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.  

A bird seeking freedom 

Sing a song with me 

Let us lie in the pool of our tears 

Your visible unhappiness, my fear 

My grip so tight on your arm, you sear 

Burn and scotch, I become so near 

To you, my handsome deer 

If you walk away, a car will hit ya

I am not useless 

I am just not useful 

Holding onto you has become less gleeful 

Reminiscing the days, they were beautiful 

No matter the hole inside, I am still insightful 

~

I know you are a bird in need of it’s freedom 

I was taught love is patient, it’s wisdom 

I was never taught to let a king flee its kingdom 

I can’t let you go because you told me I was your queendom. 

I love you because I do love you 

I used to believe you love me but really I have become your flu 

I should be the medicine to your health but I am just the glue 

Sticking you to the floor, next to me, for that’s the cue

To the next song that my heart beat makes to give you a clue 

That your freedom is the death of me because it’s true 

Being in my arms should never feel like imprisonment 

My love for you surpasses the imagination of commitment 

It’s an obsession, due to the incapability to bear my resentment 

That I am weak and you are like my project of development

Until you find means to extricate yourself from me, shall you try to at least smile at my endearment 

I wish you would be here for me like I am been for you 

Be here when we make love like I am to please you 

At least last longer, you know I am ravenous bull 

At least bring me roses because you know red makes me beautiful

What made you stop loving me? 

I love you because through you I love me 

But you are a bird in need of its freedom 

I don’t know how to let go 

Because my love for you is seldom 

Until I learn to let you fly my hopeless bird, 

I will be yours and yours forever. 

So Sing a song with me 

Let us lie in the pool if our tears 

And within a few seconds I will let you fly 

Fly away my love and please do take my heart with you 

As you vacated it and your safest home. 

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? 

~

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 

~

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 

Doomed 

I fell into your arms

You received me in an golden envelope 

Never opened me because I had already glistened you

You allowed me in 

The star that shines up on the sky 

I tapped into your flaws 

You dimmed

Unleashed a different shade of beauty 

Dark and secret 

My breath hollowed 

 I knew I was doomed

But I was actually really doomed 

The best thing was as incessant as you were 

Ready to reap myself out of the golden envelope

My golden glow flickered 

One two three 

Then dim and dark

 I was doomed 

Doomed Because I knew I had finally found my other imperfectly perfect half. 

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. 

Myriad fuck

I want your hand tight on my neck and the other down in my pants 

I want my moans to fill your mouth as your lips lace with mine 

Don’t kiss me softly, let my lips spasm, leave me perplexed whether it’s the pain I like or the sensation of pleasure pumping in them

~

I want you to make me tremble while telling me to keep steady 

Tell my I have been a bad girl while your lips kiss my kitten so softly 

I want you to spread me up wider like I have no muscle, 

Burry yourself inside cause I love my body when it is with yours 

Dick me down, break the bed; we will worry about that later 

~

Then I will roll you over so I can be onto you 

I want you to know that I like you because I am about to Fuck you like I hate you 

Ride on that hoarse till I feel as though I have no bones 

Have my tits hopping up and down like bouncing balloons 

Savour my river as it pours down your shaft, glazing those balls 

Confess your gratification baby, it’s a crazy fuel 

I want you to lay on your back and let me fist that man in my palms, 

Squeeze him offer a great massage there has even been in the world, 

I want to bury you in my mouth, drive you fucking crazy you will need a therapist 

Suck on the lollipop and drink up all its juices 

Fill me up, water the love brimming inside 

I want you to take a breather then go back on it again. 

Like animals on energy drink 

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.