Passion's Fruit

An Interview with Sable Jordan: How WHET is her Ink?

2011-08-01T15:12:00.002-04:00

As some of you may know I did an anthology not too long ago headed up by Ms. Sable Jordan...a lovely friend of my buddy Katlynne Lasalle. "Summer Heat" was compiled by Ms. Jordan and aside from her own sweet offering there was mine, Kat's and Perri Forrest's. You HAVE to read it. It's downloadable...it's FREE...and it's FIRE!

Here's a little sexy convo between Sable and I...

KWEEN: Firstly, tell the readers a bit about yourself.

SABLE: Thanks for having me, Kween! *waves* And hi to all the readers. Thanks for swinging by to check your girl out. The nut in a nutshell: I’m a writer of multi-cultural erotica and seductive romances, and whatever else comes to mind. Tattooed vixen. Wicked humorist. Incurable humanist. Proud geek! Closet badass! *Shhh* Lover of pit bulls, fast cars, all music, and candy.

KWEEN: *GEEKS UNITE!!* HAHA! We must be kin ;) So, When was the first time you realized you wanted to be a writer?

SABLE: I always knew I wanted to INK, it just took a while to get back to it. Like most writers, you start off with this urge to write as a kid, and then the pesky bits of life—i.e. paying bills, finding a job, hiding bodies…you know, the usual—get in the way and you have to find the time to put pen to pad.

KWEEN: I get you to the core, my sister of the pen! What are three “must haves” you need in order to write?

SABLE: I usually have some sort of music playing, candy in the general vicinity, and at least 5 minutes. I don’t even need my laptop, just a pen and some scrap paper and I’m gonna max those 5 minutes out jotting down ideas or snarky dialogue in between folding clothes and walking the dogs and solving everyone else’s crisis! Then it’s just a matter of piecing the puzzle together.

KWEEN: I appreciate anyone who still uses pen and paper! Nice! On to your short, Shaken and Stirred, is it your first published piece?

SABLE: The version of S&S that I included in the Summer Heat anthology is my second published work, and I guess that makes the extended version of the story my third. Both of those are available FREE through Smashwords and should be out through Amazon and BN.com soon. But I popped my publishing cherry *giggles* in March of this year with Different Shades of Gray, which is out through eXcessica publishing.

KWEEN: I wanna be you when I grow up! :D ...You had 7500 words to get S&S written. Can you sum it up in one sentence?

SABLE: That’s evil, you do know that, right, Kween? Okay, here goes: A secret agent gets the cum spanked out of her by the villainous mastermind at a BDSM party on his yacht. Yep. That just about sums it up.

KWEEN: Now THAT was evil! LOL You're such a damn tease, Sable!! Okay, time for a little association game. First word to come to mind. Ready?

SABLE: Incidentally, this was a lot less stressful when the tables were turned. Okay, ready…

KWEEN: Silk

SABLE: Panties

KWEEN: Chocolate

SABLE: Cock... I know this is against the one-word-rule, but I gotta say, naturally chocolate or covered in it; I’m easy either way… Okay. Cock—final answer. Sorry. Where were we?

KWEEN: **giggling**...Honey

SABLE: Dripping…

KWEEN: Whet

SABLE: INK! *message!*

KWEEN: Soft

SABLE: Harder. (Pretty please? I’m nothing if not polite.)

KWEEN: ::SPANK:: Quit it, bad ass! lol ...So I hear tale you’re pretty proud about one of your marketing strategies. Care to share it with us?

SABLE: Proud is putting it mildly. I’m not really the pat-myself-on-the-back type, but I’m in love with my tagline—Stories so Whet, you’ll want to Lick My INK! *toot toot* I think it speaks to what I write, how I write, and who I am as a writer. I grappled with an idea for a tag for almost 3 weeks, but nothing stood out. And then it just hit me in the middle of the night one morning (yes, you read that right) and I hopped up from a warm bed and a nice dream that I’m sure involved chocolate cocks and was like, “By Joe, I think I’ve got it!” Anyhow, I wrote it down and then sent out a text to my inner circle at the unholy hour of 4am. The return messages were basically “Yaay! Now, unless you’re on fire, TAKE YO ASS TO BED!” *shrugs*

KWEEN: See, we're definitely related...my best thoughts come at night, in the morning. lol How do you come up with your characters? Random creations, people you know, or reflections of you?

SABLE: A clever combination of the three. It’s a guarantee one of my characters, no matter the book, is going to say something snarky. That’s the “me” infusion. It might be subtle for the more serious works, but it’s in there. I might also insert a trait from someone from way back, but for the most part, I just make ‘em up. *disclaimer: any likeness to anyone I went to school with, grew up with, or dated is a complete coincidence. Scout’s honor.

KWEEN: All right, let’s give the readers a taste of Shaken & Stirred.

SABLE: Gladly! *ahem* And now, for your literary perusal, I give you a Lick from S&S:

blurb: Secret agent Kizzie Baldwin has a mission with a simple objective: Steal a formula while attending the festivities on the villainous Xander Duquesne's luxury yacht. There's just one problem—she has no idea it's a BDSM party. Dom and criminal mastermind Xander is a man who likes to be prepared. But the unexpected run-in with Kizzie throws him for a loop. Will he give her what she came for, or a little something extra?

...The crowd cheered, the rising excitement egging the pair in the circle on. The woman continued to scream; the man continued his assault, alternating between rough smacks and soft caresses with his bare hand over her blushing flesh. Before long she was facing Kizzie, revealing a multitude of clothespins—one clamped on each nipple, the rest outlining her belly, pulling the skin. He flicked his hand over the grippers and the shrieks hit a pained pitch.

“Why isn’t someone stopping this?” Kizzie hadn’t meant to speak, but something needed to be done. She took a step forward when Xander stopped her with an arm around her middle, holding her firm.

“Ah-ah-ahhh. You know the rules, don’t you, Princess? Never interrupt a scene.”

The man tugged on a clothespin, stretching the connected nipple and bringing a barrage of cries from his playmate.

“He’s hurting her,” Kizzie said through clenched teeth. Intel suggested Xander had a sadistic streak, but this was barbaric!

“Safe, sane, and consensual. A Master would never do anything not agreed upon with his submissive,” he assured. “And if he did, it’s my place to step in, not yours.”

Well, step in already, dammit! The woman screeched and Kizzie cringed, unable to comprehend why someone wouldwant to do this. A slap on the butt in the middle of sex was one thing, but this? This was too much…wasn’t it?

Years ago when she was just a green agent, Kizzie was in her kitchen deciding on dinner when the guy she’d been dating smacked her on the ass hard enough to make her eyes tear. Without thought she lifted her heel and connected with his groin and then flipped him over her shoulder, landing him flat on his back. He was straddled and his neck pinned to the ground by her forearm two seconds after. The terrified confusion blanketing his face was the only thing that made Kizzie back off. No surprise the relationship ended minutes later, but the wetness between her thighs came as a huge shock.

Doomed before it started, that relationship. A love life was a professional hazard for an agent, all the secrets and unexplained disappearances. That’s why Bond kept so many sexy girls handy, she reasoned. Mr. “Martini—shaken, not stirred” sure as hell didn’t go home to the old ball and chain. Nope, stick and move; bang her and on to the next one. Classic Bond, and Kizzie had long ago determined to follow his lead. With an aptitude to recall miniscule bits of detail, she considered it a gift when she didn’t remember a lover’s name, infrequent as they were.

Satisfied moans brought her attention back to the woman whose expression was almost trancelike in its euphoria.

“That’s a good girl,” the man in the circle cooed. His fingers pistoned in and out of her pussy; juices oozed down her leg. A flick of a latch released her from the pole and she dropped to her hands and knees. He patted her ass. “Who wants some?”

The crowd swarmed her, hands probing, touching. Her Master stood nearby, orchestrating as people went about stuffing the girl’s every orifice. She deep-throated one guy while a woman shoved a vibrator into her pussy. Others removed the clothespins from her body, lapping at the pinched skin. She jerked with every touch to her hypersensitive flesh.

The stimulation was too much for Kizzie, and damn if the team wasn’t getting it all on tape. How would she ever explain this to Connolly? Still, she didn’t look away.

“Stats,” Solomon warned.

But her adrenaline was pumping for an entirely different reason. Blood thundered in her ears, her vision blurred. Soft whimpers pushed through the fog and it took her a moment to realize she was making the noises.

“You want to go next, Princess?” Xander’s hand splayed possessively over her belly. Body pressed the length of hers, he ground his semi-erect cock against her ass. In a rough whisper he said, “I’d be happy to tie you up and spank you. I think you’re a very naughty girl.”

Someone in the group roared his orgasm, forcefully driving his hips into the sub’s mouth.

Feeling Xander’s dick rising behind her, Kizzie fought to control her breathing, calling on training that had never failed but was now stretched to its limit.

“Salters is mobile,” Gale said as the sub was lifted onto a waist-high platform the size of a card table. They laid her on her back and secured each limb to one of four posts on the corners, exposing her swollen mound to all comers. Her head hung off the edge, and immediately her mouth was filled with another cock.

Kizzie had to leave or the shred of control she’d wrangled would snap. Salters…. She turned to face Xander, leaning dangerously close to his mouth, fingers on his lower abs flirting with the band of his pants. “Yeah, I’m a bad girl. But there’s one problem.”

He licked his lips. “What’s that?”
“You’re not my Master.” Kizzie pulled away and moved through the crowd. There was a contact to meet and a mission to finish. And she needed to do both before she came on herself.

KWEEN: Well DAYUM!! ~whew~ Let me get myself together...::ahem:: Okay, What can readers expect next from you?

SABLE: August 5th I drop my next story, The Doxy’s Daybook. It’s…unapologetic. It’s a book I’ve been working on for a while and one that I kept tinkering with until I finally felt like I’d done right by the character, Roz, who is also the narrator. I did a final read through a couple days ago and that “Oooh, yeah…” feeling settled over me, so I’m excited about it. So excited I’ll be interviewing my character on my blog sometime soon. *girlie squeal*

And then there’s the follow-up(s) to Shaken & Stirred. My characters wouldn’t stop so a series is born! Wallbanger will be out in October, and if everything goes well, Sake Bomb will be out by January or February of next year. (Hey, that’s an exclusive, too, Kween! You’re the first with the title to book three!) Readers can expect at least 7 new Sable Jordan titles between now and next March!

KWEEN: I feel SO special!! *cheesing* This is all so VERY cool!! Where can we find you and your books?

SABLE: You can always come chill with me on Facebook or Twitter, or even Goodreads. Just look up Sable Jordan and follow the tits and tats. LOL! My Dripping Whet INK blog is www. sablejordan.blogspot.com, and my website is www.sablejordan.com. That’s where updates about my stuff are kept. And you can find my work on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords, and AllRomanceEbooks.com to name a few.

KWEEN: So basically...you're EVERYWHERE! lol ...Okay, you’re the first settler on planet Hedonism. Who or what do you pack to go with you?

SABLE: Mr. Jordan, my *ahem* “better” half, ‘cause he’d kill me if I left him behind. Plus he satisfies the chocolate cock criteria, leaving room for Good Vibes’ “pleasure” lube (love that stuff), umm…a couple of other fun toys I won’t go into detail about or you’ll know the precise contents of my naughty drawer; lots o’ food (a girl’s gotta eat); a couple bottles of red; candy (I don’t function without my candy); and a toothbrush.

KWEEN: HYGIENE! Love it! LOL ...Last question: Boxers, Briefs, or Commando?

SABLE: Cum…er…Commando! At Christmas, do you really give a shit about that pretty wrapping paper, or are you trying to get to the newest whodawhutsit Apple’s put out, hmm? But I guess if the boxers or briefs are made of chocolate… LOL!

KWEEN: YES...it is confirmed. SISTERS fa SHO!! She's SO good at being bad...don't you just LOVE her?

Don’t forget to get your FREE copies of our anthology, Summer Heat, and the extended version of my short, Shaken& Stirred! And join me August 5th for the release of The Doxy's Daybook! Thanks again for having me, Kween, and thanks to everyone for Licking My INK!

LOVED having you over at Passion's Fruit!! You all be sure to give her some love and click those links!

Over and out...;)

losing ground

2011-07-25T00:20:00.001-04:00

as i lick the tip
of my finger,
then dip
it down and deep
through your spine's crease
i watch you quake
at my touch's grace
as if it all
belongs to me
as i steal a pull
from your bottom lip
and switch
from your neck
to the tip of your chin
i can feel
your thighs widen
to make room
for the enlarging piece
threatening to
touch my womb...
as i say yes
with the warmth
of my space
hovering,
teasing from above
i can feel
your anxiousness
to give touch
i hold onto your gaze
mmmmm
...hold up...
wait!
without aid
your nature
finds mine
and has me sliding
willing my grind
...your lips part
and eyes roll...
a moan
held hostage,
what a sight i behold...
you're pleased
and i like...
your fever sets
to spike
my dress,
removed...
we're naked in plain sight...
as you play outside
my door
my body and mind
willingly
become your whore...
ooh..
my love...
i...i...
made a slip...
i meant to seduce
and prolong
not rise
than sit...
i meant to
excite you
with my intent
but your body's
friction on mine
has me
losing my...
...mind
[you..
feel...
GOOD...]
i'm no longer
the passion's seductress
i'm seduced
by your coy reluctance
and now
that i'm fervently paced
in this carnal lover's race
i am
fucked up
in this game,
stuttering
and mispronouncing your name
looking for my tease
as i rock up and down on my knees,
begging
for my power to return
my breasts heave
from the intensity spurned
they throb with tender
and sensitive pain
raised like,
the tide from the moon's wane
our bodies' direct heat
can't contain this blissful sweet
and it becomes
clear that,
i tripped over my own desires
and now
i am
the one with stoked fires
my thighs clenched
around you
a synchronized
up stroke from you
a down thrust from me
and...oooh wee!
i'm feverish
and heady
intensely ready
for your love to echo
through me in orgasmic twists
then,
...with your kiss
firmly against my lips
and those final swivels
and dips
i realize how i lost ground
...i didn't lose a thing
i gave it up...
in each and every round ;)

30~ Final Frontier: The Poem

2011-06-13T20:39:00.012-04:00

This is it. The end. Fin. Finito. You ain't gotta go home, but you gotta get the HELL outta HERE! LOL

The final "question" is: Write an erotic poem of your choice...raunchy or classic...bring it!

Okay...I'm cheating. I'm posting a poem I wrote a while ago. Not sure I posted it anywhere, but oh well...she said, "BRING IT!!" LOL

[thoughts]

hmm,
i was thinking of you, love...
no romance
just a skin dance
a sway of nude flashes
thoughts of your thickness
[played in sliding scenes]
slowly
thoroughly
maxing out the space
[here]
throwing my thighs apart
golden limbs
wrapped around
copper's tone
slick sounds
loops
and dips
pecks on lips
[slurps]
you...
the flutter
in my gutteral throb
making it your own
commencing
to consummate
a symphony of moans
[mmm]
you...
so deep
i sweat your scent
[drip]
so sweet
i taste your heat
you taste like me
[smack]
its all us
wafting in a delectable breeze
twisting
in the sheets
screwing with the coils
in the cushions
[squeak]
swats on the tush and...
[squeak]
a tandem rush
a swirling
and rising
a fevered
anticipation
of euphoric release
[wow]
no preludes or
pretense
of romantic intent
loving you
but needing you
carnally
this is how i thought of you, love...

Thank you...thank you very much! *curtsying*

29~ Pieces of Me

2011-06-12T06:22:00.044-04:00

What makes you sexy to YOU?

Hmmm...I think I have a poem for that...brb

*looks for that thing I wrote a while back*

"Where did I post that thing?"

*taps fingers*

You know what? I'll just freestyle one right here. (I hate when I can't find what I'm looking for)

to me...
my sexy lies in the life i live
the person i am
when no one is here to see
when no one cares to see...
to me...
it's the way i walk
with a spiritual crown atop my head
eyes twinkling hi's to passersby
a smile spread wide
for me,
for no other reason,
than i've got love on my mind
love of life
love of the wife i can be
the mother i'm not,
but can be
the friend i am
even when some don't see
i feel sexy
singing a song
alone in my own world
humming happiness
enjoying my new and natural curls...
to me...
it's the sound of my voice
when laughs bound about
and tears fall for joyous things
and i imagine,
a man of kingly proportions
loving every piece of me
the sometimes
mean me
sad me
silly me
crazy me...
the "he's driving me crazy" me...
sweet me
ravenous me...
the "come-see-about-me"...me
the inner pin-up model in me
the consummate housewife in me
the gourmet chef in me
the let's-just-do-it, spontaneous me...
to me
my sexy comes from
the sometimes oblivious me...
not knowing the power of me
really not always aware that i am who i am...ME...
and gracefully accepting
that everyone can't handle me
oh well...
peace, b's...
cuz i'mma be me
and that me...
the true me
the one no one can steal from me...
is the sexiest me...
beaming from my own
inside sunshine
regardless of hard times
and life's grimes...
i continue to BE
regally,
sweetly,
abstractly,
in your face and not-so-nice...me
...shit, i'm sexy! ;)

28~ Right'Chea, Right Nah

2011-06-12T06:04:00.022-04:00

If you could get your hands on some dick right now...how would you like it?

Woooooo

~feeling a lil bad for writing this on a Sunday morning~

Um, Well...*gulping hungrily*

I'z in need. Let's just put it out there. I went from "waiting for my love"...to swearing off sex completely and putting up a brick wall JUST so that I wouldn't have to fend off unwanted advances. Honestly, this was with good intentions...but, it's getting old.

I guess, at 38 I'm at that "peak" I heard of. I swear, I think of sex at the most INAPPROPRIATE damn times. I ain't gonna tell you when and where, but let's just say...I need prayers. (seriously...get on that)

Anywho...

I can't figure out if I want someone to throw me over a couch arm, lift my skirt, smack my ass and enter my whirl pool with one long dive...pounding away until my lips pucker for that ultimate kiss...or have him lay me down softly and make love.

I'm missing the intimacy of love-making and the satisfaction of being "taken" willfully by a confident, "cocky" and hungry lover. I want to have my breast given exclusive attention with licks, sucks, pulls and kneads that would make dough jealous. I want long kisses, deep and sensuous...kisses on my chin, lovingly placed with the emotion of someone in love with my love. I want to sit on someone and make their eyes close, toes splay and fingers dig deep into my thighs while he fights that explosion...

Yet, I could stand to have my legs thrown back and have my walls compromised by something large from someone who is digging like I owe him money. *you ever had the opposite dig in your pocket for money...or keys even...and you look at them like, "Oh my...that's turning me on"?*

...no? I guess that's just me...

Either way...I want someone who is gonna put me to bed and wake me back up, just to punish me for even THINKING sleep is in the plans. WAKE UP BISH...take this!!!

~phew~

Yea, I need to go back to bed. It's 6:18am on a Sunday morning and I ain't got the right to be talking like this...

O__~

27~ Kween Only!

2011-06-12T05:42:00.038-04:00

Really, Dude?

Your man/woman likes to have sex with the same sex. Are you willing to invite this into your bedroom? Why?

Just like when speaking of Day 16's Orgy, 17's Man on Man Surprise and 22's Swing Set Iownflowlikedat...

See, I'm a modern chick, with conventionalism, traditionalism and selfish~ism combined. LOL I don't want to SHARE my man and I don't think that stuff belongs in the bedroom of a committed couple. Just like I said before, I totally respect OTHER people's willingness to share partners, swap, get orgy-fied and what not...but, I'm not made for that.

See, I'm a lover...AND a fighter. I could see shit getting tight. Either myself or one of the other parties are gonna have a problem. When two people bond and then someone comes in and threatens, infiltrates, or brings to the surface...desires that someone didn't even know they had...it's trouble. The relationship can enhance or it can die a quick/slow death...depending on who is involved.

I've had a hard enough time with relationships as is...I'm not putting myself into the position of bringing unnecessary and unforeseen drama to my situation. Life does that for me already.

Another thing...

I don't know that I could believe that I'd have the same respect for my man who likes men. I don't give a sword-fighting FUCK what no one else says...the moment two men get together...they become gay in perception. Women get away with liking the same sex because most men think it's sexy. It's a LOT of mens' fantasies. There WAS a time when a stigma was carried around with women who were BI or Lesbian, but right about now a lot of men would PRAY that their women wanted to bring another Eve to the situation. Yet, I don't know too many women who crave their man to fuck another...two dicks at once? Yes. Them doing each other? No. I'd befriend a Gay guy in a heartbeat...I have "hag" tendencies, lol...but, I want my man to be strictly clitty.

My thing is...what happens if he gets "enamored" with this other dude (hypothetically speaking)? I can't give him what he's getting with dude...anymore than a man can truly understand what makes some women prefer other women over them. What happens when he needs that prostate tapped in a way I can't do? What happens when he prefers the roughness of a man over my feminine softness? The day my tits become superfluous to him and my vadge becomes a turn off. "Eww...slits!" LOL

So, no...they'll be no stick fights in my bedroom.

26~ Buns, No Dog...

2011-06-09T16:45:00.017-04:00

You see how she's tryna pull that lil ass skirt over her ass? Yea...that's me tryna make sure no sausage slips into my canolli hole.

I just had this convo with my sista Dee the other night and I told her why the anal thing is such a NON MUTHAFUCKIN FACTOR to THIS bitch...lmao. (I can't stand Evelyn's trife ass, but that's a funny ass thing to say)...anyway. I have my own personal issues with it and I also haven't met ONE man who has made me feel secure enough (relationship-wise or physically) to indulge in this with him.

While I'm on this subject...(hold on tight to your assholes) I think some people give up the PUSSY too quick, let alone the ass. I've done it and I don't regret it, but I STILL know that...it was TOO FAST! (Very few relationships I know of have started off as a first night's fuck and become happily ever after...that's most like the EXCEPTION to the rule). So, your ASS sex? THAT should be some sacred thing you hold for someone you love. If you're letting some dude willy-nilly spread your shit chute wide for no other reason than "I cum hardest when fucked in the back"...then yea, whatever. If I come off judgmental or snobbish or whatever so what. It's MY fuckin' blog and I'll diss if I wanna.

This is my BODY, man...I can't be letting no dude[s] go in on my ass for no sexual pleasure knowing that it can eventually effect the way I am able to hold my shit one day. *insert pic of you messing on yourself one day because your asshole's muskles have weakened* That's my concern...the actual physical effects...and yea the initial pain. It's not in my near future to try and honestly...I pray that if/when I'm sealed with my soul's mate...that he's not interested in my blow hole.

*holding my ass on the way out*

25~ Slosh Slosh

2011-06-08T00:22:00.021-04:00

What motivates you to hit your orgasmic peak during a masturbation session?

Joy, firstly...you're a freak! (c) previous blog...lol

Well, I love sounds!

The sound of slapping, wetness, sloshing...I suppose, it's an indication of how aroused I am or can get. I don't know. I'll tell a dude to shut up just so I can enjoy the sex sounds. Why talk dirty when our bodies are talking already?

If it's not that...it'll be the thought of someone doing to me what I'm doing to me. I've gotten off on the memory of a good session with someone. It all depends. Some days, it's about me loving the feeling of my lips' softness, wetness, fullness, "swoleness"...lol...and other times it'll involve a fantasy of someone I've never touched who I long to fuck.

I have even come off the sounds of the construction site nearby. The "tamping" (when they flatten out the hot tar they've put down) sound...a lulling and consistent, "thump...thump...thump" was reminding me of the sound when someone's hitting the bottom and their sac is making a hollow noise on the back of my ass? Yea...that. I guess, the same way I can hear music in everyday sounds...I can hear sex, too. *I need a deep tissue massage...on the INSIDE part...RIGHT now*

~phew~

Yea...that nosy ass Joy. LOL

24~ Freak O'Nature

2011-06-08T00:08:00.017-04:00

What's your definition of freaky?

I COULD go and get the definition, copy and paste it and intellectually break it down...but, then I'd also have to have a stick lodged in my ass. LOL

This word is interesting, so I'll put it like this...freaky to ME, is whatever is outside of my comfort zone. It's relevant from person to person. For instance, if I have missionary sex all of the time and never do oral...then, being familiar with every position in the Kama Sutra might be freaky to me. If I do like it in different positions, but don't like anal...anal would be considered freaky. Something "odd" to YOU!

Freaky is whatever the hell turns YOU on...whatever gets you off. Freaky and KINKY however are two different things...but y'all ain't ask me that. lol

Nowadays, freaky or freakin' just means sex period. Nothing out of the ordinary or over the top weird. "I wanna get freaky with you..." may mean, "I wanna lick you up and down, til you say stop..." LOL I think it also can be applied to the level of passion one has for something. A fanatical state. I'm a freak for kitchen stuff. I drool over pots and pans and handy gadgets. See, it's Aaaall relative.

So, yea...that's what freaky means to me.

23~ Yes, Mister...

2011-06-06T22:48:00.016-04:00

Dom/Sub...sexy or just an excuse for men to abuse women?

I don't think that...

I've been observing for a LONG time the interactions between doms and subs. Over on 360, I peeped several of these dynamics and read their blogs in curiosity.

What I found personally to be the gist of these relationships...is trust. I find that the whole point of the roles being played is to submit to someone who you trust and allow them to take you on a journey of sexual freedom and experiences.

I've read stories of subs who had to grow to trust their dom to allow fisting, asphyxiation (not the tamer shit I've heard some friends say they 've experience, but a more intense version), bondage, etc.

Another thing is...

It's not just men who are doms. A lot of doms are women, and men are the subs. Again...it's about trusting someone, loving someone implicitly...trusting them with your life basically. Yes, it's deep. It's like..."I trust you to take my mind, body and spirit to other levels of satisfaction and know that you won't harm me."

That's what I've learned. I don't down anyone for being either role. I actually commend someone for being able to allow someone to have that power over them and let it be a pleasure-seeking thing and not a feeling that somehow they're being abused or mistreated.

If they like it...I love it.

22~ Swap Meet

2011-06-06T22:43:00.008-04:00

Swinging...your thoughts...

Hmmm...

Well, I know people do it. If they like it I love it. I haven't done it and don't plan to. I'm a very private lover...therefore, me trading mates ain't in the cards.

I guess for me...it's like, I've been cheated on...so I participated in some "involuntary swinging". I haven't experienced anything thus far in my lifetime that has opened me up to even wanting to delve into that life.

So, in conclusion (this was short as hell)...I don't think much of it.

Swing on swingers...

21~ Slow It Down

2011-06-05T23:09:00.033-04:00

Photo by TraceLegacy

Make a music playlist you would like to get busy to...(name of artist, title of song, why you chose it)

I have a lot of songs...some are nasty songs and some are love songs that I just think make you want to slowly take your time surveying the extent of someone's skin...::shivering::...

`Prince~ Insatiable | well, what more do I have to say?

`Adina Howard~ Nasty Grind | ...again...what's to say? lol

`John Legend~ Another Again | ...this song right'chea? Between the soft flute-like notes, the the beat and the words...it's almost like you're musically saying to a lover, "Let's do it again..."

`Claudette Ortiz~ Message To You | ...well, from the moment I first heard this song, I've been in love with it's piano rifs and lovely melody. This is that "make love to me so we can make it all better song"

`Faith Evans~ Right Here | ...have you heard this song? SEXY!

`Beyonce~ Speechless | Yea. Get into that. lol

`Floetry~ Getting Late | ...cuz, it's getting late ;)

`Jamie Foxx f/Marsha Ambrosius~ | Freakin Me...O__O

`Jill Scott~ Crown Royal | It's pretty much instructional. LOL

`Usher~ Seduction | O_O

`Debarge~ Love Me In A Special Way | ...also instructional...

`Marvin Gaye~ Anything | ...I'd fuck to Got To Give It Up, lol...that man's voice is fire.

`Joi~ Lick | ...yea.

`Janet Jackson~ Ropeburn |

`Joe~ More and More | Yes, sex music for every room in the house...

`R. Kelly~ The Greatest Sex | That song does it for me...

`Marsha Ambrosius~ With You | I just heard this song on TV and yea...that shit is sexy.

`Michael Jackson~ The Lady In My Life | Don't sleep on Mike...that's a sexy/sensual ass song

Let me tell y'all. I had MAD songs run through my head...and honestly, some of them I can't quite remember the damn title or artist. Whenever I'm asked to recall music, my mind swims with music that spans well over half a century...I always walk away feeling like I forgot some shit. I also know I'm gonna see the lists of all the other ladies after this and be like, FUCK...I FORGOT that one, too!!!

So...yea. Um...I also cheated. I had a playlist with some of these songs on it...I'm telling you...I got overwhelmed. LOL

20~ Oooooh Chaaaah-leee

2011-06-04T00:14:00.000-04:00

Tell a story of your most embarrassing sex experience...

Well this is easy...

The SAME mofo I regretted screwing is involved. Yea, THIS should've been a warning to me. Actually, there were three up until the big Non-Bang. Each time we'd tried to screw...something went horribly wrong.

THIS particular time (the third penalty flag thrown on the field) was most embarrassing. Here I am, wearing my sexiest drawlz, shaved to smooth proportions, tits freed...skin softer than a punk bish. He's all up in my wetness with his fingers...testing the waters.

Just as he pulls up to it...my legs widen for entry...and BANG!!! BOOM!! CHAH-LEE...the horse.

My foot curled up like the Wicked Witch of the East. Imagine freshly pedicured toes all special bus looking and the muscle in my calf hardening like bad biscuits! OWWW!!! Meanwhile...as I'm in excruciating pain and dude is doing what he's doing to help me...I feel silly. Cooch wet, panties now off...cool air hitting it...all while I howl in pain and roll around like Peter on Family Guy.

"Ssssssssssssssssss...aaaaaaaaaah"

O__O

I finally made it to the point that I could force myself to stand up to bring the deformity that was my foot back to normal. It pained for a whole day afterward.

The only name I was screaming...was Chah-lee's. lmaooo

19~MY MOUF WAS OPEN!!

2011-06-04T00:02:00.000-04:00

Bukkake? Your thoughts...

I THINK it sounds like someone tryna be slick and sneeze out a "BULLSHIT"...

I THINK NOT...

Yea, I'm at this VERY moment, fighting the flight of the newborn Skeeters in my room...I don't like shit in my face. Not my hair, not snot, not insects, not dust nor sun.

Iownlike the idea of ONE dick's jizz on my face...let alone a number of dicks. I remember when my ex pulled out and the shit went flying and I checked my hair and face immeggiately for damage. No, NO I said. *choking at the imaginary incoming spunk getting in my nostrils and mouth*. I already have an Astigmatism...hell nah. I ALMOST threw up in my mouf looking at all the pics associated with the word. I hadda research it just to make sure I wasn't prematurely disgusted. lol

Call me what you will...but, don't call me Cum Covered.

That is all...

18~ Street, Chic and Heat

2011-06-03T23:11:00.001-04:00

Tell a sexual triangle short story...

~~~
She, Her & Him

She knew him from around the way...a cutie who stood on the block, looking like a slice of "not-my-type" and "damn-he's-fine". He (him) wasn't her type only because he was that thugged out kinda love she knew only ended in moist pillows and bricks through windows.

After several months of passing Him on the block, him never saying a word...He finally opened his mouth. No one around that particular day allowed for Him to roll up in the security that no one would hear his real rap, to the sista that they all called "ms too high to smile".

"Excuse me, gorgeous...can I have a minute?" He asked as she almost cat-walked past him in habit.
Surprised at his good manners, sexy tone and just the mere thought that he even noticed her, she said, "Huh?". He laughed lightly and repeated himself. She said, "Well, what can I do for you?". He took her by the hand and led her out of the traffic of the other pedestrians and said, "Go out on a date with me...I'd like to get to know you." The typical reaction in this dynamic is usually an abrupt no, a look at him like he's short and a "I'm-too-g00d-for-you" sashay away. She thought for a nano second to send him back to his post up under the stairs. What came out of her mouth was, "Yes...sure, why not. Tell me what time and day and I'll go." He almost tipped over with elation that the woman he'd been eying for months took him up on a date.

~The Date~

They decide to meet at a restaurant they both wanted to try. She shows up wearing a strapless, mini dress with a banded bottom in deep blue. He's wearing a pair of dark jeans, a crisp button down shirt and a v-neck vest in muted olive color. His hair, revealed from underneath his usual fitted cap...wavy with the clean lines of a fresh cut. Her eyes lit hungrily for this guy who more or less seemed more street than chic and now he was exhibiting many decent traits she couldn't imagine. Everything, from his gentlemanly nods to let her through the door as he held it, to his pulling out her chair, to his paying for everything she ordered...all the way up until he drove her home (she taxied it), with attempts to walk away and say good night. It was all turning her on.

"Come in for a drink..." she offered
"Thank you but, no...I don't drink." he replied
"Well, I've got soda, water, iced tea..." she chuckled
He laughed and said, "Okay...just for a bit. I've got to get up and work in the morning."

This threw her off. She said, "Work? Where do you work?" as she unlocked the door...
He shook his head a little and responded, "I work in the building you see me outside of everyday. I'm a electrician at the phone company!"
She looked dumbfounded...stopping in her tracks, flipping the lights and replied, "...but, I every time I pass by you're outside with the guys..."
"Every time YOU pass by...it's my break. You only come through once a day..."
She felt stupid and embarrassed for how she'd assumed he was a ne'er do well, a slouch, a scrub. She realized that she'd assumed he was all street without knowing him at all.
"Well, I'm sorry that I prejudged you...I really apologize."

Just as she'd said that, the hall light came on and She walked out sleepily. "Why are you so late getting in?" she asked as she rubbed her eyes.
"I went out tonight...I have a friend here. She introduced Him to Her and his eyes surveyed over her scantily clad body. She smirked and giggled.

He said, "I didn't know you had a roommate...I don't want to intrude, I'll come back at a decent hour..."
"I'm not her roommate...I'm her woman" she said.
"What? What do you mean? You're a lesbian?" he asked with a scowl.
"Yes, well no...I'm BI...she's a lesbian. I date men, she dates me..."
The "roommate" said, "Be honest...tell him that we BOTH like men. Tell him that you only bring home guys we BOTH can fuck...go ahead...tell him..." she said as she plopped onto the couch causing everything to jiggle.
"Wow, um...I ain't expect this. I don't know..."

Before he could get the rest of his thought out...both ladies were approaching with puma precision. It was like he'd consented through the silence. The way his arms went up when they removed his sweater vest and shirt...the way he stepped out of his pants voluntarily. The way his head went back when She sucked long and strong off the tip of his dick and how She, too...went in on his pecs. The way he grabbed Her hair as she sucked him and began fingering Her, too from behind as she bit his nipples...suggested he liked it.

He'd penetrated both She and Her and they'd both spent time sitting on His face. He brought the street, She the chic and Her the heat...all of which left them quite exhausted on a first of many dates.

**Honestly, I don't like this story...but got doggonit...I'm tide and it's all I could do to honor this challenge. *yawning*

17~ GETCHO $#!T!!!

2011-06-02T02:07:00.000-04:00

You walk in your bedroom to find your lover deep in the sexual act with the same sex...what do you do?

Before or after I throw hot fish grease on em? O__o

Look. I'm all for people doing what they do. You gay, getchusum. You a lesbian? GETCHUSUM!! Yet, if you're with ME (a straight woman) and you (supposedly a straight MAN) bring another dude to my situation...you gots ta GO!

Reason #1-Infinity why I most likely (note that I didn't say never) not have a threesome...is because I don't want a girl in my bed. I don't want anyone EXCEPT the man I love...in my bed.

hmmm...in MY bed? No the fucking fuck you didn't.

"...messing up my sheets...
and violating me..."

Sunny said that shit right there. Of all the mattresses with clean sheets in the world...you hadda fuck up MINE? NOT just the nastiness that is someone else's sex juice beside mine...but the energy of your betrayal seeped into my sheets...through to my mattress...on the frame that is supposed to be the foundation of OUR sexual bliss?

I should hitchu in your shit...

Lemme go get me a dude and fuck him in the back seat of YOUR prized ride...or wear your favorite jersey as he pounds me out from behind while tugging at the hem of your team's colors...yea mothafucka...that's got your attention, huh?

Besides the betrayal, the disregard for the fact that I could catch it, the shock of the gay sex when I clearly thought he was straight...and of course, the defiling of my bed (NOT just where we made love, but where I lay my head and become spiritually vulnerable at night for the dream state) Why do I have to find out so dramatically and traumatically that you're on both teams? I expect truth and honesty in a relationship and the fact that such a truth could've escaped us would be too much. That ain't even freaky...that's just fucked up.

16~Whatcha Doin' DAT Fo'?

2011-06-02T01:48:00.001-04:00

You are invited to a party that turned into an orgy, you just arrived...what would you like to see?

Well...I'd like to see some fuckin' snacks and drinks. What the fuck? I show up thinking I'm gonna walk in on some dancing, mingling, platters being passed around...and folks are but naked, dicks and vadges out??

Well, why didn't they just SAY that? LOL

I wanna see a LOT of dick riding, bouncing til the milk drips...

I wanna see some pipe-laying...I don't wanna see no pretty fuck faces, I wanna see women struggling to contain themselves and men's eyes rolling up. I wanna see folks tryna get away...toes splayed out like he's having a special moment...

I wanna see some bondage and some whips and paddles...asses strapped down and orifices being compromised until skin shines from leakage.

Honestly, what I've written above is what I'd want to see if no one could see ME. I'm a voyeur. I'd much rather watch than participate in that kind of sex. In real life, I'd back up FAST like the Matrix and pray no one saw me as I make my way home.

15~ Oops...Didn't See You

2011-06-02T01:28:00.000-04:00

Have you ever been caught masturbating or having sex? Tell the story...

Wellllll...

The one time that I've ever been caught having sex was when my 1st and I were getting it on in his living room. SHAMEFULLY...his mom was in the back asleep in her room...and we THOUGHT his little nephew was asleep, too.

No dice. It's like kids are natural cock blockers...shit!

Picture it...1990...or was it '89? Either way...I'm over his house wearing my off-white "swing" mini-skirt and a top I can't recall. Clearly, the skirt was killing it and he rose to the occasion. He was sitting in the arm chair and asked me to "sit on his lap". Wooo weee. *ahem* Yea, well...I ended up sitting on his lap with my back to him...panties down and the full-on recipient of some pushing up motions. LOL

Now, from anyone's view that could see...I just looked like I was sitting on his lap and he was holding me. WHY did this 3yr old kid say, "Ooooh, GRANDMA...Aunt Kali is on Uncle *****'s laaaap"...as he runs toward the back. I move to get up and catch his little ass, when UNK grabs me back down and says, "Let's finish..." LOL

Yea...I don't think his grandma believed him considering she was half-sleep...but, I do wonder if mi sobrino (That's what I call him) remembers that day...I hope not. LOL

KIDS!

13~The Forgotten Fantasy

2011-05-30T00:21:00.000-04:00

A Fantasy you know you will never fulfill...

How about this damn POST!! This post was SO out of my mind...I skipped this bad boy and went straight to #14. Wow. Was that Freudian or what? lol

I won't say never because what I desire in a fantasy switches up from time to time. The thing about fantasies (if I can pontificate for a second) is that the whole point of a fantasy is that it WON'T come true. Once fantasies are realized they're almost never the way one imagined...and there is even that risk that your fantasy will become a nightmare. In your fantasy...everything is perfect. People react and do as they're supposed to. Their performance is perfect, their touch is perfect, their level of sensitivity, affection, mastery, etc...is perfect. Therefore no one can truly live their fantasy.

Having said THAT...it's actually possible that your lived out version of your conceptualized fantasy can turn out better. It's like how we can have a dream of who our soul mate is and when we meet them, they exceed expectation.

I'll just chill and wait to see what colors Shug paint the wall next...you never know. I mean hell, Celie & Shug were adversaries and next thing you know they were up in there licking each other to the old records...

14~Showing My Ass

2011-05-30T00:11:00.000-04:00

Public Sex: Do or Don't?

Did...and will if I can again.

For as LONG as I could remember, it was something I'd heard other people talk about and brag on. "Oh, I like it outside..." blah blah. I felt like I was missing some shit. Yet, there seemed to be no one that I had chemistry with that would make me wanna skrip (yea, I said skrip) down with in the public.

I also felt like I didn't hear enough of, "Oh, girl...you never did it in a car?" Uh...no, I was too busy in beds, chairs and on floors. LOL

Well...eventually, I met this dude who was the first guy I ever slept with without an OUNCE of emotion toward him. (Even though he kept trying to draw these emotional things out of me, like kissing his neck and stroking his back...fool, just unbuckle your pants and stop with this BS) LOL

We did it in his truck...several times. Always parked at the pier near my house. Often with folks parked around us. LMAO. Once we walked to the very edge of the pier and before I knew it, I was bent over, grabbing my ankles and praying that my kitty didn't catch a cold in the late November weather...

I'm still kinda hoping for a few other sexual experiences in public...

The pull over off the road sex...
The on the beach sex...
The in-the-rain-on-top-of-the-car sex...
The "QUICK...everyone is in the other room!" sex...

I like it...I think it adds spice and excitement and nothing is better than that sex you AIN'T supposed to be getting...mmm hmmm. ;)

12~What I Fancy...

2011-05-28T04:23:00.001-04:00

A fantasy you want to fulfill

Right now, the only fantasy I want to fulfill is me, an island, a thick island man with no clothes, grapes and shit, wine, no interruption and some intense full-body massages, banana leaves as fans and such.

Then again, maybe at this point I'm not really in the fantastical mood. What I desire is more realistic and somewhat simple...true companionship...

I miss having someone spoon me at night and cup my breasts like they're some kind of handles...guides for the perfect spoon. I miss a man's warm breath on the nape of my neck causing reverberating sensations down to my slit. ::nuzzling booty into him::

Right now, my fantasy is less fantasy and more tangible. YES DAMNIT...I WANT SOMEONE I CAN TOUCH...sorry for yelling folks. I had to say that to someone. lol

My fantasies aren't fantasies...they're realistic visions. They're possibles that rest in the desire for more than just a night or a day. Sure, I'd love to think that the island man above is not just some random dude I met straight off the launch onto Dreamer's Lagoon. I'd love for that man to be someone who cares and is doing for me as I do for him because he loves me and not because he's paid to like me. lol

Right now...my fantasies are running low on fuel and I'm a step away from saying, "I ain't got no time to fantasize..." I don't want to be THAT extreme. I just am not in the mindset to speak on a sexual fantasy, when my mind just isn't on that right now.

Not QUITE the fantasy post...but, more real than any sexual fantasy I could conjure up. Hey, this IS a truth challenge, right?

11~She's A FAKE

2011-05-28T04:08:00.000-04:00

Why did Alexander O'Neal's song "Fake" come to mind...lol

Write a letter to the person you faked it with...tell them why he/she didn't take you there once and for all.

Joy...I hope this is the last letter. LOL

I actually stopped faking it when I was like 18 or 19. I remember how I used to just give my 1st love the screw face...like "what you doing to me?". I am a "quiet lover". I also learned to not say a thing, because I had nothing good to say. Only a couple of men have drawn out of me a sibilant yes or a clenched sheet. None of that, Ooooh yesss, right there baby...when I really wanted to get up. The dude in the previous post (fuckface) didn't get a fake moan. He got the WTF face ---> O_O

So, Joy...I can't write this angry letter of disdain for a man's inability to make me come, or perhaps my inability to relax to allow MYSELF to come...I have no such letter to write. I just liked the photo I found, which would've been pretty damn cool if I had such a letter to pen. lol

I WILL say, that I hate porn moans...that sounds so fake. I'd rather a chick grunt like she's tryna hold back or a dude whimper like a bitch when he's supposed to be talking shit. That's real right there, son. LOL

Peace, until the next post...

10~Another Letter

2011-05-28T03:51:00.000-04:00

A letter to the person you regret screwing...tell them how you really feel...

MAN...MAN...::sighing heavily::

Yea...anyway...here goes a LOT of nothing...

Dear Mr. Hancock (because you stayed with your cock in your hand),

WHY? Why did you waste my time? All of that talk (I should've known) and you turned out to be scared of the pussy. I mean, for all intents and purposes I tried to help YOU out. I tried to ride it...I tried to back up on it...and no, I didn't try to suck it. You were the ONE person who I refused on any level to even CONSIDER placing my lips around your piece. You know why? The NERVE of someone who doesn't DO oral to REQUIRE oral. You didn't say you needed it, but I've never seen ANY man BEG for it the way you did.

You reminded me of a cat. You ever seen a cat have a bowl of vittles placed in front of him? He smells AROUND the bowl, lightly paws the bowl...hell, my sister's cat even dipped his paw in the bowl and tasted from it to see if it was good. They sniff the bowl...walk around the bowl...

[See, I almost called you something...]

That was some unconscionable BULLSHIT!!! How you back up when I'm backing it up? The big finish was you jerking while I sat there amazed for the first time in my life. I've never had ONE dude prefer his hand over ~pointing to my pussy like Grace Jones~ "this". You didn't finish PORN-style (a lil jerk at the end on the ass, back, etc) Nah, it was like it was the ONLY way you could come.

~Step AWAY from the porn...you've done too much!
~Stop RUNNING your damn mouth...you can't back it up!
~:::looking around nervously and whispering::: ...you better not neva tell nobody, but gawd...

Yea...

I wish I had never...*in my Smokey voice* never never never...gave you some. You got cum, no shot...off, no jack, glove no love...love no glove...talk no action...you ain't NEVER got two things at the same time.

Thanks for the moments I can't get back...

Anonymous. <__< lol

9~My Body Is A Temple

2011-05-24T21:03:00.000-04:00

Does your religion/beliefs hinder your sexual expression?

Yes and No.

I'm not very religious, I'm spiritual. I believe in Christ and I believe in sin. In THAT way, it is hindered...yet for me the word "hinder" is strong. It's a choice for me to remain celibate. My abstinence transcended into a celibacy due to my own personal desires to make a change in my life. I exercise discipline over my flesh because I believe that I'm at a point in my life where God is calling me to live right. You can't advise folk of something you're not practicing...so, I keep my legs closed. lol This of course is an easy feat due to there being no prospective men in my life. Lord be a fence and a cold shower when an attractive man falls into my midst. ~phew~

I want to be able to draw the line between the one who desires me and the one who wants to fulfill my love's desires. I want my king to come into my life and I want to weed out all of those whose intent is purely lustful and not in line with my own beliefs.

I was in love and waiting for someone and I found myself very much in that situation by myself. What I need is to be on an eye to eye level with someone. I need to know that screwing me isn't his only goal.

I COULD do my thing...and still be okay with who I am and my own personal walk with God because it is mine and no one is going to be with me on Judgment Day...but it wouldn't in my opinion, lead me to the person who I want to be my last first kiss. Casual sex isn't in the cards for me at this point in my life's journey, therefore I am holding onto my treasure until I feel like sharing it.

Is my spirituality and beliefs and impetus to remain celibate? Yes. Is it a hindrance? No.

8~Red Light Means STOP!

2011-05-24T20:17:00.002-04:00

What is your definition of rape? Date rape?

There is only ONE definition of rape/date rape. NO!

That word is the universal line for a wo/man's right to change her/his mind.

So often, I've heard explanations of how s/he brought it on her/himself, whether it was her/his clothes, her/his initial willingness to kiss, fondle, etc...but, the pointzilla is that even if in the middle of a hot and heavy petting session one comes to their senses and say "no"...back the hell up.

It goes without saying if it's a stranger...then it is automatically rape. Someone with no connection to you has no rights to your body...but, then neither does someone whom lines have been drawn for.

Did you know that a husband can "rape" his wife? Yes, indeed. RAPE is the act of violating someone's physical/emotional/mental space. If a wife isn't feeling her husband for any reason and she says no to him...by LAW if he takes her sex by force, it is rape. All she has to do is decide to press charges. That of course comes with submitting to a rape kit to prove forced intercourse. In the reverse case, I haven't heard or read how one might go about proving that, but I'm sure there's a way.

Bottom line, your body is yours. If you say "no" (male OR female) and someone continues to force themselves onto you...it is rape.

I DO know that some couples role play and in that sense (because they know each other's signals) they may have safe words that they use to end an uncomfortable position. Rough sex doesn't count because technically s/he is consenting...but, if s/he yells that safe word...that's a STOP right there and end this. If s/he were to continue forward...that would be a violation as well.

That's my not so humble opinion...

7~ Dear Sweet Dick Willies?

2011-05-23T17:06:00.001-04:00

Write a letter to the best lover you've ever had...

Okay, let's clear this up...I am not ashamed that my sexual repertoire is limited. In my lifetime, I've had only 5 lovers...3 of which took place in a 3 year time span. I was on my "ho" shit I guess...lmao

My first love and my first REAL man held the record of 7 and 8 years respectively for how long we did the damn thing. Before that, I couldn't imagine having casual sex. There would've been about 2 more added to the list had they not been some scared asses, but whatever...probably saved me the trouble of having to cut their asses off, too...

ANY way...I'm breaking this up into things that each left me pleased with, for really no one stands out to me as being the ONE best lover...my first love almost makes it, but that's because he molded "it" first and very few behind him could "fit" the bill. CTFU!!!

Dearest, 1st...you showed me tenderness. I'm glad that you were the 1st. I'll never regret you. You gave me some of my most loving moments. The way you held me, stroked me, looked at me, smiled that smile at me...yes, boo...you gave me standards to live by. To this day...you're the ONLY man that's ever cleaned me off with the gentleness of a lover-in-love. I don't even know if you know that's what you did...but, thank you. Love, Pekoe Light ;)

Dear "Sir B"...you, too showed me tenderness...but, you were the first to give me angry sex. Yes...that, "Yvette & Jody" shit...more passionate than "good"...less, hateful than it was energetic. Thanks for taking it like I like it...Love, Your Indian Goddess ;)

Dear, "RC"...MAN...your tongue...should be mounted on my table. That is all. Thanks, That bitch!

Dear, Aries...You...showed me desperate lust. ~phew~ If only your sex was as good as the ego-stroking you gave me. SHEESH. You gave me compliments (Damn, son...my pussy taste like Vanilla and What?) LMAO Showing up for kisses and having hands like an octopus...wow. You really dug this "light-skinned pretty mothafucka with pretty legs and good pussy" LMAOOOOO Sincerely, THAT BITCH!

Dear, Titty-Sucker...I dug you mostly because you knew how to do things to my most sensitive area...my knockers. Sheesh...if only you weren't SO scared to eat pussy...I'm sure your tongue skills could've been the BOMB! Oh, quit jerking off...maybe you'll fuck worth a damn...Love, Kiwi. LMAO

There ya go...Letters to the NOT-so-fabulous five.

6~Don't Fight It, Papi...

2011-05-23T16:44:00.001-04:00

Tell a story about how you would seduce someone you must have...

Well, other than just pushing him down, climbing on top of'em and doing my business...what else is there to say? LOL

Okay, Okay...I'm funnin' because honestly, I drew a blank the first day I saw this. I've been so unaffected by someone of late that I haven't thought about it. (Sad, I know...) So, I'll just go deep and think hard on someone who might fit the bill and get my grown woman on in this seductive narrative...

This guy is FINE...I mean fine ass frog hair, flea shit and fine print. His whole style is just that WAY that brothers do that make you want to discover what's between his ears, lips and thighs. Yes, talk that SHIT in my ear, drop the science, seeds and then them DRAWLZ...all for my kweenly delight. ~shiver~

I would (if I could) seclude this treasure of golden proportions...in a place no one could find him. I wouldn't cook for him...nope. That's too easy. That's "I'm-tryna-bait-a-husband" tactics! I want him to get pampered in every way so that when I've successfully lulled him and softened his guard...I can eat him alive...

Yes, I'll bathe him...while he sips whatever he likes to drink to wind down...

Yes, I'll massage him with the sweetest, most sensuous oils...

Yes, I'll kiss him down and then up again...

Yes, I'll be wearing something sexy and easy-to-remove...

I'll even ask him how his day was...and listen. (no really...I'll listen)

Then...I'll take him. I don't want anything responding, except his dick. I don't want him to make one stroke. I don't want him in control of a thing. I want him to lie back and be ridden. I want him to get on his knees while, I throw back all of "this" onto all of him. I'll feed him every drop of my anticipation for this moment...all he has to do is lick and swallow. Seriously...Don't move baby...just stay hard. I know it's gonna kill him...I mean, what man worth his sexual salt will lie still and not get the urge to move? It's akin to hearing music and your hips responding to the drums...I just don't want him to do a thing, but let me do MY thing.

I want him to smell like my peach cup ;)

I want to rest between my "takeover" and then climb back on like a champ. I want to officially, irrevocably, undeniably...PUT. HIM. TO. BED!!!

Then, if he wants...I'll make him a little something to eat. Then and only then can he come back and handle Mami like he wants to...

5~No Licky Licky

2011-05-21T01:14:00.001-04:00

She doesn't suck dick/He doesn't lick clits...is that a deal breaker?

Nope...

A good man...I repeat a GOOD man, is a rare commodity, seemingly. If I found one (or he found me) who knew how to treat me, love me, respect me...had work ethic, spirituality...was responsible, smart, funny, sweet...or just basically was a good dude who'd chosen ME to be his woman...you think I'd give a damn if he ever licked it?

Nah, I'd much rather just have someone I could trust and whom wasn't afraid to open up and be vulnerable to my love...

Sucking my clit ain't SHIT if he's making good love to my spirit! People focus on the wrong shit. What's MORE...is that even if he didn't start out doing it, whose to say with growing trust and intimacy that I couldn't wake up to this man's feverish hunger between my legs? Never say never, right?

4~Fuck Them, Pay Me?

2011-05-19T17:58:00.001-04:00

If you were approached and offered to do one porno scene for $20,000, would you do it? and why?

...HEYEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL to the NAWL!

Man, please. Number one-ten...my sex is PRICELESS!!! Number 11...damn, only $20k? O__o

If I'm GONNA do this once in a lifetime thing...can a chick get like $500,000. You're asking me to shed all of my insecurities, my CLOTHES, and in MY opinion my dignity and all I get is enough money to equal a paperboy's MANAGER'S salary per year? Uh, hell no. Not that ANY amount would suffice, but at least give me something I can wipe the tears of embarrassment and shame with...

Truthfully, even a million couldn't get me to do it. I've got this deep rebellious streak that doesn't like to do what is asked of me. Certain things...yea, but some off shit like this? *reaching for a razor* If you don't getcho NASTY ass outta my face...

Seriously...for real though...what the hell I look like? NOW...if you're asking me to DIRECT...hahaaaa, yea. Hell Yea! LIGHTS, CAMERA...LUBE!!

"I want YOU over there...act like he's the biggest you everrrr had!"

"You...don't get so excited...calm the fuck down...you're getting ball juice on the lens, dude..."

"I wanna see some ASSES wigglin'..."

"Aaaaaaaand....ASS-shun!"

Fuckouttahereyo...

3~ Spank Me

2011-05-18T21:08:00.001-04:00

Your thoughts on S&M...

What's S&M? Smoke and Mirrors?

::consults in whispers::

Oh, Oh...Sadism and Masochism? Sadomasochism? Hmm...well, this isn't going to be a long one. I don't think much on the topic. I've never really been in a serious S&M position. I do enjoy a good spanking, though. Something about the light sting and vibration that resonates all the way to my clit...talking about MOIST? ~phew~ I'm not good with getting pain inflicted on me. No tying my tits into a painfully tight redness (my girls are sensitive as hell). No hot wax...wait, I haven't tried that...I may wanna try that. ~~Scratch that~~. I'll just say, I'm not fuckin' with no one who wants to hold me down and whip on me. I'm from a town called Fuck Off Me...and I don't ever wanna have to be homesick.

Anywho...As far as inflicting pain onto someone else, well...again...haven't done it. Not closed to it...as long as there's no extreme shit. I ain't beating you til you bleed or pee on yourself. That's some nasty shit. Call me vanilla...hell, call me Caramel...just don't call me Crazy Cat O'Nine Tails Lady...

My thoughts overall are...if you like it, I love it! Do you...just don't do ME.

2~ Teacher, Teacher...

2011-05-17T22:56:00.001-04:00

If you meet someone right now that is a 30 year old virgin, would you be willing to be their first?

Let's see...

I guess it depends. Whatever HE wants from ME has to be what I want from someone else. If he just wants sex, while I'm wanting love...no. If he wants love from me, and I'm "just not that into him"...no.

If he didn't tell me...well, of course ;)

I can only imagine that if I met this 30 year old virgin...he would have clearly been in pursuit of me and we'd formed some kind of companionship. I would no more take his virginity on the terms of he just wants to have sex, then I would screw someone else who wants the same. Even if we decided love wasn't in the cards...there still would have to be a sense of respect. If he's even asking ME...he has to already know to a degree that his experience with me is gonna be less freak until we wreak...and more, sex 'til it's the best ;)

So, yea...lol

1~The Deflowering

2011-05-16T16:52:00.001-04:00

The first time you had sex…details please...

Well, well,well...the first day of our erotic challenge begins and it's truly THE introduction into sex. My first time...

My first love was this fine ass light-brown specimen...dimples, hazel eyes, slim build. He was 16 and I was 13...I know, I know. I was always over his house, because I grew up with he and his sister. This particular day, no one was there except the two of us. I'd fallen asleep on the carpet in the middle of a movie...and yea, he began his journey along my young body.

His fingers, then mouth found my size A's...I roused to his eyes looking at me and his smirk that said, "Mmmm". We'd fiddled around with the bases before...for goodness sakes...I spent the night almost every weekend. His suckling on my barely there breast wasn't new.

What WAS new, was when his hand traveled between my legs. I had on jean shorts, but I remember feeling naked. I think I had on turqouise nylon panties (funny what we remember) and I remember him putting his hand inside my panties. I can't recall being moist...mostly nervous. I said to him, "No..." but his 16yr old, deep-voiced pleas to (get ready) ...put the head in...made me want to give him what he wanted. After he'd removed my shorts, he kissed me, my breasts and then began working himself in between my thighs. It was like putting a square peg into a round hole. I winced and wormed backwards away from him and he told me to relax. There was NO way I could. That shit hurt. NOW...I recall that I wasn't properly aroused, let alone wet. He held onto my thighs anyway and pushed gently in a few times. I just ended up looking at him and holding onto my pain.

It didn't take long of course. LOL

He clearly worked himself up to ejaculation and then got up. He told me to lie still. He got a bath cloth and wiped me off. He even replaced my panties and shorts. I got up...sore...and went home (across the hall). He didn't really want me to go, but I didn't know what to say to him or how to feel.

We tried a couple of more times that summer. My mother found out and I didn't have sex for 5 more years. On my 18th birthday, when he asked me what I wanted for my birthday...I told him..."you". The night before, I played with myself for the first time ever in preparation for his sex. The day we had sex for the first time in 5 years...you know what I realized? Five years before...he barely had half of his dick in me. Woooo weee.

I rode that shit for three more years...until we went our separate ways.

That's the story!

30 Days of Erotic Truth

2011-05-15T23:34:00.000-04:00

YES, THIS is what I've been waiting for. Ms. Almond Joy had an idea to piggy-back off the original 30 Days of Truth blog...and make it an erotic one.

You all may want to hold onto your panties/boxers...this one may be a doozy. It's one thing for me to create a fictional story or poem for your sexual senses...but, this is me...raw. So, here we go.

Anyone reading can invite a friend to do this challenge with us. Feel free to use the banner above on the side of your blog to show participation. It's always nice to refer back to the creator (in this case Almond Joy).

Have at it. Have fun! Get kinky ;) See you after 30 days!

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1. The first time you had sex …details please

2. If you meet someone right now that is a 30 year old virgin, would you be willing to be their first?

3. Your thoughts on S&M..

4. If you were approached and offered to do one porno scene for $20,000, would you do it? and why?

5. She doesn’t suck dick/He doesn’t lick clits…is that a deal breaker?

6. Tell a story about how you would seduce someone you must have …

7. Write a letter to the best lover you’ve ever had..

8. What is your definition of rape? Date rape?

9. Does your religion/beliefs hinder your sexual expression?

10. A letter to the person you regret screwing .. tell em how you really feel…

11. Write a letter to the person you faked it with.. tell em why he/she didn't take you there once and for all…

12. A fantasy you want to fulfill

13. A fantasy you know you will never fulfill

14. Public sex: do or don’t?

15. Have you ever been caught masturbating or having sex? tell the story..

16. You are invited to a party that turned into an orgy, you just arrived…what would you like to see?

17. You walk in your bedroom to find your lover deep in the sexual act with the same sex.. what do you do?

18. Tell a sexual triangle short story

19. Bukkake? your thoughts..

20. Tell a story of your most embarrassing sexual experience..

21. Make a music playlist you would like to get busy to …(name of artist, title of song, why you choose it)

22. Swinging… your thoughts…

23. Dom/Sub… sexy or just an excuse for men or women to abuse?

24. What is your definition of freaky?

25. What motivates you to hit your orgasmic peak during a masturbation session?

26. Anal sex? are you anal about it?

27. Your man/woman likes to have sex with the same sex. Are you willing to invite this into your bedroom? Why?

28. If you could get your hands on some dick/pussy right now, how would you want it?

29. What makes you sexy to YOU?

30. write an erotic poem of your choice.. raunchy or classy.. bring it!!!

I Got Something For You ;)

2011-05-14T07:04:00.000-04:00

SOON, my girl Almond Joy and I, will issue a 30 day challenge. Joy was inspired recently by the 30 day truth challenge we did on our "good girl" blogs...so, she suggested we do a little something for the nassy folk! lol

I've already made the banner for the challenge and I am anticipating that any and all who want to participate will simply "borrow" the banner, start the challenge on their own erotic blog and if nothing else...connect back with Joy and I.

This ought to be QUITE interesting...I hear my girl has some interesting questions. So, stay tuned folks and be on the look out within the upcoming week for the unveiling of the 30 questions.

::cracking knuckles::

Elle's Tales: Malachi

2011-01-23T22:43:00.001-05:00

{Malachi, 36, Tahiti}

Vacation. Something that I don't get often. Sure, I go from city to city. State to state...all for clients...and yes, in between I meet some very impressive lovers. BUT...when, I plan my own vacation I fully intend on being even more scandalous...indulging in the highest levels of debauchery for which I'm capable.

Tahiti has been in the making for a few months. After traveling back home and then to San Francisco...I wanted to parlay my down time as far away from family and familiar faces as possible. My best friend and sometimes co-hort, Collette was first up for an invitation to join me. She is a given, because we do our best "fucking up"...together. We've NEVER had an intimate moment before and we planned on keeping it that way. We've been propositioned numerous times...but, we just aren't into each other. We're tight like a virgin's legs. Period

~the trip~

I packed very lightly. This is TAHITI for sun's sake. Everything was light, flowy dresses, barely there tops and skirts, and a few thongs for when I decided underwear were necessary. The shoe game, however...stays tight. I took more pairs of heels and wedges than anything else. Nights dancing to Tahitian sounds are only as wonderful as the shoes I'm wearing. Once packed, Collette and I hopped our flight, riding clouds to the island of Tahiti.

The sights and scenery? Well, it can only be described as God's art. It's what God does in his spare time when He's got nothing better to do than perfect the color of things. I honestly got so caught up in my view from the plane and the ride to our hotel...that I forgot to snap photos. Thankfully, Collette always picks up where I leave off.

Fast forward>> We've hit our rooms (adjoining), freshened up and changed clothes for a little walk around the island we're on...Bora Bora. A lifelong dream of mine to vacation here...come true before my eyes. My camera was definitely ready for aim. I dressed in a gradient blue sleeveless wrap dress that tied right under my breasts. My floppy hat for shade, and a pair of flat sandals. At some point, Collette and I with our different interests...hers, the water...mine the island...separated. We promised to meet back in a couple of hours at the room for dinner. Both of us REALLY were just making sure that whatever we "shopped for" on the island didn't collide. We liked keeping our trysts separate from our friendship even though we were the only ones we trusted with these erotic escapades.

I ended up joining a group of tourists hiking along the scenic routes. The guide was gorgeous. He wore nothing but a sarong, beads and a traditional floral crown. There was something about him. He wasn't your average Tahitian native. I could tell from his accent. It wasn't as deep as the other islanders...making me feel kindred with him. He guided, showing the glory of his island...proudly pointing out beautiful apexes, serene waters tucked within palm trees and other exotic fauna. I was moist through the entire hike. His bare chest, flexing with every hand gesture and arm lift towards a sight...was making me want to tackle him mid-sentence and show those tourists a REAL scene. I filled my two micro chips up with plenty of evidence that I DID see some of the island. I got a mean tan and a nice work out for my calves. I gave Mr. Be Still My Pulsing Parts...one last glance and began the trek back to my lodging. I got 10 or more feet from the group when I felt his hands cup my elbow gently...

"Excuse, me Ma'am...may I have a moment?" He asked.
My eyes lit and I said, "Yes, may I help you?" I was amazed at his clearly "American" accent.
"I was wondering if you'd like to come to a traditional Tahitian dinner with me..." he asked.
I couldn't stop staring at him. His chiseled jawline, silkened and wild eyebrow, his full heart-shaped lips...all were coming together to form this splendid man looking at me...awaiting an answer.
"Um, sure...why not. I'm here for the full experience. I'd love to. Can I bring a friend?" I asked, remembering that Collette and I were supposed to eat dinner together.
"Yes, you can bring who you like. I'm sure he will enjoy the festivities as well..." he said, conspicuously fishing.
I giggled and said, "No, my friend is a woman...there is no "he" on this trip." he placed his hand on his chest dramatically, looking upward and said, "Oh, good...I would've been broken hearted to have watched you on another man's arm tonight."
Mission accomplished. I blushed, smiled, and leaked all at the same time.
"Good...give me your room number and I will escort you and your friend to dinner."
I told him where I was staying and which "hut" I was in...and he promised to see me in a few hours.

~back at the room~

"No, I have plans, sis..." Collette said. I looked at her with that knowing look and said, "Wow, you work fast!" and laughed. She said, "...I met a local guy who wants to hook up for dinner...so, I'll have to decline your invitation." I thought about it for a split pea second and said, "GOOD...this guy is fine as frog hair...so, I REALLY don't mind being alone with him." We giggled a little. Helped each other pick out an outfit and made sure make up and hair was flawless. Collette had long, naturally wavy hair down to the small of her back. She reminded me of a very tanned East Indian. Tall with a thickened frame...Collette was the center of attention. When we met, it was like kismet that two very "visible" ladies...would gravitate and bring about a swarm of attention from every guy within eye range. Collette, literally took her hair, parted it into two's, and bow tied it. She secured it with a wooden clip in the shape of a flower and she was done. Her date, "Francois"...came through and scooped her up. They waved goodbye and off into the Tahitian sunset they went. I finished my own hair...by banana-clipping it into a mohawk. My above shoulder-length hair, curly from being dampened frizzed into a perfect do with a little covering my eye. It was hot. I had on a red floor-length halter dress made of a thin breathable cotton. It flowed when I walked, giving a peek at my red thong kitten heels.

As I was checking my reflection in the mirror...a knock came at the door. I opened it and there he was. He inhaled and breathed out aggressively as if he'd almost lost his breath. He said, "You're an angel...your physical beauty is exasperating." That's when it hit me. He IS American. I said, "Where are you from? And...what is your name?" I laughed nervously, almost ashamed I hadn't gathered this information earlier. He said, "I am from here...well, kind of. My mother is a Tahitian native, my dad an American. I've lived back and forth both places...living mostly here. I do spend a lot of time in the states, though. By the way...I'm Malachi Donovan." he said, as we left my room and walked. I smiled and eased up a little. Knowing he was from home gave me permission to relax. I asked if he was married or involved, to which he replied no. He told me of how he could've very well been heir to his dad's hometown business...printing...yet, he chose to live in Bora Bora and play native man. His parents were never married, but carried a long term affair that existed only when his father found time to vacation on Tahiti's islands. Sounded typical of American men and their often philanderous ways. I wanted to ask what nationality his father was, but I didn't want to seem crass. "What nationality is your father?" I asked, in spite of my nano second of conscience. "My father is part Irish-part Jamaican." ,he answered. "Wow..." I said. "...that seems like a pretty interesting mix of heritage you've got going there." He laughed and said, "Yes...my grandmother is Irish and my grandfather a Jamaican, straight off the banana boat." We laughed some more. We talked and giggled all of the way to a beautiful short stucco ranch home. It was butter yellow with white shutters and a brown door. Carefully tended flowers and bushes, traced the outline of the stone path leading to the door. As soon as we got within feet of the door...it swung open and a middle aged woman, standing a little taller than me, greeted me and invited me in.

Malachi's mother made a Tahitian feast to which I've never been fed so wonderfully. Who would've thought you could eat so much roasted pig, taro, peruvian blue potatoes, and some kinda meat and rice wrapped in huge leaves? We left shortly after eating to walk off the monstrous meal we'd consumed. I couldn't believe I ate so much in front of Malachi. I should've been embarrassed, but between the laughter of his family, the music, the food and the welcoming feeling...I didn't have a chance to. As we walked back to my room...we talked.

"I'm glad you enjoyed my mother's cooking...she seemed to enjoy bringing you more." he laughed
"I loved the cuisine...nothing like what I'm used to...good nonetheless." I said as I smiled girlishly.

There was something about Malachi that was different. This guy was making my stomach flip and causing my back to arch. I felt warm throughout my face and I couldn't stop smiling. He was god-like in his physical presence...his frame a testimony of what a man's physique should be. He made me want to get in shape! {lol} His long curly hair, pulled back into a ponytail...more like a set of curtains drawn for a performance. I noticed...dimples. Deeply caven into his cheeks bringing emphasis to an already gorgeous smile. His broad neck...flawlessly leading into the well-defined shape of his shoulders and arms. His lips moved...softly...perfectly...bringing about decadent whispers falling off of his tongue. I wondered if he could sing...I wondered if he'd read to me. I wondered...

"Elle? Are you okay? Where were you?" he asked
"Oh, I was wondering where Collette is right now...I mean, we don't really know our way about the island...so, I think I should go to my room and wait for her to show..." I quickly said, while walking a little faster as I saw the grouped huts come into full view.
"Oh, I was hoping we could have a drink or two...walk by the lagoon and take in the moon and water..." He said with the most disappointing tone.
"Yes...that sounds wonderful...we'll do that before I leave. I promise. I am just concerned for Collette. Tomorrow?" I asked, not really needing his reply.
"Sure...no problem. I'm glad you had a good time. My family enjoyed you. Contrary to what you may think...I don't bring every beautiful tourist woman I see to my mother's home."
I could tell he felt the need to clarify. He picked up on my haste and probably wondered whether it was some notion that came to mind in a flash concerning his romantic habits.
"No..." I said assuringly, "I didn't think you did. I just need to sleep off such a fabulous meal. Like I said...we'll definitely get together soon before I leave the island."
I hugged him, inhaled his scent for posterity, released him and went inside my room.

I avoided him for the rest of my trip. I made Collette do tourist things with me as I looked over my shoulder...seeing Malachi in every Tahitian man's face. I knew...if I spent ONE more moment with that man...I'd fall in love.

{Malachi. 36. Tahiti. No rating can describe him...}

Elle's Tales: India

2011-01-07T23:58:00.002-05:00

{India, 40, San Francisco, CA}

I haven't had a girl in a while. I don't really crave women much anymore...but, they LOVE me. I remember the woman who walked up to me in the department store as I was in line to try on a dress. She, behind me...leans forward and whispers, "Let me help you into and OUT of that baby..." I did, too. She came right into my changing room with me, pretending to know me and ate my pussy from behind while I watched in the mirror. Afterward...she took off my clothes sweetly, put the dress on me, placed my breasts nicely into it and zipped it. She said it looked gorgeous on me...and bought it. I have her number still. She has definitely eaten at Elle's more than a few times. I even let her fuck me with a strap-on...she likes that shit. That was several years ago though when I was straight out of college. Since her, I haven't been with another female...

...til, India...

I was visiting my sister Dahlia in San Fran. She moved out there right after her own graduation from college and subsequent engagement to her now husband, Kenton...a big time real estate investor. They have 3 children...one of which is my soon-to-be born niece, Lillian Sky. I'm here for the shower and to also handle some convenient business for my bosses. When they saw I would be in San Fran, they immediately found two different clients that needed to be consulted with. I'd spend a day or two doing business and the rest of the week basking in my sister's pregnancy and quality time with my niece, Mikole (9) and nephew, KJ (4).

First day in, was business...after doing what I do, the clients were satisfied with what the home office wanted to discuss and waived any reason to meet again while I was in San Fran. I decided after leaving my client's offices...to go touring. It'd been so long since I'd been to San Francisco and wanted to experience the cable cars and wonderful views. I always got swept up with family plans. I made sure my digital camera had ample memory and battery power and hopped aboard a car going down Market Street. I stood, camera mounted at chin level, ready for the most picturesque shots I could capture...when, SHE bumped into me. I'm still not sure if I believe it was an accident...but, it happened.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit you..." she said.
"No problem, close quarters." I replied, going back to my views...I barely looked at her.

A moment passed and she said, "You smell so good, what is that fragrance?" I looked back at her and was amazed at this woman's near perfect looks. Taller than me by a few inches, she was what had to be a mix of things...olive tone, light brown eyes, super curly lashes and full lips with highlighted brown, curly hair, closely cropped. Not looking a bit of the 40yrs I found out she was. Without pausing, I said, "It's a mixture of two. One is a citrus oil...the other is an oil called "Patchouli". I get them from a small shop where I'm from." She leaned in closely...waving her nose in the vicinity of my collarbone. "Mmmm, I could lick you..." she said smiling. I said, "Wow...did you say that? Out loud?" She leaned in again and said, "My name is India...and yes, I said it. You'd let me, too...I can tell." By then, my nipples were peeking at her through my sleeveless silk blouse and I began clinching my thighs together to keep any stray seepings from getting loose. I smiled and said, "My name is Elle...nice to meet you, India." I was indeed deflecting. I hadn't been with a woman in several years...and though the experience was stellar...I simply couldn't carry on an ongoing affair with another woman. I crave the strength of a man between my thighs. Ms. India, though? She was putting moves on me...and I was losing ground.

She reached in her purse and extracted a card. "Here you go...you can call me if you decide that you need an expert to handle your needs." And with that, she exited the cable car and sashayed up the hill and out of sight. I was blown away by her walk and until I couldn't see her anymore, I watched her soar away like some exotic bird.

When I got back to Dahlia's we ate and did some errands. We couldn't have been back more than a few minutes when her friend Vivian called. Dahlia had her on speaker...as if she needed it. She was loud as fuck. "Yea Dahlee (as we all called her)...come over so we can meet your sis. Me and the girls are here. We have liquor...JUICE for you...and food. PLENTY of food. We're having a pre-shower shower for you! haha." Dahlia said, "My sister is sitting right here...it's up to her. She's visiting, so it's her family time, Viv..." I shook my head no and then said, "No way, it's up to the guest of honor...I'll go wherever she goes." I said. We agreed to go to Viv's and kick it for a while with her girls.

Vivian's house was nice. A classic Victorian style...very popular in San Fran painted peach with white trim. Stepping INSIDE was something different. Absolutely contemporary. She had a very specific taste...and I could tell she might be anal...well, OCD. *snickering*

"WELCOME!" Viv yelled. She's even louder in person...damn. She cackled, hugged Dahlia and then me. I was introduced to everyone in the room by the human megaphone as we entered the spacious living room. "Hey everyone, this is Elle...Dahlia's sister. Elle, this is Sienna, Morgan, Essence, Theresa and Theresa's sister, India..." Well...well...well. I thought. There stood the beautiful India...looking like a piece of Viv's contemporary art. Everyone waved, shook my hand or hugged...but, India and I nodded and diverted glances back to other people. I was nervous through the serving of dinner and through the games. I won the word scramble and the "what's in your bag?" game...I carry EVERY thing but the kitchen sink, unless you want to count wipes and sanitizer a sink. As cupcakes were being given out with sparkling wine (apple cider for Dahlee)...India came and sat down next to me. She asked me to come with her for a second. Her sister, Theresa watched us intently. Clearly, she's aware of her sister's "taste" in lovers and wondered if I, too...were swinging "that-a-way". I didn't care what she thought...I'm free to be Elle, so I got up and followed India into a spare room in Viv's 4 bedroom home. I figured maybe she wanted to discuss quickly where we could meet or whether she wanted for the people in the room to know her persuasion. When we got into the room, India threw me up against the wall and slipped her hand under my skirt. I didn't do SHIT. I just let her handle me. I had dudes handle me with more care than this chick...but it was doing something for the tingle in my spine. She told me to spread my legs, as she fingered her way through my crevice. She was literally holding me against the wall with one hand palming my right breast as she dug for my gold with the other. She then finally met eyes with me...no expression at all, until she saw my eyes roll back and my legs tremble. Only then did she smile. She said, "I'm not finished..." She bent down and tongue-fucked me while people walked to and fro past this bedroom. I heard people asking where we were and got nervous...but the sounds funneled out with her hungry licks and nibbles on my clit. She kept going back and forth between sucking my lips, clit and thighs...placing her thumb in my pussy and her middle finger in my ass...twisting my nipples with her free hand and humming in a low tone that made my legs rock back and forth from buckling to standing straight. I was bouncing before I knew it and she quickened her pace. This chick was WORSE than a man. The way she did this, made me feel like a man was between my legs. I started moaning lightly in a weirdly symphonic way. When I came on her tongue...she stood up, kissed me and licked both fingers. I looked down to see if my legs were still there and all I saw was drips of my cum on Viv's wood floor.

India disappeared into the adjoining bathroom...gargled and wiped her face. I went and cleaned up (including a quick swab to the floor beneath me). India returned to the front...and not long afterward, Dahlia came to the door, knocked and entered. I was sitting on the chair fixing my shoe. "Um, Lil One...what the hell happened in here? Did India come onto you?" she asked. I looked my sister in her face and said, "No, but I came ON her..." My sister burst into laughter and said, "Oh my Lord...my sister is a Lesbian!!". I giggled some more and said, "No, not really. I've had experiences with a few women, but I fully love and enjoy men more." She seemed okay with knowing that for the first time...and together we returned to the front. India winked and smiled while sipping from her wine glass. The rest of the ladies just stared and smiled. Eventually, the shock in the air dissipated and we continued on laughing and drinking until we parted ways. We saw each other again at Dahlee's baby shower and then I left. I DID however promise her that next time was HER turn. I would mount that Amazonian beauty about 9 weeks later when my niece was born. India, my sweet India. I have to be careful with her...she had me eying San Francisco real estate for a hot second...~phew~

{India. 40yrs. San Francisco. Thick and long tongue. 5 out of 6 licks}

Next, on Passion's Fruit...lol

2010-12-30T00:35:00.000-05:00

It's been a while since I posted...and honestly I haven't posted for a lot of personal reasons. 2010 has been a doozy...but, I'm trying to get back on my writing grind.

Coming in the New Year...there will be more of Elle's Tales posted. I "think" I lost my sexy this year...but I'm looking for it with a flood light!

I hope everyone has enjoyed their holiday and will meet me back here for the New Year 2011 with some more passion.

Love and Sensual Kisses,

~Kween

Elle's Tales: Qua

2010-08-04T03:52:00.002-04:00

{Qua, 31, Hometown, Nunya}

I travel so much, that I never get to drive my own car. I am a car rental's dream. Thankfully, my company picks up the tab and I don't do anything but gas it. (On some occasions...I'm reimbursed)...still, it's a pretty sweet deal. Yet, my customized Range Rover begs to be driven at times. I work so unreasonably close to where I live, that driving would be lazy. I walk the barely 20 minute walk to work every day and my calves are killer because of it. TODAY...is me and my baby's day. So for my trip...a wash, a full tank, vitamin water, Wheat Thins for snacking, iPod, phone and charger... are all required must-haves for the 2-hour drive I'm taking to my hometown to visit the family.

Going home isn't something I do often. Not just because I'm busier than the hottest hoe on the stroll...but, because my hometown holds bittersweet memories of love and innocence lost, nasty whispers and a father who is moderately disappointed in the aforementioned. Rev. Thorne is perpetually disappointed. It's like his lot in life is to frown harshly on everything his family does. I don't even think it's because he actually IS disappointed...but, because it's what "men of the cloth" are supposed to do...be hardest on their families. My mother on the other hand is an excellent "first lady" with the patience of Job. She often shakes her head in shame of how my father uses his "tongue of doom" upon his children. I am the youngest, if you hadn't guessed...and yes, I'm spoiled as hell. Somehow, though...my father reserves and casts his most poisonous aspersions onto me and my "lifestyle". He hates that I travel so much...mostly alone...and says that I will forget the ways of my upbringing being thrown into the world so regularly. If only he REALLY knew. I could REALLY go without the lectures, but my mother begged me for this visit...and like I said, my "baby" craves a good drive.

The drive wasn't too bad...I managed to sing my way all the way home. My favorite driving song of all time is Nina Simone's "Sinnerman"...it just gets your fingers and feet tapping and clears the road for acceleration. Once home, I pulled into mom and dad's driveway and on cue, they both appeared hand in hand at the door. My childhood home is a red two-story craftsman, shutters on windows included...a family's home. It was my paternal grandfather's house. My dad has renovated it twice...once adding an extra room to the back and again when giving mom her dream kitchen. The garden has always been upkept as well as the wonderful fish pond dug up by "Grampa Thorne" when my dad was a kid. On sight, my mom outstretches her arms. "Hey baby..." mom, says. Dad hugs me and eyes me for a sec. "Hey baby girl...not missing any meals, huh?". Mom (as usual)...slaps dad's arm and says,"Winston! Your tongue!". He pinches my arm fat and says, "She knows I'm just kidding...give dad another hug". I oblige, but remember to make him pay for his remark with some kind of unnecessary loan.

We sit and talk, as mom offered coffee cake (which I declined for obvious reasons) and no sooner than dad opens his mouth to start grilling me...the doorbell rings. I decide to answer...and there stood, Qua. "WOW...L******..." he says using my full name. "...you look amazing..." he drools. Qua's family has lived next door for years...and truthfully, the last time "I" saw him was when I left for school nearly 12 years ago. He had been away to school himself, but was home for that summer. I was still getting over "O" and wasn't eying anything that didn't look like a walking sexual escape. I never saw Qualiq like that. He was like fam...LIKE fam, I said to myself. *hmmm* This dude is looking damned good. DARK chocolate...bald head, THICK as fuck...oh shit. I haven't even replied yet! "Oh, hey Qua...I almost didn't recognize you...come in." I say as he reaches and hugs me. When he wraps his arms around me he whispers in my ear, "Mmm girl...I like this thick shit...". I was shocked...and my panties filled with my leaking sex. I had to regroup...I mean, I'm standing in REV. THORNE'S house...my DAD. I braced myself and as Qua was greeting the 'rents...I snatched my bag off the couch and scurried off to the bathroom down the hall. I pulled down my shorts and GEEZ my panties were no more good. I just took them off, washed them in the sink and balled them in my hand. After leaving the bathroom, I flew upstairs and hung them in my old room to dry. WOW...this is unexpected. How do I go back downstairs and look him in his slanted light-brown eyes and not TOTALLY destroy my shorts. I came with NOTHING else to change into. This was supposed to be just a day's excursion..who the hell is planning for their pussy to get wet while lunching with their parents? I hear my dad bellow my name. "L*******!!! Come and join us for lunch...Qua is going to stay, too!" HELP ME!! I think. I yell okay and go back downstairs. I smooth my shorts, the flowing off-the-shoulder blouse I was wearing AND my unruly curls. I wobbled back down to the awaiting eyes...and sure enough...Qua's and mine met. Almost as if she could see the tension and the need for us to release it...my mother said, "Shoot, I forgot to buy the lemons for my orange-lemonade...do you mind going, Elle?" She was the only one who called me that...I loved it. "Yes, mom...I'll go. I'll be right back." I flew out of there like a whore out of church. As soon as I chirped my alarm off, I heard Qua say, "Wait, L******...I'll go. Damn, is this you?" he asked pointing at my baby. "Yes, it is..." I replied. His eyes widened and then he pointed over to the Range Rover parked in his driveway...his and mine opposite in colors...something like our skintones. My baby was cream on cream...his black on black. I said, "Cool! Jump in...let's go."

The store was about 15mins away on the highway. The entire time I was driving...I could feel Qua's eyes moving up my thighs, over my arms and across my breasts. I was so nervous that I missed the exit and had to drive to the next one to get off...a whole 10mins down the road. He snickered and said, "I'm sorry...I've been throwing you off your square since you opened the door...why is that?" he asked devilishly. I said, "You were never...I guess, I never saw you as...attractive. I mean, NOT that you're not handsome...but, we were always neighbors...and kinda like family, so..." I said stumbling over explanations. He said, "It's okay...I get it. Besides...I remember how into that guy, Omar you were...you didn't have TIME to notice little old me." Why was this dude mentioning HIS name? I never mentioned HIS name...NEVER. That turned me off and I found myself off the next exit and making my way back to the market. I said, "Well...I am grown up now and he's the furthest thing from my mind...next." Qua threw his hands up and said, "I'm sorry...didn't mean to overstep." As he was conceding to my annoyed state...I was pulling into the lot. He offered to get out and purchase the lemons. I let him. I needed a moment. I sat and seethed while he got out and walked in. I was then taken back in time. I remembered the incident after finding out HE had been fucking all my "friends" and some of my family...and I actually felt a tear fall. I wiped it away and said aloud, "Fuck that...fuck, Omar." I hadn't said his name in years. I gathered myself together as quickly as possible and with that Qua exited the store with mom's lemons. The drive back to the house was decidedly quiet. Qua asked once if I was okay, and I lied, "...yes."

Lunch was served. Eventually through the meal I got my mind right and was smiling and laughing with everyone. My older brother Evan popped in with his two little girls and stayed for a sec. Qua decided after Evan showed up to go home. He wanted me to enjoy my family time...he'd only came over to tell my dad that he'd finished fixing the carpenter's cart he promised to. My dad said, "Baby, walk Qua out...thank you...and thank YOU, Qua for fixing my cart." Qua waved and said, "No problem, Rev. Thorne...my pleasure. Good night everyone."

I walked out the door into the now dusking day and noticed such a beautiful sky of orange-pink and light blue...the sun is setting. Qua says, "I'm sorry if my mentioning your ex brought any pain today...it was small talk, but I should've been more careful." I looked at him in the view of the porch's motion light...and said, "It's okay...I realized today that I am not as over things as I thought I was. I've been masking pain with so many other things...and today, I got a rude awakening as to how deep that hurt still runs. For that, Qua...thank you." I hugged him and he inhaled my Euphoria perfume...held me a little tighter and said, "Let me make you feel better?" I didn't even say yes or no. He took my hand...led me off my parent's porch and across our yards...to the other side of his house where the hedges were over eight feet tall. He pushed me gently against the side of the house, pulled the elastic border of my blouse down...freeing my breasts. He began sucking them, while finding his hands down my shorts...he looked at me in the darkening day and smiled at finding no underwear. He rubbed my pussy front to back, gathering my juices on his fingers and dipping into me. I closed my eyes, tilted my head back and let this man please me. He manipulated my nipples with his tongue and one hand, while fingering my pussy into submission. My legs widened and I unbuttoned my shorts. I let them hit the ground as I pulled his head into the center of my breasts. He bent down, placed my leg over his shoulder and slurped up all of me. In the distance I could hear my mother calling my name...almost as if it were a tunnel between us. I didn't stop...neither did Qua. He sucked on me until his dick begged to break free of his pants. Qua was also VERY prepared. It was like, sometime between lunch and going to get my dad's carpenter cart...he'd slipped protection into his pocket. Nice. He ripped it with his teeth, I removed it and put it on his dick. YES, this man had GIRTH. I've had his length before but not this wide. He lifted ME up against the house and dropped me gingerly onto himself. I relaxed, while he opened my ass cheeks with both hands and as he pumped, he got all of himself into me. He bounced me up and down and I moaned...LOUDLY as the thunderous clapping of my skin and his echoed in the night. He fucked me SO hard up against his house that someone heard and turned the light on in his living room. That's when he put me down, and led me to the back of the house and into the basement's patio doors. He turned around, dick still out and swinging and placed his finger over his mouth. I nodded. He sat down and motioned for me to get on top. I did, and oooh did it hurt at first. I had my screw face on as I worked him back into me...mmmm. I went for broke. I rode him better than I'd ridden anyone in a while. His dick made me create moves my body didn't know before. He was the loud one now...so, I put a nipple in his mouth. I sped up my groove until I felt my legs get weak and I couldn't ride anymore. He flipped me over on my side and brought it HOME. I came all over his dick...the couch...and myself. I laid there briefly, as he retrieved my shorts from the side of the house. I cleaned up in his bathroom and replaced my clothing. He kissed me and said, "Welcome home, Lilliana".

I found my way back to my parent's house...and to my surprise my dad made no funny remarks. I guess he trusted what I said when I told him I was just saying bye to Qua. He really trusts him.

My mom packed food...a jug of her orange-lemonade and some of the coffee cake I turned down and I hit the road. As I was pulling away from the house, my pussy throbbed with painful glee. I think I drove home sitting almost sideways. Me and my baby got out today...and we both had a HELL of a ride. You CAN go home again.

{Qua in my Hometown. 31yrs old. 9" copper pipe. (adding a 6th kiss to the scoring). 6 out of 6 kisses on nostalgia purposes alone}

Elle's Tales: Claude

2010-07-29T20:01:00.001-04:00

{Claude, 28, Savannah, GA}

As per usual, my company sent me off to secure a deal. This time I was sent to Savannah, GA...alone. No nosy ass Brynn...just a free bird allowed to soar in Savannah's rippling heat. I love the heat. I love the sun on my skin causing a sensual sheen over my skin tone. I love to feel that type of heat that inspires desires for stripping...no tease. I'd play later though, this was serious business. I had 2 weeks to win over a "wiggling" client. He was on the line, but not quite captured by my company's overall offer. We were offering a GREAT deal...but, being young...our perspective client had no vision as to how our deal would make for a lucrative return...starting out a slow climb and taking off like a smooth ball of stone on speed-inducing hills. In the long run, not only would he make money, but he'd own most of the rights making him a TRUE "captain" of industry.

Claude Shannon, was suprisingly...a chef. Here is this young thing, tall and fit, brown and fine...heading up a delivery business specializing in "soul'd sweets". All the flavors of his cheesecake line were famous Black southern desserts. Apple Brown Betty. Red Velvet. Sweet Potato. Pecan Pie...and my fave, Banana Pudding...affectionally called "Pudding in Pie". Not only were there cheesecakes, among other confections...there was a savory end of the business. Slabs of ribs, smoked and fried turkey, microwave-to-plate sides, and his newly branded soft drinks. THAT was the focus of my visit...to begin a new marketing strategy for the soft drinks. Researching to make sure his products had that "it" selling potential. You had to have commercial "swag" to hit alongside the big guns in the soda industry. My aim was to get him a deal in a few superstore chains and make his foods a household name.

He offered for our meeting to double as a taste-testing of sorts. He made me dinner and dessert in his closed diner/delivery home "Soul'd Sweets". Even though I usually dress to knock men off their feet, I also dress to be relative to my client. This southern boy would most likely have on a pair of jeans, a casual shirt and a nice pair of loafers...or something close. I decided to dress down, but still bring professionalism to the table AND manage to stay cool in the scorching Savannah nights. YES, they are as humid as the days. I threw on a flowing empire top in a floral pattern, a pair of white capris, a thin white shrug and a pair of white tie-up stilletos. My hair, was pulled into a loose, curly bun and I went pink/natural with my make up. Young and fresh!

When I reached the door of his establishment, he opened it on cue. He had on damn near everything I said he would except for the "man-sandals" he was sporting. This man was...wow. Caramel cookie luxe, the build of a thick b-ball player, very close curly hair...almost sandy brown, deeply set eyes...Mmm. He said my name, clearly a second or third time, "Ms. Thorne?". I said, "Yes...yes...Mr. Shannon, right?". He smiled and waved the way for me to enter. He said, "Yes...that would be me. Please have a seat." The seat he referred to was the only table in the store that had a place setting. The ambiance was decidedly classy and romantic for a man of his age to own...I wondered what woman put her style into this cozy nook. The windows were typical Georgian floor to ceiling windows with arched crowning donned in drapes of a deep crimson that were swept gracefully and secured with wrought iron "S-shaped" tiebacks. The tabletops were square, dark-brown granite with crimson runners and a small lit lamp in the center. He had the dinnerware stacked from charger to bowl and simple goblets. The smell was splendid...and I got hungry, instantly.

Some how in my revelry, I'd missed his disappearance into the back...and as I was finally sitting, he was re-entering the dining area pushing a cart with covered platters on two different racks. Before I could consider what was underneath he removed the cover of the first two platters. Small portions...a taster's plate, were artfully arranged. The braised beef rib sitting atop sun-dried tomato barbecue sauce. Blond mac and cheese (made with aged white Vermont cheddar, mozzarella, Parmesan and suprisingly...goat cheese). Rainbow chard...sauteed with roasted red peppers, garlic, shallots and red chiles. Roasted sweet potatoes with cinnamon/brown sugar/ginger crumble. And panko and herb-coated catfish "fingers" w/a cayenne aoili. For the dessert...thin slivers of each cheesecake offered...and of course his locally famous sodas. They were basic soda waters with flavored syrups that came in "Lemon-Tea", "Cherry Bomb", "Blackberry-Lime", and "Ginger-Orange". I was borderline gluttonous as I partook of each flavor offered...coming away with my culinary mind blown. The star of this show?...Roasted Sweet Potatoes with that MARVELOUS crumble. It was like pie, without crust...but better. We laughed a little over dinner...mostly at my VERY vocal responses to his food. I showed him the proposals and even spot-changed his slogan and selling points based on my own taste experience. By evening's end, I was full as a tick and ready for bed...his. Yet, I was "good" and took myself back to my hotel alone and fingered myself with the same fingers I used to lick the cheesecake off of.

In the middle of the night...a knock at my door came. I had no clue who it was...even though I should've. Throughout the entire night, Claude was eying my tits the way I side-eyed his dick print in his pants. We were eye-fucking each other the entire night...and in spite of it...I managed to bring myself to come back to the room solo. Sleepily and wearily, I asked for identification. "Who is it?". "Claude Shannon, Ms. Thorne." I opened the door not really thinking about my appearance and he said, "You're so beautiful..." as he eyed the floor length white gown I had on...so thin, it displayed my everything in the light shining from the bathroom. I opened my mouth to respond, "Oh my...thank you..." I said self-consciously becoming aware of my disheveled hair and eye spit. He said, "Fuck it...". He closed the door behind himself...backed me to the bed and fell on top of me...kissing me hard...tasting my pussy off my own lips, as I had fallen asleep after pleasuring myself and tasting. He threw up my gown...made love to my nipples with his warm tongue and followed the trail until he tasted first-hand my juices. He sucked on my pussy endlessly. He ate me, like I ate his dinner...and I swear, I wondered if this man would STOP sucking, licking, humming, inhaling, finger-fucking and causing me to squirt back to back. His kisses and pussy-eating style were the same. He was intently focused on the business of lapping and swallowing my creaminess. I think I lost consciousness momentarily. When he finally stood up and unbuckled, unzipped and unveiled his dick...my eyes focused barely on what had to be the prettiest thing. I reached for it involuntarily to place in my mouth. He smiled and said, "No...open your legs." I did as I was told and as I sat waiting for him to place himself in me, my clit throbbed and beat in sync with my heart and the hardening of my nipples. He rubbed the fatness of his dick's head up and down my wetness. He kept doing it and I kept trying to place him inside of me with my pelvic thrust. He rubbed his dick up and down...as the sounds of slurps and squishes echoed in spurts between my moans and pleading..."Fuck me, Claude...please. Oh DAMN...you're torturing me..." He kept doing it, never breaking stride and intensifying the speed of what he was doing...he placed the head at my entrance several times teasing the pulsing openness. He'd barely place it in and then pull it out, creating a sucking sound and then continue with "greasing" his pipe with my stickyness. As my clit swelled and my nut swirled and my back arched...he shocked me by putting his dick in swiftly and fucking me with barely 3 strokes...ending in the strongest orgasm I've ever had. I released so much cream on him that he looked down and said, "NOW you can taste...". I sucked his dick til he came and I passed out from lockjaw and pussy pain.

I got the account...and another candidate for a return fuck. Mmmmm. FIVE fucking stars!

{Claude in Savannah. 28yrs old. 8" dick. 5 out of 5 kisses.}

Elle's Tales: Gregg

2010-07-27T21:39:00.002-04:00

{Gregg, 41, Boulder, CO}

I met Gregg while on a business trip in Boulder, CO. Thank God it was summer. I had to go there with a colleague to scout out a potential client. I couldn't believe I was going out there...hell, I heard things about "those" states. I didn't even know there WERE brothers that far out mid-west. But there I was. I was in the lobby of my hotel, reading a magazine while waiting for my slow ass co-worker. She took her time and Gregg wasted none making a bee-line to me. Dressed in a strapless white dress with layers that started under the breast line...I was a vision of summer loveliness. I had on 4" wedge tie-up heels and had my hair wavy and pulled back by a white headband. "Excuse, me...I just wanted to introduce myself. I'm Gregg Spencer." he said. I looked up from my "Boulder Today" tourist mag and fanned myself lightly. The lobby was air conditioned, but this was one fine ass man. The color of distressed brown leather, but softened by the glow of suntan lotion, or something...he beamed, "FUCK ME" like a neon sign. I took the hand offered, shook it and smiled. "I'm Elle...nice to meet you, Gregg." I responded softly. We caught eye contact and he knew it was on.

After Brynn and I went to breakfast, shopped a little and relaxed on our free time...I got ready to go see Gregg. Even though the company originally set Brynn and I up in the same room...I got it changed to an adjoining suite. I like my privacy...I also know how I get down, so it was a must. Eventually, I decided...Gregg's room was the destination for this night, because I had a feeling Ms. Brynn was a voyeur...or a damn ear hustler. No way could I have her going back and informing the head honchos of my whoredom.

At 10:03pm, I sauntered down to Gregg's room a floor below mine. I decided to wear a nice sheer, floor-length, turquoise-colored summer dress with spaghetti straps. I had a thin shawl to cover and slide-on kitten heels to match. I had on nothing but a thong underneath this dress. Sure, I had full D cups...but they were sitting up nicely...so I didn't need a bra. Less to take off. After knocking, Gregg answered with that sexy smile. He had on a light, crisp button-down shirt...opened to the spot above his navel. Mmmm, I thought. He had on a pair of white shorts and a pair of men's slippers. His square jaw flexed as he spoke, "Well, come in Elle...". I walked through his door and saw that he'd prepared his suite with some niceties. There was a bowl of cherries next to a bottle of Campari on ice. A bouquet of lilies and irises were on the coffee table and until walking in, I didn't know there was soft jazz playing...Stan Getz I think. He looked at me like I had a stem and a pit and said, "You are QUITE the gorgeous sight. Your walk is serious!". I chuckled and blushed. "Thank you, Gregg...you're doing your "man" thing as well. Wearing the hell out of that shirt." I said. He turned a few shades of wine and berry as I slipped out of my shawl. I'm sure the central air was on, but again...this man made me hot. Now, mind you...I SEE the aperitif and fruit. I see the flowers and hear the serenade through the speakers. I'm not blind nor deaf...but, it was time for me to tell Gregg what I tell every man I sleep with. He led me to the sofa and as he poured the Campari for me and lowered himself beside me...I spoke. "Gregg, I appreciate the sweet gestures. I love being treated in a queenly fashion, but we both know what this is. Hiding it behind gestures of romance is just going to confuse it. I want to fuck you...and you want to fuck me." He didn't react in a shocked manner. He said, "Okay...I like that...". I nodded and took the Campari...sipping and placing the glass on the table. No sooner than I'd put the glass down he leaned in and ran his tongue between my breasts. The material of my dress slid so smoothly over my nipples that I almost didn't realize they were exposed. He worked the straps down from over my shoulders and watched as my dress fell to my waist. "Mmm" he uttered as he homed in on my left nipple. He sucked and pulled with his teeth as my cream swirled between my legs. I pushed his head away and stood up. He rose to his feet involuntarily and followed me to his room as I stepped out of my shoes and dress fluidly. My ass and thighs jiggled as I strode lioness-style into the place where I planned to take his mind home with me.

The moment I reached the bed, before I could even turn around he pushed me down on the bed and bent me over. Not one to complain, I took position. He parted my ass cheeks and ran his nose up and down...inhaling long and hard. My pussy leaked. He took my thong by the slimmest part and snapped it apart, taking it off of me. My pussy dripped...visibly. He caught the next drop in his mouth. He slurped on me like I was melting ice. With each pull of his lips sucking me in...my body heated and the walls of me pulsed quicker. The more of me he swallowed...the more I released. I clung to the plush duvet on his bed like a cat in a high place. As a reflex to this pleasure, my ass bucked and shook in quick, short paces. I screamed, "Uuuuuuuuughh daaamn..." and came two times in a row all over Gregg's tongue. I was frozen in place, so Gregg took that as a green light to dive into my ass. He tossed me well. I felt his tongue doing things that made me forget where I was. He used two fingers to go back and forth between caressing my clit to reaching pass my pussy lips to extract more sweets. I barely recovered from the first two O's...before I felt another coming. By this time...my juices had soiled the spot underneath me, was down my thighs and all over Gregg's fine goatee. I fought it...but the orgasm was so strong my thighs clinched around Gregg's head and I came damn near like a man. This man didn't waste ANY time. I hadn't met anyone like him in a while. Hungry AND energetic was a must with me..and he qualified. He immediately freed himself from my hold...strapped on a condom, turned me over on my back and entered me. As he licked his lips, he placed gently what had to be THE biggest dick I've had in years. I moaned audibly, while he worked himself into me. Pinning my legs back as far as he could he leaned into me...with ALL of him inside of me and wiggled a little, as if to open me up. When he felt me open up for him...he fucked the SHIT out of me. I have never had EVERY spot I own, be touched, pressed, rubbed...all at the same time. The stroke he was using to get the best of me was some up, then down and in and out and UP then all over again type shit...that had him causing friction to my clit and pussy, which was driving my senses crazy. My body was convulsing and throbbing and heating and chilling all simultaneously. I was LOUDER than I've ever been, yelling, cussing, pleading, praising and swearing on my life how good this dick was. He was focused though. He hit those spots and fucked me until my body gave way to more waves of O's and a gush of wetness. When he felt himself climaxing...he slid out of me pulled the condom off his dick and said, "Come on baby...finish this for me." Well, SHIT...hell yea. YES SIR. I sat up and SAW this dick and said, "Oh my damn...shit..." he smiled and moved it with his pelvic muscles and said, "Come on...it's getting cold girl". I choked that fat, beautiful dick down. I KNOW his dick was 11"...I know the width had to be 3". I take my shit serious so I sucked as much as I could intake...hand-led the rest and slobbed and slurped until he grabbed my head and fed me all of his yum cum.

I stayed until the morning...he tore my shit up. He used those cherries to eat out of my ass and I returned the favor. We freaked it until he left a couple of days later. I couldn't fuck ANY one else for a week or more. I spent the rest of our time in Boulder...soaking in a hot tub every night. Hmmmm...Gregg could get revisited. By the way...that's not a broken rule. Good dick can get revisited...it just has to be fewer than three times. After a few times...someone gets attached, and it's usually NOT me.

{Gregg in Boulder. 41yrs old. 11" dick. 4 out of 5 kisses...reserving the 5th for my pride. He RAN that show!}

Elle's Tales: Intro

2010-07-25T23:15:00.002-04:00

My name is...well, just call me "Elle". I've been anonymous this long...no need to quit now. This is my chronicling of the life I lead. When I'm IN it, there is NO anonymity. I'm plainly open with my intentions and my rules. They don't get broken for anyone. I'm single and free to fuck...no ties, but the kinky knots tied in my bedroom. I AM in control. You won't find in these tales a glimpse of my soft side. You won't find a moment where I lose sight of my sexual hunger and become enrapt in some man's romantic hold. No. You will see that I'm serious about the business of not GETTING serious.

I'm 30. This is my year to do me...and anyone else I please. I know you want to know, so let me go ahead and clue you in...

YES, I was very much in love with someone once. We were "high school sweethearts" aka young and dumb. I was a nerdy, introverted female who went to church and sung gospel chords in first soprano. I wasn't allowed to wear make-up of any kind, including nail lacquer. I wore my hair in a ponytail for much of my high school years, because my preacher father thought the hair styles were "too grown". Yes. The TYPICAL child of a preacher...in ALL it's urban mythical glory...

I was my boyfriend's freak. I've sucked his dick, his balls, ate his ass...all while he's fucked every hole I own besides my ears and nostrils. He's cum on my face, my tits, my ass, back and stomach...and has bent my THEN size 20 frame in every position except a few listed in the Kama Sutra. By the time I turned 18 and graduated high school...on the outside, I was primly proper, educated, respectable and refined. On the inside, I was insatiable, ravenous, horny and a whore for the one man-child who ever tasted my pussy. I was those things for him, because I loved him beyond the understanding of anyone who REALLY knew him. In front of my father, Rev. Thorne (not our real last name)...he was the ideal young man. He went to school, got good grades, was a star athlete and had the manners of a Catholic altar boy. Behind closed doors, "O" was the type of dude that dipped into every open snatch around. He fucked my "friends", my cousin and a couple of chicks at my church who knew DAMN well we were together. What brought us to an end was my brand of revenge. I waited until prom night. When he showed up to the room we'd reserved for a night of freaky sex...he walked into our room, to his cousin's dick in my mouth, his teammate's dick in my pussy and his jersey on my back. Yea, he tried to hurt us. Thankfully, good pussy buys protection. Neither guy let him touch a hair on my head...and I rewarded them both with some good ole freaky train sex.

To say he hated me after that was speaking lightly. He told everyone, including my parents how nasty I was. No one believed him of course. No one except #75 and his cousin with the perpetual grin on his face. He tried to stop his cousin by telling him I "stunk" which of course his cousin knew hands on was a lie. I've always taken pride in my hygiene and appearance. Shit, his cousin ate my pussy everyday until I left for college. Once I got there...I just got even freakier. Orgies, threesomes, girl on girl...I did it. I let loose...well, loosER. I got so much free shit in college it was crazy. I've had guys pay my phone bills, buy my books, take me shopping, put gas in my car...even though my dad paid for all of that stuff anyway. After a while, it got good to me...and I got set in my ways. Why fall in love? Why buy into that emotional shit, when I could have my body satisfied...along with my needs. Hell, at one point...I stopped guys from even giving me things. Just knowing if I WANTED those things was good enough...but, I'm no prosititute...just a freak.

Fast forward to a 30yr old Elle...and you have what you see in front of you. A size 24 now...I'm still fine. Cafe au Lait, even skin tone, big ass, big tits, fat calves and the pussy to match. I keep my hair above shoulder length...hair laid always. Cat-shaped eyes of dark brown with golden specks...and full lips...no doubt a marketer of my head skills. I work as a researcher, as well as a scout for new clientèle, for an advertising firm and get paid nicely to what boils down to "looking shit up" and "closing deals". I have my own shit. My own car. My own home. My own stock investments...and I love being alone. I go on vacations with my girls, go out when I feel, and do what I like without having to answer to a damn soul. I'll be almost 50 by the time I consider a partner to live the rest of my life with. 'Til then...I'm solo like an opera diva.

This is my story...entry by entry. This is what a journal would look like...if I DARED pen these salacious scenes. Wouldn't want them to be discovered by the wrong person, now would we? *wink*

Take a peek...

In The Works

2010-07-07T19:25:00.000-04:00

I've been gone for a sec. Yes, I am trying to make a comeback. It's hard on a chick with 4 blogs. Eventually my ADHD gets the best of me and I get spread a little thinly on the creativity front. I'm trying to run a "general" blog, an erotic one, a poetic one, and a culinary one (which has suffered the most)...so, my apologies when I go too long without posting.

Having said that...I've learned by experience with my readers that if I begin a series of any kind, I need to stay on it...making sure that the parts are written ahead of time so that I can post a few back to back without being forced to pen the parts on the spot. I CAN do it, but I'm trying to make this a little easier on myself. lol

Soon to come...a nice little series of the "diary" kind. I am doing my best to keep the ideas fresh while writing and make it riveting enough for return reading. I DO still have to make you drool with anticipation, right? *hehee*

So, hold onto your juices and don't release until I say so! ;)

See ya soon!!!

Kiss me, you fool!

2010-04-21T01:52:00.000-04:00

~blowing kisses~

This blog came to mind because a few friends of mine and I, go back and forth about which is the most dangerous AND intimate between oral sex and kissing.

I've always thought that oral was the worse of the two. I mean...you don't know where someone's genitals have been, right? Yet, I guess on the same note...one could wonder where someone's mouth has been. The mouth contains SO many germs and bacteria that are breeding grounds for some NASTINESS!...So that presents a conundrum. You have on one hand a dirty mouth...and then you have a dirty...well...ass. LOL

In my head...I think of the urine residues left from malfunctioned shaking after peeing. LOL I think of the possible moisture levels caused by tight clothing that perpetuate infection and odor. So, to bend down and place lips on a potentially unclean member makes my OCD shiver. LOL

THEN, you have the mouth. People who may not take kindly to a toothbrush or mouthwash. Folks who may have more going on inside their pie holes than some people's assholes. Dental hygiene gone amok...leaving bleeding and receding gums (which could definitely make for easy transmission of the HIV virus.)

Here are a couple of links explaining the adversities of KISSING and ORAL. Tell me what you think, and if you're a kisser or have an oral fetish...

Me? Well...kiss me you fool! ;)

Running Errands Pt. 3: The Unexpected

2010-04-18T01:06:00.002-04:00

His pounding into my piece is like a rhythmic lulling...much like that of the tamping of a paved street. You ever hear the "men at work" on the road and the loud *thump thump* as they're making the new pavement level by packing it tightly into the ground? THAT is the sound. Tunnel sounds of thumping is what I hear as my face is pressed to the bed with me zoning out in a passionate lift off. The way this man's dick feels sliding in and out...taking up all the space between my thighs...bringing skin to raised chills, nipples to ultimate hardness...fingers moving involuntarily looking for something to claw. When I ride this dick of mine...which is his but mine...I swear I go off into some ethereal place of ecstasy. I know he's watching me, when I'm rising and falling onto him with my hippy grind. I know he sees how I go off into feeling my own breasts, neck, stomach, pelvis, ass, thighs...all feverishly...going back and forth between pulling my own hair and biting my lip, squealing with...with....OH DAAAYUM...oooooooh shit!! ~I shake for 2 minutes straight while holding him where he lays~ FUCK! This man is not real. He can't be. And then I open my eyes...to his smile. He is shaking his head in awe of this goodness we share. I know when he's seeing me...in my satisfied glory...he is as sprung as I am.

Unfortunately...those moments grew fewer and further apart. Between his hectic night job as armed security at a federal financial depository and my job, child, life, everyone else needing me for THEIR life...we rarely see each other anymore. He's been doing extra shifts to expedite his way into home ownership...so, I can't be mad. He's about it...and that's a great thing. One day, he'll want to settle down with someone and having a home puts him miles ahead of the game of life.Yes...I do get that we're just fucking. I've fallen for him...but it's my sex he loves. For two months of sex in between life...he's made it clear through action, inaction and omission that he's loving me for the convenient...albeit SPLENDID sex we're having. I'm okay with it, too...as long as he keeps "rocking that thing like..." we can keep duetting.

~his tone bellows~

"I'm a...slaaaaaave 4 u. I can't deny it...I'm not tryna hide it..."

"Hey you...what's up?" [He booms in sounding like my all] "I'm good baby...missing you. When can I see you? It's been a few days and you know how your pleasure gets when you go missing..." Damn! ...You ever KNOW some shit is sorta corny...but it makes you moist ANY way? "Well, I'm always ready for you. It's YOU with your toy cop adventures who goes missing in action!" We both laugh. He thinks I'm funny as hell...I be meaning that shit. He jabbed back with a few wisecracks and said, "So, I'll see you in a few?" As soon as I opened my mouth to say yes, I remembered that I promised to co-host a jewelry party for my cousin. If I backed out on Mikki ONE more time...she'd fight me. I had to decline Aqueel's request. When I told him what I had to do he just sighed. "Damn, Royal...I can't take it anymore. I swear, it's like you are ALWAYS doing something. If it's not that...I'm working." I knew he was telling the truth...but, a part of me was pissed. I mean, those days I had NOTHING to do...he was SO tired from work, or had errands of his own to run. I wasn't the only person uber-busy! I decided not to let him drag me into a manipulated argument engineered to end the "relations" we'd been having. He probably found a chick whose schedule didn't clash with his own...so fine. I gave him what he wanted. "Well, since that's the way you see it...so be it. No need in us continuing in this dance of "when and where". I had a lot of fun, but clearly it's not working for EITHER of us." I said as I hung up. Britney sang her ass off for an hour or more, until I put my phone on vibrate. I knew he wouldn't come over, because he never wanted to potentially bump into Monty on his way in or out from getting Anya. I went to bed horny and fingering myself to visuals of Aqueel's dick dangling in front of me to indulge upon.

A week went by...no word from him or I to each other. Meanwhile, I'd become fast lovers with a piece of reliable dick I'd purchased at a pleasure party a while ago. Between that and rubbing my thighs together cricket-style...cumming while sitting at my desk while looking at pics of him eating my peach...I had lost it. Pride is a BITCH...and she's a ton, lazy as fuck and sitting on my chest. My brother came to my job one day to pass off my niece and nephews on my way home...and peeped my distress. "Twin...what the fuck? You like tired as hell. You aight?" I waved him off and said, "Please...just a little over-worked. I have a LOT of paperwork on my desk courtesy of the "pass the buck" system. I'll be fine." I lied. Ryan looked at me and said loud enough for only he and I to hear, "You need some, sis..." and laughed. He walked away cackling at me...but the shit was APPARENT. I needed to be handled. I needed Aqueel to hold me down forcibly while plowing into me...reining my bucks with my ponytail. That was IT. My pride was getting the heave ho...TONIGHT!

I had my niece and nephews, plus Anya and was trying to figure out how to one...get up the nerve to tuck my tail between my legs. TWO, arrange a meeting...and lastly, duck out on a house full of kids.

I sucked it up and went to dial Queel. I dialed and got a "network is busy" signal...then a thunder clap (my message alert). I listened to the voice mail and there he was. Calling me as I was calling him. I got excited. He must've missed me too. I listened to his voice mail and he said, "I love you, Royal..." I held my heart in awe and fear. Wow, was all I could think of. WELL...if I didn't jump into the shower and get dressed at record speed...jail me. I called my oldest niece, Chayse and asked her to come sit with her cousins for a while. She was 17, but she was mature and responsible. The second she entered the door...I breezed by in an invisible gale. I got in my car and drove the 20 or so minutes to Aqueel's house and pulled up. No sooner than I'd knocked...had he answered. He swung the door open, snatched me in and kissed me...

Up against the wall with my hands above my head...naked. His face...planted between my lower lips with my legs on his shoulders. Long laps off my pussy is making his dick grow. [suck] [kiss] [slurp] [hum] His face becoming one with my peach. My hands find his head and bob it back and forth for him. He feels my body ripple starting at my torso and ending with my toes spread far apart. When he lets me down...he turns me around and enters me from behind. I'm soaked...as proven by the juices running down my legs. Aqueel's strokes lift me to my toes and causes his back muscles to flex and his ass to clench. My breasts are his handles as he and I are rising and falling. "Oh shit...fuck me baby...fuck me...harder....mmm....Queel..." I say. "Yessss....beg for that dick..." he says. We came together...a quivering mass. Bodies limp from satisfaction and love...love. Wow. I love this man. We ended up making more of that "love". Everywhere we could. I called Chayse to make sure things were good and promised I'd be home first thing in the morning. To say that I was sore by morning is light speak. Pussy raw from the fuck. Nipples sore from sucking. Back sore from being contorted...jaws sore from sucking HIM...what a sleeping pill.

When morning came...I heard voices. I put on his t-shirt and walked out of his bedroom and into the living room. There...sat fate disguised as hate. Life garbed in karma. Love unveiled as a game...

There sat, Monty. On the other chair, sat Aqueel. On the floor...fell my face."What in the fuck is THIS? Why are you here, Monty? You've gone too far. You're stalking me and my man?" Aqueel shook his head as Monty laughed boastfully. Monty said, "Nah, baby...I'm not stalking shit. And ya man? ...well...this is my COUSIN...and he did me a solid." I said, "COUSIN? What?" That's when Aqueel chimed in and said, "Damn, her pussy so good couz...I ain't sure I wanna do this...but fam is fam." He looked at me with my mouth open and tears of rage forming in my eyes. "My cousin said you needed to learn your lesson...that you was a bitch who needed to be brought down a few notches. So, you just caught karma in the ass...literally. And...maybe...if you act right...I'll let you sniff this dick...if that'll keep you sane."

[The night I handled Monty's ass for the way he'd been using our child as a tracker...he phoned his cousin, Aqueel up and asked him for this favor. Aqueel being on a dry spell himself...agreed. He'd never met me, but Monty's description of me had his interest piqued. Monty and Aqueel followed me around that day and decided the library was a good place for Aqueel to spring his mack on me. MOTHAFUCKAS!]

I flew into a rage...I began throwing shit at the both of them. Cursing and crying at Monty and Aqueel...asking how they could do this to me. How Monty could do this to his own child's mother. I was angry beyond words and tantrums. In the middle of it all...Aqueel had scooped me up and brought me back to his room. He said as quietly as possible, "Put your clothes on...you need to go, Royal..." I did as he said. I knew nothing else to do. I was too weak to fight anymore. I don't even know what just happened...or why I deserved it. I sniffled and sobbed as I got dressed. When I was done. I looked at him and left. I walked past Monty's weak ass without a word.

When I got home...Chayse and the kids were up. One by two...the kids left, leaving Anya and I alone. When everyone was gone...and Anya took a nap...I cried. I knew I'd probably hurt Monty's feelings the last time we were together...but, for him to do what he did was unspeakable and unforgivable.

Monty came by a week later to get his daughter...and all I said to him was, "Have her home on time". He didn't know what to make of my attitude. He'd always get just a few sentences from me from that point forward. A year later...one being..."Thanks for introducing Aqueel and I...if it weren't for you we wouldn't be married..."

He's still in need of a sniff...and I'm still a bad bitch...

Running Errands Pt. 2: The Fever

2010-04-09T20:21:00.001-04:00

Ever since meeting Aqueel...I've been preoccupied. That first night was epic. I've never been under the spell of ANY man. I've always led the way in the bedroom...but this dude was crazy with his sex. He needed to be careful. A woman could lose her mind over some dick like his. Shit, I'm sitting here balancing my checkbook and the only thing I'm counting is his strokes. A month or more of this man's sex was changing a bitch's life.

My cell rang the tone I made for him...Britney's "Slave 4 U", because "good lawd breezes and SKIES" that man had me feenin'. I stumbled over the buttons trying to answer before the ring tone got louder possibly waking Anya before 7am. "Hello!" I said all sprung. *geez, get a grip Royal* His sexy ass tone replied, "Hey Lush..." (short for Luscious) "...you coming to see me today?" I had SO much to do. Anya had a piano lesson and we had to shop for her little friend's birthday bash that night, which included theme pajamas with Dora on them. She HAD like 3 pair, but admittedly...they were a little "young" on her and I didn't want her going to the sleep over looking crazy. I ALSO somehow allowed my mother to talk me into taking HER car to the Lube-Mart for an oil change. I was WAY overbooked...but, this dick was something to be penned in...even if some other shit had to be crossed out. "Yes, Queel...I will be seeing you later." I decided then, that I'd have to really fit him in. Him...in me...was a must. I promised him that I'd make it...regardless of prior commitments.

"Mommy, I want the Tinkerbells...these are cuter..." Anya whined pulling on my dress. I hated it. She was 7...too old for that shit. "NO...and quit whining. The party's theme for the 50-11th time Anya Rose...is DORA. D-D-D-D-D-DORA!!!" I said snapping. The lady next to me chuckled and I laughed, too. Normally, I'd think...what the fuck is SHE laughing at?...but, Aqueel's treatment of my body had me skipping and humming show tunes. I was a happy heffa. Anya sulked, but I was too content to allow it to get to me. So, I just said, "Come on...I'll get you both...".

We checked out and left. I dropped her at her piano lesson and skirted over to mom's. She had Ryan's kids over and clearly needed relief...but, hey...I was here for the car and that's it. I'd get to my dick date no matter WHAT not letting a soul get in the way...so mom was on her own once the car was finished...or so I thought. No sooner than the car's oil had been checked and changed...the mechanic found another problem. I called mom and told her...and of course...she begged me to sit there through the fixing. ANOTHER damn hour...maybe even TWO. I hit Aqueel's number and pressed send. I was a ball of frustration by then. "Aw...don't worry about it baby. Tonight is tight...so, we can meet up Monday..." Queel began. "NO...hell no. That's two WHOLE...LONG days Mr.! I can't wait that long." I moaned. I was feenin' off this dude. I needed him to iron out my body's kinks. I knew he had to work, but Monday was way too long. I'd already missed him the night before. I'd fuck around and shrivel. My pussy was salivating at the sound of his voice and my next suggestion came flying out. "Come here...at the Lube-Mart. Let me at least suck your dick baby..." OMG...I'm beginning to sound like a crackhead. This man has got to be giggling to himself at the sound of my begging. I've never felt this desperate before. SAVE ME, someone. "Wow, damn Royal. This shit is turning me on. My dick is stiff as fuck right now..." he said. He told me to give him 10 minutes and he'd be there. I figured...I'd just hop in his truck and he'd take me somewhere deserted. As soon as he pulled up...I got in. He said, "Where you wanna go? How long do you have?" I said, "Drive...go down the boulevard...we'll think of something..." He was looking at me and the road as he shook his head. I caught him smiling to himself and asked, "What's so funny?" He said almost full-on laughing, "YOU...look at you...shaking your leg, tapping your knee...you smoking that shit and I don't know?" I felt so stupid. I looked at his face and he really thought I was funny. I got turned off. I got angry. I said, "You know what? fuck you...take me back to Lube-Mart. You're over here laughing at me and shit...like I'm some desperate bitch. *thinking that DAMNIT ROYAL...you ARE!* I got louder and said, "TAKE ME BACK!!!" Aqueel's demeanor changed and he said, "Whoooa...hold up. Who you yelling at?" ...then he pulls over to the side of the boulevard near the edge of town. "Quit acting crazy, Royal...I was only kidding." he said to me in a calmer tone. I was frustrated by then and out of nowhere...came tears. TEARS! I don't cry. I'm a fucking GEE! ~sniffles escape~ I feel like Anya having a fit.

He gets out of the car, comes around to my side, opens the door and says, "Com'ere..." He extends his hand to mine to help me out of the truck. He kisses me longingly while caressing my face and running his hand through my loose curls. He whispers, "Stop tripping woman...I'm as desperate to be with you as you are to be with me...aight?" Well, damnit...if the idea of a round of super sex wasn't enough to melt me...his deep tones drenched in heated breath of apple-scented gum..did. He looked around quickly as cars whizzed by. He figured that with the girth of the truck hiding us, he could give me a little PDA. He knew that he didn't have time to do much, so he moved fast. This could get us arrested with the quickness..sex in public...in broad daylight? Naked and cuffed was nice...but not on the way to the city jail. So...down to his knees he went lifting my flowy dress and finding no barrier. He lifted a leg and gave my peach a sweet hello kiss. Long and with tongue...he moaned as he kissed her like he'd kissed my lips. He then unzipped his pants, pulled out my pleasure, turned me around and entered with a splash of my dew on his dick. I clung to the center console between the front seats like I was being dragged...as he rocked his truck side to side. He gave me LONG strokes...deep, with swirls of wall-quaking sensations. I couldn't breathe. I gasped in willowy exhales, "Ughh...Queel...uugh, Aaaaah...oooooh daddy..." as he increased speed. Slow and long, turned into quick and deep as I released a gush of my moisture onto him and down my leg. Within moments, my peach had spit a juicy froth in a succession of orgasms that made my ankles give out. If it weren't for his dick inside of me holding me up I may have buckled and fallen. He raised my dress all the way, massaging my ass back to steadiness...then kissing my back and exiting soaked from head to zipper. We looked both ways down the boulevard, hoping no one saw. Wipes were passed around, a kiss was exchanged...and on our way we went. He let me out at the Lube-Mart and promised to call me later. As he sped off...I said aloud to no one..."I think I love this mothafucka..."

Running Errands: The Meeting

2010-04-03T00:37:00.003-04:00

I hate shopping! Running errands really makes my ass itch. Every time I have to go out to the store, gas station, post office...I become immediately disgruntled. I'm probably that woman that pushes in the lines and huffs every other second at the line's stagnancy. I've definitely had more than a few arguments in a line. I guess it's the nature of an impatient Libra. I have NO time for slow people, idiots or inefficiency.

*parking car in library parking lot*

I can't believe my brother has ME returning his books...I can't believe I AGREED to this shit. I guess, it's "twin love"...we've always done this exchange dance, where I'll get hungry... and he'll call and ask what I want from the Licken Chicken. Or he'll need to return some books...and I'll say, "Yea, Ryan...I need to go to the library to use the printer..." and he'll jump in with, "Oh snap...Royal...return my books?" *insert evil twin glare*. So, since he's always doing things for me and I him...I try not to complain, but I'm REALLY annoyed today. My daughter's father pissed me off with some more shenanigans. It's not what you'd think, either. He takes GREAT care of Anya...but, he cares WAY too much about what "I" do. Using my child as a built-in LoJack for my whereabouts and activity is a sure way to make me act ignorant...and that I did, just last night. I called his ass over while Anya was with my brother and his son...and wore Monty's ass OUT.

~the night before~

"Ugggh oooooh shit...aaaah damn...FUCK you!" I could be heard saying through walls several apartments down. I was slamming up and down on Monty's dick like it still belonged to me. Montague's dick always PERFECTLY fit my pussy. Hitting walls and bottoms and creating shakes that made you want to know if I was transitioning into another lifeform. I was talking shit, too! "Yees...is THIS what you want? You been waiting to fuck this for EVER...you LOVE this wet pussy don't you? You miss it?" I say, as I grind and bounce and rotate and fuck his ass like he been lusting for...for what? 4 years since we broke up? He was whipped then...and he's whipped RIGHT now. "Oh FUCK Royal...your pussy is so good baby...oh shit...why you doing this to me? Ooooooh shit....UUUUUGGGGGH!" as he busted what had to be 3 nuts in one all up in his former home. I had invited him over and fucked his head up from the DOOR.

*ding dong*

"Coming..." as I giggled sinisterly on the way to the door. I STRAIGHT yanked the door open and stood there. "What in the FUCK...Royal...why aren't you dressed?" he asked...not really disappointed. I stood there naked as fuck...save for the spiked shiny red stilettoes and diamond "R" I was wearing. "What? You don't want it?" I walked away sashaying my plump ass toward the living room. Monty closed the door and followed me. His eyes glued to the phat shaking in his line of sight. "Come on, Royal...I didn't come here for this..." he tried to say with a straight face and a formerly limp dick. I turned around and faced him...standing legs gapped apart, my heels creating calves of sculpted delish. "You sure? Because...when you use our daughter to relay your messages, keep track of my dates, and report to you who I see...I kinda think you're missing my pussy a WHOLE lot!" I said as I stood there stroking my pussy with one hand and my collar bone with the other. He tried to back track...he'd been busted. He'd tried to hush my baby with candy and dolls...but, Anya tells mama EVERYTHING. "Nah, I didn't...I just asked her how you were..." "That is a LAME reply...but, seeing that my dick is at full mast...you're not thinking straight anymore. Come eat my pussy. I know that's what you want. So come lap mama's milk..." I said with a straight face and a hand full of my creaminess. He couldn't take it anymore...he started undressing where he stood...walked over to me, pushed me onto the sofa and ate until his ass was full, my cum had covered his face and his dick was too hard not to fuck. He'd entered first with my legs over his shoulders...pounding that 9 incher into me...showing me how he missed me. He'd turned me over and fucked me while I lay flat on my tummy which just served to put HIM in control. I finally took over and made those knees weak and that ass cum at my will. I then, got up...naked still and smoked a cigar while I told him this..."That was a final fuck. You've been needing that for a minute. Stop using Anya to spy on me. If you want to know what I'm up to...ask...and maybe I'll tell you. If you ask nicely...maybe, I'll let you smell this shit once in a while...if it'll keep you sane." He got mad...grabbed his shit, got dressed, said "FUCK YOU ROYAL!" and left. Mmmm, that shit was good. I'm a bad bitch.

So, here I was...returning some books for Ryan in the library...during after school hours. If the line I'm in doesn't piss me off...surely these high school assholes will. I do NOT remember being this annoying and rude at their age...oh damn. I feel like I'm 70 the way I think. I know for SURE, that even in my size 16 thickness...I wipe the floor with these high school chicks at the age of 32. I see some of these young Similac babies staring at my ass from the side. NO, boo...you've got to be "THIS" old to ride this ride.

"Hi, may I help you?" the pretty older lady says. She's not your average librarian. She's rocking what can only be described as a spiky Halle Berry cut with CUTE tortoise-shell rimmed glasses and some elongated heart earrings I could seriously snatch off her ears and run with. I give her the books and she tallies up the cost...which throws me off. This fool said they weren't late. Ms. Sassy Librarian says, "Ok, suga...that'll be $13.85 for the 3 books. These two *holding them up* are 2 weeks late...and this one, is one week late." "WOW...I'm gonna kick Ryan's ass!" I say, without really meaning to. The librarian and a few other line denizens eyed me sideways...but, I just paid the fine and left. Walking too rushedly...I dropped my phone and said, "SHIT! If I drop this shit one more time..." As I was picking it back up and standing straight again...I bumped my head right onto a man's elbow. "FUCK...what the hell? Watch where you're going!!" I yelled. When I saw him, GOT and DAMN formed to the tip of my tongue piercing and stopped short before verbalization. This man was out of this world SCRUMPTIOUS! I started to kneel back down and unbuckle his pants......*ahem*......anyway. He was gorgeous. He said, "Oh no...I'm so sorry. Did I hurt you?" as he gingerly cupped my elbow to help me up. Somehow, laying eyes on this dude...all the bitch went away...and the punk rushed in. I said, "Um...no. I'm sorry for being so mean...I'm frustrated...but, I'm okay." He smiled at me and said, "Geez...you're beautiful. Your name?" I blushed and said, "Royal.....*mouth open*.....Tennison." He smiled again and said, "I'm Aqueel Smith..." as he extended his hand. I shook it lightly and envisioned him and I wrapped up in some corner creating art against a wall. He and I were exactly the same skin tone and I could see our limbs together in invisible lines becoming one mass. I must've been in thought too long...he spoke and I jumped. "Huh?" I said. His chuckle was deep and had powers that settled right underneath my navel. "I SAID, would you care to sit down? Or go for some coffee?" I HAD to sound like Desperado Jones! "YES...YES! I mean, sure...well, I just didn't want you to think I was hesitating...so, well...yes." I said, relaxing, exhaling and chuckling a little. This dude had me off my square and I was soooo very ready to throw him the keys to my panty drawer. "Okay, then...when is a good time for you? I'm off around 7pm later, so how about 8pm tonight...is that too soon?" I smiled and said, "No, not at all...8 is fine!"

~8:16pm~

[sounds of skin slapping]

He was balls deep in my pussy. I knew when we were standing there in the library that I'd be sitting on his dick tonight. Some things are just inevitable. My size D's were bouncing in his hands as I found an African rhythm in my stroke. I took it back to the motherland on him...quick and then slow thrusts envoking the spirit of sex and satisfaction. He was releasing sounds akin to a boyish whimper coupled with a deep bass "yes" in between. He couldn't take it anymore...he flipped me over and turned me sideways, crossed my legs, holding them together at my ankles with one hand. With his free hand he spread my ass cheeks as he watched his extension connect with the circumference of my pussy and watched in pleasure. He couldn't have fucked me any harder. I was so fucking turned on...I mean, shit...this mothafucka had me at my juiciest...my most aroused...EVER. My nipples had to have grown to a full 3 inch length and hurt with erotic content. I know this pussy squirted, because the gush gave his plunge a sweet chirping sound. DAMN, my shit was SINGING! He continued to fuck me into rawness as I dipped my finger back there to taste his recipe. My clit began to pulse visibly...because he said, "Oh shit...your clit is throbbing girl" and that is when he and I shook the bed's frame with multiple seizures of bliss.

Who the fuck did this dude think he was to make my body sign over rights? Answering audibly, he said, "I'm this pussy's master!" I shuddered and replied, "Yes, you are..."

the way you do

2010-03-24T23:47:00.000-04:00

i love the way...you do me

the flat of your tongue

against the small of my back

licking outside the lines

illustrating love

impressions of your hunger

left in my softness...

tender tips rolling

over my slopes

like foamy white rapids

forming between clinched thighs

your name reverberating

off the surface of my skin

as you bookmark

every part of me

every mound

and

alley of kali

every stream of cream

the cave you crave

*i think my clit just waved*

YOU man...

pressing play

on my button

ain't NOTHING

i've had before

comes close to the way...you do me

pecks upon

the nape of my neck

you tasting every salty sweet

speck of my sweat

the power of my pulse

at the whim of your will

as i lie still

the way...

YOU do...

is the truth

NO one

does me the way you do

incessant fusions

of you

in me

my senses

submitting

my own touch

drawn unnaturally to your body

my sense of smell

taken over by the hints

of you still present

in whiffs of memory

swallowing air

that tastes like your love

me seeing you

with shut eyes

yet blinded when

gazing over you

how you do me...

has never been done

say...

you'll keep doing me?

"O" Baby...

2010-03-01T19:04:00.002-05:00

hmmm...

How would you feel if you realized after years of sexual experience, that the echoing, pulsating, body rippling sensations of climaxing you'd been feeling...was just the precursor to the "BIG O"? Ok, let me say it again...you experience an orgasm for the first time...realizing that the ones before it were actually the climaxING and not the actual peak!

One, let's get on track so no one gets lost in the sauce. An orgasm is as defined (because everyone doesn't know) :intense or paroxysmal excitement; especially : an explosive discharge of neuromuscular tensions at the height of sexual arousal that is usually accompanied by the ejaculation of semen in the male and by vaginal contractions in the female.

So...we understand that it is a shaking, shivering, quivering, body shimmering with glistening sweat triggered from waves of sensual pleasure type deal. We understand that it is the "big finish" to some good and properly placed stroking. BUT...what if you'd been having the pre-cumming experiencing...never finishing...but THINKING that was it. When you do experience that toe-curling event...what goes through your mind? Do you embark on a fucking mission (double entendre intended)...to see how BIG the "O" can get? Do you become insatiable? Do you reflect on the times before (mates included) and resent the sex?

I mean, how many of us...women, especially...KNOW our bodies well enough? How many of us are giving away our pleasure to men without receiving pleasure as well? Makes me wonder under what circumstances many of us began having sex to begin with. Possibly, we were so young that our bodies weren't ready for the act of sex, let alone the mental place a woman needs to be, to embrace her sexuality.

The best way to get pleasure out of your sexual activity, is to know YOUR body, get to know your MATE'S body, listen to one another, and be open. To talk before, (sometimes during) and after to make sure that you're giving/getting what each other needs. Finding your way around your level of comfort...testing your boundaries now and then for excitement so as not to fall into a sexual rut. I don't have a partner right now, but I do know that I want one who is willing to be patient with me (and I him) as we find our groove. Find out if you're into Tantric, Role-Playing, BDSM, etc...and learn to TRUST your mate and allow yourself to be free with them. Think about it...you're at your most vulnerable. You're naked, unarmed (in every way) and you're allowing someone to connect with you by plugging into your body with theirs...shouldn't you experience it to the fullest? Reaching heights and walking (or staggering) away satisified?

A friend asked me to ask this question and I decided to ask it, allowing for an open forum of people's personal stories about sex. Don't be shy. When did you first experience an orgasm? Did someone give you one? Or did you self-help? Are you a multi-orgasmic person...do you squirt? Have you had a vaginal and/or clitoral orgasm ladies? Fellas, have you faked it? What gets you there? Are you in it for the "O" or the feeling of connecting? Yea, I'm all UP in your bedroom...tell me...I mean, us. lol

memories of a fire sign

2010-02-28T14:21:00.002-05:00

the first time he saw me
in the middle of winter
this cat's glare
penetrated with a fire's flare
hot on my trail
talking me out of my smile
my digits
and my zone
he didn't impress me, really...
thuggin' me
hat cocked
smelling of polo
and arrogance
someone said...
see what happens
so i did
digits spit
to his mind he did commit
never wrote it
must've walked home
humming it
woke me up every morning
with a fire's fervor
lighting matchsticks
with every conversation
took me for a drink
but it was me he had a taste for
whispers in my ear
set heated vibrations
tingling my situation
"i don't even like this dude"
his gimme gimme attitude
tryna dig deep
for a fleeting mood
he ain't know...i ain't a fool
put in work kid...
this will not be an easy bid
let him visit for a minute
damn...
he almost ended up in it
this cat used all four paws
fighting him off
was like fighting a war
i was unarmed,
or perhaps i was fully loaded
because, what i had
he wanted to explode it
grasped and groped
til his tongue did find my spot
i swear this dude
was THISCLOSE
to taking what i got
is THIS what a ram does
when his senses are riled?
lose all control
or is it just ME, chile?
fought him off
for a couple of more moons
couldn't anymore
ended up clinking like spoons
he started out,
wanting nothing...
offering nothing...
but carnal sparks
ended up driving to me
just for kisses in the dark
funny,
how he thought it would be ME
who got attached
fall in love
and want more
poor thing,
got caught up and snatched
had some vanilla love
got sprung
and got dumb, as well
lost his mind for a sec
sent his ass back to hell
bye boo
later hun
had fun
thanks for the ride
that damn fire blazed big
and so did his pride
said some hurtful things...
but i still put that fire out
doesn't change the truth
those memories
still got clout...

do you know?

2009-12-23T20:24:00.001-05:00

do you know how i fall asleep

imagining you sleeping

still inside of me

how i feel your mouth

tickling my breasts

do you know

that when im lying on my side

i crave you behind me

just lying there

connected in a love hold

do you know

when i talk to you

and hear you

i cant get out of my mind

hearing you say my name

slow whispers

while stroking me deep

how the empty space between my thighs

belongs to you?

do you know?

how you've become the tingle in my tummy?

the pulse of an ache only you can satisfy

the answer to my why?

i wanna be good, i swear i do

but i want you

more than i should

baby...love...

how is it that you're not here

but

when i think of you

my back automatically arches

my breast become firmer and more tender

my essence drips of excitement

how even though

i dont moan [normally]

i'd HAVE to moan for you

not just because it feels good

but because your love makes my heart speak

do you know?

do you really know?

you NEED to know

that i prefer the sweet agony of the intangibility of us

to the mediocre touch of another

i hope you know

because...

it's all "I" know

Someone LOVES my blog!! :)

2009-12-12T17:36:00.001-05:00

Well, I'll be GOT dayumned...lol.

Someone LOVES my blog. It's so cool to be appreciated for my literary endeavors. Things like this are always RIGHT on time. Just when you're needing a little support, love and acknowledgement...in comes something so simple, but so meaningful. Thanks to Cook.the.Poet for loving my blog!!

I'm gonna tell you whose blogs I love. I'm only doing 7 because I LITERALLY could do this all day.

Deez Nailz is such a cool site for ladies dedicated to the love of the mani. She experiments with colors and styles and posts some VERY unique designs. Definitely for the girly girl.

Krissy's One Stop Beauty Spot is just that...she's prolific in all things cosmetic. Gotta love her.

My inner thoughts...ME is the very personal blog of my girl Diva. She's such a tease...but, she delivers!

soulbrother v.2 is the blog of a brother that goes by Max Reddick...he dissects the everyday issues, but from the view of a very intelligent, unique and funny perspective.

kiss.the.pen well, she's my fave kissy face in the whole world. LOL She and I have become each other's stalkers. Her poetry, stories and love of music, make for a very kisstacular blog read.

THE INTERSECTION OF MADNESS AND REALITY is just damned that. It's insane AND real. Rippa's a personal friend of mine, whose blog is all about the shock value and the very open and unapologetic perspective of a black man...if you can get past the shock to see the real.

Last, but damn sure never least...my blog model, [FUNG'KE] [BLAK] [CHIK] is my friend...my P.I.C. and if you want to laugh, think and possibly bob your head to the off beat in her head...give it a try. You WILL enjoy her wit.

Honorable mentions: my go-to-blogs Butterfly Effect, The Curvy Gyrl Chronicles & Ms Downlow

~doing my kween pageant wave~

tell me

2009-11-29T11:01:00.001-05:00

*kissing u to distraction*
would you keep me warm if i were cold?
[wrap yourself around me...]
would you luxuriate in me?
my scent?
the feeling of my skin?
my hair?
would you rush to me?
trip and fall for me?
if i wanted to make you late...
~because~
i needed to feel you
inside of me...
would you let me?
can i be your pillow?
can you be mine?
[rock me to sleep...]
would you sing to me...softly?
would you show me things
i've never seen?
would you give me your last?
dime?
morsel?
ounce of energy?
would you get to know me?
all of me?
and still love me?
would you stay with me?
would you?
would you watch what i wanted..
even if you don't want?
would you help me solve a puzzle?
become one mind...
[one heart]
would you share a plate with me?
[feed me]
would you swap the streets...
for me and ruffled sheets?
trade alone time
for home time?
tell me...would you?
just WHAT would you do for me?
tell me...

Award Tour...

2009-11-07T03:15:00.002-05:00

I've been chosen for an award...AGAIN! :::the.kisser::: has given THIS blog some love. (She already gave me the Scrap Award for da Kaleidoscope) I love this system of spreading blogger love. Recognizing each other's talents and different views. So, kudos to my newest blogger fam.

for the kreativ blogger award i nominate:

~> Suite *one* Love
~> Krissy's One Stop Beauty Spot
~> Lust
~> My Twisted Mind
~> Black Twitterati
~> My Inner Thoughts...Mine
~> Syrup Sandwiches

here are 10 creative things about me, and 10 honest things about me

~ I can sing but am ridiculously shy
~ I deconstruct songs by instruments and harmonies...I hear something new each time
~ My dad was a DJ...so he had me jamming early!
~ My mother, sister and I sing a lot together in the house. (mom is alto, sis is 3 alto, i'm 3rd soprano)
~ I have dreams at night that, I'm in musicals and videos performing with original songs...I forget upon awakening
~ I can draw...WELL (dad is 100x better)
~ I keep colored pencils, markers, arts & crafts...it's like meditation
~ I can ACE a recipe 1st time out the gate...EVERY time
~ I never sing the same note as a song being sung...I always find the harmony
~ My favorite instrument is piano but I can't play

* Most people think I'm 10yrs younger than I am
* I'm deathly afraid of snakes
* I am OCD and wash my hands ad nauseum
* I cry very easily when I hear of others getting hurt
* I didn't orgasm during sex until I was 34 *gasp*
* Erotica isn't my first love...poetry and short stories are
* I sometimes pretend not to know as much as I do
* I talk to myself...and I answer
* If I write it...I remember it
* I'm a good impersonator of voices. lol

EFF EFF EFF YOU!

2009-11-04T18:39:00.000-05:00

I want to EFF EFF EFF you!

I want to be your best friend. Tell me anything. Tell me what scares you, pleases you, disappoints you, makes you feel badly...how I can embed me deeply into your heart. I want to party with you, bathe with you, laugh with you, clean with you (you wax on...I'll wax off)...I want to be the one you come to before anyone because whether it infuriates you, brings you glee or brings stinging tears to the corners of your eyes...I want to be the one you think of first...even if it's me that has caused those feelings. I want to make you laugh so hard, that you accidentally on purpose pee a little. lol. That you laugh yourself into a place that only I can take you. I want to talk about nothing...nothing at all. I want to watch sports and root against your wack ass team and then be a team when the game is over (24...10...HUT). lmao

I want to love on you long time! I want to lick you up and down...til you say stop! I want to play with your body baby...make you real hot! I want to be YOUR exclusive, indoor/outdoor, do it where we wanna when the fire sparks, no one ever had it like YOU get it...freak. I want for you to push buttons I didn't know of...I want to push the ones you're scared for others to find. I want to practice Tantra and bring about tsunamis of pleasure...induced by orgasms that begin in your spirit and bust through the frame of your mind and body borders. Can we be connected in silence...still...no moving...just throbbing? You catching tune to the harmony of me and I reading the poetry of you? How about...I just want for us to meet each other's needs at least MOST of the time...and in between...

I wanna feed you. Cook the meals your mama made...but better. I want to spoon feed, hand feed, and offer you food from my lips. I want to get in the kitchen and whip something up that makes you wanna take the booty RIGHT there...in the middle of it all. ha! I want to prepare love for you on a plate, served with dedication and loyalty...a piece of peace, with some sensual sexy sweet...stirred right in.

I want to feed your mind, spirit, body...I want to feed your needs and desires...I want to feed your silly, your smart, your worker bee, your family love...I want to EFF EFF EFF YOU!

...and GOOD! ;)

Freak!

2009-10-08T19:58:00.003-04:00

The Online Merriam-Webster Dictionary defines freak as follows...

1 a : a sudden and odd or seemingly pointless idea or turn of the mind b : a seemingly capricious action or event
2 archaic : a whimsical quality or disposition
3 : one that is markedly unusual or abnormal: as a : a person or animal having a physical oddity and appearing in a circus sideshow b slang (1) : a sexual deviate (2) : a person who uses an illicit drug c : hippie d : an atypical postage stamp usually caused by a unique defect in paper (as a
crease) or a unique event in the manufacturing process (as a speck of dirt on the plate) that does not produce a constant or systematic effect
4 a : an ardent enthusiast b : a person who is obsessed with something

Hmmmm?

I love that part of "Waiting to Exhale" when Bernie's daughter is asking her about the word freak. Cute and interesting at the same time. When I was growing up, the word freak meant 1 of 3 things. It either meant you were ugly (as in circus freak), it meant that you were nasty (as in Rick James' super freak) or it meant that you crazy. The 2nd definition is one I NEVER wanted to be called. Blame it on my affinity for words and how I've always broken them down. All I know is that in the mind of a young Kween, I could've gone my entire life without being called one. The 1st and 3rd don't apply...because well...I'm no circus freak and I damn sure ain't crazy. Well, not all the way.

Throughout my life I've heard "freak of nature", "freak accident", "neat freak", "control freak", "freak out"...which is also a hot 70's disco song, "freak-a-leak" which, um...er, uh clearly means some kind of nastiness. lol. No matter, the word freak is one that has it's good and bad connotations. But, let's be real...I brought the word about because of sex. I've had this discussion with a few friends and an ex...and I have to say...the definition is absolutely relative. See, there was a time when the word freak, as pertaining to sex meant to ME...a person who did things other than simple penetrating sex. Straight sex to me is vagina on penis action. When someone would say, "Oh that chick is a FREAK!"...I'd think in my head...oh, she sucks dick. So, in my head oral sex became a freakish act. Later on, I realized there are a LOT more "freaky" things, than some head. After a while, ANAL became freaky to me O_O...that being because compared to oral, anal sex seemed most unnatural. THEN...I got to know some really *let's call them a new name*..."sexually expressive" people who told and showed me things that made me think, damn...I'd rather being a damn freak than THIS. The fuck? What became MORE freaky than anal (a man penetrating a woman's anus for pleasure) was a man doing it to another man...or a woman using a dildo on a man...and him liking it...and her not thinking, "Is he gay?". Then, it was OFF shit...stuff that seems like some weird self-hate shit, like choking a bitch out...whipping folks with leather whips and cat o'nine tails. WHOA Sea Biscuit! WHOA Tenderfoot! Slow down damnit! I mean, I like the occasional open-handed firm, but gentle spanking applied right at the ass where the vibrations travel to the kitty...just as much as the next one...but hell nah. I have too many bad memories attached to getting my ass whooped with a belt to be bent over getting my ass reddened by a grown ass man with his dick hard off my pain. *wait...hmm* NO...NO...hell no. lol *ahem* *whistling* GEEZ! I have even seen, well...heard *lmao* of fisting...where a person basically punches a woman's vaginal canal with their fist and half of their forearm. *cringing*. WOW.

ANYWAYS...I wondered what other people viewed as "freaky" and how they have gotten over their own hang-ups and insecurities concerning sex. Would you be a submissive? A sex slave? Would you fist or be fisted? What perversity is up your alley or out of your league? The floor is open...just don't get nothing on my rug.

laid up

2009-10-02T18:32:00.000-04:00

I SO wish that I could be laid up under you,
curled into you...
your body heat melting me slowly
I want to turn soft pecks
into deep,
long,
sensational sucks...
until...
until we're...
a puddle of melted affections
DAMN,
I want to be laid up under you...
Making your scent mine,
lathering in your lust
Bathing in your firm touch
Mold my softness
with the tips of your fingering...
while my sweetness swirls
and my explosion
begins it's lingering
Take over me...
roll into me
Hover above me
*lick*...
mmmm...
DAMN you...
I WANT to be laid up under you!
Make it so...
that...
parts of me
form to fit
parts of you
as
grips tighten
things heat
harden and throb
with painful pleasing
and you ease
my longing
with strong strokes
handling the job
blowing my mind
I, just wanna be laid up
under you
telling you
with my eyes
"right there"
biting lips
leaving marks
I wanna be laid up
legs up
you...up...all in me
laying me
finessing my walls
breasts rising to fall
moans so small
they escape into
whispered breaths
come to me...
right now...
I need to be laid...
right up under you

SO...

2009-09-27T17:53:00.002-04:00

you think you know, huh?
*giggling wickedly*
my sweet exterior
done got you fucked up...
thinking you know
*shaking my head*
i didn't dub my SELF da kween...
i earned that title
royally fucking
with the minds of a
few kings
squires
peasants
most not worthy of a little toil and trouble
i got SKILLZ, ya heard?
nothing green about me,
but the shade of my kiwi green panties
that i rarely wear
do you think you can handle me?
let me inside your head
let me take up space
filling in each crevice
nook and crook
with a little hook
a
fool
done messed around
and called my bluff
challenged my crown
this jewel here?
i got it driving one mad
with just the scent
and he wouldn't relent
until he was bent
on knees
pleasing me
THIS precious stone?
came
and came again
off the velvet tones of
coy kink
slyly and slowly chinking
at his armor
this rock?
stands for multiple hard-ons
mentally pile-driven
until spinning
into sleepless nights
of this kween's loving whispers
i wielded my power
against men
who thought me prey
and are still praying for my throne to fall
"i hate that i love her mind...FUCK!"
too proud to beg
STILL gone off that shit
please believe...
i yielded my powers
ONLY
to the call of love
for otherwise
an army of men
might fight amongst themselves
for the mere honor
to bow to me
you don't EVEN know...

I'm home...

2009-08-08T20:32:00.003-04:00

a hard day's work
out in the cold of the world
he comes home
near dark
looking for love from his girl
she's got this way
how she soothes his day
she's got this way...
that makes it hard to stray
he comes home weary
body bent from the strain
she's got excellent senses
so she calls his pet name
"sweetness, come here..."
she sings lyrically
he sits down beside her
she picks his brain...literally
she places his head
in the palm of her hands
strokes him
his body in her command
his day fades to black
her seduction is at full blast
eye contact
plus skills
equals man relaxed
into her...she's got him
moving in on his ache
tending to each hurt
with kisses on his face
he moans
"i'm stressed..."
she whispers "i know babe"
he moans
"i love you"
she smiles and says the same
she knows what he needs
so she supplies
his body language speaks
...her he can't deny
came in exhausted
by a day of life's shit
one touch from her
and he just won't quit
he came home looking
for love from his girl
she gave him just that
...now all's right with the world...

Passion's Fruit

An Interview with Sable Jordan: How WHET is her Ink?

losing ground

30~ Final Frontier: The Poem

29~ Pieces of Me

28~ Right'Chea, Right Nah

27~ Kween Only!

26~ Buns, No Dog...

25~ Slosh Slosh

24~ Freak O'Nature

23~ Yes, Mister...

22~ Swap Meet

21~ Slow It Down

20~ Oooooh Chaaaah-leee

19~MY MOUF WAS OPEN!!

18~ Street, Chic and Heat

17~ GETCHO $#!T!!!

16~Whatcha Doin' DAT Fo'?

15~ Oops...Didn't See You

13~The Forgotten Fantasy

14~Showing My Ass

12~What I Fancy...

11~She's A FAKE

10~Another Letter

9~My Body Is A Temple

8~Red Light Means STOP!

7~ Dear Sweet Dick Willies?

6~Don't Fight It, Papi...

5~No Licky Licky

4~Fuck Them, Pay Me?

3~ Spank Me

2~ Teacher, Teacher...

1~The Deflowering

30 Days of Erotic Truth

I Got Something For You ;)

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Elle's Tales: India

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Elle's Tales: Claude

Elle's Tales: Gregg

Elle's Tales: Intro

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Running Errands Pt. 2: The Fever

Running Errands: The Meeting

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Freak!

laid up

SO...

I'm home...

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