There are times…

There are times when I want you to feel the warm of my mouth on your wetness
Its faint presence
Slight movement
Feel me whisper my desires to your nib while I taste you
Make you feel my words
As I converse with your nerve endings
Taste you with gently-powerful pleasure
Fluid tongue swirls
Use my tongue and place it on the tip of your entrance
Teases you
Dip my tongue
In …
Out …
In …
Out …
In …

Diary of DeeDee Walker: 18 April – body part pt2

Body party pt2

…My nukki was soaked in her own wetness. I could feel my damp knickers against my nukki’s folds and it was making me even hornier. I wanted to fuck Adrian there and then. Wanted to throw him down on the table, on top of the food, and ride his dick – fuck him hard and wild. Fuck him like I wanted to break the 10 foot long solid oak table we were seated at. It was taking all my strength to restrain myself from raping him there and then. I had calmed down from my pending orgasm but was still breathing slightly heavy. My nipples were hard and I felt flush and hot; it’s a good thing I’m black because otherwise my flushed cheeks would have shown. I looked at Adrian who was still talking to Jerome and acting like nothing didn’t happen. I gazed at him and was torn between astonishment and frustration; he was so calm that I wanting to slap him for almost making me cum. Maybe he felt my eyes in the back of his head because he turned around and smiled at me. He still had that smug look on his face. I wanted to know what he was thinking, how he managed to remain so calm and act like nothing had happened. Actually, I wanted to do the same to him in some way. Tease him, play with him, bring him to the brink of bussin’ a nut and then stop. Make the fucker hard and weak at the same time. However, I knew that revenge is a dish best served cold so I’ll wait to strike back; wait until he wasn’t expecting.

Untitled – 20.2.13

I will have you caught in a matrix of tingles
Do I take the blue pill of lust or the red pill of desire?
Bend the rules
We mould its principles
Bend its laws
Shape them into alternate realities
Seismic impact
Earthquake vibrations inside your walls
Spin the earth centre
Make you dizzy
G-force of rotating hips move you
Make your eyes roll back
The collision of deep motions creates ripples in your earth’s core

Tongue Airways – the safety announcement

Ladies, this is your tongue flight Captain Eroticnoire speaking. On behalf of the entire crew of soft lips, long tongue and pleasuring mouth, we’d like to welcome aboard Tongue Airlines flight 696, non-stop service from airport of frustration to international airport of orgasmictopia.

Your flight time will be endless hours and nonstop minutes. You’ll be flying at an altitude of 8,000 clitoral screaming nerve endings – which is a ground speed of sonic boom moans per orgasm.

Clarity

When we sex the word becomes ambiguous
Stripped of intelligence
We are filled with disorder
Tranquil and stillness are erased
Rational crumbles
Our wisdom becomes bewildered
Clarity clouds over to become grey skies of vagueness
Insight becomes visually impaired
Blinded with haziness
Understanding knocked unconscious by brutish mystification
Composed logic is torn apart by confused lustful fury
Thoughts are shattered into 1,000 pieces of vexed passion
Simplicity of familiarity becomes complex restraint
When we sex the word loses all clarity

celebrity

My tongue is a celebrity
Your clit becomes starstruck whenever it’s near
It camps out in harsh conditions of frustration
Wanting to be first in line to see it
It screams with excitement at the sight of my tongue
Reaches out from behind the barriers of soft folds of delicate skin
Finger tips of 8,000 never ends wave and wiggle
begging to be touched

word wednesday aka creative corner

So here we are again … another week, another creative challenge

I’ve always felt that erotica and sensuality can be found in any and everything. so … the creative challenge, with your help, is to demonstrate just that.

Name one item/object and or one location/place and i’ll try to create an erotic poem from them. As always the more random the better

The usual guidelines apply – leave words in the comment box below by Friday. Lets have some creative fun.

word wednesday No3

WW poem No3. words submitted by Talena:
Blue Green Gold Black and white

Green spring roots of anticipation flourish
They grow in the warmth of sunshine foreplay
Tropical heat of want
Bloom in the humidity of prolonged indulgence
This desire is ripe
Full of the juices

five word challenge – sample No4

Here’s words submitted by lisalday111711:
Sweat, intoxication, voyeurism, smouldering, exhibitionism
The resulting poem is …

Sweat
Is what the sun goes from the heat our passion radiates
Our lust gave fire 3rd degree burns
Your anticipation made water wet
We are the elements
Earth, Air, Fire, Water
Go deep & plough your soil
Create a tornado of passion
Burn with fire desire
Submerge ourselves in the audio liquid sounds of moans
We drink in this pleasure and become drunk

the sweetest time …

The humidity of our longing is thick
Atmospheric water vapour of anticipation rises
Moves through dimensions of dry rational and moist lust
Precipitates
Becomes heavy
Clouds of our passion swells
The gravity of abandon cause droplets of wanton release to fall

And so it begins to rain …