Man was not meant to work seven days a week I've realized.
Ye shall keep a Sabbath.....
For me that's on a Sunday...there's nothing like a Sunday morning. I am filled with appreciation for this day...of course I have a greater appreciation for the morning and not so much for the night.
On that day I rise to the bellowing sound of a cock , and stretch from my limbs, consciousness, muscles and bones the complexity of the six days prior. I dress quickly and head for the great outdoors....under a tree is where you'll find me, fresh fruits in hand, a notebook and a cup of tea...at rest with myself as a part of nature.
Twas a lively day yesterday too, with the sun burning its shape into the sky, the hills reaching toward the clouds in resplendent green wonder while said clouds float by is focused disarray...ahhhhh......a beautiful day, filled with promises of nothing to do but go get a paper in an hour or maybe two.
The breeze rustling through the bows o the coconut tree, birds chirping on and on about something seemingly fun. Shadows an shapes intermingle in the morning glory and I am left...yet again...to be in awe of life and this wonderful island livity.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
Ode
A troubled soul with a whip for a tongue, a mane like a lion, Samson personified. He wears a veil of abrasiveness to cover that very sweet smile and the tracks of a vulnerability caused by a broken heart.
He thrives on the wow factor and contorts his wit to reap this gift from all who he meets. One is easily repulsed by his candour but one is also intrigued by same cause it leaves you to wonder....what was her name.
Broken bits of him he clings to like a shroud of quasi existence in a world where sarcasm is king and drips from his lips like spicy red Zinfandel wine ...alluring but sometimes too deep.
His commitment to fighting the great fight is admirable but oft times he fights without a cause...for one never really knows what the powers that be have done to warrant his inability to leave a fight unfought.
He holds himself erect and strong, immorality his shield from emotion. His swagger undeniable, his interest fleeting. He's a sweet soul really, but then she sees sweet in all she meets, and her judgement has already been proven to be weak...always ready with what she wants most, he tip toes through her thoughts, a muse, forcing her to ask "what the fuck?"...
An avid reader he is, filled with knowledge of too many things, a Clarke Kent in superman's body, he is a woman's fantasy and when he finally gets going he is impossible to not treat. his strength belies his weakest link which he somehow doesn't seem to know exists and runs so deep. Will he hide away while they drag him over the coals for unwanted overtures or will he fight now that there's a cause...counter suit possibly, evidence to be uncovered which demonstrates he was not unprovoked.
Through his transparently thick machismo she sees beyond his attitude...he is an island treasure and it burns deep within her to see him actualize and be free....In the end, to the man that taught her how to build her triceps, she says.."Remember you are a King....ROAR".
He thrives on the wow factor and contorts his wit to reap this gift from all who he meets. One is easily repulsed by his candour but one is also intrigued by same cause it leaves you to wonder....what was her name.
Broken bits of him he clings to like a shroud of quasi existence in a world where sarcasm is king and drips from his lips like spicy red Zinfandel wine ...alluring but sometimes too deep.
His commitment to fighting the great fight is admirable but oft times he fights without a cause...for one never really knows what the powers that be have done to warrant his inability to leave a fight unfought.
He holds himself erect and strong, immorality his shield from emotion. His swagger undeniable, his interest fleeting. He's a sweet soul really, but then she sees sweet in all she meets, and her judgement has already been proven to be weak...always ready with what she wants most, he tip toes through her thoughts, a muse, forcing her to ask "what the fuck?"...
An avid reader he is, filled with knowledge of too many things, a Clarke Kent in superman's body, he is a woman's fantasy and when he finally gets going he is impossible to not treat. his strength belies his weakest link which he somehow doesn't seem to know exists and runs so deep. Will he hide away while they drag him over the coals for unwanted overtures or will he fight now that there's a cause...counter suit possibly, evidence to be uncovered which demonstrates he was not unprovoked.
Through his transparently thick machismo she sees beyond his attitude...he is an island treasure and it burns deep within her to see him actualize and be free....In the end, to the man that taught her how to build her triceps, she says.."Remember you are a King....ROAR".
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Interview
Tomorrow I will don my best garb and wait to be led before the firing squad of 4 panelists.
I will whisper as I wait, prayers for strength and solid memory. I will hope my sweat does'nt run down my forehead and that a calm physical appearance will be my shield from the onslaught of questions designed to boggle the mind and cast you into an abyss of self doubt.
In the end, hopefully, I will come out on top and my plans for home ownership would have commenced. Aaahhhh
I will whisper as I wait, prayers for strength and solid memory. I will hope my sweat does'nt run down my forehead and that a calm physical appearance will be my shield from the onslaught of questions designed to boggle the mind and cast you into an abyss of self doubt.
In the end, hopefully, I will come out on top and my plans for home ownership would have commenced. Aaahhhh
Monday, March 16, 2009
Public Service Announcement
Taboo as is is to admit these days to the fact that the feel of sex is gloriously enhanced when there are no barriers between him and the soft velvety feel of inside me, I will take a stand today to refute the claims of the HIV campaigns and declare that there is indeed a difference between gloved and 'ungloved' Love.
A 'condomized' connection falls grossly short of the Alps to which an 8 inch black, rigid d--k can take you. The gratification received serves only to dull the need for physical contact and places in your mind the notion that you have felt him completely. Yes, it is understood that in these days that's a fact we have to live with if we wish to live but.....Nothing Compares to a Bareback Ride.
Personally therefore, I am willing to take my time with someone I really like so that we can explore each other in this way without worry. In this connection, I am willing to get tested for HIV as part of our date, I am willing to wait the 6 months to get tested again to be sure and if I were a stronger girl, I could possible wait a further 3 months to be triple sure, and depending on the result .....fuck him in the car park of the testing centre.
No one understands more than me the allure of the skin to skin feel, however a demonstration of patience is required if one wishes to be around for further enjoyment with others. I therefore advocate the use of condoms during the waiting period as you build up to the glory day (provided all goes well with the test).
With two negative results in hand I can lay back in comfort and watch as he sucks me dry, darting his tongue in and out of me sipping, slurping tasting his way from my slit to my clit...teasing, coaxing a wet response. On that glory day, night, weekend - I prefer this ;) I get to be free to indulge completely and its usually worth the wait.
I get to suck him and swallow without a moment of fear...I get to nibble and lick and kiss, I get to straddle him a fuck him til the sun comes up and enjoy the glimpses I get of my juices glistening on his black c--k....I get to tell him to take a look at my response to him as he dips and slips in and out, excavating, uncovering the treasure of my cum....I get to watch him watch me drop to my knees and lick my juices from his d--k with my pink lips, and I get to enjoy the contrast that is.
With safety in check, one is afforded an opportunity to really fuck each other into submission, and trust me, this is heaven. So Get Tested.....at least twice before you enter into an unprotected ride.
A 'condomized' connection falls grossly short of the Alps to which an 8 inch black, rigid d--k can take you. The gratification received serves only to dull the need for physical contact and places in your mind the notion that you have felt him completely. Yes, it is understood that in these days that's a fact we have to live with if we wish to live but.....Nothing Compares to a Bareback Ride.
Personally therefore, I am willing to take my time with someone I really like so that we can explore each other in this way without worry. In this connection, I am willing to get tested for HIV as part of our date, I am willing to wait the 6 months to get tested again to be sure and if I were a stronger girl, I could possible wait a further 3 months to be triple sure, and depending on the result .....fuck him in the car park of the testing centre.
No one understands more than me the allure of the skin to skin feel, however a demonstration of patience is required if one wishes to be around for further enjoyment with others. I therefore advocate the use of condoms during the waiting period as you build up to the glory day (provided all goes well with the test).
With two negative results in hand I can lay back in comfort and watch as he sucks me dry, darting his tongue in and out of me sipping, slurping tasting his way from my slit to my clit...teasing, coaxing a wet response. On that glory day, night, weekend - I prefer this ;) I get to be free to indulge completely and its usually worth the wait.
I get to suck him and swallow without a moment of fear...I get to nibble and lick and kiss, I get to straddle him a fuck him til the sun comes up and enjoy the glimpses I get of my juices glistening on his black c--k....I get to tell him to take a look at my response to him as he dips and slips in and out, excavating, uncovering the treasure of my cum....I get to watch him watch me drop to my knees and lick my juices from his d--k with my pink lips, and I get to enjoy the contrast that is.
With safety in check, one is afforded an opportunity to really fuck each other into submission, and trust me, this is heaven. So Get Tested.....at least twice before you enter into an unprotected ride.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Sexy...the Sequel
Sexy is his hand under my skirt flirting with that soft V....stroking, kneading...touching you.
Sexy is the look on his face when you invite him to make love to you.
Sexy is that gleam in his eyes as he falls to his knees before you, waiting for a gesture of approval to touch his lips and tongue to the wet flesh.
Sexy is his confidence in his skill to take you to the brink and back with sweet torture
Sexy is his moan when my hips wine and grind his mouth to my satisfaction
Sexy is the tease of his fingertips over my clit as starts to probe the entrance to heaven
Sexy is wishing his tongue was there instead
Sexy is watching him under me, torn between watching me ride and fucking me out.
Sexy is seeing him give in to the latter feeling
Sexy is being pliant as he bends and twists your body to find that right position in which to touch
that sp..ot
Sexy is his pumping reaction to a whisper for more
Sexy is him taking your toes into his mouth so he can feel the clench and release on his dick
Sexy is breaking that vibe to taste the instrument of pleasure.
Sexy is him dipping and slipping in and out of your mouth
Sexy is him incrementally filling your throat with inch after inch of him
Sexy is the gag that results
Sexy is his hand at the sides of my face holding me in place on his dick
Sexy is simulating so well with your lips and tongue the snatch of your pussy that he pulls away to cool the growing fire in him to fill your mouth with seed
Sexy is waiting with lips agape...hungry for his return
Sexy is the groan from deep within you as he strokes your tongue with the velvety soft shaft
Sexy is him being motivated by that to forget that you are his friend, colleague, bredren, friend's sister, best friend's wife or girlfriend and deliver a poetry evoking fuck session which drains your body of fluids and sweetly batters and bruises your insides into submission to him.....leaving you spent...unable to recharge...Finally Satisfied.
Sexy is the look on his face when you invite him to make love to you.
Sexy is that gleam in his eyes as he falls to his knees before you, waiting for a gesture of approval to touch his lips and tongue to the wet flesh.
Sexy is his confidence in his skill to take you to the brink and back with sweet torture
Sexy is his moan when my hips wine and grind his mouth to my satisfaction
Sexy is the tease of his fingertips over my clit as starts to probe the entrance to heaven
Sexy is wishing his tongue was there instead
Sexy is watching him under me, torn between watching me ride and fucking me out.
Sexy is seeing him give in to the latter feeling
Sexy is being pliant as he bends and twists your body to find that right position in which to touch
that sp..ot
Sexy is his pumping reaction to a whisper for more
Sexy is him taking your toes into his mouth so he can feel the clench and release on his dick
Sexy is breaking that vibe to taste the instrument of pleasure.
Sexy is him dipping and slipping in and out of your mouth
Sexy is him incrementally filling your throat with inch after inch of him
Sexy is the gag that results
Sexy is his hand at the sides of my face holding me in place on his dick
Sexy is simulating so well with your lips and tongue the snatch of your pussy that he pulls away to cool the growing fire in him to fill your mouth with seed
Sexy is waiting with lips agape...hungry for his return
Sexy is the groan from deep within you as he strokes your tongue with the velvety soft shaft
Sexy is him being motivated by that to forget that you are his friend, colleague, bredren, friend's sister, best friend's wife or girlfriend and deliver a poetry evoking fuck session which drains your body of fluids and sweetly batters and bruises your insides into submission to him.....leaving you spent...unable to recharge...Finally Satisfied.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Thoughts
Seduction is :
- His eyes on me as I lean in closer to hear him explain how he seduces a woman.
- The warmth of his breath as he whispers...."with words"
- The thrill that stirs in you
- The part of his cute lips and the contrast of his white teeth against his pink tongue
- His seemingly unorchestrated ease with you as he chats about this and that
- Imagining his fingers a plucking all your fucking strings
- His attempt at a "come hither" look :)
- Losing track of the conversation as a result of imaginings of him in a more relaxed position between your legs
- Noting his strong forearms and wide chest
- Watching his reaction to a question about his size ( a girl should know upfront what she's getting into)
- Knowing he's off limits but wanting so much to test the waters and his commitment to resisting the temptation
- Thinking in that moment that it would be a pleasure to kiss those sexy lips, but haphazardly, skillfully manoeuvring away from his intended kisses out of respect for the band of gold he wears so happily
- Feeling pangs of regret for the possible romp roaring sex that could have followed if I had given in.
- A man who unknowingly brings out the good in you.
- His eyes on me as I lean in closer to hear him explain how he seduces a woman.
- The warmth of his breath as he whispers...."with words"
- The thrill that stirs in you
- The part of his cute lips and the contrast of his white teeth against his pink tongue
- His seemingly unorchestrated ease with you as he chats about this and that
- Imagining his fingers a plucking all your fucking strings
- His attempt at a "come hither" look :)
- Losing track of the conversation as a result of imaginings of him in a more relaxed position between your legs
- Noting his strong forearms and wide chest
- Watching his reaction to a question about his size ( a girl should know upfront what she's getting into)
- Knowing he's off limits but wanting so much to test the waters and his commitment to resisting the temptation
- Thinking in that moment that it would be a pleasure to kiss those sexy lips, but haphazardly, skillfully manoeuvring away from his intended kisses out of respect for the band of gold he wears so happily
- Feeling pangs of regret for the possible romp roaring sex that could have followed if I had given in.
- A man who unknowingly brings out the good in you.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Defensively Speaking
I am not doing too well with the Lent thing...
The Player mounted a hell of an attack and I was failed by memories so I fell
The Body builder made amends for his behaviour with an introduction to the hard side of him and he rocked me all night long...for two nights
First love look like him really vex suh him nuh call
But all in all I think I did well cause Boogie advanced this morning, and though my heart played a rhythm of love and bombarded me with memories of the feel of him on me, I resisted.....I Overcame.
I don't feel victorious or proud....I know it was the right thing to do, but....it doesn't feel the way I thought my stand against the embodiment of all evil would.
The Player mounted a hell of an attack and I was failed by memories so I fell
The Body builder made amends for his behaviour with an introduction to the hard side of him and he rocked me all night long...for two nights
First love look like him really vex suh him nuh call
But all in all I think I did well cause Boogie advanced this morning, and though my heart played a rhythm of love and bombarded me with memories of the feel of him on me, I resisted.....I Overcame.
I don't feel victorious or proud....I know it was the right thing to do, but....it doesn't feel the way I thought my stand against the embodiment of all evil would.
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