She is Africa.
Legs longer than the Nile.
The soil of her soul is where minerals are found.
Diamonds of calm.
Gold pieces of wisdom.
I am of her earth and long to be inside her earth.
She feeds me.
Offers my roots strength.
This universe is her catwalk.
I watch her strut. No. glide.
Floats on melanin.
She is the new black.
She is the old black.
Her spirit aligns me.
I want to make love to her chakras.
I want to slide into her red.
Glide into her orange hue.
Converse with her yellow.
Busk in its glow.
Kiss her green.
Heal it with the lips of my nurturing.
Caress her blue.
Touch it. Feel its pulse. Its vibration.
Open the legs of her purple.
Go deep inside her.
Touch her roof. Her crown.
Give her long strokes until she orgasms white light.
A fan (who has a submissive streak) decided she was going to do the ‘ice’ challenge – she failed. she said she loves to orgasm so i set her a simple punishment – bring herself to orgasm 5 times but not cum. on the 5th time she has permission to cum but must orgasm 5 times – each orgasm she must continuously stimulate herself for the count of 150.
this is her audio submission. enjoy.
Say it with vexed surrender
Fill your lungs until they swell
Then let the words grate against your vocal cords as you proclaim your submission
Say it as your breath stammers
Fumbles you’re your mouth
Affirm your yielding to my authority Continue reading “Ownership”
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 Continue reading “That moment (contradiction)”
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… Continue reading “Fan mail: healing of her Yoni by MissBehaviour”
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
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. Continue reading “Eva Okah’s story: submission pt3”