Diary of DeeDee Walker: 4 April – tongue addict

So I was asked why I love to get so much tongue action and decided I’d try and explain why.

I have to say that I’m still shocked, disappointed … offended even that in this day and age men STILL refuse to go down on a woman. Stating that ‘bad man don’t do dem tings’, ‘manz ain’t now bow cat’, ‘gyal fi get straight cocky’ shows to me they are sexually retarded, immature, repressed and most of all selfish. But I won’t go off on one, I’m writing to explain why I love me my tongue pleasures.

Well, let me jump straight in and say its the warm of his/her mouth on my wetness, the way it’s so faint and slight but yet can feel is so much. I love when a guy whispers or talks when he tastes me … I can literally feel his words. It makes me tingle. Continue reading


Its amazing how the wild tornado fire of your want

The white water whirlpool of your lust

How the stampeding urgency of your passion

Is expressed in the subtle and soft way

You bite your bottom lip

call me selfish

Call me selfish

Cause all I wanna do is please you
Have you feel the knot of tension fade away as we kiss
have you feel my tongue slow walk across bodylandscape
Wonder along the meadow of your neck
Ramble down your chest
Explore the rise and falling hills of your breast
Stroll across the flat planes of your stomach
Before it walks slowly down into the valley of your thighs Continue reading

phone sex (why) – prelude/idea development

tell me why  you do that? why whenever we’re at home and my phone rings you decide that’s the time you want to give me head. That’s the time I’ll be watching TV while on the phone and you decide to kneel down in front of me with that glint in your eye. Why you slowly unzip me while you look into my eyes and say nothing. why you put me in your mouth while I’m soft and let me grow hard. Roll me expanding hardness around until its fully rigid. Why you smile with your eyes as I battle to maintain focus, close my eyes and struggle to keep my breath constant. Tell me why you wait until I’m about to speak the take me deep and long into your mouth, hold me between your plump lips. keep me there while my speech stumbles out my mouth. Explain to me you motivation for licking me long and slow to my round tip and sucking on it. Why you do this as I hold my phone to me ear and silently shudder during conversation. Please, tell me why you coil your fingers around shaft and slide your tender fingers down to the base and let your mouth trace swiftly behind it. Enlighten me as to what rewarding-punishment you feel I’ve earned for you to soft suck on the small gathering of skin under my penis head. Why you feel the need to flick your tongue across my head then suck me hard and fast until I release in your mouth. Provide me with a notion as to why you want me to cum with violently loud silent convulsions, the keep me in your mouth until I’m soft once more Please, please tell me why you like phone sex so much

late night love pt1

Late night silence blankets our room
The faint glow of our bedside lamp creates on warm halo of light by our bed
Moonlight silently cascades through our window
All is tranquil
Wrapped in sleeping spoon shapes
Human origami
We fold into each other
My chest against your back
Knees folded onto the hollow of yours
you stir
press your back against me
Crumbled sheets
A sea of white linen waves
Skin soft flint sparks the midnight flame of half awake passion
Body to body contact generates heat Continue reading

In that moment

In that moment of release

The pinnacle of tension

That point of internal explosion

Time stands still

I become paralyzed


Suffocated by confusion

Smothered in a think layer of submission

I am reduced to the one sensation of feeling

My brain is coloured in a spectrum of urgently violent passive surrender

I expel an ocean of sound

A rainstorm of thunderous frequency

Reduced to four letter expletive

And blasphemous praise

I spin



And become static all in one


Move me

Staccato co-ordination

I endure this each time

You make me cum