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…
I am a captive audience
Front row seat to her performance
Baited breath sits on the edge of the seat of my excitement
Stampedes to the focal point
Offers a standing ovation even before she’s concluded her show
Tingles clap with exhilaration
Eyes are spotlights
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…
Fingers – written by Eroticnoire
His words caress her
paint images between her thighs
As does her woman petals
She sits on her bed
She is a book
Legs are pages
His words written in her mind
On the lines of her wetness Read more…
Your sound loops
A stuck record of pleasure
Moans that repeat
A rhythm stuck in a groove
Breathe from your diaphragm
Fill your lung
Let them swell
Expand with the oxygen of pleasure Read more…
So a fan read my Eva story and decided she’d do her own version based on yours truly (i’m very flattered). Her name is MissBehaviour and this is her story.
It was almost a blur, and I say that in the sense of my eyes rolling back into my head, where I was able to see an astral plane of immense pleasure, bright stars, masterful galaxies and acknowledgment of being at one with the grand universe.. centered through the pulsating walls of my moistened vagina. I sh*t you not. My loins seem to know the meaning of life! My waves of orgasmic pleasure, intrigue, heightened sense of adventure and sexual expression has not been invigorated so profusely until as of recent, and I am one to have experienced a number of adventures, but nothing quite like this… Read more…
Your mouth opens.
Volcanic cloud of sound explodes skywards.
Dark ash of sudden pending release fills the room.
Beg for release.
My fingers move in slow motion against your walls.
Press against your spot.
Dumbstruck by shudders.
Mahogany carved sculpture.
You are art.
Push into delicate walls.
Push, yet hold you.
Imprisoned in full body spasms.
Beg for release.
Decline your request.
I control your orgasm.
here is a compilation of the many wonderful sounds and ways women reach orgasm. the sounds, the expression, the emotion is simply the sexist sound ever. enjoy
I love how you call out his name
Call out to him for forgiveness
Plead for mercy
Beseech to stay in this pleasurable sin
Snarl his name
Your tone coarse
How you sing it
Lift your voice up on high
How you exhale hard
Pronounce his name between gasps
Drag it out from the pit of your belly
Let it grate against your vocal cords
How it spills out your mouth
Love how it is preceded with profanity
How you say his name like a question
Call it out like a revelation
Scream it out wanting confirmation
Say it like a mantra
Mediate on it
I love how it pops out your mouth
Changes pace each time you say it
Fast and sudden
Slow and drawn out
Rises and falls in staccato octaves
Love how vowel sounds trail after it
Expressed with raw emotion
Whispered under short breaths
How you say it with strength
Moan it with full body conviction
Mumble it with weak surrender
Say it with disbelief
I love how when we sex you moan
Her confession was a declaration
Said she likes its
Likes when my tongue touches her nib
Shocks her body with 1000 volts of tingles
Sweet pins and needles between her thighs
Said she likes how her body becomes rigid
And relaxed at the same time
Said it offers no dick deep penetration
Said it skims the surface of her flower
Yet reaches deep inside her body Read more…