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? 

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. 

Let’s have a laugh 😂 

The internet has no chill man 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 

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. 

Beat it up

She laid on her back and spread her legs open. So open, the glistening sight of her swollen pussy made him as hard as rock; it was painful. 

“I want you to beat it” her voice was a silk touch, caressing across his desire, erecting and mercilessly arousing. 

“Make me scream” her eyes peered up at him, held a strong contact, her eyes filled with supplication. 

“Give it some discipline” she caressed her manicured hand down her slit, teasing with her finger, only inserting her finger just a nail’s length. 

“Ram yourself inside me” she moaned licking her fingers and returning them to her pussy. His eyes vied between the protruding pink nipples or her inviting open legs. 

“That potency that you possess makes me drenching wet” her voice thinned, plead vehement and obviously in thrall to his dominance.

“Look” his eyes were spellbound and they followed two of her fingers Slowly and dextrously slipping into her pussy. The tender muscles welcomed her long fingers in a sucking sound. 

“Dive deep into me, into the slippage that will have you moaning and groaning in gratification” her words were in commas as she drew her neck back, heaving and making love to herself with her fingers, her hips moved. Grinding and swaying. 

“Fuck” she whispered “I would wrap you so tight” she emitted a kitten’s cry pinching her hard and taut nipples. “Fucking warm and all yours” she moved her fingers in and out of her in the momentum of a snail and the sight reminded made him feel as though he was yet again a virgin and if he dared to move he was going to explode. 

“Tell me this pussy is yours” she cried her eyes lustful and coquettish. 

“Mine” he growled, immensely infused in his girl’s eroticism. 

“Fuck me” she withdrew and drew her fingers to her mouth and sucked on them. 

“Brand it yours” she whispered spreading her legs ever so wide, and exposed to him.

“You are so naughty” he said.

“Then beat it up” she said slapping across her pussy “give it some discipline” she smirked coquettishly. 

In that second, he felt lucky. So lucky the gates of heaven would open for his sinful soul.

The elixir 

Empty, 

Crawling affection in my skin

Awakening is the desire to love

Spreading goosebumps on my skin

A shiver, aware of the potency in your touch 

An elixir of eroticism. 

Pacify 

The beauty of our dynamic loving 

One minute we want it rough 

One day we want it soft

Forever we want it longer 

Our passion the elixir of desire 

Prove 

There’s is no need for a hustle 

Tear my legs apart, open a mystery 

Glittering and glazed by our essence 

Flowing and sliding down the silk skin 

Lacing with affection 

An elixir of life 

On my knees 

Like your little pet, 

on all fours, hitting from the back 

The instinct to please an overwhelming ocean 

The passion to satiate our hunger, the epicentre of our eruption 

The broken bed the sign we haven’t been sweet, it’s been rough 

It’s been a rollercoaster 

Up and down, 

Dirty and raw 

Unrestricted and naughty 

Loud and sexy 

 Explosive and climatic 

An elixir of affection

If I say I want you 

I mean I want you 

To touch me 

Give me life 

Fill me up with all of you 

Let me ride you and keep you inside 

Warm and watering the passion inside 

Let it flourish and grow 

Radiate in our room

Have me crazy about you 

And you high on me 

Drunk on you 

Insane about me 

An elixir of us. 

Eat me

I am here to provide

I am the piquant dish you have ever had 

Eat me 

Savour the taste of a freak in your bed  

Let your tongue sweep across every curve 

Leave me sated 

Take me to the heaven’s doors with just your mouth 

On it, you eat me 

Eat me till I feel my pussy become numb 

Drive your tongue inside me, 

Reach far and taste how much I am in love with you

Eat me 

Let me grind my hips while you hum 

Enjoying what’s yours and yours only 

Make me wet, drenching wet; drink from me 

Let me sit on your face, my throne 

Sit on you, King 

Worship me like I am your religion 

Love me, 

Eat me 

Fuck me with your mouth 

Drive me Fucking crazy 

Let your tongue drive with adulation 

All around it, you taste me 

It feels so damn good, don’t stop 

Keep me cumming and humming 

Taste me, 

I am here to serve you, 

Taste me 

Eat me, daddy

Eat me over and over again because I know you will always want more 

And I will provide 

Symptoms of affection

As far as I have known, I have always been fine but the sight of you breed a symptom of love 

Lust and affection 

It’s the way you move that has been stripping you naked in my mind 

Those long legs, how my lips would marvel every inch of them, caress them 

The way you talk, it elicit feelings, they fine inside me and all I could think about is you, touching me, kissing me and making love to me

It’s the way you are so smart, that I can’t even help imagine what you would do to me. 

You have unravelled the symptom of a freak 

My mind becomes prepossessed, imagining things I have never done but ones I wouldn’t say no to if you proposed them 

The need to please you commences 

How I would comply to your every need 

How I would kiss you and let you make me yours 

You drive me crazy, the symptom for being in love. In lust and crazy about you.?

Immersion 

Immersion 

In the depths of the slippage 

Like a honey glazed snake, it immerses in 

Sliding and moving courageously

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Immersion  

Deep in my waters 

A gun ready to shoot bullets inside me 

Pull a trigger 

Breed the explosions that destroy every havoc in life 

Leaving me and you entwined together. 

Immersion 

Deep in the ocean of love 

Overflowing never less 

Deep into the wildness 

Tap onto the freak of nature 

Love me by day 

Fuck me by night 

Kiss me by the morning 

Immersion.