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? 

Culmination 

You do realise that I have laid down my power and prowled into your supremacy, in thrall to your different kind of love. The kind that had my tongue dry of words and my mind clouded by sinful butterflies, my mouth moaning a song with no tune but the melody to your ears. 

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You do realise that I have relinquished my guard and pulled my hair down, so you could exert the culmination of love that will make history that’s never been made before. The love …a sin that is rather inconceivable due to the venture it is. 

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You do realise that I have stripped off every facade or feign, exposed myself to you. Yet you call me bodacious and I am left wondering whether that is your inclination to get what you want or if your words are true. 

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I am open to you. I have allowed you to fill every orifice of my body. Allowed you to vacate every part of me even my treacherous heart, I have opened my legs, showed you my biggest insecurities and exposed how human I am. 

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But you do realise that you will garner all that power I hand to you. Use it against me and breed the culmination of sex that is immeasurable and then leave. The cloying love story you create. That’s when you should also realise you are a blind man with a crystal clear sight, ungrateful and never deserving of the kind of woman I am. 

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But, you are sinful after all 
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And I will fall for your flattery again. At least for your shadow. 

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. 

Boundless

My head hitting against the wall 

My eyes rolling back 

My toes curling 

My mind spiralling in ecstasy 
We are boundless. 

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As you drive into me

Drill into into me

Invigorated and unhinged 

Crazy and high on us 

Floating in boundless love. 

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Flip me over and spank me 

I have been a bad girl, please

Your hand on my skin feels like fireworks

The way it burns my skin, I am fucking crazy 

High on our boundless ardour

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Then you ram yourself in 

Right deep inside

Make me call your name out loud

Grab onto the sheets 

As you hold onto me tight 

Sheathe it between my tight walls 

Drown into our boundless fucking

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Then I tear apart

Exploding into multiple particles 

With your miraculous hands you will bring me back 

And untie the rope on my ankles 

Hold me tight and I tremble 

The tightness of our boundless adulation

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.

Discussion: what men like…

Hey guys, so I decided we would have some discussions on my blog and just get to know what people like and don’t. Especially men as they are hard to understand. 

I have heard quiet a lot of Prostate Stimulation for men. Is this something that men enjoy? 

So let’s discuss Prostate stimulation and whether you (men) like it or not or you (women) can do it for your man? 

No judgement here and you are free to express your opinion. 

What you do to me

I am an outlier 

The one creature that knows how to strip you naked with just a glance 

It’s amazing how your body enthrals every sense of me 

Conjure my hands to long and itch to caress you, touch you 

My finger tips on it, caressing in a tormenting dance along your shaft 

My eyes are keen 

To witness the merriment that will wash over your face, 

Gratification, 

How horny you are

To see you become an outlier, separating from reality to us – an ecstasy  

Hand your desires to me, let me take care of them 

My words are never kept within 

I will whisper it all to you 

How I like to see you burn in the wrath of my touch 

How I have some bad intentions for you 

And how much I like seeing your manhood all wrapped up in my hand 

My lips long 

It’s hard to just look and stroke 

Without the urge to lick you up 

Kiss you 

Taste you 

Gosh I am so desirous 

It’s all you, 

You make me sinful and crazy 

You make me outlier to my own innocence 

Because seeing your conjures every sinful sex I could imagine 

That man


He wore his successful charming smile 

Swept me off of my feet with his voice,

A sexy whisper combined with authority 
His brains, a masterpiece worth more than imaginable, 
Smart and witty 
Intelligence and eloquence 
Every single thing I ever wanted 
He had an expensive taste 
Knew wine my the back of his head 
Wore me a Givenchy
Bought me an emarald 
Wore money drenched suit, smelled like fortune 

He read minds too,  eloquent basturd 
He knew me like I was his 

But I had never been his 

He made my eye feel like they had accomplished a diamond 

The sight of him ritzy like his apartment. 

I felt rather dirty thinking about it 

But his manly hands on my body had me feeling as special as gold 

Then we went to his spacious kitchen 

Only good things came out of it for sure 

Then he said, 

“Bend over” his voice hoarse and husky and pulling my pants down already 

Perplexed I said “what?” 

He smacked my ass and made me bend over the granite stone island 

And that was his passport to my treasure 

The passport to dive deep inside and have my voice fill the room 

A new tune for the birds. 

His passport to my heart.