Everything is rhythm

The Seven Hermetic Principles

“The lips of Wisdom are closed, except to the ears of Understanding.” – The Kybalion

In the years of old Egypt, a fundamental truth was shared, which had a profound and remarkable effect on all esoteric teachings to come, from Christian mystics and the Jewish Kabbalah, up to the secret knowledge of India written down in the Upanishads. All these occult teachings show a resemblance in their deepest and most basic ideas. The master Hermes Trismegistos, whose actual physical existence had never been proved, has been said to be the “Master of the Masters”, “the Scribe of the Gods”, and even “the God of Wisdom” himself. As a mythological figure, the greek god Hermes is equal to the roman god Mercury and to the egyptian deity Toth; god of the moon, magic and wisdom. Hermes’ philosophy has been passed on both orally and in writing throughout the last several centuries. The first written version is said to be the “Tabula Smaragdina”, a text of twelve sentences that contains all knowledge, found within Hermes’ grave. While the original Tabula Smaragdina is missing, writings about it have been found in Latin, Arabic and Greek since several hundreds of years. In 1908 knowledge from the Tabula Smaragdina and the Corpus Hermeticum (other texts by Hermes Trismegistos) got translated and further elaborated in English, known as The Kybalion. The philosophy of Hermes is the key to the understanding of all mystic teachings, including astrology, alchemy and psychology, as well as the many occult writings of different religions. The purpose of all these teachings is the same - The transmutation of consciousness into a higher vibrational state.

The philosophy of Hermes, and thus of all occult and esoteric knowledge, is based on the Seven Hermetic Principles. These laws are universal and ineradicable.

I - The Principle of Mentalism

“The All is Mind; the universe is mental.” – The Kybalion

Our material universe holds a substantial reality, The All, within itself. This All is pure spirit, a living mind, unknowable and undefinable. It is infinite and eternal in time and space. Matter is a mental creation of the All. But while all matter is illusionary from an absolute point of view, it is very real to the finite mind, and must be treated so; however, always with a clear understanding of the higher truth.

II - The Principle of Correspondence

“As above, so below; as below, so above.” – The Kybalion
Our universe consists of the Three Great Planes: the great physical plane, the great mental plane and the great spiritual plane. The Principle of Correspondence implies that there is a harmony and correspondence between each of these planes, since they were all born from the same source. All laws and characteristics are universal and apply to all three great planes and their sub-planes. The alchemist knew that once he turns metal into gold, the same transformation will be done unto his soul.

III - The Principle of Vibration

“Nothing rests; everything moves; everything vibrates.” – The Kybalion
Everything within the All is in motion. Matter, mind and spirit are basically the same energy, but differentiate from each other by their rate of vibration. For us humans, the mental plane is eminently interesting, because all kinds of emotions, thoughts, will or desire, as well as any kind of mental condition, vibrates in its very specific mode. One can gain total control of their own mental states and moods by mastering this principle and change their own vibration, and also affect the minds of others by changing theirs. This phenomena is known as telepathy, induction or suggestion.

IV - The Principle of Polarity

“Everything is dual; everything has poles; everything has its pair of opposites. Opposites are identical in nature, but different in degree. Extremes meet; all paradoxes may be reconciled. Everything is and isn’t, at the same time.” – The Kybalion
Everything within the All, whether it is material, mental or spiritual, has two poles, which are but the two extremes of the same thing, with many varying degrees between them. Mental transmutation can only happen by changing the vibrational rate within a thing, but a thing can never be changed in its nature. An undesired rate of mental vibration can be transformed by focusing and putting the awareness onto the other pole. As it is written in the Kybalion: “If you are possessed by fear, do not waste time trying to “kill out” fear, but instead cultivate the quality of courage, and the fear will disappear.” The tendency of nature itself is to move into the direction of a higher vibration, back to the pure spirit it once came from.

V - The Principle of Rhythm

“Everything flows, out and in; everything has its tides; all things rise and fall; the pendulum-swing manifests in everything; the measure of the swing to the right is the measure of the swing to the left; rhythm compensates.” – The Kybalion
Between the two poles of everything, there is a pendulum-like movement, a measured motion with equal amplitude to the left and to the right. This balance of the swing is called the Law of Compensation. This law also applies to mental states in man, balancing the capacity for pain and pleasure. The more suffering one is able to bear, the more enjoyment awaits him, and vice versa. However, Hermetics use the Law of Neutralization by changing their own vibrations to a higher plane, and thus escape the effects of the negative swing of the pendulum on the lower plane.

VI - The Principle of Cause and Effect

“Every cause has its effect; every effect has its cause; everything happens according to law; chance is but a name for law not recognized; there are many planes of causation, but nothing escapes the law.” – The Kybalion
There is no such thing as chance; there is a cause for every effect and an effect for every cause. Chance is a term for an effect that results from causes we can’t perceive or understand. Most of us go through life being mere effects; pawns to their own creation.
Those who are able to raise their vibration to a higher plane, those who understand that not only our acts, but also our thoughts and emotions will have an effect, become Causers instead of Effects. They dominate moods, characters, qualities and powers in both themselves and in others. They do not escape from causation, but they serve on the higher plane, and rule on the lower one.

VII - The Principle of Gender

“Gender is in everything; everything has its masculine and feminine principles; gender manifests on all planes.” – The Kybalion
Everything on the material, mental and spiritual plane contains the masculine and the feminine principle. Neither the masculine nor the feminine principle is capable of creating without the operative energy of the other. While the feminine principle tends to receive impressions, and generates thoughts, ideas and the full work of imagination upon these outer perceptions, it needs the masculine principle and its expressive tendency to generate and materialize original mental creations. Creation is only possible by a union of the two elements.

For the Hermetics it was not only essential to know and deeply understand these principles, but also to master, use and express them. Only then could some good come out of it for the possessor of the knowledge, and for the whole race. “True hermetic transmutation is a Mental Art”, speaks the Kybalion, “If the universe be mental, in its substantial nature, then it follows that Mental Transmutation must change the conditions and phenomena of the universe. If the universe is mental, then Mind must be the highest Power affecting its phenomena. “ The Hermetics knew that by raising their own vibration to a higher plane, and thus be able to rule on the lower one, they did not cheat, but play an important part of the game. They still served on the higher planes, fully aware that they could not destroy or avoid any principle.

“The half-wise, recognizing the comparative unreality of the universe, imagine that they may defy its laws. Such are vain and presumptuous fools. The truly wise, knowing the nature of the universe, use law against laws; the higher against the lower; and by the Art of Alchemy transmute that which is undesirable into that which is worthy, and thus triumph. Transmutation, not presumptuous denial, is the weapon of the master.” – The Kybalion

From Awakening Osiris,
The Egyptian Book of the Dead:

45. Becoming the Child

In seafoam, in swirlings and imaginings I am fish, tadpole, crocodile. I am an urge, an idea, a portent of impossible dreams. I lie between heaven and earth, be­tween goodness and evil, patience and explosion. I am innocent and rosy as dawn. I sleep with my finger in my mouth, the cord of life curled beside my ear. Like a child in its mother’s belly, I am with you but not among you. I know no ending for I have no beginning. I have always been here, a child in the silence of things, ready to wake at any moment.
I am possibility.
What I hate is ignorance, smallness of imagination, the eye that sees no farther than its own lashes. All things are possible. When we speak in anger, anger will be our truth. When we speak in love and live by love, truth in love will be our comfort.
Who you are is limited only by who you think you are.
I am the word before its utterance. I am thought and desire. I am a child in the throat of god.
Things are possible—joy and sorrow, men and women, children. Someday I’ll imagine myself a different man, build bone and make flesh around him. I am with you but a moment for an eternity. I am the name of everything.
I’ve dreamed the nightmare a hundred times, that old revulsion of bone and flesh, waking in sweat, in a headlong rush toward the world, into the cool certainty of fires that burn in sudden stars, the heat in the body. That I am precludes my never having been.
What I know was given to me to say. There is more.
There are words that exist only in the mind of heaven, a bright knowing, a clear moment of being. When you know it, you know yourself well enough. You will not speak.
I am a child resting in love, in the pleasure of clouds. I read the book of the river. I hold the magic of stones and trees. I find god in my fingers and in the wings of birds. I am my delight, creator of my destiny. It is not vanity.
There are those who live in the boundaries of guilt and fear, the limits of imagination. They believe limita­tion is the world. You can not change them. There is work of your own to do. You will never reach the end of your own becoming, the madness of creation, the joy of existence.
Dance in the moment. Reach down and pull up song. Spin and chant and forget the sorrow that we are flesh on bone. I return to the rhythm of water, to the dark song I was in my mother’s belly. We were gods then and we knew it. We are gods now dancing in whirling dark­ness, spitting flame like stars in the night.
In the womb before the world began, I was a child among other gods and children who were, or may be, or might have been. There in the dark when we could not see each other’s faces, we agreed with one mind to be born, to separate, to forget the pact we made that we might learn the secrets of our fraternity.
We agreed to know sorrow in exchange for joy, to know death in ex­change for life. We were dark seeds of possibility whisper­ing. Then one by one we entered alone. We walked on our legs, and as we had said, we passed in well-lit streets without recognizing each other; yet we were gods sheathed in flesh, the multitude of a single spirit. Gods live even in darkness, in the world above your heads, in the crevices of rocks, in the open palms of strangers.
I am a child, the seed in everything, the rhythm of flowers, the old story that lingers. Among cattle and fruit sellers, I am air. I am love hidden in a shy maiden’s gown. I am the name of things. I am the dream changing before your eyes. I am my body, a house for blood and breath. I am a man on earth and a god in heaven. While I travel the deserts in frail form, while I grow old and weep and die, I live always as a child inside the body of truth, a blue egg that rocks in the storm but never breaks. I sleep in peace in my mother’s lap, a child mesmerized by sunlight on the river. My soul is swallowed up by god.
Out of chaos came the light.
Out of the will came life.

The Seven Hermetic Principles of the Kybalion

Hermetic principles are laws that govern the entire universe much like the magickal laws, but these are present in all things, and are less exclusive to simply just magick itself. These hermetic principles were given to us in the hermetic text of the Kybalion in which were said to be written down by the Three Initiates. The hermetic principles are a good idea for a practitioner to learn in order to understand how the universe, and magick works as a whole, so that they can use it better in order to further their practice. These are principles that cannot be broken, because they are not morals, but are much rather understandings of how the universe will work in certain ways without flaw. this will just be a very quick rundown of the seven hermetic principles of the Kybalion. These laws should always be looked into more thoroughly, because there is always more that these laws can teach you about the universe, and our existence.

The Principle of Mentalism

“THE ALL IS MIND; The Universe is Mental.” - The Kybalion.

This first principle tells us that the all of the universe is consciousness. We are all connected, and we are all of one mind. The only thing that really exists is the all of the mind. Everything is a mental creation of the all, and in this mind is where we exist. There’s no separation of mind, and matter, and the mind controls everything that we experience be it physical, spiritual, or mental. Everything is perceived, controled, and understood through the mind, and is the whole of the universe.

The Principle of Correspondence

“As above, so below; as below, so above.” - The Kybalion.

This hermetic principle communicates to us that by looking at one lower, smaller, or internal system you can understand, and see the same patterns in the other higher, bigger, or external system, and vice versa. The principle of correspondence shows that paradigms are connected, and function usually in similar ways. Correspondences can always be drawn between different phenomenon in different planes, and situations, and will usually share aspects of each other. By understanding one you can understand the other, because of the way they connect, and stimulate each other. The function of this principle will allow you to understand the unknown, by taking a look at the known, so that you can divine parts of the universe you never thought you could reach.

The Principle of Vibration

“Nothing rests; everything moves; everything vibrates.” - The Kybalion.

The hermetic principle of vibration is the principle that tells us everything is vibrating constantly, and is in motion. Nothing stands still, and everything is motion. These vibrations are what make up the difference between all aspects of matter, mind, and even spirit. By simply changing the vibration of certain things you can turn them in to completely different things. It is these different vibrations that give essence to this universe. Matter has a very low vibration, and spirit has a high vibration, and everything else exists in between these two extreme polarities allowing the whole of existence to exist within this spectrum of vibrations.

The Principle of Polarity

“Everything is Dual; everything has poles; everything has its pair of opposites; like and unlike are the same; opposites are identical in nature, but different in degree; extremes meet; all truths are but half truths; all paradoxes may be reconciled.” - The Kybalion.

The principle of polarity tells us there’s always at least two aspects, sides, and equations to a construct. There will always be two sides to everything that make up a greater whole that will have aspects of both sides. These aspects are even two sides of the same coin, but are not limited by binary values, but an overarching spectrum. These two extremes sides are actually the same thing just on different points on the overarching spectrum, making all opposites parts of each other. This shows that all concepts that are opposites are all one in the same just with different varying degrees. Such things as hot, and cold are exactly the same thing with hot, and cold being the extremes of the polarity. Truly one cannot separate when cold stops in hot begins. They are forever bound to each other, connected along a spectrum of polarity.

The Principle of Rhythm

“Everything flows, out and in; everything has its tides; all things rise and fall; the pendulum-swing manifests in everything; the measure of the swing to the right is the measure of the swing to the left; rhythm compensates.” - The Kybalion.

Does principle tells us everything has a rhythm to it, and there is a cycle to everything in existence. There’s always a constant motion that flows to, and fro throughout the entire essence of the universe, making the universe like a swinging pendulum that will continuously swing left to right in all aspects of its being. This pendulum’s swing will swing along the spectrum of many different extremes of polarity creating a very balanced flow throughout all these aspects of the universe. This rhythm can be seen and worked with in order for you to get the most out of certain situations, and practices. By understanding that there is a rhythm you can allow yourself to flow with it, giving yourself an advantage. The rhythm is beautiful, and ever present in all things, all you have to do is find it in order to work with it, so that you can better your existence. This rhythm is seen in everything, and is a very important part of life.

The Principle of Cause and Effect

“Every Cause has its Effect; every Effect has its Cause; everything happens according to Law; Chance is but a name for Law not recognized; there are many planes of causation, but nothing escapes the Law.” - The Kybalion.

This principle tells us that for every cause there will be in effect. This principle is pretty self-explanatory, and you can see it in all things, and you probably have some experience working with it. Every effect has to be caused by something in order for it to happen. This law also tells us there is no such thing as coincidence just the act of a cause, and effect going on notice resulting in an effects that most weren’t expecting. This law also tells us that the higher planes will always have dominion over the lower planes, and by causing things to happen in the higher, one will always be able to affect the lower.

The Principle of Gender

“Gender is in everything; everything has its Masculine, and Feminine Principles; Gender manifests on all planes.”- The Kybalion.

The principle of gender communicates that genders are ever-present on all planes of existence, and everything has masculine, and feminine qualities. No one thing is only masculine, or feminine energy, but an amalgamation of both. These energies will make up the whole of the being, and will be embodied, and manifested on every plane from the physical, to the mental, and on to even the spiritual. The connection of these energies that gives the life of all things generation, regeneration, and creation.

(…)Melancholia is, I believe, a musical problem: a dissonance, a change in rhythm. While on the outside everything happens with the vertiginous rhythm of a cataract, on the inside is the exhausted adagio of drops of water falling from time to tired time. For this reason the outside, seen from the melancholic inside, appears absurd and unreal, and constitutes ‘the farce we all must play’. But for an instant – because of a wild music, or a drug, or the sexual act carried to its climax – the very slow rhythm of the melancholic soul does not only rise to that of the outside world: it overtakes it with an ineffably blissful exorbitance, and the soul then thrills animated by delirious new energies(…)

Alejandra Pizarnik, fragment from “The Melancholy Mirror” in “The Bloody Countess”

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[In spite of my admiration for some of her poems and, particularly, the singular intensity emanated in her poetic speech (where the ultimate source of that strength is, precisely, a constant opposition between life and death and the prevalence of the last, most of the times, taken to the limit…sometimes almost in the frontier of unbearable…though i believe the touch in that frontier is Pizarnik’s “tour de force” ), it is also true that my mood is not always receptive or conciliated with that obsessive and suffocating lyricism of the abyss in spiral that characterizes Alejandra Pizarnik’s world. But i have to confess my invariable astonishment everytime I comeback to this fragment of The Mirror of Melancholy (of hers Blood Countess). Fascinating!]

Melancholia is, I believe, a musical problem: a dissonance, a change in rhythm. While on the outside everything happens with the vertiginous rhythm of a cataract, on the inside is the exhausted adagio of drops of water falling from time to tired time. For this reason the outside, seen from the melancholic inside, appears absurd and unreal, and constitutes ‘the farce we all must play’. But for an instant – because of a wild music, or a drug, or the sexual act carried to its climax – the very slow rhythm of the melancholic soul does not only rise to that of the outside world: it overtakes it with an ineffably blissful exorbitance, and the soul then thrills animated by delirious new energies.
—  Alejandra Pizarnik
Scorpio Pt 9

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Warnings: SMUT SMUT Swearing.

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I walked slowly over to his masculine presence pulled at the towel around his neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss; he grabbed me and dug his fingers into my waist. I felt myself burning up everything in the room felt like it just melted away. I was thrown out of my bliss by him pulling his mouth away from mine and growled as he grabbed my ass and lifted me up; I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, we smiled at each other for a second before he turned round and stepped back and sat on the chair. With me now straddling him and him tracing my outline so delicately “feeling better yet” I asked cheekily holding the back of his head with both my hands. “Not quite yet doll” he smiled as he grabbed my blouse and ripped it open sending the buttons flying over the floor “this is better” he remarked as he undone the clasp on my bra with one hand and pulled the back of my hair hard with the other; after I gasped I felt myself get wet; the lust this man brought out in me was overwhelming. I started to grind my hips into his area when his cock twitched beneath the towel he frowned and lifted me up and launched me on the bed.

He moved himself up to my level with a devilish grin before sitting back up and slowly pulling of my underwear before chucking it behind him. My turn now; with all my strength I pushed him onto his back; I quickly got on top of him and pinned his arms above his head. I could tell he was surprised at my strength but also aroused as I felt him get hard beneath me; before he could say anything  I went to kiss him but bit his lip instead he growled as he twisted his hands free and yanked my hair to which I let out a gasp. “My you are a strong kitten” he snarled but he just smiled and rested both of his hands on my hips; I was definitely going to take advantage of this. As much as I’m currently in control it’s an illusion as I know full well if he wanted it different it would be. I lifted myself up slightly and undone the towel at his waist and freed his erection before guiding it inside me, he let out a low growl as I leaned back to feel his full length. I rested one hand behind on the bed and the other I rested on his now heaving chest. He was clearly enjoying the view, he moved his hands to my breasts and squeezed them tightly before moving his hands back down to my hips and controlled the speed of my movement as I started to move my hips in a circular motion. Each movement hit my spot exactly; I started to moan and let out breaths as I tried to move faster but was not allowed, he sat up as much as he could and stopped me moving and ran his pale hands down into the small of my back. Before I knew it he’d lifted me and I was laying on my back breathing heavy and felt just how wet I was as he pulled out of me and got of the bed and went to a the bedside draw on his side. He pulled out the familiar satin blindfold and sat beside me. I was filled with excitement; what would happen this time? “Do you trust me” he asked seriously.

“Not in the slightest” I laughed back in reply as I sat up willing him to continue “Good” he smirked as once again he removed one of my senses.

“Lie on your back arms out” He demanded, I smiled and did as I was told. The sensation of something soft was being tied around my wrists; I tried to pull at them, there was not a lot of give. I was excited at the thought of these under the bed restraints. I felt him walk away and a door opened and closed, the air in the room was still, I was alone and once again left feeling exposed and fragile for what seemed like an age. The door opened and closed again and something was placed on the table beside me; I really hoped it was J or this could be embarrassing. “The best thing about having power over people is that you’ll always win, even if they resist it just makes it more fun more fun to me to watch them break” as he spoke these words I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a tiny bit worried about what was coming “But you doll you’re too irresistible for me to break and I have much more fun building you up” he continued as he ran both his hands slowly up my legs before pulling them apart and climbing on top of me. A blast of a cold sensation on my lips shot through my heightened senses to make me shiver as an ice cube slowly made its way from my lips to my neck; I could feel his hair slip onto the side of my face. I gently pulled on the satin restraints as the trail of ice ventured round the front of my body, I could feel the ice cube melting and cold water was trickling down my sides made my muscles twitch. “Having fun kitten” he asked, I could picture his smirking face and this implored me to not want to give him the satisfaction “A little” I lied. In response he quickly put his lips to my ear “How about now” he whispered as a shock bolted through me; my clit was completed overwhelmed by the ice cube which was being held directly on it. I gasped and yanked at my restraints as I arched my back. I breathed out deeply as the ice was moved. My body still in shock I felt him sit up dragging his cold hands down my body before my legs either side of him.

My whole area was sensitive as the ice cold water was running down from my clit; this was soon soothed by the warm press of his tongue, when it reached my clit he gently sucked it into his mouth before letting go and pressing the tip of his tongue and running it down and pressing  the it into me; I let out a low moan and pressed into him as much as I could be he pulled away and softly ran the tip of his nose up my stomach and lightly kissed my breast before thrusting two fingers inside me “Fuck” I gasped “ That’s what I like to hear kitten” he purred. Everything with him is just so much more intense that anything I’ve experienced before. I bit my lip as his fingers started to move in and out of my wetness; with each movement he bit down my body leaving a trail of red marks until he was massaging my throbbing clit with his tongue again in small circles. Everything was in perfect rhythm. My breathing was increasing and so was his I was trying to push into him with my hips but his free hand was pressing down into my hip. He’d taken control back.

As the pleasure was building I pulled harder on the satin binding me leading to him to quicken his rhythm; my moaning was getting louder with each thrust of his fingers and with each passing second he was bringing me closer. As I was on the verge I curled my toes into the bed and tensed my muscles he completely stopped and all the tension was gone. I called my breathing feeling slightly annoyed. “You’ve been a bad girl for daddy and I don’t think you deserve to cum”

“What? I haven’t done anything” I said exasperated.

“Oh but you have babydoll you’ve had pleasure that wasn’t mine and daddy doesn’t like to share” He growled. How on earth did he know about that; stupid question I told myself as he removed the blindfold. “I’d normally just go and dispose of her but I’m feeling nice and I thought I’d have way more fun making you beg for daddy to satisfy you” his smile was mischievous but his eyes were deadly serious. I was relieved yet anxious at how long this man was going to torment me and bring me to the brink; this was going to be a battle of wills.

He leaned down nuzzled my head to the side and breathed lightly on my neck and he made damn sure that his hard cock was pressed against  my clit; I tilted my hips to glide against him as I dug my head into the bed and let out a sigh “How badly do you need me inside you kitten?” As he grabbed his cock and teased my entrance; this was agonising I needed him inside me but I wasn’t going to let him win “A bit” I lied again. He smiled completely seeing through me “Well I’ll have to work a bit harder for you then won’t I” He started to trace his fingers down in between my breasts and down the centre of my body and just brushed over my clit and slowly eased his fingers into me; I moaned and pushed into him. I could tell he was enjoying every little reaction and movement I made. His fingers glided in and out of me with ease and I could feel myself get wetter and wetter “You’re so ready for me” He breathed heavily as his fingers left me.

He sat back and pulled my legs up slightly and grabbed a pillow and placed it under my lower back so my hips were slightly tilted. As if he couldn’t resist anymore he pulled my legs slightly apart and aligned himself and slowly pressed his length into me; we both exhaled deeply. He began thrusting which quickly had us both panting; his thumb started caressing my clit in circle, I pulled hard on my restraints as the pleasure surged through my body. He completely knew my body in such a short space of time; just before my muscles built to completely release he stopped all movement. I threw my head back in frustration as he smiled cruelly and looked down at me with those ocean blue eyes of his. “Has kitten learned her lesson that she’s mine?”

“Yes daddy” I cried

“Tell me what you want” he demanded. He wants me to beg and right now I don’t care I give in, I’ve been edged enough.

“Please make me cum daddy I’m yours” I begged.

“That’s better” He smiled wickedly as he started flexing his hips vigorously and applying pressure to my clit; his low growl was drowned out completely by my cries of pleasure. My arms began to ache from all the straining; the muscles in the lower half of my body also began to ache and tense. Again he stopped. “Fuck” I cried. He smiled as I frowned; I tried to calm myself by slowly breathing out through my nose. He leaned down and kissed me with such passion I couldn’t help but moan into him as his tongue explored my mine. “I didn’t quite believe you princess” he said sternly; he leaned into me again and I bit his lip and made him bleed and screamed a look rage and desperation at him. “Hmm that’ll do” he slowly sucked the blood away from his bottom lip. He leaned back up and started slamming himself into me full pace; the muscles in his core dancing, his chest heaving, he threw his head back and grunted. As soon as he started rubbing my clit I completely exploded around him, my muscles convulsed violently making me scream his name. The pleasure ripped through me as there was still pressure applied to my clit which was adding power to each contraction. He carried on thrusting into me overwhelming me until he quickly found his release with a deep growl.

I was spent, I didn’t even care I was still bound, my body felt so heavy I felt like I had no strength. He pulled away and leaned and kissed me softly while releasing me. My wrists were sore and red; I managed to roll on my side speechless. He laid behind me and gently ran his fingertips down my side. “Babydoll as much as you blow me away we must actually do some work tomorrow” he tucked my hair behind my ear as I turned my head slightly to him “I guess so” I mustered tired and exhausted. I’m not sure how much we are ever going to get done seeing as we are so magnetic to one another.

MONSTA X SCENARIO: How would be in bed

Warning: Kind of smut (idk)


Shownu: In the first few times he’d be shy and do everything very slowly, to not hurt you and also have control of himself, but from the moment you were accustomed to each other Shownu would let the things go. Wouldn’t be afraid to be confident and sometimes show everything that he can do, meanwhile always worrying about you.

Wonho: I don’t think he would do nothing without asking you, he’d like to see you taking the first initiative so then take you to bed and show how dominant he can be. Also would like to see you begging and demonstrating how he could mess with your body with just a few touches.

Wonho would have moments, some days he’d just want to watch a movie and cuddle, but other days he wouldn’t care if you are in public or at home.

Minhyuk: His focus would be on teasing, he’d tease you until you beg him to stop and then things would start to get hot, but everything in a slow rhythm dictated by him who would give preference in being able to watch you carefully, and it would make him even more excited.

Minhyuk can ask for sex in any place and at any time and wouldn’t have modesty in talking to you and the others about it.

Kihyun: He seems to combine with angry or jealous sex, because it’d make him go faster and be heavier, since he’s very accustomed with the usual  vanilla sex. He’d be very concerned with you, like Shownu, and would believe that everything should be between four walls, so nobody would know how he really is when you are alone

Hyungwon: Usually he seems calm and quiet, but between four walls he’d be extremely dom, would prefer to stay on top and would like to give you some orders, like to moan or scream higher. He’d enjoy something like massage, pole dance…

Jooheon: He would like to be on top most of the times, with something provocative and a little more violent (if both parties agree), but he’d also like to leave you in charge, as for example on those sunday mornings you just wake up or even after months without seeing each other.

Anyway, Jooheon style is very variable, but something that will never change are his fantasies and fetishes, who would like to see you dressed in themed outfits.

I.M: Changkyun is the kind of person that likes to travel and try new things, so he’d like to have sex in the strangest places as possible. He also enjoy teasing in public places, such as in a restaurant, and then to make you beg for it after.

He’d like to control everything and would have a strong and uncontrollable rhythm. It’d be hard for anyone to accompany Chang in what would be a real sex marathon, because he would never be satisfied.

~ADM Cherry~

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Kiss Him

Summary: Based on this drabble. Dean and Sam enjoy having threesomes. Totally normal, vanilla, “both of us are only into the girl” threesomes. And then one woman tells them to kiss, and another convinces them to actually do it.

Relationships: Dean x Sam x OFC, Dean x Sam

Warning: Wincest, threesomes, anal sex, rimming, ALL THE SMUT

Word Count: 9600 (I’m not even sorry)

A/N: This fic is my baby. It’s the longest, possibly dirtiest fic I’ve written, and I’m damn proud of it. But beware, although it’s largely threesomes, there is a great deal of Wincest involved. Wincest is actually the point, so if that’s not your ship, don’t read. But if you are even remotely curious, please read on. I’d love all the feedback on this one, please! Tags below the cut. Special thanks to @unadulteratedstorycollector, @oriona75, @aprofoundbondwithdean and @kittenofdoomage for reading bits and pieces and cheering me on.

“Kiss him,” she said, a clear challenge in her voice.

Dean inwardly cringed, knowing she had seen him look at Sam, knowing what it must look like to her. She didn’t know they were brothers. If she did, she probably wouldn’t have come back here at all. And if she had, she’d be running in disgust the second she thought she wasn’t the only one Dean was attracted to.

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.rhythm. by Camila Guerreiro
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“Everything in the universe has a rhythm, everything dances.” - Maya Angelou. - Florianópolis, Brasil. Ektar 100 Pentax ME Super.

Polar Opposites (2/2)

PART ONE - PART TWO

Words: 7678

Genre: Fluff, Implied Smut, Stripper Jimin, Pole Dancing OC

Notes: Inspired by this fic

The teachers had called down every student in your department during lunchtime over the intercom. Walking down the hall to the studio  - you hear your name being called. “Hey Y/N!” Turning around, It was Seolhyun – one of your good friends who was in your department.

“What’s up?”

“Are you competing in the annual Conte De Fée?”

“Yeah of course!” Conte De Fée was a national, partner competition. The academy had won 3 times in a row until last year but it was the pride and joy of the academy. The winner received a trophy, $3000 for their department, a scholarship but the best was the summer internship in France with the top instructor, BoA.

Seolhyun starts walking with you. “But I heard a lot of things changed.” She whispers while looking around.

“Like what?” You ask suddenly feeling curious.

“Well it’s just rumours but remember what happened last year?” You nod, the gossip was still clear in your mind. Last year the academy was eliminated from the competition due to tampering, sabotage or something of that sort - nothing was really clear, it was just all rumours.

“Apparen-”

“Ahem.” Her words get cut off by a teacher standing behind you. Embarrassed, you two step aside and allow your teacher to enter the studio. “Coming in ladies?” He asks and you two nod.

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One thing you don’t often hear about Florida is all the wild fucking nature and animals. My backyard is on a canal so it can be a zoo some days, with great blue herons, osprey, turkey vultures, burrowing owls, otters, giant iguanas, jesus lizards, giant soft shell turtles, cormorants diving for fish and the usual birds, raccoons, ducks, & possums. The first time I went canoeing/kayaking it was like a religious experience. It reset my mind. It was like I forgot everything and fall into a rhythm where it all made sense. The residual feeling lasted for days.
Later, I looked at buying a kayak and a roof rack for our car. Of course first, you need to put rails on the car then the rack. And then you need to get the right paddles. It wasn’t cheap I’d have to spend almost two grand to do it right. Then I started laughing. Why is it everytime a human being has a religious experience they have to build a church or write some kinda book? Why not just merge with everything and relax? Why do we have to become experts and control everything?
Drink a good $9 bottle of wine and put on some real music. Eat some good food, enjoy yourself and other people. Get fucked. Don’t become a sommelier and start a wine collection and build a wine cellar. Just drink, eat, and enjoy. Give park ranger $18 bucks and rent a kayak for ½ a day. Or spend thousands of dollars and drag a bunch of shit around forever and join a club and online forums. Why are we such stupid boring assholes?
Maybe we’re just control freaks who have to pretend that we’re special and useful. Maybe we gotta be good or bad so we can pretend that falling in love isn’t the simplest fucking thing in the world. I guess we’re just scared and not quite ready (we’ll never be ready) Maybe it just feels good to get all tied up in knots only to come undone with so much pomp and circumstance. Or perhaps we’re just programmed to buy shit because it makes us feel good to fulfill our programming.
The point is, freedom - peace - unified consciousness - love -or whatever you want to call this deeper reality of us. It’s always available and it doesn’t require anything. That was the whole point of the buddha. You can just sit under a tree and stop.
Of course, you can claim to be god and get tortured and nailed to a tree if that’s yer kink. But it’s been done. Maybe rent a paddle boat and read poetry to the birds.