It was just gone passed midday and Eva was working from home on her next show. The last few days had been unusually hot for UK summer and she loved it. She waltzed around the house in her oversized t-shirt floating between her bedroom, the kitchen and the living room. The episode of last night echoed in Eva’s mind. She tried to work out how and why she was so turned on by it all. Her mind, her logic was shouting at her to fix up and not allow, in essence a stranger, control her like Marcus did. However, her body, was a live with the pleasure of being dominated, being controlled the way Marcus controlled her. It was a clash of mind and body and right now her body was way out in the lead in the race of indulgent pleasures. Her pussy was still tingling and begging to be touched, pleading for release. It’s a good thing she was working from home because Marcus had left her hornier than a nymphomaniac on Viagra. Her t-shirt would brush against her nipples as she moved around the house making her wet. Read more…
Eva had been speaking with Marcus for over a month and their conversations and banter had been flowing like they’d known each other for years. It would go from jovial, to intellectual to sexual and then back to jovial all in minutes; and all seamlessly. It wasn’t just that the rapport between them was great there were two factors that made this new connection even more appealing. Firstly there was the fact that she actually had never met or seen Marcus. They had ‘met’ on twitter after a friend of hers had retweeted one of his tweets so she decided to follow him. One day he randomly commented on her hair that they looked liked dreads and he like them; from they instantly clicked. They spent several weeks sending each other 140 character messages until one day Marcus sent her a message with his number in it. Eva smiled at his old school gentleman approach:
“Forgive me if I’m being forward but 140 characters limits our convo, may I offer my tel. 07539 XXX XXX. My intentions r honourable.”
She added him on Whatsapp and before she knew it Eva and Marcus were sending messages back and forth throughout the days … and nights. They were both night owls and would message until 1, sometimes 3am. Even though Eva hadn’t seen Marcus she was drawn to his vibe and personality. For her it was refreshing getting to know someone solely based on them as a person and not their looks.
The second, the most appealing factor about Marcus and their rapport, was the fact their unique sexual disposition matched perfectly; he was dominating, she was submissive. The sexual energy between them was intense. He understood and played with her sexually submissive side in a way that made Eva feel comfortable, relaxed and most of all very wet. Eva was intelligent, articulate, upwardly mobile and confident. She was a TV presenter on a Nigerian cable station and had her own talk show which had been running for 2 years. However, Eva loved to be dominated by a man; for him to take control and command her and Marcus understood and match her perfectly. Read more…
It is the way you make me cum
Body and mind in an Armageddon battle
Cause me to freeze
Offer me salvation in this lustful sin
Make me stand of the roof of heaven and roar thunder
Shred vocal cords
Make decibel vibrations grate against them
Surrender to the delicate power of your lady muscle Read more…
It is on the 11th floor
Our Sunday service starts when we check in
We meet in the sanctuary of these four walls
I am your pastor
Your senses are my congregation
Our moans are loud proclamation Read more…
Hospitals, I know for many people are unpleasant and don’t evoke thoughts of happiness, joy and most of all pleasure. The only positive to visiting a hospital is when a loved one has just had a baby – anything else is serious illness, sickness and often sadly death. They occupy our cities and our towns and while they help to heal, restore health and offer hope they are a place you don’t want to rush to be in. Plus they have a particular smell which isn’t the most welcoming. As for ER room it is the most stressful of places in the four walls of these buildings – people with all sorts of cuts, injuries, rashes, coughing. It’s like you can go into hospital to get treated for one thing and catch something else while you’re in there. However, I have to say my personal view of hospitals all changed because of a gentleman by the name of Glenmore Michaels. Glenmore was dubbed GM because he had a third leg that looked like it was truly Genetically Modified – it was thick with a capital T. You ever go to the supermarket and see the ‘organic’ products then you seem the monstrous GM ones that are like twice the size – that was Glenmore’s dick. Read more…
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It’s here once again … Freestyle Friday.
You know the rules. submit any 5 words of your choice (the more random and non-sex related the better) and i’ll create a poem from your words. leave them in the comments box below. Lets have some fun
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Body party pt1
I’m like most women; I like to be pampered, surprised and taken out. And if all three are combined then that’s extra brownie points as far as I’m concerned. Adrian, the guy I met at the wedding, called me out the blue and invited me out last week. We had seen each other a good few times … ok, we had fucked a good times but hadn’t spoken for about a month or so. So when he invited me out to a birthday dinner and to his boy’s club night I was surprised. One of the things that is cool about Adrian was that he was never overbearing or nukki hungry. Even though it was a straight sex flex between us we could still hang out and it was cool. It was kind of odd really; we weren’t friends, so can’t classify it as ‘friends with benefits’ and we weren’t straight ‘booty call’ i.e. we didn’t just call each other up say we wanted to fuck and have no dialogue. I’ve had couple of those bootycall flings and it’s good and intense but I like to know just a little about who I’m fucking. Plus it’s good to know them and where their head is at at all times. With all my partners I do my 50 questions, my 90 evaluation and trial period but still feel it’s good to talk (even if it’s a little). Adrian was on point and then some, in fact we actually would go out every once in a while on ‘dates’. I say it with inverted commas because as I said we were both clear it was just sex yet did things together – normally a big no-no for a fuck buddy.
So anyway, Adrian called me on the Wednesday asking me if I wanted to go to his friend’s birthday dinner and then on to his boy’s club night after. It was like he must have heard my bitching about how I need to reach a good rave real soon. It has been at least three months since I reached a club night let alone a good one. Adrian had manners (one of my top prerequisites for a fuck buddy) and even though I didn’t ask for it he apologised for not calling me in so long. Yes, I could have called him but he was old school like me and believed that a man should do the chasing – at least do more chasing than the woman. He told me that the dinner would be at The Ledbury in Nottinghill. Read more…
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
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
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…