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Life is a Symphony~ Late Wicked Wednesday

A symphony is an elaborate musical composition for full orchestra, typically in four movements, at least one of which is traditionally in sonata form, says Wikipedia. But, what is a symphony to you? Music? Life? Love?


I lay here on our bed, toes stretched out, ready to paint my toes a delightful shade of black. "My Little Demon" he calls black toenails seem like a good choice. The sounds of "A Romance for Clara" drift softly through the wireless speakers in our room. It's a calming and exciting piece and I find myself forgetting what I'm supposed to be doing. The constant swirl of anxiety that fills my brain slowly ebbs and is replaced by light, calm feeling. Music really can soothe the savage Little Demon. The piece starts off like a happy and hopeful love story, calm, soothing...then reaches a frenzied, almost anxiety filled pace midway, before fading into a soft, quiet acceptance of the love that Robert Schumann felt for Clara Schumann, over 200 years ago. I smile at the thought of a love so great, that you'd wait 12 years to marry and against your families wishes...a great sin at that time.

I have that love and it makes me grin and get a bit wet thinking about him and the way he'd touched and tortured me the night before. Toes forgotten, and music playing on repeat, I reached for my friendly vibrating device and relaxed into hits hum and began to stroke my clit and vulva. First slowly, with patience and hope...then as the song did my caressing of myself...until that near frantic, anxiety-filled led to an orgasmic crescendo. And as the song reached it's soft, loving did I. Not everyone can pleasure themselves to classical music, but being the submissive of a music teacher, I've learned that lesson the fun way. And believe me, I'm a great student...

In the mid 1830's , Romantic composer Robert Schumann wrote a sexy piece of classical music for his wife, Clara Schumann (a famous German composer and musician in her own right as well.) The piece was entitled, "A Romance for Clara" and it speaks to my soul now as I write this. You may listen along here: If you are intrigued about the love story that was Robert and Clara Schumann's can read more of that history here...


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