Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Crown royal on ice

Charlie turned down the dirt road, heading nowhere in particular. She wondered why she had chosen to take her bike, instead of her car. In the distance, she saw an old bar. Maybe she needed a drink. "Yes, one drink wouldn’t hurt", Charlie said aloud to keep herself from turning around. When she walked into the dimly lit bar, she went immediately to sit in the back corner. “What can I get you,” a sexy voice said, standing over her. When their eyes met, Charlie felt her kitty kat jump, becoming moist. It had been a while, and she was horny as hell. “Crown royal on ice please,” she said trying to take her eyes from his. “Sure thing, coming right up,” the handsome stranger said. When he turned to walk away, Charlie checked him out. His ass was firm and she could tell through his tight jeans that his legs were toned, muscular and would feel great when she held on to them, as she rode him into ecstasy.
When he returned with her drink, she saw the huge bulge in front of his pants. Damn, she thought. All of that and he wasn’t even hard. Charlie knew that she had to have some of that. She loved a man with a huge dick, and appreciated him even more if he knew how to use it. He left her drink on the table in front of her and walked away. Charlie sipped, imagining he was the warm liquid going down her throat. She nearly choked, when she climaxed right there in her seat. She crossed her legs. “What the hell,” she said. The only other customer in the bar looked her way with an annoyed expression on his face. He shook his head, thinking she was some lunatic. When Charlie finished her losing battle with another orgasm, she looked up to see the stranger watching her from the bar. The way he penetrated her with his eyes, sent her body into another wonderful wave of pleasure.
“Last call,” he called out. The other guy finished his drink, left his pay and a generous tip, and walked out of the bar. Charlie wasn’t ready to leave, in fact, she hadn’t put a dent in her drink and she planned to sit there as long as she needed, to finish it. “You mind if I finish up hear first,” she asked. He didn’t speak only walked toward her. His eyes never left hers, burning passion within her. Charlie was about to explode. “Come with me,” he said walking towards a long hallway. Charlie wasn’t intimidated, she welcomed a challenge. She got off on them. She got up from the table, downed the rest of her drink and followed her strange companion.
She rounded the corner and was immediately attacked. He grabbed her breasts, kissing her with electricity. Charlie returned the kiss, using her mouth to show just how unnerved she was by his bluntness. The stranger rubbed her softly, then more aggressively. He moved his hands down to her flower, picking it slowly, feeling the moisture from watering it through her clothing. Charlie grinded against his hand, the crown royal had loosened her up a bit and now she was ready for the adventure he was sure to take her on. She moaned. His hands did wonders to her body. He gripped her tight ass, drawing her close to him. She felt her prize poking her in the stomach.
The stranger removed her clothing intensely, he wanted her. When he saw her turn her bike down the road heading to his bar, he wanted her. When she got off her bike, he wanted her. When she ordered his favorite brown liquor, crown royal, he wanted her more than before. The way her voice seduced him drove him insane. What was it about her? He would show her just how much he wanted her and then some. The lifted her up, placing her on top of a nearby deep freezer. She spread wide for him. Charlie gave him a lovely view as she held both ankles with her hands. “Damn,” he said. She was once a dancer, so yes, she was flexible. Charlie held her position, anticipating him inside her fiery walls. He saw her orgasm decorating her pussy and he used his tongue to accessorize her. She tasted like peaches and cream. When he finished his interior design, she looked sweeter, like icing on a cake. He removed his own clothing. When he entered her, he was home.
Her pussy wrapped around his dick like they belonged together. The way she moved with his rhythm was magical. She played his tune with perfect pitch, unbelievable harmony and just the right octave. He moved deeper. She moaned with delight, still holding her ankles. He pushed harder and she wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing him into her. She wanted to be in control and he wanted to feel her ride him just as he had seen her ride her bike. A woman on a motorcycle was an aphrodisiac. He wished he was her seat, with her pussy vibrating against his dick. She moved back and forth. He stopped her, holding her in place. He wasn’t ready to release. He wanted her to take him for a ride. He kissed her again, tasting the crown royal on her lips. “You taste delicious.”
He lifted her up again, his hands placed on each of her cheeks. He slapped them softly, but firmly. She rode him as he walked into his office, to his chair. He sat down, bringing her down on his dick hard. She screamed of pleasure, allowing the currents of his thickness to engulf her. Charlie was on the verge on another orgasm. She rode him like her Kawasaki, changing gears just at the appropriate time. He howled, smacking her ass as it bounced up and down. Charlie gave all of her throttle, passing every speed limit possible. She jerked, shifted, twisted, turned, and moved in every way he could have imagined. The girl definitely knew how to ride a stick, he thought letting his orgasm take him over the edge. He pumped harder, rougher, until he wasn’t able to move at all. He held her in place to stop her from moving any further.
Charlie kissed the sweat from his neck, tasting the salt in her mouth from his skin. She whispered in his ear, “baby I missed you.” He embraced her tightly. “I missed you too, can’t you tell,” he said laughing. She continued planting kisses all over his body. When she kissed his neck again, he was ready for another ride. “Baby, it’s going to be a long night. You know what crown royal on ice does to me. So buckle up your seatbelt and enjoy the ride.” Charlie eased down back on her throttle and took him on another wonderful destination. They made love the rest of the night. He wasn’t a stranger at all. He was her lover, her husband, the love of her life. It wasn’t just any old bar, it was their bar, on their ranch, and she planned to remain in his arms until they rode their bikes down the dirt road, to their beautiful home and do it all over again. Crown royal on ice will do it everything, Charlie thought riding the waves of love to more pleasure, more passion, more desire than she could have hoped for.

Monday, May 30, 2011

FOOD FOR THOUGHT:
I pondered this question long and hard. It has been weighing on my mind for a while. I just wanted to know your thoughts.
Is it possible to have PASSION without INTIMACY?
My answer: I believe this to be very true. I went back to a time and place in my life when I was just sitting in the same room as the love of my life and simply became aroused by his mannerisms. The way he cuddled his head in my lap, watching nothing in particular on television. The simple gesture of standing behind me, as I cooked dinner, washed dishes or walked into a room. The way he looks at me, with his eyes telling me how much I am desired, loved and wanted. When intimacy is added, the pleasure from the two combined is magical, breathtaking, simply beautiful.  

Saturday, May 28, 2011

"Baking a Cake"

Umm….I think I’ll bake a cake Demi thought as she picked up all the ingredients she needed to make her favorite triple chocolate, seven layer cake. It was her Love's birthday and she knew that it was his favorite. She walked around the whole foods market going from aisle to aisle, just to see if she needed anything else for the amazing birthday dinner she planned for tonight to cook for him. Bread, tomatoes, cheese, olive oil, wine, check chocolate chips, pecans, vanilla extract, amaretto, check. She looked down inside her basket, perusing through all of the items until she knew without a doubt she had everything and then some of what she needed. Jackson was going to be in for a night full of treats and tricks, Demi thought smiling.

The bikini wax she got earlier was making her hot, as she walked slowly behind the person standing in front of her in the checkout line. The little number she purchased from Fredrick's of Hollywood was fiery red, lacy and sheer enough to keep him on edge until he had his dinner. Maybe she would surprise him and have it on when he got there. Yes, that was exactly what she was going to do. Cooking dinner in sexy lingerie and the perfect pair of heels would definitely arouse his attention. Jackson loved her legs, always buying a new pair of stilettos for them (her legs), as he called it. Demi didn't dare complain. Beautiful, expensive designer shoes didn't just fall from trees, and she had a hunk of a man who showered her with them. What a very lucky girl indeed I am, Demi told herself each time he arrived home with another shoebox.

After Demi unloaded the car, she sat all of her ingredients for her cake to the side. Glancing at the clock, she realized she only had three hours to prepare dinner and bake her cake. Once everything was cooking, Demi quickly ran upstairs to jump in the shower. She wanted to wash all of her day's work off of her body. Plus, she wanted to be so fresh and so clean, for Jackson when he arrived. Demi removed the Fredrick's bag from her hiding spot and removed its contents. She held the small piece of clothing up in front of her, looking in the mirror. "Yes, he is going to die," she said smiling. Slowly she applied lotion to her body with Shea butter with the aroma of it smelled like freshly baked cookies. Jackson loved when she wore it and it made her body feel like silk. She stepped into her matching thong and then slid into her red seduction.

Demi walked back into the kitchen, to check on her amazing dinner. The scent from the kitchen smelled wonderful. When dinner was about ready, she turned everything to low heat. She was getting ready to start putting together her cake. First, she pulled out her mixing bowl. Before she went upstairs to shower, she left two sticks of butter out at room temperature. Demi placed the butter in the mixing bowl she whipped it and added her sugar. Before she knew what was happening next, strong hands were wrapped around her waist. "Hey Baby! I love the outfit. You look sexy as a mutha fucka. You mind if I help you with your cake?" Demi melted like the butter did when it mixed with the sugar. Her sugar was home and she was about to serve him dessert before dinner.

Demi turned to face Jackson. She kissed his soft sweet lips tenderly. He returned her kiss with more flavor. He moved the ingredients from the counter and replaced it with his BATTER. He lifted Demi up and removed her red thong. She opened her legs preparing for the mixing Jackson was about to put on her. He bent down in front on her. Now Layer one; Jackson kissed her thighs, adding just the right amount of licks and sucks. Layer two, he moved down to her legs, greasing them with tender, loving, care. Layer three, Jackson moved down to her feet flouring them with his tongue. Demi moaned. He used his tongue adding just the right amount of pleasure she desired. Layer four, Jackson sucked each one of her toes, caressing her thighs gently. Layer five, Jackson moved back up Demi's body until he found her secret ingredient. He added his tongue, fingers, licks and teases into her wet INGREDIENTS and then he used his wooden spoon to add his dry, which didn't stay dry when it mixed with her sweet, perfectly blended batter. He stirred her ingredients using just the right elevation. Layer six, Jackson gave Demi every ingredient, every spice, every flavor, more chocolate than she could have imagined. Jackson baked his own cake that night, right there on the kitchen counter. Layer seven, consisted of all the icing she could take, leaving her deliciously satisfied.

Dinner was delicious and when he and Demi finished feeding their strength, they moved all the dishes from the dining room table and Demi had her ice cream while Jackson had more cake. Together they created a memorable disaster, like going to get a special treat from their favorite bakery. They had legs, arms, backs, breasts, chest, balls, asses and all on the dining room table. Jackson would never forget his birthday cake; each and every one layer that Demi gave him. He looked forward to baking more cakes in their future. Jackson let his imagination compose several creations ones he knew would give him a sweet tooth.   

Thursday, May 26, 2011

TROUBLE

Trouble watched her prey, like a BITCH in heat. The scent of her body screamed "sex". She was in need of a ride, riding fast and furious. A lioness in mating season, choosing her sexual companion carefully, she licked her lips as she walked toward him. "Help me! Is anyone there? Please, don't hurt me. I will do anything you ask," he spoke with urgency in his voice. The blindfold over his eyes and rope around his hands and legs would give him a scare until she revealed herself. Slowly she strutted, stilettos clicking on the hardwood floor. "Shh," Trouble spoke just above a whisper. "If you do as I say, you will leave here greatly satisfied." The closer she got, the more her body generated sex. She wanted to take him in every hole on her body but she wanted to take him for a ride first.

Trouble removed his blindfolds. When he saw her, a slight smile escaped his lips. She knew that he wasn't afraid anymore, although he should be. He scanned her body from head to toe, immediately becoming aroused. The black see through, sheer, lingerie she had on hypnotized him. Damn! he thought while not being able to take his eyes off of her. "You like," she asked spinning around slowly to give him a full eye's view. Her ass was firm, smooth like butter and he wanted to spread her open and enjoy every bit of her. Her breasts were full, perky, some of the best he had seen and he had seen a lot in his time. Her nipples stood hard like chocolate covered raisins that he wanted to eat over and over again. The black stilettos she wore made her legs look long, toned and beautiful. He imagined them wrapped around his neck.

When Trouble turned back to give him another look at her curvaceous backside, she bended over in slow motion, grabbing both ankles. She held her pose and then touched her toes. She wanted him to see just how flexible she was. His dick got harder and harder, but the rope kept him from moving. It was about to rip out of his pants. He bit his lower lip, wishing it was one of her beautiful candies. Trouble moved like a cat, sleek and elegant, seductive and demanding attention. He watched in amazement. The way she worked her assets was none like any other. He wondered if she was an exotic dancer. She moved her hands from her toes, to her ankles, and then up to her thighs. She moved up her flat stomach, to her mesmerizing breasts, touching them tenderly. When she finished, she put one finger inside her mouth and sucked it. He almost fainted wishing her finger was his dick, her lollipop. He wanted to show her just how many licks it took to get to the center of his lollipop.

Trouble saw the huge bulge in front of her captive. It was her turn to smile. She couldn't wait to devour him. But first, she wanted to finish her show. She made a Vshape with her fingers and put it up to her mouth. She stuck her tongue in between them, moving it up and down, round and round, faster than what any human being should be able to do. She was driving him crazy. He wanted her. He wanted to feel her mouth on his body, preferably below his waist. "You like what you see," she asked. He nodded up and down in agreement. "Soon Baby! Just relax and enjoy the show. There is so much more to come. You cannot leave until I want to you." He smiled again, believing her. The rope didn't feel tight anymore, in fact, it was becoming an aphrodisiac.

Trouble bent down in front of him, removing the rope from around his ankles. She took off his shoes and socks. "Can you raise up for me Baby? I need to get these off." He did as instructed. She slid his pants down his legs, on to the floor, kicking them away with one of her stilettos. She smiled, looking into his eyes when she saw the prize she would win. Trouble retied the rope around his ankles, then undid the rope around his hands. She removed the remainder of his clothing. "Now the games can begin."

Trouble kissed his lips, sucking on his tongue gently. She worked his mouth with her own, like she would later work his dick. He kissed back but lost the fight when she placed her hand on him. She moaned. He was well endowed. Trouble kissed her way down his neck, his chest, his hard solid abs and then when she found the spot she wanted, she stopped. She stared at it, beaming. Trouble was about to take him for a ride but before she did, she had to fuel up. She buried her head inside his legs, spreading them a little wider. When her mouth found what she wanted, she kissed him there the same way she kissed his lips. He bucked at the intensity she gave, but he wasn't able to go anywhere. She worked him overtime. Sucking, licking, kissing, blowing, Trouble gave him all of her skills. She blew, as her tongue moved up and down, in circular motions. He became retarded, slobbing all over himself. He arched his back, his butt stood from the chair, but the rope held him in place. "Damn Girl! Shit! Where in the hell did you learn that from?" Trouble continued to fuel her ride. She didn't want to run out of gas along her undetermined destination.

When she felt him thump, she kissed harder, licked faster and when he climaxed, she sucked all of it away. She left him as clean as if she had just given him a bath. He growled, he shook, he cursed her. The things he said turned her on. Sure she had it all, Trouble straddled him it her back facing him. She eased into gear, feeling the hardness of his stick shift. She began her ride. Trouble moved slow and steady at first, moving from first gear to second. When she got to third, she increased her speed. By fourth gear, Trouble had him moaning out little terms of endearment. "Baby! Love! Sweetheart!" He called her names she could learn to adore. When it was almost time to go into fifth gear, she slowed down a bit. She moved in circles, on the way down. Trouble rotated on the tip, his head gasket, but still sparked his engine. Suddenly, she threw it into overdrive. She sped up, she ran every red light, every stop sign. Trouble didn't care if she got a million speeding tickets. Just as he was about to cum again, she bent over in front of him and touched her toes. She spread her legs wider, she moved like a booty shaking video girl, gyrating to a crazy beat. He tried to hold on to her, to move with her, but he couldn't. She had him just were she wanted him.

Trouble sat back down on her joystick. She wrapped each one of her ankles around the bottom of the chair to brace herself. She worked each gear again, only this time more intense, more powerful, more explosive. When she felt one of her own orgasms sneak up on her, she slowed back down. Trouble would get hers but she still didn't know her destination. She switched gears again. He hollered. He cursed, he gave thrusts, he worked her although he was tied up. Damn, she thought. He was a beast. If he could do the things he did tied up, imagine what he could do untied. Nah, she said. Next time, Trouble told herself. Right now she wanted to continue her journey. When the flames burning inside her couldn't be extinquished any longer, she came. She moved faster, up and down, she cursed new words of her own. She pushed harder, rougher, deeper. Trouble finally found her destination. She found HEAVEN!

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

LATE NIGHT PHONE CALL

AS I LAY IN BED, I CLOSE MY EYES TO KEEP FROM CRYING. IT'S ONLY BEEN A FEW WEEKS SINCE HE LEFT, BUT IT FEELS MORE LIKE YEARS. I KNEW HE HAD TO LEAVE, THAT DOESN'T MEAN I HAVE TO LIKE IT. WE GO THROUGH THIS LITTLE DILEMMA EACH AND EVERY TIME WE SEE EACH OTHER, BUT EACH TIME GETS HARDER THAN BEFORE. WHY DID I ALLOW MYSELF TO FALL IN LOVE WITH HIM? I WAS JUST FINE UNTIL HE LOCKED ON MY DOOR ONE NIGHT, TO BORROW SOME SUGAR. WELL, LET'S JUST SAY, I WAS THAT NIGHT AND STILL IS HIS SUGAR, WHILE HE BECAME MY SPICE.

WE BECAME INSEPARABLE THAT NIGHT, THAT RAINY NIGHT, SO MANY MONTHS AGO. I SMILE JUST KNOWING HE KNOWS MY NAME. I BLUSH AT THE VERY THOUGHT OF THE WAY HE KISSES ME. SO, HOW AM I GOING TO MAKE IT WITHOUT HIM? I CLOSE MY EYES TIGHTER BECAUSE I FEEL THE TEARS WELLING UP AGAIN BUT I REFUSE TO ALLOW THEM TO CAPTURE ME AGAIN. THE PHONE RINGS BUT I'M NOT IN THE MOOD TO TALK WITH ANYONE. I GLANCE AT THE CALLER ID AND MY HEART BEGINS TO RACE. IT'S HIM!

"HEY SWEETHEART. HOW ARE YOU? SOMETHING IN MY SPIRIT TOLD ME THAT YOU NEEDED TO HEAR MY VOICE."

"BABY, I AM SO HAPPY YOU CALLED! I HAVE BEEN MISSING YOU ALL DAY, ALL NIGHT AND ALL THE TIMES IN BETWEEN. WHEN ARE YOU COMING HOME?"

"SOON SWEETHEART, SOON. JUST KNOW THAT I MISS YOU MORE AND BEFORE YOU SAY IT, YES IT IS POSSIBLE."

HIS LAUGHTER EASED MY LONELINESS. I FELT MY HEART SKIP A BEAT. I WAS IN LOVE ALL OVER AGAIN. HE HAD THAT EFFECT ON ME AND I NEVER WANT THAT FEELING TO END.

"SWEETHEART, YOU STILL THERE?"

"YES HONEY, I'M HERE. YOU DON'T EVER HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT ME GOING ANYWHERE."

"IS THAT RIGHT? WELL, I LOVE THE SOUND OF THAT. I DON'T WANT YOU TO GO ANYWHERE BUT INTO MY ARMS WHEN I SEE YOU."

"I'LL DO MORE THAN THAT."

THE SEDUCTIVE WHY SHE SPOKE AROUSED HIM. HE DIDN'T WANT TO GET WORKED UP AWAY FROM HER, BUT SHE ALWAYS GOT HIM READY. EVEN IF SHE WASN'T TRYING, HE WAS READY. SHE WAS HIS SPARK PLUG, WHENEVER SHE WAS AROUND, HIS MOTOR NEVER RAN OUT OF GAS.

"BABY, WHEN ARE WE GOING TO SEE EACH OTHER AGAIN? IT'S BEEN WEEKS AND I KNOW THAT REALLY ISN'T A LONG TIME, BUT I NEED YOU, I WANT YOU, I MISS YOU, I LOVE YOU."

HE LISTENED TO THE SADNESS IN HER VOICE, WISHING HE WHERE THERE TO COMFORT HER, CONSOLE HER, MAKE LOVE TO HER. THE FACT OF THE MATTER WAS THAT HE DIDN'T KNOW WHEN HE WOULD BE HOME AGAIN. HE DIDN'T HAVE THE GUTS TO BREAK THE BAD NEWS, SO HE SAID "SOON".

"BABY, WILL YOU DO ME A HUGE FAVOR?"

"ANYTHING!"

"TAKE OFF ALL YOUR CLOTHES AND CLOSE YOUR EYES. JUST DO IT! CLOSE YOUR EYES."

I DID AS HE SAID, ALTHOUGH A LITTLE RELUCTANT. I TRUST HIM WITH MY HEART, BODY, MIND AND SOUL. HE ALSO KNEW THAT IF I SAID I WAS IN THE BED, I DIDN'T HAVE ON ANY CLOTHES. THE ONLY TIME I WORE CLOTHING WAS WHEN AUNT FLO SHOWED UP, AND SHE WASN'T COMING FOR A VISIT ANY TIME SOON.

"KEEP YOUR EYES CLOSED BABY. TAKE YOUR LEFT HAND AND MOVE IT DOWN YOUR BODY, NICE AND SLOWLY. FEEL ME TOUCHING YOU? YOUR HAND IS MY HAND. I WANT TO MAKE LOVE TO YOU SO BAD AND RIGHT NOW, THIS IS THE ONLY WAY I CAN.

"OK BABY. I FEEL YOUR HAND ALL OVER ME. TOUCH ME, SQUEEZE ME, PLEASE ME."

SHE MOVED HER HAND TO HER BREASTS, CARESSING THEM JUST THE WAY HE WOULD IF HE WERE THERE. SHE GENTLY TICKLED HER NIPPLES, MAKING THEM HARD AS CHERRIES. SHE LICKED HER LIPS. DAMN, THAT FEELS GOOD, SHE THOUGHT KEEPING HER EYES CLOSED. WHEN SHE OPENED HER LEGS WIDER, SHE FELT HIS HANDS MOVE TO HER HIDDEN TREASURE. HE STROKED HER SOFTLY, MASSAGING HER PEARL. HIS FINGERS ROAMED HER INNER WALLS, MOVING IN JUST THE RIGHT SPEED. SHE ARCHED HER BACK FOR MORE OF HIM. HE MOVED HIS FINGERS IN EVERY DIRECTION, WITH EVERY TEMPO, UNTIL SHE FELT ELECTRICITY SHOOT FROM HER TOES TO HER CORE. SHE MOVED HER BODY TO MATCH THE SPEED AND INTENSITY OF HIS FINGERS. WHEN SHE COULDN'T FIGHT THE FEELING GROWING HOTTER WITHIN HER, SHE EXPLODED. SHE CLIMAXED, LETTING HER ICING SHOOT ALL OVER HIS FINGERS. SHE MOANED WITH SATISFACTION.

"BABY, HOW WAS THAT?"

BARELY ABLE TO BREATHE, I LAUGHED. THE SMILE ON MY FACE WAS GOLDEN. I FELT REJUVENATED. I FELT ALIVE, FULL OF PASSION AND OVERWHELMED WITH PLEASURE. I FEEL IN LOVE WITH HIM ALL OVER AGAIN EVEN THOUGH HE WAS MILES AND MILES AWAY.

"OH BABY, THAT WAS INCREDIBLE. WHY DO YOU ALWAYS DO THAT TO ME? NOW I REALLY MISS YOU! MORE THAN BEFORE! THAT IS SO NOT FAIR!"

"DON'T WORRY SWEETHEART, I WILL BE HOME SOON. JUST REMEMBER, WHENEVER YOU MISS ME, JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES AND I WILL BE THERE. I AM NOT GOING ANYWHERE."

"PROMISE?"

"PROMISE!"

HE GAVE HER ANOTHER ROUND OF LOVE MAKING BEFORE THEY SAID GOODNIGHT. HE SAT BESIDE HIS BED WITH HIS SEED IN HIS HAND. HE WISHED THAT HE COULD HAVE GIVEN IT ALL TO HER. "SOON" HE TOLD HIMSELF AS HE GOT UP TO WALK INTO THE BATHROOM. WHILE HE CLEANED UP, SHE TURNED ONTO HER SIDE, GRABBED HER PILLOW AND LAY ON HIS SIDE OF THE BED, WITH HER EYES CLOSED. ANOTHER LATE NIGHT PHONE CALL, AND SHE LOOKED FORWARD TO THE ONE THEY WOULD HAVE TOMORROW. SHE DRIFTED OFF INTO A BEAUTIFUL SLEEP, DREAMING OF HIM.

"Can You Make Love To My Mind"

Cradle my thoughts
Kiss my mentality
Stimulate my mind
Penetrate my imagination
Satisfy my intellect
Make love to my consciousness...

Foreplay my emotions
Tease my memories
Ignite my dreams
Capture my nightmares so that
they are no more
Become my reality...

Invade my creativity
Possess all meditation
sending me into a new state of focus
casting all mental capacity to my
subconscious....

My id and ego battle over who reigns
supreme but they got nothing on what
you do to my intelligence
I crave knowledge causing
my brain to swell
my mentality becomes enriched
challenging any and every fact that comes its way...

You have given me a DESIRE
a PASSION so divine
I close my eyes and pleasure awaits
because it's you that I see
I long for
So can you make love to my mind
before we go further
show me your wisdom, understanding
patience and beyond
There's no turning back now....

"Time Stands Still"

I am floating in silence
my mind wondering nowhere
my heart beats rapidly but
yet I remain calm

Loneliness consumes my soul
it struggles to become complete
but the magic within it ignites

The very thought of seeing you
being with you
puts a smile in my spirit
I pause to seize the moment

I close my eyes to capture the essence
to treasure each emotion soaring through
my core
I get lost in happiness

The beauty of love runs freely
causing leaps in every inch of my being
pulsating rhythms of melancholy
but darkness never comes

A kiss of your sweet lips
A touch of your gentle hand
A hug so tender I hold on tighter
not wanting this to end

I brace for the way your eyes penetrate me
making my heart smile, soul sing, spirit free
I am left feeling endless moods of passion
because when we are together
Time Stands Still

Saturday, May 21, 2011

MILK IN MY COFFEE

Taylor couldn't believe all the people in the coffeehouse that particular morning. She was running late and although she wanted to get her coffee and leave, she always found a quiet spot in the back of the establishment, read the morning newspaper and have her double espresso, with a hint of hazelnut, seemed impossible as she looked at the line ahead of her. Surprisingly, the line moved quicker than anticipated, but Taylor couldn't find an empty table as she neared the rear. As she was about to turn to go back toward the front, she heard a voice say, "you can sit hear if you like." 

When she looked around, she saw a pair of the most beautiful baby blues, she had ever seen. "Excuse me," she said. He smiled and her silk thong got wet. He was gorgeous. Taylor didn't discriminate when it came to dating, but she preferred chocolate over vanilla. But there was something about the way he looked at her, that peeked her interest. "I said, you can join me if you like. I am not waiting on anyone and you appear as though you were looking for a table." Taylor couldn't argue with him. She sat down at the table and got a few dirty looks from the white and black women in the room. If she would've known better, she could have sworn they thought she and her table companion was an item. Oh well, she thought, at least she had a table. And he was "FINE".

"So, my name is Sebastian. Sebastian St. John. I see you in here all the time. Today is ridiculous. Something must be going on. I try to come earlier and wait, so do you," he said. Taylor was impressed. He had noticed her before. She extended her hand. "Taylor. Taylor Morris. Thanks for allowing me to sit with you. You didn't have to do that you know. I could have just waited or went on to work considering that I'm already late as it is." Taylor felt butterflies in her stomach. What was happening? She never got butterflies. She had also never met a man so intriguingly charming and breathtaking as Sebastian. If his eyes could have placed her under a spell, she would have been a goner. Taylor couldn't take her eyes off of his. They sparkled with light. The blueness of them captured her, drawing her in more and more. She cleared her throat and prepared to take a sip out of her coffee. Realizing she hadn't doctored it up just the way she liked it, Taylor paused. Sebastian held the milk in his right hand, while his poured some into his own coffee. Before Taylor could ask for it, he caught her completely off guard. "Milk in your coffee Taylor," he said with a devilish grin on his face. She laughed but the inside of her thighs got hot. She shifted in her seat, crossing her legs several times.

Sebastian saw the way he made Taylor squirm and knew that he would get to know her on a more personal level. Months of seeing her come into his coffeehouse made his heart do flips. Today with the crowd, gave him the little push he needed to say something to her. He admired her, he liked her and she always smiled, said hello and left more than 10% for his waitstaff. She had style, class, elegance, a confidence about herself which drove him crazy. He watched her sip her coffee, wishing he was the rim of her cup. When she caught him looking at her lips when she placed her cup back down on the table, she licked them intently. She was flirting with him unknowingly, but he was enjoying every minute of it. When she finally finished her coffee, she politely thanked him for allowing her to sit with him and left the coffeehouse. She couldn't wait to go back the next day in hopes of seeing Sebastian again. Before she left, she handed him one of her business cards. On the back of it was her personal phone number. "Call me if you want a little coffee to go with your milk." As Taylor walked out of the coffeehouse, she made sure to give a performance, starring her hips and ass. Just as she expected, when she glanced over her shoulder, Sebastian was taking her all in.

That night Sebastian thought of Taylor. He looked at the business card in his hand, twirling it around his fingers. He wanted to call her but thought about it. Would he be too forward? Was it too soon to call her? Was it too late? A million questions ran through his head but Taylor was on his mind. He didn't care how soon it was, he wanted to get to know her better. He dialed the number now by memory, from staring at the card so long. She answered with a sexy seductive voice, as if she knew it were him. "Taylor, it's Sebastian. I hope I didn't catch you at a bad time. I just wanted to say thanks for keeping me company this morning at the coffeehouse. I was also wondering if you would meet me tomorrow for another coffee. My treat!" Taylor held back her enjoyment. Yes, she would love meeting him for coffee or anything else he wanted. "Sure, what time shall I be there?" Sebastian smiled. The excitement built inside him a notch or two or three. "How about the same time you always get there?" "Oh ok, I guess I will see you around six a.m. then." They chatted a while and when either of them realized it, several hours had passed by.

The next morning they met for coffee and have been doing so ever since. It had been years and now Taylor was co-owner of S&T Coffeehouse. In fact, they had now more than a dozen throughout the city and its surrounding areas. They were now married, having the time of their life together. Taylor simply couldn't get enough of Sebastian after their first official date and the way he made her feel. He was a gentleman, he was attentive, loving, caring and knew how she loved her coffee. The first time they made love was mindblogging. Taylor had never been with anyone outside her race, but Sebastian was all that she needed, wanted and desired. He made her body feel things she never felt or thought possible. The way he kissed her sent her on a firstclass trip to ecstasy, leaving her completely satisfied. The milk his put in her coffee was just the perfect blend. When he stirred it up, he gave her chills, thrills and kept her body totally fulfilled. Taylor didn't want her coffee any other way. And since their first date, the milk Sebastian stirred in her coffee was all she could think of.

He brewed a fresh pot, kissing her all over her body. When it percolated, he poured tender, love and care from her head to her toes, leaving nothing left untouched. He simmered her body with passion, adding several flavors such as: hugs, licks, sucks, caressing her so sweet, he was sure to get a few cavaties. He dipped in several lumps of sugar and added just the right amount of honey. But the thing that which Taylor still loved most of all was the way he created special concoctions, stirring round and round, brewing new flavors, savoring the sweetness, and finally adding just the rest amount of milk into her coffee. Whenever Taylor wanted or needed her Sebastian, all she had to say was, "I really would love to have some milk in my coffee", and he would make sure she never was left unsatisfied or thirsty for coffee again. Maybe it was time she asked for some marshallows in her hot chocolate too. Now that would really be a treat!

Friday, May 20, 2011

Conversation With The P-ssy

Braxton couldn't contain the excitement she felt as she drove over to Tyrik's house. He called her out of the blue saying how much he missed and wanted to see her. They weren't exclusive but they fulfilled each other's sexual and emotional needs every chance they got that "itch". Braxton wasn't ready to jump back into a serious relationship after having just gotten out of an abusive marriage of eleven years. Tyrik respected her decision, but his heart didn't quite like that conclusion. He wanted to be with her in every way possible. All he did was think about her, day and night. The way she made him feel sexually was none like any other. She was and would probably be his "personal best."

When she knocked on the door of his house, he greeted her with a glass of wine and a smile. Tyrik didn't waste any time. He didn't find the use of clothing necessary when he was home, especially if he was seeing Braxton. When he was a kid, he was told by his mother how he didn't like to wear clothes and how she would always find him naked, sitting in front of his television watching cartoons, smiling from ear to ear. Tyrik greeted Braxton as she walked through the door. He softly kissed Braxton on her cheek, handing her the glass of wine. "Hello Beautiful! You been on my mind all day. Let me take your purse and coat. Get comfortable, this is going to be one of those nights." Braxton beamed. She knew all too well what kind of night he was referring to. They had had many of those nights, which she couldn't get out of her head.

After they connected emotionally, talking about each other's days, the drastic change in weather and other chain of economical events, Tyrik poured Braxton another glass of wine. "If you want me in any shape to do all the things I do, you betterr stop pouring me all of this wine. What is this, the fourth glass," she asked with a light laugh. "Exactly," he responded. "My intentions are to get you as light as a feather and then have the best conversation you have ever experienced." The devilish smile on Tyrik's face gave Braxton a little thump in between her thighs. She shifted in her seat to keep from cumming right then and there. Yes, Tyrik had that effect of her. She could cum just listening at his baritone, sultry, seductive voice. He was also a poet, so the sexy shit he said to her while they made love, drove her to ride waves, shoot electrical currents and explode several times before actual penetration. Tyrik was a bad mutha shut yo mouth.

Tyrik gazed into Braxton's big brown bedroom eyes getting lost in them. She had great assets that he loved, but her eyes always caught him off guard. Whenever he looked at them, his dick got hard. He would picture how they stared back at him when he made her cum, when he stroked her with his magic stick, when she screamed out his name. It was definitely time to have that conversation, he thought pulling her up from the sofa. He held her hand as he led her down the hallway, up the seven steps that led up to his bedroom. When they got there, Braxton gasped. She wasn't prepared for what she saw. There, in the room were about a hundred red roses, candles of all shapes and sizes cascaded sparks of light over the beautiful flowers. On the bed lay more long stem roses and rose pedals she couldn't count, inviting her to rest in the middle of the bed.

Soft jazz, Chris Botti, played low in the background. More glasses and a bottle of champagne rested on one of the night stands. The aroma of grapefruit and sage, her favorite scents, filled the air. Braxton had tears in her eyes. She looked back at Tyrik watching her. He smiled back and walked up next to her. "Baby this is all for you. I know that you don't want to have a serious relationship right now, but this is just assurance that I am not going anywhere. In fact, let me help you out of these clothes. I really need to talk to you about something, and these won't be needed." Braxton couldn't say a word. She allowed Tyrik to undress her down to her five inch heels, she purposely wore just for him. He loved seeing her in heels, especially when she didn't have anything else on with them.

Tyrik laid her gently on the bed of rose pedals. She held on to him. "Just relax Sweetheart. This is all for you. I want to show you all my gratitude for the way you always take care of me. Tonight is your night. I should have done this a while ago, but there's nothing more perfect than right now. I am right here and I promise you more of this, for as long as you will have me." Braxton melted. Her legs relaxed exposing the pathway to her wetland, which Tyrik had explored numerous times. He looked down and saw that her waters were flowing just like me loved. He whispered in her ear, "This is for the way you make my dick feel loved, cherished, and greatly satisfied. Tonight, I want to have a special conversation with your pussy. I want to express to her how much she means to me. How much she is appreciated, anticipated, enjoyed." Those words drove Braxton to a happy ending. She came soft and slow, but fierce.

Tyrik kissed a trail on her body from her forehead to her nose, to her chin, to her neck, to her nipples. He kissed her belly making his way downward. He kissed her inner thighs, her knee caps, he licked her legs and captured her feet. He sucked her toes, giving them the best head she had ever experienced. Tyrik licked each toe with much passion, intent and purpose. Braxton came again. "Damn, you trying to kill me Baby! I don't know how much more of this I can take." He placed his index finger over her lips. "Shh, just enjoy. Let me take you on a journey to the unknown."

When he finished giving her feet sexual suicide, he made his way back from which he came. When he found the place he wanted most, he began his conversation. Tyrik pushed Braxton's legs further apart, burying his mouth deep within them. He moved his tongue over her clit, brushing it softly. Braxton arched her back, giving him more of herself. He welcomed the slow thrusts she made with her hips. He kissed tender kisses, making circular movements, and then used the end of his tongue to penetrate her. Braxton cursed. She called him every curse word she knew, creating new ones, which he loved. Tyrik knew that she was enjoying the conversation, as was he. He continued using his mouth to speak to her pussy. It was on fire, wet as water in the deepest ocean, it made sounds that drove him further into it.

Tyrik sucked on her labia, clit, using his mouth to speak new languages. He made figure eights, used his mouth to make motor boat sounds and his lips as his secret weapon. Braxton kicked, pushed, pulled, tried to squeeze his head with her legs, but he pushed them as far as they could go, locking them in place with his arms wrapped around them. She then used her hips to slap him in the face with her pussy. He welcomed the gesture, sucking, licking, making soft bites with every one of her movements. She got hotter, wetter, she got faster. He knew she was about to cum hard, just the way he intended. When he felt the hot juice fill his tongue, he used two fingers, one to make gentle circles over her clit and the other to penetrate her insides. He pushed his finger deeper, feeling the explosive orgasm erupt from within her. Braxton screamed his name. She cursed harder. She worked his fingers and lips with her hips. When she finished her sexual assault on his mouth, he captured her again. He talked, he blow, he sucked, he licked, he gave her pussy his undivided attention.

Braxton couldn't believe the way Tyrik was making her feel. He was a beast in the bedroom, but tonight he was way above that. He was simply on another level. The intimacy between them was like none she had ever felt. She fell in love with him. She wanted him. She knew in that moment that she would have him for the rest of their lives. No other woman would ever feel what he was giving to her. Braxton closed her eyes, bit her bottom lip and allowed another wave of sexual bliss to take her over the edge of satisfaction once again. Tyrik watched her with his eyes peeking out from in between her thighs. He continued to have his conversation. He wanted her to feel his gratitude for the way she always made his dick happier than he even thought possible. When she finally couldn't take much more of his conversation, he moved back up her body, conversing with all of her assets until he captured her lips again. Her upper lips that is. He kissed her with so much intensity, passion, heat, she returned the kiss with her own fire. They kissed, sealing their love for each other and the promise to be together forever.

That night Braxton held her lover, her best friend, her passion, her desire, her future husband in her arms. She couldn't stop beaming at her left hand ring finger. When she had drifted off to sleep after the in depth conversation Tyrik had with her, she woke up with a beautiful, princess cut, solitaire diamond on her third finger. It was beautiful. Braxton woke Tyrik up with a conversation of her own. He opened his eyes thinking how he was the luckiest man alive. A woman who loved to love him in every way possible was about to become his love forever. They made love all night and then again when they woke up the next morning before breakfast. That night was the start of many conversations they would have with each other for the rest of their lives.

FOOD FOR THOUGHT:

LADIES, WHEN U AND UR BOO ARE FIGHTING, DON'T PUNISH HIM BY NOT GIVING HIM THE COOKIE, HELL IF THE DICK IS GOOD, THEN U WILL ALSO BE DEPRIVING YOURSELF FROM GOOD SEX AND A GREAT ORGASM. INSTEAD, WORK HIS DICK SO GOOD THAT WHATEVER Y'ALL WERE FIGHTING ABOUT WON'T EVER COME UP AGAIN. IF U WORK UR PUSSY LIKE I KNOW U CAN, U WILL NEVER HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT HAVING THE SAME ARGUMENT TWICE, BUT IF SO, JUST KNOW THAT HE WANTS U TO PUNISH HIM AGAIN BY WORKING HIS DICK. TRY IT, I DARE YOU!!!

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Happy Endings

Christian looked in the mirror. He looked at his reflection smiling back at him. For once in his life he was happy, truly happy. It had taken him many years to come to that stage in his life but he was just overjoyed it was now here. In a few short hours, he would be standing next to the woman of his dreams, sealing his love for her, in front of their family and friends, and the presence of God. It seemed like only yesterday when he met Miracle. She walked into his world unknowing she would become his forever. He smiled again thinking about how they met.

It was crowded in the house where he attended another New Year's Eve party, at his homeboy's house. Christian didn't want to spend another lonely night bringing a new year in, so when Mo invited him to the party, he accepted without hesitation. Mo and his wife, June, had been married for four years, had two kids, a beautiful home and love that shined brigther than the sun. Christian envied them. He wanted what they had. He wondered daily when his love would come. As he walked through the crowded house, he saw her. She was picking up a glass of champagne, looking more beautiful than his mother. That should have been the first sign that Miracle was special. Christian didn't think any woman was more beautiful than his mother.

He was going to talk to her, he decided. When he finally made it to where she once stood, she was gone. Saddened that he may not get another chance, Christian grabbed a glass of champagne and dreaded the stroke of midnight. Mo found him and wanted to introduce him to someone. Christian downed another glass of champagne. Why not? What harm could it be? He was already lonely, tipsy and horny as hell. His last relationship was like never, he admitted to himself. Every woman he tried to get close to turned out to be a drama queen, gold digger, or couldn't keep his attention long enough to even want to go there.

June was in deep conversation with a few of her girlfriends when he and Mo walked up. Mo touched the small of his wife's back, whispering something into her ear. She turned with a huge, mischievous smile on her face. Christian felt his buzz ease up a bit. What was Mo and June up to? The last time they tried playing matchmaker, he had to get a restraining order and still had nightmares about it to this day. June grabbed his arm and led him into the kitchen, outside the back door to the patio area. Many people filled the nicely landscaped yard but not as many as inside. The sudden drop in temperature was probably reason for that, Christian acknowledged glad he always dressed for the weather. His grey blazer, Sean John dress jeans and boots gave him the comfort and warmth he needed, while following June toward the pool area.

When he looked up, he saw her. She was dancing to a mix of old school hip hop. She knew how to move, he concluded, mesmerized by the way she moved her delicious curves. She was brown skin, with long wavy flowing hair. Her eyes penetrated his and he was a goner. Christian couldn't really see what color they were but they sparkled at him. She had a dancer's body, with big, nice, firm, toned legs, slender hips, flat stomach and a booty that hypnotized him. The girl was BAD. "Damn", was all Christian could say. She turned and dipped her hips, swaying in circular motions, placing he and several brothas under her spell. June whispered in his ear, "Christian that is Miracle, my homegirl. She has just moved here and needs a responsible, well-mannered, successful brotha such as yourself to show her around. You up for the job or do I need to recruit someone else?" He looked around at the line of men watching Miracle with their mouths watering.

At that moment Christian smiled, kissing June on her cheek. Mo grabbed his shoulders, massaging them. "Okay, just be yourself C. Women love men with confidence not arrogance. They love charm, swagger, and a great sense of humor, so just do you. She is going to love you." Christian nodded. He turned and pounded fists with his boy. Mo grabbed his wife and pulled her into his arms. They danced like lovers to Run DMC's "You be Illing". Christian looked at them shaking his head, laughing. Yes, those two were made for each other. When he looked back at Miracle, she was still piercing him with her eyes and signaling to him with her finger to come to her. Christian didn't know what was happening, but his legs and body ignored his mind and the next thing he knew they had danced three songs and was having a blast. They had also exchanged names with formal introductions. He also saw that the color of her eyes changed any given minute, depending on her mood. That little discovery would give him great advantage in the near future, Christian said to himself. When it was only ten minutes to midnight, June and Mo gathered everyone around the clock. He stood right next to Miracle.

As everyone counted backwards from ten, Christian spotted Mo on the other side of the yard giving him a thumbs up. He played it cool. Although it was tradition to kiss the person you wanted to bring and spend the new year with, Christian was still a gentleman. They barely knew anything about each other, other than names and that both knew how to work a beat on the dance floor. The clock struck midnight and before Christian could say or do anything Miracle stood in front of him, on her tiptoes, capturing his lips. Her kiss was soft, enduring, passionate and the best he had ever experienced. Christian feel in love with her that very night. He knew in his heart that she would be the one he spent the rest of his life with. After that night, they became inseparable.

Now, it was their wedding day. In just a few short minutes, Miracle would be his wife. He would be the happiest man alive. A light knock on the door brought Christian out of his daydreaming back to reality. Mo eased his head around the door. "Yo, you ready son? You sure you wanna do dis? We can flee and never come back. Just give me the word and I got you," Mo said knowing damn well that Christian wasn't going anywhere and that June would kill his ass if anything happened to interfere with Miracle's special day. "I'm cool. I'm real good Mo. I am about to marry my angel, my best friend, my special gift from God. Miracle is my one and only. My life wouldn't be anything without her. So to answer your questions, I am not going anywhere, ever." The two friends for more than twenty years pounded fists, laughing.

When Christian saw Miracle walking towards him, his heart melted. She looked so precious, so beautiful. He couldn't wait to get his hands on her later. They promised to wait until marriage when he proposed and boy he was ready to explode. They played around, like most people did, but Christian was ready to feel her hidden jewel in more ways than one. She stared intently into his eyes. As she made her way down the aisle with her mother and father by her side, she mouthed I LOVE YOU to him. He used his lips to give her a kiss. When it was finally time for him to greet his bride, Christian almost ran. Mo, held him in place so he wouldn't make a fool of himself in front of everyone. Christian was grateful to have a boy who had his best interest at heart. And Mo had always and would always be that one person he could trust and depend on. They had been friends since kindergarten.

After the vows were exchanged and the Pastor said he could salute his bride, Christian held Miracle in his arms and made love to her with his kiss. When he finally let her up for air, everyone in the audience and wedding party looked overheated and horny. Miracle was not about to be outdone on her wedding day so she grabbed him again and seduced, made love, fuck kissed him, leaving him so aroused, he had to place both hands in front of his manhood to keep anyone from seeing how hard he was. Mo saw the display of affection and laughed. "Damn C, you got a real lioness on your hands bro. You are a real lucky man. You are also in big ass trouble son. Miracle gon tear that ass up later on dude." Christian couldn't say a word. He was shocked, anxious, and ready for the reception to be over with. His mind had already left his body and all he was thinking about was what he and Miracle would be doing later. How he would get her back for what she had just done to him. Yes, it was on!

They walked toward the reception area. Miracle looked at him with such passion and fire, Christian couldn't wait any longer. As the rest of the wedding party and guests went to take their seats, he led her to a secluded area in the back of the establishment. He held her mouth captive kissing her senseless. She reached in front of his pants, unzipping them. When she found what she was looking for, she massaged it until it was so swollen, she almost fainted with anticipation. Christian eased his hands under her dress, in search of her hidden jewel. He stroked it, caressed it until she let out light sobs of pleasure. She opened up wider for him. He entered her softly, tenderly, until he felt her wetness. Christian gave her all of him. She moaned, wrapping her legs around him. He made sure she was secure, giving her just enough of what she could look forward to later. Miracle cursed. She moved up and down, she danced on his dance floor, until she felt currents fire within her core. She released, she came. Christian looked into her eyes, pushing her over the edge. He saw how he made her cum. He couldn't wait to see that expression on her face every night, for the rest of their lives.

He made sure she was satisfied before he released his seed into her swollen walls. He had never felt an orgasm with such power, such depth, such heat and desire. Miracle saw how he held onto her, bit his lips and made baby sounds. She fell in love with him all over again. We fixed their clothing, held hands and entered the reception hall to celebrate their union with the rest of their guests. Mo and June looked at one another with a knowing glance. Christian and Miracle danced the night away, all the while smiling secrets and giving hidden instructions of what was to come later. The night of their wedding, in the back of the reception hall, another miracle was formed and in nine months, their union would go from two to three.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

"RAIN SHOWER"

Candiss looked around her. She was in the middle of nowhere, with no gas. She hit her head against the steering wheel. "How could I think a half of a tank of gas could get me far away from him," she said aloud. She and her boo of many years had just had a knock down, drag out fight. They said some things Candiss didn't think they could get past. Now, here she was, on the side of the road, in the desert, at night. She loved living in Arizona, but not when she wanted to get elsewhere. A light knock on her car window startled her. When she looked up with tears rolling down her cheeks, she saw Myles. He smiled at her. Candiss didn't want to smile back, but his smile warmed her heart. She could never stay mad at him for more than an hour. She listened to her heart instead of her head and opened the car door.

He helped her out, pulling her into his arms. "Baby, I am so sorry! I didn't mean what I said about not wanting to get married. I just meant that I wanted to think things through so that neither of us end up with regrets. My parents got married and ended up hating each other after being in it for over fifteen years. I love you too much to go through that. That doesn't mean that I don't want to spend the rest of my life with you. Why do we need a piece of paper to showcase our love? You love me don't you?" Candiss buried her head inside his strong chest. He was right. She had been married before and it didn't work out the way she thought it would. Myles had always been apart of her life. They were best friends. He was her confidant, her supporter, her muse, her motivation, her everything.

"Baby, I'm sorry too. I just want to be with you. I fear losing you and that makes me sick to my stomach. I cannot imagine my life without you. I see all of my friends in relationships, getting married and I just want the same thing with you. I don't want to rush into anything but my heart told me a long time ago, that you are the one. You where always the one. You will always be the one for me. You where just too damn stubborn to catch me when I tried to let you do it." Myles smiled again. She was right. He was just afraid of losing her if they started a relationship, and it didn't work out. That turned out to be one of the worse decisions he had ever made. When she got married, his world stood still. Candiss could no longer fight the tears stinging the back of her eyes. They flowed endlessly. Myles lifted her face by her chin. He used his gentle touch to wipe her tears away. "Baby, I am not going anywhere. Do you know how long I've waited to be with you? I nearly rolled over and died when I lost you before, so trust me when I say that you are stuck with me." Candiss smiled, embracing her true love.

When they had gotten her car off the side of the road, back to their house, they went up to their bedroom. They made up with each other, with their minds, bodies and souls. Candiss wanted to show Myles her promise to him. She kissed him breathless, she embraced him senseless, she loved him with everything fiber of her being. She wanted to share her heart with him, and if she could have lived with half, she would have given him the other. Candiss wondered how she could love someone so much. She wondered how she could crave, desire, cherish, adore, admire, breath someone so much. Myles was all of that and more to her. He was truly her soul mate, and she didn't believe in the term. She thought that the people who did, was crazy. Now, she was on that team and wouldn't turn back for anyone or anything.

Myles asked her what she wanted. At first, Candiss wanted to make love. To passionately provide pleasure to her man. After he gave her what she wanted, her mind changed course. She wanted to get raw and uncut. Myles knew how, when, where and what she liked. He was a great lover. He knew her body better than she did. He knew her thoughts, wants, needs. He simply knew her. He whispered in her ear, driving her wild. He sucked on her neck, mesmerizing her. He licked her breasts, pushing her into a place she didn't want to come back from. When he went down her stomach and captured her love button, she screamed, she cursed, she hollered, she bit, she scratched, she enjoyed. If they had neighbors they would have called the police thinking Myles was assaulting her. They would have thought his name was "Oh Shit", "Damn Boy", "Fuck", "Work That Dick"!

She gave as she received, moving her hips back and forth. He pushed her legs into the bed to keep her still but Candiss wasn't having it. She bucked like a bull, riding his dick from underneath. He growled, moaned and groaned like she liked. Candiss pushed into him harder, deeper. Just as she felt like a million needles were sticking her in her feet, she pulled back. She had already cum three times and she wanted him to enjoy the electrical shock shooting throughout his body. Candiss also wanted something else. She looked at him. She held his gaze captive, reading his expression, giving silent instructions. Myles smiled in spite of not being able to see straight because of the jism walking him down. "You want it Baby? You want this cum? Come get it!!" Candiss shook her head. She had other plans. "Nope! Give it to me right here," she said pointing all over her body. Myles lost it. He pulled out and made it rain all over his love. He put it everywhere it could go, not to leave any left. He wanted his woman to have what she wanted and she got it all.

Candiss welcomed her "RAIN SHOWER". She washed her skin with it. She licked her lips, tasting its' sweetness. She loved Myles's RAIN. It ignited her, cleansed her, made her love him more. She rubbed his RAIN all over her body, giving it the nutrients and protein, which made her skin grow with perfection. No wonder everyone said she had flawless skin. And with Myles around, she would never need to see a Dermatologist. They smiled at each other. He watched her bask in the glow of his RAIN, thinking that he was the luckiest man alive. Most women hated the RAIN, but Candiss welcomed it, she embraced it, she loved it. No wonder when he saw her each day, he thought naughty thoughts about what he had in store for her. No wonder he couldn't keep his eyes and hands away from her. No wonder he was happy she was his. He didn't want anyone giving her RAIN SHOWERS and he didn't want anyone else to have his. They were made for each other.

The moral of the story is: Rain Showers equals Great Skin!!!!

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

FOOD FOR THOUGHT:
                  
"The human emotion called LOVE can mean many things,                                 
bringing many changes to one's life. It controls all other emotions
whipping them rapidly into a union of confusion, especially                                 
when intimacy is involved"

"Let Me"

LET ME KISS YOUR LIPS
SEAL MY LOVE FOR YOU
HUG YOUR NECK SOFTLY
WHISPER IN YOUR EAR
MAKE LOVE TO YOU ENDLESSLY

LET ME BREATHE AND MAKE YOU HIGH
LET ME SEDUCE YOU WITH MY MIND
USING YOUR BODY AS MY LESSON PLAN
COMPLETING EACH COURSE WITH
STRAIGHT A'S

YOU MAKE MY HEART SING

A soul session emerges when you are around
A love song unfolds releasing an old school jam
You are the lyric to my song
The perfect beat in my rhythm
A perfect melody ready to top the charts
You make my heart sing....

A blazing track, roaring tempo
Accelerating chords
A pulsating arrangement
Mesmerizing bass lines
My half-note becomes whole
A tantalizing collection of love notes
You make my heart sing....

A metaphoric ensemble
Orchestrated by your sensual seductive groove
Mixed with falsettos, bravado and undertones
The blues in my left hip gyrates uncontrollably
Meeting the funk in my right
Every genre uncovered leaving electricity flowing through my veins
Pumping currents to my core
Heating up my soul
Free as a bird soaring to my emotional consciousness
A one of a kind track
You make my heart sing....

Old classics become a new
Throwbacks come back to life
Back in the day hits have no excuse
A new genre secretly battles to reign supreme
Throwing battle wounds leaving evidence over
every inch of my body
A passionate collaboration
Embroidered in my spirit carefully swaying from side to side
A bounce, a sexual sizzle, composed with a slow grind
A new dance, a #1 hit is born
And the Grammy awaits
You make my heart sing....

Monday, May 16, 2011

Jah's Love

Jah looked out the window of the airplane. All he could think about was getting home to his Love. She was picking him up from the airport, and he looked forward to seeing him, wrapping her in his arms, kissing her senselessly. They hadn't been together in weeks. The toll it was taking on him was driving him crazy. The one thing he hated about his job, was being away from home. He and Love had been married for a year now, but it felt like forever. She completely entered his life just when he needed a friend. He was down on his luck, about to end it all, and then his angel walked in, changing it all. Jah would forever be grateful and cherish their special relationship.

Love waited at the luggage claim. She anticipated his arrival. Jah was her heart, soul, her true love. When she saw him for the first time, that day both of their lives changed forever, she loved him ever since. He was standing on the top of a bridge, looking over. She saw him and immediately stopped her car, got out and ran up to him. They talked for hours, about any and everything. She wouldn't leave him no matter how much he tried to make her. Some of his words cut her like a knife, but she sucked it up and stood right there with him. Many years prior, she was the one on that bridge, only she didn't have anyone to talk her out of it, but somehow God kept her. She was alive after spending several months in a coma. Everyone thought that she would never wake up. Her boyfriend at the time, moved on with his life, marrying someone else. Her family was there but not as they should have. In fact, when she woke up, Love realized that she was alone. The only person to greet her was the nurse on duty and her doctor.

Jah looked all around him, looking for Love. When his eyes spotted her, his heart skipped a beat. His smile was infectious. He couldn't stop the pep in his step. Jah moved a little rushed to get to her. She looked up, seeing him moving toward her. She smiled, she ran, she leaped into his arms. She missed him, she craved him, she loved him. They stood there hugging, spinning around in circles while life passed them by. No one mattered. Nothing seemed important than the two of them. They seized the moment. Jah put her down and lifted her face by her chin. He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her chin and nose. When he finally captured her lips, he exhaled. He was home. Love parted her lips, kissing him passionately. She sucked on his tongue softly, then licked around his lips. She made love to his mouth like she would later do to him. Jah returned her kiss, more feverishly. He hungered her. Finally when their kiss was done, they held hands waiting for his luggage. Love squeezed his hand with her own. She never wanted to let go.

Later that night after dinner was eaten, the kitchen was spotless, Jah and Love communicated for hours about what was going on in their lives, catching up on lost times. They sat by the fireplace, enjoying each other's company and the heat soaring through them. Jah was so excited to be with his girl, he couldn't contain himself any longer. His "man" was about to burst out of his shorts. Love looked down and smiled. "Baby, it looks like someone is glad to see me. Do you mind if I tell him hello? I have waited a long time to talk to him, and I bet he wants to hear all that I have to say." Jah smiled. She knew just how to get and keep his attention. "You can have anything to want, need, desire. You know I aim to please."

Love begin to remove Jah's clothing, which wasn't much. While she prepared dinner, he had taken a quick shower. The only thing he wore was shorts and a light t-shirt. Jah uncovered her speaker and immediately begin a mic check. She sing endlessly into it, making sure she hit every note, every melody, every tone perfectly. She threw in an extra bravado, crescendo, falsetto. She hummed, blew, cleared her throat, she pleasured Jah with every musical relevance her knew. His actions let her know that he was loving her song and it's arrangement. Love gave him all of her musical genius, composing a one of a kind masterpiece, one for his enjoyment only. When she finished, Jah pushed her away. It was he turn to practice his craft, which was screenwriting. Love was about to star in his movie, as his leading lady.

Jah moved all over her body. He necked her tenderly, dotting every I, crossing every T. He used his tongue to punctuate every sentence and his fingers to correct all grammatical errors. Love licked her lips, moved her hips and caressed his back with her fingertips. Jah used every adjective to satisfy his subject. He licked adverbs, sucked predicates, rolled contractions, penetrated every preposition, completing a well written script. Love was his noun, his cherished person, place or thing. He wrote her like a an Oscar award-winning movie, receiving one achievement after the other. When Jah finished, Love was ready to become the director. She climbed on top of him. She made love to him with such passion, such desire, such claim that Jah almost lost it. He loved the way she made him feel, but there was something about the way she gave herself to him in that moment. Jah didn't want what he felt to end. He prayed that they would always love and desire each other. Love is, was and forever would be his. He would love and appreciate her for the rest of his life and beyond.

After Love saved his life, Jah was a new person. She helped him get back on track. After about six months, he knew she would be his Love forever. They sealed their love for each other daily even if only a phone call or text message. Jah looked over at his Love and smiled. She lay sleeping in his arms like an Angel. He held her tight, joining her in slumber. When she gently brushed his chest in the middle of the night, he gave her what she wanted again and again. They made music and wrote movies all night long, all while giving themselves completely, emotionally, mentally and physically to each other with no boundaries, no indiscretions. Jah's Love was all he ever wanted, needed and desired.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

"What Is Passion"

I often wondered what passion was along my journey when it came to love and relationships. I saw so many people in situations that they were miserable in. It made me shy away from relationships, in fact, until I finally felt the kind of passion that warmed me in places the sun didn't see regularly, I didn't fully understand why so many people decide to be alone. It's the kind of passion that keeps you up a night, thinking of the person you experience it with or not wanting to wake up from dreaming about it, in fear of forgetting. The kind of passion that burns within you, leaving you floating in mid-air, looking down on yourself, smiling uncontrollably.

Let me just say that when such passion is discovered, you will know it, breathe it, taste it, smile it, anticipate it, consume it, but most of all, appreciate it. You will find yourself daydreaming all day, becoming moist at the very state it leaves you. Passion so remarkable, nothing makes you upset, nothing else matters, only you and the person involved. The only question I have is, why does it take others longer to find it? Do we simply ignore it, overlook it, or become so prideful or stubborn to let it pass us by? I wrote a poem to describe the way passion makes me feel, and the way you should feel when you find it. Enjoy!


"Killing Me Softly"

My mind wonders
and all I do is thing of you,
I breathed you and became high,
intoxicated by your smile,
drunkened by your touch,
under the influence of your tender kiss...

Braincells slowly dying,
replaced by thoughts of you,
captivated by our times spent
holding each other close,
I am an addict, addicted to every
fiber of your being,
I simply cannot get enough...

Emotionally murdered,
a slow death, shot in the heart
by an assassin named Cupid,
Damn you!! little naked baby with an arrow,
why did you choose me...

Poison in my veins, deadly chemicals
clouding my mind,
a lethal injection to my soul,
a lover's suicide form, being
both emotionally and physically satisfied...

The things you do,
plaguing every inch of my existence,
a drug overdose of desire,
a breathtaking homicide,
and yet I want more...

Someone please call 911,
my blood heats up and runs
fire straight through my core
when your presence is near,
a satisfying strangulation,
that I would commit over and over again...

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

"The Way You Look At Me"

When I look, you are looking at me
Really seeing me, my heart, my soul
My every being
The way you look at me...

Your eyes smile at me, flirting with me
Showing just how much you missed me
And then, I see your smile, totally
Knocking me off balance, nothing else matters
The way you look at me...

The softness of your lips is sinful
I want to kiss them over and over
And over again, you kiss me and I become me
It warms me in hidden places
Gives away my secret of being in love
The way you look at me...

Could this be real, Would it only be a dream
Should I be afraid, scared, timid, careless, simply wake up
Why? When it feels so right, so free, so necessary
So damn good
The way you look at me...

A warm embrace, hugging my core
Unleashing a desire that only you can
I transform, I live, I simply become
The way you look at me...

Raging madness, fires in my sexual walls
When you penetrate, opening them like a flower
Your love portion leaves me full
Craving all over again, multiple ripples escape
Becoming sweet nectar, spilling onto you
I cry inside, but only tears of joy
Tears of bliss, my soul rejoices
The way you look at me...

Longing until we become one again
I think of you
I dream and we are never far
I keep my eyes tight because when I wake up
You are not near, this only brings sadness and my
Heart weeps, missing its' other half
The way you look at me...

Our bodies are in sync
Minds keep each other entertained
Souls spark whenever we are around
Other people can see it
It's written in an unspoken language
Yet we are exposed
Why not? We belong together
F-u-c-k it!
The way you look at me...

I've loved you more than love should be allowed
I pray an expiration date never comes
Perfectly divine love
A love so indescribable I am left speechless
Because all I see is
The way you look at me...

Monday, May 9, 2011

"Sidney's Secret"

Sidney looked out of the window, as the sky's tears washed all of the city's troubles away. She loved New York, especially Manhattan. Although her career afforded her the luxury of traveling all over the world, Sidney still loved it's charm, character and diverse cultural backgrounds. She loved the food, the trends, shopping, fashions,stores and so many other things the city offered. Sidney would always call Manhattan home.

Her penthouse was in one of the most prestigious areas in the city. She had many celebrities as neighbors. Sidney would run into anyone from Alicia Keys, to Ellen, to Russell Simmons, to Bill Gates in the elevator or lobby of her building. On a few occasions, she saw Oprah attending a party at Russell Simmons pad when he was still married to Kimora Lee Simmons. She had been invited to the same party but declined because she had other plans. In fact, the person she had those plans with, lie sleeping in her California king-sized bed. He moved lightly, and Sidney couldn't contain the smile that spread across her caramel hued face.

If her father knew that she was involved with his best friend, he would die a long and slow death. It wasn't her intention to seduce Bishop Morris III, but he was more of her league than the guys her age. Sidney liked confident, successful, down-to-earth men, with a great sense of humor and of all the years she knew him, he possessed all of those qualities and more. That, she just couldn't bear to depart.

It all started five years ago, at Sidney's twenty-fifth birthday party her parents threw for her. She wasn't expecting anything from them when they called and asked her over for dinner. To her surprise, there were her friends, relatives, a few business contacts, and Bishop, her supposedly Godfather. He was always present in her life, offering words of wisdom, encouragement and sound advice. Sidney loved him since the first day her young, light-brown eyes saw him. She was a day old, and still remembered the way he looked down upon her, cradling her softly, promising to take care of her forever.

They talked and to Sidney's disbelieve, she found herself flirting with him. When he didn't ignore her advances and gently stroked her bare back, she saw him in a new light. He wasn't her uncle, godfather, or father's best friend. Bishop was a man, a beautiful man with hazel eyes, smooth brown skin, a head full of black wavy hair, and a chiseled frame, who knew how to make a suit look delicious. He dared her, challenging her that entire night. When it was time for him to leave, he slipped her his business card, caressing her hand a little more than necessary. She was already soak and wet. Her young pussy was on fire.

Sidney didn't think she would call him after that, in fear of rejection, so she went on with her life. Being a free lance photographer involved various amounts of travel, so when Sidney ran into Bishop in Paris, the city of love, her knew it to be a sign. They spent her entire two weeks there, together. He showed her everything from great places to take photos, important historic figures, great food, incredible shops but most of all wonderful company. Bishop was amazing. Sidney was experiencing things in her lower body that she had never known existed. She loved the way she felt around him. She loved the way he spoke with her, not to her, like most of the boys she had dated. Oh no, he was definitely in a league of his own.

The last night she was there, he asked her to join him for dinner. Sidney was honored to be in such great company, and in Paris. Bishop was charming, well-bred and a total gentleman. She simply couldn't get enough of him. After dinner, he insisted she return to his hotel suite for coffee and a nightcap. She did.
As soon as they entered the suite, Sidney kissed him. Feeling embarrassed, she attempted to leave. Before she got to the door, he grabbed her arm. He pulled her back into his arms, covering her lips with his. Their kiss lasted forever. Sidney was on cloud nine. Her knees went weak, her body became like putty.

Bishop picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. He undressed her body slowly, taking her all in. When she lay there naked, except for her hot pink stilettos, which were a gift from him, he admired her. It was as if he were piercing her soul. Sidney turned away. She knew her body was beautiful. She ate right, exercised and took great pride in taking care of herself, but the way he looked at her, was sinful. Was this the wrong idea, she asked silently. He must have known what she was thinking and quickly assured her it wasn't.

After removing his own clothing, Bishop knelt down on his knees. He spread her shaking legs wide, to claim his treasure. He kissed her. He licked her. He sucked her. He assaulted her with his mouth, but a lover's assault giving sure pleasure. Sidney moaned, groaned, tossed and turned. When she tried to back away, he held onto her ass to keep her just where he wanted her. He danced his tongue across for jewel, pleasing it in a way she didn't think possible. Sidney caught her stride and begin to ride his tongue like a bike. She grinded against it until she felt like she was about to pee. What happened next was unbelievable. Incredible, a feeling she had never felt before. She saw stars, felt a million sparks soar through her. Sidney experienced her first of many orgasms Bishop gave her that night.

He waited until she was able to breathe again before he moved his tongue across her jewel again. Sidney came over and over. She screamed and kicked. She cursed and called out the name of Jesus. She didn't want the feeling to end, but she wanted so much more from Bishop. He obliged most generously. He moved up her stomach, kissing every inch of her. When he found another treasure, two round rubies, he kissed, licked and sucked them with perfection. Careful not to neglect one or the other, Bishop held one while he gave pleasure to the other and vice versa. Sidney moaned again.

Bishop moved past her mounds to her neck, then ears, and then recaptured her mouth, kissing her with so much passion, she came again. When he finally entered her paradise, she held on to him tightly. The pain she felt was beautiful, pulling her into another place. Sidney took all that he gave, licking her lips. He was well endowed. The thickness of his love stick was insane. He was at least ten inches Sidney gathered. He gave little at a time until she received all of him. She gasped but soon grew accustomed to it. She moved with him, and it was his turn to moan, groan, curse and call the name of Jesus. The more he gave, the more she took, the more she rode him from underneath.

Their treasure hunting went on forever, leaving them both rich and satisfied. Sidney discovered many secrets that night, in Paris, with a man more than twice her age. Bishop Morris III was a bad boy for real. Although he was forty-five years old, his game was like Michael Jordan's, coming down center court, hanging in mid-air from the three point line still stroking through the free throw line, only to hit the basket with a 360 degrees slam dunk leaving her totally submerged in his afterglow, overflowingly satisfied. She would play a game of any kind with him anytime. Had been for almost five years now, next month was her thirtieth birthday.

Sidney smiled again, only this time she smiled at the pair of eyes smiling back at her. He was awake. And the look on his face told her all she needed to know. It was game time and it was time for her to jump ball, against the greatest competitor of the game, scoring every basket, sending her body into a sexual overtime!

Sunday, May 8, 2011

"PLEASURE"

Take me away
To a place that only you can
Take me away
To a place only lover's go
I am ready for pleasure

A pleasure that begins with a single kiss
A kiss on my lips, hips and fingertips
Unleashing the desires of my heart
I moan wanting more

Caress my body
Remove all anxiety
Ravish me mentall, physically, emotionally, sexually
Show me how love is supposed to be made
Show me pleasure

A lick on my neck
A suck on my breasts
Kiss me in all my erogenous zones
I have 12 that I know of
Can you discover more
I'll give you a hint
There are six above my shoulders
Can you find them with pleasure

Shake me, break me, penetrate me
Releasing all frustrations on my body
As the pain brings great pleasure
Drive me crazy for more
Stroke all of my cares away

Stimulate my inner being
Satuate the depths of my femininity
If my delicate walls could talk
Your name would be heard every time
I open my legs
It would be my pleasure

Enter my passage with bravery and sure confidence
It's sexy when a man is sure of himself
Sure knows how to please his woman
Leaving her wrapped in pleasure inside and out

Use your imagination
To find pleasure's destination and take me there
Buy me a one-way ticket
Because I don't want to come back

Render me speechless
Provoke me to use other gestures and languages
To acknowledge the way you free my mind, body and spirit
Give pleasure the leading role in our movie
The plot thickens and my body temperature rises
A happy ending is foreseen
I start the script for a sequel
You the award-winning actor

Pleasure becomes every scene
Pushing me over the edge
I lose count of the waves I've rode
The pleasure is all mine until we do it all again
Leaving us both in a motionless capacity
Yet satisfied more than words can describe
I daydream of our adventure until we can pleasure each other
The next time we meet

Friday, May 6, 2011

What is your definition of PLEASURE?

"Ebony's Closet"

Ebony looked up and saw him watching her. Their eyes locked with each others for a split second. He read her mind instantly, she wanted him. He lightly nodded, knowing he would have her later on his plate. It had been a while since they met and the chemistry between them was like a shockwave, igniting fires that burned even when they weren't around each other. Ebony didn't want to wait any longer, she wanted him. She would have him. In her mind, he was already hers.

Marcus watched her walk away. The sway in her hips hypnotized him. He tried to compose himself but he felt the jones in his bones, paralyzing him slowly. The white dress she wore hugged all of her curves, her apple and cantalopes would make the perfect fruit salad once he added her delicate peach. Umm, he said licking his lips. Ebony peeked back and saw his expression, moving just a little bit more seductive, adding more bounce in her step. She wanted to show him just what she would have for him later. By the look on his face, she knew it would be something she'd never forget. He was ready to toss her salad.

When Ebony got home she removed her clothes and walked into her closet. A noise from downstairs gave her face a smile. He was there. She pretended to be occupied with something when she heard her bedroom door open, then close. The pheromones generating from her body charged Marcus's animalistic senses. He was now on the hurt. His prey was secretly awaiting his capture and he would imprison her until she begged him to stop.

Ebony watched as he walked toward her. Her heart beat rapidly. She almost lost balance. He saw her and smiled. What was he smiling at, she wondered, then suddenly looked down. The only thing she wore were her black stilettos, bra and panties. Less to remove, Marcus thought bridging the distance between them.

"Hey Baby, why you always do that to me," he said.
"I don't know what you're talking about. What did I do?"
"Oh, so it's like that! Well I'm about to show you since you seem to have forgotten all of a sudden."
"You know talk is cheap, Mister. I can think of many other things to do right now other than talk."

Marcus smiled. She was challenging him, which aroused him more than he already was. His "homeboy" was about to bust out of his pants. He couldn't blame him, he didn't always think straight, especially when it came to Ebony. In fact, sometimes Marcus wasn't able to get him to do anything he said at all. He would just give up and let his "homeboy" do his own thing, which in turn, always left the both of them deeply hardheaded and greatly satisfied.

Marcus stroked Ebony's cheek drawing her closer to him. He kissed both of her eyelids, and then her forehead. He kissed her slightly on her nose before greeting her neck with his tongue. When he knew she was on the verge of a mental breakdown, he captured her mouth with his. Their tongues greeted each other like two old friends, speaking in perfect harmony. He secretly removed the remainer of her clothing, sure to leave on the shoes.

"I have been wanting to taste those lips all day but you made me wait."
"Well show me then."

Ebony couldn't think straight, let alone speak. She moaned squeezing her legs together, trying to keep from cumming before she wanted to. She wanted to see what other treats he had in store for her before she allowed the wave of electricity creeping upon her to take her to her happy place. They kissed more forcefully, devouring each other. Ebony sucked on his lips, as Marcus bit on hers. They ravished each other's mouths like two dogs in heat, each one becoming more passionate and intense than the other. They were ready for a game of full throttle and their engines roared, raging like competing in NASCAR.

"I want you Baby! I want you now! Right here, right now!Take Me! Take me please!"

Marcus smiled, he now had her just were he wanted her, but he also had other plans. He turned her body around, her back facing him and grabbed her cantalopes softly, massaging each one equally not neglecting either one. He gently pulled them, caressed them, praised them. Ebony groaned. She loved his hands and the way he used them on her body.

He moved down her stomach, while grinding behind her slowly. Ebony felt what she wanted most bounce against her firm apple bottom. She put her hand behind her and found her banana. She peeled it with tender loving care, careful not to leave his plums forgotten, and it was Marcus's time to moan. The sound he was making drove Ebony crazy. She wanted to taste his sweet nectar but he wouldn't allow her the pleasure of it.

Marcus allowed his fingers to move further down Ebony's body until he found her now perfectly ripe and juicy peach. He knelt down behind her slowly turning her toward him. He placed one of her legs over his shoulders, opening the other wider, locking it in place. When he found her strawberry, he sucked on it gently, careful to get it just right. Ebony threw her head back, feeling the surge of electricity trying to cause a power outage. She fought hard to keep the lights on, she wanted to see what the ending of her own romance flick would be. No commercials would interupt.

Marcus licked up and down, back and forth. He moved in and out of her peach, over her strawberry, blending them together. He used his mouth like a suction cup, percolating it, making the best smoothie he had ever tasted. Marcus kissed and licked every inch of Ebony, leaving her begging him to stop, then not. He pleasured her so good, she came all over his tongue. It shot all over his lips, his mouth, his chin. He sucked all of the juices up like a vaccum. He didn't want any of it to be left when he was done. Ebony came again, almost falling sideways. Marcus caught her, pulling her deeper into his face. He moved her back and forth, while she grinded with him, gyrating her hips like she was at a club dancing the night away.

He moved her down on top of his banana and their fruit salad was complete. They tossed it with each motion, every stroke, every penetration, blending it to perfection. It was a masterpiece. They rocked, rolled, jumped and leaped. Ebony held on tight and rode like the wind. She rode him like Seabuscuit! She gave every thrust like the one she got in return. Marcus fought hard to stay with her, but she was working him overtime. Although he was worked long and hard, he didn't want his shift to end. He would definitely be working through his lunch break.

As Marcus and Ebony continued to mix their fruit salad, sparks flew, flames grew hotter, the desert would be considered the North Pole compared to the heat generating from them. Ebony's closet was like a fiery furnace that day, a day they both would never forget. They came together, hard. Ebony saw stars and Marcus growled like a wounded animal. Their sexual assault on each other would leave them both satisfied, quenched until their next episode. And as Ebony lay in her Marcus's arms, he whispered in her ear, "chocolate never looked or tasted so sexy."

Ebony melted, enjoying the moment. Her body was so high, Snoop Dog would be jealous. She had just made fruit salad, yummy yummy, umm umm good, with a lover who knew the exact recipe to keep her wanting to prepare more salads, appetizers, entrees and desserts with him for the rest of their lives. Ebony's closet became their classroom, their kitchen, the final ingredient of their sexual recipe. Ebony wondered what they would prepare next!

Thursday, May 5, 2011

"Destiny's Discovery"

The door to the gym was open so Destiny walked inside. She was supposed to meet her girlfriend there to practice for" THE BIG GAME". The sun peeked through the windows, creating soft silhouettes of light on the wooden floor. "Hey, the gym is closed. No one is supposed to be here," a voice called out from behind her. Destiny turned not expecting to see such a beautiful piece of eye candy standing there. "Oh, I'm sorry! I was just waiting on my friend to arrive. She asked me to meet her here to practice before our game. I can leave if you want." The breathtaking stranger focused a set of  big marble shaped eyes, piercing Destiny, leaving her motionless.

"Don't worry about it. I didn't know you were a part of the team. Why haven't I seen here before?" Destiny managed a smile, in spite of feeling her body suddenly heat up. She had never been attracted to a total stranger, especially in places covered by her clothes. The short, spandex black tights and sports bra she wear left nothing to the imagination, but she was an athletic. Destiny hadn't come to the gym to meet anyone nor did she care how she looked. She was simply there to meet her friend and practice so she would give her best game ever. The team was counting on her. But the way the stranger watched her toned legs and round booty bounce around the court, Destiny may have bent over a little more, opened her legs a little more, to give the stranger a little show.

"Do you want me to shoot with you until your friend shows? I can hold my own," the mysterious stranger said to Destiny with a slight smile. Before she could respond, a ball was tossed at her and her quick reflexes caught it, shooting a perfect three pointer. "Nice! You really can shoot. Let me see if you can make a few free throws, and then we can play a little d."  Destiny was warmed up in more places then she cared to admit and ready to showcase her skills. Many years of basketball training camps, practicing both morning and evening, and having played in more than five hundred games, Destiny was a natural. "Sure," was all she could manage. Butterflies and excitement overtook her.

After a few rounds of shooting, Destiny and the mysterious stranger were dripping wet with sweat. It was getting later and her friend still hadn't shown up. "Hey, what time did you said your friend was coming? It looks like you have been stood up. I have to lock the gym up in a few, but you are welcome to stay a few more minutes and shoot around. I'll come get you when I'm ready to leave." Destiny was upset with her friend, but enjoying the company of her now stranger-friend.

Destiny walked into the girl's locker room to freshen up a bit. She turned on the shower to allow the steam to cover the room before removing her clothing. When she lathered her wet body with soap, she felt a gentle hand touch her from behind. Startled, she turned. There standing with only a smile, was the mysterious stranger. At first, Destiny wanted to flee but something felt right. Her inner thighs throbbed and she ripples grew hard.

When the stranger begin washing her entire body, Destiny almost melted. Every inch of her body was on fire. She parted her legs wider to allow her stranger-friend to cleanse her hidden jewel. Each stroke got more intense and suddenly, only fingers felt her overheated morsel. First gentle and soft, then fast and hard until Destiny couldn't see anything but stars. She came. She came hard. Destiny came for the first time.

Just when she thought it was over, the stranger grabbed her by the hand and led her to one of the benches, placing a towel down for her. Destiny sat. The stranger gently pushed her down, slowly spreading her legs wide for a full view. "Relax! I want to show you something. I want to take you on a little discovery." Destiny relaxed.

The stranger moved down slowly, capturing the prey it wanted to devour from firsts glance. The quest began. The stranger used figure eight motions, soft licks, long strokes, light penetration to the love button, making it swell the size of a ripe strawberry. Destiny moaned, groaned, tossed and turned. She tried to push the stranger away, but it felt too good. The stranger kissed Destiny's treasure passionately, like two lover's on their honeymoon. Gentle, tender, yet with force, to create a volcanic eruption. Destiny screamed another orgasm and then another and another.

Destiny's discovery was an orgasm. Destiny's discovery was oral sex. Destiny's discovery was with a stranger-friend, who just so happened to be the friend she was waiting for all along. Destiny's discovery wasn't a discovery at all but something she loved, for Destiny had discovered years ago that she loved women.

Later than night Destiny and Lauren helped win their team a great victory and then went back to their home. Only this time, they played another game in their bedroom. Destiny was the one in charge, making many more discoveries of her own.