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. Continue reading

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 Continue reading

church (sunday evening service)

Our church
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
We worship
Give thanks
Our moans are loud proclamation Continue reading

Diary of DeeDee Walker: Night Nurse

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. Continue reading

Origami

Love the way you open your form
Become a piece of blank paper
Ready
Invite me to mold you into a new shape
Your angles offer pleasurable possibilities
Allow me to slid into your furrow
Slide into your folds Continue reading

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Kemi’s choice pt3 – interactive erotica

The thoughts rolled around in Kemi’s head. Possibilities, scenarios and images of endless pleasures began to slide over each other in Kemi’s wet thoughts. She began to think about sucking on Moses while Nia sucked on her clit. She closed her eyes and stood still letting the imaginary sensation take over her.
‘Well!? What do you think of my proposal?’ Nia’s voice shook Kemi back to reality, made her jump.
‘Er, er … er … I … er … I don’t …er ….’ Kemi was overwhelmed. Nothing had been promised, no guarantee of sex made yet she was disoriented at the thought. She stammered trying to pull together her thoughts and a coherent sentence. Nia chucked down the phone.
‘It’s no pressure, its just three people having drinks and shaking a leg. I promise I’ll be a good girl … as long as you want me to that is. You know where I am. Text me if you’re coming and I’ll come out and meet you to so your fella can get in.’ Nia hung up.

Kemi’s heart galloped in her chest, raced hard; jumped fences of logic. It raced towards her desire to have both of them; to set in motion the hopeful inevitable outcome of them fucking. Kemi turned and walked back into the club and was swallowed by the baseline of Konshens ‘Gyal a bubble’ as she stepped through the doorway. She stopped in her tracks, taken by surprised at the song. She knew 80% of her work colleagues wouldn’t be able to understand the words let alone dance to it. Shocked at how the baseline hummed in her body amplifying her tingles. Her waist wanting to break free and whine, her booty wanted to bounce and flick. Bashment always made her horny but with the offer just laid on her plate. Who was awaiting her downstairs as well as at Candy Bar made her extra horny. Nia and Moses she thought to herself … Nia AND Moses. She descended the stairs back into the sea of PWC intoxicated staff. People danced. Rocked and swayed to the music. Bumping Kemi cause her to move to the rhythm of the crowd. Her pussy was wet. As she got deeper into the partying bodies she thought about Moses and how his hardness pressed on her earlier. Konshens’ lyrics were instructing her to bubble, to whine, asking the question ‘how dis party ah look suh?’ She saw Moses leaning against a wall watching his colleagues partying and waiting for her to return. The fresh air from outside made Kemi realise how much she had had to drink but she was too horny to care. She was a horny wild cat and Moses was her pray. She snuck through the tall grass of the crowd taking her time to approach Moses with stealth. Pausing and hiding behind clusters of people as not to be seen. Focused, deliberate, her moves patient as she approached with precision. Moses was looking to his left when she was ended up by his side. She cupped his dick in her hand causing him to jump and drop his glass.
‘Shit! what the fuck?’ Moses looked at Kemi with disbelieving shock.
Kemi lips curled upwards, her eyes full of lust, her smile sinister.
‘Grab your coat, we’re leaving.’ Continue reading