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adina howard sang it best… “i want a freak in the morning, a freak in the evening… just like meeeee” but who would have anticipated these freaks…

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the kingslayer – playing tag

 

4:45pm Saturday 

Wasn’t sure if the manuscript fit the bill for what I was attempting to write. I was taking a chance, the stress, isolation for the past year and months editing just had me doubting everything.  I was everywhere with worries, the subject, themes, the words, the flow, would anyone want to read it, and would I make a buck to keep the lights on?  I need to get up and get something to eat. Supermarket, or just go and eat out? To think these fighting thoughts and emotions permeated my mind just hours ago, and here I am now holding this…this woman like I’ve known her my whole life.  Sopping up every bead of lust and juice, enamored by how her hair smells, the silk felt of her skin, and drinking her lamentations…My lips find her elbows, hips, thighs, and back fascinating.  I try to pull away and she clutches me that much closer, “Where are you going?”…I rest my palms on the moving bed, dipping my head past her shoulders and whispering in her ear “No, where” I palm the back of her head, holding a full hand of hair and kiss her neck line as I search for her nipples to wet them with my mouth. How did I get here?

10:45am Saturday

The art supply shop is the only place I know will have the color markers I’m looking for. Waking up like this isn’t cool. I could have just slid out of the covers, washed and brushed ordered some breakfast from the dinner and played basketball online. I deserve some time to myself, been going hard for weeks now. I don’t even know what relaxation means anymore. Fuck it, I’m here… “Marko I need some old school markers”.  “Which ones?”  Marko replies. “The ones we used to write up graphs in the black sketch books. You order some?” “Sure, you know how these retro kids are”. I don’t need Marko to show me where the markers are. If anything habits like mines and his don’t die, just fade a bit or get loved for what used to be childhood for us. Walking down the aisle I’m fascinated by the color and variety of brushes, paint’s, sketch pads and canvases. God I wish I was an artist. I’d paint every day. “Excuse me?”…I brush past her, but notice that the markers are in front of this lady. Why do people do that? Can’t they step back away from the isle? It’s annoying. She’s not moving? “Excuse me!” She jumps back a little “Sorry, sorry my bad”. She says it with a smile and slides to the side. We both seem preoccupied with what we are looking for, and she wasn’t being snotty. “You need some help? What are you looking for?” Turning around she damn near knocked my chest out. Swinging the canvas she had on the floor. “Yes! Do you work here? I need some oil paints and pastels. You have any?” She’s cute. First observation, freckles like a grown little girl hilarious. Of course she’s an artist. “Um no, but I know this store been coming here for years”. “Ok, well the guy at the counter said they were in this isle and I don’t see them”.  Her hair glistened in the little bit of light that came cascading through the windows. Her glasses were clear, her t-shirt was perfect and fitted just right. “Yeah let me help you. Cause you’re lost.” We both laugh. I turn around and she follows suit. Looking around I finally find what she needs and reach down for it. “What colors?” She looks on the paper and kneels down to look herself, and I get a whiff of her hair. She just washed it, and her neck smells like Channel. Nice. I stand up and walk a bit down the aisle turning, “So you’re good now?” Concentrating without looking up she says yes. Well at least the morning hasn’t been a total wash.  I turn down the next isle and find my markers, and head over to the counter where Marko is ringing up some customers. Wow, I can’t believe it is that Melissa? I think it is, I’d know that Dominican shade and stance anywhere. Last time I saw her was a year and half ago at Central Park. She was with some dude holding hands laughing. I had a little shorty with me too, but she was looking right. “Melissa?” The girl turns around, and oops it’s not her. She frowns at me, and Marko laughs a bit. “My bad” I say. The girl doesn’t even look at me. “Millie, I don’t know any Melissa” she responds.  “You always do that. Call girls out there name. Ma I’ve known this dude since Junior high, he’s cool but not smooth. Not like me.” Marko throws me under the bus and the girl laughs. Except now the woman I just finished helping chimes in. Great I help her, and now I’m the joke.  Time to get this paid for, and keep it moving. “Marko’s just mad that I wouldn’t share my chocolate crunch cookies”. We all laugh, Millie walks out, and Marko rings and bags my markers. I smile at the girl with the oil paint and get a glimpse of her jeans. She rocks them well, very well.  The curves on this girl are right. Some might call her red, but she’s a bit darker than that and her ass, I’d love to cup it something mean. Damn she’s something. I’m fronting, and need to go for mines, but I’m not in the mood to pursue.  Sometimes it’s just good to watch, and it’s a good day to admire. So l sticks to the script.  I walk up to the door, “Marko hit me up and let me know what’s good with you”.  Giving him a pound I turn and walk out the shop.  Time to see if I can grab a book from Barnes&Noble, get some tea plus two lemon cakes.  Then head to the dinner for some breakfast then home in a cab.  
 

11:41 am Saturday

Carrying a bag of magazines and two books I think I’m pretty set for the weekend. Start one book and see how far I get this evening. Walking out of the Barnes & Noble it’s a quiet Saturday morning, not much action going on. Sky’s bright with the sun, just one nice fall day.  I hail down a cab, luckily the recession has cabbies taking everyone’s fair.  Not far to go I give him the directions and we head off to one of my favorite places to eat.  You know that feeling you always wanted as you watched Cheers, the one whenever a cast member walked in? Well you don’t quite get that here, but you do get some familiarity, love, and comfort from the staff.  It’s become a ritual for the waitress to bring me some tea. I sit at the counter and give my take out order. It would be cool to just relax and eat, but I feel like just chilling in the crib. I got a couple of options now that I have my book. I could watch “The Prestige” or I could just jump into writing and the only art I know. I think I’ll do the artwork, and let my creativity live. Not long after I get my order and pay for my tea, I get two txt messages. One from Marko, and another from my boy Cole I figure I’ll see what Cole is up to. “Yo, my girl just saw you at Marko’s art supply. So you were not playing last night. On your junior high shit…lol”. Cole inspired me after our conversation about graffiti and our child hood days in school at the lunch tables. I knew he didn’t believe I’d go see Marko.  Funny thing is I only met his girl once, and I can’t say I would recognize her had I seen her. I text him back “Oh, word? Yeah I walked out of there a while ago.  I take a look at Marko’s message. “Eh man that girl was hot wasn’t she? She said you helped her find the oil paint. Good looking needed a sale. I got some news for you too. She was checking you out. I cracked a joke, and she was like they need more gentlemen like you in the world…lol”. I look at the text and smile.  Muttering to myself whatever women always say that ain’t shit to think about. My phone buzzes again. “So I hooked you up, you owe me big time. I wrote you’re email on her receipt. You better get at her when she hits you. I told her you’d love to critic her painting. Peace”.  I hate whenever a friend tries to hook you up it rarely looks or goes well. I close my phone and walk out the dinner with my food, and hail another cab. I got what I need for the day.  

12:17pm Saturday

We’ve had three different people move into my building this week. I think one of them is an artist. I took a look at someone’s painting stuck in the garbage which ironically got me into the conversation about writing/drawing with Cole.  Now you got some pieces of furniture out here too. Hmmm somebody has the same massage chair I have. Now that’s someone with taste, ha, ha.  I walk into the building, and press the button on the elevator. I used to live in a walk up, which for moving was the worst. Now living on the 6th floor has its advantages with an elevator.  Me, and my ex would go up on the roof during the late summer nights bring a couple of sheets and blankets and have a picnic. Making passionate sex/love, and blowing some trees after words.  I have got the rest of a 20 sack waiting for me. Think I’ll burn some incense, eat and burn a little for a buzz. No sooner did this thought leave did I see her. The doors of the elevator open, and time moves slow three movers with gloves and boxes walk out the elevator. There she is in the middle of them. If I had my mouth open I couldn’t tell.  How long ago did I leave Marko’s? He just texted me about her, and all I tried to do was put her out my mind. We catch each other’s eyes.  I startle her.  “Omg! Please don’t tell me you live in this building?” She busts out with a laugh. Two of the movers look at me, and I immediately snap to attention. “Yeah, been here I awhile. I think you been following me.” We both laugh a bit, as she gives me “a get real look”.  I snap out of the laugh a bit, “So you had time to get your art stuff and still move in?” She thanks the two movers, without turning away. “Oh yeah, of course, but I don’t live here. My girlfriend does.  I’ve been helping her with the move, and she had to go on a business trip. So I’m getting the rest of it done.  I thought to myself that I could just hangout for the weekend and be creative.” I shake my head in approval.  She’s got style, cute, and a good friend.  Lips are something else full and lush her eyes are have a glow.  The type that soak up everything, but speak only to you, and they pierce you. I can’t lie how trippy it is to see her in front of me. “Wow you’re a good friend”. “Yeah I am. Seriously just had two things wait on and now the moving is done. I figured I’d straighten out. Thanks again for the help with the paint. I told you’re friend Marko? Right”?  That they’re weren’t many gentlemen left in the world.” I fix my bags as they almost slip out of my finger grasps. She almost reaches to help, but I collect them in time. “To be honest I just wanted you to get out the way, so I figured that was the best way to hurry you up.” She busts out laughing, “Oh really. Well I take it back then. There are no gentlemen in the world left”. She does this little smirk with her lips and I’m done. I can’t let her ride out. What are the odds of this bad sexy thing to be in my building, the symmetry of Marko letting me know she was feeling the kid a bit. “Well let me restore your faith. If you don’t mind you can stop by say in an hour or so and hang out for a bit. I just went and got some breakfast, and I’d like to get some stuff at the store.  I have a movie [The Prestige] upstairs, be nice to have some company”. She studies me a bit, and I see her get a little flush and coy. She bites her lip. I don’t know if she knows how her hands slide to her hips when she thinks, but it’s interesting to watch. “Well let me think about it. I’d like to straighten up a bit, but what’s your apt #. I’ll stop by if I change my mind. Send you an email or something.” A little defeated, I smile. “Ok, that’s what’s up. I’d love the company so reach out.” I walk past her and press the button for my floor. Not saying anything she smiles and walks towards the movers, one of them hands her a clip board. The doors close and slump against the wall. Laughing to myself, I open my dinner bag to make sure the food is still warm. Saying out loud damn she’s fine. I get off on my floor, head inside my apartment. Turn on the television, head to the bathroom piss, come out and light my incense.  I walk by my laptop and check to see if any emails or messages were left. Yeah a couple, but I head over to my massage chair and grab my bags.  I consider eating out of the dinner plate, but get up and get a plate some ice.  I sit down and relaxed now. I can’t get this girl out of my head, but I’m determined to eat and watch some TV. Thank God for Sports Center. I catch up on some highlights from a couple of games from the other night. Losing myself in my warm food, and mystified at how Lebron James can just dominate a game. My mind sifts through all the great plays I’ve seen in basketball. All’s right with the world. I’m done eating, and that girth in my stomach feels to be filled quite well.  I get up and wash my hands, head into my room make up the bed, clean up a bit, and grab my bud, and a lighter. Go back out and sit in my message chair and light up. Two deep pulls and smoke fills the living room air with the aroma of grass. Yeah feels good.  I take it in slow and blow it out with a confidence of a good afternoon.  I don’t smoke the whole joint. I put it out, and turn on the massage chair. Closing my eyes I enjoy the high and massage that is turning me into mush. Feels good… I’ll get up in a minute when the buzz where’s down a bit.  

2:18pm Saturday

My high is coming down a bit, so I grab my bag and pull out my new fresh sketch book and markers. I swear these markers are just a flagrant of a high as any bud you can buy. I do that little kid shit and smell the marker tips. Green, crimson, electric blue, and some assorted colors, I set aside on the little table. Kicking up my feet on the couch, I take out one of the new pencils and start tagging in the book.  
Fleshing out some sketches, my hands on the first couple don’t feel right, but I stick with it. Smiling to myself I start to get that stride back. Smooth lines come out forming funky letters, and characters I go off into this creative world losing myself there. On automatic I look up and done. Three tags are colored and finished. I marvel at how good it all comes out, the speed still there, and the creativity. I think I should scan this and turn into a screen saver. As soon as I get 8 done, I’ll post it on an online gallery and my blog.  Only an amateur would think it’s because of the bud, but honestly that just slows you down. I used to do this without it. I’m not giving it any accolades. Basking in my glory of starting and finishing my tags, I don’t hear the door bell ring. I get up and rush to the door. “Who is it?” “It’s Candice; um I met you down stairs and at the art store?” Wow, she changed her mind; I scramble to open the door with all four locks. I get it open. “Hi”. “Hi”…. “So I thought I’d take you up on that offer and come hang for a bit. On one condition.”  She changed he clothes, different t-shirt, and jeans but laced on her feet are some Nike SB’s that I didn’t think came in those sizes. I don’t know if I want her or the sneakers more. I soak her in, and it’s definitely her. “Ok cool, come in and we can talk about it”. I close the door, but only one lock no way I’m letting her see me fumble with them to let her out. “Would you like something to drink?” I walk into the kitchen grabbing a two clean cups, and some juice out of the fridge. She stands by the kitchen doorway soaking up the apartment from her view. I made sure when I put it together the hallway would have framed art and memorabilia. Something I felt adds character to a home. “Yeah sure”

I hand her the glass and walk her to the living room area and offer her a seat. “You have a really nice apartment.  Who helped you with it?” I look at her with a smirk. “Me. I had a friend of mine who paint’s homes, come by and do everything. Some of the artwork I bought, got from friends, and put them in frames.” She shakes her head, and sips her juice continuing to take it all in. “So tell me about you. How long you been painting and being a good friend?” The question snaps her out of trying to read me by my surroundings and she laughs a bit. “I actually started painting a year ago. I’ve always done it, but never really commited to it. So when the year started I made resolution that I would concentrate and finally get over the hump of procrastinating.” We talk for a bit more and laugh. All the while I can see her sizing me up, and me her. I can see the bulge of her breast press against the thread of her tee. My mind wanders a bit, and almost to take my hypnotized gaze away I reach for my joint. But pass by it and pick up my pencil and sketch pad. “You need a tag”. She looks at me in that way a girl does when she hears something off. “A tag, I’ve did like three since I got home. Talking to you I wanna do one for you”. She claps her hands between her legs, and shrugs her shoulders a bit. “I don’t know. Don’t have a tag name. My friends call me Candy. What’s your tag?” I open up my sketch book, and hand it to her on the second page. Taking it in her hand she smiles looking at it. “Mr. Galore, huh” laughing a bit. “Why you call yourself that? It’s kinda cool. Wow you’re pretty good at tagging”. I lean back a bit grabbing my laptop off the desk, and open up my picture gallery. “Here take a look” She gets up from the small comforter seat and sits next to me. Looking at the picture I pulled up. “These are my friends where I used to live in the Bronx.  The rules like you know are that you couldn’t name yourself. Only could get them from the crew.” Shaking her head she inspects the picture, I can tell she’s trying to soak it up. I soak up her hair, and the channel on her. Feeling her body so close to me, my mind race’s a bit. I can feel the blood rush to my manhood. I reach for my juice to take a sip, as I feel thirsty and awkward in the moment. Lifting her head I start to go through more pictures, and we look at them. Cracking some jokes along the way.  “Hey, let’s go to the store she says. I want to get some ice cream”. I close the gallery and feel relieved from not forcing the issue. Her cool factor is off the chain. I haven’t felt this comfortable in a while. Being trapped in my writing it’s good to not think about it, worry, right now I’m here. “Sure I still need to get some things too”. I grab my jacket and get her hoodie.  Standing in the elevator we both go through our Blackberry’s, I make a joke about how pink hers is. I can’t help but get close to her, and she doesn’t push me away. We walk into the store, and I grab what I need. Some honey, nestle hot chocolate mix, juice, bread and some other items. She gets Cherry vanilla, and chocolate chip ice cream. “Which one you want?” She offers up the cup, and that’s when I it sinks in. I gotta make a move. “Whichever one I can lick off you” She smiles. “Cherry vanilla it is!” 

3:25pm Saturday

Grabbing her tee I watch as she turns, hands on her shoulders.  I can see her fat pussy lips drip with juice down her inner thigh.  I walk behind her and kiss her shoulders, without warning I pick her up and throw to the bed. Not too hard, she lands with a laugh and turns. She commands my attention calling me forward, teasing her body as I crawl on the bed. “God you are sexy” I tell her, touching her left leg kissing the back of her thigh. I lick all the way up missing her pussy, giving it no attention. Candice moans a little, so I blow some air across her pussy.  Aggressively but calm I push up and take a breast in my mouth, babying her nipple for sustenance. I reach to feel her wetness, and play with her pussy lips and clit. She soaks my fingers, and moans opening her legs wider. “You need to stop playing with me”. I continue, taking my fingers away juiced I squeeze the other tit, rubbing her nipple lightly with her cream and put that one in my mouth. “Baby you taste good”. Cocky in more ways than one I pull away getting up on my knees, she reaches for me scratching my chest a bit as I escape. I tell her to turn around and she obliges me thrusting her ass in the air, I laugh and press her back down.  Getting on top of her ass so she can feel my man hood between her crack, I slide it up and down. No intention of penetration. I kiss her back shoulders and arms, politely I whisper in her ear let me see that ass. I move my man hood down her crack again. Making sure not to put all my body weight on her, I grab her waist under my arm and perk it up. Licking both cheeks, spreading one and dipping my tongue between her lips, tasting her lips, fondling them between mines. I slurp memorized by her body and curves. She wasn’t a thickie thick, but far from slim. She felt and tasted nice. My dick throbbed as I continued to fondle and have my way with her pussy in my mouth. “Damn you make me want to suck your dick bad”. I play my role, and grab her waist going under her all in one motion coming up licking the front of her body then her breasts. She kisses me my mouth, “I love your lips” and her hair envelopes my face and head as she presses her mouth to mines.  She gets up grabbing my arm; I follow as she gets on her knees. Taking my cock and balls in her hand she slides her tongue down my hard black flesh pole. Kissing the head, and putting it in her mouth. She uses spit well, as it drips down my leg. She lubricates it with gusto and the passion drive me craI never cum from head, but she does a damn good job of getting me to a new high.  With every slob she gets closer to putting all in her mouth. She’s a bad bitch, and I’m dirty dog, I grab her head and push it further in her mouth. Like a trooper she takes it, I pull it out and she gags for a bit of air. Then goes for it again “I got this daddy, I’m good”, damn. On the side of the bed I reach for the music player remoter and turn it on. Keri Hilson’s song comes on “You’re turning me on”. I think to myself how appropriate, and she catches it. “Keri if you only knew. Baby come get this pussy!” I laugh and pick her back up to her feet.  Grabbing a condom from the counter she places it on “Let me ride it, and you can hit this candy from the back”. She hops on my cock perfectly I fit in the slit. Warm and beautiful my mind reels from how good she feels. “I’ma fuck the shit outta you” I say to her. “You better cause you feel right”. I lean my head back on the pillow, my arms are nice and long so I grab both her ass cheeks, and she throws my arms back. “I got this” I let her take control and enjoy the ride. This girl is mean with it. “I love sucking that dick daddy, because you know how to give my pussy attention”. Candice got a mouth on her in more ways than one, and I like that. “Yeah you my candy should be in mouth all the time”.  Riding me harder she throws her hair back, and I watch her breasts bounce up and down. “Talk the shit daddy”. She’s turning me on, but I’m not ready to go out like that. She’s moaning, and that channel is sweating off her body dripping down to my chest. It’s like rain. I pull up and put my hands on the sides of me on the bed, and the penetration goes deeper. She slides so slick controlling her stroke, I bite my candy, and throw’s her arms around my neck.  I pick her up she feels my strength and I take over. Submissive against the wall moaning her ass cheeks slap my thighs. Clutching and scratching I take her back down to the bed. I pull out and dip my tongue in her ass, then her clit, and stick my dick back in her wet snatch. “Damn you got a mouth on you. I see why they call you Mr. Galore. Take that pussy”. I got a mouth on me? She got me ready to explode. Nah not yet, I need to beat this plush pink parade of love up. I fiddle with the top of her clit with smooth controlled strokes, getting deeper and deeper. It’s like I’m growing bigger inside her. I let it go. “Damn baby! You the shiiiitttttttt”. Before I can let it out, she jumps up pulls the condom off and my cock in her mouth. Draining me whole…. 

5:00pm Saturday

“Are we going to watch the movie?” She takes a scope of ice cream and looks at me. It’s a trick question. I tease her. “Sure”. She looks at me and cusses with her eyes. I smile. “You play too much”. Obviously she knows, and I know. To make it clear, she puts her icy cold hands on cock and balls. “You ready to handle your business? Cause we got paint and markers. You can spell my name, and you can be my paint project.” I look at her. I couldn’t write a better story if I wanted to. “So what was the condition?” I ask. She smiles, “You already answered it”…”What?” “If you was in the mood for Candy”…Tag I’m it I guess 

 

jolie-style

So after reading your post before I went to sleep last night and  I had the most AWESOME dream… I ended up having one hell of a dream actually . and guess who starred in it? none other than WHY So


It was hot and steamy and passionate… I am replaying the scene now.

An alley on a sticky summer night… us walking back to the car from dinner and dancing. me in a cleavage bearing, tight short itty bitty Latin style dress. The one flickering street light in the ally reflect on and off my brown skin, as a trickle of sweat drips down my neck and sinks into the valley in between my breasts. The tension in the air is so thick that you can cut it with a knife. We both have our mind on other things, but we continue to laugh and joke about the nights prior events. We are just friends. As we near the second flickering street light, you pull me toward you. Slightly taking me off guard, I look up at you with seductive innocence and engage you in the most passion filled kiss ever, as you pick me up against the wall.


Your kisses lead to my neck, and not just my neck but that ultra sensitive line between my ear and center collar bone. I gasp and moan faintly as I wasn’t prepared for the sensation that was to tingle from my neck to my finger tips. One of your hands now finds its way to my young and soft perky DD cup titties. With my demi-cupped bra on, its easy for you to pull the neckline of my dress down to reveal it. You squeeze and kiss and suck and nibble both of them. Your eagerness makes my juices flow. I try to stroke that big long and hard dick that I can feel through your pants, but you push my hands away. You won’t let me touch it. I need to touch it. I really need to touch it. But you have already begun to tease my inner thighs with two fingers, as they near my kitty I moan louder. I’ve been needing this attention and am oh so close to getting it. You finally touch it. I shriek and pop my kitty toward you. Suddenly you move both hands under my ass and lift me higher in the air so that I am at your shoulder level with my legs spread. Your mouth goes back to my inner thigh. The kisses and licks and sucks are too much bear. I get louder and grab the back of your head. You’ve found the spot.


Oh shit, a car is headed down the alley. You get disrupted from your feast and quickly let me down. We duck and hide on the opposite side of the taxi cab a few feet away. Hearts racing, the car goes by. You stand and start to walk away. I can’t have your conscience get the best of you now. I pull you back by your belt buckle, undo, unzip, pull down, and pull out what I had been feenin for since we grinded to all that reggae earlier in the night. This is just what I needed on such a humid night- a popsicle to lick and suck in and out of my mouth. You stand there against the taxi cab in pure shock and awesomeness. You can’t resist and let out a few oohs and ahhhs. Before you shudder you snatch me yup yank my dress up and bend me over the hood of the cab so that you can enter this tight panty-less kitty. You start slow as I wine my ass back when you thrust forward.


Damn this shit is right. It feels so right like a conquest has finally been won. I lower my elbows and arch my back as you pull my chestnut brown shoulder length real hair, my breathing is heavy and I get louder and louder, you push harder and faster. You know that I want every inch of you. I know that you have been waiting to beat this wet kitty up. Now all inhibitions are lost. I lift both legs up to a wheel barrow stance, you go deeper, flip me over on my back with my legs pinned by your shoulders. shit, i cant take it, but you make me take it. I can see the intensity in your eyes as we are face to face. Sweat drips from your chin onto my body. The pace pumps into overload, I grab the back of your neck to my neck. You thrust and suck on my hot zone at the same time. I force you into me harder and deeper and meet you half way by grinding my kitty forward and you pound your dack into my warm and soft and wet insides. We are both are at a point of no return as we climax. Our senses come to such an elevated state of euphoria that we both let out screams and moans.


as we catch our breath, you gently lift me up from the hood of the car, both covered in sweat, we fan ourselves and grin and look around to where we are… in an alley, with one flickering street light that reflect off the beads of sweat that trickle down my golden skin. you look at me and say “you good jolie?” and of course i shyly look up at you bite my lip and wink

5-inch stilettos by miss ridinhoodz


5 inch patent leather stilettos with metal spiked heels. That is what I have on right now. And that’s not strange. What you might find strange is that I am wearing 5 inch patent leather stilettos with metal spiked heels as this beautiful Italian boy kneels at my feet. His eyes are cast down but not closed. His long curly eyelashes mask his eyes, making him appear asleep but I know he’s not . It’s been four weeks since I have last traveled to NY to bless him with my presence. For the privilege of my doing so he gets to take me shopping to buy more shoes. We love shoes. He is very fond of towering high heels and has supplied me with an impressive collection of Christian Louboutin and Pat Fields pumps. And I will wear them for him and only him. He is 24 and the sweetest thing. He doesn’t talk very much, his voice is raspy. He has a beautiful smile with one dimple in his cheek. Sometimes, I fantasize about a real relationship. But this is as real as anything; he NEEDS me after all. I call him Mafia which he answers to. He calls me M’Lady and I like that just fine.  No need to tell you where I came about him or how we got here right now. All you need to know it that he’s fine as hell and I am loving this shit.

He has spent a small fortune on his little habit. What if I told you that he is a personal trainer? Can’t figure out what he gets from this but sexuality is as broad as the universe so I don’t judge him. I stare at him because I love to look at him. He is tanned and muscular. He is  medium height with strong arms and legs. His hands are large with long thing fingers, his flesh is warm and soft. It feels good when he touches me. He has a wide back, which I always appreciate on a man. His back muscles look like rope under his skin as he bends with his face nearly to the floor. His pretty pink tongue flicks out as he tastes the very tip of my shoe.  He nibbles the metal sole. Slowly, he works his way to the side, never touching my skin. He holds my foot in his big hands and moves it from side to side as he enjoys his meal. He sniffs the leather in; loving the ‘new’ smell on these fresh out the box luxuries.

Worship begins with only his mouth. Every second that he can abstain from touching my flesh adds to his excitement and mine. In time, his hands begin to massage up my leg and he moves as high up as I will allow before I push him away from me in disgust. He assumes his kneeling position in front of me. He waits like this until I call him back over. He begins to rub my legs again; this time softer. Slowly, I lower my foot into his lap. I position myself closer, inhaling his cologne. I run my fingers through his hair, pulling his curls loose, stroking him like a favored pet before I yank his head back. He yelps in surprise and looks up to me with green eyes. He rubs harder, moving and kneading my thick calf. He enjoys when I cause him pain just as much as I do.

I lift my 5 inch patent leather stiletto with a metal spiked heel up to meet his balls. They don’t touch the floor so it’s easy to get my foot under them. I flex my foot forward, stretching out the skin on his sack. I watch him closely. He shivers. He likes the coldness of the metal against him. I gently kick his balls from side to side. They swing and become more flushed and tight. I extend my leg, poke my toe up and drag it forward. Teasing his rear opening with the threat of penetration. He lifts my right leg onto his shoulders. Again he licks my shoe from front to back including the soles. With eyes closed he grabs the ankle strap with his teeth. Gently, he pulls it back and easily releases the strap from my ankle.

I rub his balls harder now with my remaining foot. I run the tip of my shoes in between his thighs. He’s panting. Face flushed red and eyes excited. He looks into my face with such serenity. I slap him hard across his cheek and laugh. I can’t help but love the power rush I am feeling right now. He places my left leg on his shoulder and removes the ankle strap with his teeth. This time he rushes.  His hands are in his lap, stroking and pulling on his hard dick. So thick and full of wanting; I want to fuck him every time but won’t.

He releases his hands from his dick long enough to pull my shoe off. He scampers to catch it before it hits the floor. With one hand back on his dick and the other with a shoe to his face he inhales deeply.  He sticks his nose in as far as he can get it and breathes my sweaty foot scent. He looks up at me. I point to the bare floor. I am standing over him now as he lays back on the floor. I face him and sit my shaved pussy on his innocent face. My clit is hard and swollen and easily found for him to suckle on. I turn to look over my shoulder as I ride his mouth. I look at his hands following his fingers as they tug and stroke his dick. It turns me on to see a man jerk off and I come even faster when I can watch a sexy ass man like this beat off into my stiletto.

His hands are in a blur now. He arches his back and bucks up against me. He is digging his tongue into my hole and I am fucking his face. I buck forward each time to rub my clit against his nose. With a moan he creams and sprays his juice into the air. Sugar hits his stomach and drips down his six pack to the floor. I come soon after. I am turned on by watching him watch me as I pull and pinch my hard nipples. I let go and push my pussy juice down his throat. I grind my crotch into his face to make sure he got it all.

Maybe one day I will I ask his real name. But for now, I pack away my 5 inch stilettos with the metal spiked heel. I wouldn’t be caught dead with those on in public. I mean, what type of girl do you think I am?

the luvologist: me, you, and the nightclub

I notice you from a distance. You stare into my eyes. I knew by the stare that you want my attention. It’s crowded in here tonight. But you picked me out of the hundreds of men you could’ve chosen. You were on the other side of the bar. Your glass was almost empty. I walk toward you and your eyes are fixated onto mine. As I approach you I notice the ‘up and down’ look you give me. I walk behind you and place my hand in the small of your back. You look to see me behind you. You flash a grin.

“I noticed the way you were looking at me,” I say, “it made me figure you wanted to talk to me.”

“I did.” you say. My eyes give you an acknowledgement.

The conversation is small talk. Are you single or married? What do you do for a living? Do you come here often? I motion to the bartender for another drink and to fill your glass. Who are you here with? So on and so forth. I look at your attire and realize that you carefully dressed yourself tonight. With the low cut brown shirt you accented your cleavage well. As I stared down at it I could tell that you were not in the mood in hiding it. As you casually rub your shoulder you rub the cloth toward your arm so you can accent your cleavage more. It look down and notice your thighs hugging the short skirt you are wearing. As I look down to your ass I notice there were no pantylines coming through the skirt. Hmmm….either thongs or no panties.

I lean forward and ask if you want to dance. You oblige and we both walk onto the dance floor hand in hand. The beat of the music is fast and furious and the lights are flashing like crazy and I notice your hips gyrating to the beat of the song. You turn around with your back facing me and bend over and rub your ass onto my groin area. You feel me growing under each and every motion and I look down to see your ass peeping under the short skirt you have on. My gosh…no underwear. I rub your ass slightly and you grind more and more. You then turn to face me.

You look into my eyes and I see lust all through you. With one hand you grab the back of my neck and with the other hand you rub my dick and grab for my zipper all to the beat of the music. You pull me closer to you as if to kiss me but instead grab the back of my neck to put me closer. You unzip the zipper you pull my member out of my pants and stroke it gently. I realize why you pull me close so no one could tell what we were doing. As you are stroking me I reach my hand down and start rubbing your inner thigh. You then, instinctively, start dancing backwards…towards one of the back walls of the club leading me with you. You back is now firmly on the wall.

The club is going crazy and it is crowded as hell on the dance floor. There are probably a few inches between us and all of the dancers. But you continue to stroke me, looking into my eyes. I continue to rub my hands on your thighs upward until finally I reach my spot. My finger slightly dip into your wetness and I see your eyes roll in the back of your head. I continue to do this for a couple of more minutes until you pull me closer to you and whisper in my ear…

“You have protection. I want you now.”

“Right now?” I ask…dazed and confused.

“Right now…”

I reach in my back pocket and take out the condom that I had planned on using if I got lucky later in the evening. With both hands I quickly rip the package open and I roll it on my member. The aroma of your womanly scent rush through my nostrils as I look into your eyes. When I was done you grab my member and I grab your leg into one of my arms. You take it slow and you look around the club to see if anyone is noticing what we are about to do. Satisfied that everyone was paying attention to their partners and not us you glide me slowly inside of you. I move in closer so I could feel your tightness as I hear you gasp as I enter you deeper. To the beat of the song I grind you against the wall and I feel your nails dig in my back.

“Deeper…” you whisper.

I oblige you by moving myself closer to the wall and raising your leg higher. I roll my hips to the beat of the song and I feel your juices on my midsection. With one hand you push my ass so I can go deeper and deeper inside of you. And I push you further and further into the wall. Everything is oblivious around me as the only thing I can pay attention to is the beat of the song, your nails in my back, and your constricting muscles around my dick. Your muscles start moving uncontrollably as the flashing lights catch the glitter of the white of your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

You are grinding toward me and I am grinding toward you. I feel myself reach the bottom of you and my whole body has a shock of ecstasy. You feel the same thing as you are grinding faster. I notice the reason why because the song changed and you are going to the beat of the music. I continuously hit bottom and I continuously feel your nails go deeper and your muscles start to contract severely. Your juices are now running down my shaft and onto my nuts as your scent becomes more erotic more animalistic.

Your gasps becomes moans and a whisper of “oooooh, shit, I’m cummin!!!”

As if on que I feel my eruption about to happen. You scratch my back as your other leg that is balancing you starts to spasm. I can feel the eruption about to happen and I push you further against the wall to hold you up but to shove myself deep inside of you so I can explode. Suddenly I cannot contain myself and I feel myself explode. I spasm uncontrollably as I feel you grab my ass and bring you closer to me.

I let your leg down and you look at me with a huge grin. We look around us and realize that no one noticed us. Or they didn’t care. I look down at you and you give me a huge hug and at the same time grab my member, place it in my pants and zip my pants up. After that you walk away. I try to follow you but through the crowd I lose you. I look around at all of the flashing lights and the bass in my ear and realize that the moment we shared will be the last moment we will share ever again. And I didn’t even get your name or number….

akua – the sankofa queen

So as i run my hand across his smooth caramel colored back I cannot believe im actually in his presence. That thoughts crossed the lines of the world wide web, my fingers blessed my keys and he was in my bed. I imagine tracing the outline of your body structure, exchanging dirty pleasantries. After erotic massages and an evening of him explaining to me why it would be so much better to make love to chopped and screwed music as opposed to R&B I read him a poem that I wrote just for him.

Have you ever been addicted?
You are like the last long island ice tea that I know took me over the
edge
I see you ripping my clothes off with your eyes from across the room
Will you help me climb the walls?
I have something on my ceiling fan that is just out of reach without your
dic*?I mean your assistance
I have a question
Me and you can we screw?
We are fused
Focused
And for lorn
F*cking
Fornication under consent
I consent to you pounding my p*ssy into the pavement or into the backseat
of the jeep
Which ever we get to first (shall we swing an episode)
Fill me up with all of you and when I scream from you pushing past that
point of no return
KEEP GOING
I have a question
Me and you can we screw?
The indentations on your hips are so perfectly chisled
That I can only worship them with my tongue
as I massage the object of my s*xual affection
I have just one question
Me and you can we screw?
A back breaking
Earth quaking experience
I felt the ground move did you?
6.5 on the Richter scale
I am not worthy of your s*x game can?t you tell?
You got me hooked
I want to roll you up and smoke you
And let your essence could my mind
I will loose myself in the way you stroke me from behind
Faster
Faster
Faster
Until the only sounds you hear are the rhythmic motions of our bodies
Fused
Focused
And F*cking
I have just one question
I want to screw
How about you?

Have you ever been addicted?
You are like the last long island ice tea that I know took me over the
edge
I see you ripping my clothes off with your eyes from across the room
Will you help me climb the walls?
I have something on my ceiling fan that is just out of reach without your
dic*?I mean your assistance
I have a question
Me and you can we screw?
We are fused
Focused
And for lorn
F*cking
Fornication under consent
I consent to you pounding my p*ssy into the pavement or into the backseat
of the jeep
Which ever we get to first (shall we swing an episode)
Fill me up with all of you and when I scream from you pushing past that
point of no return
KEEP GOING
I have a question
Me and you can we screw?
The indentations on your hips are so perfectly chisled
That I can only worship them with my toungue
as I massage the object of my s*xual affection
I have just one question
Me and you can we screw?
A back breaking
Earth quaking experience
I felt the ground move did you?
6.5 on the Richter scale
I am not worthy of your s*x game can?t you tell?
You got me hooked
I want to roll you up and smoke you
And let your essence could my mind
I will loose myself in the way you stroke me from behind
Faster
Faster
Faster
Until the only sounds you hear are the rhythmic motions of our bodies
Fused
Focused
And F*cking
I have just one question
I want to screw
How about you?

He was so turned on by the way that i put pen to paper and make sex pour out in my words that he took me right there in front of the fire place in my master bedroom suite

the rug burns, the handcuff marks and the morning after body aches were so worth the wait. He was single…but now he’s taken.

anonymous

“Baby slow down, just take your time, you and me gonna be here for a while, okay….” –Mos Def “The Panties”

Every morning I arrive in my office anticipating reading your posts, allowing them to transfer me from my world into yours. I laugh, I smile, I catch an attitude with each story you tell, feeling like I am right there with you.  I sometimes imagine myself right there with you. Leaning over your shoulder, reading as your proofread, my face next to yours. Every now and then I plant a few kisses, allow my tongue to trace your ear, a playful bit here and there.  Today’s blog was a good one. You talked about how a man can please a woman with his hands alone, and I must admit you got me with that one. Previous posts about how good you are with your tongue and even a private convo we had one day really has me fantasizing about you right now.  I hit you up on iChat and our conversation is light at first.

Me: Hey what’s up today sweetie? Loved your post.

You: Not much. Chillin. You?

You: Thanks.

Me: I’m feeling pretty good, but back to your post. Were you being serious, or are you really that talented?

You: I always keep it real. 100%.

Me: Ok… wow. Well, you got me.  Perhaps you can show me?

You: Damn girl. Of Course! LOL You want me to book my flight?

Me: No need right now. Just answer my video chat request….

You:…Damn it’s like that?

Me: It’s however you want it.

Usually I’m not so bold. But you pushed all the right buttons today.  I send you a video chat invitation and you answer. I see that you’re in your office. Hmmm even more of a turn on. You have your headphones on and that’s good. That means you can hear me. I smile sweetly and wave and I see you crack a smile that says you aren’t sure what to expect, but you can’t wait for it regardless. I stand up in front of my camera and lift my skirt up. I slide down my pink satin thongs and hold them up in front of the camera just to tease you. I sit back down and type:

Me; So…. Tell me what to do first

You: ummm damn.  Shit…. Let me see it. Show it to me.

I lean back and you see my boots on the sides of the desk as I raise my legs. I pull my skirt up higher and I can hear you suck your breath in.  I allow my hands to travel up and down my thighs stopping slightly to caress over my “love button” and I wish you were really here to feel the heat between my legs. I slide a couple of fingers down, and spread my lips almost as if they were blowing you a kiss. I can tell that you like it.

Me: Wow. She’s so wet, what do I do now?

You: Rub on your clit then slide a finger in.

I do as you say, and instantly I get the flutter in my stomach that tells me an orgasm will be coming soon.  I bite my lip as my mind replays the words you wrote earlier, imagining you doing those things to me. I slide another finger inside of me, and my breathing becomes even more shallow. I hear the sound of another IM from you and I open my eyes to read. I also notice that you are touching yourself under your desk. I smile. I like that.

You: Don’t cum until I tell you to.  Show me how wet you are.

I’m frustrated by your words. I want to cum when I damn well please. But I’m turned on even more. I love giving up control. I pull my fingers out and bring them closer to the camera. You can see by now that I am absolutely dripping.

Me: I can’t take it anymore. I need to play. Do you mind?

You: By all means.  I want to see you cum.

I’m pleased. I lean over and reach into my desk drawer and pull out my toy. I see your eyes widen.  I slide it into my mouth. Sucking, and licking, moaning. Imagining it was your. I still have one hand inside of myself. Spreading, showing you how wet she is. I can see the frustration all over your face and I’m loving it. I stop sucking and slide it down my body. I turn on the vibrator and hold it over my clit. I start shivering and I come close to releasing my orgasm but I don’t want to yet. You haven’t told me that I could yet, and I want to imagine the feeling of you inside of me. I see you nod and I slide the vibrator inside of me. I let out a loud moan. I hope my boss in the office next door doesn’t hear me. At this point I don’t even care. I see someone walk past your desk and I almost freeze.  I didn’t realize you weren’t alone.  You seem caught off guard too, but you quickly type to me.

You: It’s ok. Just keep going.

I relax. I begin to slide my purple toy deeper and deeper inside of me.  On hand on my clit, rubbing furiously the other gripping my toy as if there were a chance I’d lose it.  I’m looking at you through my half closed eyes, and I notice you have on your fraternity shirt under your jacket. For some reason that takes my mental fantasy about you even higher and I feel my stomach tighten, and my legs start to shake while a warm feeling travels from my head to my toes and back up again.  I hear you send me a message.

You: Cum.

Such a simple message that carries so much weight.  I bite my lip as I’m overtaken in sexual ecstasy. I cum so hard my body begins to convulse from me trying to control it. I’m sweating and I can hardly breathe. I see you on the other side of the screen, eyes, glossed over, your own orgasm out of reach. I smile. I pull out my toy and show it to you. You can tell that my orgasm was real and I know that you are pleased. I wink at you and end the video chat.

Maybe a visit is in order.

Batman – The Session


A woman was at The Compound dancing the night away! The bass was booming and the drinks where flowing. She was with her friends making her rounds throughout the club. Suddenly the DJ plays the slow jams and all of a sudden she gets a text message from her BED BEAST!!! She had other text messages come in but for some reason she caught this one as soon at it was recieved. It said “The skate session just got done and im going to be waiting for you so YOUR session can begin”. She was grinding against this dude and all she could think about was coming home to him. The rush went through her body and she started to let her juices flow…btw he has a key and he knew to make sure he had inscent burning with some music playing, oh and tea lights.

Its 4am and she walks through the door to come home with tea lights, with Jill Scott’s Crown Royal on Ice playing in the back ground. He was no where to be found. She calls his name and he comes from the hall with her favoite pair of boxer briefs on… she likes how it holds his tool. She can see that look in his eyes and can sense his lustful rage.Their bodies press against each other and beating hearts become one. When their lips meet the adrenaline rushes through her body from head to toe. Her fire is of lust like a forest fire it can only get stronger. He takes his rough hands from a hard day of labor and working out at the gym, and begins to stroke the small of her back. He knows just what to do to send her into extacy, the different strokes, up and down, and round and round. The kissing gets deeper and deeper as both hands wonder and touch to bring the beast out of them both.

A gentle nibble of her nipple makes her giggle then down to her clit for just a tease. As she is standing with her knees shaking in optimum arrousal he recognizes she has on his favorite pair of nike dunks that drives him wild. They are the ones he picked out for her while out at a world renouned shoe boutique. As he breaths in her scent of her natural juices she strokes his rock hard dick and rubs it against her pussy. He then puts her down on the couch with such control it adds to her arrousal. He has her legs spread in full mitionary. Teasing her with the head of his dick making her beg to put in every inch. Because he wants her to feel the fullness of the beast he slowly plunges into her pussy making sure she feels every inch inside of her. As she lets go of little moans as he slowly backs out her creaming pussy dripping all over the place.

By this time the pace has picked up and she has now gotten her first orgasm. With his swag exuding, he has her in the palm of his beastly hand, he turns her over into a standing doggystyle and at this point the teasing is over with and he is steady with his thick juicy dick entering her gushy pussy. She arches her back as he thrust with his hands at her waist making her ass jiggle from his pelvis hitting it. She looks back at him bitting her lip and telling him she is about to cum all over his dick. She asks him for anal but he says no and demands that she continue to squeez his dick with her pussy. After that he then put her in this position he never tried called the spider.

As she follows his lead she can’t help but to spring into position to take more of the BED BEAST. She loves the new position and is now giving it to him. She is now going to make him cum. She loves to feel his dick throb when he cums. Of course at this point he is trying to keep his sexy face because he trying to keep going but her grip is to good and she is now begging for him to cum. He starts to cum and they wrap their arms around each other she cums while he is still cumming. A finishing kiss is given to let  each other know that they are satisfied. Laying there they both fall into a cat nap because they have given each other all the sexual energy they had. They wake up and go back to sleep in a more comfortble position. She wispers to him she wants more when they wake up again!

Dr. Hardeep Woodcock: Hey Friend this is Fantasy; Fantasy please meet Friend………….

“I’ve always considered myself to be a sexually liberated man; however, this is one of he wildest evenings I’ve ever experienced,” I thought to myself.I was sitting at the bar talking to this petite cute woman whom I’d met by chance encounter that evening. We hit it off immediately as we discussed a myriad of topics including our sons, work, life, great drinks, etc.  She had short natural hair, almond shaped dark brown eyes, and flawless flowing caramel skin.  I watched her pretty lips and mouth as we laughed and exchanged meaningless bar banter and rhetoric.  She was modestly dressed in jeans, sneakers, and a polo shirt so I couldn’t get a good look at her figure.

As the evening progressed I noticed her eyes glancing at the same hot women entering and exiting the bar that I was.  After copious amounts of alcohol I was comfortable enough to blurt out the thoughts that had been running through my mind through out the night.  “Sasha, I know you mentioned that you had a son; however, I’ve noticed you eyeballing these sexy ladies all night.  Do you see something you like?”  I asked with a devilish smirk; with my eyebrows raised in anticipation of her reply.  She looked at me eye to eye very coyly as if to be reading my intentions.  With a short moment of hesitation she replied adamantly; “Absolutely not!”  Damn I thought to myself with disappointment.  I have to admit I was feeling a tad bit horny so the thought of discussing some hot lesbian sex with my new bar mate was on my mind.  As my face changed to display disappointment Sasha blurted out; “My Tyra at home has the sweetest tasting pussy and I haven’t seen a chick in here that can hold a candle to her.  I’m just waiting to get home so I can lose myself in her chocolate treasure chest.”

Now I don’t shock easily but Sasha made my jaw drop.  “Thank you GOD.”  I thought to my drunken self.  She smirked as she knew that I was not expecting that response.  “I wondered when you would ask.”  She briefly told me of how she had dated men before obviously but was always interested in the soft legs of a woman.  She had a northern swagger and energy with a sweet mellow voice.  She went on to describe how she had, had her first threesome with her ex-boyfriend and filled in more details of how she had progressed in her lesbianism to the sexy woman in her life now.  I have to admit although she wasn’t interested in my meat package he was certainly throbbing with anticipation just listening to her talk about pussy, tits, legs, eyes, licking, and tongues.  Her voice coupled with the drinks was sensory over-load for me.

What about you; she asked.  “Do you have a lady?”  I’m not committed right now but I do have a lady in my life.  We’re just taking it slow right now.  Of course I always talk too much and it was nothing for me to go into great detail describing Karmyn.  She’s about 5’0”, petite sexy body, erotic tattoos sporadically or should I say strategically placed about her body, nice 34C tits, nice round ass and shapely hips, intoxicating eyes and soft lips that work wonders on my dick.  “I’m sorry was that too much information?”  I laughed.  Sasha laughed and responded of course not.  In fact I’ve been wanting to watch a woman give a man some sexy head; interesting that you say that because I’ve been wanting to see a woman give a WOMAN some sexy head.

“Bartender, two more shots please.”

I had no idea where this was headed but this was a train ride that I was not about to disembark from.  Sasha’s phone rang.  “Hey baby, are you outside?  Cum inside for a minute I have someone I want you to meet.”  Apparently her lady friend had come to pick her up and was willing to stop in for a moment.  The door opened and a shapely chocolate woman strutted through the door and walked up to Sasha.  She had shoulder length jet black hair, thick legs, and radiant deep chocolate skin.

“Baby this is Javier; Javier this is my baby Tyra.”  We exchanged greetings and after a little resistance Tyra agreed to have a glass of wine.  We laughed and shared a few erotic pleasantries as Sasha filled her in on the night’s discussions.  As the evening progressed I noticed that Tyra was becoming increasingly flirtatious.  Tyra had put a little earthly herb in the air before her arrival so the combination of that and the wine was making her extremely relaxed; or I as I was to read horny.  As she sat on her bar stool with her short skirt on I noticed her dark chocolate thighs slyly parting to expose her upper thigh and panty covered pussy to Sasha.  I tried to be the perfect gentleman and not look but Tyra was turning me on and I would conclude that this was not by happenstance.

“Baby I’m ready to go home; it’s my turn to taste your pussy.” Tyra exclaimed.  By now Sasha’s hand was halfway up Tyra’s thigh and my dick was definitely searching for an exit visa from my jeans.  Damn I’m jealous, I thought to myself.

Mistakenly the bartender had put all of the drinks on the same tab.  Sasha paid her portion and then slid the check over to me.  As they left the restaurant Tyra gave me a wink and said; “See you soon.”  She grabbed Sasha’s hand and walked out the door.  I opened the check cover and looked, the bill was all paid and there was a note inside written in red ink:

“You are cordially invited to cum watch us fuck.  We find you very sexy and would love to put on a show for you.  One condition though, we want to watch your girl suck your dick and watch you fuck her as well.  The tab is paid; get your sexy ass off that bar stool go get your girl and give us a call at (202) 777-9311 for directions and further instructions.  This offer is only valid if you contact us within the next 30 minutes.”

The next few minutes were a complete blur as I probably ran every light headed to Karmyn’s apartment.  It took me about 10 minutes to get there.  I only had 20 minutes to summarize the events of the evening and get her prepared for the rollercoaster ride I wanted to take her on.   Now Karmyn is very open sexually.  In fact I’ve been trying to get her to taste some pussy for a few months now.  I knocked on the door; she opened and I brushed right past her without greeting her and immediately started talking.  “Baby throw on something seductive and hurry.  I’ve met a couple they want to watch us fuck and we’re going to watch them fuck.”  Don’t ask any questions just hurry baby.  After a few minutes like clockwork Karmyn came from the room with a white tank top on revealing her thick eraser sized nipples poking through; no bra and a sexy mini skirt barely covering her ass and hips.  You have to love a down chick; classy meets slutty if you will that is always ready to engage in an erotic sexcapade.

I frantically pulled the note from my pocket and dialed the number.  The phone seemed to ring forever.  “Hello Javier we’ve been expecting you;” a sultry voice whispered on the other end.  I thought to myself how did she know it was me.  It didn’t matter.  I asked in a very monotone voice for instructions as I didn’t want Karmyn to be clued in to our co-voyeur couple’s gender.  I watched her read the note searching for clues to the other party’s identity but she never asked questions as instructed.

After a silent 15 minute ride we pulled up to the address that Sasha had given me over the phone.  As we approached the door I gave Karmyn that we’re about to power fuck look.  She obliged with her I’m ready for you baby look.  The door opened and Tyra and Sasha both greeted us.  Tyra was wearing a tank top and a pair of fitting boy shorts.  Sasha was wearing a naughty nippleless, crotchless bra and thong set; contrasting styles but both extremely sexy.  The look on Karmyn’s face was priceless but damn she is such a great sport she didn’t show any discomfort at all.

As we entered I watched Tyra’s thick chocolate ass disappear around the corner for a second and return with some drinks.  Karmyn knocked back two shots and started sipping on some wine.

We were all sitting on the couch watching the hottest lesbian porn film I’ve ever seen in high def.  The erotic moans, slapping, kissing, and slurping sounds pumping through the surround sound was turning me on.  I asked to be excused to go to the restroom.   I returned to a wonderful sight.  Tyra was on all fours on the couch crouched over Sasha kissing her very slowly and passionately.  Their tongues doing a tango with precision as Karmyn looked on.  I noticed that Karmyn’s nipples were really hard and her legs were slightly spread apart to expose her sexy panties; she was definitely enjoying the show.  I noticed a slow stream of clear pussy juice cummin’ from Tyra’s pussy as she was kissing her lover.  Tyra’s hands began to tentatively explore Sasha’s body invading every inch.  She slid her hands inside Sasha’s boy shorts which were showing a nice wet spot from her pussy.  Sasha seemed to humbly submit herself to Tyra’s will as she sighed in ecstasy.

Karmyn and I were not nervous but we were enjoying the show so much that we just sat silently.  My dick was rock solid and I’m sure that Karmyn was sitting on some throbbing wet pussy.  Tyra continued teasing Sasha’s body.  “Oh yes baby I’m ready for your mouth on my pussy.”  Sasha stood on the couch and removed her pussy covers.  Tyra crawled on all fours right in between Sasha’s legs and began to slowly sexplore her awaiting clit and pussy with her lips and tongue.  Sasha looked at me and said “don’t be shy.”

I pulled off my pants and boxers to expose my thick throbbing dick which was glistening with sticky clear pre-cum already.  Karmyn like the sexy bitch I knew she would be followed suit.  I stood beside Tyra on the sofa and Karmyn too, crawled right up and let her moist thick lips meet the tip of my dick.  She slowly licked the head of my dick and caressed my swollen balls in her hand; her other hand was already exposing and playing with her thick nipples.  She continued to take my manhood deep in her mouth and slid a finger inside her pussy.  She let out a soft moan and then put my dick right back in her mouth.

What a fucking fantasy?  I was looking down at Tyra sucking Sasha’s pussy and at the same time looking down at Karmyn sucking my dick.  I noticed Sasha’s eyes begin to close and her soft moans became increasingly louder as Tyra feverishly licked her pretty erect pink clit and caramel pussy.  Tyra’s mouth and fingers were very wet with Tyra’s essence by now.  Her head back and her back arched I noticed that Sasha was about to explode.   She clinched my wrist as her legs began to shake.  “Damn baby I’m cummin’ all in your mouth.”

Talk about aromatherapy, the scent of three wet pussies around me was driving me insane.  Karmyn noticed my muscles beginning to tense as she was working my dick with her mouth.  Karmyn’s legs were starting to quiver as she too gets off on sucking my dick.  I watched as my dick slowly disappeared and reappeared in her mouth and I knew soon I would be reaching the ultimate climax.  Eyes starring without blinking, muscles tight, here’s that familiar scent in my nostrils; “Damn bitch I’m cummin’; she loves when I talk dirty to her.”  I felt my dick pumping out a large volume of cum as Karmyn continued to work my dick swallowing every drop.  When I opened my eyes Tyra was removing Karmyn’s skirt and thongs; there was a nice string of clear pussy juice attached to her thongs and pussy.  I grabbed Karmyn’s sexy body and wrestled her to the couch.  Her puffy pussy was swollen and ready for me to ravish.

I teased her pussy and clit with the head of my thick dick as her body stood at attention waiting for me to penetrate her pleasure palace.  I pinned her arms down and spread her legs across continents.  Without warning I forced my dick inside her just past the opening of her pussy.  Her pussy muscles began to constrict and squeeze around my dick; short slow strokes and then sporadically forcing my dick deep inside of her.  Just beside us on the couch Sasha was now tending to Tyra’s pussy.  I noticed Karmyn watching them too while I was giving her body the dicking she enjoyed so much.    “Shit baby, what are you doing to me” Karmyn exclaimed.  Her pussy was getting wetter with each stroke.    Her breathing pattern began to increase with the rhythm of my strokes.  The combination of me pounding her G-Spot and the visual of the ladies fucking right beside us was driving Karmyn insane.  You could hear the audible sounds of her pussy as my balls slapped against her asshole; wet from her pussy.

I lost count of Karmyn’s orgasms as I plundered and pillaged her no no place like a Zulu warrior.  By now Sasha and Tyra both had cum multiple times as well.  I turned Karmyn over and positioned her on all fours with a perfect slope in her back.  Spread her sexy ass cheeks apart; mounted and began to fuck her from behind.  Her phat pussy lips were grabbing and massaging my dick with each stroke.  Without warning I pulled out and shot a huge load of cum all the way up her back.  My legs were weak; I felt my body go numb with pleasure.

We all eventually collapsed and laid there with the scent of marvelous sex in the air.  We all drank a little more joy juice, dressed and prepared for departure.  As Karmyn and I were preparing to leave she turned to the ladies and said: “It was good seeing you again Tyra and you as well Sasha.  I’ll call you tomorrow girl!”  Karmyn winked at me and switched off to the car……..

reign: Fuck the storyline…


This man has me captivated with every word, every post… and even finds ways to piss me off. In my mind his name is Sean Burman, a delicious vision of a man who enthralls my mind every morning.


In my Vicki’s secret I’ve drifted off to sleep with visions of this beast of a man, strong physique, and a dick willing to fulfill all my needs. Slowly he pens me against the wall nibbling on my ear as his hands roam my chocolate flesh. I began to massage my clit lost in his touch and the vision of our bodies soon to be intertwined. Sean’s sensuous lips kiss the back of my neck ever so gently as he moves to my lips tasting my tongue on his. We lock in a passionate kiss that seems to last forever, filling each other with lust making my pussy purr even more.
He took my breasts in the palm of his hands and played with my nipples in his fingertips. Rubbing my nipples harder and harder I could fill his hard dick up against my leg patiently waiting for its chance to enter my private domain. In an instant my right breast is engulfed in his mouth as he nibbles on my nipple, using his free hand to find the cherry between my thighs.
“O baby, are you ready for me?” He asks and I nod my head in response giving a slight moan as two of his fingers enter me, exploring my pussy with compassion I’ve never felt. In a trance, I let this impeccable man seductively remove my boyshorts. He lowered himself to his knees and began to lick and suck my anxiously waiting pussy. He partook of my pussy like I was his only meal. Living to eat only me.


I began to moan uncontrollably as his tongue went in and out of my pussy, biting relentlessly on my clit, fucking me with his tongue as if it was his dicks twin. At the peak of my third climax, he immediately lifted me up with my legs wrapped over both arms and in one motion his dick entered my pussy. I clenched and released my breath taking in the mass completely filling my passion. With my back still pressed against the wall he fucked the daylights out of me. My juices dripped down his leg with every pump of his dick deeper and deeper into me. While carrying me, Sean began to move over to the kitchen table and laid me on my back. He lifted my legs over his shoulders and steadied my ass in both hands. His long thick tongue began devouring me again, pleasure so immense I couldn’t keep still.

“Baby it’s your turn,” I said in a desperate attempt to regain my composure. I forcefully pushed him down in the nearest chair and immediately took in his entire dick into my mouth. “Oh damn! Shit!” He said as I hungrily licked the head of his penis, letting my tongue explore the slit of his head and licked down the shaft. I took both balls into my mouth and rolled them around my mouth with my tongue. Nuts in hand, I kissed the base of his dick. I sucked him like he was my king for the next thirty minutes. He came once in my mouth tasting oh so delicious, feeling the hot cum shoot down my throat.

I continued to suck like he had never been sucked before, teaching him how to come two times more, one after the other. I was overanxious to get Sean back inside of me again. I began to lead him from the dining room to the bedroom but got mentally sidetrack on the stairs. Right there on the stairs I knelt down on the stairs with him still behind and told him to, “Fuck me.”
There on the staircase he steadied himself a few steps down and leaned into my ass entering me with all of his glory. Fuck me gloriously he did, and shot cum all over my ass and back. I reached around grabbing up some of the cum with his finger and placed it in my mouth. Somehow he still seemed surprised by my boldness as I sucked the cum off his finger. Without hesitation, he scooped me up and carried me to the bedroom.

Sean plopped me on the bed and we began to toss around wildly, kissing passionately as our hands roamed each other’s bodies. I rolled him onto his back and straddled myself on top of him as his dick slid into my wet pussy. I rode him swiftly, squeezing my pussy muscles with each stride. Groaning and moaning erupted as my fingernails dug into his chest.  In the excitement, he grabbed a handful of my hair as it draped down the side of my face, pulling my head back ward.

“Aww shit,” I called out, “you think you know what I like, don’t you?” “You know I do, and I want to know more,” he responded as he pushed me off and put me on my back. With my legs raised into the air resting on his left shoulder, he fucked me deeper and deeper. “More baby more,” I requested as I grabbed his ass pulling him deeper inside of me. He gave me exactly what I wanted, how I wanted it. Still on my back, he moved both of my legs to my left side resting them on the bed as he kept up his powerful stroke. In no time I started to cum, moistening the sheets underneath us.

“I’m not done with you yet,” Sean exclaimed as he put me on my knees and got back behind me. He began to fuck me from behind, holding my head up by grabbing my hair. Oh how I love that shit! Then unexpectedly, as Sean kept thrusting deeper into me, I felt him enter a finger into my asshole. “What the hell, baby?” I asked. “Shhh… you’ll like it, trust me,” Sean said reassuring me. With that he entered another finger, and then a third finger into my ass. Surprising I didn’t trip and became even more turned on Sean slipped his dick out of my pussy and I could feel his huge dick caressing up and down my ass, until he suddenly entered my ass and wore it out. With my teeth biting down on the sheets, we both came together, his cum dripping out my ass and down my leg.

We rested for a few minutes, his head resting on my chest, his hand caressing my clit. “How are you feeling?” He asked. “Umm, I think I’m ready for round two,” I responded. With the biggest grin Sean rose up and sat me on top of the bedside dresser and entered me with force. He fucked me harder than before. We continued to fuck in the bathroom, in the shower, on the balcony, and in the… “Damn!” I yelled as my alarm clock blasted me awake, frantically reaching for the snooze. “Where the… What the hell,” I said as I tried to gain consciousness, obviously realizing that I was back home, alone, nice and cozy in my bed. It was 8am and I was late for work. Trying to come the realization that it was all a dream, I grabbed my titty in a late ditch effort and reached down to touch my pussy. Wet panties. “Damn good dream,” I thought to myself as I continued to masturbate reliving my dream and sexual fantasies come true of my blog crush.

SBM

I think to myself “she looks a lot better in person” as I walk over to the table where she is already sitting.

She see’s me as I walk up and gets up to greet me.  A church hug … *sigh* … maybe this will just be another boring business trip.  Ahh well … its always good to meet another blogger in person when I’m out on business.

“How was your flight” she asks.
“It was ok.  Took a little longer than I expected, but I’ve never flown to Indiana before.”
“How you liking out city so far?”
“Well meeting up with you is the first interesting thing I’ve done here.  Thanks again for meeting up with me.  I don’t even remotely know anyone out here and figured it would be good to finally meet you in person.  You know I’ve been a fan for a minute.”
“You almost never comment.” She says looking at me with that “your full of bs” look she does all too well.
“Is lurking illegal nowadays?” I laugh.  “Besides … your possibly the only person I’ve featured twice on my site. Doesn’t that mean anything?”
“Ok … I’ll give you that”

I lean back and attempt to call the waitress.  As she walks over I get a chance to really take in my dinner date.  She talks about her dreads a lot … but they really are something to see in person.  I’ve always loved natural hair … and she makes dreads look so damn sexy.

We sit for the next two hours and just talk.  All kinds of things like her crazy ex, mine, her kids, my fear of having kids now … etc.  At some point we turn to sex.  She is into some kinky things … and while I am adventurous … it appears I am out of my league.

“It appears I have met my match” I admit in defeat.
“Not yet … lets get out of here”
With a puzzled look on my face … but no hesitations … “OK. CHECK!”

We go back to my hotel.

We go to my room.

I order champagne to be sent up to the room.  We don’t hear the door … the guy leaves it outside the room.

WIthin 6 minutes of entering the room we are at each other.  I’m still a little shocked by the course of events … but I have secretly pinned for this woman since she first made an appearance … so I couldn’t be happier.  Since I am not one to kiss and tell … I’ll recant that night as a series of flashes.

Dreads pulled tight as screams echo down the hall.

Both of us feared for our lives as we test the strength of the balcony railing.

We manage to break the shower rod in the bathroom when my foot gives out and we both grab for something.

My back still has the marks from where she grabbed hold of me like she was clinging to dear life.

The neighbors know my name … *sigh* … and hers … and I used to be such a tight lipped lover.

My tongue was numb … and then sore … and then … well after a 30 minute break it was back to OK.

My right butt cheek was red … and hurting.  Why would anyone carry that in their purse.

After it was all said and done … we woke up next to each other.  I … still in a slight state of shock … her … snoring.  I lean over and kiss her shoulder.

“Huh … oh … what time is it” she asks.
“8am … you want me to order up some breakfast?”
“Naw … I gotta go” she states.
“I mean … you wanna chill a lil.  What else does this city have to offer?” I inquire
“There is a lot to do … but I gotta go.  I had fun … but I’m not gonna get all emotional with you.  You live far away … I was highly impressed … but we’re not dating.  Hit me up later tonight.” She says as she puts on her last article of clothing.
I sit on the edge of the bed … dumbfounded … still smelling her on my lips.
“Bye sweetie” she says as she kisses me.

Man … I tell ya … my life.

And please believe she is getting called back tonight!

jac427

There must be something about the damned rain in this town that turns me on…cause I’m always dripping whenever you come around.  See, the problem is you enter my being, wreck my mind, turn me upside down and take me back to a time when everything was plain and simple.

And what I’d like to do for you is take this wetness and sink down onto you…easing the pain of your days…cause well maybe you were in a hurry to grow up and do the damned thing but I’d like to take my time with this slow grind

Or maybe, just maybe I’d like to re-create that Usher song and go for loving in a New York club…on a warm summer night where what we mixed drips down my leg as we stumble back to your place…to do it again?

I’ll let you…drizzle me in red stripe and drink from my overflowing cups…if you let me dip you in chocolate…and lick your sweetness…oh please, please can’t I visit you my weakness?

***fanning my flushed face*** now good readers, i know that it’s hard to focus on anything right now other then getting it on and poppin with a certain someone that peaks your interest but our bizness here isn’t finished… some of these stories were written about certain bloggers in our blogosphere… please take a guess… AND…

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xoxo

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They both have my complete attention right now. 

Oh….

And they are both two really awesome things on CNN. 

So today as usual, I’m doing my daily round of the blogs. I hit up HuffPo, and a few others and then I end my round at CNN. During the election cycle, CNN was my main news source and I would dabble in a few others. It’s not that CNN is the absolute best, as they proclaim, it was all because of this guy:

 

Right. Like I cared about "The Issues"

Right. Like I cared about "The Issues"

 Anderson Cooper is a couple of things. Lighter than me and most likely, Gay. To be honest, I’m willing to look past all of that. He’s freakin’ sexy. 

Anyways, I’m on CNN today and I notice there’s yet another story about the Pirates. I have to say that I’ve seen these stories floating around these past few weeks and I have kinda overlooked them. I just couldn’t believe that these guys actually existed! I didn’t want to get all pulled into the story only to find out it was just a big promotion for next year’s National Talk Like A Pirate Day. This year’s celebration was kind of a bust. I forgot my eye patch at home and couldn’t find my Pirate Translation Guide. But lo! This is really happening! For those who aren’t up on what’s going on in the Pirate world I’ll tell it like this:

Basically there are these groups of Somalian Pirates of the coast of The Horn of Africa and the Gulf of Aden. They are a poor sad bunch who got their experience working on other ships. But pretty much, they got crazy ass weapons and are attacking ships left and right. You got something they want? Prepare to taste the ass of an AK-47 (as opposed to when Shaq asked Kobe to taste HIS ass. That’s just rude) NATO’s involved and all sorts of ass-kicking is taking place. Crazy right? 

When you really get into it it’s not all that exciting. But I’ll tell you what… if it weren’t for the Pirates I wouldn’t have remembered the other reason CNN is home to all my erotic fantasies. This guy:

 

I'd love to enter the no-spin zone with him

I'd love to enter the "No Spin Zone" with him..

 T.J. MotherF’n Holmes. *takes a moment*….

I would dive butt naked into the roughest seas and take on the most vicious of all Pirates just to have a moment with this most amazing piece of human being ever. I know. I know. You’re saying I’m taking this too far. Fall back. I can take it ever further. But this site is kid-friendly and I don’t want his handlers to put a restraining order out against me. He does live in Atlanta. I’d heard about this Holmes guy before, but since he anchors on the weekends, I tend to miss him. To think I had been wasting all my sexual energy on Anderson Cooper really pisses me off. I’d catch little snippets of him every now and then but this morning i caught a six-minute really candid interview of him and my obsession went from 0-60 in about 10 minutes. He is now my friend on Facebook and I find myself comparing his picture with mine to figure out what our children would look like. I assume they’d have his eyes and my mischievous smile. His height and my petite frame. I bet Christmases with his family would be just divine. We can do Thanksgiving in Florida with mine. 

This all sounds crazy right? But I bet Michelle thought the same thing about Barack Obama back in the day. And someone said “girl don’t be crazy!” But she went after her man! Now look where she is! 

Not the same thing? 

 

Whatever. God Bless CNN and the Pirates that made me spend too much time on CNN. 

 

JG*