The love of a dignified woman

I am drowning in the pool of want 
My love, should you pull me out and coax me in your arms 

Let me satiate your arousal, 

Let me be on my knees and worship you, my king 

I am a woman with dignity and hence untethered love for you 

Should I feel weak for wanting you to glaze me with your essence and let me shine your grace and glory on my skin 

Many would think I am a freak but the truth to that is knowns by you my love, I am an untamed rider, I will ride you dry until the hinges of my hips feel like they will disjoint from each other. 

Sometimes I wonder if I was made of rubber, how could you possibly fill yourself into my mouth and let me drink up your essence while deep in my throat. 

I am a woman well aware of what I want and who I am, my face is a shade of cuteness, my brains are opulent; filled with all kinds of beauty and nastiness. Tonight baby, I will show you what nasty looks like and tomorrow I will be your cuteness 

Tonight burry yourself st every orifice of my body and then say it… 

tell me… 

tell me I am the only one. 

The only one that you love, if not I will not let you release your essence inside me because I am a woman who knows what she wants and who she is… and I will not be played and disrespected 

Let’s Fuck

Famished, time is passing, eaten by the wind, nothing, there is nothing happening just us, eyes biddy and giddy, bodies excited and nervous, 

Time is passing and we are here, just sitting, eaten by the thoughts in our brains, burning like acid, bit by bit, No blinking nor speaking, holding hands we can’t leave 

We are closer than further, open than closed, tongues tempt to tie but lips are sealed, time is passing eaten by life and here we are sitting, we aren’t mortal, we don’t feel safe considering the explosions, we should be grateful we survived the wrath of our orgasm 

We have nothing, nothing to wear, bear and nothing to hide, my nipples are puckered, I ain’t trying to hide, you are growing turgid, you are hard, I am swollen, you have been here before, a few minutes ago and yet I still salivate at your sight, no I don’t mean my mouth, I mean my pussy, my mouth is dry, please water me

Time is passing, we should preserve it, nothing special just something sensual, exquisite and dangerous, how but we mingle, scratch this tingle, tell me which angle this time then 

Let’s Fuck. 

Discussion: two women? 

Here is a scenario. 

You recently met a girl and you are actually in a relationship. Let’s say her name is Melisa. So one day your girlfriends finds out that you have been seeing Mel and she doesn’t say anything and you don’t know that she knows about Mel. Then one day you are from work, or something, exhausted and all you need is your gf besides you, watching tv and just chilling basically. Then you go into your bedroom and find Mel and your girlfriend having sex. 

This is a real scenario, don’t think of it from a really sexual mindset, this is your wife and your sidechick having sex. 

What would you do? 

A naughty woman’s torment 

All four limbs were tied up at every corner of the bed. She had disappeared into the bathroom and he was becoming impatient and nonetheless turned on. She came out wearing her sexy lingerie, black lace thong and a matching bra accompanied by lace talkings and red stilettos. In her hand she held two glasses of wine and and a bucket of ice. She asked him if he was feeling hot and he grinned nodding his head, every inclination wishing he was able to pull her to his lips and kiss them like there is no next minute of life. 

She climbed up onto of him while a soft sexy song played at the background. She grind her hips on him her hands just a bit above his hard and erect manhood. She bit her lip caressing her hands all over her body throwing her head back making him wish he was able to touch her. Hell his hands were all itchy and wanting to feel her soft skin. He growled telling her how beautiful she was and how he would die to just touch her but she wasn’t going to let him. 

She leaned down her skin touching against his and she planted pepper kisses all over his chest, going up his neck while her finger nails softly caressed his arms tickling and awakening every cell of his body. “Fuck,” he breathed out and she captured his words into her mouth, kissing him breathless, her lips her tongue were all commandeering, letting him know that he was hers. He yanked his arms from the cuffs involuntarily as electricity pulses through his veins triggering him. He was used to be the hegemonic man of the house and he wasn’t used to letting his guard down, he was used to have her obedient and assuming the position with a strong hand. 

She grabbed the glass of wine and sat just above his abdomen. “Open your mouth” she told him and he didn’t take two more seconds, he was ready to recieve from her. She sipped the wine and leaned over to pour it into his mouth and he drank from her. “Good boy” she grinned lasciviously while her eyes leered in his, she poured  the blood red wine on his belly button and letting it slide down his chest, cold and chilling. She shuffled back; her ass was in the air and her mouth was licking the wine from his skin. He could run crazy already. She was ignoring his election as though it didn’t exist. She was playing with him, taking time because they had all the time in the world. She drank up again and when he opened his mouth this time she dived in with a kiss, the wine tasting in his mouth and also spilling all over him. But they kissed until the taste of the wine was gone and they could taste each other. She moaned, her heart swelled. Even if she was trying to be domineering to him, she was irrevocably in love with him. Words and actions felt too little to explain how much she was in love with him. 

She kissed him commencing from his mouth down his neck and down to his manhood. It stood tall and hungry. She caressed her finger like a feather against it and it pulsed. He was too intoxicated and very sensitive. She had taken her time and played around with him and he had had a hard on since he’d come home. She leaned down, had it close to her mouth but she simply breathed in his scent, taking him into her and that made him crazy. Her love for him was wordless but worthy. Her lips were like a feather close to touching his thin skin but also a bit away. Her warm breath was brushing across his man hood, her eyes were closed and she moved about it, just breathing his scent in. 

She grabbed the ice from the bucket of ice and put in her mouth her eyes gleaming with latent desires. She then leaned down to his thigh and ran the ice on his skin slowly with her mouth and when she got to his groin it had melted. So she grabbed another and this time, she placed her cold lips on his shaft and hastily replaced them with ice, he grunted out loud, there was a searing pain and pleasure as his shaft was turgid and painfully hard. The ice was painful but nice too, he was heaving and humming. She moved around his shaft in shapes and patterns. She took her time and tomented him heartlessly. Keeping the little ice in her mouth she held him tight with her hand and sheathed him into her mouth his bulbous sensitive head hitting on the ice in her mouth, he bellowed with pleasure and pain yet again and surprisingly he felt himself release his first shot of essence. She grinned while he was still in her mouth. 

He was becoming breathless, her torment was one he hadn’t prepared for and it had him crazy and constantly erect. She schelped him out of her mouth and swallowed his first shot. Then she went back and licked all of him before putting him back into her mouth and sucking him hard that he had his eyes rolling back. She was slurping, licking and sucking until he climaxed yet again. It was violent and knocking him weak. Then she didn’t waste time she climbed up and sheathed him inside her warmth in one take and he was back alive yet again. 

Leaving him inside she unlocked his wrists from the headboard and he immediately held her. He had craved that almost all night and she rode him with his hands touching her, and when her orgasm tore her onto shreds he was there to put her back together.  

Culmination 

You do realise that I have laid down my power and prowled into your supremacy, in thrall to your different kind of love. The kind that had my tongue dry of words and my mind clouded by sinful butterflies, my mouth moaning a song with no tune but the melody to your ears. 

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You do realise that I have relinquished my guard and pulled my hair down, so you could exert the culmination of love that will make history that’s never been made before. The love …a sin that is rather inconceivable due to the venture it is. 

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You do realise that I have stripped off every facade or feign, exposed myself to you. Yet you call me bodacious and I am left wondering whether that is your inclination to get what you want or if your words are true. 

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I am open to you. I have allowed you to fill every orifice of my body. Allowed you to vacate every part of me even my treacherous heart, I have opened my legs, showed you my biggest insecurities and exposed how human I am. 

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But you do realise that you will garner all that power I hand to you. Use it against me and breed the culmination of sex that is immeasurable and then leave. The cloying love story you create. That’s when you should also realise you are a blind man with a crystal clear sight, ungrateful and never deserving of the kind of woman I am. 

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But, you are sinful after all 
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And I will fall for your flattery again. At least for your shadow. 

I own it 

It would be a green ugly lie if I said I always live in reality 

My head is world of gold and fortune 

Sleek and fine 

Haters ashes, scattered in hell

My ashes are diamonds

Pose bitch 

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I dance

Barely dressed 

My body is a gracious vessel

A fountain of youth 

Bathing in this liquid gold 

My melanin popping

My highlight gold and brighter than your future 

I am owning it 

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I like giving you something to talk about 

A hegemonic figure of life 

I own every shit I have 

You own that malice, what do you have? 

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My eyes lascivious 

He said they pierce through his soul, 

My lips thick 

He says they are juicy, 

Cause I am damn owning it 

Own it bitch 

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Remind haters you the shit, 

The damn queen of your life

Let them play extras

And you be the lead role

My face on everything 

I’ll be your kid’s idol 

Your brother’s crush

Your boyfriend’s fantasy 

Bitch, I am owning it. 

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All of that glam 

Bad and boujie 

Own it 

A naughty woman: music of her thoughts 

She was on a train, commuting from work to her home in which it was a 45 minute ride and normally she would have a novel to entertain herself or She would have downloaded a film from Netflix. In fact she was obsessed with the TV show, the client list but that day she had nothing to do. So she plugged in her earphones and like commonly, her songs always had a pinch of sexuality in them. 
She was an erotic woman with dark intentions and interests when it came to her sexuality and recently she’d met a man, from work. He was kind, his demeanour was smart, intelligent but he wore no suit. In fact he was a man that worked outside a lot, a construction worker he was. He had came around a couple of time and he had never came to her work wearing smart nice and clean clothes. He always wore his work clothes, with mud and paint on them. His skin was almost a tan due to the sun and his arms looked manly, very veiny and strong. 

It was a first for her to be entranced at such measure especially with a man in muddy clothes. That day as she sat in the trained she recalled her day with him. He’d came round drenched, the weather had been shit – raining and windy. His shirt was pressing on his skin. Something about the wetness conjured a lot of imagery. Besides, his body was a masterpieces carved by a god of perfection, his smile – his teeth – fine and unreal but mostly his eyes and his lips, – she bit her lips – if she ever tasted those lips, if she ever laced hers with his, soft and gentle, rough and sexy; she would ride the crazy train to heaven. 

Then the song played. Dance for you by Beyoncé. She thought about him sat on a small couch with his arms resting on both arms of the sofa, his legs relaxed and lean. She imagined him leering at her with his dark blue eyes, so intense they burned am indelible imprint in her heart. She would be in a lingerie piece, a red one. Sexy with a similar bra supporting her huge tits. A red lipstick on her thick lips, her curly hair loose and wavy down her shoulders, black lace clip on stalkings and red long heeled stilletos. 

She would stand, see him bite on his lip with that sexy smirk playing in his lips, his fingers gripping on the arms of the sofa, digging deep as though playing in her soul. 

Her hips sway with the song, her hands on her body, caressing and loving. Hips sway, she moved with the song, getting down spreading her legs, gentle and romantic, dancing for him. Hips sway, biting on her lip, licking her fingers sensually, tracing them down her body, her eyes never strayed from his. He was bothered and wanting. Her hips sway, she moaned he groaned, she danced. 

The song morphs to Fuck you all the time by Jerimiah. She forgot she was on a train, all she knew was the song made her feel herself crawl on her knees to him. Kissing him, finally her lips laced with his. Her breath, her breath became a mist, so light and so weak to obtain but she would not let those lips go. Her hips grind on him, feeling his shaft harder between her legs. His lips on her neck, his breath a warm sweet lather tantalising and caressing like a feathers of a bird fleeting down her skin. His hands, rough from cement but the roughness somehow tomenting and spelling his power, his manliness and his desire. Sexually invigorating.

The song morphed into another, papi pacify by FKA twigs. The train could have passed her stop, she didn’t even remember she was on a train. The song propelled her onto her knees, her hands unbuckled his belt, pushed down his pants down and the man sprung free, red and turgid, taking her breath away. He was well endowed, precious – she salivated. Her fingers touched, caressed down his shaft. He pulled his head back humming. Her mouth covered him. Pleased him, the song played on the back ground, her mouth moved with it. His hips moved with it, his fingers tighter grasped with it. 

Then the song morphed to I can go deep a classic by silk. He flipped her, turned her and made her lie on the sofa with her legs wide open. He removed her clothes and when she attempted to push her heels off he stopped her and smacked her ass. 

“I want to Fuck you in them heels and don’t you dare take them off or else…” 

The song stopped and when she opened her eyes the train was just arriving on her stop. Only she knew the wetness that drenched her pants. She had to get home. 

Very soon. 

My sexual prodigy 

Hey guys, sorry I haven’t been posting often. It’s exam times and I am obsessed with my grades so I am studying. But I have a lot more planned and I will be back as soon as I write my exams. Thank you for the support and understanding and also thanks for following and reading my work. You are all stars 😘

My sexual Pridigy 


Let’s forsake the wrong and the right intuitions As there is no journey nor a story when it’s right 

And yet there is an adventure, the thrill, the danger and the insanity within the wrong. 

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The wrong would only unravel an intoxicating journey for us 

A journey you draw with your fingertips on my skin 

Fuelling life into my body,

See me respond with a shuddering shiver 

Knowing that I have been touched by the sinful hands of a prodigy. 

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My sexual prodigy 

A man who feels as though he fell from heaven 

With lust and desire honed to perfection by the flames of hell

Sinful and devilish 

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There is no harm in praising the dexterity of a man 

Only there is the danger of my falling heart

In which your hands are glazed with an exotic oil 

My heart will slip to the ground 

Glistening with your the exotic oil it will slip through

Hence, this night- you pounding me into heaven – will be and is a branded mark of steel.

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You are as mystic as Fuck 

Nothing could identify you 

Or claim to know you well

But this pussy knows you well 

Too well that it salivates in your presence

Drools at the sight of you 

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You are a man, 

Different from the head to the toe

You conjure my fears of waking up to an empty bed 

As though you are my phantasm 

And I had the most adventurous night in a dream The only way I will remember our night would be my incapability to walk, the marks of your grip 

The burning sensation on my ass cheeks

And my breaking heart. 

Damn you 

A naughty woman: Dark Paradise 

Hey guys here is a new series. A lot of people enjoyed the lucky man’s series. It is not over but I thought I will accompany it with this new one. I hope you enjoy this one too. 

She had been thinking. Over analysing her new quest. For years she had yearned for something that would defeat her wall, make it tumble down and unleash her vulnerability, her feminity. For years she had fantasies that almost made her feel ashamed, they were so lewd, so dirty and unhinged. So crazy she questioned her mentality. She even questioned her capability of indulging in them. 
Now there she was, owning multiple high ranking businesses, a woman with a lot of power a lot of dominance in her life and a lot of control. She wanted to lose it all at least for a week. She didn’t want anything permanent, she wanted a thrill, a taste. 
Tucking her beating heart at the back of her mind, she walked out of her car and walked towards the two doors that were guarded by two bulky men who were having a chart while smoking their cigarettes. 

Her legs trembled, her heart was beating at her throat. For a second she wanted to turn around and leave and think about this. She didn’t know what she was putting herself in, she didn’t know the measures taken in there, what she knew was that building held something that would quench this thirst and that would accommodate this empty hole in her desires. 

As she arrive at the doors a tall blond man stood before the door intimidatingly. 

“ID?” He questioned. She had left almost everything at home and she did look over 18 to be questioned about her ID. 

“I think I look old enough” she chuckled, her assertive tone slacking a bit. 

“She is no harm, Jace. Let her in” the one on the side spoke irkly while he inhaled his cigarette and blew the smoke into the air. 

“Never trust a woman that dresses like her to a sex club” 

“Why? Cause she looks like she will spank your hard ass?” The man snickered making Jace glare at him. 

“Listen Boys, my time here is measured and I am 28” She bulged through Jace’s hard body and yanked the door open while the other laughed saying “a sexy ass just done you over”. The comment made her smirk. She liked feeling powerful, the bravery that pumped inside her veins felt like a few shots of ecstasy. 

But that bravery was in for a test on that day. She walked into the corridor and took the stairs up to the club. Dark Paradise looked nothing like Dark paradise. According to her imagination, the place would have been painted in all hell red and blacks. But it was cozy, something so inconceivable for a sex club. Warm tones blended together, intricately and elegant, they had a way of calming her hyper pounding heart. 

The art on the walls spoke the eloquence of the club almost juxtaposing the cozy warm tones. 

She arrived up on the floor and walked down the hall way with some open room doors. Each room had some sexual activity happening. She stopped in the first door for a second, a man was securing some leather binds on a pretty black haired woman. The man was gifted, each knot he made with the black rope was an art work of a prodigy.

She walked away from the room and passed by the other where a woman had her mouth on another woman’s sex while her ass was being handled by an older man. Somehow her heart began wondering what it is she wanted because with all that she was seeing while she passed each room, it wasn’t what she wanted but it was as kinky as fuck. 

Maybe she had chosen a wrong thing to quench her desire but then she walked into a dim lit room, the red meroon like walls had a tinted red effect to the room. From left to right, something was happening, something was going on and that something made butterflies flip inside her stomach. 

One couple in particular, intrigued her. That man was tall and sexy. His body was athletic, his long hair was in curls. He wore nothing but some jeans that hanged low. The girl seemed young, if she were to guess she would say she was around early twenties. Men surrounded them but left enough space for her to see. Her wrists were tied above her head from the ceiling and her body was naked and vulnerable. The tall man held a flogger in his wrist, he held it so tight. 

He circled the girl looking around while he muttered that she was beautiful and the man was telling the truth. The girl had not even one flaw, her skin was milky soft and glowing like satin, she was a bit tan, wide hips and a narrow waist. Her tits were impeccable, full and round with protruding hard dark pink nipples. 
Her mouth went dry when the man’s sinful lips enveloped the hard nipple into his mouth and then hers puckered when he ran his teeth on the girl’s nipples and she emitted a breathing sound of pleasure and appreciation. The man smacked the breast and she hummed low drawing her neck back. He then caressed her behind before smacking it. 
Then he circled behind her and swung his flogger into the air, returning it sharply across the blond girl’s back. She grunted, a mixture of pleasure and pain but before she could do anything, he lashed again, and again. To her surprise, Percy felt her pussy yearn, watering and aroused. With each lash that man made her pussy sought attention. She could even touch herself, it was almost impulsive and she wasn’t the only one affected. Men who were watching also had visible hard ons, even the man handling the flogger. 
Something about the pain exerted to that girl, something about the undivided pleasure that rippled through that girl. Had she lost her mind? There she was yearning for such pain, her body suffering the tremulous trembles of sex. 

“Do you want help with that?” She was startled by a deep hoarse voice that came from the back. 

“With what?” she cleared her throat and turned around. 

“You are touching yourself and I would be very happy to assist” the man spoke, aroused but also respectful of her boundaries. Never in her life had she just handed herself to a man she didn’t know. 

“My name is Karl. The question was quiet vehement on your face” he smirked sexily, his handsome features hardened and his pupils flared. 

“Yes,” she whispered. Karl walked in close, placing his handsome hands on her hips making her skin jump, breeding shivers to ripple though her body. 

“Yes what, babe?” His voice had become darker, almost defining the name of the club – Dark Paradise. 

She was doing this. She wasn’t even questioning it. She didn’t care. She was going to let her guard down. Isn’t that why she was there in the first place? 

“Touch me” she whispered trying to not let her words disgust her or even believe she was saying them. Karl sheathed his fingers through her brown hair and yanked down causing heat to pave over her head. His lips were melted soft and cool against her neck, propelling a soft moan from her throat. 

Karl lifted her skirt up and before she knew it his hand was in her panties massaging her pussy, his finger delving into the folds and reaching for her clit. He received her gasp as his mouth hastily covered hers in a breathless and sexy kiss. 
He suddenly stopped and turned her to face the girl whose mouth was being fucked while the sexy tall man whipped her behind. 
“You like that?” He asked and all she could do was nod. Soon Karl drove his thick fingers inside her, making her gasp for air. Then he moved up and down, in and out of her pussy. His momentum increased. As sheshut her eyes savouring the moment he smacked her ass, “open your eyes” he bid while he went in, slamming his fingers up and down almost mercilessly. 

“Touch yourself” he whispered grazing his teeth against her earlobe. She complied, rubbing her clit so fast in the same rhythm as his entrances. A force rippled in her groin, perplexing and washing all across her body like the ocean’s tides. 
“Keep your eyes open” he ordered and as she directed her gaze across the room to the girl being flogged, their eyes met each other’s. The girl’s eyes flared with pleasure, connecting her pleasure with Percy’s. Together they climaxed, pleasure rippled through her body ever so violently. Karl didn’t ease his fingers, instead he pounded even harder, groaning with pleasure. 

Then his fingers calmed and eased out of her gently. She was knackered, her joints were wobbly and she didn’t think she would stand tall and assertively like always. 

“Good girl” Karl whispered in her ears. Then he came and stood before her effacing the image of the girl who was now being untied. He leered into her eyes and held her jaw tight forcing her to open her mouth. When she did, he slipped his fingers inside her mouth and forced her to taste herself. She had never done that ever in her life and to see him taking such charge of her, power and dominance gleaming in his eyes, she was shocked to feel arousal striking all over again. 

“Well come to Dark Paradise Percy.” He smirked his sinful lips slim and tempting. “You can come and sign your contract now” he said shocking her. He was the owner of Dark Paradise.

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