I can't believe that just went down. I thought to myself. I was standing naked in the bathroom; splashing my face with cold water. Never in a million years did I think that I would be apart of something like that, let alone let it be taped. Splashing my face again, I exhaled. I stared at my reflection in the full body mirror. My nipples were still hard, my pussy was throbbing from the great dick down I just received, and my clit was still thumping. I know damn well I wasn't still horny after all that sex I just got.
The bathroom was getting steamy and fogging up the mirror. I pulled the curtains back on the tub and stepped in. The hot water instantly relaxed all my muscles. I leaned against the wall and let the water beat down on me. Closing my eyes, I enjoyed my liquid massage. Even though I was in a trance and I was drowning myself in the water, I was still able to hear a knock at the bathroom door. Before I could say whether to come in or stay out, the door opened. Foots steps moved toward the tub and stopped. The shadow on the other side reached up and pulled the curtain back. He stood before me with his dick in hand. Damn he ready again. He licked his thick lips. I know he tasted me all over them.
"Are you getting in or just going to stand there and look at me." I said to him in kind of a smart way.
"I'm going to do both." He replied. The shower water started splashing onto his chest and run down his abs. My eyes ran over his body and my clit started dancing. He removed his hand from his dick and made it jump. DAMN! Why he have to tease me like that. I decided to play his little game. I played with my nipples while staring him in the eyes. Licking my finger and slightly running it over each nipple; making them harder than Chinese math. Just then he stepped into the shower with me. Facing me, he pressed his body against mine forcing me into the wall. My titties meshed against his chest made these hard nipples very sensitive. His dick was wiggling its way in between my thighs. I wasn't fighting that chocolate snake.
"So how did you like it." He asked me. We were so close; his nose touched mine.
"It was fun." I answered.
"Would you do it again?" I didn't answer. I just looked at him. He leaned in and licked my neck. Mmmm. He said.
Hiss. He was sucking and licking on my weak spot. I tried to play it off like it wasn't effecting me, but my body language told another story. He pressed all his weight on me, taking my hands and forcing them above my head so I couldn't do anything. My titties heaved up and down. He lowered his head and took each one in his mouth, biting the nipple slight hard and causing me to yelp out loud.
"Shut up and take he said." He bit me again.
The then swung me around and had my ass facing towards him. With both my wrist controlled by his hand he too the free hand and smacked my ass. Hard.
"Ah shit!" I yelled.
"Shut the fuck up. You like it." He said, and smacked it again. That shit stung like hell, but he was right. I did like. I fucking loved it. I felt him running his dick up and down my crack. The water was freely falling over us. I arched my back allowing my pussy to poke out from behind. He knew what I was doing, and rubbed my clit.
Mmmm. I moaned. He tapped my ass with his dick. Then he tapped my pussy with it. I guess it was to say hello. He slid his dick from the back and then pulled it out. He put it back it in. I tried to throw it back on him, but he wasn't having that shit. He had to be the one in control. So at this point I let him. Notice I said at THIS point.
The water splashed between us while he pumped in and out this wetness. He stepped back and made me arch my back more, lifting my left on the edge of the tub so he can go deep. I mean balls deep. He started pumping harder. His balls were slapping against my clit that was now making an appearence. Shit felt so fucking good.
SMACK. He hit it again.
"Oh shit daddy. Smack that ass." I begged him. What can I say, I like pain.
"Yeah, take this dick." He said to me as he pounded me. He grabbed me by my neck and choked me lightly and still smacking my ass, he was fucking the shit out of me. I heard moaning. At first I thought it was just me echoing off the walls, but when I looked over I saw Angel and Devil on the floor. Devil was eating the goodness out of Angel. Devil had the Angels legs pushed so far back her toes touched the floor behind her head. Sexy as fuck.
They both looked up at me while he was fucking me. Their eyes said "Come here." Biting my bottom lip, I winked at them.
He slapped my ass again to get my attention back on riding his dick. Got damn that fucking dick, was stretching my insides. The moans in the air sounded like music. I looked over to the floor again and the Devil had her pussy in the Angel's face; 69 style. That just made me want to get my pussy ate even more. The thought made me overly wet.
"Oh shit, that pussy leaking for Daddy now huh." He lifted his left for leverage. His dick was deep sea diving at this point. I was ready to cum, but I was holding out. I wanted to cum on someones fucking face.
Smack, splash, smack, splash. The sounds our bodies were backing.
"Ah shit, eat this pussy." The Devil's voice was so seductive. I wanted her. I watched her slip her fingers in the Angel's pussy. Pretty ass chocolate pussy. The Devil's pink tongue moved like a got damn hurricane on the Angel's clit. The Angel's screams were music to my ears.
"Eat that pussy. Just like that." I managed to get out before he pulled my hair and with crazy on my pussy. My walls started to get tigher, the sure signs of my about to cum.
"Oh my GOD." I yelled.
"Don't you fucking cum yet." He commanded. I had to hold out. Then he pulled out.
"Sit down. I want you to suck the rest of this nut out." He waved his dick in front of my face. It was so shiny with my juices. I sat on the tub and took his dick into my mouth and sucked it like the best, thickest, milk shake I had ever had. Licking up the shaft, down to the balls, and twirling my tongue around his nice mushroom head. I gently ran my teeth over the dick. He moaned. Loudly. He started pumping his hips and I opened my mouth as wide as I could taking all of it down my throat.
I felt lips on my shoulder. It was the Devil kissing on me. Not taking his dick out of my mouth, I looked at her shiny lips. He was looking at both of us.
"Kiss her." He told me. Without waiting a second more, I tongued her down. Angel's juices tasted like cotton candy. I licked my lips. "Mmm. She taste good." I said looking at the Angel still laying on the floor now playing with her pussy watching us.
"Come here." I told her. The Angel crawled over to us. I kissed her too. I wanted to taste the juices of the Devil. She was sinfully delicious. I then turned my attention back to the dick. He was still hard as a brick. That vein was throbbing on in my mouth and his precum was seeping on my tongue. He was sweet like fruit. Thank goodness, I can't stand nasty nut.
"Ah fuck. Suck that dick." He guided his tongue in and out. The Devil was sucking my neck. The Angel was kneeling behind her and licking her pussy from behind. So fucking hot. My pussy needed attention too so I started playing with her.
Round and round.
In and out.
Sloppy, wet, pussy. I was already starting to cream. I placed my fingers to the Devil's lips and she sucked them dry. She moaned and looked me deep in my eyes.
"Turn around." She commanded. I looked up at him and he nodded his head in approval. I turned around to face the Devil. She spread my thighs and put her face right in my pussy.
"Oh shit!" I gripped the edge of the tub so that I wouldn't fall over. Damn she could eat some pussy.
Sucking. Licking. Flicking her tongue. I was surprised she was so focused, because the Angel was eating her pussy right too.
He stepped out of the tub, got on his knees behind the Angel and slid his dick in her ass. Loud mumbles were are you heard. The Angel didn't bother taking her face out of the Devils juicyness.
Grabbing a hand full of the Devil's hair I grinded my hips into her face making sure her lips touched every part of my pussy. She pushed her fingers in me and sucked my clit at the same time. Sucking that clit so hard it puckered up.
"Yes. Eat me baby. I groaned loudly.
He groaned.
The Angel screamed.
The Devil Moaned.
My pussy gushed on the Devil's face
The Devil's pussy creamed on the Angel's lips.
The Angel's ass came on his dick.
And his came all over the Angel's ass crack...
End Scene Two.
Copyright 2011 © PrettyWomanPersonna
This is the imagination I possess, the passion I uphold, the intriguing that I cause you to have. Enjoy the journey into my mind, heart, soul, and depths of my freaky nature.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Lights, Camera, Action
"Lay down."I did as I was told. He sat the camera down on the tripod, grabbed the baby oil, and squeezed a generous amount into his hands. He motioned me to turn on my stomach. I heard him say "Hmmm." in his deep and sexy voice. My ass was barely covered by the mesh shirt I had on.
He said, "Make it clap." So I did. First the right cheek solo, then the left cheek solo, then an around of applause. I could feel the oil dripping onto my ass as I made it dance for him.
"Damn girl." He murmed, slathering the oil from dip of my ass to the cup of my cheeks.
"That's it baby make it shiny." I encouraged him. He massaged my ass as he rubbed the oil in, his fingers slipped through my crack and glided up and down the slipperiness. Light moans escaped my lips because he squeezed and slapped my ass. I loved it. He then pulled me to my knees and snappeed my thong off, exposing my fat, bald, pussy lips. The lips were all puckered up ready to be kissed. He slapped my pussy. We could hear the wetness comming through. He put more oil on his hand and shined her up too. As he oiled me up his fingers made they way inside me. "Squish, squish, squish." that pussy was talking to him. Looking back at him I saw him biting his lip.
As he finished with the oil, he made his way back over to the tripod.
"Stand up." He commanded. I rolled off the bed and stood at the foot of it.
"Turn around and bend over." I did.
"Spread them cheeks." I did.
"Make it talk to me." I did that too.
"Good, now lay back down." Again I obeyed while looking at the camera. He walked towards me and focused the camera on my body, moving along it slowly.
"Take that shit off." I listened. Sitting up and pulling the shirt over my head; my DD's titties popped out with harden nipples. He smiled at me.
"Now lie back and open those legs" I propped my head up on a pillow to get comfortable.
"That's right baby, relax." He said. I closed my eyes and flet his big and surprisingly soft hands roam all over me. He pinched my nipple and then I felt his hot and wet mouth sucking on it.
"Mmm. Just like that baby."
He removed his lips from my titty and focused back on my entire body. "Play with that pussy." He said. For a moment I hesitated, then my fingers made their way to a familiar home. I started to rub my clit. "Stop." He said. "Not like that. Move your finger side to side, barely touching it with the tip of your finger." I did as I was told and that shit felt so good.
"Now, slowly apply pressure on that clit. Get it really wet for Daddy." Again, I obeyed. Applying the pressure in circluar motions to my clit was sending my hormones over board and we haven't even fucked yet. I couldn't wait to see what that dick felt like inside my walls. As I tickled my clit and thought of him fucking, I started to gush. Juices were running down my thighs.
"Yeah, just like that." He said. I peep open an eye to see him stroking his dick with one hand and the camera in the other. Shit turned me on.
"I got a little surprise for you." He says. He places the camera back down on the tripod and leaves the room. I stop rubbing my clit, as hard as that was to do, but I didn't want to cum too quickly. When he came back in I saw hand cuffs. My eyes widen a little; ok my eyes widen a lot. What the hell did he have in mind.
"Just relax," He says. "You are going to enjoy this." He cuffs me to the bed post, but made it where I was able to still move my whole body around. For though, I just laid on my back. He walked over to my with his dick on hard, standing straight at attention. I was eye to eye with that monster. 9 1/2 inches of pure sexy chocolate. I lifted my head to kiss it. He tapped it on my lips. I licked the tip as much as I could.
"Ok, suprise number two." He said. He walked over to the door and tapped it twice. Out came two chocolate and thick women! Now I'm not into women, but they were gorgeous. The women walked over to the bed, on dressed in red and the other dressed in white. My guess was one devil and one angel, which side was going to win me over tonight.
The ladies positioned themselves on each side of me. Even though I was ass naked it didn't matter to me. My hormones had taken over. Each lovely lady laid next to me. He went back to the tripod and picked the camera up. Slowly making his way around the bed.
"Angel, suck her left titty for me." He told her. She looked me the eyes and smiled. Licking her lips she bent down to my nipple. She traced her finger around it. Pinching it. Hard. I whimpered a little bit. She then took my titty in her hand and lifted it up to her mouth and sucked on it nice and hard.
"Devil. I want you to do the same." She listened. I had both of these women sucking on me and I couldn't do anything but take it. I started moaning and they started sucking a little harder, flickering their tongues and nibbling my titties.
"Yes ladies, make her feel good." I heard him say. My eyes were rolling in the back of my head. I heard foot steps. I opened them to see him climbing on the bed between my legs. I heard a loud smack before he dove into my pussy face first. Small licks and pecks were placed on my lips, then he took his whole mouth and covered the pussy, sucking on it like a suction cup. My body bucked up and the Angel and Devil held me down and attacked my upper body with their mouths. My neck was sucked on and bit. Titties were juggled between the two. I even kissed them. They kissed each other, but their hands never left my body. He was still eating my pussy and then he got up and instructed the ladies to help me stand while he got under me. He told me to ride his face. I lowered myself onto his face and the Angel and Devil helped me. Encouraging me by rubbing and slapping my ass. They went back to sucking and kissing on me and each other. As I rode his face, I told the Angel to bring her titty to my lips. (I don't know what got into me). I sucked on it the way I liked mine sucked on. The Devil was watching and rubbing her pussy.
I rode his tongue and he slipped his fingers into my pussy and ass. I was so wet it just slipped right in with ease. Shit was amazing. I through my head back and rode that shit like it was a dick.
I whispered into the Devils ear, "Uncuff me." She shook her head no. I whispered again, "uncuff me. Then added, "I want to play with that pussy." She looked at me lustfully and uncuffed my hand. The Angel uncuffed the right one. With both my hands free, I was able to feel on both of this sexy ass women. From they pretty titties to they fat asses.
"Lay down." I told them between moans. He smacked my ass and shook it to make it dance on his face. They laid down on each side of me. Sucking on fingers on both hands I harden their nipples. Then trailed my fingers down they pretty bodies and stopped at the top of they pussies. (Was I really about to play in that? Yeah, I guess I was.) I licked my fingers one more time and parted their lips at the same time with each hand. I found their clits and massaged it between my pointer and middle finger; pinching it. Round and round my ass went on his face. Round and round on they clits my fingers went. I spanked they pussies just like I liked having mine done. Yelps came from both of them. As I rode his face my legs became to get weak, I felt like I was about to cum. I put two fingers in each of they pussies and in the rhythm of me riding him was the rhythm of how I finger fucked these women. Their moans became loud to match with mine at this point. He was trying to suck the life out of me and he damn near did as my first orgasm splashed out of me onto his tongue. As much as that nut took out of me I wasn't done, I still wanted that dick. He swallowed all my juices, and burping and she slid from under me, he positioned himself behind and push that big dick right on in. After a few strokes he was able to find that stroke he needed to work this pussy out. I was getting dicked down, Angel and Devil were still sucking my titties and playing with each other. I also played with pussies and titties, slapped asses, rubbed clits. I made them feel how I wanted to feel.
His dick was delicious. I could feel every thick inch he had make its way through me. Pure heaven.
Angel and Devil watched him fuck me as they rubbed they clits and I finger banged them the best I could with trying to concentrate with that juicy dick in me. That shit was hard as hell to do.
The faster he stroked the faster I played with them. The faster they rubbed and then they rubbed each other. Making each other reach that tasty ass nut. I was about to cum on his dick. I could tell he was about to cum to. He picked up his stroke.
"Beat that pussy." I yelled at him. The Angel and Devil were now screaming in pleasure as I whirled my fingers around in their juices. Just as I was about to cum he stuck his three fingers in my ass and pumped with the same speed and power he was going at my pussy with and just then when we all yelling I came so hard. The Angel came hard on my right hand. The Devil came hard on my left. I came hard on his dick and he busted that fat nut all over my ass.
End Scene One.
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Sunday, December 25, 2011
Tortured Love Affair
No more pain is what she told herself as she pierced her skin with that thin sharp blade. Crimson red dripped from her wrist onto the blue comforter, causing a deep purple colors and a permanent stain. No more tears. She didn't want to shed, weary and swollen eyes and salty blemished cheeks from the memories set on replay of the DVD player of her mind.
Rapid heart beat. Liquid spewing all over. Dripping drops of life from her body while she laid there still.
Just waiting.
Waiting for this life she so wanted to end to stop its existence.
No more drama. What she would leave behind. The physical abuse of a boyfriend, and the verbal abuse of a mother words formed into sentences of lies she told her. Verbally beating her down to her core. Mental stability was not an issue any more. Since she was no longer stable, unable to understand why things went the way they did. Wondering what the term "LOVE" felt or did. It was like it was hidden off her emotional grid.
Sad.
Pacing back and forth with a bottles in both hands one with liquor the other pills. He wanted so desperately to stop those voices echoing in his head. Telling him he should be dead and used to fertilize the ground.
Pops the alcohol bottle open and takes a drink. Trying to stop his speeding thoughts long enough for him to think, but those voices come back.
He pops open the pill bottle swallowing half the bottle at one time. He drinks again.
No more pain. Dizziness along side with a burning stomach. He pops more pills in his mouth and drinks. "Vanish voices" he commands. He slumps to the floor.
Despair.
Eye gates flood, and then they burst as the watery substance submerged his face. Sweat moistened brow and moved down his body. Sticky from perspiration. Throat dry from dehydration no matter how much of that liquid addiction he drank.
"Finish the bottles, finish the bottles." The voices taunted him. He banged his hands against his head to stop the voices from talking to him, but it didn't work. So he drank and he swallowed.
The bottles now empty.
Wrists are bleeding.
Head is throbbing.
Eyes red and swollen.
One heart beat racing.
The other fading.
His body starts convulsing.
Her body stops moving.
As the last beat of her heart stops thumping and the last shaking of his body stops shaking. Their exsistance on this land comes to an end.
Good bye her boyfriend
Good bye his girlfriend.
Tortured love affair.
Copyright 2011 © PrettyWomanPersonna
Rapid heart beat. Liquid spewing all over. Dripping drops of life from her body while she laid there still.
Just waiting.
Waiting for this life she so wanted to end to stop its existence.
No more drama. What she would leave behind. The physical abuse of a boyfriend, and the verbal abuse of a mother words formed into sentences of lies she told her. Verbally beating her down to her core. Mental stability was not an issue any more. Since she was no longer stable, unable to understand why things went the way they did. Wondering what the term "LOVE" felt or did. It was like it was hidden off her emotional grid.
Sad.
Pacing back and forth with a bottles in both hands one with liquor the other pills. He wanted so desperately to stop those voices echoing in his head. Telling him he should be dead and used to fertilize the ground.
Pops the alcohol bottle open and takes a drink. Trying to stop his speeding thoughts long enough for him to think, but those voices come back.
He pops open the pill bottle swallowing half the bottle at one time. He drinks again.
No more pain. Dizziness along side with a burning stomach. He pops more pills in his mouth and drinks. "Vanish voices" he commands. He slumps to the floor.
Despair.
Eye gates flood, and then they burst as the watery substance submerged his face. Sweat moistened brow and moved down his body. Sticky from perspiration. Throat dry from dehydration no matter how much of that liquid addiction he drank.
"Finish the bottles, finish the bottles." The voices taunted him. He banged his hands against his head to stop the voices from talking to him, but it didn't work. So he drank and he swallowed.
The bottles now empty.
Wrists are bleeding.
Head is throbbing.
Eyes red and swollen.
One heart beat racing.
The other fading.
His body starts convulsing.
Her body stops moving.
As the last beat of her heart stops thumping and the last shaking of his body stops shaking. Their exsistance on this land comes to an end.
Good bye her boyfriend
Good bye his girlfriend.
Tortured love affair.
Copyright 2011 © PrettyWomanPersonna
Friday, December 23, 2011
Museum
Can I use your mind as an easel and paint a vivid picture of a lustful encounter? Can my words be used as paint and drip into the creases of your brain? Allow them to marinate and find their way into your frontal visual so that every time you close your eyes or try to blink images of me are caught in your glimpse.
I'm the artist.
Creating an icon of two bodies mangled in the most erotic of knots, tangled in a web of aphrodisiac. Sensualism in its best artistic form.
I benefit from your cerebrum being my museum, every painting that I have conceived is hanging on the facade of your sanity. You day dream and stare at the pictures as they become so real you can feel them.
Fingers touching you
Hands caressing you
Lips planting kisses on your nether regions.
Paintings in 3D motion.
The portrait of a mountain in the reflection of your physique whit chiseled rock between you thighs. Eyes marvel over the beauty of the oils and colors that portray themselves in you, magnifying the life oozing from the representation.
A pleasure to thy eyes.
A picture so perfect it causes lips to become chapped and throat to become parched because you thirst for me. Running tips of mental indigents over the creation that is me.
Grant me permission to use my vocabulary as the permanent liquid, my tongue as the brush which I dip it in, and stroke your perception, abandoning the concrete replica of me.
Nightly designs romp around your mindset taking for granted the rest you so readily seek, but those paintings, those pictures, those words, still linger causing you to lose sleep and bodily fluids.
The doctors and policemen are painted on a hand towel. Decorated with your semen, finally you feel like a free man as you lie your weary person to rest.
I leave your mental museum with new paintings and attractions to gaze at on your wall.
Placing my brush back into its container and sealing the paint tightly; so that it will be ready for tomorrow nights masterpiece.
Copyright 2011 © PrettyWomanPersonna
I'm the artist.
Creating an icon of two bodies mangled in the most erotic of knots, tangled in a web of aphrodisiac. Sensualism in its best artistic form.
I benefit from your cerebrum being my museum, every painting that I have conceived is hanging on the facade of your sanity. You day dream and stare at the pictures as they become so real you can feel them.
Fingers touching you
Hands caressing you
Lips planting kisses on your nether regions.
Paintings in 3D motion.
The portrait of a mountain in the reflection of your physique whit chiseled rock between you thighs. Eyes marvel over the beauty of the oils and colors that portray themselves in you, magnifying the life oozing from the representation.
A pleasure to thy eyes.
A picture so perfect it causes lips to become chapped and throat to become parched because you thirst for me. Running tips of mental indigents over the creation that is me.
Grant me permission to use my vocabulary as the permanent liquid, my tongue as the brush which I dip it in, and stroke your perception, abandoning the concrete replica of me.
Nightly designs romp around your mindset taking for granted the rest you so readily seek, but those paintings, those pictures, those words, still linger causing you to lose sleep and bodily fluids.
The doctors and policemen are painted on a hand towel. Decorated with your semen, finally you feel like a free man as you lie your weary person to rest.
I leave your mental museum with new paintings and attractions to gaze at on your wall.
Placing my brush back into its container and sealing the paint tightly; so that it will be ready for tomorrow nights masterpiece.
Copyright 2011 © PrettyWomanPersonna
Monday, December 19, 2011
He told me to Release
He told me to release.
He told me to let go of all my fears
To loosen that noose around my neck that seemed to get tighter every day in every way. So tight that The air in my lungs fight to expand. Feeling like two hands around them and choking. Eyes burning; Struggling to blink because it seems like another form of breathing.
He told be to pray. He spoke so clearly in my ear that if I was to raise my hand to him in such a Loving and devoted manner that my days would become brighter, nights I would sleep sounder, and Problems that plague me day to day would seem to disappear.
He told told be to release
He told that in this battle I am not alone, he has an army. One that willingly follows.
When questions arise the answer is already there, if you just wait for the vision to come form from Being so transparent. Its clear now to me the responsibility I have to have upon and that I must now Uphold. Truth be told, am I ready? To read so slowly and grasp the reality of this so visible destiny created just for me?
The one that he has already mapped out for me, but it is up to me by the choices and decisions I take to make sure that this goes through without a hitch.
The plan.
He told me to release.
He told me to let go of all my doubts and worries and take off my shoulders the burdens I carry not Only my own, but also the ones that I consider family. He said realize no matter how hard I may try But I can not help everyone at every moment, but the love and help I do give is greatly appreciated, Especially those you really do not deserve it.
He said I should embrace this gift he has given me to write and speak lyrically the emotions I'm feeling. To paint a picture so vividly, so u can see what I'm seeing, and feel what I'm feeling, to speak The words so daggerly that they split your ears and cut you deeply, but you forever remember them in Your brain. They play over and over again like song with a catchy beat or even better lyrics that Truthfully speak.
He told me to release.
He told me to let go of my past and embrace my future.
Keep steady in my present and what ever I go for to not be hesitant no matter how much I fear it. Understanding that this world and its actions are beyond crazy, but He brought me into this universe For a sole purpose.
Inevitability
He said I need to learn to love me first and the rest will follow, he said he didn't create me to be hollow. He expressed I should bring down my infinite wall and allow a man to love me for my all.
The one he created in the image of he to be with me. The Adam to my Eve. The rhythm to my beat.
The word in my street. The one to match my mind, body, and soul.
He told me to release.
He voiced to me to open my mind to the endless possibilities as scary and intimidating as they maybe. They can also be the most exciting. He said to leap out on faith and he would catch me and guide me the rest of the way. Be the ear I need to hear me when something weighs on my mind so heavily. He assured me that He would never bring me so far to leave me.
And I believe him.
So much so that if he told me to walk barefoot on broken glass blind folded and I wouldn't feel a thing, because he had my and said I am his child; to trust and love in him. I would do it. He told me To believe that through him, I can achieve all things, and anything is possible if I accept what may Seem unacceptable, and expect the unexpected. Everything directed to me. From Him.
He told me to release.
He warned me that there would be tests, obstacles, and battles that I will have to fight. He said there would be people that would try and drag me away from my path of life. Lead me astray. He told me to stand strong, and even if I was to displace myself I could always replace myself back into his arms. No worries.
No fear.
No harm.
Just forgiveness and unconditional love.
He made declaration that my salvation would not go unnoticed. He said to let go of all my tears, the One's I have had bottled up for years. Shed them to replenish my soul and cleanse my spirit. He said He's going to kiss my heart to heal it and wrap his arms around me to tend to my wounds. He told me To let go of the anguish and allow Him to replace it with tenderness.
Our father.
My father.
The Almighty.
His declaration of He loved me gave me new meaning.
He told me to release and I did.
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To loosen that noose around my neck that seemed to get tighter every day in every way. So tight that The air in my lungs fight to expand. Feeling like two hands around them and choking. Eyes burning; Struggling to blink because it seems like another form of breathing.
He told be to pray. He spoke so clearly in my ear that if I was to raise my hand to him in such a Loving and devoted manner that my days would become brighter, nights I would sleep sounder, and Problems that plague me day to day would seem to disappear.
He told told be to release
He told that in this battle I am not alone, he has an army. One that willingly follows.
When questions arise the answer is already there, if you just wait for the vision to come form from Being so transparent. Its clear now to me the responsibility I have to have upon and that I must now Uphold. Truth be told, am I ready? To read so slowly and grasp the reality of this so visible destiny created just for me?
The one that he has already mapped out for me, but it is up to me by the choices and decisions I take to make sure that this goes through without a hitch.
The plan.
He told me to release.
He told me to let go of all my doubts and worries and take off my shoulders the burdens I carry not Only my own, but also the ones that I consider family. He said realize no matter how hard I may try But I can not help everyone at every moment, but the love and help I do give is greatly appreciated, Especially those you really do not deserve it.
He said I should embrace this gift he has given me to write and speak lyrically the emotions I'm feeling. To paint a picture so vividly, so u can see what I'm seeing, and feel what I'm feeling, to speak The words so daggerly that they split your ears and cut you deeply, but you forever remember them in Your brain. They play over and over again like song with a catchy beat or even better lyrics that Truthfully speak.
He told me to release.
He told me to let go of my past and embrace my future.
Keep steady in my present and what ever I go for to not be hesitant no matter how much I fear it. Understanding that this world and its actions are beyond crazy, but He brought me into this universe For a sole purpose.
Inevitability
He said I need to learn to love me first and the rest will follow, he said he didn't create me to be hollow. He expressed I should bring down my infinite wall and allow a man to love me for my all.
The one he created in the image of he to be with me. The Adam to my Eve. The rhythm to my beat.
The word in my street. The one to match my mind, body, and soul.
He told me to release.
He voiced to me to open my mind to the endless possibilities as scary and intimidating as they maybe. They can also be the most exciting. He said to leap out on faith and he would catch me and guide me the rest of the way. Be the ear I need to hear me when something weighs on my mind so heavily. He assured me that He would never bring me so far to leave me.
And I believe him.
So much so that if he told me to walk barefoot on broken glass blind folded and I wouldn't feel a thing, because he had my and said I am his child; to trust and love in him. I would do it. He told me To believe that through him, I can achieve all things, and anything is possible if I accept what may Seem unacceptable, and expect the unexpected. Everything directed to me. From Him.
He told me to release.
He warned me that there would be tests, obstacles, and battles that I will have to fight. He said there would be people that would try and drag me away from my path of life. Lead me astray. He told me to stand strong, and even if I was to displace myself I could always replace myself back into his arms. No worries.
No fear.
No harm.
Just forgiveness and unconditional love.
He made declaration that my salvation would not go unnoticed. He said to let go of all my tears, the One's I have had bottled up for years. Shed them to replenish my soul and cleanse my spirit. He said He's going to kiss my heart to heal it and wrap his arms around me to tend to my wounds. He told me To let go of the anguish and allow Him to replace it with tenderness.
Our father.
My father.
The Almighty.
His declaration of He loved me gave me new meaning.
He told me to release and I did.
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Sunday, December 18, 2011
Listen
Listen to the silent cries no one wants to hear, falling on deaf ears the cries of a child.
Where are the one's to protect them. Hold them close tell them that everything will be OK. Instead the woman who brought them into this world has strayed. Daddy never to been seen by the light of day because he says "That ain't my baby."
You the saying, momma's baby daddy's maybe. In this case though momma wasn't anywhere to be found. Growing up, raised by the streets. Bounced from house to house, none which you stayed long enough to call a home. A home to say you laid your head to rest. That all fears never made it past the front gates. But instead every night when you laying in your bed, holding the only thing you love for dear life shaking and waiting because you know another piece of you is going to die that night. To them, your just another government check. Just another bank number. Just another faceless child.
Worn down shoes and tattered clothing. Barely food to eat because "Mommy dearest" used the money for a new Gucci instead of filling up the fridge. So instead of a hot meal, you reduced to cold grits and spoiled milk, but for even that you are thankful.
Listen to the silent cries no one wants to hear, falling on deaf ears the cries of a child. Since you had no one to turn to the violence is what consumed you.
Angry.
Lashing out in school to gain some sort of attention just to hear the words "I care about you." Even if it's from a teacher. Even though you know, they say it to all their students, but those words you still hold close to heart. Sooner than later stopped meaning anything and you go out to find that,
Acceptance.
From of group of people who mean you no good, but they bring you into their "family" by either a beating or a gang fucking. You'll do what ever you have to do in order to fill that void of
Loving missing that
Nurturing. Not really knowing what that feels like, so this substitute will have to do. Following your new found family.
Introduction to drugs and drinking to numb your pain
Sex to forget that this reality every existed, but that only lasted for a brief minute.
Listen to the silent cries no one wants to hear, falling on deaf ears the cries of a child. Now 18, been doing this gang thing. Running the streets all wild. Selling crack to the addicts; even the pregnant ones, but you don't care. You never had a mother or father that was there. Hell in your mind you saving the little bastard for enduring the life that you did. A mother and fatherless child. So deep in the game, so many court case, been put on probation and heart is Calais and cold now. The place where your soul should be is filled with poison. And every happy child with a family you see; is you enemy because you're filled with jealously and envy. Hatred and shame and everyone is blamed for you unhappiness.
That night you decide to empty what little feelings you had left into alcohol body that your "family" provided. Decided to get as high as you could that night and sex as many willing people as you could. Then to pass out in a high and drunken stupor. After that night not only your mind, but your body wasn't feeling right. You told your "family" how you were feeling and their words to you was to "Shake it off."
So you did.
Weeks and weeks go by and still your physical hasn't gotten better, yet the symptoms have increased. Irratic heart beats. Always feeling sleepy. No appetite and your losing weight dramatically. Dragging yourself into emergency to finally see what was happening. Blood was drawn and test were taken. You swore you heard the doctor mistaken when he told you had contracted H.I.V. How much worse could you life be? Is the question you asked yourself. Leaving the office, heading home to tell your "family" the devasting news. They didn't take it so easy, and surprisingly to you; they disowned you. Kicked you out on ass, with no where to go. No one else to turn to. No extra money. No food. Just the clothes on your back. Broken and even more dishearted, you took the gun that your "family" have given you for protection. With the last little bit of money to your name you got a motel room. Pacing back and forth with the gun in hand. Tears falling from your eyes. The first time in years you have ever cried. You look up at the ceiling and scream "WHY LORD WHY!" Dropping to your knees waiting for an answer, but again, you hear nothing. Wiping soggy eyes and raising the gun to your temple, deciding to make death quick and simple. Squeezing the tigger, as you try to remember any happy times in your past. Nothing comes to mind. So quietly you cry..
POW.
Alone..
You die..
Listen to the silent cries no one wants to hear, falling on deaf ears the cries of a child.
Copyright 2011 © PrettyWomanPersonna
Where are the one's to protect them. Hold them close tell them that everything will be OK. Instead the woman who brought them into this world has strayed. Daddy never to been seen by the light of day because he says "That ain't my baby."
You the saying, momma's baby daddy's maybe. In this case though momma wasn't anywhere to be found. Growing up, raised by the streets. Bounced from house to house, none which you stayed long enough to call a home. A home to say you laid your head to rest. That all fears never made it past the front gates. But instead every night when you laying in your bed, holding the only thing you love for dear life shaking and waiting because you know another piece of you is going to die that night. To them, your just another government check. Just another bank number. Just another faceless child.
Worn down shoes and tattered clothing. Barely food to eat because "Mommy dearest" used the money for a new Gucci instead of filling up the fridge. So instead of a hot meal, you reduced to cold grits and spoiled milk, but for even that you are thankful.
Listen to the silent cries no one wants to hear, falling on deaf ears the cries of a child. Since you had no one to turn to the violence is what consumed you.
Angry.
Lashing out in school to gain some sort of attention just to hear the words "I care about you." Even if it's from a teacher. Even though you know, they say it to all their students, but those words you still hold close to heart. Sooner than later stopped meaning anything and you go out to find that,
Acceptance.
From of group of people who mean you no good, but they bring you into their "family" by either a beating or a gang fucking. You'll do what ever you have to do in order to fill that void of
Loving missing that
Nurturing. Not really knowing what that feels like, so this substitute will have to do. Following your new found family.
Introduction to drugs and drinking to numb your pain
Sex to forget that this reality every existed, but that only lasted for a brief minute.
Listen to the silent cries no one wants to hear, falling on deaf ears the cries of a child. Now 18, been doing this gang thing. Running the streets all wild. Selling crack to the addicts; even the pregnant ones, but you don't care. You never had a mother or father that was there. Hell in your mind you saving the little bastard for enduring the life that you did. A mother and fatherless child. So deep in the game, so many court case, been put on probation and heart is Calais and cold now. The place where your soul should be is filled with poison. And every happy child with a family you see; is you enemy because you're filled with jealously and envy. Hatred and shame and everyone is blamed for you unhappiness.
That night you decide to empty what little feelings you had left into alcohol body that your "family" provided. Decided to get as high as you could that night and sex as many willing people as you could. Then to pass out in a high and drunken stupor. After that night not only your mind, but your body wasn't feeling right. You told your "family" how you were feeling and their words to you was to "Shake it off."
So you did.
Weeks and weeks go by and still your physical hasn't gotten better, yet the symptoms have increased. Irratic heart beats. Always feeling sleepy. No appetite and your losing weight dramatically. Dragging yourself into emergency to finally see what was happening. Blood was drawn and test were taken. You swore you heard the doctor mistaken when he told you had contracted H.I.V. How much worse could you life be? Is the question you asked yourself. Leaving the office, heading home to tell your "family" the devasting news. They didn't take it so easy, and surprisingly to you; they disowned you. Kicked you out on ass, with no where to go. No one else to turn to. No extra money. No food. Just the clothes on your back. Broken and even more dishearted, you took the gun that your "family" have given you for protection. With the last little bit of money to your name you got a motel room. Pacing back and forth with the gun in hand. Tears falling from your eyes. The first time in years you have ever cried. You look up at the ceiling and scream "WHY LORD WHY!" Dropping to your knees waiting for an answer, but again, you hear nothing. Wiping soggy eyes and raising the gun to your temple, deciding to make death quick and simple. Squeezing the tigger, as you try to remember any happy times in your past. Nothing comes to mind. So quietly you cry..
POW.
Alone..
You die..
Listen to the silent cries no one wants to hear, falling on deaf ears the cries of a child.
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Swimming
Your my motivation.
Push me to my limitation.
On the brink of glorious orgasm
My body starts to spasm
Calling for Jesus, Mary, and Joseph above.
Surround by,
Engulfed with you love.
Your Dick to my pussy is like OJ Simpson to that Glove.
Tight.
Your verbal ejaculation leads me to mental stimulation
Leaving pools of nastiness to swim around in my brain.
Every lustful thought is wrapped around your name.
Can I say it?
Speak those words that makes my inner specimen tingle
Touch those spots that cause my 98 degrees temperature rise
Up off the charts.
Seduction at its finest.
Seduction as an art.
Just to think this all started with a wink of an eye
A curl of the lips
Body language speaking volumes without words being uttered
But once collided the orchestra sounds
The instruments playing are only our lungs
Moans
Groans
And screaming sounds
Body slapping against body like its a round of applause.
Then the pause
Because your not ready yet.
Flip me like the pages of a book.
Use your finger to read my frame.
Replace it with your tongue and trace your name.
Toes curling.
Perception whirling.
Breathing almost coming to a halt.
Trying to catch it, but its running at full speed out of me.
Heart beating so hard.
So fast.
So hard
So fast
SO HARD
SO FAST
Finally the wind escapes me.
I see stars in front of me.
A pool beneath me..
Care to go swimming.?
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Push me to my limitation.
On the brink of glorious orgasm
My body starts to spasm
Calling for Jesus, Mary, and Joseph above.
Surround by,
Engulfed with you love.
Your Dick to my pussy is like OJ Simpson to that Glove.
Tight.
Your verbal ejaculation leads me to mental stimulation
Leaving pools of nastiness to swim around in my brain.
Every lustful thought is wrapped around your name.
Can I say it?
Speak those words that makes my inner specimen tingle
Touch those spots that cause my 98 degrees temperature rise
Up off the charts.
Seduction at its finest.
Seduction as an art.
Just to think this all started with a wink of an eye
A curl of the lips
Body language speaking volumes without words being uttered
But once collided the orchestra sounds
The instruments playing are only our lungs
Moans
Groans
And screaming sounds
Body slapping against body like its a round of applause.
Then the pause
Because your not ready yet.
Flip me like the pages of a book.
Use your finger to read my frame.
Replace it with your tongue and trace your name.
Toes curling.
Perception whirling.
Breathing almost coming to a halt.
Trying to catch it, but its running at full speed out of me.
Heart beating so hard.
So fast.
So hard
So fast
SO HARD
SO FAST
Finally the wind escapes me.
I see stars in front of me.
A pool beneath me..
Care to go swimming.?
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Saturday, December 17, 2011
Monday, December 12, 2011
I Want To
I want to
be the one to make you bite your lip when I walk by
Cause your blood pressure to rise
heart rate to increase
Cotton mouth when you part your lips to speak
But nothing come out..
And when words finally form
It's my name that rolls off your lips
Like a leaky faucet...
You can't stop it..
But then why would you want to...
Those nights when I'm not there
You reach for your phone to dial my number
Just to hear me say "hello"
The sweetness of my voice eases your mind
But hardens that flesh
That tendon
That muscle... so much its causing you to...
Want to...
You want to...
Hear me stroke my...
Oh my...
Its been so long since you've touch my...
So you have to settle for...
The moans..
Groans..
Ooo's and Ahh
I want to.... Do you..?
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be the one to make you bite your lip when I walk by
Cause your blood pressure to rise
heart rate to increase
Cotton mouth when you part your lips to speak
But nothing come out..
And when words finally form
It's my name that rolls off your lips
Like a leaky faucet...
You can't stop it..
But then why would you want to...
Those nights when I'm not there
You reach for your phone to dial my number
Just to hear me say "hello"
The sweetness of my voice eases your mind
But hardens that flesh
That tendon
That muscle... so much its causing you to...
Want to...
You want to...
Hear me stroke my...
Oh my...
Its been so long since you've touch my...
So you have to settle for...
The moans..
Groans..
Ooo's and Ahh
I want to.... Do you..?
Copyright 2011 © PrettyWomanPersonna
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Emotions
That moment when you are full of emotions and stubbornly they don't want to come out, you can't express how you feel because they feel like they are stuck in quick sand and if any word of them is uttered they would start to sink dramatically. Feeling like a cup that is over flowing, but nothing is spilling. Ice frozen around words and no chisel to help release them. Speak them. Needing an X-ray to see through them.
Emotions.
That time when you feel like they don't exist. They were never there to begin with because every time you let a little of them seep out, they are tampered with and never left the same. When you keep trying over and over again, trying to rebuild that part of you that was left for dead. Destroyed so much so that you wanted to create a decoy.
Despair.
Rampantly bouncing of the subconscious of the conscious unable to be obtained. Leaving the body fatigued and drained. Causing the mind to work over time trying to decipher each feeling and the true meaning, but still at the same line for what seems like eternity only seconds have went by.
Despondency.
That instant when you want to scream, but nothing comes out. Kick, but you are paralyzed. Cry, but tear seem to be nonexistent. Trapped in the underlying folds of your subliminal, becoming much more than mental; reaching into your physical, becoming ill because titillation is unreal.
Empathy.
That interval when you stop feeling feelings. The inside of your vessel is empty and bare. Nothing but echo's heard from what use to be your heart. Your soul is null and void and the spirit you had that once was uplifted is now distant. Sucked into your cerebral black hole. Lost in your subjective brumuda triangle never to be felt again..
Melancholy.
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Emotions.
That time when you feel like they don't exist. They were never there to begin with because every time you let a little of them seep out, they are tampered with and never left the same. When you keep trying over and over again, trying to rebuild that part of you that was left for dead. Destroyed so much so that you wanted to create a decoy.
Despair.
Rampantly bouncing of the subconscious of the conscious unable to be obtained. Leaving the body fatigued and drained. Causing the mind to work over time trying to decipher each feeling and the true meaning, but still at the same line for what seems like eternity only seconds have went by.
Despondency.
That instant when you want to scream, but nothing comes out. Kick, but you are paralyzed. Cry, but tear seem to be nonexistent. Trapped in the underlying folds of your subliminal, becoming much more than mental; reaching into your physical, becoming ill because titillation is unreal.
Empathy.
That interval when you stop feeling feelings. The inside of your vessel is empty and bare. Nothing but echo's heard from what use to be your heart. Your soul is null and void and the spirit you had that once was uplifted is now distant. Sucked into your cerebral black hole. Lost in your subjective brumuda triangle never to be felt again..
Melancholy.
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Friday, December 9, 2011
Vanished
That image you formed from your imagination. From the shape of the eyes to the thickness of the thighs; the person you envisioned me to be.
Simply vanished.
Words spoken so softly in your ear, you could swear I was sitting right next to you. My fragrance lingers in the air. You could swear I just walked past you. The smile on my face. You could swear I was standing right in front of you.
I'm just a vision simply vanished.
From the taste of my lips, to the sway of my hips and the softness of my skin.
I'm just a vision simply vanished. Reaching out for me on those cold night. Staring at a picture of what use to be us, watching my image just disappear into thin air. Like I was never there, but you promise on everything; you swear you just saw me.
I'm just a vision simply vanished.
My laughter torments your ears. My features cast a permanent shadow on you brain. Causing you cold sweats and you to call out my name, but there is no answer. Just silence. My silhouette appears you come dashing near, just have the vision once again disappear. Going crazy maybe? Are you driving yourself insane. Trying to remember the last time you felt me touch on your frame. Sitting quietly. No lighting in the room. Thoughts going a mile a minute of what happened to me and you. Trying harder than ever for your imagination to yet again create something you thought was just perfect, but nothing seems to be the same. My portrait again seems to want to play games. Trick and treat on your membrane. And again you try and hold on, but in the blink of an instant I'm gone. I'm just an vision simply vanished.
As you try to breathe easy. Not worry about the images floating around of me. Damming me, because you claim my illusion is sweetly haunting you. Tears you shed. Beaded brow you wipe. All because you wish you could take back those words you said that night. Now all you see is my vision simple vanished.
Lady R © 2011
Simply vanished.
Words spoken so softly in your ear, you could swear I was sitting right next to you. My fragrance lingers in the air. You could swear I just walked past you. The smile on my face. You could swear I was standing right in front of you.
I'm just a vision simply vanished.
From the taste of my lips, to the sway of my hips and the softness of my skin.
I'm just a vision simply vanished. Reaching out for me on those cold night. Staring at a picture of what use to be us, watching my image just disappear into thin air. Like I was never there, but you promise on everything; you swear you just saw me.
I'm just a vision simply vanished.
My laughter torments your ears. My features cast a permanent shadow on you brain. Causing you cold sweats and you to call out my name, but there is no answer. Just silence. My silhouette appears you come dashing near, just have the vision once again disappear. Going crazy maybe? Are you driving yourself insane. Trying to remember the last time you felt me touch on your frame. Sitting quietly. No lighting in the room. Thoughts going a mile a minute of what happened to me and you. Trying harder than ever for your imagination to yet again create something you thought was just perfect, but nothing seems to be the same. My portrait again seems to want to play games. Trick and treat on your membrane. And again you try and hold on, but in the blink of an instant I'm gone. I'm just an vision simply vanished.
As you try to breathe easy. Not worry about the images floating around of me. Damming me, because you claim my illusion is sweetly haunting you. Tears you shed. Beaded brow you wipe. All because you wish you could take back those words you said that night. Now all you see is my vision simple vanished.
Lady R © 2011
Breakfast
As I picked up my clothes off the floor and headed to my bedroom, it took everything in my power not to turn my ass back around and finish what I started. I didn't mean to turn myself on by teasing him, but damnit I did. I shook my head at myself as I walked into my bathroom and got ready for bed. Walking back out; I saw the candles had been blown out. (I hope he's not to mad at me) I snickered while climbing into bed. Turning out my lights, I tried to drift off to sleep my. My mind was racing with all sorts of naughty thoughts. I wanted to act on them, but I didn't want to move so fast. (damn he so sexy to me.) Forcing the thoughts out my head, and closed my eyes to sleep. My body was temperature started rising and my pussy started talking to me; I could swear she was cursing me out because I teased the shit out of her. I stuffed a pillow between my legs trying to shut my pussy the fuck up, and again tried to go to sleep. Finally I started to drift off. I could still feel his lips all over me; my chest, my neck, my thighs, my lips, both sets. Next thing I know my fingers tap dancing on my throbbing clit and I started moaning. Louder than I wanted, but it started feeling so good. (I hope he don't hear me. Then again, maybe he should.) I stopped when I thought I heard foot steps, but I guess my imagination was running away with me. Finally being able to release myself. I went to sleep.
Stretching and looking at the clock, the time said 9:30am. Grabbing my tank top and sweats, I went to the bathroom to freshening up, then headed to the kitchen. I could smell something delicious coming from there. (I know he didn't cook breakfast) I thought to myself smiling. Sure enough he did. He was in the kitchen with just his boxers on. Looking good as ever. I stopped and leaned against the door. Turning around he smiled at me. "Good morning lovely", he said. Smiling back I replied "Good morning Hun." "It's almost ready, have a seat." I sat down at the table where he had fresh fruit cut up in a bowl and my orange juice already waiting for me. Breakfast was done. He sat a plate of waffles, eggs, and turkey bacon in front of me. (Damn and he can cook, major plus).
"So how did you sleep." He asked. "Pretty good." (I lied) I saw a smirk cross his lips as he sat down next to me with his plate. "And what is that little smile for." I asked him. "Oh nothing." He said.
"Uh huh." I continued to eat my food. We made more small talk and talked about what was on the agenda for today. I told him I planned on taking him on a tour of the city. Hitting up the mall for or movies, maybe even the aquarium. "Anything you want to do." He said. "Okay." Was my reply. We finished the food on our plates and the last thing left was the bowl of fruit. He picked up a piece of the peach slice and ate. The juice dripped down his chin and the bad girl in me was starting to awaken yet again. "Why you looking at me like that?" He asked. I guess I was staring. "Nothing. I said. I picked up a piece of pineapple and slowly sucked the juices from it before twirling my tongue around it and putting it in my mouth. "Oh so that's how you going to play it huh." He asked.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just eating my fruit bowl. (I knew damn well what I was doing; teasing."
"Oh, I can see that." He said. "But let me help you with that." He pulled me closer to him; taking a piece of watermelon he rubbed it across my lips and then kissed me sucking the juices away. (Damnit boy) was all I could think of. He then took the same piece of fruit and rubbed it across my neck and quickly his tongue and lips attacked me. Whimpers of pleasure left my lips. He whispered in my ear; "You like that don't you." I just nodded my head yes. "Stand up." He demanded. I did what I was told. He removed my tank top, leaving me topless in my kitchen. Picking up another piece of fruit he dipped it in my glass of juice and let it drip down my chest. Biting my lip I couldn't wait to feel to his lips on my nipples again. The juices dripped all the way down my stomach. Where the juice dripped his lips went. Then..omg then unexpectedly; he lifted my off my feet and sat me on the table. I was shocked and excited at the same time. He massaged my thighs through my sweats, moving his hand upward towards my pussy. I knew he could feel the heat coming between my thighs. (Shit, that feels good). I closed my eyes and enjoyed my pussy massage.
"Hm, these sweats are in the way of the real fruit I want to taste." He said as he got up from the table. Reaching in the drawer he pulled out some scissors and cut the crotch out of my pants! I don't know why, but that shit instantly made me gush. He saw it. Then he took a piece of strawberry; opened my legs wide, and placed it in my pussy. (Oh shit!) Then he pushed a pineapple inside and then a grape.
"What are you doing?" I asked. He didn't answer. He got up again and got the whip cream I didn't know he had bought from the fridge. Shaking it he layered my pussy with it. I asked again, "What are you doing?" He looked up at me as he sat down; "I'm having my fruit bowl. Do you mind?" Before I could even reply, his face was between my legs. His tongue was diving deep into my me. I held his head in place as he sucked the fruit out of me. (Damn it!). His finger worked my clits the same time his tongue did. I heard a "pop" sound every time he sucked a piece of fruit out. Rubbing his head I pleaded with him not to stop, to go faster, slower, harder, deeper. I begged him to fuck this pussy with his tongue. It was getting so good I started speaking in tongues! He nibbled and tugged a little at my clit. I love a little pain with my pleasure. He placed on leg on his shoulder and really got in there. I was now laying down on the table. He pinched my nipples as he ate his fruit. Smacked my thighs. Then flipped me over to dig in from the back. Spraying my body once again with the whip cream, he licked me from the small of my back, from the bottom and back up to the top of the pussy. I was so ready to bust a nut. I knew he could tell. He had super suction going on with my clit. My moans turned into yells. I'm sure who ever was walking by my door that morning heard an ear full. Like I gave a shit lol. "Give me that juiciness." He said as he smacked my ass repeatedly. I tooted my ass as high as I could so he could get as far in there with his tongue as possible. That he did. That tongue of his was so thick, fat, and hard. I feel like I just described his beautiful ass dick, which I knew had to be hard right now. Thinking about that dick I passed up lastnight had my pussy craving to feel him; so much so I was about to get this first nut out and get ready for the real round. Long hard licks, followed by tornado flickering on my clit was about to send me over the edge. Screaming out baby, daddy, papi, fuck I'm about to cum! And he stops.
"Wait?! what you are doing?" I asked with a shocked look on my face. "Oh, I'm out of fruit, so I guess breakfast is done. Then he smiled and walked out the kitchen. (WHAT THE FUCK!?) ugh.
Stretching and looking at the clock, the time said 9:30am. Grabbing my tank top and sweats, I went to the bathroom to freshening up, then headed to the kitchen. I could smell something delicious coming from there. (I know he didn't cook breakfast) I thought to myself smiling. Sure enough he did. He was in the kitchen with just his boxers on. Looking good as ever. I stopped and leaned against the door. Turning around he smiled at me. "Good morning lovely", he said. Smiling back I replied "Good morning Hun." "It's almost ready, have a seat." I sat down at the table where he had fresh fruit cut up in a bowl and my orange juice already waiting for me. Breakfast was done. He sat a plate of waffles, eggs, and turkey bacon in front of me. (Damn and he can cook, major plus).
"So how did you sleep." He asked. "Pretty good." (I lied) I saw a smirk cross his lips as he sat down next to me with his plate. "And what is that little smile for." I asked him. "Oh nothing." He said.
"Uh huh." I continued to eat my food. We made more small talk and talked about what was on the agenda for today. I told him I planned on taking him on a tour of the city. Hitting up the mall for or movies, maybe even the aquarium. "Anything you want to do." He said. "Okay." Was my reply. We finished the food on our plates and the last thing left was the bowl of fruit. He picked up a piece of the peach slice and ate. The juice dripped down his chin and the bad girl in me was starting to awaken yet again. "Why you looking at me like that?" He asked. I guess I was staring. "Nothing. I said. I picked up a piece of pineapple and slowly sucked the juices from it before twirling my tongue around it and putting it in my mouth. "Oh so that's how you going to play it huh." He asked.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just eating my fruit bowl. (I knew damn well what I was doing; teasing."
"Oh, I can see that." He said. "But let me help you with that." He pulled me closer to him; taking a piece of watermelon he rubbed it across my lips and then kissed me sucking the juices away. (Damnit boy) was all I could think of. He then took the same piece of fruit and rubbed it across my neck and quickly his tongue and lips attacked me. Whimpers of pleasure left my lips. He whispered in my ear; "You like that don't you." I just nodded my head yes. "Stand up." He demanded. I did what I was told. He removed my tank top, leaving me topless in my kitchen. Picking up another piece of fruit he dipped it in my glass of juice and let it drip down my chest. Biting my lip I couldn't wait to feel to his lips on my nipples again. The juices dripped all the way down my stomach. Where the juice dripped his lips went. Then..omg then unexpectedly; he lifted my off my feet and sat me on the table. I was shocked and excited at the same time. He massaged my thighs through my sweats, moving his hand upward towards my pussy. I knew he could feel the heat coming between my thighs. (Shit, that feels good). I closed my eyes and enjoyed my pussy massage.
"Hm, these sweats are in the way of the real fruit I want to taste." He said as he got up from the table. Reaching in the drawer he pulled out some scissors and cut the crotch out of my pants! I don't know why, but that shit instantly made me gush. He saw it. Then he took a piece of strawberry; opened my legs wide, and placed it in my pussy. (Oh shit!) Then he pushed a pineapple inside and then a grape.
"What are you doing?" I asked. He didn't answer. He got up again and got the whip cream I didn't know he had bought from the fridge. Shaking it he layered my pussy with it. I asked again, "What are you doing?" He looked up at me as he sat down; "I'm having my fruit bowl. Do you mind?" Before I could even reply, his face was between my legs. His tongue was diving deep into my me. I held his head in place as he sucked the fruit out of me. (Damn it!). His finger worked my clits the same time his tongue did. I heard a "pop" sound every time he sucked a piece of fruit out. Rubbing his head I pleaded with him not to stop, to go faster, slower, harder, deeper. I begged him to fuck this pussy with his tongue. It was getting so good I started speaking in tongues! He nibbled and tugged a little at my clit. I love a little pain with my pleasure. He placed on leg on his shoulder and really got in there. I was now laying down on the table. He pinched my nipples as he ate his fruit. Smacked my thighs. Then flipped me over to dig in from the back. Spraying my body once again with the whip cream, he licked me from the small of my back, from the bottom and back up to the top of the pussy. I was so ready to bust a nut. I knew he could tell. He had super suction going on with my clit. My moans turned into yells. I'm sure who ever was walking by my door that morning heard an ear full. Like I gave a shit lol. "Give me that juiciness." He said as he smacked my ass repeatedly. I tooted my ass as high as I could so he could get as far in there with his tongue as possible. That he did. That tongue of his was so thick, fat, and hard. I feel like I just described his beautiful ass dick, which I knew had to be hard right now. Thinking about that dick I passed up lastnight had my pussy craving to feel him; so much so I was about to get this first nut out and get ready for the real round. Long hard licks, followed by tornado flickering on my clit was about to send me over the edge. Screaming out baby, daddy, papi, fuck I'm about to cum! And he stops.
"Wait?! what you are doing?" I asked with a shocked look on my face. "Oh, I'm out of fruit, so I guess breakfast is done. Then he smiled and walked out the kitchen. (WHAT THE FUCK!?) ugh.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Tick Tock
Tick...Tock
Splish
Splash
Moans and groans
Fingers tease
Yet they please me
Until I can get to you
Strong tongue
Even stronger back
Deep stroke
The pussy
Make me arch my back
To go in deep
Deep
Deep into the wettest of caves
Tick...Tock
Splish
Splash
Sounds heard so clearly
As the pointer and index finger
Take a ride on the
Tidal wave of
Pleasure
Feel the warm wet treasure
Muscles tighten and loosen around them
Tick...Tock
Splish
Splash
Drip..
Drip..
Drip. Puddle forming under me
MMM
Ohhh
Shit...
The feeling is intensifying
Nipples hardening
Toes starting to curl
Gushy
Wet
Splish fingers going in and out
Splashing wetness around the swollen clit
Throbbing
Ready
Tick...Tock
Time seems to stop....
Erotic sounds fill the room
As the body jerks involuntarily
The velet feeling comes over me.
Soothing..
Sleepy..
Tick..
Tock..
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Splish
Splash
Moans and groans
Fingers tease
Yet they please me
Until I can get to you
Strong tongue
Even stronger back
Deep stroke
The pussy
Make me arch my back
To go in deep
Deep
Deep into the wettest of caves
Tick...Tock
Splish
Splash
Sounds heard so clearly
As the pointer and index finger
Take a ride on the
Tidal wave of
Pleasure
Feel the warm wet treasure
Muscles tighten and loosen around them
Tick...Tock
Splish
Splash
Drip..
Drip..
Drip. Puddle forming under me
MMM
Ohhh
Shit...
The feeling is intensifying
Nipples hardening
Toes starting to curl
Gushy
Wet
Splish fingers going in and out
Splashing wetness around the swollen clit
Throbbing
Ready
Tick...Tock
Time seems to stop....
Erotic sounds fill the room
As the body jerks involuntarily
The velet feeling comes over me.
Soothing..
Sleepy..
Tick..
Tock..
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Her Self
Snatched from her..
Her Innocence
What struck her
Was fear
Ran down her cheeks tears of confusion
She thought if she closed her eyes tight
Enough it would be a
Delusion
Illusions of a nightmare, trying to wake and break free
From the beast that captured her there.
The pain of breaking and retraining muscles
Yells she thought would be answered but no one heard
Choking on her own saliva as they were muffled by her
Screams.
As the fight in her body slowly became extinct, she thought
To think that he got the best of
Me
Thighs bruised
Face swollen
Insides felt like were ripped to shreds.
Along with her dignity.
Integrity.
Purity.
When he's finish he leaves her body there.
Nothing left but a shell of what she use to be.
Her heart
Crushed...
Her soul
Frozen....
Her Spirit
Unknown....
She is so far gone. No longer can she sleep.
Without reliving her innocence being stolen away.
Played over and over in slow motion
Like pouring alcohol on an open and unhealing wound.
She can't talk about it. Lips won't permit her to form the words.
Numbness is all she feels as she stares into the blackest of nights.
She scrubs her skin until she turn red. Watching the blood rinse
Down the drain along with her innocence.
Her innocence...
Her sincerity...
Her righteousness...
Her Self...
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Her Innocence
What struck her
Was fear
Ran down her cheeks tears of confusion
She thought if she closed her eyes tight
Enough it would be a
Delusion
Illusions of a nightmare, trying to wake and break free
From the beast that captured her there.
The pain of breaking and retraining muscles
Yells she thought would be answered but no one heard
Choking on her own saliva as they were muffled by her
Screams.
As the fight in her body slowly became extinct, she thought
To think that he got the best of
Me
Thighs bruised
Face swollen
Insides felt like were ripped to shreds.
Along with her dignity.
Integrity.
Purity.
When he's finish he leaves her body there.
Nothing left but a shell of what she use to be.
Her heart
Crushed...
Her soul
Frozen....
Her Spirit
Unknown....
She is so far gone. No longer can she sleep.
Without reliving her innocence being stolen away.
Played over and over in slow motion
Like pouring alcohol on an open and unhealing wound.
She can't talk about it. Lips won't permit her to form the words.
Numbness is all she feels as she stares into the blackest of nights.
She scrubs her skin until she turn red. Watching the blood rinse
Down the drain along with her innocence.
Her innocence...
Her sincerity...
Her righteousness...
Her Self...
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Innocence of a Child
Can you see the admiration in their eyes
The appreciation in the touch
Reaching out for you because they love you so much.
The wanting to be close to you
You can do no wrong in their minds
The cries because they can't go with you
The smiles and outstretched arms to be
Wrapped up in yours.
The feel of their heart beat as they on your chest.
The songs you sing to them, the stories you read
The first steps they take.
To the first words they speak.
All have you weak in the knees
And your heart melts. Feelings before them have never been felt.
You sit and watch them as they sleep.
The reflection of you so tiny and sweet.
You'd do anything to keep them from harm in the world
Drying all tears that fall.
Kissing all scrapped up knees.
You're there to teach them right from wrong.
To show them how to grow up and be strong
Be independent.
Resilient.
They may ask questions that have you laugh out loud
Or wonder where they even came from.
It's up to use to tell the truth to them.
It's the way the look at you when your having a bad day
And all those stressors seem to go away.
It's the unconditional, unresentful love they show you
It's the I LOVE YOU MOMMY and DADDY they tell you.
It's the innocence of a child.
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The appreciation in the touch
Reaching out for you because they love you so much.
The wanting to be close to you
You can do no wrong in their minds
The cries because they can't go with you
The smiles and outstretched arms to be
Wrapped up in yours.
The feel of their heart beat as they on your chest.
The songs you sing to them, the stories you read
The first steps they take.
To the first words they speak.
All have you weak in the knees
And your heart melts. Feelings before them have never been felt.
You sit and watch them as they sleep.
The reflection of you so tiny and sweet.
You'd do anything to keep them from harm in the world
Drying all tears that fall.
Kissing all scrapped up knees.
You're there to teach them right from wrong.
To show them how to grow up and be strong
Be independent.
Resilient.
They may ask questions that have you laugh out loud
Or wonder where they even came from.
It's up to use to tell the truth to them.
It's the way the look at you when your having a bad day
And all those stressors seem to go away.
It's the unconditional, unresentful love they show you
It's the I LOVE YOU MOMMY and DADDY they tell you.
It's the innocence of a child.
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Saturday, December 3, 2011
The One that Got Away
Dear, Ex Love...
Do you remember me? I'm sure you do. I was the one you would call and say good morning too. The last voice you heard before you drifted off to sleep. I remember you use to tell me you were lucky to have me. Showered me with compliments endlessly. I fell in love with the words and the feelings, I feel in love with being in love. But it was so blinding to me. I wasn't the only one you were whispering sweet nothings to. I use to get those good morning texts, those "I'm thinking of you" through out the day messages. Then slowly words started decreasing, they were said with less feeling. Started seeing you less periodically. All the while you telling me that its me and only me. And again blindly, I believed you, well my heart wanted to. I took a lot of shit from you. Missing promised dates, with even an apology. Always saying I'll see you next week, but next week never came. Left me sitting at home alone. Staring blankly at my cellphone; wishing for a ring, a text, anything just to hear you tone sing. There was nothing. Then one morning, I woke up from this nightmare I tried to make a dream. Looked in the mirror and said "Baby, it's time to do me." Getting extra sexy, strapping on my heels, lacing my body with his favorite perfume, glossing my lips, and putting an extra sway in my hips.
Setting up just right, I made sure that I would see you tonight. I didn't want to break up over a phone call, text message; no that wasn't personal at all. I worked up enough courage to say good bye to you now all I need was you to be there to hear it.
Remember those nights when you came home late, or not come home at all. Recall those days we barely even talked? Well I do. I got tired of them and tired of you. It made no sense to be in a relationship with someone and felt like it was none. I had to call it quits I had to say I was done.
Every time you said I'm sorry boo, it won't happen again, I love you. Bullshit; keep it. I stopped falling for it.
Remember the last argument we had? You claimed I was lucky to have you. That you tolerated me all this time because you wanted to not because you had to. Honestly, I never asked you too. You told me I was a fool if I let you go. I told you no I'm a fool for trying to keep you. That was the best thing I could have ever done.
Now weeks have gone by. Months even years. I seen you the other day that's what prompted this letter. To show you that I'm not worse off, I'm much better. So I will end this letter by saying this...
Thanks for helping this Diva find her true bliss.
Sincerely, The One That Got Away.
Copyright 2011 © PrettyWomanPersonna
Do you remember me? I'm sure you do. I was the one you would call and say good morning too. The last voice you heard before you drifted off to sleep. I remember you use to tell me you were lucky to have me. Showered me with compliments endlessly. I fell in love with the words and the feelings, I feel in love with being in love. But it was so blinding to me. I wasn't the only one you were whispering sweet nothings to. I use to get those good morning texts, those "I'm thinking of you" through out the day messages. Then slowly words started decreasing, they were said with less feeling. Started seeing you less periodically. All the while you telling me that its me and only me. And again blindly, I believed you, well my heart wanted to. I took a lot of shit from you. Missing promised dates, with even an apology. Always saying I'll see you next week, but next week never came. Left me sitting at home alone. Staring blankly at my cellphone; wishing for a ring, a text, anything just to hear you tone sing. There was nothing. Then one morning, I woke up from this nightmare I tried to make a dream. Looked in the mirror and said "Baby, it's time to do me." Getting extra sexy, strapping on my heels, lacing my body with his favorite perfume, glossing my lips, and putting an extra sway in my hips. Setting up just right, I made sure that I would see you tonight. I didn't want to break up over a phone call, text message; no that wasn't personal at all. I worked up enough courage to say good bye to you now all I need was you to be there to hear it.
Remember those nights when you came home late, or not come home at all. Recall those days we barely even talked? Well I do. I got tired of them and tired of you. It made no sense to be in a relationship with someone and felt like it was none. I had to call it quits I had to say I was done.
Every time you said I'm sorry boo, it won't happen again, I love you. Bullshit; keep it. I stopped falling for it.
Remember the last argument we had? You claimed I was lucky to have you. That you tolerated me all this time because you wanted to not because you had to. Honestly, I never asked you too. You told me I was a fool if I let you go. I told you no I'm a fool for trying to keep you. That was the best thing I could have ever done.
Now weeks have gone by. Months even years. I seen you the other day that's what prompted this letter. To show you that I'm not worse off, I'm much better. So I will end this letter by saying this...
Thanks for helping this Diva find her true bliss.
Sincerely, The One That Got Away.
Copyright 2011 © PrettyWomanPersonna
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Penitentiary
How dare you invade my thoughts with your whispers and engrave your words in my memory.
Who gave you the right to seduce my imagination with such indignation as I have seen.
Intrude on my dreams so much so that I don't want to face reality.
Entrench my ears with words sweeter than sweetest of honey.
Entice my sense with the lingering scent of cologne.
You've infected my body with the disease of wanting you endlessly.
Causing me to want to surrender..
To submit.
How I try and retreat into my inner sanctum to find that you have made your dwelling there.
You sit there mocking me with your smug look, and smirking lips.
Disgusted I gravitate towards Ora; fighting with myself to keep my distance, but in every instance I find Myself face to face
Eye to eye
Nose to nose with you.
Lips barely touching; inside I'm fusing with how you were able to take over my space.
My place.
My reasoning.
My consciousness.
You burglarized my heart and left your blueprint on my soul with your substance
Permanently painted on the walls of my conception.
You leave your dedication of love to me.
Words and phrases...
Rerun
Repeatedly
Play over and over like a reproduction of a movie
One I never get weary of.
You see what you did? Left me a prisoner of my feelings
Of my sensuality.
Hostage of my temple.
How dare you presume that you own my desires..
Cause my valley flow
And ignite my inferno with just a glimpse of your face
A taste of your lips
A brush of your touch.
I'm nothing short of being captivated by you..
What am I to do..
I surrender.
I'm your prisoner
I'm cuffed to your spirit
Set me free from..
This mind set penitentiary.
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Who gave you the right to seduce my imagination with such indignation as I have seen.
Intrude on my dreams so much so that I don't want to face reality.
Entrench my ears with words sweeter than sweetest of honey.
Entice my sense with the lingering scent of cologne.
You've infected my body with the disease of wanting you endlessly.
Causing me to want to surrender..
To submit.
How I try and retreat into my inner sanctum to find that you have made your dwelling there.
You sit there mocking me with your smug look, and smirking lips.
Disgusted I gravitate towards Ora; fighting with myself to keep my distance, but in every instance I find Myself face to face
Eye to eye
Nose to nose with you.
Lips barely touching; inside I'm fusing with how you were able to take over my space.
My place.
My reasoning.
My consciousness.
You burglarized my heart and left your blueprint on my soul with your substance
Permanently painted on the walls of my conception.
You leave your dedication of love to me.
Words and phrases...
Rerun
Repeatedly
Play over and over like a reproduction of a movie
One I never get weary of.
You see what you did? Left me a prisoner of my feelings
Of my sensuality.
Hostage of my temple.
How dare you presume that you own my desires..
Cause my valley flow
And ignite my inferno with just a glimpse of your face
A brush of your touch.
I'm nothing short of being captivated by you..
What am I to do..
I surrender.
I'm your prisoner
I'm cuffed to your spirit
Set me free from..
This mind set penitentiary.
Copyright 2011 © PrettyWomanPersonna
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