Featured Artist

This next artist I am proud to introduce, comes with impeccable wordplay as he provides renditions of total mind stimulation.  Once you get a dose of this erotic flow, you will be longing for more.... sooo Ladies....Brace yourself as you indulge....relax .....as he blesses you with his gifted pen.....

Tremell Stevens

I am ~God~Fearing ~Humble a ~Poet ~Activist ~Father ~Brother ~Son ~Friend ~Servant ~Writer ~Mentor~ ME~! I've been writing for 23 yrs...both erotic poetry and erotic short stories. Born and lived in Topeka, KS until the age of 12, then spent the last 27yrs in Virginia. At the end of the day, I want my talent to inspire and speak for itself~Tremell Stevens 

http://myrealityspeace.blogspot.com/

Continuation of Relations

Heterosexual meetings with perpetual ideas of taking it easy 

No stress on sex, nor the flesh I'm playing it cool as if it's breezy 

But then of course, mental intercourse, physically changes the perspective 

And I search to find that sweet spot as if I have a habit of being selective 

Respective gestures, no pressure, just letting it flow, freely as a feather in the wind 

Sexual thoughts become evident, as our expressing show to be more identical than twins 

Lend me your body, as I tame the naughty, while going in head first 

Disregard my eyes as I enter between your thighs trying to quench my thirst 

Verse, is the sound of us two people mating 

Succumbing to the lustful actions, while relaxing your muscles for penetration 

Aching this this sense of hope that your mind is open to my elaborate confidence 

And knowing that your ego isn't too big to let me claim my dominance, 

So as I sex you through context, my concept is less complex 

And I seek to explore your mental which means its beyond just 

Physical intercourse, so then of course I'm sending for the deep roots of satisfacton

The physical and mental state between thrust that exceed passion 

Combined to entertwine with the wonderful feelings of attraction 

While holding the weight of knowing great, lift your spirits as if you maxing

Asking...........Whose is it, 

Cause dude didn't last long enough to groove in it 

Not to mention she say his head game was lame and couldn't last past two minutes 

So when she hit me with the words, "Sex is overrated" I kinda got offended

Cause mami, I beats it up, gentle and rough, like I'm tryna put a bruise in it 

Wooooooooooo..........Should I slow it down cause folks around 

And know the sound of exactly what's going down 

Or should we give them some entertainment, like we famous 

While my ego is being fed a full course meal, as you tell the neighbors what my name is 

Giving you that stainless, still(steel) piping and it's painless 

Putting you in the sky, so high, you'n even need to ask where the mary jane is 

Shameless.......................is the mind 

When, thinking and speaking of this grind 

Not the hustle but the muscles, that relax and tense up when I'm touching your spine 

Continuation of Relation, leads to many moments of lustful makings 

And love, of this drug, that feeds my addictive illustrations 

So as I put away this pen, until we anxiously meet again 

I allow the moments of waiting patiently, dictate that time when 

The flow of her ink, reaches my vein, and drives my blood flow insane 

And dehydrations, of love making, just leave my sexual thoughts to remain!

Anointing of my Queen's Goodness

Allow me to bang on your drum & 

The vibrations of the percussions 

To stimulate your soul 

While my fingers slide passed flood gates 

Entering your temple & 

Exploring its halls, 

Reading the writings on the walls

Pointing me to treasures so deep, 

The gods envy me 

because they could not reach it...

Were not sanctified enough 

To carry this burning torch 

To your Gem & 

Light a fire within you, 

Setting you ablaze, 

Awakening screams that originate from 

The pit of your stomach &  reverberates on your vocal cords 

In high enough volumes for the heavens to hear 

After traveling within your cavern & 

Tasting the nectars that were stored here, 

Waters flow, dousing flames of desire, 

Spilling onto grounds made holy by the pureness of your essence & 

Drowning me in its righteousness, 

Anointing me with your blessings

Humbled because you chose me

I gather up as much of your riches as I can & 

Swallow them whole 

Then bow to you in all your greatness 

Thank you my queen 

For allowing me to explore the depths of your empire, 

Walk the grounds of your queendom &

Feast on your forbidden fruit 

I can now die happy....

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This next artist is a real privelege to have her featured. She comes equipped with a bold, sexually charged delivery. These two selections featured is definitely a must read so indulge yourself, you are most certainly in for a treat.

Kira Henderson

Kira Henderson discovered her love for poetry when she found a collection of Nikki Giovanni's works on the shelf of her Middle School library.  She immersed herself in the readings of Nikki, Maya, Langston and every other Black American poet she could find.  The day she picked up a pen and wrote her very first rhyme her world would be forever changed.  Kira writes poetry that challenges the readers thought process with her clever metaphors and battles the heart with her passionate outlook on love.

THE SITUATION 

We do not like each other 

We cannot hold a conversation 

aside from polite formalities 

but 

ooooooooooooooooh 

I love when he's in my ear 

talkin dirty to me 

I can't stand to be in his same space 

I can't bare the orgasmic shock-waves 

when I sit on his face 

He strategically 

places me 

on top of his dick 

and explores with his hands 

every inch 

of my thick 

I glide across his hips 

and kiss the tip 

with wet pussy lips 

He flips me over 

and takes control 

my walls 

pulse 

and flex 

and grab hold 

tongues swirling 

toes curling 

muscles clenched 

sweat drenched 

Now it's time for him to go 

there is no room in my bed 

for him to rest his sleeping head 

Because we do not like each other 

- we just love to fuck.

IN THE FITTING ROOM

I

would look

so good

on

you

arms

draped

around your neck

shining

brighter than a black diamond

Jesus piece

fingertips

graffitting

your

chest

with

invisible tattoos of my name

my lips

covering

your bare skin

with the warmth of a cashmere sweater

my legs

slipped

around

your waist

gripping

steamy

sweat

swiped in the small

of

your

back

My body

perched

on

your

hips

tense

stiff

collapsing onto you

melting

into

you

soft breasts

brushing

lightly

across your face

My love

creamy

and white

flowing down

your

brown

thighs

I would

feel so good

taste

so good

I would

look

so good

on you.

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This world renown published poet/author has an amazing story. He is the author of "A Kings Genetic Memory: The Royal Inspiration."  For those interested in purchasing a copy of this highly acclaimed title.  All purchasing info will be provided in the "Author's Corner" section of this site.

Craig Pinckney Refour

Mr. Craig Pinckney Genetically Inspired Renowned Poet and Inspirational Educator. Born and raised in Daytona Beach Florida, he is currently 29 years old.  Mr. Pinckney discovered his passion for writing poetry while in his adolescence. Realizing the power behind words, Mr. Pinckney previously a Staff Sergeant of the United States Army decided to exit and pursue writing full time. With much hard work and dedication he has proudly published worldwide his first book of poetry, titled “A King’s Genetic Memory; The Royal Inspiration”. Mr. Pinckney’s poetry is working towards a more colossal size goal, his mission is to build, inspire, and motivate society as a whole. He wishes to place before them a more natural inspirational way for them to view life. He is currently working on his next two books, as well as building his writer’s resume with entrances into many of the poetry contests around the world.

www.Kingsmemory.com

www.akingsgeneticmemory.com

www.CraigPinckneyRefour.com

Mind Seduction

Be seduced with my mind & my hands will follow. Intellectual spectacle of redefined mental ecstasy. Cast your emotions upon my sea of provocative thoughts, & bare witness to the naked facts. Standing immensely under my shadow of brain power, placing a tremble inside the rise between both thighs. Can you read? Because It's Extremely Important for your Eyes to Follow every Word of my scripted pages, sand sentences & liquid statements. Who stands before, or under you loves to learn only your tests of time in the most strangest ways. When all is said and done, your multiple mental orgasms shall be confirmed under my power.

                                                                    

 Craig Pinckney ReFour © AKGM 2011

Orgasms 

They are pressed firmly against my chest. The way you have me pent down She happens to rest on my thigh and I can feel Her drip down my leg. I can assume you’re Ready. Using your tongue, teeth and lips you place a few sweet words in my right ear. By now my rod is throbbing in a constant up and down motion. Both of your hands squeeze the base of my neck to release my weekly tensions. Your body starts to have a reaction to the pheromones and your breathing picks up strong. Finally unable to be without me any further you reach down to grab the amazing to end the foreplay. Just below the rim and your heart skips a beat as I can actually feel it do so. Quickly, you have an instant shortness of breath as you slide down for what seems like minutes. You have all of me expanding the walls of your world over and over again. Loud and uncontrollable your screams press against our bedroom walls as we lose count and ourselves in the moment. Leave me unfound..

                                                                         

Craig Pinckney ReFour © AKGM 2011

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This next artist I am very proud to feature is a poet from Nigeria. A brilliant talent by far, indulge yourself as he captures the true essence of beauty and sensuality with his written word.

Dike dyke Williams

       BIO:

Dike Dyke Williams was born in Lagos, Nigeria. He has been a Poet for more than five years and has published his works in journals and online. He is a Staff Writer and Marketing Executive with Unique Family Magazine in Lagos.

     A recipient of literary awards and certificates in creative writing.

   facebook.com/ddykewilliams.

And such menacing

Dominion, is you

Harmattan;

Coveting, and touching

With strong naked touch

Of nature.

Unclothing the great

Iroko and the giant trees:

Flogging the Baobab

To beg few drops renewed.

Hammering the seeds of

The seedling-trees, and the

Oil-bean, until music is

Heard in the afternoon.

You drink dry

The streams, and

Slim the Niger.

You kill the song

Of the bird.

From her mouth you

Take her song, because

You have come to sing

Your song.

Like conjuring witch,

Conjure you the king

In his domain; you rain

Your hand until his hand

Too frail to command

His scepter.

You rob his regalia

When you return from

Far country.

Convulsing the Warrior

And his pride, until

He heals himself

With hot- bath, when

You poison cold morning.

O! Harmattan,

The warrior that worries

The Warrior.

You send the farmer

Borrow long suffering, and

Waiting because you

Have cursed the womb

Of the earth.

White clouds have

Brought down, and

Eyes will not see the

Future, because you

Smoke-screen us impaired.

Afric’s  celebrity, when

Again will you show

Your face?

AFRICAN WOMAN

African Woman,

Ebony like black diamond

Expensive bargain for mint.

Woman who walked miles

The sun and held life’s

Fire with smiles.

African Woman,

Black Tigress, who

Opened the dew of

The morning sky, and

Rained nested honey

To sweet away Afric’s sores.

African Woman,

Strong like Tigress;

You remain in your

Eternal charm!

Dancing untired the

Classic rhythm of the TomTom,

And, surrounded with beating

TomTom before the strong

Beat on skin-back.

African Woman,

Resilient Lioness of

Wild house: like a

Hunter you shot us to

Pride,

And we fight life

With strange strength.

African Woman,

Strong like Tigress;

Enlist in Queen Idia’s

Scroll, and published

In sun-baked Amina’s

Annals.

African Woman, black

Warrior who held her

Husband drink from

The lion’s den.

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This next artist that I am honored and thrilled to feature. She is a writer and performer of erotic poetry. I am happy that she could bless this page with her ink.  Take a ride with Genesis as her passionate flames bleed from the pages.

Wendy Daniels/Genesis

My name is Wendy Daniels but my pen name is Genesis .I am from baton rouge, louisiana. I am 37 years old and I've been writing poetry for thirty years. It wasn't until one  year ago that I performed my first spoken word piece on stage in new Orleans and since then I've been hooked. I write all types of poetry but my favorite is erotic poetry, it's just so beautiful to me. I'm the founder of Natural Sistaz of Baton rouge, a natural hair support group as well as the empowerment and solidarity of women. And someone once asked a fellow poet of mine by the name of Mystique, " why did you choose to be a poet and her reply was poetry just chose me"! My thoughts exactly.

Have I blown your mind?

Have I blown your mind... since your intelligence is in your head... In a much lower region..The way you work it , is genius.. But I'm the master teacher, rewarding you with a warm, wet mouth and tickling your fancy with the tip of my tongue.

Then I blew the breath of life into you and purified and rejuvenated your soul.

I just love the way you think, and how you begin to penetrate in and out and up and down...and navigate your way inside my love tunnel... You follow the curves to the left and to the right, making your destination to that glorious spot that makes my back arch, my toes curl, and me Cumming with the thunder. Then right next to it you find your spot. You conquered that territory, marked it, and planted your flag of victory there.

You sensually stroke my secret garden , as well as my ego, cause the oral fixation and wild copulation is sooo...good you concentrated on the clit and made the rain come down ferociously....and don't you forget your  love juice is beneficial...  Giving me a healthy dose of my daily allowance.

And as you put in that love stick , just like a vice grip, I get tighter,& tighter,& tighter all around you,  in the perfect mold we fit together, as we are joined for a lifetime.

In a state of euphoria... we both go into a deep, comatose sleep.

Then after you drop that bomb ass orgasm on me , I dreamt about it and I woke up in the proverbial monsoon , totally saturated, and satisfied...you are the perfect image of my wet dream cause you put your thang down with authority!

Just like a king cobra being mesmerized by a snake charmer , these lick able  candy walls .. had you in a trance...

 it had your ass crip walking and bank head bouncing  in your sleep.

so answer this one question, did I blow your mind? Cause you blew mine, and  I can still feel the heat from your breath!!!

So let's get 6 and 9 together and blow each others minds simultaneously until we erupt again and again and our thoughts are floating in the cosmos..

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I am very excited about this next featured artist. This is a man who possess many talents.  A brilliant mind with a gift with the pen.  He is a writer of poetic expression as well as some of the hottest short stories which I am a huge fan of.  I not only consider him a colleague but a dear friend of mines as well.  Dive in and do enjoy!

Gerald R. Johnson Jr./Damien Darke

http://darkerealmentertainment.yolasite.com/writings.php

Greetings and Salutations…

My name is Gerald R Johnson, Jr. and my other is named Damien Darke… together we have found a literary bonding which we have been working on and attempting to perfect for most of my life. I've been reading and writing from a young age, found my love for fantasy in elementary school and actually wrote my first full book at the age of 16 – of if I could find all of that one Id love to read it again.

I have a love for writing, writing keeps me attuned to what’s going on in and around me. I don’t have one particular thing that inspires me to write, I honestly feel that writing keeps me inspired. It has always been there for me… that tireless friend who would give you their last; that is writing for me. The thoughts fill my head like a movie being played on a big screen and the pen and pad are my avenue of release. I write for the love of it. I am but a Storyteller… a Minstrel … a Spinner of tales placed here to entertain and that is definitely what I hope my stories do.

Currently, I am scheduled to release two new books here very soon. The first is titled Pitch Darke: the Poetic Chronicles of Damien Darke… this is a poetic journey into the Darke mind of My alter ego. Through our journeys we have lost and found love, we have carried the burdens of adulthood and we have ridden the roller coasters up and down tracks … this book gives insight into our world. From headaches, to woes, to love a little of it all is found there. I feel that it is a very passionate book.

The second book is titled Liquid Eroticism … this book I honestly feel is for everyone, well everyone Adult that is. It is a highly erotic, sexually charged book of short stories and poems. This is a book that the ladies can read and then find their significant other and voice out things to be tried, and fantasies to be lived out. On the same hand, fellas, you can take this book and read it to your lady, watch her get all charged up because you're reading such sexiness to her, and have a romantic night of delicious(yes I said “delicious”) passions that can be replayed over and over because hopefully the book will not get old. Create your own erotic interludes, and please remember; this erotica not porn because there is a difference.

I want to thank my friend Roberto Denaro Styles for allowing me a spot on his page… a great guy and a damn good author. 

 Dat Sweet Stuff

The sweet smell of

puss-aaaaaa…

Yes, I said it

And ended it with a “aaaaa”

‘Cus when you down in it

Nosing around it

You slip your tongue in it

And move around in it

You pull your head back and you give a throaty

“Aaaaaaaaaa”

And you know it

Licking your lips

And your

Mustache too

And if you gots a beard

Yea, you trying to lick that too

Nuzzle your face in

Tongue in deep

Your nose on that clit

Her hips are grinding

Your face is in the saddle

Your face she is a riding

Reach and grab them hips

Or she’s gonna ride away on you

Reach and find those nipples

Give them a pinch and a twist

Lick up and find that clit

Suck it and lick it like this

Mmmmm uuuuh

Mmmmm uuuuh

Yeaaaa, you’re all up in that

Puss-aaaaaaaaah

Say it with me

Pussss

Aaaaah

Yessss

You got her grinding and whining

You tongue is moving and grooving

And now she’s bucking

You’re tongue fucking

Her hand pushes at your head

You bite her clit

And I’ll be damned!

If she don’t stop

DEAD!

And then you hear it

Starting low

And then you feel it

Her thighs they tighten

Your head is trapped

Your tongue darts deeper

She’s dripping her sap

Her nectar

Her honey

Your face is covered

Ooooh Hells yes, her juices are running

And feel the vibrations of her

Cumming

Taste it again

Her cummming

Stretch it out as her screams of delight

Crescendo

Crest

Punctuating her pleasure with thrusts against your face

She’s cummmming

Taste her again

She’s cummmmming

Her hand releases your head

Her thighs let go of your face

You can finally open your eyes

Her cum all over the place

The sheets and you are wet with it

And all you can do is smile

Her head rolls around in lala land

And you linger between them thighs just a while

She’s dripping from her cooooochie

She’s dripping from your beard

Her smile tells the tale

As you lick on her clit and voice sounds a little frail

She’s done for the moment

The quiver in her thighs say so

She’s done for the moment

Her lips move silently saying please no mo

She’s done for the moment

And you

Well you’ve done your thang

But tell me

Whatcha gonna do now with that

Hard ass ding-a-lang?

Hahahahaha

A snippet from the story Bad…Very Bad – a short story found in the soon to be released book Liquid Eroticism

“OH, my god,” she barely said. “What is that?”

“Do you really want to know?” he teased as he looked around once more. Then taking her by the shoulders they walked away from the car with her hand still rubbing and squeezing on his growing dick.

The alley behind the gym where he worked out was empty of people and cars except for hers. Behind the building was a stack of old pallets and of course the dumpster and from what he could see it blocked off everything from the roads and the alley. He looked up at the few building surrounding the area and none had any windows looking down at where he was leading the gorgeous woman in his arm. She had him burning up, but this was nothing new since the first time he’d met her and now he was about to get what he’s been dreaming about.

“This will be perfect,” his voice was a low growl as he pulled her in front of him. “Now let’s have a really good look at you.”

She didn’t hesitate. Pulling her top and bra down over her breasts they came out to his grinning and salivating smile. His large hands took her large mammaries and squeezed them hard enough to make her moan. His hands slid back until his fingers grabbed her nipples and he pulled back, pinching and twisting watching her eyes glaze over as her flesh extended before he released. Her pussy gushed and she squeezed her thighs together hoping to keep from falling over.

Felicity stared at herself again in the mirror. Her breasts still ached, and her nipples were very tender as they scraped against the insides of the bra cups. Her legs trembled and she felt as if butterflies had been released into her stomach. How could I have let his happened, she wondered. Her mind was awhirl with the events that quickly followed, and she swallowed hard as her body remembered everything that was playing back in her head.

“On your knees, Baby,” his hands were on her shoulders pushing her down, and as she looked up he had pulled his jacket and shirt up with on hand and was reaching inside his sweats with the other.

Feeling almost impatient, Felicity reached up and pulled the sweats down over his hand and her eyes stretched in disbelief. Even as he held it in his large hands she couldn’t believe the size of it, and her mouth watered. How could she want something that looked like it belonged on some wild horse or donkey? But she did. Her hands took it from him, stroking it as she stared in amazement. She couldn’t even fathom a size, only that it was HUGE; so thick and so long … it was HUGE. The head alone held her fascination as her tongue slowly slipped between her lips and slid along the smooth helmet giving her first taste of taboo.

Thank God I’m on my knees, her mind said echoing as her tongue found the courage to slip all over the thickening phallus. Her body quaked with anticipation, her thighs pressed together tightly around the volcanic heat that was dripping from her pussy soaking her panties completely. Her mouth watered and filled with her saliva as she decided to finally take him into her mouth. What remained of her common sense tried to scream for her to stop, but it was drowned out by the elations of her lusts for this young man and the slab of beef she held in her hands.

His moans supercharged her. Her mouth was stretched to breaking as the head of his dick pressed in. Her small hands stroked at that which could not find way into her wetness, and from his gasps and moans and the jerks of his hips what she was doing was pleasing to him. Her mind reeled as she began bobbing her head back and forth trying to drive more of this massive piece of meat into her mouth. She gagged and choked and the saliva ran from her mouth and dripped down the side of her face, but she was determined to taste and take as much of him into her mouth as she could. His hands found the back of her head, and her fears of him trying to force his dick down into her stomach reared up, but were completely knocked down as she quickly relaxed the muscles of her throat.

“Holy fuckin’ shit,” he groaned, “what the fuck are you doing down there, Bitch?”

Again the word went straight to her pussy and she moaned around his dick as the head dropped into her wind passage. Her nose flared as he pulled back. She moaned again as she chased the dick and forced it back into her slender throat to the point of actually feeling it stretching and pressing against her neck. She swallowed hard and felt his body shake as she finally pulled back looking up at his face with watered eyes.

“You a bad lady, Mrs. Vann,” he said slowly pumping his dick into her mouth, “ain’t no other bitch ever tried to take my dick into her throat.”

She pulled back smiling as she licked her lips; saliva was dripping from the tip of his dick and from her chin landing on the front of her top. Somewhere in the back of her mind she could hear that little voice whispering, Do you know what you're doing, do you realize what he plans on doing to you? If she had been thinking rationally, she knows she would have jumped up and ran, but as it was her hands were steadily stroking on this black man’s big ass dick and her pussy was drooling for it.

“Look up at me, Baby,” his voice called her from that dark spot in her head that was trying to talk her out of what she really wanted to do, and she looked up. “You ready for me to get that pussy? I wanna stretch that lil white coochie to its breaking point.” 








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This is my next featured poet who writes a variety of poetic styles.  A truely extraordinary talent. Show your love for Karen Henderson-Rice

Kreative Works founder Karen Henderson-Rice

Karen Henderson-Rice founder of KReative_Works has been writing poetry for more than 20 years. Her blogs can be found on pillowpoets.ning.com/profile/KHRice. You may also follow her on Twitter @KReative_Works. She lives on the East Coast with 2 daughters.

I've Got To. . .

hear your sexy voice whisper "I love you" in my ear

which causes my heart to pound loudly in my chest

feel your hands gently caress my skin as love's fire

grows between my thighs; responding to the "need"

in yours

taste your sweet, full lips rendering me helpless as

I surrender to your overwhelming passion

see desire reflected in your eyes that mirror my own

open myself to receive your masculinity strong yet

gently pushing me into an abyss ecstasy - where tears are the only sound

shower you with my love like a cool, gentle rain on a hot Summer day

consuming you until we are no more

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This is my first featured artist Tina Wright. She is a very accomplished playwright who has a vastly unique writing style. Relax, indulged yourself as she takes you on a sensual journey. 

Tina Wright

                                                                                                                                       

My poetry website

http://tinaspoetryhaven.webs.com

About me it’s very simple , I love life, I love seeing the expression on peoples face when they read some of my work, I just love people and what else can I say..... As you read you will learn more about me. I have been writing for many years, along with being the Playwright for SoReal Productions, a company founded my myself and Chris Scott to put on productions that are uplifting to the community.  One of my plays was featured at the Washington DC Black Theater Festival, this past summer.

Even though I write plays, when I write Poetry it comes from my inner spirit and there is a feeling that can not be described when each piece of poetry is completed, so as you read my work, sit back and enjoy the ride. Many Blessing to you I can also be followed on Twitter: http://twitter.com/Misstee1120

It’s Time

I have never touched those smooth chocolate lips of yours that often appear in my mind. I often think of you and your chocolate skin and how it would feel against my body as we would experience moments of undying passion. I have waited what seems like a lifetime for this moment. This has been my dream for a very long time. Then that has day finally comes and I get to feel your lips on my lips and I get to feel your skin on my skin and, my body is just about at the breaking point and we have just gotten started. Then suddenly we are there and you ask me to wait, but I can’t. I’m trying so hard to contain myself and keep my love from exploding all over you, but it’s so very hard, since I have been waiting what seems like a lifetime for this moment, a dream I have played over and over in my mind a thousand times, and now it’s here and I’m about to just loose my mind and go into a place where I have never been before, a place that lovers have talked about and I have only dreamed about. He must have sensed my excitement as he kissed my neck and I moaned and my body is moving as if he had already entered my doorway to heaven for I was open and ready. He looked at me and smile and said” in time baby girl, in time”. At this point I could no longer speak, because if I did, I think the only thing that would come out would be “just “fuck” me right now”, so I just smiled back at him. I want so bad for him to touch me and kiss me all over , but I can’t speak, or is it that I won’t speak, or is that I’m scared to speak because I just don’t want this feeling to end. Once again he must have sensed my feelings because without warning he took my breast in his mouth and he gently caressed the other one with his hand and I entered another realm of pleasure as he continued making love to my breast and then he switched to make sure they received equal attention. My body was just about at the point of no return when suddenly I felt his manhood grow even more and I just didn’t understand that. As I grasp for air and he chuckled as if he knew what was going through my mind. All I could think was all of that was for me, and my body started aching even more. Then without warning I felt his manhood leave my leg where it was resting and it felt so good while I massaged him. As he placed his manhood inside of me, ever so gently I knew I was not going to be able to hold my love back it was going to come down like a waterfall, but oh how I tried, I wanted this moment to last as long as possible. This was the moment of truth he was inside of me and I was in another world, and everything was perfect in my world so perfect that a tear formed in the corner of my eye and rolled down my cheek. He looked at me and asked me “are you ok,”? Once again, I could not speak because I was in paradise. I looked at him and smiled and shook my head yes as my body arched to meet him each time. Then it happened I was going to explode and he knew it because I arched my body so he could go as deep as possible and he said “ baby please wait” I could barely catch my breath because all my love had come down at one time, I had finally reached that place far beyond the heavens. The only thing I had to say was oh baby, excuse me while I kiss the sky.

ROLE PLAYING

AS I WALKED ACROSS THE ROOM I COULD FEEL HIS EYES ON ME, THEY FELT LIKE BURNING FLAMES GOING THROUGH MY SOUL. I COULDN’T COMPLAIN BECAUSE IT WAS NO HOTTER THAN THE FEELINGS THAT I HAVE FOR HIM, THAT I WAS TRYING SO HARD TO HIDE AS I WALKED AND DID EVERY THING I KNEW HOW NOT TO ACKNOWLEDGE HIM. THIS WAS INCONCIEVABLE SINCE HE WAS TALL, PEACAN TAN AND OH, SO FINE. HIS SHOULDERS WERE STRONG AND WIDE, HIS ARMS WERE LONG AND MUSCULAR, HIS LEGS WERE LONG AND LEAN AND HIS EYES ARE A PERFECT LIGHT BROWN AND HIS SMILE LITE UP AN ENTIRE ROOM, SO TELL ME HOW YOU CAN WALK PASS THIS MAN AND NOT LOOK HIM, BUT THAT IS THE WAY HE WANTS TO PLAY TONIGHT. AS I CONTINUED TO WALK ACROSS THE ROOM, I MADE SURE THAT I SWAYED MY HIPS JUST A LITTLE MORE, AS I SMILED AT ANOTHER MAN THAT WAS CLEARLY INTRESTED IN SEEING WHAT I HAD TO OFFER... I FINALLY REACHED THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ROOM AND SUDDENLY I FELT A HAND SLIDING AROUND MY WAIST THAT GENERATED SUCH A BURST OF ENERGY THROUH OUT MY BODY THAT I ALMOST LET OUT A SCREAM OF EXTREAM PASSION, BUT ONCE AGAIN I HAD TO CONTAIN MYSELF. BEFORE I COULD SAY ANYTHING I FELT THE WARMTH OF HIS BREATH ON MY NECK AS HE BEGAN TO SPEAK IN MY EAR “YOU LOOK SO BEAUTIFUL TONIGHT” MY HEART WAS RACING AND MY BODY WAS FEELING LIKE IT WANTED TO RELEASE EVERY OUNCE OF LOVE THAT I HAD, I JUST WANTED TO EXPLODE AS HIS WARM BREATH STATURATED MY BEING. THE MUSIC STARTED AND I COULDN’T RESIST THE SOUNDS AND THE VIBRATIONS AND MY HIPS STARTED TO MOVE AND SWAY IN WAYS THEY HAD NEVER MOVED BEFORE. WITH HIS HAND STILL AROUND MY WAIST, HE BEGAN TO FOLLOW ME AND WE DANCED, AS IF WE WERE IN OUR OWN WORLD. IT FELT LIKE I WAS IN A TRANCE AS WE DANCED AND DANCED AS IF IT WERE A LIFETIME AWAY. AS WE DANCED SO CLOSE TO EACH OTHER I FELT HIS MANHOOD RISE TO THE OCCASION. AT THAT POINT I WAS READY TO JUST LET GO, YET WE WERE NOT ALONE. AS WE CONTINUED TO DANCE IN OUR OWN TRANCE, I FELT MYSELF WISHING THAT THE SONG WOULD GO ON FOREVER. BEFORE I KNEW IT HE GENTLEY KISSED ME ON MY NECK, AND AT THAT POINT MY BODY COULD NOT TAKE IT ANYMORE. I EXPLODED WITHOUT HIM BEING INSIDE OF ME. I COULD NOT CONTAIN MYSELF ANY LONGER. I LET A MOAN OF SATISFACTION THAT ONLY HE COULD HEAR, AND HE WAS PLEASED. THEN WITHOUT WARNING THE MUSIC ENDED AND WE HAD NO CHOICE BUT TO COME OUT OF OUR TRANCE, NEVER WANTING TO LET GO. HE TOOK MY HAND AND I FOLLOWED WITH A SMILE BECAUSE I KNEW IT WAS TIME TO GO TO THE OTHER SIDE.

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