Wet Wednesday

Easyyy Love

I’m Not Interested

In Sleazy Love

In Cheesey

Pleasey

Queasy Looove

I Want It Deep

Flowy

Bright In The Sky

Some Easy

Easy

Easy Love

I’ll Take All Your Baggage

Move Your Luggage Up The Stairs

Sandbags Of Sadness, All Your Cares

Nothing Too Heavy

In Exchange

For Your

Endless

Endearing

Easy Love

Tumble Out Of Mouths

Over Sheets

Up Hills

Sprinkle Over Eggs

On My Pillows

Under My Skin

Making Art

Making Love

Making Sense

Of Our Easy

Easy

Easy Love

After Months Of Cold Love

Of Almost Love

Of Sad Love

Give Me Your

Thanks For Your

I Love Your

Your Easy

Easy

Easyyy Love

Click The Pic For All The #Move Entries

And For All The Wanton Ones, Thanks To Molly For Taking It On This Week! xxx

Love Lust & Light

♥
R
Rubyyy Jones

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Wet Wednesday

Just
Just What I Needed
Just
Just When I Needed It
Sweetness
Slow
Stripped Down

Worship
Just What I Needed
You
Crouched At My Feet
Peeling
Off All Kinds Of Layers

Honor
My Every Pore With Your Touch
See
Every Inch With Grateful Eyes
Know
Me In This Life And The Rest

Please
Hold Me In Between
Shaking
Ripped Wide Open
Soaked
In Tears, Juices, Sweat

What I Want

This Is What I Want

I Shout
“It’s What I Want”
Before The Come Gates Open
Something I’ve Said
Only Once Before

Knowing
That You See Me
Wanting
To Be Soft More And More
Needing
To Be Me More Often

Space
In Your Heart Was Understood
Given
On Paper, In Sweat, In Song
Yes
To Your Love, To Your Preciousness, To You
For Me
For Us
For You

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This Weeks Prompt Is #Paper

All The Wanton Onesss

Love Lust & Light

♥
R
Rubyyy Jones

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Love & Light / Day 19

Where Is T Love?

. . .

FROM A GRATEFUL WOMAN

I’d have despised you if you’d kissed me,
if you’d whispered tender phrases on my ears,
if you’d wiped my tears.

I would have hated you if you had faltered when
you saw the ropes were too tight round my wrists.

I’d had been disappointed
if you’d shown signs of weakness,
if you’d lost your erection when you heard me cry.

I trusted you enough to know you’d scare me
and answer to my plea with violent rage.

You slapped my face to shut me up,
once, twice, three times, as harshly as I deserved.
You hit me, bit me, spat on me,
you forced your entry once.
You made me bleed, called me vile names,
you forced your entry twice.

You made me feel small and helpless,
you made me proud of you
and proud of me for you chose me.

I chose you because you’re a forceful man,
bigger than me, responsible and strong,
a man who figures out my darkest wishes,
who values my fragility,
complies with my surrender,
approves of my submissiveness,
and thrives on my defeat.

It was me who gave you consent for breaching my consent.
I’d given you permission for abusing my permission.
I’d willfully encouraged you to disregard my will.

I’m flattered that you showed respect for me, my lord,
and disrespected me.

And now, when I sit in this shady corner,
naked and frail,
shaky and bruised,
helpless and humiliated,
I feel the whole world’s in my hands
for you’re a part of it,
the way I am a part of you,
an object in your hands.
Euphoric, proud, exhilarated,
empowered by the strength I draw from you,
I’m grateful that you have agreed, my lord, to rape me at my request.

By Ernesto Sarezale

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More Of Ernesto Here
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I Ask Again…

Where Is T Love?

A few months ago I performed at T Velvet Tongue, hosted and conceived by Erotic Award winning poet Ernesto Sarezale, he kicked our evening off with a beautiful and charged poem about consensual rape called ‘From A Grateful Woman’. I really enjoyed Ernesto’s piece that evening, I really enjoyyy Ernesto’s piece, but a few weeks after the soiree he received an email from a female audience member. She had been very upset by his poem, upset by his casual use of rape and very sure that he shouldn’t perform this piece again…

Although, I do not share her fears, I understand the fears; no one should be flippant about rape, it’s horrible and it’s a constant in our society and history. I, like many women, worry about walking home alone, about being attacked and I have been afraid for a lot of my womanly life that I would be raped. I’m also sure having a man write and read the poem pushed some buttons.

I love the delicate balance of darkness and light and what brings this poem into the love, for me, is that one little word: consent.

Consent is love, it is trust, it is heart wide open.

Consent is agreement, permission and empowerment.

Consent is too often undervalued, abused or forgotten.

Consent is unique to the heart and mind that give it

Can you see the love?…

Love Lust & Light
♥
R
Rubyyy Jones

On Twitter @rubyyyjones
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Wet Wednesday

Darling Lovers

Thank you for your patience & love & light over the last weeks
So much on my rubyyy plate
Alsooo
Things are so watery and emotional at the moment
That time again, when things are changing so rapidly and dramatically
You’re afraid to put down roots, for fear of being swept away all over again
Alsooo
I miss Samurai
I miss Samurai deeply
I feel like my every pore is crying out, calling him to me
Alsooo
I’m doing big things right now
Queenly thingsss
And I’m out
Squinting into the sunlight
Pressing forward
It’s not a light at the end of the tunnel
It’s light all around

Let T Worship Beginnn

Bring on the Kings, the jesters, the court
Bring on the wine, the velvet, the smoke
Bring on the frantic fumbling, the clinging layers, the sweet pain

Love Lust & Light

♥

R

Remember T Time…

My Love!

I’ve been so ill and flat out; thanks to the absolutely WORST agonizing yeast infection that I’ve had for a week
Glamorous  I knowww.

When I’ve had an infection in the past, I just go with the homeopathic method: soak a tampon in organic all natural yogurt and insert overnight, do several nights in a row. But I’ve tried EVERYTHING: Monistat, yoghurt, apple cider vinegar (relief central), tea tree oil, lavender oil, oregano oil (the only one that’s really worked!), AZO yeast tablets, suppositories, douches Ughhh! Yesterday I got a broad spectrumy pill from my Dr and some suppositories. The drug knocked me out like nobodies business and though I can tell I’ve improved but it’s definitely NOT gone. I’m sleeping so much because the energy pain zaps is just incredible!
Though each time I’m in burning pain I can’t help but imagine how much worse I would feel if I didn’t know I wasn’t going to get medicine, relief. If I lived in some rural part of, I dunno, Africa, India, Mongolia or something. Then again, I’m sure they didn’t live off of sugar cookies on the holidays… Sugar free 2011?

I’ll be with you sooon when I’m fit as a fiddle and ready for love!

Here is one of my first erotic letters to Samurai

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via Stormyartist

April 27th, 2009

A GIFT FOR MY LOVER IN NYC

Ohh Samurai…Thank you
You are so sweet to indulge me
To wake up to such sexy story
Your words make me sigh and groan just to read them
When I touched my oiled fingers to my already swollen lips
I swirl circles around my petite clit, shy and longing
The other hand busy
Massaging oil into my full DD breasts
My fingers tighten around my nipples
As they grow towards my invisible lover
I feel my back following, rounding my soft feminine tummy
Everything rising, growing
I feel my hard on, urging my hips to dance
That familiar ache deep inside
Both hands now kneading my fleshy tits
Fingers tips rolling my hard, sensitive centers
My hips bucking and jerking…
My eyes dart back to the computer screen
As I switch on my wand
I want to read what Samurai wrote in his first story to me
The wand warming my thighs
My vulva throbbing, aching
….I see you
Between my legs exploring my thighs, my ass, my stomach
Only allowing a coy brush of your fingers over my sex
I watch your face as you move to taste me
My breasts high, I let my head drop and wait for the sweetness
I feel your deep exhale on my mound, then the warm, wet
Of your skilled tongue
But my wand and your words have made me close to coming
And I want to come with you inside me
You are poised between my thighs
I imagine the head of your well lubed cock
Running up and down between my pink slick lips
I breathe deeply, savouring our combined scents
My hand grips my breast, fingernails digging deeply
The other hand is at my mouth, 2 fingers inside
Sucking, licking – I want in this moment, everything inside me
My whole body is writhing, begging to feel you
You are merciless
Teasing me
My wand is a relentless as my ‘fantasy’ you and I wish I could swallow it up
I’m so close now
And I’m back to you
Our eyes lock as you continue
Gliding your sex, up and down
I can see it in your eyes, you’re ready to give in too
‘Don’t look away’ I ask
And take your hot, hard dick in my hands
My whole self waiting, to join with you
And it’s in this moment when
My cunt widens with my mouth and eyes
As I feel the deep loveliness of you
Slowly but easily filling me up
I come with you in mind
Your eyes
Your hips bobbing
Your hard, powerful cock burrowing deeper inside
I feel my heart chakra blazing, expanding
As I feel my whole self revealing to you
I force my fantasy eyes open as I reach my peak
The base chakra opens and I feel my ass throbbing
My arms clutching you…
A hot orgasm in fantasy and ‘real life’
: x

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I was soooo cute and in lovvve!

Love Lust & Light

♥

R

Oral Love

Ooohhh Lovers

You know when you hear, read or remember a word (so, already within your vocabulary) and you just get hooked on it?…

Maybe you even thought it was a bit awkward or boring, or even vulgar, when first heard it. So not in your day to day; maybe, you can’t even remember the last time you said it?…

Then it’s suddenly there; back in your life and on your mind. And it turns youuu on. It’s a bit smoother now, you get a thrill just to feel it pouring over your tongue. You know how to handle it now. Perhaps it makes you feel bolder. All the more desirable…

Mmmmmmm
The joy of words!
Oh the possibilities!
T privilege!

This is an ode to a word…
When referring to the incredible physical masterpiece that is a woman’s genitalia, otherwise known as vulva, I’m addicted to…

PINK

. . .

Love Lust & Light

<3

R

Photos By Rubyyy Jones

My Prayer

I offer myself
To the gods of love & light
To the goddesses of lust & death
Open me
Fill me with all there is to know
Feeling every vibrating cell
Resonate with love song
Alive in love & lust
I choose to live in love & lust & light

<3

Ohhh Night Divine

Of All T Sweet Never Ending Nights

Bring Back That One

T Scent Of Heat & Jasmine

Of Youuu and Me

T Kisses From Leather & Metal

Chasing Yours

T Feeling Of Agony & Ecstasy

All Over My Face

Bring Back That Night

Of Walls Tumbling

Of Fears Crumbling

Of Eyes Opening

Bring Back That Night

Of Storytelling N Candlelight

Stories Of Blood & Murder

Frankenstein & Countess Dracula

I Could Never B Afraid

Naked N Your Arms

Oh! That Night…

Prayer

I offer myself
To the gods of love
To the goddesses of lust & death
Open me
Fill me with all there is to know
Feel every vibrating cell
Resonate with love song
Alive in love
I choose to live in love