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
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
You are a barrier between life and life
I don’t know what to choose cause you are still life
But it’s different kinds of life
I want that life as much as I want this life
But i don’t know which one is good for me.
Would you elucidate please
Show me the life you provide
I am a person who has been through a lot and I am glad I have because I can’t imagine who I would be if they didn’t happen no matter how tragic they are, no matter how much I still have nightmares and no matter how much I feel like they are to blame for most of the things in my life.
Today my friend and I were talking about friendship and love in general. I have never been in love and I crave it because in all honesty, where I am from it’s even a rarity to see people kiss or at least say ‘I love you’.
My grandpa is a war veteran and he and grandma fought / still fight all the time – physically and verbally. My mom, my role model my rock (I love her so much) has suffered in terms of love. She has been domestically abused, cheated on a multiple times, ridiculed in public by a man she loves, and mostly one incident that always scare me, when I was little in Zim she was in South Africa trying to make ends meet to support me. Like in every relationship, people argue but she didn’t know he kept a gun at home and one day he wield his gun and drew it towards mom and unlocked the safety key and ready to kill my mom and she was in love with this man and because she had me at such a young age (17) I witnessed all that and slowly and slowly it created a need in me. A need to be loved and to love.
Now call me naive but I really just want that one to love but there is something else about me. I love friends and once I move on with my life I leave them behind and never keep contact with them. My friend told me she was buying a £1000 plane ticket to a friend’s party in Africa. They haven’t seen each other in two years but kept contact. I don’t even know if my friends from two years ago are are even alive. Besides, I would not but a £1000 plane ticket to a friend’s party unless they mean toooooo much to me in which I have never had a friend like that apart from one (I will save it for another story) . Not because money is scarce in my case but because I don’t value friendship that much. I know I wouldn’t do it. Not for a 24 hour day party. And my fear is, despite how great our friendship has been this past year, I am moving forward by the end of this year and like all my other friends, I know I won’t be in contact with her.
Then here is the question I have been dreading to let sink in my mind. Am I actually naive? If I can’t keep friendship would I keep love? Because god knows how much I want love but isn’t love alsonlike friendship only much more?
All I know is I will continue to grow as a lover until I find him and particularly the one I have my eye own and one I can’t stop thinking about.
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
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.
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.
I am glad we are in a time where most thick women feel confident and beautiful in their skin. I myself I am a curvy girl, I am no where near skinny and sometimes I feel less beautiful which is fairly less times to be honest. The thing is being a bigger girl comes with more flaws than most thinner women. We have huge tits that aren’t as perky, some thick girls don’t have huge tits but the majority do. I do and they are heavy and annoying but I wouldn’t trade them for anything. I have read some articles where men say they are turned off when a plus woman has her huge tits that are obviously not going to be perky.
Second, we have stretch marks, our tiger stripes define our growth and our feminity and again I have read articles where some men say they are a turn off or they wouldn’t date a plus woman because of that.
Besides some thick women have thick thighs that rub together, cause friction and skin discolouration, and I have yet again read articles where women feel insecure about this and where they have been insulted about it. In my opinion, it’s all natural.
Also I know there are some big men who aren’t six pack and muscles, who too are thick and are also made to feel as though they aren’t beautiful. I know people have preference, I have mine but sometimes you can’t help who you fall for.
The media and the society makes us feel as though we are unattractive and that we must be picture perfect or if we are curvy, we must be Kim Kardashian curvy which is just… let’s not go there.
So this week’s discussion is about fat/thick/plus/curvy women and thick men.
Would you date a thick (BBW) woman/ man? Do the flaws I have mentioned above turn you off? And on the picture below which girl would you prefer if you were to date a big girl?
I know this is a sensitive subject for other people and I don’t mean to offend. I am doing this discussion because people email me to do it and a lot have. I am just helping and if you have an idea of any discussion please voice it. Also share this post so that more people would join in. It’s fun if we are many.
I also ask that you write your most honest response and do not feel afraid or lie just to impress, I want you to be honest. And remember every opinion is an opinion, if it offends you, don’t take it to heart.
No matter who you are, you are very very beautiful and no words should make you feel less than beautiful and handsome.
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
And yet there is an adventure, the thrill, the danger and the insanity within the wrong.
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.
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
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.
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
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.
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.