The Temptress

Late night, body tangled in satin sheets.
Palms sweaty.
Through my thighs
I can feel the heat.
Clit pulsating like it has its own heart beat.
Moisture consuming my love below.
Fingers tracing down legs; roaming over the
Thickness of my thighs.
Eyes closed.
My imagination goes.
Into the vault of my naughty thoughts.
I push the buttons of the secret code;
And the door pops open, out sleaks
The sexy; untamed me.
The temptress with curled lips
As SHE/ME bites the bottom lip
How taunting.
Temptress emerses herself into me
Taking over my senses completely.
Idle hands work they way on this
Body playground, leaving no spot...
Untouched...
Pinching and twisting the already harden
Chocolate nipples
Sultry moans escape through my lips.
Even laying down, rolling my hips
With fingers slightly dipped into
The temptress SHE/ME.
Gentle graze of fingertips over the slightly
Swollen pinky. That's what I like to call her.
Any type of touch wakens her.
Thump thump, thump thump...I can feel her
Back and forth
Up and down
In a circular motion
I call her to come to attention; and she listens
Gushing wetness on my fingers
Shivers course through core
Legs
Spreading
Wide and the cold air hits her.
The Temptress SHE/ME
Has taken over..
No longer the innocense of my being can you see.
Heighten senses of edorphines released...
As fingers dance around the slipperyness;
In
And
Out of me
Slow and Fast
Finger flicking and inserting
Body temperature increasing..
Breathing
Becoming heavy...
Removing fingers I have to taste me.
Sweet
Sticky
The Temptress SHE/ME
Continues her reign of tourtous pleasure.
Instictly she controls me
Telling me to slap the pussy...
I can't fight it..
I obey.
Rubbing fingers quickly
Insertion
Deeply
G-spot feelings so hot
My body on the edge
Explosion
Breathing so irratic
The Temptress SHE/ME
Controls
Over powers
And wills the Orgasm
In
Me.
Faster
Deeper..
The deepest I can go..
OH
MY
GOD
Body implodes
Shutters
Studders
No words able to form..
Heart beat returns to the norm.
The Temptress SHE/ME
Exits
Finally..
She's sleep.

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The Strong Survive

We fight a battle as humans we sometimes can not win. In hopes that when we give all we have to give it is enough for those who are on the oppose sides to realize what the prize at stake is one that all species look for. Beaded brows. Cotton mouths. Racing thoughts. Damming feelings that we can NOT and WILL not control. When the battle starts; like obedient soldiers we fall in line, putting our Shields on and charging stead fast into it. Not looking back, eyes blazed with the goal in sight. We fight. We fight with everything we have. Weapons drawn, aimed and ready, we push forward. Tears burn our eyes, emotions bruise and beat us. Tearing us down to size. Yet we keep fighting. Despite all the land mines. No cautions. Stepping blinding into the field and unknowingly; trying to save our comrades from the ongoing, the mind blowing, body spasming pain. And as we protect, we leave selves vulnerable to attack. When it does, we throw up the white flag, and go peacefully, because it's finally captured thee. In this war we have learned to take the blows, even though they may knock you as low as the cold cement ground. We must tend to our wounds and get back up on weary feet. We can not admit defeat in the war of LOVE because only the strong survive.

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Writers Block

In the mood to write, but not sure what to write...sexual tension needs to be released, unleash this beast, so that the words can come so easily. I want you to read something sexy from me, ladies get in you lacy teddies and a glass of moscoto, cuddle up by the fire with the man you desire, what I write may cause an inner inferno. Fellas listen to her body as it begins to talk. The hum of her lips, the heave of her chest, the beat of her heart. The only song you should be listening to. As you read these words in front of you, I suggest you do as they tell you to do. take her in you arms. Allow him to be your knight in shining armor. Stare deep into her eyes. Allow him to see not just the beauty on the outside, but the genuine angel that lies within. Kiss her deeply. Passion from within her surrounds the two; sending on them highest of highs. While parts below in her valley begin to flow, and the member in between thy thighs becomes as hard as steel. True love of the two is soon to be revealed.

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Definition of My Writing

My true passion comes from exxpression of words, thoughts, and feelings...words that read creating thoughts you never real believed you could have and stirring feelings deep within your being wondering where they manifested from...yes my true passion comes from expression of self. The words being a journey through the mind of a woman's personna, her character, through me.

He Told Me

He told me... he was going to get me. He licked his lips so seductively and stared deep into my eyes..
He stepped closer to me and said, he's going to get me. He said he was going to make me cream and scream. Cream so hard that I could ice twenty-four doughnuts; scream so loud the sound vibrated windows and shattered glass. He told me he would eat me so good that trying to run from his tongue would be fruital and just make him go in  even more. He told me he would dig into me until my knees buckled. So much so that I would have to be massaged to release myself from that current position. To the point where I'd have his breakfast, lunch, and dinner ready when he asked for it. He told me that when he's done with me. The thought of his name would get me instantly gushy and it won't stop until he comes to me again....This is what he told me...And I crave it.


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Quote Me: Seventeen

Don't let the fear and frustration of falling in love decide your future. Step up and step out!

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When The Heart Speaks Part IV

The heart beats a mile a minute, the words spoken influentially to me, beckoning me to open my mind to the existing possibilities... yet to the contrary of the happenings, there is nothing happening because yet again, my existants is no longer exsisting, to the person I want to see me.
So, quick do we forget the long night conversations of verbal communication of how much you desire to be with me, apart of me. How my heart believed every word that you said to me. More than just on a friend level I wanted to receive the love you said you had for me, all you were doing was just waiting for me to be ready. Yet steadily you were telling me just the things I wanted to hear. I should have known better the first time you disappeared, that you would fool me again...


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Hmm

So where do I start? I guess from the beginning. I didn't know where or foresee where this would be ending. Wasn't even expecting things to turn out the way they did. What am I suppose to do when the heart that beats inside of me is calling for you? Friendship started, just casual chats and communication all led up to extreme mental stimulation. Conversations on other levels more than just a sexual attraction very much to my satisfaction we connected on so many heights. On a lot of nights our conversastions would be the high light of my night. I know it isn't right, but how can I help what I feel about you? Its a curse in disguise. A sin yet so tempting; I'd empty my all into you. Show you the real soft side, nothing to hide. Holding my head up high as I stride to make you realize that maybe if not certainly, I could be the woman for you.

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Quote Me Sixteen

The strongest yet weakest muscle in your body is your heart...

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Word Play Part II

I whisper sweetly, yet seductively into your ear. Feel my words wrap around your cortex. Seep into the most inner sacared santum. Unleash the beast within. Though it may be a sin, but one you can surely enjoy. Words tapping on your naughty thoughts, tickling on your freakish side; urging you to come out and play. Doesn't matter if its at night or the middle of the day. Not surprising that you are fighting. I like the thrill of the chase. I like the fact that you try to sustain how these words make you feel. How they make you weak in the knees, make your head spin, make you salivate; begging for a mear taste of these lips that speak these words and cause you to be a you that you didn't know exsisted. A you that you try and hide beneath a strong and tough exterior, but once I let these words linger, let them dance around your brain, that all gets exposed. Words creep down to your bones causing unvoluntary chills and unwanted sweats. Leaving sheets soaked with body presperation and cotton mouth from unknowingly drooling. Who are you fooling. Words get to you quickly. No real need in resisting. I know its tempting. So just listen as again I serve this word play to you.

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