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
Draped in disbelief

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

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

Self

Your sound loops
A stuck record of pleasure
Jumps
Skips
Moans that repeat
A rhythm stuck in a groove
Cadence melody
Harmonise
Staccato vocals
Breathe from your diaphragm
Fill your lung
Let them swell
Expand with the oxygen of pleasure

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 …

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
Discover who you are

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.