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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

Come to my room (end result)

March 10, 2014 Leave a comment

Come to my room
Accept my invitation
Allow yourself to be pleasured
Pleasured by me
Take all of me
So that I
Pleasure you until you become
Stripped of your strength
Your arms weighted with fatigue
Heavy with satisfaction
Breathing laboured
Thick with your release Read more…

Categories: poems

Letter of intentions – 7.3.14

I want you to know that I’m writing these letters for you. I’m writing them so that you … we, can go on a journey of your pleasure. When you read these letters understand it’s all about you and only you.

The focus is for you to let go, be free. No restrictions, no holding back, no judgements. I want you to explore and become lost in what we do. I want you to surrender, to submit. Succumb not just to me but to yourself and the sexuality that is within you. My asking you to submit isn’t to demonstrate your weakness; it’s not for me to abuse my authority. Your submission is the opposite; it’s so you can gain power in being guided to something new. Your submission is so you can become free to embrace all of yourself and your pleasure. Read more…

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

Fan mail: healing of her Yoni by MissBehaviour

November 20, 2013 Leave a comment

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…

Categories: fan mail

Eva Okah’s story: submission pt3

It was 10:30 in the evening and Eva was working on her talk show. She was playing over her conversation with Bookie.
‘You’re fucking lying!? You serious? But you don’t know what he looks like; you don’t know who he is.’ Bookie blurted down the phone.
‘I know, I know! But it’s just so fucking sexy. It’s crazy I know but he just makes my pussy so wet; it’s not normal but so natural.’ Eva replied.
Bookie was silent for a moment and Eva could hear her brain ticking over down the phone line.
‘Well, you and I are the same so if true be told I’m fucking jealous; you need to find me one of my own. Having someone control me like that is making my pussy get wet just at the thought.’ Bookie said breaking the silence.
The two girls burst into laughter. Bookie asked Eva to make sure she filled her in on ALL the details after she met Marcus.
‘It’s been a little while since I’ve had me some outlandish fun so right now I’m living vicariously through you girlfriend.
Another eruption of laughter before the girls conversation drifted onto work, life, family and then back to Marcus. Read more…

Categories: stories

Eva Okah’s story: submission pt2

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…

Categories: stories

Eva Okah’s story: submission pt1

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…

Categories: stories

Self evident (the greatness)

Pillows scattered on the floor
Bed sheets crumpled
Condensation on the window
Bed springs worn down
Perspiration glistens on skin
Muscles fatigued
Body tremors from exhaustion Read more…

Categories: poems

It’s the way you …

It is the way you make me cum
Apocalyptic
Body and mind in an Armageddon battle
Cause me to freeze
Implode
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
Muscles contract
Become unyielding
Surrender to the delicate power of your lady muscle Read more…

Categories: poems
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