Letters of pleasure – 21.3.14 – 4×4 task

I’ve said from the start that this journey would be one that pushes you beyond your boundaries. I’ve said from the start that this journey will be one that is solely about your pleasure and its exploration. It would be a journey that challenges your preconceptions of pleasure, power and submission. This task will push you; it will push you further than the previous tasks. It will carry you on a slow walk of spasms; offer you an unhurried stroll through the garden of shudders. With this task you’ll be required to focus on prolonging your pleasure. It will be rough, rugged and you’ll travel of a varied terrain of tingles, throbbing and intensity. This is why I’ve call this task 4×4

You’ll perform four ‘sessions’ with four varied strokes with these four implements and each session lasting four minutes. For each ‘session’ you’ll use each of the things below to indulge yourself and your pleasure and you’ll perform them in the order given.
Fingers
Bullet
Rabbit ears
Ice cube
remember: each item from the list will be used for four minutes and you’ll perform four varied strokes for each item. 

Hold me (when you)

I love when you
Hold me in your hands
Feel my weight
Coil your fingers around my girth
Squeeze gentle
Place my tip on the edge of your wetness
Ease yourself down
Slow
Guide me

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.

Ownership

Say it
Say it with vexed surrender
Gasp
Fill your lungs until they swell
Then let the words grate against your vocal cords as you proclaim your submission
Say it
Say it as your breath stammers
Falters
Fumbles you’re your mouth
Declare it
Affirm your yielding to my authority

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

That moment (contradiction)

The moment
That instance
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

Gymrotica: The power plate

Adebimpe Akingboye had been going to the gym since the start of the New Year. Like thousands of others she made a resolution to get in shape, be healthy and accomplish the summer body dream.
She planned to go Jamaica with the girls for the summer and wanted to be able to feel good about her figure and feel sexy. To ensure her goal was achieved she booked session with a personal trainer Darcus, Darcus Isaiah Clement Kennedy (dick, mr d.i.c.k). She had wondered if he lived up to his name during a couple of their sessions but never let it interfere with their profession relationship of client and trainer. That was until Darcus came to the gym, not in his usual tracksuit bottoms and hoodie, but shorts and vest.

Adebimpe saw him at reception and instantly it felt like a thunder storm and erupted between her thighs. Dark, deep, menacing clouds of lust formed. Winds of imagination started to howl and whistle through her mind. The air of her focus became moist and humid. Rain of fantasies where imminent but she was holding them back. She held them back until Darcus stepped from behind the desk and she saw his shorts and the thick, long outline of him embossed in the material of his shorts.

Interactive erotic poetry that you dictate

So the idea is I start a poem and you add a line (or two) below and then pass it on it tag some. The only rule is that whatever you write must relate to/follow on from the previous line. It’s just harmless fun and will be fun to see how it progresses.

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THE POEM …

“When you do that thing you do it makes me twitch and spasm. Vex joyful pleasure explodes from my mouth. I cuss yet call out the Lord’s name …”

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