Our love, our sex is a piece of coal.
Often seen as harsh, devoid of beauty. When heated, when burnt, it causes pollution, clouds that cause society to choke. It is debated upon, discussed with vile detest. seen as no longer valid in this modern world.
I see it as coal too…
It is a symbol of blackness. It’s buried deep. It’s of this earth. Comes from its core. It is aged. Was here before man – will exist after mankind. It is nature’s fuel. Organic. A rock that is solid. Pure. A substance so unique when pressed down, when placed under the pressure of the world it transforms and becomes a diamond. becomes precious, priceless, sort after by all.
Our sex is a piece of coal …
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
The gravity of pleasure
Drags it down into your lungs
Inflates them until they boom Read more…
I’ve said from the start that this journey would be one that pushes you beyond your boundaries. I’ve said from the start that this journey will be one that is solely about your pleasure and its exploration. It would be a journey that challenges your preconceptions of pleasure, power and submission. This task will push you; it will push you further than the previous tasks. It will carry you on a slow walk of spasms; offer you an unhurried stroll through the garden of shudders. With this task you’ll be required to focus on prolonging your pleasure. It will be rough, rugged and you’ll travel of a varied terrain of tingles, throbbing and intensity. This is why I’ve call this task 4×4
You’ll perform four ‘sessions’ with four varied strokes with these four implements and each session lasting four minutes. For each ‘session’ you’ll use each of the things below to indulge yourself and your pleasure and you’ll perform them in the order given.
remember: each item from the list will be used for four minutes and you’ll perform four varied strokes for each item. Read more…
I love when you
Hold me in your hands
Feel my weight
Coil your fingers around my girth
Place my tip on the edge of your wetness
Ease yourself down
Guide me 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…