Oh Fuck Yes!

The first word conveys surprise
It is laces with disbelief
Compressed with sudden shock
Wrapped in astonishment
Carved from Incredulity
Sparkles with incomprehension
Obese with perplexity
Glazed with panic
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magician (the wand)

I am a captive audience
Front row seat to her performance
Baited breath sits on the edge of the seat of my excitement
Pulse gallops
Stampedes to the focal point
Offers a standing ovation even before she’s concluded her show
Tingles clap with exhilaration
Eyes are spotlights
Shine bright
All other concerns fall into the shadows
Her nib is centre stage
Swollen with silent confidence
The ebony curtains of her legs open Continue reading

Fingers (his words)

Fingers – written by Eroticnoire

His words caress her
paint images between her thighs
Imagination unfolds
Blooms
As does her woman petals
She sits on her bed
Legs open
She is a book
Legs are pages
His words written in her mind
On the lines of her wetness Continue reading

There are times…

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

I don’t want you to cum

I don’t want you to cum,
I want you to sing
Let octaves raise up out your mouth. Create a melody, an perform an ode to your release. Harmonise with the song of your nerve endings. Hum a tune of your
Set free the choir of pleasure encased in your vocal cords

I don’t want you to cum,
I want you to meditate
Mumble a mantra
Align your chakras
Ascend and go beyond yourself
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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

Goin down on her 101 – pt1

Hello all Dr Eroticnoire here to give you my 101 on going down on a woman.

After my squirting 101 I felt it only right I cover the topic of going down on a womab. So why oral I hear some men (and women) say? Well, here’s a one two reasons. Over 75% of woman can only orgasm via clitoral stimulation. Another point is that clitoral orgasms are deeper, more intense and offer a more all over body pleasure than virginal ones.

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Move over I have to say that I feel it’s a God given right. I say this with all seriousness and purpose. The clit is the only organ, in both men and women, that is solely dedicated to sexual pleasure and has or serves no other purpose. Whether you’re religious or not I believe that the man upstairs wouldn’t have given women this ‘gift’ if he didn’t want her to have it appreciated and used. Hence, it’s every woman’s God given right to receive not just any old oral but GOOD oral – sisters can I get an Amen?! Second point before we start is a little biology for you to know and bare in mind (this is aimed at the men mainly) the clit has 8,000 nerve-endings in it – that’s 8,000 sensory reciprocals in an area the size of a pea. Let’s take a minute to take this one in (feel free to repeat it if you feel the need … 8,000 nerve-endings) Therefore, its easy to appreciate why its a source of so much pleasure.

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In that moment

In that moment of release

The pinnacle of tension

That point of internal explosion

Time stands still

I become paralyzed

Dumbstruck

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

Fall

Fly

And become static all in one

Convulsive-spasm

Move me

Staccato co-ordination

I endure this each time

You make me cum