*The Lover Within A Friend (Erotic Story)*

*The Lover Within A Friend*
I remember when I met her back in high school, she was a freshman and I was a senior. She approached me out the blue. That was the time I was growing into manhood and my physical features started to resemble that of a man and begun to shed the remains of the boy I once was. First thing I noticed about her is how short she was, she only came up to my waist and I was over 6 feet by the time I was at the age of 18. The next thing I noticed was how incredibly beautiful she was compared to the typical girl her age. She was the most beautiful creation I had laid my eyes upon in my young life.

She asked me for my number and I was thinking there is no way a girl as beautiful as her was interested in me. She called me a couple of days later. We have been cool ever since. We use to ride the bus home together and she use to lay her head on my chest to hear my heartbeat. Until this day I can still feel her breathing. Dudes use to hate on me hard, talking about she use to be have a lot of boyfriends. But I noticed most of the dudes that said that were unattractive and lonely. And I can tell that they wanted her for themselves. We did try going out in high school, but she was crazy as hell but she was still a great person.

I could remember that Musiq Soulchild just dropped and that song “Half Crazy” was burning up the airwaves. I could remember singing along with him saying, “Damn I want my friend back.” I was just trying to figure out why she was so mad and angry all the time. I was never disrespectful her though, I just figured she wasn’t use to being with a gentleman such as myself. Back in those days I was a late bloomer, sex thoughts rarely penetrated my mind. But she began to open my mind to a new world.

Her world…

The more I grew to know her over the years I begin to comprehend why she was the way she was. I learned this woman inside and out. I even met her moms and grandmother and both of them loved me to death. I remember her telling me that her moms told her that she should be with me. She even met my moms and my niece simply adored her. My girlfriends were often jealous of her because I never stopped helping her and I never left her behind. If she needed some money I gave it willingly and never asked for it back in return.

Most of my exes couldn’t handle the fact that I had a female friend. I guess it is apart of females being territorial. The fewer women that were around their man, the lesser the chances their man would fuck around. But I wasn’t like that I believe if someone wants to cheat, they will. And not to mention that J was drop dead gorgeous, she always told me stories about how dudes use to try to talk to her. And I couldn’t really blame them at all. But I never once cheated on them; all I did is talk about them to J (Jameelah) just as much as she talked about her boyfriends to me. It wasn’t like that though; I loved all my exes with all my heart. But once someone has their mind made up, you can’t tell them shit. So most of my relationships ended abruptly and turned out to be for the better.

Insecurity is a major turn-off in my eyes; I wouldn’t dare push Jameelah to the side like the other people in her past did. She talked to me about everything, even the lovers she had. I even taught her how to touch her and afflict pleasure upon herself. She even told me how she never had an orgasm. I couldn’t help to think how it would be to make love to her. And there was no doubt in my mind that I could give her an orgasm and more. I wanted to be the best she ever had in general. But I was too timid to walk that thin line and destroyed what we had built. We fondled around with the thought of us crossing that line again but it never transpired. Jameelah had gotten her heart broken on more than a few occasions and I was always there to embrace her with some comfort.

She even did the same for me when I got my heartbroken by the one person I trusted the longest. Charmaine. I and Charmaine were like fam, and we had known each other for years. I met her before I even met J.
But things turned for the worst one night that J was going through something and I accidentally by mistake sent a message to Charmaine saying, “I love you Jameelah.” Charmaine lost her mind and thought I was cheating on her and I explained over and over again. That I love her but it was only as a friend. Just never really got the picture nor instead where I was coming from. But in the end I found out that she had been growing closer to someone else. And she was just looking for a reason to push me away so she could be with him.

J was there to help me though my rough spell and soon after that I returned the favor when one of her relationships turned for the worst. She even promised me a chance to win her heart. But things eventually turned for the worst when she started going out with Gibril. I felt overlooked and I was very protective of her because of the things she when though in the past. Not to mention I felt like that she was all that I had. Soon after that, came the worst argument me and her even had, in which the both of us said the most hurtful things that would could ever say to one other.

I just knew this was the end of us and nothing could restore our friendship.

I was just trying to get her to see, that no man created could ever love her the way I did.

We didn’t talk for about two years after that argument happened. It simply broke my heart when my niece use to ask where J was and I didn’t know what to say. She called me after the blue a few times and I didn’t until about six months later. We only talked on and off for awhile.

I sent her a message on IM to her know that she had my blessings in her relationship. That was in February 2009 and we have been greater friends then we have ever been. I was often wondering if she was feeling me. I got confirmation when one day she asked me if we both were single by the time we were 30 could we both get married and I told her yes. But what she didn’t know is that I wanted her now.

I agreed to meet up with her one day and she mouth dropped when she saw me. I was freshly faded because I had left the barbershop before meeting up with her. I had on blue jeans with my all gray Jordan’s with my blue Josh Howard jersey. With a wifebeater underneath to show how cut and physically fit I was. I was looking very professional in my casual attire. And still having traces on my skin of my early afternoon shower. With a little bit of cocoa butter residue on my skin.

The first thing she said was hey Christian, you look so different and you have muscles now. She gave me a hug and I felt everything inside of her shiver. She was a little bit timid around me and this was the first time ever I seen her like this. I had been working out to get myself in shape and to keep my sex drive intensified. And it had been paying off. I was glad I had managed to squeeze a good workout in right before I saw her. She was damn fine had a white wifebeater on herself. With some gray Aeropostale fleece solid legging pants. And that ass she was carrying around made it hard for me to keep my hands to myself. The curves on her body had been perfected and I noticed her couldn’t take her eyes off of me.

She had just got her hair done and all I was thinking about is how bad I wanted to mess it up. She had the look of desire in her eyes and I just to be subtle about all the adrenaline that was rushing through me, I badly wanted to grab her and pulled her close and kiss her for lifetimes but I resisted because of the situation that she was in. I just knew her man didn’t have anything idea to please her like I was capable of.

She had to go because she had a prior engagement. She was going to try to see if she could get her nails down before the day was over. She when out of her way to see me and that made me feel good. She gave me another hug as she departed.

I let her go and all I could think about is how bad I wanted her and she wanted me. I could feel it.

About a week later, J called me as I was working out the door going to this baby shower that I was looking for some way I could get out of. And I just found my excuse, hell I didn’t have a gift anyway. I called all my colleagues and told them that I wasn’t going to be able to attend the baby shower. A family emergency just occurred and I had to pick up my niece.

I arrived to her place this was the first time I had ever been there and the directions she gave me were perfect. I walked up to her apartment and knocked on the day and there she was with tears covering her face. I reached to wipe them away just before she gave me a hug and told me that she was glad that I could make it

.She told me that Gibril had found out that she had seen me and he wasn’t happy about that. And their relationship had been turbulent for a long time now. I apologized and told her that I never meant to be a problem in her relationship. She said, “don’t apologize I don’t regret seeing you because you made my day.” I was thinking if Gibril meant so much to her why would she jeopardize her relationship just to see me?

And she just went on saying that she feels like she is with the wrong person and she felt like she wasted years being with him. “I always knew who I should have been with but I was too damn scared to do anything about it,” she said. I felt this room heat up and I was tempted to touch her. Right when that thought entered my mind her phone rung and it was Gibril. I could him with all the hostility in his voice. And then J said you are on your way home Gibril and I motioned to her that I was about to leave. I didn’t want or need any of the drama.

So I left and I am not going to lie I was disappointed. When I was five minutes down the road J called me and said thanks for coming over and I felt so much better since I saw you. We talked until another five minutes passed and I could hear the calmness in her voice returning.

She told me to hold on because someone was at her door and I could even hear the knock though the phone. I heard the door open and she said did you forget.

She must have thought it was Gibril, but I wasn’t no muthafucking Gibril. I was Christian, shocked overwhelmed her eyes, when she saw it was me. I picked her up and kiss the shit out of her grabbing her ass. Racing my fingers down her beautiful ass crack until I reached the gaping hole of her pussy.


As her legs instantly begun to wrap around me, I closed her door. I swung her around and planted her upward on the back of the door. So aggressively. She was in her robe from the shower she took early. I placed my hands under her robe, nibbling on her breasts and place my hands where they were destined to be. My fingers measured how deep and wet she was.

I opened her robe while I was still holding her up and I slid down to taste her. As my tongue fucked the shit out of her pussy and her sweet juices satisfied this quenching that I felt for her since day one. Penetrated my taste buds until I could feel the temperature of her season.

She stuttered as she said Donnnnn’t Sttooppp Eattiiing My Pussy, C-H-R-I-S-T-I-A-N. She gripped the doorknob to keep herself elevated on my stiff tongue. Anointing my head with her force as she worked her hips in a downward cyclonic motion on me. As I eat my way to her heart, with my lips smacking on all her sides all at once. My tongue pondered on her desire until I could taste how anxious she was.

I let my tongue dance in a sensual matter in between her walls until she made love to my face. I French kissed her insides until she was rewarded with inconceivable bliss. She screamed for me to suck the entire nut out of her sweet pussy. As I begin to stir my tongue around in a circular motion and I made her wetter. I sucked with all the passion that was inside of me. She trembled perpetually in my mouth.

I picked her back up and flipped her upside down until her face was at the head of my dick. I was so long and hard that it automatically fell into her mouth. She wrapped her tongue around the head of my dick and saluted me with her lips. She swallowed my hardness as much as she could. But it was nearly impossible to accomplish that feat. The way she gagged on me I almost dropped her pretty ass. The shit felt so damn good…

I spread her pussy lips and I felt her heat perspiring on my lips. While I attended to her clit with my kiss, I fingered her for a little bit. Until I said enough of this bullshit. I grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back and fucked her where she stood. My erect head rammed through her gapping and open her up completely. She barely could keep her stance to take this entire good dick that I was giving her. I showed how good pussy should be treated. I was long stroking it with an inch or two left to spare on my emulate shaft. But I was still very deep in her so very much that she was grasping her stomach as I hit it.

I let her go from my clutches and I gave her a great big slap on the ass. I slapped that ass so hard I thought my handprint was going to be left on her pretty ass cheek. I grabbed her by the neck and turned her around and gave her a kiss and let my tongue throb and devour hers. And pulled her head away from mines so I could fuck her some more and give her some more good dick she had been deprived of.

I wasn’t through yet. I turned her back around with my hand on her neck and forced on down on all fours. With one hand on her neck and the other hand on my erection and I re-entered her. Teasing her, taking myself in and out of her very slowly. Taking my dick out for an instance or two to rub it across her humid and teary opening. This shit was driving her crazy. I could tell she was getting close to reaching that orgasm she had never had. I had her face pressed down on the glass coffee table. My lips because some domineering on her spine.

I when into beast mode as I sped up. And she said, “my pussy is about to explode.” The doorknob turned and as Gibril walked in and he got a free demonstration on how to make his woman squirt.
©7.10.2009

R.I.P. Micheal Jackson 1958-2009

I just wanted to take the time to say rest in peace to the late great Micheal Jackson. The pic above is from the 1984 Victory Tour when he came to Dallas. I was probably approaching the age of one. My mother said I was quiet the whole time and I never took my eyes off the stage and I only cried when we had to leave. Mike was the kind of entertainer that you couldn't take your eyes off of him. When I was in elementary I had all of his solo albums even the albums he came out with before I was born. I still remember the words to the most of all of his songs until this day. Before I was a major fan 2Pac, I was a die heart fan of Micheal Jackson. I was often teased in elementary because I was the only one listening to Micheal Jackson while every one was listening to rap but didn't care and continued to listen to him. But at an early age I learned about the quality of good song writing because of him and we as writers, singers, actors, and poets wouldn't be here today if it wasn't for him. People forget to cherish and appreciate how truly talented he was. He had been abused for so long after awhile God steps in and says you will no longer abuse my child. And that is exactly what he did and I am glad that God reigns supreme instead of mankind. Because if it was the other way around we would be in worst shape. Personally I am saddened by his last but I am glad that he is gone so he can rest and people can stop scrutinizing his life. It's funny that how everybody loves you when you are dead and when you were alive they were the same ones spitting and kicking you when you are down. I think he was a great individual who was constantly mistreated and taken advantage of because of his natural giving nature. I have been listening to his music like crazy for the last few days and I even purchased his video collection. I use to have most of this stuff but it mysteriously disappeared but I will build my collection back up soon. I will miss you Micheal but God had bigger plans even for such an huge icon as the King of Pop. You will never be forgetten. Love Ya Forever and A Day....

R.I.P MICHEAL

*When Paper Meets Pen Collab w/ Simple Raw*

Simple Raw
Reunions...
where pen meets paper and
erotically inclined karma sutric poetry
is born...

it's been a long time...
remind me...
deliver remembrances of
what you're penned ecstasy feels like...
slide inside my mind and
drip your ink into the
cracks and fissures of my
sensually stimulated membranes...
lick my thought processes...
leaving me breathless....

^The Beautiful Mind^
Breathing
Breathlessly
In my ear
My passion for you
Is selfless
Fiending for my death stroke
Is a gratifying death wish
The precious charms of your climaxing
Look what I am left with
Giving your center a kiss
And making it feel wealthy
All I hear is
I want you t F--- me
Dissipated your legs farther
So they won’t interrupt
My insertion
I am too deep for anything
To intercept me
Your tightness
Kept me
Purposed
Shivering in the domain
Of your own tremors
Our shadows build their
Own separate world
And became so vane
Got you helpless
Wetness flaunts splendor upon me
And I won’t complain

Simple Raw

Right there...
where metaphoric mists
shower over me...
that's the place I remember being...
that spot where your
beautiful mind
dives deep inside
penetrating
sexually repressed psyche...
exploding in
endless cycles of
torrential orgasms....
crying out for you to
.
.
.
please....
....don't stop....
.
.
.
pen epic pieces of
multiorgasmic poetry
upon the
blank pages left by you....
remind me of what
poetic sutra feels like...

too much time has passed...
make this moment last...

right here...
where pen
meets paper....

*****************************************

Charles:
It is always such a pleasure to work with you... I'm happy to be sharing poetic space with you yet again... x's and o's to you... "Bunny"

*Precious*

This is the first erotic poem I wrote since January. I been sticking to the erotic stories, lets see if I still got it...





*Precious*
I ramble in the corner
Of the thoughts
In my mind
Wanting to anoint you
With this honorable mention
A diligent presence
Upon the trickle
Of my daydream
It’s so hard
To leave you behind
You make footsteps
Through my vision
That is so charming
Hoping you always stay
In arms length
Of my love
You got my contemplation
Bordering sublime
Wanting to prescribe
Your design
With heaven
As I slide
In
Deeply
While it transpires
Throughout your desire
Your tightness
Keeps me
In place
Service the opening
Of your wetness
As I draw a line upon
It with my artistic
And graceful fingers
Your heart flutters
To a beat
I chose to take a listen
Gazing into your eyes
As I finger it
It glimmers on my touch
Place that same finger
I used upon my lips
Your scent
Sustains me
With bliss
And strips
Me
Of my innocence
I assist
Your hand
As you pay homage
To your clit
Hugging you affectionately
Making you feel secure and confined
My destiny shall be defined
Kissing your lips
To outline them
With the anxiousness of mines
Unmerciful and generous lovemaking
You feel so precious
I’m etched in
And meshed in
Your blessing
My hardness is so tense
Applying pressure
With suggestive gestures
Let me treasure
The strands of your hair
Bury my face into it
And let it forever
Be my air
The world around me
Subsides into dissolution
As you become my atmosphere
©6.1.2009

*Scattered Showers*

*Scattered Showers*

Me and Summer was on our way to a wedding. Which I didn’t really want to go to, she practically had to drag me to it. I kept looking at the clock on the dashboard. And I said, “Damn we are late.” Summer said, “We would have been late Devin if you put the toilet seat back down. I know my ass is big but it is not big enough to keep me from falling in the toilet. I had to jump in the shower all over again. Had my ass deep sea swimming in the toilet and had it soggy as hell.” “At least you can’t make an excuse and say you aren’t wet and you aren’t in the mood tonight, I said.” I thought that little comment of mines was funny as hell.

Damn was I speaking out loud?

I glared over at Summer and she had a hostile look all over her face. Guess I was speaking out loud. I am not even gone lie though that shit kinda turned me on. Lord knows when the last time I actually saw what was between her thighs. I don’t know how long it is has been since I saw that pretty pussy of hers.

Devin come help me out the toilet your ass left the fucking toilet seat up. I can still hear her voice in my head. I couldn’t remember the last time both of us came. That used to not be our style. I remember when we first met we made love anytime, anywhere like it was a dying art. Life has been stressing us out and getting the best of us until we were both depleted.

When I snapped back into reality Summer was cussing me out and ripping me a new asshole for that last little joke I made. I wanted to kiss her but I was afraid that she would slap the shit out of me.
I remember how it used to feel to be inside of her. Her pussy was the best I ever had in my life. The way that it felt and how it wrapped all around me, making me warm with each fiber of her essence. I thought about the times I tasted her for hours and she never lost the sweetness of her fragrance. She cummed for what seemed like ages on my lips.

She repeatedly crowned my head with her passionate palm to push my tongue farther inside of her until she melted away into my senses.
I started to have flashes of the first time we made love. We were at the premiere of Monster’s Ball. And the scene just had transpired when Billy Bob Thornton was filling Halle Berry up with his hardness from the back. I was thinking he fucked the shit out of her. The way she grinded on him made them both moan so orgasmically. The way she manipulated her spine to work that pussy on him was priceless. I can feel Summer flinching in the seat next to me. I thought she was getting a little bit uncomfortable. Because at the time she really wasn’t comfortable expressing herself sexually to me.

Couldn’t help but to wonder what it would be like when she would give me that chance to please her.

She whispered in my ear and asked me if we could leave. I didn’t really want to, but out of respect to her I granted her wish. So we walked hand in hand and exited the theater. Because of where we parked we had to walk through this alley to get to the car.

“I am sorry you didn’t enjoy the movie Summer,” I said. “Who said I didn’t enjoy the movie, she said.” As we were about to turn the corner I got a quick glimpse of the path to the car until she pulled me back and begun to kiss me and pushed me calmly as the brick wall. She jumped into my arms and I lifted her dress that was easy access for me to enter her. I clinched her curves with my adoring hands to acknowledge her beauty.

It begun to rain and now I had her against the wall.
Kissing her and touching her in every crevice and she shivered in the rain for my kiss. I pushed her panties to the side until it abandoned her womanhood leaving it exposed. My finger was inside of her, squeezing her breast while my tongue attacked her tongue. We didn’t care who saw us, the raindrops in her face became her teardrops. Our bodies were all upon each other like we were sheltering each other from the rain.

I unbuttoned my pants and pulled my boxers down slightly because I was so eager to please. I removed my finger and replaced it with my hardness. My face was buried in the sweet elegance of hair. Stroke deeply as she lived my shirt to scratched my back. She looked like she was inching farther and farther up the wall from this sensational feeling. She called my name over and over again and it became a heavenly utterance.

Devin, Devin, Devin.

Damn that shit sounded so amazing….

Summer was screaming at the top of her lungs. But this wasn’t a part of my fantasy. Summer nagging had interrupted my fantasy. Devin your ass is not even fucking listening to me. Damn I finally remembered I was in the car with her that fantasy had indulged my mind and I forgot I was driving. I could feel the pre-cum aching angrily from my swelled dick. She was probably too busy to still cussing me out to notice how hard I was.

She went on for another fifteen minutes like this.
I pulled down the window to try to air out the sexual fury I was feeling upon my flesh.

“I don’t know what the fuck I am doing with you sometimes,” Summer said. I immediately pulled the car over to the side of the road and slammed on the brakes. “What the fuck you stopped the car for?” Summer uttered. I got out the car and walked to Summer’s side of the car. And opened her door.

Why you stop the car Devin? What the fuck you are going to do leave me out in the middle of nowhere. Why the fuck you looking at me like that Devin? And then pushed me and I almost flew into oncoming traffic. A car swerved to keep from hitting me. Fear appeared in Summer’s eyes. I don’t know if it was from the fact I almost died or she thought I was going to do something to her.

I moved slowly toward the car and Summer. Calm down Devin, “she said. I grabbed her and pulled her closer to me and the smell of the Motions shampoo filled the air. She had washed her air with it before we left the house. I picked her up and buried my face forever in the roots of her hair. I sat her on the inside of the part of the window that was empty because I had let it down before I got out the car.

I lifted up her black sequin dress, ripping her panties. I could feel her heart tremble though her clothes. I was about to take what I wanted with no questions asked. I could feel that she was getting wet. I am having flashbacks of the first time we made love in that alley and how we made it our love ground. I became inebriated from the way I once made her feel. I had to recapture that moment in time that has became lost to us.

I relinquish my yearning from the confinement of my slacks to stroke her wetness once again. Before I could begin my second stroke it started pouring down raining. "Make love to me like the first time I missed that dick being inside me,” she said. But we were not making love. There was no fourplay, no dick sucking or pussy eating. This was straight fucking. Damn her pussy felt better than it has even felt before.

Cars were steady passing us but it was extremely dark it was no way in hell that could see how devouring each other flesh with pleasure. But who cares if they did, and if they did we could teach them how to fuck. You know that you are in love with someone when you would make fuck to them anywhere in an instance just to satisfy their needs. I was fucking her so hard like I was trying to demolish this car until it was sitting on four flats. Her arms hung onto the outside of the window to hold on and her nails dug and inscribed her tension into the paint of the car.

I went in and out of her making her pussy mines all over again as I ravished through her with endless penetration. I let her feel all of my aggression go and it was driving her completely crazy. She played with her breasts for me while I peeked at her lips and buried every single inch of what I had into her.

I kissed the center of her throat as she let a scream out to let me know she was cumming.

The faces she makes the way her voice elevates a pitch. I came soon after that in a rage of passion. When she cums that shit drives me insane, my mind loses every thought it ever had. I grabbed the shit out of her neck to pull her closer for one last kiss. Our orgasms collided, creating the quaking of senusality.

The rain dwindling on us and washed away the frustrations and tension away until we became the lovers that we once were. We forgot that the world was around us, it became irrelevant.

We never made it to the wedding because we became lost in each other and the future memories that were on our horizon.

*Shower-N-Shave*

*Shower-n-Shave*
My baby was in the mirror shaving his beautiful face watching me as I strolled in the bedroom naked. I turned on the shower and detached the shower head and let it squirt all between my legs. I left the shower curtain open on purpose so he could watch and partake in what I was doing.

I lather my Johnson-n-Johnson shower and shave gel (the one in the blue bottle) in my hands until lather was thick and rich. I spread its all between my legs. My baby made a joke, I got you cumming all over yourself and I ain’t even did shit yet. We both laughed. I took my razor and made long slow stroke until my pussy felt incredibly fresh and brand new. The whole time my baby was watching me in the mirror as he shaved. I don’t know how in the hell he didn’t cut himself from doing that shit. But I guess he was truly the master of multitasking.

I guess he got tired of watching and he took charge.

He kissed my lips as he took the shower head away from me. And changed the level of the shower head to massage and politely took the razor from me. He lathered me up even more, even slipping his finger in a little bit and making me entirely wet all over again.

He took his time and shaved me with precision. I got extremely turned on as I watched him handle me with care. I moaned in submission until he shaved me to perfection. Wetting my blade and cleaning it and lathering my pussy all at the same time. He had me feeling so good. He did a better job than I could ever do to myself. He let the water spray in between my thighs to rinse me clean. I patted my throbbing clit as if I was trying to pat it dry.

I curled my toes as the water trickled against my clit. He told me to turn around cause he needed to get my backside. I said in a sexy tone, “Don’t hurt me daddy.”

As I bent over the side of the tub to elevate and spread my cheeks. He put the shower head to my pussy and my ankles crumbled as he changed the level of the water on the showerhead to a new pressure. The water gyrated against me. The water flowed between my ass cheeks. He was there to catch every drop that fell from my crevices with his eager tongue. He grabbed my neck and forced me to turn my head around to kiss him, as he lathered me even more with the shower gel.

Lathering my pussy and my ass crack in a circular motion until the suds begun to flow from me and dripped from me. He stroked down with the razor on both sides of me until my skin was smooth and bare. All I can say is Ahhh!!! I felt so free in his hands. He devoured my ass cheeks with pleasure from his lips that sent my head spinning. He rotated me around and when down on me but not to taste me but just to sit in face in between my thighs to revel in my scent. I could feel his breathing and it made me quiver anxiously.

He pushed me against the shower wall and lifted my leg and entered me and took me right there. The shower head was raining on me as he drove deeper into me. I was being piled into the shower walls and the sound of my ass hitting the wall resounded through the entire house. The water was fondling the tip of my nipples as it was about to fall and race all the way down to my already wet pussy. I showered him with the water until a million drops draped his chest and I made one large warm puddle. He sped up in between my thighs and I couldn’t help but to drop the showerhead. I kick my leg up to elevate it and to turn on the water to the tub. The water quickly filled up soaking our ankles. His hand manipulated the shape of my breast; I put my hands over his to capture his touch forever. He buried his head in my chest and feasted on my breasts I could feel myself melting in his savage palms. I threw my leg on his shoulder, draped around the back of his neck. He kissed me on the knee making it feeble.

His fingers entrancing my clit I grabbed them and pacified them to my lips. He could feel the moans on his fingertips. He looked to me and stared in my eyes, with his forehead pressed against mines like he was trying to fuck and mesmerize my soul.

The water was almost to our kneecaps, I pushed him down into the water. And kicked my leg over his shoulder to turn off the water. My pussy was inches from his face and he pulled me closer to his face. I pinned my arms up on the foundations of the tub so I could lean upward towards his face. I begin to grind in a slow motion as he gave me the royal treatment with his tongue. It felt so lovely against my smooth crevice I couldn’t help to cringe in his mouth. I wrapped my leg around the back of his head to keep his balance so his face could continue to introduce my center to his mouth. It felt like I made love for an eternity to his pleasurable tongue.

He swallowed my climax repeatedly…

His hardness peeked up through the hot water of the tub. I put my face to it and devoured all of his passion. He convulsed knocking some of the water out of the tub onto the floor. I decided to speed up because I sensed his enjoyment and it turned me on. Fingering myself as I pleased him I decided to feed them to him so he could taste and bask in my bliss.
Stroking him….

As I straddled his lap I rode him grinding backwards my ass smothering his dick, with the water swaying with our sensual motion. We made this bathroom our scenery of love. His upward thrust tormented my g-spot with fulfillment and had me running out the damn tub. His hand palming my ass to keep me steady, he entered from the back. I had one of my hand pivoted on the floor. I told him to go faster as I was feeling myself about to cum. He filled me up with every inch that he had. The way he entered me resonated through the house just like when he had me against the shower tile. Damn I your pussy he said. He smacked my ass hard as hell. My face damn near hit the floor as we climaxed together....

I was bent over the side of the tub with him collapsed on top of me with his lips on my spine.

After we were done, we just laid there soaking in the tub. As I lied on his chest I could hear his heart beat for me. He spent hours holding me and we eventually fell asleep, still inside of me.
© 4.18.2009

*Slander:The Reccessions of Life*

*Slander: The Recessions of Life*
Walking the streets
Of shattered dreams
Bare-footed and delusion
In the habitat
Of slander
My heart hurts
Casted out in hate storms
To be maliciously attack
My soul’s cursed
Blessed those who curse me
And my intentions
I never lived by the sword
But somehow it has
Desecrated my back
A good man being noosed
From blasphemy
You haven’t seen
The last of me
We reside on the same
Equivalent avenue
In identical glasshouses
And you still have the audacity
To disperse stones
And then conceal your hands
I’m
Protected by my porcelain
As I rehearse songs
For the father
Die a martyr
Before they even
Turn me in an evildoer
Perishing for the truth
My ashes dwindling behind me
As my proof
They solute my efforts
With laughter
And laugh at me
I grieve foreseeing a better day
Passionately
On bended knee
I became a beggar for
The lord’s affection
And reassurance
Just to make sure
He hasn’t forgotten about me
I’m homeless
Without his love
I shiver without him
He has became my clothe
I found me
In the days of the lost
I now fully comprehend
What you when through
Some angels’ feet
Are not fit for land
Or to stroll and
Converse with man
Blazing a path to higher plans
I expelled all my fluids
Through baring these tears
Until they impregnate my flesh
With supremacy of flames
The wells of my eyes burn
From still trying to envision
A superior future
I’m too depleted and enfeebled
To draft from my descendant’s sea
And I don’t have reliance in
The calmness and composure
Of the waters
They could still swallow me
Or thy name
My heart and my mind
Dwell independently
From each other
Because of this war
I am in
And they will never again
Mend with me
All this slandering
Clouding my mannerisms
And causing injury
To my soul
And it has become diverted
Through all this distortion
I have a prayer left
And I hope he heard it
Waiting for my serving
Of good karma
I must have been deprived
Of my portion
To feed my ravenous aspiration
But still I am a rich man
Without fortune
With one
Last chance at tomorrow
©3.27.2009

*Business After Pleasure IV: Cumfidential*

*Business After Pleasure IV: Cumfidential*
I told her to wait one second because I needed to close Melodi’s door. And then it happened. As I was walking back to Melodi’s door, Melodi’s panties fall out of my pocket right onto Tiara’s foot. Shit what was I suppose to do now? I wondered if she saw or noticed that they feel from the comforts of my pockets. “Shit, what the fuck is this,” Tiara said fiercely. That is so fucking disgusting as she tried to kick the panties of her foot. One of those freaky ass white girls must have dropped their panties out of their purses or something.

Damn freaky ass bastards.

But somehow the lace boy short panties got entangled in the heel of her stilettos. In a gentlemanly matter I said, “Let me get that for you, Tiara had no idea that those panties once rested between her sister’s sweet pleasurable thighs and I lusted for them. They still smelled of her and I would not let anything ruin that immaculate scent. I wish I could wrap myself inside of them and live forever.

She lifted her heel as I reclaimed the panties until her heel was bare and untainted again. Let me get rid of those, I stated. I acted as if I was about to throw them away, I knew better than that. I was looking to find a good hiding place to stash my beloved prize. And also to keep from incriminating myself.

I acted as if I had threw them in the trash and I was an empty desk drawer was left over with the key still in the lock. I kissed Melodi’s panties frantically and slid them into the drawer for safe keeping. I locked it and took the key with me as I licked my lips to reward my taste buds with a serving of her. And I relished her and I could sense how amazing she tasted. My thoughts stayed with Melodi as I returned back to her sister. That gaze in her eyes made me seem as if I was her hero. As I got closer to her, she grabbed my arm and said let’s go find my sister.

I told her to follow me right this way, because I knew exactly where she was. She told me that I was a good man as we proceeded to our mutual destination. I cracked a smile and enjoyed her embrace and all I could think of is her sister. I told Tiara that she was in the lobby with her husband.

Tiara showed her discomposure in the way she let go of my arm. And she said, “Are you serious?” Nothing constructive will come from him being here. So we both hurried to the lobby. And there they were at each other throats, fighting like they were on Divorce Court and shit.
As we got closer to them I could hear him say, “I should have never married your ass.” The only reason why I took the plunge and walked down the aisle is because I thought you were pregnant. He said every curse word imaginable to her and when she ran out of things to say he pushed her. Time wilted away and stood still.

Tiara flew from beside me and I grabbed her arm and told her to let me handle it. I don’t want her to get hurt and get caught up in all the midst of the confusion. I walked over to Melodi to lift her off the floor and I kept my eye on her husband. I didn’t really know what this nigga was capable of so I was careful and very observant of his every movement.
And I asked, what the hell was wrong with him. “Is this the muthafucka you have been talking to Tiara about and writing in your diary about,” he said? Is this the muthafucka that got you fucking your dildo more than me? I tried to calm him down and told him that he must have been mistaken.

I could feel that Melodi was frightened as she stood behind me, I could feel her panic and heavy breathing dancing on my eardrums. I felt her entire presence over me, I saw the fiery scorching in her husband’s eyes. He was just looking for some sort of pawn to take his aggression out on.

You’re the coward that has been fucking my wife as he raised his hand at me and Melodi to inflict his reign of torment. I didn’t know if he was trying to harm me or Melodi. But I didn’t have time to take a wait and see approach. I felt I had to protect me, I had to protect us. I had to protect her at all cost. I softly guided and pushed Melodi to the side so she wouldn’t get caught in the crossfire. I sent a hook to his face that shattered his entire chin until he spun around like a tornado hit his ass and then he fell in his face. A one hitter-quitter heard through every story of this statuesque building.

Security came out of nowhere and told me to put my hands up. Tiara, Melodi, and every other eye witness screamed at the security that I was the innocent party. Samantha (one of the freaky ass white girls) came running out yelling, “Baby are you okay what happened, are you hurt? Tiara almost tripped her ass. She scratched the floor with her heels and they almost broke because of the force of her pace. She couldn’t stand that the snow bunnies were curious about the myth of the black man. She couldn’t stand that they had a crush on me and the thought of losing another black man to a white girl.

As fast as she approached she passed me up even faster. She was attending to Melodi’s husband kissing him on the chin where he was holding his chin. Ain’t this some shit. She wasn’t talking to me; Melodi’s husband was her baby and her pleasure provider. Their affair was no longer confidential. Their business was in the streets for all the office to know about and spread. I felt bad for Melodi but happy that she was safe.
“You muthafucking bitch,” Melodi said. And before I knew it she slapped the shit out of Samantha and she was lying right next to Melodi’s soon to be ex husband. As if they were fondling each other between the sheets for their own sexual incentive. She lay awkwardly on the floor and everyone saw under her skirt and could clearly see that she didn’t have any panties on. Everyone got a nice vision of her goods.
They had to call an ambulance for Melodi’s husband because he suffered a broken jaw. Samantha rode with him in the back of the ambulance. She should have been trying to get some medical attention herself the way Melodi slapped the shit out of her, rightfully so. Melodi was more concern with me considering the fact they had to escort me from the premises to alleviate all the hostility and help it die down. Luckily no charges were filed they decided I was defending myself and most importantly Melodi honor.

The Conference

Melodi called me directly at home. She said that she had to work late and thought we should talk about everything that had transpired. I walked into the conference room and there she was the end of the huge, lengthy table. A lone beauty named Melodi. I sat down way at the other end to capture her attention; she had her head buried in her work. She looked up and embraced me with a warm smile. And she pushed aside her work to grant me her absolute attention.

She sent my world in a whirlwind and my head into a daze when she said these words.

“I really appreciate you standing up for me like that. A lot of men wouldn’t have taken the time to throw themselves into harm’s way to protect a woman’s hand. You are a much better man to me than my husband has ever been. I know sometimes I have been a bitch to you and I apologize to you for that. It just I want dealing with so much at home and I didn’t mean to bring it to work with me.”
I said, “no problem and there is no need to apologize and having to deal with a man like your husband I can tell that you have been unfulfilled for a long time.”

She said, “you just don’t know that is the understatement of the century.”

I rub my knuckle as she said that. It has been killing me since I reconstructed her husband’s entire jaw with it. She asked if I was okay and I was too busy rubbing it to respond.

She got her fine ass on top of the table’s surface and start crawling my way. All I could do is stare at her ass curved and elevated masterfully in the air. The thought of what she smelled like alleviated me from my pain. I instantly imagined me on my knees, in between her legs preying on her essence and breathing from it like it was my only oxygen. She kissed my bruised knuckle and called me her hero. Then she kissed my lips and let her sweet tongue romance mines erotically. Her tongue was charming and I savored when it stroked mines.

She called my name and asked me if I had ever thought about making love to her. Now wasn’t the time to be untruthful and humble. I told her I thought about making love to her often. She sat down on top of the table surface right in front of me. I rubbed her feet as she glared at me perpetually. Her feet were just as lovely as she was. She sighed with appreciation and acceptance.

My sister told me how that bitch Samantha and the other freaky white girl walked by and one of their panties fell right onto her foot. And how much of a gentleman you were by untangling them from her heel and discarding them. But what my sis don’t know if that those were my panties. Which means, you probably were a witness of my early morning show of seduction. You could have joined me if you liked. A hardness in my pants formed from her sexiness.
She was so beautiful, the kind of woman you couldn’t stare at for long. Because she would make a man apprehensive and anxious to touch her.

She continued speaking to me.

She told me how I needed a man like you in my life.
As she uncrossed her legs and swayed one them on top my shoulder. She asked me tell me, “How did you think my pussy smelled?” “I know that you smelled my panties and you should know.”

She hiked her skirt up some more to unveil a new pair of her lace boyshorts that look even more exquisite and gorgeous than the ones I once adored and held sacred to my heart. She told me to get closer so I could get a better perception of it. I bend down before my face could even get closer to her love, I could breathe her radiance. It made my heart flutter from the virtue.

My tongue stuttered and maneuvered through the seams of her boyshorts as I attempted to make her feel beautiful. Her body convulsed and flourished upon the appetite of my taste buds with her scented nature until my mouth was drenched with the sweetness of her. A place in ecstasy was destined for her. I reached up and spoiled her titties with desire. Her back arched in submission elevating her entire body off of the table. “Keep eating that pussy like that is all I heard.” Her husband doesn’t look like the type to pleasure her orally. He doesn’t know shit about satisfying a woman of her stature. He looks like the type to stroke a few times and cum before she even has a chance to. He probably walked around as if he satisfied her in a consistent basic but in reality he wasn’t even scratching the surface.

I continued to taste her as if I was trying to put my entire tongue inside of her. I bathe my tongue in the passion of her wetness. I let my tongue finesse her insides while my top lip pecked at her clit.

I am not to one to leave a woman ungratified. Death would come before that. I sat at her table eating from her ambrosia and salvage every portion of her sweetness like it was my last meal. I tried to suck her wetness until it was parched. She pushed me away as she said, “shit you got my pussy sensitive as fuck.” Then she kissed me passionately like she was trying to strip the entirety of her scent from my lips.

She was still on top of the table and pulled her panties down to her ankles and started back crawling the opposite way. She gave me that seductive look that told me to come get her and make what was between her legs mines. She started to crawl quicker when she saw I was coming after her. I grabbed her by her ankle and pulled her closer as I unloosen my belt. “Where do you think you going,” I said. I sprinkled kisses on her ass cheeks, I decided to taste her from the back one more time before I entered. She threw her ass back into my face, smothering me in her beauty.

I kneeled on one knee as I pressed through her tightness to be reborn into an unfamilar world. The feeling was more incredible than any other feeling I have ever felt. I went more insane with each stroke as she continued to feel even more better with the deeper I got. Her love was deep. I was going hard like I was trying to break my dick, if she was the last woman I made love to I would be content. Fuck it.
She turned around to lay on her back, amazingly still keep me inside through the process. She told me her husband never fucked her pussy like how I do. You know this belongs to you as I stroke to the melodic tone of her voice.

She pulled me out of her and told me she wanted me in between her breasts. My hardness sat pleasantly in between her breasts, she presented her lips on my eager tip. She was swaying her entire head on me until I could feel her intuition pulsating on me and feeding from my willingness to partake. I closed my eyes as I felt myself dissolve inside the intensity of her trance. Her inner freak must have been held captive from sensuality. I became her freedom the more she drove me deeper into her mouth. I wasn’t ever one to be selfish: I was fingering while she was pleasing me. My fingers have never felt so admirable. I licked my fingers as if the sweetest substance dwelled on my fingertips just to relish her.

Her mouth feel wonderful but being inside of her would serve her a much higher purpose. I was doing this for her. I stroked deeper for each time her husband never made her cum first or at all. I stroked harder for each time he never hit her G-Spot. I stroked faster for each time he never stood up and claimed her pussy as a real man while he was inside. Most importantly I stroked softly to make her feel like feel like a real woman.

She was shedding her drops of ecstasy on me and some of them even scattered on the surface of the table. And then she came tumultuously on my persistent erection. I never came I didn’t want to. I wanted to show her how a true man puts a woman’s pleasure first.

©3.08.2009

*The Day After Eternity*

Inspiration from this piece came from this song off of Bobby Valentino's album called "Another Life. It reminds me of alot of something Prince would do. I listened to this song over and over and before you knew it my pen started to moved. You definitely need to check out that song it is really amazing.Here is what I came up with....

*The Day After Eternity*
Timing was inevitably wrong
I could have swore
Your lifeline was etched
Inside of my palms
For me to behold
With a clutch so strong
But the moment
That should have bought us
Together has yet transpire
Or unfold
Your future sketched
Inside of mines
Sewing your heart back together
With good karma
Until you renounce
Your guard and armor
And then I knew
That’s what forever
Looked like
Other temptations are simply
Fool’s gold
My lips longing
For your kiss of approval
To bring renewal
And replenishment
To my soul
Your name is my psalms
That I hum
On my tongue
All day long
Making the days young
For eternities to come
Still wondering where
You came from
If you are an angel
I hope your purpose
Isn’t done
Stay with me
I chose to harness your halo
To bring me betterment
So I won’t lose you
Your reputation faithfully
Speaks for itself
Your touch makes my inflictions numb
The dependence of loneliness
You made the addiction succumb
Before my days become numbered
I just wanted to let you know
That I think you are
The one
The next lifetime
Shall be ours
Maybe the day after eternity
I’ll time will come
©2.13.2009

*Capricorn In Love (Hymn 4 V-Day)*

Most of the sun signs like to bask in limelight unlike the Capricorn. He is the one who's sitting in a hidden corner at the party, silently admiring the scene before him. They are go-getters and can stride way ahead of people when the time comes. People born under the Capricorn zodiac sign are extremely hard working, independent and self-confident. They respect traditions. Also, they do not give unsolicited advice and you will hardly see them poking their nose into other people's business. They are very much attached to their family and can go to any lengths to protect them from the world. Most of them are self-made and command respect for that. They are often feared in their circle and are also the ones who are looked upto in times of crisis.



Capricorns are very loyal and dedicated towards their partners.
They are very tolerant in their relationships and extremely possessive of their loved ones.
You can depend upon a Capricorn any day.
You will always find them standing by your side when you need support.
They are not the ones to shy away from commitment.

*Capricorn In Love*
Why can’t you see that
I need your feedback
Your gestures
Are hard
To read that
My mind is pestered
With the reminiscence
Of me
And she
And what could possibly be
Please don’t misinterpret
My actions
And think I’m trying
To do your love a disservice
I walk as a man
And extend my courage
And never sliver
With the serpents
Inciting you
To peddle your soul
For inhibited fruit
Let me show you
That my love is beautiful
I might be greater
Then the worst
But I am far from perfect
A Capricorn’s passion
We have your walls
Crashing
To shambles
Pardon yourself
From this imprisonment
You constructed pessimistically
If my efforts become displaced
In this war
Of perfecting the trust
And acquirement
Of your heart
I would be simply devastated
I would perish away
You are so down on yourself
You won’t even
Let me lift you up
And carry you away
To place
Where everyday
Is a lover’s holiday
The sweet nothings
I pronounce to you
Are more than just trivial
Lip service
Never felt anything
This urgent
Say my name
My heart surges
I need your hand as I
Walk on untested waters
Of our purpose
For me to be encouraged
This could be imperious
If you somehow manage
To get pass your nervousness
Your past why don’t you
Leave that buried
Under your artful feet
And behind you
Bare roses for the dead
I’m trying to inspire you
I’m not accountable
For the pain
Prior until I came
Shall my knees become disfigured
And impair the cement
To plead my case
Until I catch every teardrop
And claim them as my own
I could be your king
If you would just give me
The opportunity
To reside in my
Inherited throne
©2.10.2009

*Miss Officer*

*Ms.Officer*
I was pulled over once again. Maybe it was because of the nice car. Or maybe it was because of my race or the wrong time of the time of the day. I probably was just shit out of luck that is usually the case. I pulled over to see what the officer concerns were. I just hope the cop that pulled me over wasn’t arrogant or a born again racist. Or even worst a black officer who was prejudice against their own kind. I made sure I got my license and registration out right away to prevent any confusion. I don’t need anyone mistakenly trying to shoot my ass.
I waited impatiently but concealed it with my natural calmness.

Then the shadow of perfection made it way up to my driver’s side. As if it sole mission was to escort me to the gates of heaven. Then she knocked gently with authority on my window. I pulled down the window and ask her how may I help you Ms. Officer? She quickly disregarded my statement and asked did I know how fast I was driving? I replied nicely by saying no. And I ask was I going over the speed limit. And she replied sarcastically, evidently you were that is why I pulled you over. You need to pay more attention to the speed limit and the surroundings around you.

Then she when off for no apparent reason.“I hate drivers like you just because you have a nice car you think you own the highway. That doesn’t mean that you can speed up and down these roads, this is real life, not NASCAR or the Indy 500. “I need your license and registration please.”
I was thinking what I the hell was wrong with her. I know she was fine but goddamn. She had a fucked up attitude about herself. I still didn’t pay her any mind I couldn’t afford a ticket or go to jail. And I know better to talk crazy to anyone who has a gun.
So Ahmad Townsend, are you the same Ahmad Townsend that is the famous erotica novelist” “said the officer.” I replied by saying yeah. My girlfriends read your work all the time but I really don’t care too much for the filth that you write. I have better things to do with time. The way you objectify women and make them look like pawns of desires is simply degrading and a disservice to women everywhere.
Okay now she did it now she hit a nerve. I was about to go off on her ass now. If I went to jail fuck it this will be worth it. I look at her badge to see what exactly what her name is. Well excuse me Ms. Officer Bridges, if you would take the time to read my book before judging them. Then maybe you would realize that my novels are intended to build the character and self-esteem of women. And restore the pleasure they have been deprive and lacking for years. Also it helps them to choose better lovers who will put their needs on the highest pedestal. Maybe if you did your research and see how many women I have actually help then maybe you will have something credible and relevant to say about my writings.

She looked at me crazy as hell like she about to reach for her club and beat me senseless and make me the heir of Rodney King. And leave lying unconscious in the streets until the ambulance came to fetch me away to the hospital. She then asked me to step out of my car. And I said for what? And then she said I am giving you a warning, now step out of the car. Ms. Bridges then said, “I was acting quite suspicious so she said that she needs to search my car.” Are you kidding me? The look on her face said it all. So I made sure I got out of my car slowly and put my hands in the sky so she could see them.

She proceeded to search my car which was purposeless and pointless. She started to check under the drivers and passengers seat to find something incriminating on my part while I sat on the curb looking like I was waiting for someone to come rescue me. Little did she know that she was going to be sadly disappointed when she wouldn’t find a morsel of evidence. I guess they would hire anyone to be a police officer nowadays. She might have been rude but damn she was fine. She is in the wrong profession she could make millions of dollars easily traveling around the world being a model.
What do we have here Mr. Townsend, “The beautiful officer said to me?” She held up a sack of weed which she planted in my car. I know it wasn’t mine I don’t even smoke weed. And if I smoked weed I damn sure wouldn’t be rolling around with it. Not in this car, which is already a cop magnet. And didn’t need any extra attention, you just don’t know how many times I contemplated about selling it, “I screamed this is fucking bullshit at the top of my lungs.”
She told me to turn around and ask if I had any weapons on me. “And I said of course not,” but she patted me down to make sure. I guess she was trying to make her quota.
And then without warning.
She handcuffed me and escorted me to the back of her car.


And all the patrons passing by probably though I was just another gangster or drug-dealer whose freedom has been rightfully snatched away. They were probably thankful I was off the streets to keep their families out of harm’s way. Mothers and fathers covered their kids’ eyes as they drove by. You would have thought I was on America’s Most Wanted or some shit.
How embarrassing.
We drove around which seemed like forever until we arrived to this wooded and secluded area. I had no idea where she he took me. I thought she was going to drop my ass of and tell me to get to walking since I pissed her off so badly. She told me to get out the car and even helped me out.

Once again she spoke.

“I bought you out here alone to teach you a lesson that you need to learn”. “I am going to show you what a real woman is and how to show some respect.”
“Whatever you say officer,” is all I could say. I was so sick of this harassment and torture. She was reaching for something I thought she was about to reach for her pepper spray and spray me in my eyes until my eyes bleed and went blind. But she reached for her keys to uncuff me. I wondered what this was all about? I finally could feel the feeling in my wrist again but that was short-lived. She handcuffed me immediately to the driver’s side rearview mirror. She took the time to frisk me, paying special attention to my manhood and my ass.
She stuck the club in between my legs and rubbed it all on my dick. And then she grabbed it savagely until a bulge formed in my pants. She then said, “What the fuck do you know about pleasing a woman?” Then she unbuckled my pants and seduced me profoundly with her mouth. Like her mission was to serve and protect my erection. She mumbled something all over my being. I could really give a damn what she said. This shit felt too fucking good. She wrapped her tongue around the head of me like I was her desired flavor of love.
“How does it feel to be arrested Mr. Townsend,” she said. As I was firmly indented on her bottom lip with my sexual passage. She smacked on my impressible head I almost fractured my wrist as I almost fell and scrape my knees on the gravel.
Damn….
Is this what they teach at the Police Academy? If so I’m going to have to send them a check with a big thank you stamped at the bottom. She began to serve herself as her hands explored and rambled inside of her pants.

“I want you to fuck the police,” is what Ms. Bridges proclaimed.

I have been waiting to fuck the police my whole life. You have to uncuff me first sexy. I heard the clattering sound as she reached for her keys. I was for free for the time being.
I walked up behind her, hugging her from the back with my hardness pressed up against her ass. I directed her to the front of the car by the hood. Forcibly, I pushed her head down on the hood. And told her, “You look like you hiding some ass and some good pussy in the uniform Ms. Bridges.” I might have to frisk you down thoroughly with my own personal nightstick.
I stood their nakedly from the waist down. It’s time that we have matching attire. I pulled her pants down until they covered her police boots. Her panties were nowhere to be found. “Fuck the police,” she said. As she put both of her hands on her cheeks until they parted ways. Her intentions were blatant and desirable.
I told her, “I’m going to make your ass my number one fan.” My hardness bowing on her curves before I entered her. We made the entire car start to flutter as we became immersed in pleasures of the flesh. I teased her opening a bit with the entirety of my shaft.

She could sense the expectancy of me presenting my presence between her thighs. But first I need to taste her offering until she could feel all the gratitude that was in me. That’s why she was acting so bitchy she needs a nut desperately.
Her lips pressed up against the hood of the car capturing the seal of her kiss. I used my two fingers to spread her immaculate center and to induce her creaming into fruition. I wouldn’t mind serving a life sentence inside of her asmy tongue stuttered all inside of her as she said, “I had the right to remain silent.” As she grinded on my tongue as if she was trying to make her essence an enduring sensation upon my tastebuds.

While she was distracted I freed the handcuffs from her waist to secure both her arms behind her back. I asked, “How does it feel to be arrested Ms.Bridges?” My thrust was soon to follow and it paralyzed her in her sexy stance. And she had no choice but to take was I was giving her. The percussion between both of our bodies rung out like an melodic siren, alerting whoever was listening that some fucking was going on.

“Fuck me like that dick fresh out of jail, and you better fuck me good or I will personally take your ass to jail personally, said Ms. Bridges.” “You ain’t gone do shit but take this dick and love it, what I replied. That must have turned her on because she begun to cringe all over.

Her cream trickling down on me, inflicting and bestowing passion upon my loins. Just as she was grinding down on me about to make me erupt in that good pussy of hers. Another cop car pulled up right behind us and flashed it lights and siren. My heart throbbed and so did my dick. After all that I came and I didn’t really know, whether it was from how good she felt or the fact my ass was about to go to jail. I knew I was going to jail this time and it wasn’t shit I could do about it.
TO BE CONTINUED????

*Business After Pleasure III: Office Freaks*

*Business After Pleasure III: Office Freaks*

Shit. Another day another dollar. Living by this policy, instilled my temporary sanity for the time being. I heard a reverberating sound from my bag. It was my cell phone notifying me of a remainder that my expense report was due. I was supposed to have it on Melodi’s desk before I left. I never even took it out of my bag. Fuck, she will have my ass and head on a platter if this isn’t on her desk before she gets in.

It’s about fifteen minutes before she normally arrives. I glanced around corners and stared over cubicles to see if she was in her office. Her door was closed and darkness resounded under the cracks of her office door. I proceeded to her door and I knocked on the door, just in case she so happened to be in. I looked in and all I saw was a vacant dark silence.

I closed the door behind me and I hurried to put my report on her desk. And place it in its intended resting position. The morning rise glimmered off the glass of the picture frame. I took a glimpse into her soul as I look at the pictures that formed an arrangement and sense of happiness. She had a picture of her on her wedding day, looking as beautiful as ever. With a husband looking like he was the luckiest man to ever to have the pleasure of living in her world. She might be a tyrant at times, but she still prevailed as a beautiful tyrant.

And then I saw a portrait of her. It was her little sister, and they favored. But I can tell that she was her own person and woman. Beauty ran in their family and was a dominant trait in their elegant genes. I rubbed the picture as if I knew her, loved her, and lost her.

I got so caught up in the moment I dropped the damn picture frame. As I bent over to reach to pick it up, I heard the door. I knew it was Melodi; she would kill me if she found me in her office. She would probably think I was rummaging through her shit. Impulsively, I took the picture frame and crawled under her desk, with just enough time to spare. She left the room completely dark until she came to her desk. Turning on her desk light for a relaxing setting to bring comfort to her mood.

My heart was in my throat and I almost swallowed it when she said good morning, in that tone of her. She couldn’t be talking to me. She couldn’t have saw me it was too dark. Then as she removed the hair over her ear, I saw that she was talking on the Bluetooth that was dangling from her ear. She kicked off her heels right before she sat down. Momentarily, she crowned her ankles with amiable probing from her palms.

And then she said this.

At every stoplight baby, I was fingering my pussy and trying to see how many times I could make myself cum before the light change. Wishing that your dick wasn’t so far away from my aching. I damn near had to keep my car in park to keep me from running into oncoming traffic.

As she said that.

She surrendered out of her boyshorts and the pants from her pantsuit. Her pants dropped to the floor and became lifeless without her. Somehow her boyshorts held on, dangling from her ankle. Holding on to what dear life it had left by the thin lace it was sewed from. I could smell the sweetness of her pussy from here.

Finally.

She put her boyshorts out of their misery. As she shed them from her ankles, kicking them off as if they were worthless. Until they ricocheted off my lips hitting the floor unmercifully. I scrambled to lick my lips to see if I could savage any remains of her taste.

I reached out furiously as my palms scraped the carpet with my curious fingers to rescue her panties from solitude. Almost scorching a trail of fire as I grasp them. I heatedly shoved them to my nose in hopes of consuming every morsel of her aura until they became a transparent fiber in my mind for years to come.

My eyes stayed focused on her she licked her finger and with that same finger she used to excite and polished her torrid and feverish clit, simultaneously she introduced another finger inside to sweeten her sugar walls with each entry. What I would give to be that finger to awaken to its rebirth.

The desk lamp illuminated between her thighs, as her hand was in blazing pursuit to bring a calming peace to her yearning. Her pussy was beautiful shaven to perfection; you can tell when a woman takes care herself. I wanted to make it even smoother with my tongue.
Then she said this, baby I want you to see what you do to me. She took out her phone and begun to videoed her self-indulgence for adoring eyes. I chose to pay adoration to her panties by placing them back up to my nose and letting her ravage my impressions. As I watched as her slavish beholder, I still fondled the very essence of her panties.

I can tell a quick nut was on the horizon for her. There’s nothing like a woman climaxing and forgetting the world around her exists. The only thing that matters is her inevitable bliss. She reclined back in the chair placing one leg on her desk to increase and better her response. And talked shit to the listener as if they were submerged in between her waist.

She revealed her breasts and she said you have never had any pussy like this. She shuddered in a puddle of ecstasy and then she finally came. She opened her shirt a little bit more to extinguish what was left of the fervor that was slowly dying down. I can tell the room was spinning has she held her head in attempts to make her reality serene again.

Perfect timing….

Her assistant buzzed in to tell her that her husband has been waiting in the lobby and has been trying to reach her all morning.
If she wasn’t taking to her husband then who the fuck was she talking to? I just knew her husband wasn’t satisfying her. A man can always tell when a woman isn’t been satisfied or isn’t getting none.

She fastened her buttons to her shirt to make it look professional again. She put her leg in her pants slowly, as her legs still shook from the aftershocks of quivers. She didn’t think twice about putting her boyshorts back on.

She exited her office not feeling phased about what just took place. I waited a minute or two before climbing out from under the desk. Inadvertently, I placed her panties into my pocket; I guess it has become a natural habit to me.

I moved out of her office at Godspeed until I accidentally almost bumped into this fine as woman. It was the girl from the picture, Melodi’s sister. We both melodically said excuse me faster than a heartbeat. She introduced herself and told me that her name is Tiara. Being the gentleman I am, I was about to introduce myself and she stopped me. She said there is no need to introduce yourself; my sister has told me all about you. Our hands we still intertwined with smiles on our faces that could make sunshine look blurry and lackluster.

As we were getting acquainted the two white girls in the office Samantha and Jessica once again walked back grinning and whispering to one another about me.
Tiara couldn’t help but to see that you got fans. I laughed and replied, last time I checked my name wasn’t O.J. Tiara asked if she could tell me a secret and I told her yeah as she motioned me to come closer.

She whispered this in my ear.

The reason they are always whispering about you is they want to know if the myth is true about the black man. I am just telling you this and keep it between me and you. When I tell you those two white girls do everything together, I mean they do everything together. My sis saw them one day in the restroom locked in the stall performing 69 on each other. And one was even calling out your name while she was being eaten out. She even squirted all over the girl’s face and lips.

My sis is a big ass freak. I wondered if that was another trait that ran in the family. I came back into my senses as Tiara continued to speak.
Melodi was starting to record and put it on the web. She still has it but not for stimulation purposes, it just for the simple fact she can’t stand their backstabbing asses. She is just keeping it for insurance purposes in case she has to save her own ass.

She then asks could I please direct her in the direction her sister might be. I said sure I will take you there right now. I told her to wait one second because I needed to close Melodi’s door. And then it happened. As I was walking back to Melodi’s door, Melodi’s panties fall out of my pocket right until Tiara’s foot.
TO BE CONTINUED….

*(Don't Wake Me) If I'm Dreaming*

*(Don’t Wake Me) If I’m Dreaming*
My mental posture and semblance
Dwelling on the solace
Of pillowcases
So incredibly modest
It surrenders me
To a greater place
Even though she’s not here
I can still feel her face
And wipe tears away
That will never ensue
Her gleaming continues
My feet will never bruise
Or be disabled by
The pavement
My heartbeats
Resounds to a quiver
That is probably her
With her I have the world
She is simply a talent
That I can’t lose
And I hear her say
That she can’t live without me
She’s so far from
Being an squandered memory
I’ve founded my place
I never again
Want to feel awake
Because only inside
The composure of my sleep
I feel safe
And unafraid
I dream of a gaze
That authors my amazement
All because of this lady
My soul is favored greatly
Heaven has never
Been debased
Or had
So many blemishes
And imperfections
Until I envisioned her face
Angels became defiled
And expelled
Degraded to exile
All because of her
Elevation and style
I am never coming down
She got my head
Flourishing way beyond
The clouds
I chose to be
Revel in her lastingness
As long as I breathing
I will never mourn
The evening
© 1.19.2009

Thanks Eb for letting me use the pic you inspire me in more ways then once. I hope you like this....

*Bite Ur Lip*

*Bite Ur Lip*
Bite Ur Lip
After the atonement
Of our kiss
I will kiss you everywhere
Especially there
As you give me
That hollow stare
I cordially volunteer
To make you reap contentment
Until tomorrow’s here
I want you near me
And sunrise whispers in your ear
I will be stroking
The other one so sincere-ly
My lips on your
Righteous angelic wrist
My love becomes affectionate
With the adorned mist
With my departing breath
I’m dying to make you feel
Like a woman
Make dreamy eyes reminisce
In abundance
With foresights constructing
Fantasies so suggestively
It’s enough to make you tremble
On dwindling fabrics and linen
Calling out for me
Timelessly
As your humble pleasantry
Is a concept to remember
Bathe the knowledge
Of my tongue
In your ocean of purity
Shudders sway
With indulgence
As a union
Between you and me
Strengthen you
Naturally
So you can gape
Deeper into my eyes
And drape you
All over my pedestal
This salvation
Capable of arousing
A jewel
That’s bountiful
When we making love
If feels like
I’m dismantling you
Don’t worry babe,
I’m just loving you
© 1.15.2009

Thanks for letting me use your pic Ebony you are the greatest….

*Erotica 4 XXXmas*

My wife kissed me on my forehead, as she said, “wakeup sexy man.” Today is your birthday and Christmas. She kissed my lips before I even got a chance to open my eyes. She left the room as I stared at the robe that made her like a seductive empress. I pursued through the sheets to regain my boxers, which I never sleep in. Wifey knows that and she loves to have her way with me while I’m sleeping. Lord knows I have and would do that same to her on any given opportunity, I even entered her a time or two and made her convulse in her sleep. I made my way to the bathroom and started to adjust my hardness. I was longing to hear the sonnet of the shower beaming down on my flesh. As I reached to turn on the melody of the shower. Miranda called out for me. “DeMarcus could you please come here,” she said. The hardness in my boxers wasn’t cooperating and wouldn’t stay still.

“Here I come sweetheart.” As I restlessly look forward to seeing her face again. As if I had been sleeping lifetimes without having precious dreams and memories to rely on, that would restore the vision of her. When I bestowed the revelation of her, my jaws dropped.

As she stretch out draped nakedly under the tree, she was my gift to behold and for the taking. With bows over her nipples and her unexpectedly wet pussy. My mouth watered and all I could think of is how I wanted to substitute them with her juices. Her bare robe was dreary and forsaken next to her. I joked and said I guess you started without me and opened my gift for me already.

She motioned her finger to tell me to come closer. She reached behind her back, initially I thought she was groping her ass to turn me on even more. She had this head band from our daughter’s Christmas play, where she played the first mistletoe on the very first Christmas. How ironic, the mistletoe in the play symbolized the depiction of love. I remember when we were in the audience watching the play. I told her the things me and you could do with that mistletoe. I knew a couple of places we could use them. I moved my endearing finger between her and teased the opening of her love. Fortunately, it was extremely dark in the auditorium. I stroked her until my finger captivated a sample of her wetness. I took my finger out and rested my finger close to my nose. Without being so obvious, just to smell how beautiful she was. I was almost enticed to sample my finger to replenish the experiences that I nearly mouth fucked her to death. She remembered our little futuristic fantasy. How sweet the gift of remembrance is.

She placed the headband of mistletoe on until it was fit comfortably in the middle of her forehead. Took me by my hard dick and stroked me avidly. Then took me into her mouth, I immersed the force of her jaws. Until they begin to ache from sexual impulse. They trembled but refused to surrender. The thickness of her ass and the way she was bobbing on top of me. Was knocking ornaments off the stems of the tree. We could really give a fuck if they broke. They were rested and scattered around her like they were commemorating the duration of our act.

I took myself out of her mouth for a moment to kiss her. My dick was still in her hands as I relaxed on top of her robe on my back. She got on top of me and smothered me with heaven. I never tasted loveliness like this before that is one of the reason I love this woman so. She took me back into her mouth and I filled her cheeks without any room to spare. Like I was some sort of bodily jawbreaker with no kind of tender center inside of me. Our breathing from this was almost enough for both of us to cum.

The warmth of our mouths expressed the menacing urge we felt to oblige each other. I divided one of her cheeks to grace her nature with a charitable tongue. I preserved the sweetness of her core with merciful slow traces. Her efforts didn’t go unnoted, the way she was deep- throating me fluently. Without any care of the repercussions that were to cum. Had me reaching up trying to clutch the back of her neck, to swallow the remains of my hardness. In the process of doing that I almost knocked over the damn Christmas tree. That’s what good head will do to you, having you breaking all your shit in your house. Just as she was fondling the head of me with her phenomenal method of moving her entire mouth in a circular pattern, I had to tell her to get up I wanted some of that pussy.

I had to be inside of her now. She was about to get into doggy-style position. I had told her, “no baby.” I want to see your face and graze into your eyes. She guides me back inside of her, with a smile that suggested. That she was here to cater thoroughly to my needs. She lowered down on my shaft relentlessly like that’s all she knew. Her ass inadvertently hitting my sack magnified the sentiment. As I thrust and I lend upward to feed on the offering of her breast. Our grinding was harmonized with our erratic pulses. I couldn’t help to tell her how good her love felt. She told me she was about to cum and she wanted us to cum together. We both turned into sexual savages fucking each other maliciously until our orgasms collaborated as one, creating one rich substance. We collapsed on top of each other, spending the remainder of Christmas hug up with each other on the floor. Just enjoying each other souls…

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!
© 12.25.08

*One Lifetime*

*One Lifetime*
If I could love you
Just for one lifetime
I would have nothing
Left for me to accomplish
You took the place of my conscious
And now I carry you everywhere
In my heart as my accomplice
Freed me from those crutches
And I
Repaid you with my trust
Fight for you
And promise never to hold
Back any punches
I lived a life
Without you before
Doing that again
Would just be redundant
I’m haunted
With the thought of you
And it has my mind worrying….
In this mental whirlwind
If I had you
Then in this life
I would know
At least I did something
Productive
And fruitful
I desire her peace
Even her silence is beautiful
Cause without you
I can’t function
You’re my superhero
I have no ego
Why would I act like?
The ground you walk on
Isn’t stellar
And virtuous enough
To be considered a mural
Anything less
Is foolish egotistical absurdity
I use to feel
Being an hopeless romantic
Was nothing more
Then being a tormented scapegoat
And convict
To love’s exasperation
And despair
Until you wandered by
And I then heard
Your beauty’s whisper
Then I was convinced
I need to be structured
In your relevance
You were sent
To make sure love
Is evident
Treating you delicate
For one lifetime
Is the most fulfilling time
Ever spent
©12.19.2008

Desperately....(Graphic Pic)

Desperately…..
My hardness beckoning
Is ravenous
You not being here is atrocious
Your slippery haven
Would be inhabited
With deep insertions
Too passionate
For the soul
To endure
Hitting your spot accurately
Until we both cum blissfully
Gracing and glamorizing mattresses
With sexual magic
With the way
I divide your legs
And make myself disappear
Deeper into Pandora’s hemisphere
Palms become similar
As they hold each other
You would lie down
And I would take you
As my gift
Your love would be stripped
As soon as it approaches
If you step into my room
Footsteps as precious as roses
The deeper your toes get
Closer to acquire my contact
Makes the justification
More golden
My erection thriving
With hopeful ambition
Your legs actualizing extremity
On my shoulder blades
Being so sincere
To my parching desire
I been fasten for days
Waiting for you
Your lips become unlaced
As I address
Your vast section
To ravage and devour
Your pulse
Until your body feels comatose
French pedicure
Tendering and hailing
The royalty of my skin
So agile
©12.18.2008

*A Good Man Gone Bad ( A Few Pages From Chapter 1)

Disclaimer: In no shape or form is this intentioned to bash or harm any woman roaming God's green earth...

*A Good Man Gone Bad*

I lie awake, as my thoughts continually feast on the most recent intercourse. She lays next to me motionless and lifeless. Face buried in the pillow, body surrendering from a ravish pounding by my behalf. Her best friend was lying in the same spot she was just a day ago.

My cell phone vibrates telling me that I have one new message. It read, you were right about my boyfriend, he is a liar. I came home early from work to surprise him with some afternoon sex and there he was fucking another woman. And he had her in positions I never seen. Doing things to her that he never done to me. I should have stuck with you….

I replied, you must be related to karma because both of you are bitches.

I remember exactly how she left me. And I was the one helping her to climb the ladders o life and I was right under her making sure she didn’t fall. And what did she do, kick me in the face until my back cracked the depths of the pavement. Once your back tarnishes the pavement it’s an unforgettable feeling. And I will be damn if I ever feel that way again.

I became turned on and felt a foresight from her much deserving pain. Now she knows how I felt even though that seems like lifetimes ago. I snapped back into reality when Lauren awakens and asks me how long was she knocked out for? I replied, by saying about an hour, hour and half. How much do I owe you? Lauren said. I replied by saying the usual will be fine.

At this time I’m sliding back inside of her. She said damn, you trying to work overtime and earn a tip I see. The duration and depth of my long thrusts answers her question. I’m the only man to ever make her cum. I love carrying that title as much as I love carrying the title of male gigolo. My feelings and emotions won’t get caught up and that means that I won’t get hurt. Her palms became imprinted in my sheets and illustrate her gratification. I stare into her eyes. There’s nothing like watching a woman being pleased. That’s the most beautiful thing in the world next to heaven. I’m addicted to that expression and the feeling of knowing I’m the cause of it. There’s nothing like the high from this drug. This is the closer thing that I would ever get to love.

Chapter 1
We were at her grandmother’s house and her grandmother sent me in the back to retrieve her glasses. She needed them to read some of her mail that was just newly delivered. Being the gentleman I am I cordially agreed to find them to bring betterment to her vision.

I passed the pictures of Martin Luther King and Muhammad Ali that have become landmarks on her wall. I quickly approached the bathroom as I instinctively peeped in. There she was in the mirror, fixing her makeup and applying her lip gloss. The love of my life.

I said to her, “Didn’t I tell you not to wear that fucking skirt. She looked and replied, “What are you talking about?” Baby, you don’t listen to me, you are so hard-headed. She went back to reapplying her makeup. I kissed her neck and said you are just wasting your time putting that makeup on. You don’t need it you are naturally beautiful.

I arched her over the sink until her ass curved slightly off the countertop. She was dropped her makeup in the sink. I slid her skirt up to her hips. I unfastened my belt just enough to expose my manhood from boxers. The nerve of her to wear the panties I love. I spread her cheeks to intake her lovely scent for just a moment. Her scent gave affection to my lips.

I pushed them to the side and use it as a handle. As I ravished her slippery haven, until my presence was known in between her thighs. Her legs shaking so frantically, she began to shake the entire foundation of the countertop. Her chants of excitement become more vibrant and filled every crevice in the bathroom.

I secured the door shut and locked it, making sure I preserved the motion of my stroke. She’s lost in my pulse of inspiration. It compelled her to roll her eyes back. I seduced the reflection of her in the mirror. Pleasure found a new home all over her face and lips. I planted my foot on top of the lid of the toilet to penetrate her to the deepest precision. She turned on the faucet to drown out the backlash of her moans. She rubbed the warm water on the tip of her warm nipples. My belt buckle edges were clattering together the more I spread her apart. The sound if it was almost identical to a melody.

TO BE CONTINUED.....

*Role Reversal*

Ok Usher you had your chance, now it's mines.....



*Role Reversal*
Trading places
On my hands and knees
Virtue my needs
And take time
To listen
As I descend
Face first
Into your oasis
To accord my aspiring relief
Christen
My lips
With the glimmer of you
Entomb
My face in between your waist
Until that’s all I can taste
The beautiful adulation of
Your womb
Orally penetrating your heirloom
Flagrant enunciations satiate the room
My tongue paces
Between expressionless spaces
Dabble
On your app-etite
Until the newness
Of day
Comes after night
And unravels
Your tenderness
I want you
To be my very last thought
Mind fuck me to death
And become my mentalist
Tell me I better
Not give my love
To anyone else
Make me touch myself
As I lie inside of you
This is yours
I wouldn’t lie to you
I’m more then gifted enough
To dispel and alleviate
Your emptiness
Address some pressure
To the back of my neck
To make me look
Into your eyes
To concentrate
Take control
This is role reversal
Impersonating
Our own love scene
This feels like absolute fate
Your loving
Is bottomless
Grinding on my fastness
Will administer madness
I’m biting my bottom lip
Push me back down
If I try to lift
You….
Up….
Make me work for it
Just don’t let me
Kiss you
Torridly
If you want me
To stop uttering vocally
Tell me to shut up
And place your head
Over my mouth
To quiet me
If I get disorderly
© 11.10.2008

*Bite The Pillow/ Pillow Talk*

*Bite the Pillow/ Pillow Talk*
Your continuation
And grinding on my pillar
Is quite intoxicating and familiar
As you morsel and gnaw
On the pillow
Kissing your neck
For salutations
Glaring at the mirror
To gape
Our gestures and evolution
As I feel you
From the back
Making the shivers
On your spine
Mine
Amiable shudders
With enough spirit
To be as timeless
As lifetimes
How intimate and sweet
For my hand quivers
To feel you gingerly
With a temperate tongue
I feel your ambiance
In my lungs
Making my heart warm
Your eyes of innocence
Dwelling on the pillowcase
Captures your breathing
Mumbling murmurs
And empty stares
Fingertips providing therapy
To your scalp
Giving you a reoccurrence
Back to contentment
I never sever
This commitment
I lay you down
Just to help you
Get lifted
As I make sure
The fibers of your hair
Unwind
We align
With such desirable minds
Stroking on the
Justification of time
Your delicate scent
Is like air to me
The feeling is immaculate
This is our insistence
And if far from an accident
Or incident
I converse in your ear
So passionate
My majesty
Tell me what you desire
All you have to do
Is ask for it
Present me your test
And I will master it
For your wetness
I’ll fast for it
I’ll relish every drop
Pamper and sustain
The last of it
Lending the pillow
Your ear
Just so you can
Eloquently articulate my name
© 11.10.2008

*Our President Is Black*

Not my president or your president. OUR President!!!! The People's President. Everyone just doesn't know how thankful I am that my parents, grandparents, and grandmother are alive to see the first African American elected into office. All they have been through with racism and the civil rights movement, seeing Martin Luther King, JFK, and Malcolm X being assassinated. I could just imagine what this means to them, to see something like this in their lifetime. I feel like Christmas came early for all of us. If we don't get anything else in the holiday season we should be thankful for this. I just can't believe it and it feels so surreal. Thank God for leaving an window open for us to climb through to serve our purpose.....

*The Disciple*

*The Disciple*
As long as I
Cherish and never disregard
Your hand
I can march on water
I’ve just have to believe
And take heed
In his words
My hands sanctioned in prayer
Beckoning into the skies
Trusting that higher powers
Triumphs up there
And will rupture
The concretes of all evil
Living through
The manifestation of people
Until blessings emerge
The last shall be first
Is the most consecrated verse
You pulled me back
When I’m on the verge
Of losing my balance
Wise characters
Move in silence
Tired of waiting
In the wings
I’m going to become
My own pilot
The dawning paints suggestion
Upon my eyelids
Awakens me from reasoning
Gazes into my reflection
The man in the mirror
Is my worst pessimistic
Critic
To be detrimental
Or a heaven sent
With my lyrics
I chose to defend and converse
The living
I’ve found some way
To love
Amidst all this malice
These delicate hours
At any second
Any of us could break
This unjust and excessive weight
At times
Seems too much to take
To those I love
I give them their flowers
While they are alive
With refined senses
And their flesh
Is still ours
And before it becomes
An essence and inheritance
Of the ground
And belongings of the soils
The spoil
Swing at us
With a close fist
Empathy is foreign
The stone they throw
Are pouring
Like tears falling upon
These subliminal pores
Stand tall
Don’t let them see you
On all fours
That will only make them
Want to keep you done
Even more
We have to denounce
The doors
That has been slammed
In our faces
Just to follow in our
Future’s footsteps
We don’t room
For fault
We don’t have
An inch or foot left
The murderer of maliciousness
The seed I sowed
Across from still
And untroubled waters
Is killing war
©10.21.2008

*My Undying Secrecy*

She doesn’t know
That every day I remain
Hopeful
That I will kiss and sip
From her dearest lips
Until I’m no later sober
My tongue is perpetually eminent
To her name
Her everything resonants
In my veins
Yesterday torments
Are in the wind
To be something some beautiful
Sometimes I wish
My soul could
Splurge measureless
And priceless moments
Inside your skin
She warms up
The slumbers
Of my October
With her affection
Simply by just bowing
Her head on my shoulder
She’s taking my world over
Enshrining her new world order
Making my transition
To heaven shorter
When I need her
She’s there
My angel’s just
Around the corner
If I could
Present one last deed
In my last days
I would hold her
And then I would know
I have succeeded
In this life
The emptiness has depleted
Because of her generous allegiance
Preserve her weight
And support her
Will eradicate my torture
With her stance still intact
My superwoman’s saving me
From the horror
Of living a life
Without her
The thought is unspeakable
And atrocious
I petition against her departure
Time would seem motionless
And confined
Without her openness

©10.15.2008

*Business After Pleasure: Angela's Fantasy*

*Business After Pleasure: Angela’s Fantasy*

 

Korey stared into her eyes like he missed her. Angela said,” Is there something wrong Korey?” Korey replied, “By saying no I just lost my train of thought.” He could hear her endless whispers of her wetness. His thoughts still could taste the memories of his early morning fantasy. A figment of his imagination proclaimed his urges for Angela.

 

As Angela mentioned the priority of fulfilling the deadline for the special project. Her diamond sapphire locked accidentally unfastened falling from the comforts from her neck. Korey caught it before it even had a chance to touch the floor. A smile showered from her face. He handed it back to her. Korey said let me get that for you. She rose up her hair and Korey attempted to restore the locket back to its rightful place.

 

Her neck was absolutely lovely. It was submissive to desire. Her smell was a bare canvas desiring to be painted with eager kisses. Lips became anxious and submissive to desire. Her smell was immaculate. It made Korey wanted to kiss and breathe from every crevice of her. He was held captive to her scent. She had to excuse herself so she could get to her chores.

 

Angela’s Perspective

I wore a red blouse with a gray skirt with those white sexy heels. My ass looked damn good in this skirt. With my curve perfectly sculpted, I would be sure to turn heads. My clit still throbbing from playing hide go seek with my finger, early this morning. I damn near lost my finger for good. I needed someone to beat my pussy back into the Stone Age. How was I ever to concentrate when I had one thing on my mind? I guess the only way to do so is to prioritize business affairs before desired pleasures.

 

I returned back to my desk fumbling through my purse to find my phone and my keychain. I divided my legs and slid my keychain under my skirt. My rabbit keychain vibrator was the shit. Fuck America Express I never leave home with this. It saves lives. My pussy getting wetter from the anticipation. My vibrator hummed bliss all over my timid center.

 

Teasing my finger with my substance of wetness. A vibrator on my clit with one of my finger inserted inside of me. I was about to cheat my way to excellence. Testing how much that I could handle. I’m about to shower my chair with my creamy squirts of glory. Fondling myself with spirited dominance. Groping my ass cheek with my underhand. Caressing it until I satisfied the shape of my curve.

 

The thought of being caught accelerated my sex drive. Until I felt like I was on a head on collision with my eruption filled with enraged tremors. I sped my finger up as I grind patiently on my humming vibrator. Leg started to shake until I almost fell out of my chair. I grabbed the desk to brace myself for an enormous outburst of pleasure. I hugged the desk as I released my angelic droplets into the atmosphere. Filling my chair with utopia’s flash flood. Damn that shit felt good.

 

I had to wait a moment or two before I tried to stand. My legs where feeling undependable and unstable. I reclaimed my panties from the floor and put them back on. A notification popped up on my desktop’s system tray. A client emailed me and needed me to fax them some details pertaining to our future ventures. My high was starting to subside and I began to gain back my equilibrium. I journeyed to the copy room so I can sort the manuscripts in a professional matter.

 But ecstasy was still staggering my mind. I felt somebody grab my ass and murmur to me, I SAW YOU.” I felt myself being lifted up and placed on the copier. Before I knew it Korey was going down on me as I straddled the force of his unbearable tongue. He said I can’t believe you were going to let that good cum good to waste we definitely can’t have that.

 

His taste buds seem to be famished and I had just the remedy to replenish his taste. He addressed my elation’s envelop with love and care, courtesy of his avid and depleted tongue. I press his head down further to pacify the hunger of his taste buds. It was hard for me to keep still and I neglectfully press the buttons on the copy machine to make copies. It captured the artistry of out sex.

 

Korey’s head in between in my thighs like he was studying my scripture and reading from my book of love. The vibrations from the copier and Korey made me shudder all over. I felt myself getting warmer as I consoled my erected nipples with my hands and massaging them with my tongue one by one. As I was doing this Korey saw what I was doing and proceeded to cradle my breasts until it became one.

 

He blessed them with gracious kisses. I couldn’t help it but tell him to put that dick in me. He entered me energetically until I entirety simulated convulsion. His magnificent erection expanded and disperses my opening with compelling intensity. I talked shit in his ear, “Keep making this pussy yours. “You better fuck this good pussy like it deserves to be fucked and tear this shit up.”

He moaned back with agreement pinning my legs apart to further his penetration. I grinded back to fulfilled the ending of him. He was about to make me cum but I wasn’t ready to cum yet. I told him to get off of me and pushed him away from me.

 

He was no longer inside of me. The loneliness of his unaccompanied dick seduced the atmosphere. I lend over the edge of the copier, where his hardness resides and took him into my mouth. I used no hands. He stood up proud to let me know he wasn’t ashamed of what we were doing. I gagged and engulfed his being with my vocalic harmony. I sanctioned my signature of love on his restless throbbing. Until his throbbing became apart of me and I made it my very own. I cupped his manhood as my lips captivated the length of his shaft.  I made it a routine and it became united with my mouth over and over again.

 

I patted my pussy to keep it stimulated. Damn he was hard; he was too big to take all if him inside my mouth. But I tried anyway relentlessly and stubbornly. He said," Damn woman are you are trying to suck the life out of my core. I took him out of my mouth and stroked him tenderly as I cracked a sexy smile. He caressed my ass and let his fingers ravish though the linings of my pussy. Spreading my silky essence with gratifying intentions of the fulfillment to come. My jaws were filled with his hardness that dwelled on forever like generations. I savored his being until he lavished the deserts of my tongue with sweet alleviation.

 

Together we turned this workplace into a breeding ground of seduction. I had my eye on the break room, which was quietly tucked away right outside the copy room. I surrendered him from my delectable cheeks. I indulged in his gift to me, as I lead him to the table. I positioned my knees on the surface of the table, until my posture formed an inviting stance. With one hand griping the table, I use the other one to palm my ass cheek to open my passageway that was awaiting his entrance.

 

He stroked himself to keep his hardness new. I grabbed him and put him in that special place, where he wanted to be. I worked myself on his length in a backwards fashion. Nearly paralyzing him where he stood. His knees started to buckle, for leverage he placed his hand on my shoulder. Squeezing the shit out of it until it became numb. Heating my flesh up even more with a domineering touch. I was now enslaved in the bondage of each thrust. And they flourished through me leaving my composure in questionable shambles.

He was waist deep in me, intertwined in my yearning. He restrained my hands behind my back, I convulsed with each melodic stoke. Forcing me to stand on the tip of my toes and bounce effortlessly. He made a slave of my body with the mastery of his technique. If it wasn’t for him holding me up, it would be impossible for me to stand on my feet. When you fucked a woman until she can’t stand, that’s when you know that you have fucked her good.

He loosened the pressure around my arm until I was finally free. I was a little fatigued from the gratification. Before I even had a chance to breathe, I swept back off my feet. His arms hugged my hamstrings as held me upward, beating my walls down. He stared in my eyes; his gazes fucked my soul spoiling it with appreciation and the bliss of his passion. He palmed my cheeks to keep them spread.

He was putting my vibrator to shame. My vibrator couldn’t hold me like this, eat the bottom out of my pussy, or beat my back in until I’m crippling to my knees. My body became his playground as I slid into him, he rocked me back and forward with his stroke. I became his sex swing. He spun my entire body 180 degrees like a merry-go-round until my head was facing the crown of his dick. I graced it with the kingdom of my mouth. My tongue and jaws unveiled it’s showering of worship.

He forced his face into me until he could hardly breathe. His breathing wept on my clit, enticing my pussy to come. I saluted his efforts with my cream. My ankles arching as I took him down my throat in constant successions until his magnificent erection was no more. 

He place me gently on my feet, we kissed like we were trying to consume the taste from our once sex drenching lips. He rubbed his hands across my responsive pussy lips; I shied away from the contentment. He smelled his fingers to cherish my valued scent. He smiled and said thanks for making my day. I thought the same thing I just couldn’t reciprocate the feeling and words from the exhaustion I felt.

I watched him walk away. I began to collect my clothes. I found everything but my panties; I couldn’t seem to retrieve them. I clothed myself and headed home. I slept serenely thanks to Korey.

I arrived at work the next day and an envelope was waiting for me in my chair. There was no return address or anything on it. I opened it and on the inside were a rose and a note. The note read I thought you could use these.  My lace panties were tucked comfortably on the inside of the large envelope. The thought of our rendezvous flooded all of my senses like a strong repressed memory. My vibrator seemed so obsolete to Korey. I would never look at it or Korey the same ever again….

 

 

 

 

*Vote And Do Yourself Justice*

With America facing historic debt, multiple war fronts, stumbling health
care, a weakened dollar, all-time high prison population, skyrocketing
Federal spending, mortgage crises, bank foreclosures, etc. etc., this is an
unusually critical election year.

Let's look at the educational background of the candidates and see what
they bring to the job:

Obama:
Occidental College - Two years.
Columbia University - B.A. political science with a specialization in
international relations.
Harvard - Juris Doctor (J.D.) Magna Cum Laude

Biden :
University of Delaware - B.A. in history and B.A. in political science.
Syracuse University College of Law - Juris Doctor (J.D.)

vs.

McCain:
United States Naval Academy - Class rank 894 out of 899 (meaning that, like
George Bush, McCain was at the bottom of his class)

Palin:
Hawaii Pacific University - 1 semester
North Idaho College - 2 semesters - general study
University of Idaho - 2 semesters - journalism
Matanuska-Susitna College - 1 semester
University of Idaho - 3 semesters - B.A. in journalism

Now, which team are you going to hire to lead the most influential nation
in the world?

Please send this information to your friends and colleagues who vote!
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*When Two Souls Touch*

*When Two Souls Touch*

As much as I

Love expressing my love

Through us making love

Right now

I would just rather

You hug

Me

Through the night

My hand cuddling

Your calf

Your hand sheltering my abs

With traces of your fingertips

Kissing you

While you laugh

With shyness

You will never know

The bitter fate of tears

Hands atoned and wedded

Crowning your hair

With esteemed kindness

Dabb-ling

On my heartbeat

Unraveling

This array of butterflies

That I feel for you

I could spend a day

Just gapping

Into my lover’s eyes

Oversees and is swaying

On sublime

Take heed to my breath

As your head rests

And solaces my chest

It feels like summertime

It’s my endowment to you

Sometimes

I wish I could

Be with you

Reveling in your acceptance

While we are alone

Not doing anything

Just taking pleasure

In each other

Wanting your time

And being commendable

For this duration

Of the night

That I wish was forever

You become my woman

As both our souls

Congregate together

© 9.16.2008

*Ur Body's Soulmate*

*Ur Body’s Soulmate*

If you chose

To step in this room

You won’t be sorry

You will be privileged with

Thankfulness and amends

Is assured

The consonance of my foreplay

Is at the mercy

Of my diligence

Inadequacy and impotency

 Will be cured

It’s my policy

Just take my hand

And follow me

Crafting our sex diary

Articles of attire

Are a fruitless novelty

Make me your body’s priority

Abbreviating your clitoral sleeve

Because I believe

In the prodigy

Of your cream

Say that you don’t want

Me to leave

Verbalize how it feels

Entrust me with your body

Think highly

Of my ability

Browse into my eyes

And admire me

As I display my humility

Douse me with humidity

Resentful neighbors

Will have to beg us

To stop making love

Hold your legs up

Until they become

An anklet of heaven

I sprinkle them

With the petals of my kisses

I hold them dear to me

I’ll make you

A beggar of my affection

You ask me for more

Persuasion

Lushes

With each sampling

Hammering pleasure

To your walls

Molded to your fixture

Until you get the picture

That I’m a much

Needed addition

To your equation

Of love

Being inside of you

Turns into my second nature

It feels too amazing

Your physical’s flashflood

Enthralling my brainstorm

Mentally

You can ride me

To rest your gentle feet

Turbulently

Or gently

Broadens us spirituality

Your impending peak

Is befriending me

When I put my all in

Euphoria will start calling

Eventually

It’s inevitable

Leave you floating

Like the ground

Never knew

The demeanor of your toes

I’ll go deeper

So you can fondle

My improvement

Our congruence

Is never losing

Its stride

Comely pulsation

Inside of a poised movement

© 9.4.2008

*Love Maker *

*Love Maker*

Love Maker

Fantasy chaser

The eraser

Of your longing’s deprivation

Your nectar coursing

From concentration

Your facial insinuations

Gives me confirmation

Suggesting

That you are swaying

Towards elation

Without any delaying

Exemplified in your creation

An esteemed and eminent orientation

Personable shudders

On fleshly crowns

Is a noble occasion

Fruition spreads

Lavishly though your mound

Because of the potency

Tongue stutters

Vastly in crevices

So eloquent-ly

Flavor excellence

Savor elegance

The throbbing below

Beating with prevalence

Lungs utter

For precious pants of air

To breathe

It’s hard for you

To conceive it

Mentally

I’m responsible

For giving pleasure its identity

Assuring your need

Denuding sheets

With piercing teeth

Eyes receding in disbelieve

© 8.21.2008

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*While You Were Sleeping*

*While You Were Sleeping*

Reaching out for you

While you were sleeping

Blossoming and polishing evenings

Until they become your season

I don’t need any

Apparent reason

To tell you that

I love you

Sanctifying the crowning

Of my pillow

With your queenly hair

I part it from your eyes

Romanticize

Your forehead with a novel kiss

Holding you has me

Feeling opti-mistic

Laying with you

I wouldn’t miss it

For the world

If my name was to

Be rejoiced on your lips

While you were sleeping

I would be there

In an charitable instance

Touching you with

Flawless and desirable persistence

And making and difference

In your existence

Serving this proposition

With preservation

As an undying service

I’m under your sentence

I’m your air

Be my dependant

Deathless stares towards you

Beautifies my vision

The thought of you

Made an incision

In my mind

Us resting on pillowcases

Face to face

Portioning our thoughts

I need your wisdom

As my desert

Ration as food for thought

Welcome a thousand cutlasses

Through my heart and tongue

Before I ever make you hurt

Give you my heart

That’s under this shirt

Just so I

Could be the first

To see your face

In the morning

Would be anew anointing

© 7.29.2008

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