Diary of DeeDee Walker: 18 April – body part pt2

Body party pt2

…My nukki was soaked in her own wetness. I could feel my damp knickers against my nukki’s folds and it was making me even hornier. I wanted to fuck Adrian there and then. Wanted to throw him down on the table, on top of the food, and ride his dick – fuck him hard and wild. Fuck him like I wanted to break the 10 foot long solid oak table we were seated at. It was taking all my strength to restrain myself from raping him there and then. I had calmed down from my pending orgasm but was still breathing slightly heavy. My nipples were hard and I felt flush and hot; it’s a good thing I’m black because otherwise my flushed cheeks would have shown. I looked at Adrian who was still talking to Jerome and acting like nothing didn’t happen. I gazed at him and was torn between astonishment and frustration; he was so calm that I wanting to slap him for almost making me cum. Maybe he felt my eyes in the back of his head because he turned around and smiled at me. He still had that smug look on his face. I wanted to know what he was thinking, how he managed to remain so calm and act like nothing had happened. Actually, I wanted to do the same to him in some way. Tease him, play with him, bring him to the brink of bussin’ a nut and then stop. Make the fucker hard and weak at the same time. However, I knew that revenge is a dish best served cold so I’ll wait to strike back; wait until he wasn’t expecting. Continue reading

Class ‘A’ substance

Your kisses are speed
I see colours
A Kaleidoscope of pleasure
The spectrum of hues and tones swirl around on my tongue
Pupils dilate
The vision of you flood into my eyes

I sip on the martini of your breasts
Suck on the black olives of your nipples
My tongue is shaken and stirred
Your breasts are a refined beverage of flesh my mouth drinks in

Your body
It is narcotics
Illegally smuggled Class ‘A’ substance
Pure cut & undiluted
It’s that good ‘ish

I lick the rizla of your pussy lips
Light up with a wet spark lick of your clit
Let the aroma of your sex float into the air
Take a long pull on your clit
Puff, puff give
You head
You give me the munchies
Nibble on the sweet snack of your pussy

Your tightness causes me to become an alcoholic drunk
Under the influence of your over proof grip
Intoxicated on the cocktail of your wetness
I love the campaign of your orgasm
When I shake up the bottle of your gspot and let it spray on me

My ears do lines of your cocaine moans
Snort in the audio powder of your vocals
Inhale the residue of your acoustic expression
It’s got me buzzing wild

I’ve tried to go to rehab
Attended your pumpum anonymous classes
Gone cold turkey
Started to jerk and twitch at flashbacks of your tightness
It don’t work baby
Acted like some crack hoe bitch
My name is Mr E and I’m an addict
There! I admit it
I will always be your pussy fiend
Can I have a hit of your Class A drug sex?

I want my words to …

I want my words to
Kiss you on the neck of your yearning
Their lips are full of mature wisdom
Plumb with delicate understanding
Soft with gentle consideration
Let them converse with your desires
Listen to the confessions of your fantasies
Make the nipples of your attention hard

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word wednesday aka creative corner

So here we are again … another week, another creative challenge 🙂

I’ve always felt that erotica and sensuality can be found in any and everything. so … the creative challenge, with your help, is to demonstrate just that.

Name one item/object and or one location/place and i’ll try to create an erotic poem from them. As always the more random the better 🙂

The usual guidelines apply – leave words in the comment box below by Friday. Lets have some creative fun.

word wednesday No3

WW poem No3. words submitted by Talena:
Blue Green Gold Black and white

Green spring roots of anticipation flourish
They grow in the warmth of sunshine foreplay
Tropical heat of want
Bloom in the humidity of prolonged indulgence
This desire is ripe
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the sweetest time …

The humidity of our longing is thick
Atmospheric water vapour of anticipation rises
Moves through dimensions of dry rational and moist lust
Precipitates
Becomes heavy
Clouds of our passion swells
The gravity of abandon cause droplets of wanton release to fall

And so it begins to rain … Continue reading