LENT

Wednesday marked the beginning of 40 days of temptation and while I couldn't claim to have any likeness to the great overcomer, I believe that every one of us has a chance to be saved by his father. We all through God's help can say with confidence "Get thee behind me Satan".

Ash Wednesday caught me engrossed in thought about me...my lack of patience and my seeming endless intolerance for every thing around me. In true celebration of Christianity however I pondered what to give up for the season. In years gone by my first guess would have been "sex" but with very little of that taking place right now I figure I shouldn't push the envelop on that subject lest I forget the feel and taste of this sport. I chose therefore the lesser evil....taking a break from all my distractions. I prayed on it and hoped that these 4o days would pass like many before, unnoticed, unspectacular...very run of the mill. I should've known better.

Sometimes its difficult for me to not think that there is a place reserved in heaven for me should I decide to surrender to the Lord fully, cause no sooner I had made this resolution did I recall that I by simply wanting to be better, would be bombarded by serpentine plots to steal my blessing. This time was no different.

In the weeks past I have been a good enough girl, I think. I have played with some buddies but only with words nothing physical. I have also been very clear on the fact that I am playing so my bredrens ought not to have construed any depth from my behaviour. Of late therefore I have found myself longing for experienced hands to rock my body....so I have been focusing on Mr. ATL. No sooner did I have a in mind to book a ticket to New York to exorcise my demons, did First Love decide to come to visit and demand to see me. I did the math and it seemed safe to agree to meet for a drink in his two day stint cause I would have flown out and in by the time he touched down. In the mix also was a planned night of love making with the Body Builder. All was well with the world:)

I should have known that my full social calendar mingled with a promise to the Lord would have resulted in even more stress. I did not expect however:

• That Mr. ATL would piss me off on a point of cash and possessiveness
• That First Love would have had a death in his family which would require him to be here sooner rather than later
• That the Body Builder would become a p---yhole overnight
• And the coup de grace...the Player would call to see if I was now well enough to play

Mi salt.

If this were someone else's life I would be amused slightly, but as I am the one in the hot seat....I'm pissed.

The world was no longer right and as I am immature in my approach to these things usually, I decided to cut off my nose to spite my face....suh mi leggo all a dem. I have some regrets but I know that this was just the beginning, soon even Boogie will torment me and while I know I can dance around the rest, I pray for strength to overcome when he advances

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We Must Overcome

I have come to the realisation that I am one of those older people who can't stand uppity children...yes, I am now my mother.

On Friday I visited the HWT Bus Station just a half hour after they killed a thief at the entrance on Constant Spring Road. The space was littered with high school children just milling around as if nothing had happened....how hardened we have become to violence, even the youngest of the lot seemed unperturbed by the days happenings and stood resolute in their plans to idle away the Friday evening in joy in the bus park.

I know the area to be dangerous but I needed envelopes so I stopped in to purchase same from the Book shop there. As I waited to be rung up, my eyes drifted to a Young Couple...lost in their own world caressing each other. Now I wouldn't have had a problem if the expressive couple were even 13 years old, but since they barely looked out of second form (8th grade) I was disgusted.

There they were, his hands looped around her ass under her book bag, kneading the mound of flesh......and there she was, her arms similarly looped and staring deeply into his eyes as he whispered sweet nothings (probably the words to "Rampin Shop" cause they think this a display of literary genious' capture of intimate relations) and they were as one. What the.....

Not being one to stand idly by and watch my education tax contribution wasted, upon finishing my transaction I stepped to the love-birds and asked whether they were sure this was the vibe they wanted to perpetrate in the bus park. In salute to me as an Elder, they were quiet and broke the hold....they did not answer however and I'm not sure if it was embarrassment, ignorance or indignation....but I was not deterred, so I asked a follow-up question, to the little hazel eyed girl with her cornrow natural hair giving the impression of a youth with good 'broughtupsy'..."What would your mother say if she knew what you were doing in the bus park?"....at that stage I don't know if it was anger which darkened those hazel discs but her "man" took her by the hand and walked me out. What the.....:)

All that time my friend stood there in disbelief that I would put our lives again at risk. She beseeched me to "Come" as teh ordeal unfolded... she took my hand and trie dto lead me away whispering in a shaky tome "Let's go before they return wid dem bad man friends and bus' wi ass".... I'm not irrational so the wisdom of thsoe words were not lost on me.....I acceded and left the scene.

Our youth are lost....adulthood and childhood seem to have gotten crossed somewhere in the mix in this information age and we are living in a country of undefined roles...it must stop, it will stop, we all have to be the change. A generation of vipers await us in the future if we are not robust in our attack...are these the people you want in charge of your lives in your old age? We must stand.We cannot bend to the wishes of these misguided youth who wish to jump the gun on adulthood and who by virtue of having sex, feel they are one with those who went before......join me and let us mash down that lie.

Dialogue

Communication in a relationship is necessary to retain good relations as you go along the journey. It is important to open up, talk to your partner, convey to him what you want and how you want it.

For those who don’t understand the dialect…I’m sorry….for those who do….enjoy.....

What do you want?

More.

Will you be a good girl if I push it in?

Yes.

Don’t move.

Mmmmm.

Don’t make me slap you, don’t move.

Slap me….please.

God you feel good.

Hit that spot fi mi baby.

Oooww.

Baby.

Suck mi.

Open your mouth.

Mmmmm.

No hands. Just suck it like that…..aaahhh.

Bend over ;-)

Its wet and ready.

Can I fuck this pretty pussy?

Yeeessss strech it fi mi an’ mek it feel good

Stay right there…..good girl…..good girl.

Ohhhhhhh.

I’m gonna cum.

Go down deep and sprinkle mi baby.

Ahhhh.

Not yet.

Right now….cum now…cumm …….cummmm…..Yeah man…cum fi mi….cum pan mi dick

God yuh dick sweet….bruk it in deh fi mi….cum inna mi hole…….Mek di pussy mek yuh cum…fuck it like a big man and cum ………

Good boy…..good boy.

Sleeping Together

If I had the power to change one thing in this world, it would be that the sun would come up at 8:00 a.m. …….For then, time would seemingly stand still and he nor me would have to go to work…too early. It would leave us time in those wee hours to reconnect with each others’ bodies without intercourse. A time to express our….. passion for each.

His hands….all over my body….my head on his chest….. my legs intertwined with his…..his lips on my forehead. That moment would last and so would the feeling of…love/like…..comfort.
I could get the opportunity to…rest with him; to run my fingertips over his chest, to caress each nipple with my tongue, to trail kisses to his neck….. to nuzzle, to kiss….all from the safety of that nook. To kiss him to bed. To align your body so closely to his that his thigh between your legs is soaked…..To whisper sweet nothings in his ear, to watch him fight for control……to see him succeed at that in honour of the intimacy of the moment.….

To feel him in this time is a wonderful thing. To rest atop him just to sleep forms a spiritual connection only a truly greater man could put asunder. To take his arm across your waist, his front to your back, to kiss his fingers, to settle against his body and feel him rise….to shuffle in, to feel him pull you closer….that moment that makes you… exhale.

To roll over in his arms and snuggle in as he kisses your shoulder and neck while still asleep, a reflex action like the throb in your loins at the gentleness he reserves for you in his bed…..This is how men should sleep with their woman.

Making Love is a Process

Pt. I

A whisper was what I heard as he stirred me at 3:00 a.m. this morning to make him feel alive.

‘Spread your legs for me baby……spread your legs”. Light kisses rained down on my breasts, stomach and inner thighs…..mmmmmmm. I tried to put a hand up when he came too close to that spot, that V, but his sticking tongue lulled me into inaction as he sipped and sipped. Before I could remember what I had planned, my legs fell to the sides…open they waited...deceiving me.

Softly as the pressure built into an almost frenzy, I reached for his head, and with Goat T covered in me he asked whether he wasn’t...moving me. “It feels fucking great” was my answer…and I lamented how much he knew me.

With hands rendered useless by this sin I could only scream into a pillow as he stuck his finger in. I prayed my neighbours could hear and listen to how a man should make love to his woman.

“Shhhh” he coached. But how could I remain quiet when everything in me was bursting out, fluids ready to stream from my body into his…..mouth. How could be still?

I decided to let him feel what I was feeling and asked if I could straddle his face….he agreed wholeheartedly……gotta luv a man who is free enough to release his body to me…..mmmmm. I watched as he assumed the position openly and signaled to me when and I watched him then…admiring m handywork and he was beautiful.

I trailed kisses from the side of his neck to his chest and he steered my head to his nipple and moaned a command for me to lick. I flicked and licked the knob and nurtured a rising peak. He was pliant….that was soooo sweet.

With temptation that great I could only indulge, I abandoned my plan of straddling his face and dragged my tongue instead over his stomach and taunt waist. His groan of pleasure was deep and low as I licked the side of the shaft and border of the mushroom head....readying him for the warmth of the back of my throat.

“Can I suck you baby?” I asked with his dick’s head secure between the side of my tongue and cheek. His yes was inaudible but the feel of his hands at the back of my head forcing me down to deliver a deep throat was proof of the yes he said.

I swallowed him whole…..