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
I want to be naked
Free of everything that effaces who I am
But who am I?
An invisible line between existing and not existing,
The grey cloud on a bright blue sky
I want to extricate myself from me
Be everything I write I am
Draw myself for I am perhaps just a character
Dreaming to be alive
Knowing nothing is alive about me
I want to be in the nude
Glaze my body with confidence
As it becomes rather poignant
My clothes are a facade built to give me nothing but something to hide
I don’t want to hide
Imperfection created a magnificent art
Yet my imperfection create a sledgehammer for my heart
Crush me into ash
I want to free my soul from me
Let it be who it wants to be
Draw a smile on its face as this vessel’s smile is plastic
I want to be happy.
Why am I not happy.
Why can’t I be happy.
When am I going to be happy?
I wish to be happy.
How many pints of tears lead to happiness?
I have cried and Ocean,
it take another Ocean of tears for me to be happy?
It’s nobody’s duty to make me happy.
It’s only a matter of extricating myself from myself so that I can be myself.
It all started when I opened my eyes and realised I had lost myself Into the dark and ashy smoke I was
My heart bloated with an abundant amount of pain
My head pounding
Pounding all of my sorrows and failures
Pounding me into a new person
I was slowly and slowly transforming
Leads to aching disappointments
Accepting and moving on
May lead to even more pain
Little did I know, it was all part of my transformation
Then I shut my eyes
My body trembling cold
Waited for an answer
I needed a reason
A reason to keep going
Then I befriended a paper and a pen
Connected my heart and my brains into one
Then that’s when I began transforming
Even today I ask myself who is this
Because I was unbeknown of this person
Do I like this person that I am
Hence with the smile I have on my face
Little to no tears
I am certain, I am happy with this person that I am
With each page written
The more I transform into a different person
My transformation is still on going.
That is me in the picture, I bet you could tell though haha. I wrote this poem the time I started to realise I had learnt to love and accept myself and it all started with writing. Writing has always made me smile, no matter what.
Hey lovelies, I figured I have been too erotic these past days. So today I will talk about being yourself. Self discovery.
In 2013, I came to England from South Africa. My confidence level was so high and I was as sassy as fuck but When I went to high school, that ended. I was bullied. The ideal beauty from Africa was different from the ideal beauty in this mainstream country. So I lost myself. Totally. Long story short, I started writing and within each book I wrote I was becoming a different person, then when I started writing erotica my level of confidence heightened. I realised I was as sexy as fuck, any of these bitches who bullied me had nothing on me. My fat ass was something they didn’t have, huge tits and thick lips, it was something they all didn’t have. And guess what? I was blessed with all that!!!
On top of that I was the most intelligent in that school resulting in my picture being put on the school walls and even today it’s still there despite how much they have changed the others.
I realised I was fucking awesome but that didn’t mean it hadn’t had an effect on me. I had social anxiety, trust issues, I was a bit shy, held back and always considering what people will say about my choices. Then last year 2015 I said fuck what people think.
I began finding myself. I challenged myself. My first one was getting a tattoo. My family didn’t like this, but if it’s what I wanted that was all that mattered. The second was wearing short skirts and dressing up sexy because I believe your dressing define you and the kind of a person you are. You won’t comprehend how many mini skirts and nice dresses I have in my wardrobe. Third was opening an erotic romance blog – and I am god damn enjoying it!
Then I said I would change my hair colour, and this year I have changed my hair colour three times, the bigger one was changing it to blonde. Guess what? I fucking did it.
And guess what people are saying to all that, ‘it suits me’. That’s because it’s me. It’s the person that I am.
No matter how hard life gets, challenge the people’s negativity. Show them who the main bitch is. Slay all their fucking hatred with being true to yourself. Slay baby!
Being myself has rewarded me with a lot in my life. I make friends that quick, people ask me out and shit. My life seems even more fun!
Be your fucking self!
There are times were we lose ourselves without realising it. For instance, we lose ourselves through trying to make some people happy. You are an individual don’t lose yourself to try and be in a group of people or to be famous or just to please people. If those people are not pleased or impressed with this uniquely beautiful person that you are, then they are not worth your time.
We lose ourselves while impressing people who are never impressed by anything. And at that moment when we realise we have lost ourselves, it would be too late to remember ourselves and bring ourselves back. In what ever you do, be authentic. Stay you. Do you. Hell I am judged and some people look at me like a wierdo that writes sex all the time to gain confidence but that’s me. The person that I am or what I do doesn’t affect anybody’s body temperature. It is not a nuclear bomb that will swipe their sorry asses to hell. If they don’t like who you are tell’em to go suck shit and die. You don’t give a fuck. You are you and you are not going to change for their own amusement.
I am saying this from experience. I like a lot of things and I am interested in a whole lot of things. When some people ask me what my interest are and I tell them and they judge, I hate it. So I will also tell them they are as weird as fuck! It’s tit for tat in this world. You do me left, I will do you left. You fuck me sideways I will fuck you side ways.
So never let anyone think they can tell you who you wanna be. You are fucking awesome that way! Are you too eloquent about your sexuality and people don’t like it? Just don’t give two shits. Darling that’s what people do. They put you down.
Are you straight, gay, lesbian, bisexual, fat, too skinny, too revealing… Etc. Honey you are fine! You are the finest person there is on earth because you know damn well you the fuck you are! Be fucking proud of that! And accept it with pride.
Just put yourself first and don’t let anyone tell you who to be, who are they to tell you that? You the boss baby,
Who cares how these haters feel? Not me…