It is a promise 

I am in thrall to my own torment of longing. My sensual senses are as sharp as the honed fangs of a new born vampire. Allured by the passion from the fields harvested by the depth of my desires that I am unbeknownst to. I am young and almost inferior in the field of love. My expression is harsh sometimes I moan due to the heat from the welt of eroticism that exerts the inconceivable amount of pleasure. I crave what I have never tasted like a poor child craving food he’s never ate. Constant arousal has become a tree that grows but never dies. I am wanton it’s unbearable. I do not long for being worshiped, the hegemonic feeling in me commands me to show one love that he’s believed to be absent. The kind of love that he has never heard of even in the scribes of love. Love that is audacious, love that seeks no authority and one that exerts affection and love without an apology and not expecting more back. Such longing couldbe deemed    for just sexual pleasure but it’s nonetheless spiritual. Cause through my blood I could feel a glowing magnificent hand touch me within. I will pulse, spasm as the electricity spikes through my blood stream. It’s not naivety when I know how to choose the recipient of my heart. They have always fallen in love with me but I have always fell in love with what is off limits because it’s undeniably who I am.  I love a little adventure because it scares me shitless while it hones me sharper. I will not bat my wings all over the place like a headless chicken. Patience may not be my virtue but I will not throw myself into the lustrous flames only to endure pain than love. I bid my eyes to notice he who comes with bad intention or dark desires to rip me from my pride and beauty until they become blinded by the grace and halo of the one man that is meant for me.

It is a promise. 

Am I lucky?

I feel you, like the ants inside the layer of my skin, 

Crawling affection alarming the bells that were dead,

Skin craving like your touch is a needle of affection

You haven’t touched me yet 

Hence I am inhaling the fumes of your craving for me all over your shaft like a shark smelling blood, 

Tainted lips across my skin, awakening the death of lust i had buried far within

Alive are my nipples yearning for your attention 

If my arousal could be water, my pants would be floating on an ocean

I have wanted you since the morning I laid my eyes on you, light gleamed in your eyes and I was beguiled; is it luck or lust?

~

The tale says only the lucky ones see a shooting star once in their lifetime, but as you sweetly and delicately present yourself into me, feel me wrap tight and warm around you like a glove, hear your groan of want and gratification vibrate from your throat as I lay my lips and taste the sweat on your skin; taste you – I see a million shooting stars, 

~

Does that mean I am lucky? 

Lucky enough to be the vessel that allows you to enter it with your magical wand, 

Glide into me like a snake that found a brand new cave 

Bite on to me like I am the forbidden fruit, one you will never ever have again

Kiss me like I am the passing second and you wouldn’t want to waste me

Lick my skin like I am glazed with honey and you can’t get enough of me

Hear me moan your name like a bird chirping in summer morning 

Slap your skin against mine in thrall to your own welt of pleasure 

Plough me like you are exerting yourself into me 

Fuck me like you’re straight out of prison, and I was your dream

Give me shooting stars while you glaze my lips with your love, ravish my pussy with your hunger and brand my body with your lust. 

Life as an erotic romance writer 

A lot of people have perceptions about erotica and the erotic romance writers. I for certain, I sometimes feel like I have the dissociative identity disorder (DID) like I have six personalities, 

  1. An erotic one for when I am writing 
  2. One for friends (where I have to not be myself 
  3. One for the family (where I can’t think of myself only and where I have to spend time impressing people)
  4. One that’s depressed (single life can be shit and finance is also shit and body image… the list could go on) 
  5. The smart girl (at uni) 
  6. A loud talkative and assertive girl (work) 

Sometimes I feel like I am the narrator in  Fight club, my characters are a reflection of me and sometimes a better or worse reflection of me. I remember my first character ever was basically me with a different name and different location by similar circumstances. 

Being an erotic romance writer propels writers to almost feel annihilated by the world. I used to say ‘an artist should never feel ashamed or hide their own work‘ I take myself as an artist and half of the times I hide what I write. But one day I told myself to actually come out not hide because to me there is nothing wrong with it and my class mates found out. One day when I was talking to two of them they asked me how do I do it. I said I think it comes natural and the other one said to the other ‘don’t you think it’s weird writing and thinking about sex? Have you seen the stuff that these freaks write? They are messed up‘ in that moment I felt like I could burry myself in a hole. I felt like a freak but in a disgusting way. And more when his mate said ‘yeah, I mean what would be happening in their mind? Porn? Besides, it’s normally fat people that aren’t getting it” And then they laughed and guess what; I am a curvy girl so who were they calling fat really? And who wasn’t wrong? Me cause I also don’t hide that I am single. I mean I was sitting at the same table between the both of them and they were indirectly telling I was a god damn fat freak with no life and all I think about is porn. I don’t even watch porn.

Some people who actually know make every conversation so strange. I remember this lad from work always tried playing ‘would you rather’ and he would ask questions like ‘would you rather have sex with four lads or would you rather Fuck an ugly guy with a huge dick or would you rather eat pussy or suck dick?’ This makes me feel disrespected and violated and it makes me uncomfortable. And one time he said one of our workmates said I have ‘blowjob lips‘ and Fuck does that mean? Besides that’s disrespect and an insult. I am pretty sure they wouldn’t say that to anyone.

Sometimes I can’t be myself with my own friends. My friends don’t even want to go watch fifty shades cause it’s too sexual for them. One day I complemented one of them and said she has nice tits, it’s not like she was naked or anything she was complaining about them being so small and all I said was “you have nice tits…” before I could finish she was laughing at me saying I spoke like a perv why can’t I just say breast. I seriously felt heartbroken cos I couldn’t even be myself with my friends. So Everytime I say something I have to revise my words. Some of them when they see me writing they start making fun of it and calling it the worst possible names. It makes me want to hide and it makes me think if my friends can’t accept me then what about the world basically? 

Life as an erotic romance writer for me is only okay when I am writing for this blog. I sometimes feel afraid that if I were to find a guy I really like, what would be their reaction and after knowing what I write and that I have a blog where I write erotica; would they respect me or see me as a humping bag and then leave? 

I don’t know about other erotic romance writers. Maybe they live in the environment where it doesn’t make them look like total weirdos. But in my world I look like an absolute weirdo. Some even act like they don’t read these kind of stuff and besides, they have never read what I write. I know some people’s erotic stories could come across appalling because of how pornographic the story would be but it’s not really about that. Well mine isn’t like that. I don’t even have to justify this because you lot read my writing and I could barely say you have read anything that isn’t driven by passion and love and one that won’t make you sick. Everything I write is inspired by love and the beauty of love. Besides, it’s a way for me to understand myself. 

Anyway, life as an erotic romance writer is almost like a mystery. It’s either you reveal it and see what happens or you don’t and live in silence. I don’t know about others but mine is a secret and a secret doesn’t always feel good. 

The girl with the lollipop 

Daily prompt challenge: lollipop 

He was relaxing at the park, enjoying the once in a while sun in England. His eyes scanned around the park until they stopped by this young woman who was unwrapping the red bulbous lollipop. It looked like one of them over size-ish ones that are sold at the fun fairs. Somehow he was enthralled with how relaxed the young woman was. She was sitting at a bench across him with her legs crossed and her blue skirt sliding down to her hips leaving her thighs a bit bare. His eyes came up to her hands that were positioned in front of her chest, her nipples were protruding through the white cropped vest heading to her pierced belly button.  

She grabbed her phone by the other hand and started licking her lollipop while she played with her foot as though she was dancing to the music in her head. It wasn’t like he had never seen a lady eats lollipop it was how she was having it. She licked it, twirled the top of her young at the top of the lollipop then sucked it in. She pulled it out and ran her toungue licking the access juice on it, she played her tongue around it like waves. She did it so easy as though she didn’t even know how sensual her mouth was. 

The lollipop was painting her lips but she seemed to be entranced by the phone while he was entranced by her. She sucked in the lollipop, in and out of her mouth he could hear her slurping. She pulled it out and kind of glanced at it before her eyes went back to her phone and caressed her lips on the bulbous lollipop before she semi-inserted it between her lips, pressing them on it that it’s slides out. She does it again before licking it, twirling it on her tongue and sucking it. 

He had to stop looking and look down when he felt his member pulse. He had become aroused as the image couldn’t look or feel mundane. 

He got up and walked away, when he couldn’t help himself but glance back at her she was looking at him with a mischievous bit coquettish smile. With her hand holding her lollipop she waved at it and still couldn’t go back. 

He had a wife at home.

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 

A naughty woman gets fucked and spanked P1

She wondered, what was it about the pleasure exerted by the flames of a man’s hand against her butt cheeks. It was a fantasy and she had never ever felt it. The last time she’d requested it, it was with a man who saw it as a different nature to provide pleasure through pain. Even when he dared to, his slap felt like a little touch of a small baby hand. He cared too much and sometimes what she needed was careless love. A love so careless and edgy that she would almost quit but because it’s such a challenge it would conjure her to stay. So now she has found a man, his grip is as strong as wood. His eyes seer lust like a demon of sex. “Come here” he is sat on the bed fully dress. She takes the few steps towards her. She is also dressed in a beautiful dress and some work heels. 

As she closes near, he grabs her waist and yanks her towards him with such hunger as though he will fit all of her in his mouth. He presses his nose against her stomach and inhales while his fingers dig deep into her ass that she can’t help but emit a complimentary moan. His hands caress around her body down her legs with each trace and each feathered feel of his fingers on her skin causing arousal, her pussy yearning and craving his touch. “Harvey…” she breaths but he slides his fingers up to her lips and presses them on her lips. She can’t help but kiss his thick fingers before enveloping it in her mouth and sucking hard on it that he moans closing her eyes and his member protruding.  

Harvey inserts his hand in her drenched underwear. She grinds her hips, spreading her legs a little bit wider to allow him enough access. She draws her neck back when Harvey rubs her clit gently and slowly in tormenting circular motions. He pushes his fingers into her mouth and forces her to suck on them. He rises from the bed and looks deep in her eyes. Keeping the two of his fingers  in her mouth while she sucks hard, he kisses her neck eliciting so much lust that she becomes oblivious to who she is or what she feels. All she knows is she wants to be fucked. Real good. 

Harvey drives his fingers down her mouth while looking into her eyes, murmuring sweet seductive words. She deep throats his fingers. He pulls them out and hastily kisses her.  Before she gets used to the hot tongue session Harvey throws her onto the bed. 

“On all fours babe” he bids the clicking of his belt loud and masculine in the room. She does and bid. 

“Spread them wide, I want to see how wet that pussy is” Harvey’s nasty words have her almost climaxing. Especially when she spreads her knees and he runs his fingers down her pussy. His touch is medicine, intoxicating and dangerous. He smacks her pussy and she yelps. Furious pleasure ripples through her body but she knows it’s no an orgasm it’s a warning before the tsunami or an orgasm. He uses his belt to slap her pussy tenderly and she draws her neck back arching her back. The arousal, the sweet painful arousal that she feels makes her crazy. Harder this time, Harvey slaps the mouth of the belt on her pussy and she cries out loud her wetness running down her legs. She wants more and she wants him to hit harder. So she begs for it and Harvey’s next slap has no mercy and it calls a huge climax but she knows it’s another warning and she wants more. Harvey inserts two of his fingers into her pussy and quickly finger her, she is so wet and slippery; it’s making Harvey ten times harder and she is at the urge of the climax. He smacks her ass and her pussy clenches around his fingers. He pulls them out glazed with her essence. 

“You drive me crazy woman” he growls spanking her pussy making her clench some more, then he climbs on the bed and presses her back down onto the bed making her pussy open than ever. Then he puts his finger in her wet walls before inserting his thick cock stretching her out and… 

(To be continued) it kinda got too hot here. I can’t finish cause 💦💦💦 so maybe tomorrow or later today. 

Sex with you

Dripping 

Wetness sliding down my legs 

Keenness to feel your touch 

You are teasing Me, and I don’t know if I like it 

My clit tingles, it seeks to be played with

Roll it around your fingers 

Round and round – drive me crazy as you rub – round and round 

I am heaving 

Each breath I take, a jolt hits my spine,

 I tremble 

You tongue licking across my sex, promises a seizure from an orgasm 

Shutter my body with you magnificent touch, 

Tell me, am I not the luckiest woman? 

Dripping

Wetness sliding down my thighs 

I am craving to feel you sheath into me 

Feel every inch of you take possession of my body 

Take it slow so my pussy will reminisce the feeling the next time I touch myself 

Bit my bit, every measure of you, 

Your girth, feel it stretch me as you occupy yourself in me 

Until I feel your pubic bone hit against mine. 

You are all in

No body can take you in like I do 

Wrap you tight and warm; it feels damn good you are moaning louder 

And you have taken my breath away 

Because I am dripping 

Wetness sliding down my legs 

~

My heart beats fast as you plough me 

Nail me to the bed, I ain’t moving I am yours 

Ride me good, I will be your white horse my dark angel 

Grind on me let me feel you move like the anaconda in a tight tunnel 

Let me feel your skin on mine, your girth expanding like the mouth of a hungry beast 

Let me feel you pulse inside me, that enthralls me 

And Fuck me

Hard 

~

But you are a gentle man you will let me cum before you come and then you will bend me over again and make me cum again 

It’s a roller costa because on my knees I will make you cum again 

We don’t stop until our body feels like it’s been stripped off of any piece of strength 

That just us.

The love of a dignified woman

I am drowning in the pool of want 
My love, should you pull me out and coax me in your arms 

Let me satiate your arousal, 

Let me be on my knees and worship you, my king 

I am a woman with dignity and hence untethered love for you 

Should I feel weak for wanting you to glaze me with your essence and let me shine your grace and glory on my skin 

Many would think I am a freak but the truth to that is knowns by you my love, I am an untamed rider, I will ride you dry until the hinges of my hips feel like they will disjoint from each other. 

Sometimes I wonder if I was made of rubber, how could you possibly fill yourself into my mouth and let me drink up your essence while deep in my throat. 

I am a woman well aware of what I want and who I am, my face is a shade of cuteness, my brains are opulent; filled with all kinds of beauty and nastiness. Tonight baby, I will show you what nasty looks like and tomorrow I will be your cuteness 

Tonight burry yourself st every orifice of my body and then say it… 

tell me… 

tell me I am the only one. 

The only one that you love, if not I will not let you release your essence inside me because I am a woman who knows what she wants and who she is… and I will not be played and disrespected 

Let’s Fuck

Famished, time is passing, eaten by the wind, nothing, there is nothing happening just us, eyes biddy and giddy, bodies excited and nervous, 

Time is passing and we are here, just sitting, eaten by the thoughts in our brains, burning like acid, bit by bit, No blinking nor speaking, holding hands we can’t leave 

We are closer than further, open than closed, tongues tempt to tie but lips are sealed, time is passing eaten by life and here we are sitting, we aren’t mortal, we don’t feel safe considering the explosions, we should be grateful we survived the wrath of our orgasm 

We have nothing, nothing to wear, bear and nothing to hide, my nipples are puckered, I ain’t trying to hide, you are growing turgid, you are hard, I am swollen, you have been here before, a few minutes ago and yet I still salivate at your sight, no I don’t mean my mouth, I mean my pussy, my mouth is dry, please water me

Time is passing, we should preserve it, nothing special just something sensual, exquisite and dangerous, how but we mingle, scratch this tingle, tell me which angle this time then 

Let’s Fuck. 

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?