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Origami

Love the way you open your form
Become a piece of blank paper
Ready
Invite me to mold you into a new shape
Your angles offer pleasurable possibilities
Allow me to slid into your furrow
Slide into your folds Read more…

Categories: poems

There are times…

April 23, 2013 2 comments

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 … Read more…

Categories: poems

I don’t want you to cum

April 23, 2013 2 comments

I don’t want you to cum,
I want you to sing
Let octaves raise up out your mouth. Create a melody, an perform an ode to your release. Harmonise with the song of your nerve endings. Hum a tune of your
Set free the choir of pleasure encased in your vocal cords

I don’t want you to cum,
I want you to meditate
Mumble a mantra
Align your chakras
Ascend and go beyond yourself
Discover who you are Read more…

Categories: poems

SEVEN – radio edit

April 22, 2013 1 comment

just another remix of SEVEN

 

Categories: remixes

moonlight

April 18, 2013 1 comment

I kiss you
delicate
As gentle as moonlight kissing the ocean
Dance across the ocean waves of your skin
Float on the surface of you
Silver lining in the black velvet sky of your unfulfilled want
Kiss you until your tide rises
Ebbs
Flows
Creates undercurrents of want Read more…

Categories: poems

Hey Mr DJ

April 12, 2013 1 comment

She likes the way he plays
The way his fingers mix songs
They are delicate
Agile
Skilled
She longs for her nipples to be his turntables
For him to play music on them
Make her moan a harmony
Exhale audio frequencies of pleasures
She touches herself Read more…

Categories: poems

DJ Face’s orgasmic slow jams

April 10, 2013 Leave a comment

It had been a hectic day at work and Coco was sure glad it was Friday. The only thing that got her through the day was DJ Face playing on Flames FM from 10-1 that day. She was glad she could just plug in her headphones, log on and listen to him play her favourite tunes while she was at work. However, today was extra special beacuse he was hyped up about the Britjam reunion party happening the following day at CLUB CC2 (Colloseum Complex). She had gone to BritJam and it was truly epic; it was the highlight of holiday and raving year. Coco was hype too as 1. She was going to the rave 2. DJ Face was doing a special slow jam session later that evening to cover for another DJ on the station. Coco was a slow jam freak. She loved the baseline, the tempo but most of all the lyrics. The amount of slow jams she had she could have been a DJ herself. If there was one sure way to get her in the mood, feeling horny and wet it would be slow jams. DJ Face dropped some tunes that morning and Coco sturggle to not whine up herself in her chair or give him a ‘brap, brap’ in the middle of the office. She even struggled to not nod her head too much while she listened to the show. After DJ Face’s show finished at 1pm the rest of the day seemed to drag so Coco decided to listened to his mix CD to get her through the day. At 5 o’clock sharp Coco shut down her computer and left the office. She refused to stay late on a Friday 1. She wanted to do a bit of shopping that evening 2. It was Friday and Friday and working late don’t go together.

On the way home Coco smiled to herself as she anticipated to tunes DJ Face would be dropping later that night. As she emerged up the stairs from Brixton station she was greeted by the usual noise, sights and human traffic of Brixton high street – it was to high street that never slept (kind of like New York but it was South London). She turned left and walked towards Iceland where her incense man was every Friday. She had been buy from him for the last 4 years and stopped to chat with him before heading into the market. One of the things Coco loved about Brixton was that she could always catch a few shops open after work and could do her shopping. Shopping on Saturday morning in Brixton is long and not good for her temperament. By the time she got in it was 6:30 and Coco made dinner, called her girls to confirm details and outfits for tomorrow. She switched on her computer and logged on to Eroticnoire’s blog (www.eroticnoire.wordpress.com) for her daily fix of erotica. She finished reading the final part of ‘Coffee, Cake and Kink’. By the end of the story Coco was horny and wet. She decided it was a good time to have bath and her usual Friday night spliff to help her unwind and put calm her mind. Both the bath and spliff made Coco feel dozzy as she lounged on her sofa, so she set her alarm for 10pm so she could wake up for DJ Face’s slow jam show.

The buzzing of her phone alarm woke Coco up from a dream she was having about Femi from Eroticnoire’s story. She was wet and her nipples were hard. She couldn’t help herself so she went to her bedroom and her bedside cabinet and pulled out her rampant rabbit. She returned back into the living room, turned on her stereo and sat on the floor with her back resting against her sofa. The stereo came on and DJ Face had just started playing. She picked up her blackberry and sent him a message.
‘I’m locked in and ready for you to do me good with your slow jams – Coco’.
As soon as she sent the message DJ Face faded the song and gave her a shout out. Read more…

Categories: stories

Freestyle Friday

March 15, 2013 12 comments

I haven’t done a ‘creative corner’ post for a little while so thought i’d do one today …

As like with the old ‘creative corners’ its 5 words of your choice – the more random the better. Simply leave them in the comments box below. Lets have some fun

Mr E

here are the poems thus far:
Freestyle Friday pt6: http://wp.me/p1IvlS-wd
Freestyle Friday pt5: http://wp.me/p1IvlS-w9
Freestyle Friday pt4: http://wp.me/p1IvlS-w4
Freestyle Friday pt3: http://wp.me/p1IvlS-vY
Freestyle Friday Pt2: http://wp.me/p1IvlS-vT
Freestyle Friday Pt1: http://wp.me/p1IvlS-vP

Categories: creatve challenges, poems

The chronicles of DeeDee Walker: 12 March – the multi-tasker

March 12, 2013 2 comments

My job as a project manager requires that I manage several aspects of several projects at once. My days are filled with preparing top-down structured project plans, comprising product breakdown structures, Gantt charts and endless meetings. In short I multitask like a mo’fo! So, I need a man that can do the same in the bedroom; no one trick ponies up in my stable. He can have a forte but that cannot … I repeat cannot be his only trick. I need a man that is an all-rounder but a good all-rounder. Let me explain: Marcus thought he was the Mr Marcus of the porn world. He’d talk how he was going to beat up the pussy, make me cum and deal wid da case – I’d give him that he was long like a porn star and could fuck like one – but could not do foreplay if he’s life depended on it. He’s idea of foreplay was to whip out my titties, suck on my nipple, stick his hands in my knickers, finger me, try to get some head for 20 mins, spend 1 min giving my nukku attention and then fuck. After a while, and numerous encounters, Marcus became my DOB (Dick Only Buddy). I knew with Marcus I wasn’t going to get any foreplay, no seduction, no build up and certainly no nukku trembling oral – just straight dick. Now, I know for some sisters that’s a dream but I have sex with my whole body not just my nukku. A man needs to fuck my mind, body and soul; move me and please me from head to toe and back again. Read more…

Fan mail – 27.2.13

February 27, 2013 1 comment

I jus wrote this “Role play”:

I’m the fugitive. You are the cop. You don’t have to chase me, I’m turning myself into you. I love being a bad girl, so I want you to lock me up and give me the punishment I want. Sexual punishment. Tie me up! Handcuff me. Better yet, use a rope, no! Use my panties instead. I like it better that way. Mmmm. Can’t wait for you to start beating me with your baton. Laying all sorts of charges on me. Read more…

Categories: fan mail
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