Cheryl 'Sublime Poetess' Faison
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This next featured artist exudes a great passion for written expression. She is the author of "The Poetress: Writing Love Letters" Introducing.....Renee Cryer.....
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This next artist I am greatly thrilled to introduce is the author of the highly acclaimed release titled "The MaritalPosition". With a truely extraordinary flare for erotica, she is a true literary phenom......Introducing Kenya Nushen
My other heart's mission is to teach. Erotica gains people's attention, so I use it to do so. As of now my characters are mainly African American because I feel we need to build up the perception of ourselves the most but I plan to branch out into more interracial relationships in my next books. There is absolutely nothing wrong with being with the person who truly loves and accepts you no matter their race.
In my work I present real people. I know that this genre can tend to be very fantasy driven and for good reason, but my desire is for my readers to see the fantasy as achievable in their own relationships, particularly marriages. So when I say 'real' people I mean you will find characters with cellulite, receding hairlines, crooked teeth, little pot bellies etc. I don't want them to dream of other people or the characters in the story.
As a writer I feel I have a responsibility to my readers to give them something of substance, something attainable along with their desire to be entertained. I believe it is a gross misuse of my gift to continue to fill their minds full of that which will have a very slim chance of coming true and also sets them up for disappointment and heartache. I want people, men and women, to turn their minds, eyes, desires and hearts to what they see every day, i.e. imperfect husbands, imperfect wives, imperfect people. That's what's real and that's what their hopes should be pinned on.
Once it was that entering into marriage and the mingling of families was not taken lightly. There was grooming, finances and plans involved for the greater good of future generations. I would like to see that happen again on any scale possible. And so my work also reflects the importance and beauty of love and marriage.
There is a tide of information and articles on divorce and women and young people choosing to not get married. I'd like to do my part in countering that tide with why the institution of marriage still has an incredibly pertinent place in our society. The right familial connections build strength in a community and therefore a nation. In essence I want people to come for the erotic heat and passion but stay for the love, forgiveness and work it takes to sustain a relationship.
The Sahara would lower its eyes in deference to my condition
Moving stirs sand storms and withering epidermis
Softness has flown from my lips, my tongue devoid of moisture
And the sun has set on my sweet drink to none but a drop
So that even the dry bones gasp
Only a monsoon can restore what once I was
Cum cover me Dark sky
Bring the Thick Thunder
Bring the Long Lightning
Stretch the proffered brown horizon to the breaking point
Rain down infinite moist kisses
Rain down a million wet licks
Rain down unending ejaculate
Cum absorption, cum taste, cum hunted revival
Turn my stone dryness
Into rainforest wet abundance
The weather was blah, muggy, dull, and damp; there was no relief in sight. I drove home feeling melancholy but ready. I was ready for whatever else to go wrong for that day to finish going wrong. I was relieved my four tires hit a parking space close to my apartment door. I took a deep breath and was greeted by huge, slow, sticky raindrops that fell onto me. I turned my key to enter the lobby a voice said: "I've been waiting. I don't like to wait." My eyes searched the left and right side of me to discover that the man's tone came from behind me. Barely able to see his reflection through the glass double doors I moved forward. He remained behind me. Determined not to appear shaken, I walked gingerly to the metal elevator. His hand reached around me from behind and pushed the up button. His hands were large and had leather gloves on them.
I heard shifting behind me and I felt his warm dry body press up against me. My nerves were rattled by the loud voice of the elevator. "Level 1: first floor lobby". The feminine electronic voice prompted. When the doors closed I stood next to a statuesque frame that took off his gloves and peered down at me. He was always aloof. I never knew what to expect.
He grabbed me and turned me towards him. My stomach had an even harder time containing its butterflies. He touched my face and slid his fingertips along the sides of my neck and then to the collar of my shirt. Pop,pop,pop! I took a step back and some of the butterflies escaped me. "The elevators have cameras." :I uttered.
"I don't care who sees what I do to you." Feeling my cheeks become warm and my face flush was of no matter now. I leaned forward on my toes and pulled his neck toward my mouth so I could do what I had wanted to. I traced the line of his jaw with my tongue. Simultaneously I felt his hands slide from off my shoulders and hold me a hell of a lot better than my bra ever could.
My lips were warm with anticipation...so were his. Before I had a chance to exhale we were on the penthouse floor. The pleasuring of my senses was interrupted by the elevator door opening and unnecessary electronic announcement. With a strong arm he grabbed my jacket in a flash and pulled me off the elevator. Man-handled, I stumbled behind clumsy and eager! He didn't look back at me. His long arm became a leash and I became a playful puppy lapping behind.
The lighting in the stairwell hurt my eyes at first. The pounding of our footsteps made an echoing racket that bounced around in my ears like lottery balls. A cool breeze greeted us as we slid from up the stairs and through the doorway. The hard concrete woke my feet back up and distracted me from a new skyline comprised of grey achy clouds and the lake. I looked down. Just to see how small the tops of the other buildings were that surrounded us and the city.
Shit! I felt myself spinning and clasped his wrist for dear life! I was slapped with a passionate kiss. We began peeling thru layers of our clothes. Soon his scent disappeared in the rain along with mine. I pushed him to the ground and tried to suck the life out of his hard dick. I ripped the condom wrapper with my teeth then my hair became stashed in his palms! My jaws were ready to fall off! It got good to him. I could tell. He tried to pull me up to him. His thighs were moving side to side in an effort to regain control of what was happening to him. I seized the moment to get further on top of him. I lifted one leg while I was on all fours and leaned back into solid strong rhythmic strokes. His hips rose and fell under me. I rocked back and forth, I got wetter he went in deeper. I tried to grip all that he was giving me back with every muscle I owned but he knew what he was doing and kept giving it to me. My thighs were burning but I couldn't break free from the trance this dude had me in.
It was so good going in and out my body had a mind of its own. I couldn't slow down. The back of my bra clung to my skin. His two hands were strapped to my ass. He sprung forward into me his moist heat sank into my chest. His teeth softly tugged on my nipples, his breath drying me off a little. Overcome, I fell even more into him; my arms and lower back became heavy.
Slap! My palms gave a hi-five to the cemented coarse rooftop. There I was frozen in shock. I just went haywire on someone I had only seen a few times in passing. I didn't even know his name, just the magnetism that whipped through me when we were in each others presence for a brief second.
Still in shock I hopped off him onto my side. How cliché' would I sound if I said: "I don't do things like this." or some other line? But in this instance it was the truth. One night stands: we've all had whether we admitted it or not, but this? I rolled onto my back still panting. My hand held to my forehead...
While searching for something for me to say, my legs were flung open.
My clit was invited to a party courtesy of a wickedly divine tongue! "Mmmmmmm...." wormed its way past my lips. My eyes closed. I bit my bottom lip, my abs trembling from the rpm's this beast possessed. Before I knew it I was swimming backwards. The soles of my feet grinding into 1/2 inch pond developing on the roof top. My screams were covered by thunder and harder rain falling.
Next thing I know ... My head was down and my hips were up in the air! And I was being drilled into like a million dollar construction project. All I could do in response was holding my ankles and take this beating my pussy was gettin' like a champ! It was hard and it hurt, it hurt so… good. My mouth fell open but no sound could come out. My eyes rolled up and my eyelids shut like new window blinds. He came. And fell on top of me and looked sexy doing it too.
We looked at each other. I had no clue what kind of expression I had on my face. A few minutes past and we got up. Neither one of us spoke. I didn't have to ask him if it was worth his wait, because it was. I didn't know what to say but somehow I knew that neither one of us necessarily did. We said what we wanted to without words.
Dressed in cold drenched clothing with my ruined shoes clutched in my hand, we went back downstairs; silently this time. I lead the way back. The hall lights were on and the narrow tunnel carpet on the floor was soothing. I placed my hand on the wall and dropped my shoes to slide them back on. Our fingers touched for a second and we left them there and looked at each other. It seemed like a while before the elevator arrived. Our attraction was still there simmering.
The elevator door opened and we stepped on. I put my head down because I didn't want to ruin what transpired and I wasn't able to find words to say. I pushed the button to my floor. As the elevator doors began to open he pulled my hair back and kissed me softly. I got off the elevator in disbelief over the last hour or so that just went by. I turned around and we stood and faced each other as the elevator door closed.
’Rain Delay’ a short story from the book Verbal Portraits by