Do You Really Want To Know..?
by moreoj on Sep.28, 2011, under General Sessions
Who’s to blame for your lack of substance abuse when that substance is me and I plead with you? When I offer you a release like no other will you bother to foster my efforts to please your pussy at a stance? Not at a glance but with great width I stretch your lady’s lips apart from their original structure. I puncture your spirit allowing only my dick to fit your now widened entrance’s existence. If you doubt me I don’t argue or try to push the issue of me just the fact that you now possess a certain curiosity about the possibilities of your body inviting me to allow you to cum for me for you to also whether with my dick or tongue and lips pressed against yours. Yes I grab your sway and bring you to me. I no longer would have to thrust in order for you to come to me. Just as you tense up when you know he’s going in, a friend now to you he has become so if you run it’s only slightly when you reluctantly let me know that I’ve won. What a presence I bring to your mind when the walls of your mental capacity expand beyond what you thought was your plateau after your disappointments then to the palms and fingers from your hands.
Pardon my lateness but the greatness of what my dick has to offer your space is all but just a thrust but throbs of generous passion for you to enjoy as a prequel to the feature of climaxes that I assume you deserve. Why hold my tongue when your pussy can hold it for me in such a way that it causes my saliva to mix with your clits secretions creating a moisterous meeting? I would rather doctor your inhibitions with my heart’s intuition to recognize your position underneath me on your stomach with ass in air I push until I reach your reluctant thoughts to plummet. If I were to shift my waist to the left and stretch my slightly curved dick to the extent of your right walls surface, would your body ask me to do it again? Yes I want to cum and yes I want to release as strongly as I fuck you with my knees bent, eyes forward, your head down on the pillow, your cheeks spread as far apart as I can get them, my hands spreading them father as I shove him in hoping for little to no resistance, you bracing me chasing your pussy’s rise and fall, my balls pounding against your lady’s surface, your legs tightening, your teeth biting, the pillow beneath seems to now be fighting back, the tip of my dick now very glossy and the bed underneath us is soaked with your juices and my precum from when he grazed the bed just before I slid him in, then…
You explode with what was left of your energy to reintroduce to me submissively, your you that you have since longed to be. I am… Moreo J
What She Deserves: Think Of Her
by moreoj on Sep.28, 2011, under General Sessions
I watched her toss and turn all night. I didn’t want to disturb her so I just waited. When she finally calmed to a set position for more than thirty seconds, I began to run my fingers down her side to keep her calm in what seemed like a comfortable position. I started at the top of her shoulders with my index finger and then alternating fingers until all but my thumb had gently grazed her silhouette that was perfectly “her” formed from the light and shadows caused by the moon shining through the blinds across the room. She was nearly naked so it was quite the turn on for me to watch her succumb to my caresses. Noticing her body finally becoming fully relaxed, the turn on shifted to tranquility as I felt a sort of mental connection to her physical being. All of the things that had happened in the days past were now irrelevant.
As my manhood had become very still between my legs, I felt more powerful than I had before, knowing that she was lying next to me unconsciously submissive to me without regret. Yet I still sensed her confidence and independence in spirit.
I had recently come into the knowledge that my indirect actions were what contributed the most in our connections or the lack thereof. The wind from the ceiling fan started to get more crisp and colder. Goosebumps were surfacing down the center of her back. I began to run my right fingers and palm down her spine slowly to create more warmth. I knew that just as she rarely stayed underneath the covers at night she would become chilled very soon. Her right arm fell from her right side and behind her. With only a small tank barely covering her breasts, the shift in her body’s position left the tank still in its original place.
Her nipples were slightly revealed. I moved in closer to spoon and wrap my arms around her. It was a moment to ignore the question of whether or not I should bring notice of what was in my sights to my manhood. I closed my eyes as I was well within a few inches of her. She moved in to me with her ass cradling my penis that was now slightly erect between her cheeks. It was as if I didn’t have my By Moreo J boxer briefs on that she so carefully selected for me because of the way they took the form of my penis allowing it to rest outward on my balls. It was now stretching down the seam past them and curving leftward between her cheeks with the head just below her left cheek allowing it to throb and grow downward to the hem of my underwear. With my eyes still closed, I struggled to regain my composure. However, I did.
When she came home from work this evening, she was so tired that it took me actually feeding her the Salmon, white rice and asparagus that I had prepared for dinner. She insisted that she was ok, because it had been so long since we had been intimate. Our schedules were hectic and she was trying her hardest to help me with everything. It didn’t help that at times we had allowed our irritations to affect our communication. After dinner, I drew her a bath while she rested on the couch. After her bath, I carried her over to the bed and massaged her favorite lotion “B. Leaf” By Convergence Si! onto the tense areas of her body. It wasn’t long before she was asleep. I continued, only thinking about what to do next to help facilitate the process a little faster so that she could get some rest.
When I was done dressing her for bed, I placed a kiss on her forehead and turned to walk away when she grabbed me wrist and asked me not to leave. I smiled and looked into her sleepy eyes. Only that one whisper was released from her lips. I caught her hand as it started to slip from mine as she dozed off with a slight smile on her very smooth and full lips.
Now we arrive at this moment in time. Who am I to allow her to give so much of herself that she has none left for herself? I Slid my left arm under her neck and moved in closer so that her head could rest on my chest and in the crevice of my shoulder. With my right arm, I went underneath her right arm and replaced it to its position on he side and I wrapped mine around her stomach securely. She responded by placing her right arm on top of mine with her hand holding mine firmly. She let out a smooth moan of acceptance. She was now warm and very inviting of my presence. She wiggled to a more cradling position inside of my embrace and said “Thank you baby.” I knew at that moment, that I had made the right decision to think more of her and what she needed from me…
Moreo J
Alana
by moreoj on Sep.28, 2011, under General Sessions
Alana
Growing up and always being told how I was supposed to be and act never quite settled in with me. My family was always putting up some front as if everything was going well and the Stansbury household was completely in tact. It’s almost comical now that it took having a father that was so controlling that he didn’t even have to speak to give his opinions on anything or a mother that was so caught up in appearing to be the first lady that she forgot to remember that she even had the rest of us to look after. I knew a long time ago that if I didn’t do something that I was going to be very bitter and cruel towards them. So when I was able to, I left.
Time Passes…
Kisses being planted on my clit. My pussy being devoured inch by inch as if it was a throbbing dick at full attention. My walls were usually numb to any prequels of four play, but this was significantly different. Before I knew it, my back was swayed and I was arching completely with my head now almost underneath me. I can’t believe I’m lifting myself with my elbows. I feel weak and very strong all at the same time. The strength of this powerful tongue twirling inside of my pussy while the soft lips find their way to my clit felt like a gentle cleansing. My pussy was being thoroughly but carefully scrubbed with the buds of this now flicking tongue that has consistently amazed my senses with every thrust into my walls after each time the lips would pull at my clit; sucking the juices from it. I am so in tuned with myself right now that all I can speak is my own name. I can feel myself rushing to this beautiful climax that I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. I am so captivated that squeezing my own breasts is the only thing that my hands can bring themselves to do at the moment. No screams. None at all. I feel like screaming but it won’t come out. Only squeaks whenever I open my mouth to say something. Then I am finally able to breathe and exhale; releasing only my name… Alana.
Chris
I didn’t believe Alana when she turned me down for tonight. I am definitely not used to being turned down. Going to sleep is not an option right now; I’m not tired in the least. Let me see who may be free. Ok. Ok. Nobody that I would want to call. Ok, messages. Nothing. Pictures. Chris looks through the pictures that he had received from Alana. He reached down to grab his dick and squeeze it. As his only alternative, he pulls it out to massage the tip to a clean shine. He spread his legs so that his balls could drop and he would have a clear enough space to pull at his dick without interruption from any of his limbs. Having only his hands for fourplay he teased his balls until his dick was tightened down to the base. Alana had sent him a few pictures of her breasts while she was showering, some with her fingering herself and maybe two full body pictures. They were enough for him to occasionally close his eyes and visualize it being her lips instead of his hand wrapped around his shaft. Of course his hands weren’t as soft and moist as her lips would be but stopping to get something to lubricate his palms seemed to far fetched since he didn’t want to stop looking at the now seemingly moving pictures or his rhythm of strokes at his dick. Approaching a climax, he pointed his dick upward and his thoughts shifted to Alana being on top of him and she gyrating as she does when she knows he is about to cum inside of her. He scrolls back and forth through the pictures profusely until he finally releases with an aggressive burst of semen that splashed onto the bed, his legs and some on his stomach. There were a few other places but they would be found by chance much later. Still breathing heavily, he laid the phone on his chest and whispered her name… Alana.
Alana
He taught me so much. I have since discovered myself in ways that were completely foreign to me before I met him. I know those weren’t his intentions, but the way that he touched me was so inviting of my opinions. I felt close to his heart as he was settled inside of me after every encounter. He fucked me like I deserved him and no less. I opened all closed parts of my mind and allowed him to do as he pleased. I was scared at first at how I was so free with him until his massages, his kisses and his careful inhalations of my pussy’s aroma as he quenched his throat with my flows, completely relaxed my mind and body simultaneously. I wanted so much of him that my day’s were incomplete without at least one climax before lunch. His widened erect tongue felt like what a dick was supposed to feel like when you wanted to only feel the penetration and not the force. I was so in love with his ability to please me in ways beyond intercourse. However, when he found that my more pleasurable moments were when he was everything to me just short of fucking me he laid next to me after pulling out from behind me. I watched him as his dick began to soften slowly; still throbbing as he gazed at my body’s glow from my ass and upward to my lips then my eyes. He smiled and said to me that if this thing between us was more he would be greatly disappointed. My heart dropped. He saw that he had hurt my feelings and regained my attention when he said how much he always enjoyed every bit of my presence from my mental receptiveness of him sexually to my intellect when we would engage in any type of conversation. He explained his awareness of his abilities to assist a woman in her search for her complete intimate connection with herself. I asked him, “So what’s the disappointment about?” He went on to paint a very vivid picture with his hands touching, caressing me with every punctuation. Then I heard, “That’s why you turned down Chris this evening and called me over tonight.” I snapped back into the moment and flashes of my friend Carmen came to me. I became nervous and shaken. I calmed down almost instantly when he kissed me and told me to close my eyes and think of her. I did and I started to cum again with him only rubbing my clit with his index finger and kissing me softly on my lips. “You see?” he said to me. “I do.” I guess I am. I will sill call you. “I know.” Thank you Casper…
Casper
You’re welcome…
Dilousional: Knowledge Of
by moreoj on Sep.28, 2011, under General Sessions
Who decides what definition of a man is as accurate as the next? Many misunderstand the most significant of all characteristics that is and will always be the foundation of any man’s progressive existence. That characteristic is “God fearing.” Assuming that within this passage written by someone that has not only stolen, cheated, cursed, spilled, spoiled, begged, shunned, and even lied in his life time, is it I that should be introducing the world to a perspective of that of one in which the naysayers mimic with extreme hypocritical prejudice or the attendees in Sunday morning worship turn their attention to upon his arrival? Does my classical and sometimes seemingly individually handpicked ways about myself impress upon the world that I am something that I am not? I may be arguably the most important factor (as it pertains to this passage) in your day or night after you have read this. In it lies truth in expression beyond a long since you have first hungered for praised publicity for yourself.
As a man you are required to stand not sit up for the world and all of its glory; to be responsible for the progression of the earth and its pleasures as well as its missteps in actions and perspective. I am a black man that has been evolved from my pasts before me that felt the sun and the day in a much more intimate way. I am not to expect benefit from another’s labor. Many foolishly assume that since the slavery era existed that we as black people deserve some sort of reparations for how our ancestors and forefathers were treated as well as the work that was done in the name of pain and greed. Today we argue the notion that those of another color have had it so easy that it would be unfair to continue to allow them to have the world’s amenities as they have. Who are we as men to allow the world of young men and women to grow up thinking that it is ok to not like (hate) someone else because they hated us first? What higher power do you serve that says that you are entitled to a better way of life just because you are black? The pictures that have been painted were brought to their near completions with closed minds and opened eyes to the ideals of those that seek to destroy what they can not control. Sounds very much like more than just enlightenment doesn’t it.
An outspoken verse of confidence in any instance that magnifies the insistence of persistence in the wrong direction of a relationship can be detrimental to a routine of understanding that has since before superseded the contrary. She speaks loudly because she no longer hears your heart. She cries silently as she awaits your arrival to her rescue. Her moods change in hopes that you will provide stability. Her urges are sparring due to your occasional interest in her existence. You should feel responsible for the future of someone else’s children and not just your own. It doesn’t matter what church you attend rather who you serve. Regardless of whether or not you take care of home, you have not earned a break or vacation from your responsibilities to your home. You are an example whether you are in you child’s presence or not. Because he/she will follow the broken path that so many take thinking in moderation about the instant gratifications that led to you “The Man” hypocritically instructing them to do otherwise decided to take himself. Never mind who lies the most or the best. You are the head that indirectly gives her signal that the coast is clear and the confidence to follow and trust that you are being led by the right One.
When you decided to apply a new position you didn’t think that right and wrong would continue to haunt your mind as you forced yourself to be engulfed in her essence. You spread her cheeks in hopes to create a mental picture of pleasure that would overshadow your ignorance of what the experience is actually proving to you. Pulling her hair in jest to show some sort of exertion of your dominance only confirms your knowing better of your approach to your lonely advances and settlements for what you were not born to adhere to. I know it felt good to taste of many and be responsible for none, to not have to adjust your life to help better someone else’s. However, how much of you did you leave behind? Believe it or not a really good nut for some women is very hard to swallow. No pun intended. Just because she has subjected herself to your mannerisms, egotistical expressions of interest and false sense or you being important in her life does not mean that you are justified in your assisting in her abuse of herself; especially when it involves her sacrificing her quality for the sake of an adult that defines his maturity by how well he has learned to throw his manhood around. Pun intended.
It was taught to me as it was to you that a woman must follow the lead of the man. However the very fine and equally noticeable fine print denotes that “if he is followable.” The misconception inside the minds of the masculine race is that it is in competition for superiority. The position of in charge is not his or hers. I speak of the two common denominators of a relationship as if they are everything and not in the least acceptable for evolution as of yet. He can not demand and insist that she requests. By the same token he also can not blame his new “know” on her “no” or her lack of knowledge of how to be. I challenge every man to take upon himself an oath and obligation to himself to not only take responsibility for his actions but to always remember to take an inventory of his inhibitions as well as his intentions. It should not consistently require an intervention for your mental retention of sincerities mentioned to you as a precautionary measure to prevent your future demolition of the hope for the next generations of invention of growth in perspectives… Moreo J
Casper’s Letter
by moreoj on Sep.28, 2011, under General Sessions
My perspective is different now. My wows are not as plentiful only short instances that barely infuse a wince from me. The cradling of her body next to mine as I confess my deepest impressions of my dick to the tips of spirit causing her to edge closer to her “oh shits” (ocean). I love to fill her or them when time allows me to find them finding me not in the familiar places that they would hope to purposely pass and act as if they didn’t know as I did that in the heat of their indecisive minds, I would lie next to their lies and watch as they grow taller than me. To some that may not be saying much with my height being slightly taller than you although the notion slipped you once he climbed inside of you and lifted you spirit to your headboards center while you involuntarily arched your back with your eyes closed tightly; still sliding upward to the top of the board using only your thighs against my hips as I continue to climb inside of you. You beg for a release from my ability to capture your mind and body simultaneously but unfortunately it’s not in me to let you go. I relinquish my climax to you only if you promise to offer me yours in multiples in exchange for my prolonged services to your moments of pleasure.
I ask not for you to submit to me, but to invite the idea of me into your mental space and capture me if you will. My allowances to you are only the what not’s of your hidden characters that vaguely remember what it was like to expect for a man to undoubtedly satisfy you both with his tastes of you in ways that satisfy both of your appetites. My long hours in the day are soothed with the thoughts of working to recover the time lost without you until I can securely lay you to rest for the night; only if you allow me to. Not saying that we will or I expect it to happen but there was a time that you asked me to tell you what my favorite thing was that you do… Ok, here goes. When you turn over on your stomach and raise your hips using only your legs and thighs to lift your ass into the air for its offering to me. With me on my knees sliding closer, you turn to look back until I’m close enough to spread your cheeks gently for him to rest on your lady’s entrance.
As your eyes close your head starts to drop slowly while turning back to the pillows at the head of the bed. Your head rests on them with you hands underneath. I release your cheeks when I have inserted more than half of him inside of you. Noticing that your eyes are closed as tight as can be, you hips have tensed up to receive him and your lower body has started trembling, I dip my hips so that my slightly curved but noticeably unending shaft (if I do say so myself) can make it’s way past some of the walls that stop me from reaching your last and final wall that acts as your safety net just incase you are almost ready to cum for me. Once I’m there, I slide my hands up your back slowly until I reach your shoulders. Your back has swayed allowing my entry more uninterrupted and your juices to flow freely to his base and my stomach whenever my navel is close.
I have stopped myself many times from cuming inside of you at that position. I know that if it felt that good to me at that moment, then I needed to find my stride so that you can lose yourself in my pulling you at the hips close to me. If I have in any way not made you feel secure while you were in my presence please let me know. As much as I enjoy our times of intimacy, I crave your love and support that I know would be unconditionally, comfortably and without regret given if I have assured you that I am not only capable but willing to give you the same even if before I know that you are giving it to me. My appetites and thirsts are quenched and satisfied with coexisting of our spirits and the tasting of your indigestible self by me. They say that tomorrow is not promised, but it has been. It is that tomorrow is conditional upon what happens today. So here goes…
(phone rings) Hello? What’s up Toni? Of course I will. Ok, Bye. Duty calls…
To be continued…
About Us “Calling It” Exactly What It Does
by moreoj on Jun.30, 2011, under General Sessions
Alicia had no idea about the information that Derrick had just found out. She continued on until she had arrived at the corner of Willshire and Kentucky. The city had taken a precautionary measure to try and preserve energy by having what they call “rolling blackouts.” It sucks because unless you are keeping up with the increments of time between the rotations, a low cell battery and no car charger will definitely make it quite the task to catch up with that inviting eye candy that you ran into with a full battery just before you decided to use the rest of it telling your closest friend the whole story.
Alicia came to a full stop right at the moment that the power was off on that side of town. She panicked for a split second right at the moment when it had gone completely dark. Derrick was nowhere in sight and she didn’t know what direction was which. So she reached over to her glove compartment and pulled out her chrome plated .38 caliber pistol that was always loaded and sat still until to wait out the darkness.
Derrick had avoided the black out by making a right at the light that he and Alicia had come to a stop together. Dude, I’m glad you got in touch with me before I made that mistake.
You know I called her the other day just to check on her. She said she was trying to start her life over.
What do you mean?
Well, the other day I called her and she was crying. I just figured she was just in her feelings about her guy Calvin, but what she told me next was what had me call you asap! Especially after I had just seen you get into your car and follow her. I was headed down there to have a drink or two just to catch a slight buzz and go home. Anyway, she told me about this cat she was messing around with that she wanted to keep around. The thing was he had a wife. In fact, his wife was pregnant. He found out when he was about to head over to Alicia’s house for their usual rendezvous when his wife is away for a little while. Daphne I think her name is…
Daphne?
Yeah, you know her?
I’m trying to remember. The name does sound familiar. Oh well, I know about two or three Daphne’s so go ahead. What else?
Ok. Oh boy Calvin was looking for some mouthwash or something and stumbled over the trash can beside the toilet. It shook and revealed a positive pregnancy test at the bottom of the pile under a sanitary napkin.
What the hell is a sanitary napkin?
A maxie pad D. Come on stay focused.
I am but I don’t see what all of this has to do with anything. You always do this. Get me ready to hear a great punch line and take me half way around the world before you get to the point. I mean…
Ok do you want to hear this or not?
Aiight, continue… (Derrick finds humor in the anxiousness of Casper’s voice)
She told me that Calvin could barely keep himself together when he got to her apartment. He was actually only coming to break up with her that day. He said something to the effect of, he wanted to try and be there for his wife and new baby. Oh yeah, and that he hoped that she understood why it was important to him that they stop everything altogether.
Damn…
I know right? Alicia was in her boy shorts and man. She was ready. In fact, while she was telling me the story she got in that mode where she just lost herself and… shit I damn near climbed through the phone.
Damn, what did she say?
(Alicia’s Recollection)
I had on my satin boy shorts with the lace bottoms and a bullet that I had sewn into them that vibrated when ever my pussy got moist even a little. It had been vibrating since I had talked to Sean on the phone. I was still braless since I had just gotten out of the shower before calling him. I couldn’t wait to use the lotion that Sean had bought for me the last time that he came over. I wanted him to smell it on me as soon as he walked through the door. I had given him a key so he didn’t have to knock. I’m sure probably he told his wife it was a key to something at work or something like that. I sat down on my bed and started with my feet; then to my legs. By the time I made it up to thighs, my legs were as wide as I could get them. My pussy had taken the bullet to my g spot. When I first put them on (boyshorts), the bullet grazed my clitoris from the bottom and separated the two smaller lips that she always hid behind just before she swelled. It (bullet) began vibrating as I adjusted it to make sure it rested in y little lady before she was ready to prepare fore Sean’s arrival. (Alicia chuckles) I was about to touch my clit when… it just must have skipped a gear or something and I was frozen with thoughts Sean’s tongue wrapped around either of my lady’s lips and sucking my clit at the same time. The way he would part her upper lips with his mouth and suck until my pussy would start contracting; causing my wetness to flow uncontrollably. Then he would use his index, his middle finger or sometimes both to reach my g spot and pull it firmly to him as he sucked my pussy while my juices flowed onto his chin and down his goatee. He never minded the extra flow and I didn’t mind him using pulling his finger from my lady and using some of her juices to lubricate my ass so that he could play with it. Some women wouldn’t allow it, hell or even admit to letting a man put his finger in her ass. If they knew what I knew, they would be disappointed if he didn’t. As long as he did it right of course. And Sean did everything right. I began squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples so hard that it felt like a bite. (Alicia starts moaning) I could feel his dick sliding in and out of me. The vibrations from the bullet were taking me to a vision of him pulling my hair from behind me as he went deeper inside me. When my head went back toward him with every pull, I came harder and harder. I know he could feel my pussy tighten when she was about to cum. So I added to the pressure by gyrating and twisting on his shaft so he could cum with me. (Alicia lets out a soft squeaky noise) Aaahhh! Ok. I’m good. I’m good. Oh, but this time when he came over, (In a mocking voice) he started babbling on about his wife and she’s pregnant and he wants to be a good father and blah, blah, blah. I knew how to calm him and bring him back to reality. To cut to the chase, I got what I wanted. The irony of it all was that before he had come through the door, I sent him a text that said “I know you have always wanted a child so before you leave today I have something to tell you. And I put a smiley face at the end. I don’t know why I expected more than what I got from him. Sure I was able to take his mind off of his home situation with my usual methods but after that was over and I was far past exhausted, stood up and repeated the same things he said when he first came over. Even after I told him that I was pregnant, he still kept rambling on. Then he left. All inside of my feelings, I called my mom and tried to talk to her. I ended up breaking free of whatever I was feeling about the situation and decided that I needed a change. I dropped my Blackberry on the bed and walked over to my full mirror. All I could think about at that moment was the children I was supposed to have. Whether a miscarriage or by me deciding that I was ready, I was done with it. I am ready to be a mother. It’s just too bad I don’t know exactly who my baby’s father is…)
What the fuck? You mean…?
Man she got me with that one too!
Wow!
Right, right; so now you see why I was calling you like this. If she would do it to him why wouldn’t she do it to you? You remember when I asked you did you know Daphne?
Yeah, what about it?
Well she found out about me from a friend of a friend and got curious. Apparently her and Sean had tried the ménage a trois thing a few times now she felt like she may have been missing something. She originally came at me as if she was single and wasn’t interested in turning it into anything else. I was reluctant at first so I took a few days and did a background check on her. I didn’t find out that she was married until after the first time.
The first time? Casper, you never mess around with a married woman! What the hell were you thinking?
I know D, but when the info got back to me it said that the marriage was arranged or something. It had something to do with the military. Shit, I was so gone off of the first time and how she broke it down to me that I believed her. Don’t get me wrong, I did some more checking and found out that things like that do happen. If that was the case with them, was anyone’s guess.
Damn. You’re not still messing with her are you? I mean….
I guess it won’t make much of a difference now.
Why do you say that?
I think she may be carrying my baby…
Exactly What It Does
by moreoj on Jun.30, 2011, under General Sessions
It’s amazing how very similar our perspectives are about this.
What is that supposed to mean?
Come on Shannan, you know exactly what I mean.
No, AnDre I don’t, but I really want to hear this. So just say it.
Ch.1 AnDre’s Eye
You knew who I was when you first met me. I didn’t ask you for any of this. As a matter of fact you came at me with all of the: I’m cool; you don’t have to worry about bullshit with me. Yeah, see how that turned out. You can shake your head all you want sweetheart but all in all you wanted to take the ride just like the rest of them.
Rest of who? I…
See you are already stuttering before you can even try to be a bitch about it. You don’t think I know about what you do when I’m not around? I know what the business is with the guys that are just acquaintances of yours so to speak. But hell that’s not even a factor in this case because we both knew the equation as well as how it would eventually turn out. The real question is, why didn’t you come to me before you decided to find out what my “not you” activities consisted of. Uh huh… Your mind is wondering now huh? You know, the idea of me not being worth you time should have crossed your mind well before you let this dick take your mind away.
My mind away? Says the one that couldn’t leave well enough alone. Motherfucker you knew I had feelings for you when sucked you dick the first time. Now you want to say I knew better, you weak ass only good for a laid up ass nigga. Yeah, I said it! I had no problem playing nice with your sorry ass before what I though was someone trying to move forward in his life turned out to be what I had hoped he wouldn’t be. I’ll take that hit. That’s on me. So with whatever the rest of your lame ass attempts to add heat behind your words and stick out you chest consist of make sure you remember who has been carrying your ass all this time. Yeah, I may have been naive to think that you could have felt anything other than yourself but ok. With one tear streaming on the dark side of her face where AnDre couldn’t see it, she hesitantly directed him to the door for the last time.
AnDre had never heard her go off like that to anyone. He had always been the one that walked away without any remorse for any of the disorientations he left behind him. This time he saw no traces of light ahead of him at all. He played the scenario over and over in his head as he walked almost a half of a block South of Shannan’s townhouse apartment that now had fallen dark behind him. (AnDre stands up in all of his glory, thinking to himself, man I just beat this pussy to the wall. Dick still hard just as hard as when he felt heat from Shannan’s mouth as she prepared her saliva for the lubricating of the fullness of his dick. He rehearses his final exit from another “unfortunate” in his head. So his falsely apparent lust is really a boastful gloat at how well he has done for her appetite, got what he wanted and didn’t have to give a hot damn about any of what she was feeling.) Then he drew a blank. What the hell went wrong this time? Shit, fuck it? AnDre pulled out his keys to press the unlock button on his keypad when…
Hey what’s up Mr. Calvin? The familiar woman reached for AnDre’s zipper and pulled at it until his uncovered and curious dick fell out just past the metal grooves. His erection had materialized once again inside of the woman’s hand as she planted soft kisses on his chest through his linen shirt. She closed her eyes as she took in the scent of what was left of his cologne. His head fell back as she whispered to him, “Do you remember me now?” His eyes opened and a memory of a woman from a few years ago came to him. Then as the woman in his vision was turning around, the light from the moon had already shifted to a very sensual pair of full lips that were slightly held open with an eager tongue moving across them.
The woman took a step away from AnDre. He stood there as his dick started to fall at what his vision revealed to him next inside of a pair of hazel brown eyes that sparkled in the moonlight. He swallowed aggressively; at that next moment he was lying face down on the pavement beside his car. Nothing was taken and aside from the darkening bruise on his left cheek, there was no physical evidence that anyone had even been there…
About Us4
by moreoj on Jun.10, 2011, under General Sessions
I was already rushing to cross paths with her leaving from work at her usual time. I mean, I had been waiting on this girl for a while now. She was tied up at first (if you know what I mean) so I stepped back and just let it go. Then out of the blue she sends me a text that read “Are you still?” I’m like are you serious. It was funny at first because when I first met her and had a conversation with her she nicely blew me off because she had a man at home. In fact the conversation only lasted as long as it did because they were on bad terms anyway. I was so caught up in the way that the words left her lips as I continued to smell whatever that aroma was coming from between her legs. It wasn’t that it was that usual pussy smell that was obviously well kept.
There was a touch of something else that was there that complimented her juices’ response to me. I tried to just play it smooth and let her just vent for what it was worth but me being me, I had to leave her with something that would play over and over in her mind when she left my presence. The problem was, my conscience kept blocking my usually free flowing spirit of charming phrases. So all that came out was,” Whenever you decide to just text ‘Are you still?’ and I will take it from there. She smiled and took my card without another word. I couldn’t believe that she was so open with me about her personal life. Being who I was, I was in tuned to whatever she had to say.
So it came to me as a surprise when she didn’t leave with me after letting me know that when she got home she wouldn’t come close to getting what I would do to a woman like her. You know when you are trying to listen to someone that you find so irresistibly attractive that your urge sometimes interferes with your ability to give them your full attention when they are trying to confide in you? Man! She was just that. Which brings me now to the present. I had a taste for something new on my body so I decided to put on the SQ Black and Red Label ensemble I grabbed last week when I felt like upgrading my style a bit. Once I was all buttoned up to the second to the top one and my shoulders filled the tailored SQS blazer, I was ready to go. I’m so glad the designer decided to have the seams double stitched. My dick was trembling at the thought of what was about to happen. I wondered what was on her mind…
Alicia:
Now that I’m finally rid of Calvin I can move on to better things. My girl Michelle was telling me about when she first met Derrick how he was all into a conversation with this girl who she knew couldn’t compare to her. She was cute and all but she was a big girl. Ok, I don’t have anything against big girls but really, who are they to try and compete with my girl. Then look at me. Alicia had it in her mind that she had been tied down for so long it was time for her to stop just tip toeing out and walk like a woman to whoever she wanted whenever she wanted. Calvin had actually been a really good man. Although Alicia never stayed with anyone for a whole night, she left little room for belief in the contrary. Calvin, as a man would just go with it after a while to avoid so much arguing. Alicia saw that as a weakness and began to nonchalantly move about at night in unfamiliar places and wouldn’t return until she had been well entertained. In her mind she wasn’t doing anything wrong. Derrick just happened to catch her when she had been rejected by one of her side men but instead of blaming them, she blamed Calvin and went on about how dissatisfied with him she was with the emotions she was feeling from her rejection that night from someone else. When she left Derrick at the lounge and returned home earlier than usual, Calvin had cooked dinner and wrapped hers up for her to warm should she be hungry when she got home. When she walked through the foyer, she noticed the bedroom door open down the hallway. Calvin was asleep on top of the covers. She frowned and walked quickly over to the couch, laid down and curled up under her long coat. Still thinking about how hurt she was over the other guy not seeing her, she cried herself to sleep. Calvin heard the last whimpers before she dozed off and walked into the living room only to drop his head disappointment. He knew those tears weren’t for him so he turned and went back to lie down on the bed.
After a while of the situation not getting any better, Calvin as well as Alicia decided it was time for him to go. As Calvin drove off for the last time, she text Derrick with only a few words “Are you still?” It was funny how she still had in mind so few words from someone that she met so long ago for only a short moment. Nevertheless, the time was now for the both of them. “I wonder if he got my text..?”
Derrick arrived at the place that they had met. Alicia was just outside stepping into her car and gesturing for him to follow her. All he could think about was that extra touch of something on her clitoris was just below his nostrils and above his chin before long. Alicia was reaching inside of her LSQ asymmetrical skirt to tease an already ripened lady with that special lotion that she added to her lips whenever she was about to have sex. It was a special blend of organic materials that formed a candle. She kept one in the armrest. She would lit the wick for about ten seconds and as soon as it would liquefy forming a smooth and creamy lotion, she would take her index and middle fingers and message just a small amount on each fingertip onto her lady’s button. She moaned, “I love my B. Leaf candle. Shit.” as she checked her rearview mirror to see if Derrick was still behind her.
Derrick was indeed behind her following anxiously. His phone rang suddenly. “Who in the hell would be calling me?” He pushed the button on his Bluetooth to pick up the call. It was his business partner Casper. He was all inside of his feelings about something. Derrick’s erection went down slightly as he decided to listen to his partner’s dilemma. “I told you to chill out with that trying to be Mr. Please Everybody!” No D, it’s not like that. He went on and on about someone apparently being pregnant. Before he could tell him exactly who inside of the long version of how he met this beautiful woman, she walked like this, she talked like this, she smelled like this then he went on about when he first went to her house.
By this time Derrick was tuned all the way in. He described the scene of when he last went over her house and everything he remembered; from the grass to her license plate that read… Just then Derrick came to a stop behind Alicia at a traffic light that had just turned red. Her license place was being read to him as she pulled off at the turning of the light’s color to green…
TBC
About us 3
by moreoj on May.26, 2011, under General Sessions
When I heard Casper’s voice, all thoughts of Sean came to a screeching halt. My mind and body trembled with every reminiscence of Casper’s caresses. It was supposed to be a one time thing but when he allowed me to fully open up as I did and he receive me as I had longed for someone to do, I was completely his and no one else’s. I wanted to stop but I just couldn’t. He was so careful with his movements and very sensual in his strengths as he was assertive in his submissiveness. I had never had someone to fully give of themselves to me in such a way that I didn’t care if there wasn’t a tomorrow.
I know it’s you Alicia. I know it was supposed to only be for one night but I am a man of chance. So I was wondering if you felt as I did and wanted another encounter with me as I most certainly do with you. Alicia could barely believe what she was about to agree to. Before she could have a second thought, she said, “Yes.” Ok, then. I will text you in a couple of days when I am in town and we can take it from the top. “Ok,” Alicia said before abruptly hanging up. Although Casper was a little taken back by Alicia hanging up so suddenly, he was sure that her pussy was tingling as the vibrations from his voice made their way through the receiver.
Meanwhile:
After Sean fell asleep, Daphne removed his arms from around her: not out of anger but understanding of her position as well as his. She stood to her feet and walked across the room to a picture of her and Sean at her surprise birthday party that he threw for her at Convergence Si!. It was the first time he ever said more than two words to her in passing on the avenue that was home to almost all of the RiD businesses. He was so very handsome in the way that hew pretended not to notice her as the other men all went out of their ways to greet her everyday. Unfortunately Convergence Si! was also the place that she was introduced to Alicia. “How could I allow this to happen,” she said to herself as she picked up the photo and turned to look at Sean as he rolled over to her vacant spot on the bed. She raised her shirt and placed her hand on her stomach. “I’m sorry that you have to be in the middle of all of this. I just can’t tell him yet. We are doing so good right now. I really don’t want to mess this up.” Daphne began to cry once again. This time it was more intense due to the fact that she was pregnant and Sean had no idea. It was the second time in less than a year.
The first time was when she agreed to invite someone new into their bedroom. She had forgot to take her birth control but didn’t want Sean to think that she had second thoughts about the agreement, so she went through with the experience anyway. Sean was upset but sympathetic at the thought of her in a way being considerate. They both agreed, Alicia reluctantly, that an abortion was necessary due to the circumstances. Alicia cried as Sean let out a sigh of relief. He didn’t even notice how often her eyes were puffy and red once it was all over. This time was different. There had been many more encounters with other couples and singles between the time of the abortion and now. The issue in this case is that Sean had no idea that it was even possible in part because they both agreed to discontinue the adulterous sessions. When she bumped into Derrick at Convergence Si! the same day that Sean had finally engaged in conversation with her. Being fresh out of a verbally abusive relationship and new to the area, it was altogether flattering for two very well put together and after very extensive research has proven two very well endowed individuals.
“Why didn’t I just choose?” The thought continued to pierce her mind’s surface of reasoning. (Exhale) She walked back over to the bed and slowly repositioned herself in Sean’s embrace; hoping to find herself inside of a deep sleep that will inspire a solution to a very incomprehensible situation.
Casper:
I know I will have to handle this a little differently this time because if she is a little more caught up in the experience of me than what she and I talked about the first time, I am in some serious trouble. With that said, Daphne here I come…
to be continued… Again.
General Sessions Of Past
by moreoj on May.26, 2011, under General Sessions
What I feel like At The Moment
I speak to all of you that refuse to speak for yourselves. Why assume the adult position and act like a bad example of a child? I am far from the highest but before I get too low, I hold my head up and bypass the doubts in my uprising beyond all fathomable inferences towards my present’s ability to be the exact chess move necessary for my everlasting, beautifully orchestrated, forever evolving, unbiasly progressive forever. I may be arrogant but my focus has always included all of who are not afraid to reach for their deservations as well. I aim to assist in your climaxes not your digressions.
What Interests You?
How many women really know what makes them happy? In my experiences I have run across many women that used to know and understand what it would take to make them truly happy. Now that they have allowed themselves to lower their levels of tolerance towards what was once unacceptable, they have caused themselves to elude the once seemingly attainable goal of being self reliant as well as independent. I know that it is very possible for her to be independent in many ways. The issue that I have witnessed consistently is the one concerning their want/need to be appreciated by the right person. Whether it’s a boyfriend, husband or otherwise. Dressing up in that cute, sexy ensemble used to get it until one day you were no longer comfortable putting it on. Now you are more self conscious about your face, hair, shape, weight, inconsistencies on your body (stretch marks etc.), you have gone through experiences that have led you to believe that you are only beautiful to you. The thing is due to the lack of persistence from the outside world to introduce common place conveniences, fashions, outlets or even get to know you, you have felt as if you were correct in your assumption. Well I am here to tell you that you are wrong. The beauty that you possess is far beyond what your imagination could fathom…
Why are you so excluded?
Sometimes it’s hard to find just the right outfit to wear anywhere. Even that pair of jeans that you love so much sometimes don’t feel as comfortable. If there isn’t anyone out there that will actually listen to the inquiries of those in need, or any of the individuals in need inquiring, neither of them have the right to express any dissatisfaction with the discrepancies of his or her findings. Men seem to complain just as much as women do about their disposition when it comes to fashion. I myself would like a more tailored look and feel. When I was younger, I would always go with whatever the fad was at that time. Now as a man I am more inclined to adhere to my own personal style. As you should to. However, for those who have the ideas that they have reluctantly expressed to those who don’t necessarily have their best interest at heart, I say to you be ready for my newest designs coming soon. You can best believe that I intend to try my hardest to supply the world with the very much needed diversity in style as well as shapes and sizes available.
Love
Raise your awareness to the true influence of a simple caress. The subtle inviting stares from afar. Take advantage of the “What would you like to do’s and “Because I love you’s.” Understand the compromises on your behalf that sometimes times leave her with less than half. Cherish the attempts without mention, to grab your attention as she remembers to forget the towel after a bath or a shower. Acknowledge the favorites purchased at the made to order as well as the dinners prepared at home. Know that the efforts made, far out weigh your reciprocations. Never look for reasons to doubt her or you will find what you are looking for. Stand back and focus your attention on bringing to pass all that you promised to her; including what she asked. Then wait. Because all that you need comes to you without notice; it stays based on your ability to appreciate it, and it’s yours if you take care of it. Lay your pride to rest and give her heart peace. Take direction when making love to her, and put her mind at ease. Show her the love she so deserves after wards and then soundly she will sleep. Message her mind and heart with your soul’s desires and allow your new understanding of her to take you higher. Her beauty knows no boundaries. So if you have wronged her, apologize sincerely and pray that her heart you can keep.
Erotica
It’s sad to say that even as I write this, I feel as though I am one of my characters from one of my other bodies of work. Sometimes when I write, I indirectly include some of my own personal fantasies and experiences. No, I won’t tell you which is which. I will however tell you a new tale. It could be either fiction or non fiction, depending on who and when you ask. I feel that if all purposes are left open, surely you will draw your own conclusions anyway.
With smiles on each of their faces, they blindfold each other. The room is slightly chilled. They have both have agreed on a set of rules that will govern the evening’s events. Number one, no removing the blindfold. Number two, the receiver is not allowed to touch the giver unless they are either encouraging or guiding, or else they will have to be handcuffed or tied down. Their choice. Finally there is number three, both individuals must be open to everything the evening has to offer. The only exceptions will be those specified before hand. Once the blindfolds are on, there is no turning back. Oh yeah, there is one final rule; no questions asked…
He quickly takes his position at her feet. She smiles a deceitful smile. He makes his way up one of her legs with his lips. She doesn’t make a sound. He starts to caress her other leg as he brushes across her lady lightly with his lips, pursing his lips for a soft kiss as he slid across her. She flinched. He came across once again. She didn’t move. He reached around and beneath her upper back to undo her bra. Success was apparent, as he had practiced doing so with one hand, anticipating what his visit to her house might bring. Little did he know, she had practiced on something of her own. He couldn’t help but wonder how much promiscuity she possessed after he saw the life sized mannequin in her closet.
Well she was about to show him. When he began to nibble on her navel, she pulled her knees upward and flipped him over. He then, without thinking, grabbed her and violated rule number two. So now he had a choice. Cuffed or tied. He chose to be tied up. She gladly did so. He had always talked about how he didn’t like for a woman to be anywhere around his butt area, but he failed to bring it up before the rules were set for the evening. She had no intentions on violating him in any way. She stepped away for a moment. When she returned, she brought company. She noticed how he always got nervous around her best friend so she decided to surprise him and see what happens.
She didn’t know tonight would be like this, but it was perfect. Her and her friend had already been together on several occasions. Her friend loosened one of his ties so that she turn him on his side. Then she went for the on spot that she knew would get him to relax submit. She stood by as her friend took his mind away. Her friend gave her the signal for her to move in. She started the base of his cheeks and kissed him upward until she was right where she wanted to be. She proceeded to use her lips and tongue simultaneously. He didn’t even realize that there were two women in the room. His mind was completely taken away.
Then suddenly, he released himself and turned the tides on the both of them. He had somehow managed to slide down and inside of his host. The other was so caught off guard that she paused long enough for him to technically not violate rule number two again. The rules were actually made for the original participants and not the special guest. So he grabbed her by her waist and introduced himself head first so to speak. The session went on for what seemed like hours on end, but it was actually, about two and a half hours. After the bold move by the gentleman, all of the rules seemed to just fade away.
In fact, the only one that was still in effect was rule number one. Even the young lady’s friend had blindfolded herself to enhance the effects of her experience as well. While the three of them lay exhausted in the passion filled room, someone came through the door; it was someone that he had invited but had canceled prior to the young lady accepting his invitation. The two women removed their blindfolds and had the most surprised expressions on their faces. He however looked up with a smile as deep as the shades of hazel in the individual’s eyes standing in the doorway.
Erotica 2
The reason it was so shocking to the women and he smiled was because it was his brother. Although they weren’t identical, they looked a lot alike. The friend already knew he had a brother and so did his girl for the evening. The ladies had only remembered seeing them together. In fact the brother had approached the friend before, but since she thought he was the first brother, she assumed that he was her friend’s guy and blew him off. The problem now is that the brother had arrived and was standing in the doorway completely naked and he was more endowed than his brother. That was in fact the reason for the surprised look on the girl’s faces. He stretched to well above average but just enough not to scare them to death.
Their mouths started to water and so did everything else. The brother walked slowly towards the ladies and asked who was first. They both grabbed him and threw him down on the bed next to his confused brother. The first one climbed onto his smile and the second smiled extra close to his manhood. She was thinking to herself, “I just have to see what something that beautiful tastes like.” He was thinking the same thing while his dimples were buried into the first young lady’s inner thighs. The second was slightly off of the bed; leaving this nicely toned and slightly but sexy out of proportioned backside exposed for the taking. The first brother seized the opportunity to make her remember why she was there in the first place. He refused to be regarded as some background figure. He, shall we say, rose to the occasion.
Whatever his motivation was, must have been created in the thought of being shown up by his younger, seemingly, more desirable brother because he went inside of her so deeply that she screamed and almost bit down on his brother just before she caught herself. She backed up slowly until she was off of the bed completely. Then she placed both of her palms on the floor and said, “You’ve gotten my attention, now what?” He smiled and said nothing at all. He spread he cheeks and went to work. He continued to curve from wall to wall until she couldn’t take any more of his stroke from that angle. Besides she was almost unable to stand after the first climactic spill. He saw that she was about to give out, so he picked hr up and carried her to the next room.
Meanwhile, the brother and the friend had made their way outside where it was pouring down raining. She was holding on to the rails on the balcony as he held her by the sway in her back as he squatted down to allow her to straddle his shoulders. The rain was almost successful in masking the juices that flowed constantly after the first orgasm. She leaned over his head to tell him that she wanted to switch positions. He smiled and took one last kiss of the top, button like area on the outside of the vagina that peeks out just between two layers of soft sensual mini walls of skin. Then he stood up with her legs still wrapped around his shoulders. He dropped his shoulders slightly so that she could slide down. he caught he at his waist and slide inside of her once more.
She screamed as loud as she could. Everyone in the neighborhood would have heard her if the thunder didn’t roar as she was screaming. She had climaxed harder than she had ever before. Mostly due to the fact that he tossed her around in the air as if she was as light as a feather. It turned her on in the ultimate way. Both of the couples were concluding their missions when suddenly they heard a noise. There loud thud in the living room. The door had been kicked in. There were police officers standing in the living room with every kind of gun that you could imagine. One of them said, I hope it was good, cause I got your a#$ now. Three of them look at the person that he was talking and wondered what the h#$$ was going on. Then there someone burst in through the door and shot the seized individual twice in the chest and said now you sorry excuse for cops can take me….
This story has many twists and turns. This story is only an introduction to one of the dimensions of my literary side. I am an artist first. I will be introducing more pieces by me as well as others who challenge themselves to get the full benefit of this group. Whether it be in the form of visual art, literature, fashion etc. I am a student of all artistic expression. One of the goals of my business is explore all of those and then some. So keep checking back for updates. If you think you can do better, do it!!! I invite you to express yourselves. I will be posting more art, literature, and fashions for your spirit soon. No one will be excluded….
Being Considerate
She must be out of her damn mind, introducing me to that dude! I could tell from the way that he leaned to the side to hide it that I was not about to even try and take it any further. I will never judge another man by his height or his shoe size. (breathe, breathe) He was so sweet and very understanding of my busy schedule. He even had goals of his own that he was willing to incorporate me into should we decide to take it any further. Ok, yeah yeah, I know. Good men are hard to find, but what happens when I get that thing inside of me. Will I live?! (Din Dong) Who is that at this hour? She looks through the peephole.
It’s him! “Hey, I don’t know exactly what I said to make you run off but you left your purse in the seat of my car.” I don’t want to keep him waiting. When she opened the door he was soaked from standing outside while she gathered her thoughts. She had no choice but to at least let him cool off. “Hi.” She said in a nervous tone. “I’m sorry I ran off like that.” As she was trying to apologize, he was removing his jacket to reveal a massive chest with cuts in all the places they needed to be. He turned around and she noticed that his backside even had tone to it. She could feel herself running down her leg. She moved closer to him but not too close. She reached out for his jacket and as he turned back around she could see his manhood just as calm and thick as she remembered.
Only this time she was more curious than scared. The only thought was how much thicker it would get once he was aroused. She walked past him and pretended to accidentally brush against him spilling her drink on his pants. “Oh, I’m so sorry.” She said unconvincingly as she tried to wipe his crotch with a bare hand. “Here, now you can satisfy your curiosity.” She jumped. Then she wrapped both of her hands around it with much left to spare. She pulled him closer with it. It got harder as she got, well, you know. The night was such a night to remember; not because of his memorable manhood, but because of how he took care of her during the session. It was as if he knew exactly what to do with every stroke.
He messaged he lower back as he entered from behind. He caressed her breasts as he wrapped her arms and legs around him to stand and suspend her body in the air. He even kissed her lady as if he was kissing her. Then just when she thought no stone had been unturned, he found a place inside of her that gave her the softest, most arousing, energy consuming, carefully ignited orgasm she has ever had. Then just after they came together, he looked at her and told her that he understood that she was not completely sure whether or not he would complicate things for her so he would respectfully allow her space to make up her mind without contest. Then he bathed her just before he put her to bed, and he kissed her goodnight. Then he left…
Faith
Remember that time in your life that you felt like you were capable of doing any and everything. Your mind raced constantly. The ideas that you had back then were so vast that you had to slow down to catch up with yourself. It was one hell of a feeling. Then due to life’s obstacles presenting themselves, you gradually started to stray away from that way of thinking. It would seem like, that as an adult you would remember all of those things that you wanted to do or be and use your adult knowledge and finally figure out how to do it. Instead, whether directly or indirectly, you have come to the conclusion that those things are not possible. I have even surprised myself when it comes to this group.
The stories that I have sent to you have inspired me to add to my artistic resume for future projects. If you are just now joining and have not had a chance to read some of them let me know and I will send them to you. Anyway, I appreciate all of the support from those of you who have responded to the messages. In my opinion, I think that you should use that encouragement for yourself as well and bring that great idea of yourself back to the forefront of your thoughts. After I decided to follow my passions, I felt better and closer to my purpose. Now there are very few things that discourage me. For the women, you have so much power within you, that it is ridiculous. There is no greater beauty that was created regardless of what demographic, nationality or species.
That beauty lies within your soul, so you have what it takes to reach all of your goals. As far as my guys, we already know that we were put here to lead. So be encouraged to put forth an example that people would want to follow. Strive for the greatness that you as a father, husband, significant other etc. that you would advise others to. It takes time and effort to pull off being yourself with so many offers to be someone else. Understand when, where, and how that last statement happens. Now is the time to remember who you are not just the comparison between your past and present circumstances in determining what your future will be. Just trust HIM…
Compromise
I can smell her beauty all over me. I wish that she was closer. My eyes are too dry for the way that I feel right now. (exhale) When I breathe she comes out, my love for her I don’t doubt, so out comes the pours of resentment towards myself for me and my forgotten purpose. The nervousness doesn’t discredit the years of service but it does paralyze the nerve to have the same audacious approach. This pain is familiar to many although at this moment, for me, it is second to none. Shit… I guess I will have to start over. This sounds weak. I guess I should have listened to her. I just didn’t know how. I mean, how is a man supposed to try an understand what he doesn’t know? Why couldn’t she just tell me what was up? I miss her already. I know looking at her pictures won’t help but fu%$ it. Damn she looks good. I remember when she sent these to me. When I saw that it looked like she sent them to someone else, I was so pissed that I almost lost it. It still bothers me but not as much. Before I knew it I was grabbing my d*&%. Here I am, trying to write about how bad I feel about my relationship, and now I am looking at naked picture messages that she sent me and about to… Something must be wrong with me. She is gorgeous though. Damn. Well since I can’t have her right now, here it goes. I pulled up pictures on my computer and that was all that it took. I couldn’t tell the difference anymore. It was like she was right in front of me. After a while, without realized it, I had moved away from the computer. By this time I wasn’t looking at the pictures anymore. I thought about how she would go to the fridge and get the chocolate, then to closet and get my playtime cuffs and pay me back for all of the times I wouldn’t let her up after I made her c*& during four play. I couldn’t believe me, a grown a*^ man was at home looking at naked picture of his girl and working his little guy over. Just as the thought came a picture of her did also and so did I once I thought I could see her standing right in front of me. Sh$# it was. I’m sorry baby. What the he((? I, I, I,… I was so embarrassed. Then I saw that it wasn’t her. It was her best friend. Huh? What are you..? Then she walked in behind her. Surprise! Baby do you remember that time you asked me was I..? Uh yeah..! Well I am about to give you your answer.
Compromise 2
Wha, wha, what? Really? She raised her left eyebrow and smiled; giving him the confirmation that the answer to his question was yes. She had been avoiding him every since he asked her the question. I mean, how close can two friends get in a matter of weeks. Some of the things they said and did to each other were questionable. Like the time she walked up to her and said you know i love you, don’t you girl, and grabbed one of her breasts. I was turned on and all but seeing as how we hadn’t had sex or even come close to anything intimate in a long time, I was a little jealous. Just a little. So aside from the embarrassment, I was feeling at the moment, I was anxious and somewhat afraid of what was about to happen next. Then they both walked towards me. She directed her friend to my d%$# and she began to suck slowly. She spread her legs and put one of her feet on my thigh as her friend continued to suck away. My mind was all over the place.
She touched herself as she messaged my scalp and tasted the fingers on her other hand just before giving me a sample. She tasted like peaches and raspberries. She said that now I had to hold up on my end of the bargain. Sh*(. I was so caught up in the moment that I forgot that this was her end of a deal that I thought would never manifest. Come on baby, I was… Baby what? You promised. I dropped my head. Here this might help. She went over to a burgundy suitcase that she had brought in with her. She opened it and pulled out a blindfold and a strap-on. They stood me up and blindfolded me. From then on, I was in the dark. One of them sucked my scrotum and the other licked me from behind. I didn’t know it was going to feel like this. He forgot about the other part. I collapsed onto the face of the sack lady that was on the bed. SH&^ I almost forgot what was next. Then the one from behind stuck her finger in. I was trembling. The things I do to please my woman… OooH (he grunts). He loosened up a little as the other woman pulled his d&^* backwards and sucked it from behind. Then he felt it. One of them put a hand over his mouth as he let out a girly yelp. She drove it in deeper and deeper but surprisingly gentle. They removed the blindfold, but he couldn’t even open his eyes. He actually enjoyed it.
He didn’t know if the thought of pleasing her and having two women eased his mind or maybe… Well his new question would soon be answered. He came twice as hard after about an hour of penetrations, oral sex and multiple ejaculations. Now dejavu hit him when he saw a “Darren” tattoo with a heart around it on the friends back. The she stood up facing the door. His girl was on the other side of her. How did she get over there so fast he wondered. The friend had small fragments of a black rubber material on her a**. His girl walked over to him and said that that was the last time they would be together. What!!? I’ve been having an affair with Darren from next door. Who? The tattoo flashed before his eyes again. She is fu*&^%$ her man too. He was about to find out that he too was just fu&^%d by Darren. The black fragments were from the strap on, so then what the h&(( was put inside of him? The friend turned around to reveal a make-up-less face with a mustache and a of her wig was pushed back showing a razor lined low hair cut; then at eye level, there was a ten inch hard on right in front of him. Meet Darren Baby…
Moral #1: Be careful what you ask for.; you just might get it.
Moral #2: Take care of your woman/man; someone else would be glad to do the job for you.
Anger
A bridge over from paradise to vulgarity. Trying not to give up. An eruption of emotions like friction from contact with sandpaper and no lotion. Hot, not like fire but a concentrated heat, built up from timeless transgressions suppressed over time. Mindset respectively unloved from the perception of the tyrant created through anguish caused by internally processing what external sources have applied to the foundation. Scream if you like, but hold on to what’s true. Taken from the womb of my own reality only to to be thrust into a room filled with webs of desire stemming from the thought of relief only imagined from a peripheral standpoint. Just hold me…
Anger 2
Infuriated with disillusioned contusions of emotional pain; causing progressive losses of gain. My throat is sore without signs of relief. Since I never said a word to provoke the heat, the pain that seizes me, gives me grief. Should I be remorseful because of my ignorance or apologetic for my love being irrelevant? Sometimes my heart beats to the rhythm of my thoughts racing, so my body shivers when your presence brings your heart’s deja vu. The misconception of the inception of deception into our consummation punctuates itself with quotations and multiple exclamations far beyond our imagination, and to that of our creation’s surprise, during our heated conversation. There are many defeated purposes when the impact inflicted was on purpose and not the opposite of what was once hoped to be reciprocated during the dilation of her jeweled entrance and exit. The next skit was to be autobiographical, not fictional, or even in moments falsely cynical. The passionate harvesting of nature’s imperfect perfections raises the awareness of one of my six senses. Yes six. The one of which that can allow the transposition of two vowels to alter its definition. Where as the mission is as simple as attentive participation with unbiased consideration, and a willingness to sacrifice your ejaculation if need be; in order to separate potential pain from pleasure during which your length is not measured but your efforts put forth decide the hearts course. Still it may not be enough. Eagerness does not constitute competence or a heart of acceptance. Know yourself before you unconsciously digress into a guilty confession to self. I Am Him; the evolutionary mercenary discharged honorably to better serve the world with first class intelligence now from then and since as only I can in the midst of confusion, resolve and lessen the friction so I can encourage all to complete their mission.
-This completes my “Scream Session”-
My Better Half
A freshness in her spirit; no remorse for my insisting upon the sounds that I hear. My concern is only for the notion of a premature cure during play 3 to 4 in my efforts to lure her body into my fantasy. A prescribed ecstasy by her heart’s doctored past, triumphs over disappointment. So this atonement revitalizes and exposes the pores of her soul to be left impressionable during this session’s lesson. I want to taste the sweetness of her personality. My thrusts penetrate uncharted areas of her inhibitions; long forgotten due to the lack of persistent efforts, the unawareness of such spaces and the unlawful acceptance of insensitive places of intimacy. Free from the strands that hide her beauty, she emerges slightly firmed by the arousal from the sight of my anatomical insistence.
She throbs simultaneously with the beat of her heart. A glaze of anticipation forms on the surface of her passion’s eye. I begin to feel a lustful hunger for a taste from the source of her inviting aroma. I remove all obstacles by spreading them apart in opposite directions; teasing her intersection with number three for a pre-inspection before my next efforts of an attempted digestion of her perspirated flow. Thoughts of her inside of an orgasmic existence persuade me to explore a variety of approaches in hopes of, but with much confidence that a multiclimactic experience will not only be warranted; it will be inevitable. I promise to never digress. The success is yours. I’m satisfied.
Revelation
Sometimes my life is hard to digest even for me. There are so many people knocking at my door for an opportunity. For what? What is it that attracts those kinds of people to me. You guessed it! People for me are like lost keys, the remote or an important thought to be spoken right as you start to choke up. I could very well be a genius, but who cares? It seems as if those with the capabilities to assist me in my pursuit of success are the most unwilling. Are my visions uninviting or lacking in traditionality? What is it about my ideas that push people away? I have approached various people with great ideas; most of them were the assigned offices or representatives that were put in place just for the purpose of helping me. They have fed off of my energy and creativity. They have asked favors of me. They invite themselves into my visions and try to convince me that I need them in order to succeed.
They fail to reveal that they have long since before meeting me, had exactly what I needed to progress in an area that I made them aware of. They ridicule me when I’m nowhere in sight, to those who are as lost in the translation of my personality as they are. They even go so far as to blatantly insult my intelligence by indirectly making a direct attack on my intentions, based on a memorable but lesson filled past that I have repeatedly apologized and expressed my sincere remorse for. Regardless of my expressions of my continuing growth, I am constantly reminded of how irrelevant my present and future efforts towards maturity in mind, body and spirit to the present and future, past that they will continue to use as the foundation of their perception of me.
Although I gladly accept all challenges, why should there always be one? Is everyone else’s reality more of what everyone else’s reality should be. I know I may lose some of my audience after I post this. Hell, I already lost someone even before I finished this line. I know that if any of you have viewed my profile at least you didn’t say, ugh! So imagine where my mind is at this point. I think a “Kiss my ass” is in order. The problem with me bringing that statement to the forefront is that since my vocabulary has outgrown my critics, I am now responsible for articulating myself appropriately. I now know that my success does not mean that someone else has to fail; it means that they (whoever this statement touches) can’t make any more excuses.
They have an example like those that of those I had before me. It also indirectly gives me the light I need for myself when times get rough. Why write this you ask. Because there are so many people who have been met with obstacles in many forms; with the most commonly recognizable being people (especially those close to you or in a position to make a “defining moment” call on your circumstance). They try to convince you that if a certain number of people tell you something, you should believe it and be as they are. Well, what if they are all wrong? Just because you conform to what they tell you is right does not change the fact that you are who you are. Follow laws not opinions and individuals. Don’t try change into something else…GROW! Don’t allow yourself to depreciate by lowering your standards, price of admission, and quality of your services. Who are you aside from what they and your past has told you?
You are an individual. So damn right I am a little conceited; because of who I am inside not because of my physical appearance. Although… Never mind, back on track. If they fail to understand or choose to wallow in their ignorance, remind them of who your FATHER is!
I now know how to change my reoccurring theme…
Mistakes
I know you’re upset right now but I need you. We have been at it for days now and I can’t take it like you can. I mean I tried the “tit for tat” thing but obviously it didn’t work. Hell, I thought you would at least bump into him when I purposely let him hang out from my boxer briefs, but shit, you came out with those shorts on and bent over; knowing I was going to get hard and try to rush you. I admit he was out but its not the same as her being out. Ok, Ok, look, look. How about just for tonight… No no don’t walk away please… and don’t give me that look. You know I’m sorry.
I can’t help but want you. It’s bad enough waking up next to you in the morning with him up first and since he curves anyway, he’s looking up at me like I ought to just dive in. It’s so bad now that I lick my lips when I remember how she tasted and smelled on my face. I will even take it slowly; four play on a much higher level. I can give you a bath, a message, I’ll feed you, oil your scalp, give you a pedicure,, a manicure, whatever I need to do. I just know that if you walk by one more time with that tank top and those shorts on, shit I don’t care if it’s a sweater and some Timberland boots. I need to be in that like right now. I will digest you first and even make sure you get yours. Baby I will never forget to take the garbage again; I promise.
She continued to tease him by saying no and sleeping naked. He waited until she fell asleep and kissed her inner thighs until she opened her legs wide enough for him to pleasure her orally. She awoke to a five minute orgasm. Although he really wanted to make love to her, he couldn’t bring himself to unless she agreed as well. She was however pissed because now she wanted more of him but was too exhausted to even move. He told her that he loved her, turned on his side and went to sleep.
-Respect Her Wishes-
Frustration
Transgressive, professive, protestive, intellectual, perpetual, stressful, the ingestion, before digestion, confessions in lessons after tested, all a part of this life’s aggressive posture. It starts out as one plus one and then the addictive traits shatter the patiently waiting to open the flood gates. The pace is simple, take it slow and keep it sinless or its the beginning of a new ending leaving you skinless. A place where dollars are changed and change is sanity so then sanity comes at a price that can only be paid with vanity. Speculations of degradation are as ludicrous as a mono toned punctuation; also as common as a fly is to shit, water turning to piss, the smell of inscents. Either way it is art, no matter where it starts, intertwined with ambition, conquering new missions, improving message quality through transmission, stopping infiltrations at the sight of it’s tags missing.
Pause..
-This is the way that it should flow. Stay tuned for reality-
Retracing My Steps
There was a day that happened in my life. It still remains as relevant today as if it is today. She spoke to me with her eyes. I responded with confidence and from that moment, it’s been arrogance ever since. Made off with emotions, potions were swallowed, swimming in lust, both hearts about to burst. Caresses hypnotized, it grew in size, overtime during sessions, time wasn’t prioritized. I tried to make it happen, it just didn’t take; the wake of confusion, infused a remake. Signals started to fade, into a facade, drowning in 100 proof, we both took shots. Numero out of sequence, we hoped for only an instant, until it reoccurred, then to the wall I was pinned. I put my lips to your soul, to help you lose control. Past tense is what made us separately, go for the gold. We played the hands we were dealt until all we could do is fold.
Appreciation
Sometimes my mind wonders how much love there is in the world. I can get so beside myself that I feel lost and unwanted. I know that as an adult I shouldn’t have such immature thoughts but honestly, even though I know better, sometimes I don’t allow my true personality to show. I am a father now. I love my daughter very much. I couldn’t picture my life without her. The thing is, when I look at her, I see one of the many gifts that were given to me by her mother. Her beauty shines through her eyes. God allowed me to receive such a gift that it lives beyond my own life. It took a loss for me to realize how much I had gained. She sacrificed her physical appearance as she would have liked for it to be. Although I feel that she is more beautiful than the very first day that I met her, it is not about what I think. It’s about how she feels.
She gave me her flawlessness in hopes that it would satisfy me. She allowed herself to endure physical pains, discomfort, depression, disappointments, anger and disregard so that she would not allow a day to pass without me knowing that she loved me. There is no way to ever fully repay her. If only for her being the mother of my child, I love her. The gift of life is eternal. So when there is love beyond measure that accompany this immaculate gift, you must always remember never to place a value on it. Never take it for granted. When you look in the mirror, see what she sees in you and try to improve it. Take care of the gift that God has given you and pray that when you make a mistake, it isn’t to grave that your gift is taken away. I was fortunate enough to be there throughout the care and birth of my child. I was privileged enough to share in the love in which she was created.
These are only small sacrifices that are made by women everyday. I myself have misunderstood and not recognized the significance of them. The joy of being inside of this most commonly taken for granted, realm of reality could very well be the source of happiness that many search in the wrong places for.
Thank You
Guards Up
Giving your all sometimes isn’t enough. Your ambitions overtake to a point that you are walking blind. You learn that you can’t please everyone in your persuit to happiness. It’s been a long time since I have felt this motivated. By the same token it has been a while since I have felt this emancipated form the world. So many emotions describe me. I can’t limit the answer to any question to just a simple yes/no or even a short phrase. I feel like the guys in the movies that have been cast out and puposely put through heartache on their road to fulfilling their destiny. Working out to get my mind and body right. Working to take care of my family. Caring enough for the world to smile. Then when I open my eyes, my existence is at a numb state of disdain. Nobody really cares. The false pretenses behind the smiles are as clear as Double D’s without a bra in a tank top. My mind then exhausts all thoughts of judgement. Why even care. Everyone is only as sincere as the meeting or conversation between them and you is long. I now don’t expect anthing less. For a guy that cooks, cleans, washes, folds, does hair, designs(clothes, logos, web pages, buildings, parts), buys, carries, cares, cheers up, goes to school, works full time, picks up, drops off, calls, e-mails, texts, and accepts requests, I feel I should get more love than this. At least the respect that is warranted. Not the “in the moment” right things to say. Fuck you. I am moving forward. Leave me alone…See me at the top. If you are sincere enough in your character towards me present or absent then maybe your hand won’t slip when I try to pull you up with me. Bite down on that…..!
Self Worth
If I take the time, give it back to me. Only considering what it must take to give it in the first place. I only refer to my place as my space. No violations here. Only outlines of bullshit that tried to get near. Understanding what one must, in order to draw a just conclusion. Not resolving to emotional and physical abuse that only causes a dissolution. Does any of this make sense? I didn’t think it would at first. Now do you feel me? Yeah let it sink in like the blemishing of a scar on a heart once torn. I am as real as it gets. I thought I might be conceded, when these thoughts came to mind, but then I realized… Shit, I am. I spent so long selling myself short that now I feel like a GIANT. I can see why the stuck up girl walking by is as she is. I can now understand the grieving grudges being held against subject matters long forgotten. I can now see who I am. I made so many mistakes that I figured I was getting what I deserved when the negative, temporary circumstances came my way. I know now that I am a better Man now. Now a Business man, with the intentions on becoming a success while aiding in the sometimes blinding spiral upward to the successful completion of a Greater master plan. I can now make time stand still for me. I can freely give it as I please. So if I considerately take the time, will you give it back to me?
Hurt
I really though that if you be yourself, people would accept you. I truly know now that if you’re GREAT they really are going to hate. Keeping them close with little to (know) information, causes a fluctuation in emotional explosions. Breathing easily at the deathly circumstances that stem from misinterpretation of a persons characterization. Feeling the next moment could be the one that matches your dream, your head starts to hurt. Deep inhales to try an ease the pain from the thought of those who are close that multiply your pain. The greatest at all I do. Taking my time, making sure the moment fits the individual. So I’m classified as this, this is some bullshit, too long have I accepted it. There’s no catch 22, your heart define you no matter what they try to do. You don’t make mistakes right. When your head hits the pillow, not a regret in sight. I’m gonna end right here. I have something else I want to get on…
Intimacy
Keeping her close enough to smell. Holding on to the rails. Playing every position. Using my intuition. Careful with the movement, let her know I’m loving it. Thinking about the last time I digested it. Steady with the motions, closer to her opening, as sexy as she wants to be, flattered that she’s here with me. Touching every inch of her body has got my (3rd One) swelling up the size of the other two on the outside of the three. Ready for her to ride, or at least cum with me, as opposed to cum get me. You following me. All this in the 4 play, not trying to delay. Just knowing that each time should be special, so that when I’m not around, she thinks of me like oooo! From massages to caresses, kissing and 3rd’s gestures, reassuring her that what I’m about to do will make a mess in… The small space were in. That’s only small because after we get started, all of it we’re gone work with………
Completing The Task
Flattered at the way I scatter my movements. Touching, licking, kissing, sucking, taking away the thought of fucking. Too late to turn it off. It’s in, so close together you would think we were one person. Carefully drawing back far enough to just leave the tip in, waiting for her to take a deep breath, so I can try an tickle her stomach again. All exposed in a leg spread, losing the bed spread, almost forgetting about the 1 she owes me from my 68 bid. Not tonight. I think I can do without, loving her moaning and occasional shout. So ego driven, she’s got me feelin’ like she’s having the best time of her life. Answering questions I haven’t asked like I don’t know my name… or how to spell it. listening for the spell check. Trying hard to make her studder every time I thrust back in. Second thoughts of whether or not it’s recreational, I’m a professional. Still taking requests, secure with myself, just thought I would let you know. Aiming to get you as wet as wet gets. I’m so close to cuming. HOLD UP! You gott to cum at least twice more before that. Yep, there’s one… There’s two… Damn, now 3. Subtly shaking with your legs tightly clutching me. I guess you thought that was the finish. I’m not through with you. Time to put you to sleep, so that in the morning I can start over with you. Serving you everything from 3rd to grapes, any suggestions yet. I’ll do what ever it takes. I guess that’s good for now, loving the look of wow. Get some rest now because after I cook dinner, I want you respread and serve me on the couch… Just A Thought!
Self Worth 2
Some people will defend their name even when they don’t have to. I used to be ashamed f my name because it was so different. Just as yesterday, today some even give me a reason to feel that same way. The difference today is that I have learned that I don’t have to defend my name any longer. I love the way it is spelled, the way it looks and especially the way it sounds coming off of a woman’s lips. I dreamed that one day someone would carry it as I do, feel as proud as I am to have it. My first name I have come to love. My last name is to share with those who will carry it. My Name…
Love 2
The last time I thought about it, I thought that you should try it with me. Unbelivably moving in a direction that questions all of the proposed perfection. A more neanderthalistic me, gave you foresight to into the future of we. The misconception of deception brought, what your father taught, into the equation. Now I’m stuck, constipated with an explanation. Oh I miss the sensation, of having you next to me. Now knowing, inside glowing that you were and you still are the best of me. I closed my eyes and saw the recipe, for a union that could have only been created with the, thought of a sacred incision, into my life. As it pertains to us. The only one who still stands here even after my fuck ups. The lack of your presence makes me ache. When I awake, I pray for you to be close. The sad thing is, is that it took this long for me to realize what matters most…
L3: Loving Her
Thinking on a higher plane, fearing an unsafe landing, closing my eyes remembering the world as it was…Demanding. Coasting my way through all of my inhibitions, wishing upon a star, although it seems like she’s so far away. I gotta stay. I love to play. From the way I open wide and place one of my senses inside, to the response I get that makes me give more, I can’t let her up until her legs are ready to give out and she hits the floor. No I won’t let her fall though. I’ll catch her but still wanting to give it to her the way fantasizes about the surprises I have deep down for her inside. Don’t mean to punish her but I want her to get that ultimate orgasmic feeling that will make her hips move to a rhythm. Once I finish she won’t remember any of her past scornings, only the new beginning that starts with breakfast in the morning…
Progression
What perplexes me is that no matter what’s in front or behind me, what matters most is what’s on both sides of me. I take the time to chill and re evaluate my transgressions, looking at my life and calculating my proposed profession. Instead of strivivg for a career, I’m working harder on keeping loved ones near. Living, though not in fear, carfully treading on a thread sized tightrope over what seems to be boiling troubled waters full of faltered attempts to revive the what the inevitable proves I don’t need to. My love may not be typical, but it’s everlasting. It surpasses all expectations. Only if you take what I give you will you understand it. I am not your typical storybook, and I am definitely not your past present or future motherfuckin song hook.. I define me. Respect is earned by all. Including me. The only way you will understand is if you close your eyes to see. Yeah I talk about sex, but the hex comes as a prelude therefore its not classified as make up because soon after there is a wake up. My way of thinking is only bullshit if those who think so have their head up their asses while I am speaking. Take you? Take me as I am. If I am wrong I will take that. If I am right I will leave it alone from now on. Being right offends people. It makes them feel as if you are saying they are not equal. I only compete with me. I was ahead of my time in spirit before I was born. My mom’s thoughts of me dawned on her just before. I will and have compromised, don’t be suprised, this is me, now you can open your eyes. Check me out! This clean ,cut up motherfucker with a brain. Tamed but not trained by any one person who brings rain. What is even more real though, is the fact that I can, I do and I always will love, but the lesson is this, the wisest choice was when I decided to love all enough to call out and protect the ones I love fom bullshit. And so on…
Frustration 2
Sometimes just sometimes, I want to be heard. I know I talk a lot. Actually a whole lot. I guess since I talk so much, people stop listening after a while. My contemplations are now scaring me. I am begging to be taken away without causing pain but still leaving an impact. The only thing is, I won’t be here to observe the effect. I don’t cry as much anymore. My color bleeds. It’s like my life is becoming less and less colorful. In the eyes of those that matter to me, I am fighting for position. I just don’t know who I am fighting with anymore. I must be a genius. Every single cliche that I have heard about one has applied to me in some way. I feel like I have been so right that I am wrong because I was right. “to be continued…”
Melancholy
I wish I could stand back and see myself. I must be making some horrible mistakes. Maybe I am headed to some great fortune. Based on my beliefs, times like these mean that “The storm is almost over!” It’s not always a fact that good comes when you do the same. Sometimes the storm worsens to test your Faith. I was about to write this dark, angry blog, but I felt something different this time around. Before I came to type, I visited a friend’s page that inspired me to go against my pain with one of my most prized possessions. My Heart. I love what I do. I have brought out the worst in people in some cases. For that I am truly sorry. I have also brought out the best in some people that they couldn’t have even imagined. For that I am proud of myself. Understanding is a very important part of my life. With it I am able to do the most amazing things. At least to me they are. When I choose to follow it, meditate on it, apply it, share it, or pursue more of it, I feel at peace. Some say that it doesn’t matter why… All of which as to why “why” is in existence is of importance to me. Anyway, I feel better now. I can’t put my finger on exactly how I feel , but I do know that it’s better.
Faith 2
The mastermind behind my existence is GOD. He gave me a mind to see the future of me and sometimes “we.” “We can also translate into ‘all.” I have begged and pleaded with so many. Only to have scrapes and scratches left behind. So if you’re wondering what the end result was… just look at the profile picture. The scrapes turned into fuel for energy. The scratches turned into the cuts you see before you (ha ha). I decided to not allow periods of transition, pain, struggle and interferences detour “me” from “me” or from “we.” Of all things to lose, one of them cannot be me. If I lose me then I forget what’s important. It’s funny, because I am not what’s most important. Make sense? It does to me. I have decided to follow my passion. Since the day that the decision was made, a lot of others have decided not to walk with me anymore. I have had more peace recently than I have had in a long time. I can assess situations better. I am less overbearing. I am relaxed. I love better. I see clearer. I have lost so many things in the years, months, weeks, days, hours, minutes and seconds past. Then I found me!
Disappointment
When I first decided to be me, I didn’t realize that it was such a costly choice. I have found a way to be at peace with all that is in existence; more than just an unanticipated moment of surprisingly tranquil thoughts. Passion is a wonderful thing. Now that I have taken the single special moments that have occurred in the past and magnified them, my artistic abilities are surfacing once more. I have produced more designs this year alone than I have in the past two and a half years. Wow. That’s a lot. So why is it that I feel like this? I can’t put my finger on exactly what it is but it is definitely there. My heart has slowed to an expecting beat. Like that of a listening ear honing in on the foreseen conversation of an intimate rejection. I feel creative, but not for the reasons that were there in the beginning. Even now I have some ideas in my head that I know will intrigue and compliment that already confident woman or that woman that needs a little something to open her eyes to recognize the value of her existence. That man that is over confident as well as the man that has struggled to find himself but afraid to admit the constant defeat that he has bestowed upon himself. Sounds great when I say it like that. Right now, inside of my mind, I am in a corner typing this. The world around me is non existent. I am wishing that I could feel some relief after these words are released from my mind. I am almost scared to stop typing. I know that once I do, the rest of the world comes back on and I am back to an asymmetrical reality. I am so glad that GOD is the only one that can break me…
Learning
Day after day, new meanings of the word love are created. As for me, I stick to my original thought and just adjust to each experience in order to apply my love properly. I have come to understand that my feelings about love won’t always be agreeable to those who have a chance to experience it. My love comes in many forms. To share my perspectives give me great pleasure. By the same token, to understand others’ perspectives allow me to feel a different but equally satisfying urge to better myself in my efforts to move forward. Of course those who know you best will quickly assume that this is some phase in your life that will pass. Only those who choose to acknowledge and respect the now more indifferent stand point you have on the negative aspects of relationships. That you are now choosing to receive the fullness of what each person has to offer; without bias. However, in my findings, this is a long difficult journey in quite a few cases. As those who choose to be passive about the adjustment in your mentality will soon feel a sort of malice towards the gestures offered. In my opinion “They know not what they do.” So, since I understand, it would be wrong of me to think that I can rightfully be upset at them for not accepting my new modifications to my life’s adjustments. I must also realize that before I was who I am now, I did not offer the same points of view, tactics to rectify situations nor do I know completely what they are feeling about this me that is now a stranger to them. So my responsibility now is to apply the knowledge and wisdom that has been given to me, pray and thank God…
Epiphany
Have you ever woke up one day/night and wondered how you ended up at the point you are in life? Maybe it just hit you while you were already awake. Well excuse the deep, seemingly heartfelt messages as of late, but there is a force greater than myself moving about. It may be love or the lack there of. Not on my behalf of course. I have encountered many different personalities. The moral of the individuals I have had the pleasure of making their acquaintances have impressed upon me a great deal of knowledge. Understanding the significance of my being has been the most difficult task that I have yet to completely understand. My heart is filled with an extremely vast amount of love for the world. However I feel that the downside(humanely speaking), is that I have more of an understanding as to how I should or should react to others lack of understanding of me. It is hard to turn the other cheek. I have failed more times than I can remember. In the heat of the moment, the obstacle is me. Once I conquer my fear of not getting my point across, I realize that my point is not always important. The next step is to recede, unconditionally love, and be happy that God gave you the mind, body and soul that He has while you sometimes unconsciously take for granted the life you have been given.
Broken
Man I hate this place. This space is so familiar to me. What happened to unconditionally? It didn’t hurt this bad when they cut me open. Right now almost every breath is slow, steady, and filled with anger. I can feel my blood pressure rising. My head is starting to hurt. This place has haunted me in my dreams; sometimes even when I am awake. My train of thought is staggering back and forth. I’m a little shaken. I feel as if I could just fall back and take what’s left of my breaths and give them to someone more deserving. At this moment, all of what is me is hard to distinguish from the rerun of the me that what unheard of before I felt the way I did not long ago. As I think now, the photo of me above this message is more relevant now than when I took it. My stomach feels like mashed up butterflies boiling in dark misunderstanding and misery. I know I may feel differently about this at a later time, but right now, I don’t. Life…?
Growth
Sometimes you have to check yourself. A lot of mistakes are made when we are so used to our ways of thinking that we forget all of those who are or could be affected by the actions that follow the decisions that we make. Sincerity has to be consistently expressed to those that you love. You can blame no one but yourself when people think that your apologies are seemingly empty. Sure you can play back an account of all of your actions and you could even find some sort of justification, but your lack of sensitivity in any situation can not be overshadowed by your previous successes during past transgressive times. To love someone simply means that you are no longer concerned about who or what you are; not even why you did or didn’t. The happiness that you receive will come from the satisfaction of knowing that the one you love is on their well deserved pedestal that you willingly place them on. You must appreciate the opportunity to love someone so beautifully composed of all of the things that complete the anatomical package before you. Instead of everyone trying to define of pressure others to define the word “Love”, just ask them to show you , or you say to them, “Let me show you!” Only request that they be open enough to understand your expressions. By that same token, you must be open enough to receive their thoughts of what the reciprocal of what they understand you to have given to them.
Near Depression
Why should I care when the everything is subject conditions. My mission has always been to keep my true self from missing. Now that the future is rich in vision, praying motives make consistent incisions inside my former temple now prison. Full of what even the finest porcelain can’t hold. Bold enough to scold but reluctant to show when the tide shifts directions to a new flow. Am I selfish for admiring me. I found the forest and it includes the trees. Take away the history, apply what is, to the right now. Think about what what doesn’t come to mind and see what you find. I am a dream with an elevator just past the rocks. Remove the obvious and I can climb without shoes or socks. Shit… To be continued (another way)
For My Love
From inside of oneself, first before anyone else, what subsides during life’s ride can sometimes be washed away with lifes tides. So I believe in it, although it’s complete the source never finishes. I refuse to allow it to dimish, in fact my selfless emotions reassures me that it will be replenished. I know that it is she and also we. Only a fraction though of what it is destined to be. Greatly misconcepted, always interrupted, sometimes abducted by those who don’t appreciate it. Knowing without proof, every moment impressing upon you. Confidence
This feeling that greets me daily… Is it what completes me? The feeling that I get at the just the thought of what is now possible. I feel as if I am able to overcome any obstacle. It’s almost like a gospel or at least a spoken truth. Because the truth is, is that the idea of intimately persuaded perspiration makes me want 2… My one is now last and what used to remain third is that of the one that is responsively unresponsive to the detection of friction until a request has been made. Surely a man of my caliber can handle the here after. In fact the now is what once was back when I was more focused on progression without breaking my stride for depression. My erections were plenty and my eyes advised, cum to me softly as my words spoke of what all is possible if one would open themselves to me and allow a sweet coercion from he that sometimes creates a diversion from worry, disappointment and resentment towards past tribulations that were once elevated far beyond the level they were intended to placed. My actions convince all to speak loud words of passion and or low whispers of appreciation. In my world, I am not the once who pleases, I am simply the one who convinces all to be pleased. I have only the power given to me by those who will let go and allow me to reintroduce them to themselves. Yes I enjoy the gratitude thereafter, but if for only a moment one can visualize having one or more of their inhibitions brought to the forefront and caressed with the heart of one who seeks only to be pleased by the pleasure of another being pleased to meet their acquaintance.
Ignorance
Here I am through the smoke that was left from the flames. My heart cooled the heat that charred so many that were blamed. Remaining seen but not heard. The words for today are all verbs, with a herd of cliches that are adjec-tive to the abnormality that I face when I am the host of myself to the world. The roles are simple. You and you formulate the plot, the only twist is that nobody gets shot. The emotional bullets lodged into the cavities that have long since been scarred makes it hard to imagine my life without GOD. Still breathing and believing that HIStory is in the making. Loving every breath that I’m taking. More awake to see with both my eyes closed, a wider nose and a listening hear to those who pose a supposed threat to this heart of mine that they thought had at one time froze-n. I can see my future from my past, the last time I closed my eyes i gasped. So taken away by the passions once lived, I know that it’s only right that this passion I should afford-give, to anyone who would allow me to shield-them, from the presents gifts of deprivation that cause starvation due to the lack of communication during the situations in which we need that vital knowledge for our continuation. Here I am. Where are you?
Take a journey inside and find that it is she. The strength to thrust and create a new me. The passionate caresses while not in the presense. With one’s eyes closed the mind undresses, what no one could fathom. Who am I to doubt it, I need to shout it out, to all of whom I see, that would like to be. It is an attribute as much as it is a gift. Many do not recognize it so they are always suprised by it. So now it is my responsibility to water the surface, that is obviously, marbled stone covering the source’s true home. Please excuse the references but I must insist, please experience the beauty that life has to give….
Blah Blah
Hold on , come on, then go on, after I come on. She thought it was great, even the taste made her not want to waste-it. Nah no bullshit. I must admit, it was incredible even her eat-ables were edible. She came to me, I led her to, the place where she needed to be in order for her to make it through. What was once a closed mind now filled with thoughts of me, perplexing to those whose hearts have faced casualties. A lasso line, as smooth as I could possibly spit it, she gets it, so again, that means tonight she’s gonna get me. Sure I felt it too, especially the outcome. Her water-falls below, so that let me know she knew exactly where I was cuming from. Do you get it, or better yet does she? Cause while you thinking outside of yourself this is my significant other and me. Yeah I must admit, I did this shit on purpose. So all of the niggaz who read this, should definitely be nervous. If you have no purpose, you’re doing her a disservice. Now make her knees weak. Oh you don’t know how, then listen to me and I’ll make sure she gets to sleep.
Sadness
This is the coldest summer ever for him. His daughter is absent from her place within his loving embrace. His days and nights are no longer distinguishable. The summer heat leaves cold sores on his heart’s work. The worth of his existence is no longer determined by his capabilities but by what one that’s not him believes. So his beliefs are altered to adapt to this new reality of what is, regardless of what it is. How can one who inspires so many be the least impressionable by the hopeful. He works so that when they thirst, the seeds sewn are beautifully plentiful in spirit so much so that they quench the dehydrated minds plagued with malice towards him for his mistakes during periods of growth. Is the life he leads, the life for him? Are the people that are present, really there? The mirage of success starts to taste as sweet as the fruit that it inactually bears. Digression seems inevitable. His cries are like a K-9′s call from his master with the silently insistent blow in the wind. An existence remembered only in the minds of those with amnesia. My heart weeps without tears and sighs with no air. I tense up and shield my flesh from the goosebumps from this cold, frostbitten 200 degree summer’s day.
Progression in progress…
Your Significant Other
Her beauty makes me smile. She sounds like love. She smells and tastes like love. Her secrets are as plain as day. If taken care of properly, she will blossom with an unconditional love for he who loves her the right way in return. Perfectly flawed with a big heart, an intelligent mind and a spirit of wisdom that makes your heart lust for a connection to hers. She is fragile, yet strong in her will: soft, yet firm in her decisions. Her love is beautiful. I feel her whether she’s here or not. Last night I dreamed of her. No one compares to her love and beauty. I miss her.
-Some say “better late than never.” I learned the hard way that that statement is not always true. In fact I would go so far as to it’s a lie! Love all you can while you can. Show and prove constantly. Place your love (her) on the highest pedestal possible and keep it there. Preserve her beauty and never stop what you started out as.
I love her.
I love you…
Sincerely Hers
Moreo J.
When You First Met Him/Her
White t-shirt, grey sweats and a pair of black house shoes. Crispy, simple braid pattern flawlessly beaded with about 10 black and 1 red tip. That was he.
Sun visor with logo, polo style shirt, fitted jeans, PF shoes, long pressed hair, full lips, bright eyes and a sparkling smile. That was she.
Wow! She actually caught my eyes days before. She walked with urgency and angst. I waited for her to approach me. She did. I wished her well on her special day and she impressed upon me that she would wait for me. As nervous as I was, the next time I saw her I brought reinforcements. My Godson no doubt. Although it was quite awkward, I had thoughts of bedding her at third sight. How could I not. She addressed me like I was important. She smiled with interest, and she blinked hurriedly as not to miss a moment of my presence. I don’t know if she knows it or not but I only ate there because she worked there. I dreamed of her loving me. Yes love. True, I did lust for her at first, but after I was almost late for work because I was talking to her in the parking lot (on the phone) at my job, I knew then that there was much more to our story to come.
I wanted to hold her closer to me every time she told me that she missed me when I was away. I decided at that point to give it more than just a try. I told her that I didn’t just want a casual relationship; I wanted to see how fa we could go. She said ok. That night when I fell asleep, I dreamed of what life would be like with her. We would make love constantly. I would awake her with kisses to her inner thighs and caresses to her ariolas. Omelets being her choice for breakfast, I add some light salsa with some OJ. and some whipped cream sprinkled with cinnamon. After breakfast I would insist that we shower together and make love as the shower sprays the final rinse; messaging the warm water into her upper and lower back then around to her breasts.
I would kiss her neck as I grazed her clitoris with my index and middle finger until it was large enough to see from my downward view. Anxiously, I kneel down to pull with my lips a throbbing upper region of her little woman; pulling her close to me for a deeper taste of her thoughts. Never severing contact with her body, I turn her to the back of the shower and spread her for better access. after I complete the first phase of my expedition, I stand to my feet and securely hold her by her waist.She sways her back and allows me admission.
I enter her in full confidence that I am with my soul mate. I close my eyes and both of our bodies tremble as the lengthy session comes to a close. The water is now cold on her heated skin. I turn her to me, face to face and tell her that I love her; not because she just gave me my first orgasm but because the love that was just made was as warm as lying in bed with love in both of our eyes, as beautiful as the life I want with and inside of her, and as sensual as the bath I am about to draw for her with petals of roses on the surface. I truly love this woman. I dreamed of a beautiful, happy child between us. I was almost saddened at the ending dream until I woke up and next to me was my fantasy woman; the love that I needed and had longed for, one that I have rarely deserved but strived to never lose. My dream girl. My wife.
I love you
Readily Unsure pt.1
I really needed this time away from everything and everyone. Plus it was a chance to see how well I connect with Mia. I’ve spent most of my life in and out of relationships. I feel like I need to be more settled than I have been. Sitting here watching her as she moves in the water gives me pleasures beyond what she would even think I could feel. I never let on about any part of me being sensitive. It causes too much confusion down the road. The last time I was completely open was when I was in my last committed relationship. “In Love” is not a strong enough phrase to describe how I felt about her. After that didn’t work out, to say the least, I couldn’t see myself bringing someone else into my life any time soon. My only concern since has been my little miracle that gives me the joy that keeps me focused. That is a connection that we will always share. I haven’t told Mia about my Princess yet. I’m not sure if she will make it past the sex with me. She’s very sexy and without a doubt extremely intelligent, but with a relationship comes compromise and understanding. I can and will put for the effort to understand but compromising at this point I don’t think I am ready for.
What’s on your mind baby? Nothing; just sitting here thinking about you. I can imagine that you would be. I’m standing here in my swim suit. She’s right about the swim suit. Her perfectly piercing nipples were set out from her c cupped breasts firmly trying to tear out of her top. As my eyes made their way down her curves… Ah ha! Ah ha what, I said with a shakingly surprised voice. I was waiting to see how long you would keep eye contact with me. “I..” “I my ass,” she said with a sly grin on her face. “Seriously, I was just thinking about something else and you walked up.” “Ok, if you say so.” “Come here.” “Cum you say, Mr. Williams?” “Yes Ms Stanley.” Mia walked slowly over to me and loosened the ties on the sides of her already moistened panties. Her pussy wouldn’t let go of the center of them so the sides fell but her lady’s lips seemed to clinch the center the way that I was hoping she was about to do me. My mouth began to water as my senses came to life. I felt a rush of heat when she grazed my dick as she removed my pants revealing the fact that behind my linen pants I wasn’t wearing my usual boxer briefs. She smiled and kissed the tip teasingly as she pulled the remaining pant leg down my leg with her left foot. I could sense the sincerity in her eyes as she kept my attention with the soft kisses she planted on my stomach upward to my chest. My body was digesting her every touch….
It took less than a second before Sean was asking me, we were driving to the airport and then we were here with new bags filled with all that we needed for a short vacation out here. I don’t even remember saying yes. Out loud that is. It’s almost funny now. Its kind of scary just to meet someone that seems so much of everything that you have been craving and so much of what you had no idea existed. His physical appearance is something to really be sexually attracted to without even trying but his passion for life, his ambition to reach his goals and the way that he expresses himself is more than one can stand. I don’t know if I am ready to believe that such a man exists for me right now. His aura draws me near him submissively. My focus has been shying away from vulnerability since my last boyfriend. He seemed to be all of what I needed for a long time. At least he made me feel like he was. When I finally removed myself from him completely, I felt free and motivated to do so many things. Now here I am in the sand with Sean. I’m not sure what to do after this moment but right now, I want to enjoy how this man has all of his focus on me. He responds as if he has never felt a woman’s touch like this before. My pussy is throbbing for him…
She climbed up to my waist and stood over me. I gestured for her to make herself comfortable. She sat on my beard and mustacheless face with her clitoris just on the inside of my top lip. I clutched it with my lips and tongue. I reached under and around her thighs and cradled them between my forearms and biceps. She gyrated forward out of reflex. I sucked her clit firmly as I pulled her into my mouth. He ass began to bounce as the tension in her body removed itself. I tilted my head upward for a better angle. I placed her hands on my head. She held on tightly and erupted in my mouth after about two minutes. She fell to the side and covered her face with her hands as if she was embarrassed…
I can’t believe I just did that. I haven’t cum like that in so long. I wanted more of him. It had been a while since I broke free of Ken and I haven’t been with anyone else so I know this will not be easy. I raised up and turned him over on his back. I was far from done. Even after that explosion of juices, my pussy was still very hungry for him. Obviously his more than twice the size of my pussy so…
She climbed on top of me and guided her pussy to the head of my already glistening dick from her rubbing her lips against it. She swayed her back and got up slightly on her toes. Then she looked back at her ass as she lowered her pussy slowly down my shaft. UUh! She squeeked as she slipped and fell all the way down to the base of him. Her arms held firm while her legs couldn’t argue the same. She trembled. I tried to look into her eyes and comfort her but they were closed as tight as she could get them. Only a tear from her left eye managed to escape before she closed them. I was frozen, I didn’t want to hurt her by moving. So I waited for her. Then she moved. Her eyes opened and the remaining tears fell and hit my chest. She started riding me with a smooth rhythm while keeping her eyes locked on mine. I grabbed her by her waist for support and guidance. She pulled herself up the shaft to the head and slid down until all of him was inside of her. She started trembling again. I could feel her walls tightening around him…
I was in complete bliss while I was riding him. Now I was about to cum and I needed him to cum with me but he didn’t seem to be close. My tears fell harder to his chest. I laid down as my body ached for a full release.
When she laid down on my chest I was ready to cum. She was more than I could have ever imagined. My eyes were open and looking into the night’s sky. A full moon was right above us surrounded by stars.
I was cuming all over him. I was completely engulfed in my orgasm when I felt him burst inside of me. He held on to me firmly but comforting.
I felt a sort of happiness inside of that moment that I couldn’t explain. It was the first day of our little vacation and I have already received much more than I ever expected. Everything that has been bothering me for a long time in the world seems so small right now but I know U have a lot to do before I am ready.
I am going to miss Sean when we get back. Although this was more than just an experience, I know I am not ready for all of this. I can’t handle it yet. I don’t think he is either. Everything else was already wonderful, now this. That’s why I was crying. I could really fall in love with a man like him.
One Man’s Weakness
The last time I saw her she had a spell bounding control over me. It was as if my only objective was to please her. She smelled so good. I could taste her sweat on my tongue as I imagined licking each one of her breasts while gyrating in a forward movement in an effort to penetrate boundaries inside of her that have yet to be touched by the tip anyone before me. I experience a temporary weakness in the heat of my thoughts. Unaware that I forgot to zip my pants the last time that I left the bathroom. My once soft and successfully concealed shaft is now revealed. I ache inside wanting to hold her close to me once again. I can’t tell whether it’s my love for her or the lust inside of me wanting to use all of my body to penetrate her mind, body and spirit. Closing her eyes and opening my mind to understand the sexual secrets that her body only reveals during a passionate intermission between the passing of my shaft by her g spot and the orgasm that finally claims her consciousness.
Only being an excerpt from one man’s mind does not give one reason to stray away from the fact that it is a common scenario that describes the inner most sanctums of many others. However, the true desire to please the one woman that brings him the most pleasure and the peace of mind that is equally as climactic as the orgasm strived for in a lustful relationship between two individuals searching for the unknown source of their true attractions to people that genuinely do not interest them, has eluded his mind due to the fact that he has prided himself in not doubting or allowing others to question his motives as they pertain to his very existence.
Once awaken, he gently takes her by the hand and softly caresses all of what he believes to be his. The breakfast tray that he has decorated for her has fallen onto the floor. Regardless of the exhaustion lingering throughout her body, she continues to respond to his movement with all that her moistidity persuades her to. Suddenly she stops, looks him in the eyes and suggests that he remember the arrangement agreed upon from their initial encounter. The words elude him as he clouds his mind with allowing her to salivate as she adds continuous friction to his already throbbing weapon that was used in the education of a new spoken language during last nights lustful sessions. Feeling as though he can’t wait, he takes her by the waist, flips her onto her stomach and with one hand grabbing her by the waist and the other firmly gripping her hair from behind, he thrusts deep into the recently discovered territory. While inside of her he convinces himself that this is what is supposed be. Disregarding any prior experiences outside of this one, he believes that he can convince her to abandon all prior agreements and allow him to lure her into future continuations of their passionate renditions of the fantasies that we all pray we never wake from while asleep.
When it comes to choosing to do what we know is right in our hearts or ignoring all prior forewarnings, there are sensually echoing strides in our minds telling us that what we feel during an overly exhilarating sexual experience followed by continuous chivalry demonstrations from our encountering partners, that assist in the rearranging of our previously prioritized objectives. For a man, the powerful aroma that comes from a woman that which he has passionate interest can completely thwart all of his minds usually good judgments. The very thought of her allowing him to come close enough to rule out any doubts that it is her that has him wanting to constantly readjust himself, puts him into the frame of mind that if she offered any form of an agreed upon relationship, he will take it and abide by it assuring that there won’t be any future acts contradictory to his initial expressions of interest.
Now that they are open, my senses are vulnerable to even the slightest aroma of the once forbidden now permission filled exercises that arouse my mind’s abandoned corridors. The explorations of those past have all but been a success in finding the uncharted territories of my body that I myself can not fully understand. Yes it’s true I want to be treated like a lady. I love him for the way that he caresses my body from my head, to my neck, my shoulders , my back, my ass and then down my legs to my feet. Oh hell yes, it feels so good. The thing is, is that now we have established the fact that all of that drives me crazy, once he gets down to my waist I want him to take me with one hand by the waist and the other carefully clinching my hair and impress upon me inside my flowing sanctum of sensual solitude created for that special someone that is capable of providing the penetration needed to ease the pain of their introduction to my 7th letter spot. This time I want to be handled with a firm hand, the consistent allowance of my constant flow of eruptions onto the surface beneath us. Just the thought of him permissibly taking charge, and lighting the once darkened regions of my body, persuades me to reciprocate with a speechless physical rendition of my gratitude. Now that is more than a mouthful… literally.
To Be Continued…
