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falling sound, rising thunder …

March 24, 2014 Leave a comment

I love how when you moan it progressively gets deeper
How it falls down your body
Begins as a hollow frequency echoing in your throat
Gains weight
Becomes heavy
The gravity of pleasure
Drags it down into your lungs
Balloons them
Inflates them until they boom Read more…

Categories: poems

Her pleasurable punishment

March 22, 2014 Leave a comment

A fan (who has a submissive streak) decided she was going to do the ‘ice’ challenge – she failed. she said she loves to orgasm so i set her a simple punishment – bring herself to orgasm 5 times but not cum. on the 5th time she has permission to cum but must orgasm 5 times – each orgasm she must continuously stimulate herself for the count of 150.

this is her audio submission. enjoy.

Categories: fan mail

Audio from a fan – she’s asking for permission

March 21, 2014 Leave a comment

so I got this from a fan/follower today. asked her if she minded my sharing it … so here it is ;-)

*headphones/privacy will be needed if you’re going to listen

Categories: fan mail

More than / farmer

March 12, 2014 Leave a comment

I don’t want to make you tingle
I want to give you more than simple epidermis giggles
I want to nourish them from the earth of your nerve endings

I don’t want to make you moan
I want to give you more than simple vowel sounding audible expressions
I want to harvest them from inside your vocal cords

I don’t want to make you wet Read more…

Categories: poems

Hold me (when you)

March 12, 2014 3 comments

I love when you
Hold me in your hands
Feel my weight
Coil your fingers around my girth
Squeeze gentle
Place my tip on the edge of your wetness
Ease yourself down
Slow
Guide me Read more…

Categories: poems

Gymrotica: The power plate

February 21, 2014 Leave a comment

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…

Categories: stories

Oh Fuck Yes!

February 14, 2014 2 comments

The first word conveys surprise
It is laces with disbelief
Compressed with sudden shock
Wrapped in astonishment
Carved from Incredulity
Sparkles with incomprehension
Obese with perplexity
Glazed with panic
Draped in disbelief Read more…

Categories: poems

magician (the wand)

February 5, 2014 Leave a comment

I am a captive audience
Front row seat to her performance
Baited breath sits on the edge of the seat of my excitement
Pulse gallops
Stampedes to the focal point
Offers a standing ovation even before she’s concluded her show
Tingles clap with exhilaration
Eyes are spotlights
Shine bright
All other concerns fall into the shadows
Her nib is centre stage
Swollen with silent confidence
The ebony curtains of her legs open Read more…

Categories: poems

Fingers (his words)

February 1, 2014 Leave a comment

Fingers – written by Eroticnoire

His words caress her
paint images between her thighs
Imagination unfolds
Blooms
As does her woman petals
She sits on her bed
Legs open
She is a book
Legs are pages
His words written in her mind
On the lines of her wetness Read more…

Categories: poems

Self

January 30, 2014 Leave a comment

Your sound loops
A stuck record of pleasure
Jumps
Skips
Moans that repeat
A rhythm stuck in a groove
Cadence melody
Harmonise
Staccato vocals
Breathe from your diaphragm
Fill your lung
Let them swell
Expand with the oxygen of pleasure Read more…

Categories: poems
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