area surrounding her clitoris. As sudden as a car crash, his mouth and hands descended simultaneously upon her, covering the full extent of her womanhood.

To thy muted heart

To feel… feeling nothing is so much better than the horrible way we feel sometimes. That’s why we choose what’s safe – what is guaranteed not to make us hurt or suffer. We take the easy way out and refuse to take a leap of fatih into our own right to happiness. Cowards we are for the sake of our own hearts, for the pain of a broken heart is like none other.
Why? Why not try, risk, take that extra step? Why not be truly brave and keep ahead even though the feelings scare us and the uncertainties of all drive us into trembling hesitation? Why not be scared for a while and know real bliss and sincere affection instead of keeping on feeling as something’s missing (sorry John Mayer,lol), nurturing a loneliness we are not even aware for most of the time? Why not try, instead of hiding behing the “should be’s”?
Why not honour the ones who deserve it the most – our own selves? Everytime we fail to follow our hearts and give happiness the chance it’s trying to give us… we dishonour our very core as humans, we shame our souls, we kill the good there is in hope. Let’s just take the step and give ourselves the chance we truly deserve.
Go for it!
(originally written on February 7th, 2012 – still important today!)

The Crest of Snow and Copper – XIV

** Warning *** Mature content ahead *** My “sort of” erotic piece ***
I’ll be posting this short story in a few installments, weekly. Woukd love to have your feedback on it, pretty please?
Part 14:

The young woman swallowed and breathed deeply as her hand encircled his fully erect penis. She could feel the blood coursing through its veins, its warmth spreading to her palm, going up her arm and settling at the pit of her stomach. Her slightly trembling hand began its movement, exploring every centimeter of his, every bulge, every curve, every sensitive spot.

He was holding his breath as she moved through his length. A flood of new sensations was taking over him, as he closed his eyes and surrender to that touch and to her, completely. How could she, a ‘simple girl’, make him feel so helpless and yet so powerful, like no one else had? She had him wrapped around her finger and he only wanted to remain so.

Then, as if knowing his thoughts, her lips were resting where her hand had been. The cool breath coming from her parted lips made him tingle all over, shivers traveling along his skin. the nervousness he had sensed from her was now gone, as her mouth began to explore his organ, lips, tongue and teeth alike. One wandering hand descended, starting to caress his testicles ever so lightly it was even barely considered as touching. He was completely exposed to her, in all of his vulnerabilities, yet he loved every moment of it, as her mouth slowly began accommodating his length.

Even though visibly inexperienced as she was, he couldn’t take that kind of stimulation for long before he found himself going over the edge. Though mostly against his will – and hers – he had to stop her sweet torture and devise one of his own making. Suddenly, he noticed the hand that rested amongst the ginger-dyed strands of hair, having failed to realize he had even moved to that gesture before that instant. She had really blown his mind.

Trying hard to break the spell of her vision as she was down on him, the young man pushed her aside gently, landing her once again on the soft carpet with his body towering over hers. There was a look of surprise on her face which was only outmatched by the intense pleasure piercing him through her half-closed eyes. He proceeded hastily to remove whatever was left of her garments, before his determination wavered under her gaze.

Painel: Reiki e a Lei da Atracção para uma Vida Feliz | Panel: Reiki and the Law of Attraction for a Happy Life

O último painel do dia trouxe-nos uma perspectiva interessante, baseada na reflexão e experiência da oradora, que encontrou paralelismos e ligações entre os Gokkai (cinco princípios do Reiki) e as regras da Lei da Atracção.
Realmente faz muito sentido o que foi exposto, pois ambos são aspectos da energia universal que podem ser trabalhados em conjunto para convidar a Felicidade para as nossas vidas.

Por fim, fomos convidados a fazer uma meditação em conjunto, guiados por esta oradora. Um partilha final, de comunhão e serenidade.
Foi uma tarde bem passada, recheada de emoções e aprendizagem, de partilha e debate. Obrigada a todos os participantes e à Associação Portuguesa de Reiki por nos terem proporcionado estes momentos!


The last panel of the day brought us an interesting perspective, based on the experience and reflections of the speaker, who found some parallels and connections between the Gokkai (five principles of Reiki) and the rules of the Law of Attraction. It really makes much sense, since both are aspects of the universal energy that can be worked together to invite Happiness into our lives.

Lastly, we were invited to partake in a group meditation, guided by this speaker. A final sharing of energies, in communion and serenity.
It was a very good afternoon, filled with emotion and learning, sharing and dialogue. Thank you so much to all the participants and the Portuguese Reiki Association for having made these moments possible!

Painel: Como levar Reiki às Escolas e o Impacto nos Alunos | Panel: How to bring Reiki to schools and the impacto on the students

O painel seguinte trouxe-nos a apresentação de um projecto que tem decorrido na zona de Gaia.
Depois de apresentado o projecto de fazer Reiki aos alunos em várias escola, também para que fosse possível avaliar o efeito que receber Reiki poderia ter nestes e na vida escolar, uma escola acedeu a receber o projecto voluntário e indicou crianças que poderiam beneficiar do Reiki.
Além das crianças que usufruíram de sessões de Reiki, foi também dada à equipa a possibilidade de fazer formação em Reiki com alunos de uma turma vocacional.
Os próprios professores procuraram saber mais e os jovens reconheceram rapidamente os benefícios do Reiki para as suas vidas. Os resultados finais do projecto só serão conhecidos no final do ano lectivo, mas tudo indica que haverá lugar à continunidade do Reiki nesta escola e à criação de projectos semelhantes noutras escolas que já manifestaram interesse.
A aposta está em formar os professores em Reiki, para que possam ter mais essa ferramenta no seu trabalho diário com as nossas crianças e jovens, e igualmente instituir uma presença permanente de terapeutas de Reiki nas escolas, à semelhança do gabinete do Psicólogo e, preferencialmente, em sinergia com este.
Votos de muito sucesso, é um passo importante na mudança de paradigma na educação!


The next Panel brought us the presentation of a project happening in the Gaia area (Oporto region).
Having presented this project of giving Reiki to students to several schools, also with the objective of studying the effect that being given Reiki can have in them and their school life, one of the schools accepted this volunteer based initiative and indicated children that were thought to benefit from having Reiki given to them. Besides the students that benefited from Reiki sessions, the team was also given the opportunity to teach Reiki to a group of students from a class called ‘vocacional’.
Teachers reached out to know more and understand Reiki better and the students recognised the benefits of Reiki for their lives quite rapidly. The final data and results will only be known after the end of the school year, but there is a strong will to continue the project in this school and interest from other school for similar projects to happen in their premises.
The idea now, because volunteers are limited in number and schedule availability, is to give teachers Reiki training, so they have another tool for their daily work with the students and also to create a permanent presence if a Reiki therapist in schools, similarly to a Psychologist’s office and preferably working together with that professional.
Wishes of much success, this is a very important step in the paradigm shift in education