I want you to know that I’m writing these letters for you. I’m writing them so that you … we, can go on a journey of your pleasure. When you read these letters understand it’s all about you and only you.
The focus is for you to let go, be free. No restrictions, no holding back, no judgements. I want you to explore and become lost in what we do. I want you to surrender, to submit. Succumb not just to me but to yourself and the sexuality that is within you. My asking you to submit isn’t to demonstrate your weakness; it’s not for me to abuse my authority. Your submission is the opposite; it’s so you can gain power in being guided to something new. Your submission is so you can become free to embrace all of yourself and your pleasure. Read more…
Say it with vexed surrender
Fill your lungs until they swell
Then let the words grate against your vocal cords as you proclaim your submission
Say it as your breath stammers
Fumbles you’re your mouth
Affirm your yielding to my authority Read more…
I want to lay down between your thighs
Fill them with the circumference of my waist
Have you wrap your legs around me
Have you feel me
Press against them so they reach maximum capacity of me
I want to slide inside you
Enter you so your walls become obese with my girth Read more…
When I first slide inside
Is a beautiful contradiction
It’s a clash
A collision of slow eased release
And sharp sudden burst
Clattering of tingles
A soothing of ranging want Read more…
Adebimpe Akingboye had been going to the gym since the start of the New Year. Like thousands of others she made a resolution to get in shape, be healthy and accomplish the summer body dream.
She planned to go Jamaica with the girls for the summer and wanted to be able to feel good about her figure and feel sexy. To ensure her goal was achieved she booked session with a personal trainer Darcus, Darcus Isaiah Clement Kennedy (dick, mr d.i.c.k). She had wondered if he lived up to his name during a couple of their sessions but never let it interfere with their profession relationship of client and trainer. That was until Darcus came to the gym, not in his usual tracksuit bottoms and hoodie, but shorts and vest.
Adebimpe saw him at reception and instantly it felt like a thunder storm and erupted between her thighs. Dark, deep, menacing clouds of lust formed. Winds of imagination started to howl and whistle through her mind. The air of her focus became moist and humid. Rain of fantasies where imminent but she was holding them back. She held them back until Darcus stepped from behind the desk and she saw his shorts and the thick, long outline of him embossed in the material of his shorts. Read more…
So the idea is I start a poem and you add a line (or two) below and then pass it on it tag some. The only rule is that whatever you write must relate to/follow on from the previous line. It’s just harmless fun and will be fun to see how it progresses.
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THE POEM …
“When you do that thing you do it makes me twitch and spasm. Vex joyful pleasure explodes from my mouth. I cuss yet call out the Lord’s name …”
Eroticnoire’s four and half hour slowjams mix …
its a sexathon session mix.
I’m gonna fuck you until your
Thoughts hurtle through your mind
Senses bumper-car crash
Logic grates on the jagged edges of your want
Tingles dash along the track of your nerve endings
Emotions become shredded
Giggles dart cross the skin
Lust accelerates to speed of light Read more…