There are times when I want you to feel the warm of my mouth on your wetness
Its faint presence
Slight movement
Feel me whisper my desires to your nib while I taste you
Make you feel my words
As I converse with your nerve endings
Taste you with gently-powerful pleasure
Fluid tongue swirls
Use my tongue and place it on the tip of your entrance
Teases you
Dip my tongue
In …
Out …
In …
Out …
In … Continue reading
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
Ladies, this is your tongue flight Captain Eroticnoire speaking. On behalf of the entire crew of soft lips, long tongue and pleasuring mouth, we’d like to welcome aboard Tongue Airlines flight 696, non-stop service from airport of frustration to international airport of orgasmictopia.
Your flight time will be endless hours and nonstop minutes. You’ll be flying at an altitude of 8,000 clitoral screaming nerve endings – which is a ground speed of sonic boom moans per orgasm. Continue reading
My tongue is a celebrity
Your clit becomes starstruck whenever it’s near
It camps out in harsh conditions of frustration
Wanting to be first in line to see it
It screams with excitement at the sight of my tongue
Reaches out from behind the barriers of soft folds of delicate skin
Finger tips of 8,000 never ends wave and wiggle
begging to be touched Continue reading
Here’s a little video i created …
It’s just some comments from readers & followers of my blog.
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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.
