SPRITE 

In life we take every second, minute and every hour almost for granted. That is why we never see it coming and why we can never predict it because any hour could be the last. Any hour could be the first and it always passes. Some people celebrate Christmas, birthdays and so on but Nelly Josephs and John Josephs had learned the art of celebrating every passing second. After surviving death at the brutal car accident, Mr Joseph had the sudden realisation of the meaning of life and the love he had for his wife. Now she was 80 years old battling cancer. Mr Josephs gave her her medication and she asked him to lay by her side.  “John, do you remember how we first met?” She asked, every word echoes a promise of death. It broke Mr Josephs because he knew at any time he would lose her. “Oh darling don’t you remind me, I was a clumsy little boy” he laughed; or at least forced enjoyment to fill his cry. “I had just came from playing netball. Had lost with one goal. I was angry, so angry I could barely breath and then out of nowhere cold Sprite splashes all over my face and my chest.” She chuckled her chest wheezy like she had too much air in her lungs. 

“You looked at me like I had stolen your candy and I was about to have my face smacked” 

“I did smack you, right here” she says caressing his face. 

“I always considered it our first kiss because it was the moment I looked into your eyes and I knew I had fallen in love even if I didn’t know what love was” he said looking into her eyes remembering the day 72 years ago. They were only eight when that happened. 

“I don’t even know why I had a bottle of sprite in my hand. My mother never allowed me to drink fizzy” he laughed gently while not moving his eyes from hers. 

“It was because God had destined it for us.” She smiled. They cuddled together for a few more hours into the night and then Nelly asked for a glass of sprite. John went to get it and she sat up and they both clicked glasses and drank up. Since the age of eight and the beginning of their love, they always celebrated with a bottle of sprite instead of wine. So when he felt it in the middle of the night, felt her life leave her body. He kissed her cold skin and a tear fell. Despite that he had told himself that every hour was the last with his wife, when it happened it hurt but he wiped away the tears as his wife had made him promised that if the hour came, he would not cry. Instead, he should get a bottle of Sprite and have a drink. Celebrate every hour they spent together. And so they had celebrated their last hour.

Am I lucky?

I feel you, like the ants inside the layer of my skin, 

Crawling affection alarming the bells that were dead,

Skin craving like your touch is a needle of affection

You haven’t touched me yet 

Hence I am inhaling the fumes of your craving for me all over your shaft like a shark smelling blood, 

Tainted lips across my skin, awakening the death of lust i had buried far within

Alive are my nipples yearning for your attention 

If my arousal could be water, my pants would be floating on an ocean

I have wanted you since the morning I laid my eyes on you, light gleamed in your eyes and I was beguiled; is it luck or lust?

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The tale says only the lucky ones see a shooting star once in their lifetime, but as you sweetly and delicately present yourself into me, feel me wrap tight and warm around you like a glove, hear your groan of want and gratification vibrate from your throat as I lay my lips and taste the sweat on your skin; taste you – I see a million shooting stars, 

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Does that mean I am lucky? 

Lucky enough to be the vessel that allows you to enter it with your magical wand, 

Glide into me like a snake that found a brand new cave 

Bite on to me like I am the forbidden fruit, one you will never ever have again

Kiss me like I am the passing second and you wouldn’t want to waste me

Lick my skin like I am glazed with honey and you can’t get enough of me

Hear me moan your name like a bird chirping in summer morning 

Slap your skin against mine in thrall to your own welt of pleasure 

Plough me like you are exerting yourself into me 

Fuck me like you’re straight out of prison, and I was your dream

Give me shooting stars while you glaze my lips with your love, ravish my pussy with your hunger and brand my body with your lust. 

A naughty woman gets spanked and fucked p2

Most of the times Harvey is a very loving man. Gentle and caring – in fact it is the main reason why she fell in love with him hence that said it didn’t drive her crazy. Not as crazy as the feeling of him posses her, glide into her, hard but carefully stretching her tight little hole. The confusion of whether she liked the pain or the pleasure had her head almost spiralling. Her ass cheeks burned etching his five fingers on it. With every movement, every passing inch she almost died, not because of the wrath of pain that brimmed in and out of her ass but because of the overwhelming pleasure that followed up after that. The welt met with her ass yet again she arched her back, he pulled out his finger and worked her. In and out, humping like she was a matter of life and death. 

Her legs trembled, her knees attempted to buckle. He was close to his climax but he didn’t want to have his end without her having one. So he slid out and and turned her so her back was on the bed. Her face was glowing, eyes flaming with lust, her lips red and wanton. He leaned up to her and put her hands over her head and kissed her lustrously, licking and biting her lips. He trailed his way down to her tits with kisses and light bites. He enveloped the pierced nipple onto his mouth and sucked on it hard that she felt like her nipple was getting pierced all over again but nonetheless it shot bullets of arousal in her system. She knew if he touched her down there this time, she was climaxing and she was not just climaxing she was basically going to combust. 
His tongue flickered on the numb bead. Licked and kissed. Then he slid down and pushed her legs wide open her knees were almost touching on her shoulders. He rubs her pussy hastily just above the clit and she was going hella crazy. When she was just about to orgasm her body was shook by the welt meeting with her pussy, delaying the explosion. He ran his tongue across her slit, she raised her hips pressing her pussy against his mouth. He flicked his tongue on her clit and this time, she was going to lose it. Even when he lightly patted her pussy she felt the storm coming and when he inserted his fingers in there along with his mouth on her pussy Ravishing her clit, she climaxed, her teeth gnashed together her body pulsed into a rigid ice that pulsated. Her eyes were blinded, stars maybe but she didn’t know because her brains also stilled. Her world stopped and the universe reminded her Harvey was the only man that conquered all odds with loving her. She could feel his that fingers hadn’t stopped and they were hasty but her body was shook by the waves of pleasure that when her body melted from the shock of the orgasm she still pulsated, her body trembled, she felt like there was a whole river of an orgasm and it kept pouring and pouring nonstop.

After he’d had his end she was strengthless and could barely keep her eyes open. Her joints felt like melted cheese. Her body felt like she had been sprinting for the right three hours.  He went into the bathroom to clean himself up before he ran the shower and carried her to the bathroom, washed his wife and put her to bed. 

He had done something like this before but this time it was astronomical because he was irrevocably in love with her. 

Can you believe I write this at work while trying to avoid looking aroused and serving customers with a smile or a straight face so I can conceal the image of how hot this story has been?  Well I have been busy. I hope you enjoy 

A naughty woman gets fucked and spanked P1

She wondered, what was it about the pleasure exerted by the flames of a man’s hand against her butt cheeks. It was a fantasy and she had never ever felt it. The last time she’d requested it, it was with a man who saw it as a different nature to provide pleasure through pain. Even when he dared to, his slap felt like a little touch of a small baby hand. He cared too much and sometimes what she needed was careless love. A love so careless and edgy that she would almost quit but because it’s such a challenge it would conjure her to stay. So now she has found a man, his grip is as strong as wood. His eyes seer lust like a demon of sex. “Come here” he is sat on the bed fully dress. She takes the few steps towards her. She is also dressed in a beautiful dress and some work heels. 

As she closes near, he grabs her waist and yanks her towards him with such hunger as though he will fit all of her in his mouth. He presses his nose against her stomach and inhales while his fingers dig deep into her ass that she can’t help but emit a complimentary moan. His hands caress around her body down her legs with each trace and each feathered feel of his fingers on her skin causing arousal, her pussy yearning and craving his touch. “Harvey…” she breaths but he slides his fingers up to her lips and presses them on her lips. She can’t help but kiss his thick fingers before enveloping it in her mouth and sucking hard on it that he moans closing her eyes and his member protruding.  

Harvey inserts his hand in her drenched underwear. She grinds her hips, spreading her legs a little bit wider to allow him enough access. She draws her neck back when Harvey rubs her clit gently and slowly in tormenting circular motions. He pushes his fingers into her mouth and forces her to suck on them. He rises from the bed and looks deep in her eyes. Keeping the two of his fingers  in her mouth while she sucks hard, he kisses her neck eliciting so much lust that she becomes oblivious to who she is or what she feels. All she knows is she wants to be fucked. Real good. 

Harvey drives his fingers down her mouth while looking into her eyes, murmuring sweet seductive words. She deep throats his fingers. He pulls them out and hastily kisses her.  Before she gets used to the hot tongue session Harvey throws her onto the bed. 

“On all fours babe” he bids the clicking of his belt loud and masculine in the room. She does and bid. 

“Spread them wide, I want to see how wet that pussy is” Harvey’s nasty words have her almost climaxing. Especially when she spreads her knees and he runs his fingers down her pussy. His touch is medicine, intoxicating and dangerous. He smacks her pussy and she yelps. Furious pleasure ripples through her body but she knows it’s no an orgasm it’s a warning before the tsunami or an orgasm. He uses his belt to slap her pussy tenderly and she draws her neck back arching her back. The arousal, the sweet painful arousal that she feels makes her crazy. Harder this time, Harvey slaps the mouth of the belt on her pussy and she cries out loud her wetness running down her legs. She wants more and she wants him to hit harder. So she begs for it and Harvey’s next slap has no mercy and it calls a huge climax but she knows it’s another warning and she wants more. Harvey inserts two of his fingers into her pussy and quickly finger her, she is so wet and slippery; it’s making Harvey ten times harder and she is at the urge of the climax. He smacks her ass and her pussy clenches around his fingers. He pulls them out glazed with her essence. 

“You drive me crazy woman” he growls spanking her pussy making her clench some more, then he climbs on the bed and presses her back down onto the bed making her pussy open than ever. Then he puts his finger in her wet walls before inserting his thick cock stretching her out and… 

(To be continued) it kinda got too hot here. I can’t finish cause 💦💦💦 so maybe tomorrow or later today. 

Would you rather spend 6 months with the true love of your life… or never?

Colin has given me something to talk about just like I asked in my happy one year post. 

The question is… 

Colin Gave me something to think about and I have never ever thought about that. True love. If anyone in this blog knows something about me is how much I want to be in love and to love someone. But if there is something I can’t stand is pain. I can stand physical pain but never emotional pain. 
Hence, a part of me that craves love ever so much thinks I would actually want to experience what it would be like to be with the love of my life for six months. Despite the time limit on that, I think it is an experience I can’t miss. Pain is sometimes meant for growth and maybe I would grow stronger after those six months. I love love and I can’t imagine how amazing it would be to find the true love of my life and even if it will be for a short while, I think I would be happy I had a chance to be with them. 

But 

If I never meet them and never ever know the feeling of love that could possibly mean I would be unhappy and busy being in plain relationships, being cheated on, being hurt twenty times more in my life, probably being lonely and sad or more. I feel like that would be more sad because I would be wishing on true love and if I never meet them I will never ever believe in true love again. My mother is the example of something like that. Mom is 37 and she hasn’t met her true lover. She has been in all kinds of horrible relationships, she has been abused, she has had a boyfriend that literally pointed a gun on her head, she has been played cheated and all kinds of bad stuff and here she is 37 years young and believing love is bullshit and she would rather be on her own. When I tell her how much I wish to love a man one day she tells me “maybe its possible but men are plain rubbish (no offence to the lads on here) I should focus on myself.”

In other ways she is right, I should always focus on myself but these horrible men she had had in her life have painted a bad picture for every man out there and trust me a small part of her does want to be in love but she just can’t trust anyone or really believe anyone who says they love her because ten minutes after that they hurt her and I think if she spent six months with the true love of her life; she would still have hope. Whereas now, she isn’t even looking or caring for that matter. She is happy on her own and that’s something I don’t want for myself. Not that she is sad, I just want love. simple.

So my final answer is, I would love to spend six months with the love of my life and this question has made me make a promise that if I really was to meet the true love of my life, I would spend each day like it’s the last. I would love them like I have never before and after those six months pain would obviously be inevitable but one day I would say “I was once in love” and it would be one hell of a story. 

So tell me what would you do? Spend six months with the true love of your life or never ever meet them? 

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.  

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 

~

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 

~

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. 

~

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. 

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Discussion: virgins 

So like I have said before, when thinking of what pleases men, we think it’s playing with their bodies let them inside us and then they are pleased but due to my understanding; men are just as complicated as women are. That’s why I am starting this series of discussions so that I can understand more and also help others. I also demand brutal honesty, in this and also respect. Also if you do not agree with someone’s opinion, do remember -it’s their opinion and be respectful even if you feel like commenting on it.

 I have been contacted by some virgins both male and female, both of their worries are that women and men avoid them due to no experience. In my culture if a woman is a virgin a man normally treasures her as it shows that she respects herself but that said; it doesn’t mean every man could look at a virgin in this way. Also in my culture women always crave a much older and experienced man as they are said to be more profound and caring. In fact; my grandma taught/told me, I would experience more with an older man and they will care for me and respect me more. I can’t say I know or I have experienced such with a man because I have not been with a man older than me. 

So the question for this week’s discussion is: 

Do men like virgins? And what is their opinion about them? Please be brutally honest because this discussion will be useless if people aren’t honest. After all you are free to voice your opinions.