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 

Gratitude and fear

There is something that people or the universe seems to forget or rather mistaken or perhaps only driven people with all kinds of expectations will only understand, but gratitude and fear sometimes comes together and one becomes dominant. 

I am at a point in my life where all my dreams have shuttered and don’t say I am still young, I can do it. I know I am still young and I know I can do it and I am greatful but at the same time, I feel like I will never be an actress that I want to be, my books don’t sell now, they will probably never sell because what’s going to change? I can’t be in love and I certainly feel like my downs are someone’s ups. Meaning since I seem to be back to square zero some people are going to be happy about this. 

Gratitude; I am grateful of what I have but I have a massive fear and the way my life has suddenly flipped upside down, I don’t see it changing. My biggest fear is I will never be happy. I am like a bag full of gold in the middle of nowhere. I fear I will not be an actress, I will end up doing some shit career that everyone told me to do because ‘I am black’ ‘it’s hard to get into’ it’s blah blah blah. I fear I will never find love, I fear I will never ever be happy. 

I am grateful I am multitalented, actress, singer, writer, artist, and more. I could thank God with all my life for such gifts, but what’s the point when no matter how much I work hard, none of it comes through? Now I should start think which shit job that I hate with a passion, that I despise and that I swore I will never do – I should do. 

See, gratitude and fear come in together. I am grateful of what I have, I hate where I am in my life right now and I am extremely, very very extremely fearful of the future because the unhappiness has started now. That’s why I haven’t been writing on this blog because what’s there to write? I am unhappy. I write when I am at least aware that my life has a direction but at the moment I hitting my head against the wall and I am angry and scared I will die alone, broke as fuck, doing a shit job, having hundred kids from hundred assholes who never even loved me. Living in a ramshackle shithouse, with a hundred fucking books starked in a drawer somewhere. 

And many many many people in my life will be extremely happy because I am a threat. My intelligence, charisma and talent are a big threat. 

Low life 

Low life 

Lower than life 

Higher than standards 

Lower materialistically

Higher aesthetically 

Lower enducation 

Higher adulation 

Lower fortune 

Higher wisdom

Lower houses 

Higher mountains 

Lower love 

Higher lives 

Lower happiness 

Higher freedom 


Low life 

High happiness 

Nothing to nothing 

Nothing to something 

Something to smiling 

Smiling to crying 

Laughing to gagging


Low life 

Low language 

High curses 

Low mentality 

High morality 

Low on cash 

High on drugs 


Low life 

Have nothing but something 

Dressed nothing but covered in something 

Rags as rage 

He is working for nothing 

Low life 

In the eyes of the intelligent 

High life 

In the eyes of the wise.  

Storms of love

Bored with being at home working hard and ironing, cooking and cleaning; she decided to take a walk to town. She had rarely came out of the house. If anything she was a stay at home wife. 

As she retreated towards the shopping centre, she saw him. Her husband, tangled in the arms of a lithe woman, laughing and kissing passionately at the local coffee shop. She stopped in her tracks, her body inert. She’d heard about it from the people on social media but she trusted him. She might have been a bit dubious as love had become its own opposite at home but she didn’t believe people from the outside. She had taught herself to never believe people’s rumours. 

Her heart had stopped beating her body had frozen at that moment she believed she was half dead and half alive. There she was doing all of her home duties because she believed he loved her and that she loved him and there he was spreading his wings with other women. 

As her mind diverted from doing shopping to getting her clothes and leaving him, she forgot how she had gotten there  and turned back, crying. Tears washed away with the rain and as she got home she sat on the bed, weak to even start packing her belongings. 

Two hours later he arrived home and found her drenched in tears. He didn’t even bother to ask what had went wrong. Instead he greeted her morosely and headed to the shower. When he was finished he came to the living room and found her sitting on the sofa, the tv off and the room darksome. 

It wasn’t the first time she had witness such betrayal. She had allowed his beatings across her body, she had forgave him in the name of love. How long would she have to endure such abuse? 

“Who is she?” She asked and he chuckled. 

“Who are you talking about? Where is the food, I’m starving” he threw himself onto the sofa. 

“The woman you were with two hours ago. I saw the two of you snogging and all” 

“I don’t know what you are talking about. You are crazy and lonely maybe it’s just one of your unfortunate imaginings” he said looking at his phone scrolling. 

She felt ridiculed and unloved. She got up from the sofa saying “call her and tell her to Fucking cook for you. I am not your slave” 

Those words didn’t sit well with her tempestuous husband. Ronald waisted no seconds and threw away his phone lunging for her and backhanding her across her face making her land back onto the sofa. 

While she suffered from the heat of his slap he was onto her with his hands on her neck pressing and clenching his fingers against her throat, blocking every access to air. She fough against his grip but it tightened, clouds formed in her brains, her vision blurred, her body began losing power and strength. She couldn’t hear any of his malicious words as he cursed while choking her against the sofa. 

As her eyes shut, her breath became little to hold her entire body, she passed out. The next thing, she woke up on a bed and Ronald was all smiles next to her holding a cup of hot chocolate. 

“I am sorry, Kathy” he said the moment she opened her eyes. 

Horror clouded her, her heart tied knots. Ronald war the masquerade of a man she had fallen in love with not the one that hit and bullied her. 

In that moment she fell in love with him all over again. The weight of her love for Ronald overwhelmed the weight of her hate for him. It was perhaps the hundredth time he had hit her like that and sometimes more than that but she always came back to him. 

She loved him. 

“You know I didn’t mean to. You ask too many questions about stuff that aren’t real. Why would I cheat on you, I love you Kathy and I would never do anything to hurt you.” Seeing him apologetic with tears mirrored on his eyes made her heart swell. 

He didn’t mean it, she told herself. So she lifted her head off the pillows and kissed him. Kissed him with tears falling down her eyes. 

“I forgive you Ron but I can’t live like this” she whispered and Ron pulled away from the kiss and stumbled away walking back and forth in the room. 

“You can’t leave me Kathy.” He cried out trembling. 

“I can’t live like this Ron” she emphasised and Ron trembled. 

“If you dare leave me I will kill myself” as he said that Kathy changed her mind in a spit of a second. That was the last thing she wanted to live with for the rest of her life. Guilt. Guilt that her actions had led to someone’s suicide and so she got up from the bed and went to hug her husband as he overreacted. 

“It’s okay Ron, I am not going anywhere” she whispered and he went on saying a myrad of affectionate lies in her mind she knew tomorrow or even before the end of the day, he would say something that would hurt her. And he could beat her up again. 

But she loved him. At least she thought she did. 

Knocking at the gates of death 

I don’t know if it really was a serious thing or I just overreacted but it did feel like death. Literally, death. 

I have faced my fears in the world and most of them I have walked through them with my head high and my fears underneath my heels but last night, it was my biggest fear – death. 

I came from work pretty upset that mom couldn’t come and pick me up and also at myself because I haven’t  saved enough for a car. Now I hold a licence and there I am taking the unreliable busses at 22:00 in this ice cold weather. I had to stay at the bus station for 30 mins waiting for a 22:30 bus that also came late at 22:45 and then I got off the bus stop and walked home at 23:00. It was dangerous for a girl my age or any girl or anyone to be walking outside at that time. I was freezing cold and really not in the good mood. At all!

So I got home, went straight to the bath and had the longest relaxing bath while listening to Lana Del Rey and responding to some comments. Then I went straight to bed without even talking to anyone.

 Then In the middle of the night at about 3am, I choked. My throat closed up I couldn’t breath, I tried calling mom but my breathe was literally gone, I had tears all over my eyes and I tried to cough and get some air. I couldn’t breathe almost at all, I tried calling for mom and my brothers and there was no air for me to call them. I was beating on my chest, tears in my eyes while I tried to breath but my throat had clogged and it was burning like I had taken a gulp of acid. 

Then I thought I had to try and go to mom’s bedroom and as I got off the bed I fell and I couldn’t move, I had no strength, nothing. I was holding onto my throat trying to get some air and in those nanosecond I saw my life pass me by. Tears were falling not because I was only chocking but because in that second, in my head everything I wanted was over, everything -my acting, my writing, my dreams, my crush (weirdly) my family, my plans – everything, I saw it all perish, happening like a montage of flashing images while I tried to get some air. 

I called for mom once more and my voice wasn’t even coming out. I tried rolling myself towards the door and I couldn’t even move. I was inert and perhaps half dead. (I don’t know). I coughed trying to cough out whatever that was burning my throat and I felt myself inhale after that cough but it writhed at my throat like hell. I inhaled again and the pain was immeasurable. 

I laid there next to my bed for a minute and tempted to get up and go to the bathroom. Fortunately I did and when I got into the bathroom I drank water but It couldn’t pass through my throat and when I spit it, the water was red. 


I freaked out and drank water once again but it wouldn’t pass through my throat and when I spit again, the water was red. 

I fell down on the bathroom floor near the small basin and literally cried. I rarely cry in my life but I trembled with so many emotions and pain.I thought I was going to die. The most thing that hurt me was that if it was death, I was dying without achieving a single thing. The way everything had flashed before my eyes, I felt the pain of not having to live ever. 

Not wanting to see anymore blood, I went to bed and got into bed still crying. I have never been in so much fear and pain in my life. 

I cried myself to sleep and when I woke up it felt like a dream. I couldn’t  believe it. 

I went to drink water and my throat still writhed but I was able to swallow. 

I spent the whole day okay but my throats still hurting and now it’s about time that I will be going to bed soon. I feel so scared to go back to sleep because I fear that it might happen again and this time, it might be death. 

I hate thinking negatively but I am literally scared as hell. I will pray of course and read my bible but I still have so much fear. 

So I don’t know if I will sleep or not lol. 


Smiles and laughterJokes and tales

History and present

Hold hands and pray

Love and forget 

The past is the past

Read my lips and tell a story

Love me for I will be coerced to love you
Hate and betrayal

Sweets and candies

Christmas and trees

Presents and stones

Jealousy and pain

Happiness is the opposite of this family

Trust should be born in the family

Love should be taught in the family 
Praise and rejoice

Worship and congratulations 

Happiness and love

Homes and roofs 

Food and warmth

Family should be your first shoulder to cry on

Your ride or die

Your heaven on earth 

Your peace in the boisterous world

Your silence in the loudest cries

Family should be your universe
Tears and joy

Holding and hands

Touching and hugging

Passion and love

Looking and seeing

Showing and pointing

You should do everything together 

Support and motivate each other 

Advice each other. 


All I see is family riding fire to defeat their other one

Breathing and screaming fire 

Burning oil and pouring it all over your dreams

Skinning you alive because of your intelligence and luck 

Who said you will all be the same 

A fool called no one

So don’t fool yourself.

You are my family. 

If you have ever wondered, my last name means an elephant 😉


The beauty of a blind man is that he sees what he wants to see. 
He sees the darkness and the darkness doesn’t show him the havoc and chaos that the world has become. 

Dead beauty and alive ugliness. 

It shows him the beauty that the world has lost and therefore he has no pain. 

In which it’s his imagination that envisions such perfection.

The beauty we crave and that is art 

In his sightless life, he paints a picture ever so beautiful.

Yet we with sight, we fear the darkness for what it’s not. 

Sometimes I wish I was a blind woman maybe I would see a better world.

Love or career? 

Sometimes you have to sacrifice one thing to get the other. Career or love? 

Which one would you choose? 


Fear. It’s common, we all feel it and there are some of us who opt to hide it behind the beautiful masks of happiness. 

I feel scared. Something bad feels as though is near. Do I know what? No but I have this incessant feeling that one of my fears will come true and I don’t if there is anyway of dealing with that. 


fear of being followed, stalked, all the horrible thing. 


fear of loneliness, failing, no success, exposure 

Fear, of losing the loved ones, financial crisis, 

Fear of sadness, anger and loveless, 

Fear of being taken away from all of my dreams and my plans. 

It’s all fear. 

RIP George Michael 

Such a sad thing to be celebrating Christmas while a legend leave us. It saddened me the moment I saw about it on social media. George inspired me a lot, to be myself and do what I like. He is one of the legends I looked up to have a career as impacting as theirs. I loved him from the moment I heart ‘careless Whisper’ and I will always love and remember him as a great hero in the arts world. 

This year couldn’t be any horrible, two legends gone. Prince also left us this year. Death has no shame, man. 

May his soul rest in peace and we will always remember him.