FreestyleFriday – 5 word erotic writing challenge

I haven’t done it in a while so 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.

*NOTE: its only limited to the first 8 submissions.
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Mr E

More than / farmer

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 Continue reading

Drunk in love – Eroticnoire’s version for @Beyonce

Nocturnal lovers
Lovers during nocturnal hours
Drinkin
Late-night nasty
Nasty when we consuming
each other drunker like a mo’fo
100 overproof rum
Nah, it’s a cocktail of pleasure

Wake up in the hall way
Like what the hell
oh well
Sprawled out on the floor
like we slipped and fell
Body sore but feeling real nice

Flashback to the way we used the ice
Shudders
Chills
Body empty but obese on pleasure
Is how we feel

Why can’t I keep my fingers off it, baby?
I want you, na na

Drunk in love

We be all night, love, love
We be all night, love, love

Splash got you so wet
Yet it’s you who be ride the wave of hardness
Surfing on your surfboard
On the surfboard riding
Ocean wetness

Drinking on juices
We’re intoxicated
Drunk in love
Love got us drunk
Air filled with the aroma
Sweat, perfume and love funk

Sipping on what’s dripping
Dripping is making it slippery
Slippery slide it in
Inside

Animals is what we become
Growl
Passion claws sinks into coco skin
Pull you in
Moans that sing

Memory a blur
Hazy
Last night was lunatic
Crazy
Can’t recall just know
You’re the only one that can do it to me
The way you do it to me
So let’s go again baby

Why can’t I keep my fingers off it, baby?
I want you, na na

We be all night, love, love
We be all night, love, love

Drunk in love

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. Continue reading

Full

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
Slow
Deep
Enter you so your walls become obese with my girth Continue reading

Oh Fuck Yes!

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 Continue reading

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. Continue reading