After a long trip into Kingston, on a winding road through the hills of St. Andrew and St. Mary…the peacefulness of the day was evident in the comfortable silence between a man and a woman. With his free hand in yours you trace the pattern of his veins and admire the strength in his wrist and fingers…yes, in a quick glance you capture him in your mind and think…‘he's beautiful’.
A shower after some spirits and a draw of sumpn nice….you wait patiently for him to join you in the bed beside the mirror……through tired eyes you watch his muscular body approach and every sense leaps to life…..its not often a woman happens across that pleasurable mix of good looks and skill, so you were thankful for the opportunity to bend to his will.
A touch of his lips to your inner thigh sent electric pulses through your body and he watches with fixed interest your writhing response….when kisses trail upwards over your hips and navel, the line of your stomach, your neck and chin…your involuntary spasms become more and more intense and brings your flesh closer to the source of your desire…. But still he hovers by your lips to watch you feel him….tantalizing.
With passion burning from the heat of the moment and bodies now drenched with anticipation, the beginning is sealed with a kiss…a long, hard, eruption evoking kiss. You foil his plans as he tries to return to the start and encourage instead a unguided insertion into the path ….the clench and release of your muscles binds him in a spell which coaxes a low, groan from deep within him…you are pleased.
In an unorthodox missionary, the soles of your feet against his hard chest, he strokes smoothly then harder and harder…. and though thoughts of crying ‘Cree’ enter your logical mind, the pleasure of the pain spurs you on to match his every try to pin you permanently to the bed....what strength, what energy…mmmm.
The battle rages on and lessons are taught and learnt, new positions tried and somewhat conquered until sheer exhaustion sets in…..but just when you thought you’d had enough, you catch a glimpse of his firmly formed ass in the mirror fucking you from behind….on his haunches atop your body, he tiptoes in and out of your wet and receptive pussy, training it, working for your untimely release…your loss… his win. It would’ve worked too, had you not insisted that he holds still and watch you work…with each thrust and wine, he shows true grit, standing firm with an ass riding up and down the length of his dick….He ultimately unravels when you whisper, ‘fuck it an’ mass it up’…. And through clenched teeth, his body rigid in release, he commands that no one else be given this chance… ‘a fi mi dis’ he says… and you agree whole-heartedly.
Mutual gratification reached and he collapses to your left, draws you close, kisses your forehead and whispers ‘lets sleep’…twas a day and night well spent.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Being Still in God
With a cup of mint tea in hand at 5:30 this morning you venture outside to sit for a bit and watch the dawn of a new day….the air is crisp, the mountains, though shadowed by the remnant night, were majestically decorated with rich green flora…..a more beautiful sight a painter couldn’t have conjured.
Its easy in the quiet of a day to ask for forgiveness for the things said and done….to reflect on the only being who offers unconditional love despite your faults….Yes, in the soft light of the morn a sinner is thankful for the present given with a willing heart, a new opportunity to make a start, get things right or at least try…..As the birds begin to sing their own praise, your spirit is lifted up and you’re infused with the knowledge that on this day you will succeed…you’ll not allow yourself to be drawn out of the protective bosom, the insults of rude men who’ve become too accustomed to being on top of their women, will roll off your back and time will be spent instead in storing up blessings in heaven through good works to your fellow man.
Yes, in a seemingly simulated Sunday morning vybe, you opt to try to be a better being and hope and pray that the Lord will commend your effort..Again.
Its easy in the quiet of a day to ask for forgiveness for the things said and done….to reflect on the only being who offers unconditional love despite your faults….Yes, in the soft light of the morn a sinner is thankful for the present given with a willing heart, a new opportunity to make a start, get things right or at least try…..As the birds begin to sing their own praise, your spirit is lifted up and you’re infused with the knowledge that on this day you will succeed…you’ll not allow yourself to be drawn out of the protective bosom, the insults of rude men who’ve become too accustomed to being on top of their women, will roll off your back and time will be spent instead in storing up blessings in heaven through good works to your fellow man.
Yes, in a seemingly simulated Sunday morning vybe, you opt to try to be a better being and hope and pray that the Lord will commend your effort..Again.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Reminiscing??
If I were honest with myself, I'd admit I want him...now, in this moment.
I'd admit I wanted to feel him pull me close to the length of his warm body in these cold days and nights.....I'd admit that his coarse hands tracing an aimless path down the line of my back brought me closer to the edge than I let on, that the heat from his breath against my ear as he whispers "come here" sent tingles through to the very core of me....I'd admit he was bliss.
That sweet juicy mouth, those powerful arms and thighs....I'd admit that his very being wrapped in me was intoxicating....his presence, his comfort in me prompted my mnd to drink in all that was him.... from his chin on my head, to the curl of his legs around mine and his finger inches from my lips..... If I were truly true, I'd admit we were perfectly form fitted just sleeping.....
This is how a man should sleep with a woman. The giving of herself to you is a gift to be embraced and held dear ...at least until the morning light, when clarity and good sense returns:0)
I'd admit I wanted to feel him pull me close to the length of his warm body in these cold days and nights.....I'd admit that his coarse hands tracing an aimless path down the line of my back brought me closer to the edge than I let on, that the heat from his breath against my ear as he whispers "come here" sent tingles through to the very core of me....I'd admit he was bliss.
That sweet juicy mouth, those powerful arms and thighs....I'd admit that his very being wrapped in me was intoxicating....his presence, his comfort in me prompted my mnd to drink in all that was him.... from his chin on my head, to the curl of his legs around mine and his finger inches from my lips..... If I were truly true, I'd admit we were perfectly form fitted just sleeping.....
This is how a man should sleep with a woman. The giving of herself to you is a gift to be embraced and held dear ...at least until the morning light, when clarity and good sense returns:0)
Monday, April 12, 2010
Conscience
In this ordinary day I sit thinking too much on too many things and praying for peace of mind. A few days past a one week visit from Mr. ATL which prompted a lapse in ..."everything"....I'm left to ponder....
How easy it can become to push righteous thoughts to the back of your mind as you pursue the lusts of the world.
When pressure mounts over days and thoughts of bodies locked in absolute primal rhythm dance through a perverted mind…..grinding to that all too familiar beat….the pleasure of a big man treatment to a yearning, hot body…the allure of a “proper sort out”.
And though the signs are clear, and you recognize the snare, the weakness of the flesh manifests in evident control and you place yourself knowingly as prey…..Praying for strength is done as a reflex but sitting in the seat of sinners could only reap a fall.
In a time when focus is placed on the Lord for his goodness towards us, the sacrifice of his son…the devil breaks through your defenses and now you are ashamed to be in the presence of Him who took you out of the mire of sinfulness and placed you on a pedestal, Him who loves you more than you could love yourself, Him who has carried you through….In the light of the morning, its hard to reconcile, to accept the concept of true metamorphosis from flesh to spirit driven.
My sins are as scarlet will He care enough to wash me Again.
How easy it can become to push righteous thoughts to the back of your mind as you pursue the lusts of the world.
When pressure mounts over days and thoughts of bodies locked in absolute primal rhythm dance through a perverted mind…..grinding to that all too familiar beat….the pleasure of a big man treatment to a yearning, hot body…the allure of a “proper sort out”.
And though the signs are clear, and you recognize the snare, the weakness of the flesh manifests in evident control and you place yourself knowingly as prey…..Praying for strength is done as a reflex but sitting in the seat of sinners could only reap a fall.
In a time when focus is placed on the Lord for his goodness towards us, the sacrifice of his son…the devil breaks through your defenses and now you are ashamed to be in the presence of Him who took you out of the mire of sinfulness and placed you on a pedestal, Him who loves you more than you could love yourself, Him who has carried you through….In the light of the morning, its hard to reconcile, to accept the concept of true metamorphosis from flesh to spirit driven.
My sins are as scarlet will He care enough to wash me Again.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Temptation
On a progressive path for change, faith and righteousness deepening, your breakthrough within inches of your grasp, the devil senses your imminent flight from the fold and unveils temptation to derail, upset and steal your Victory.
The possibility of demystifying the black/white coupling scenar is handed to you with open abandon….a fantasy from your youth here for the taking but the burden of sin is its companion.
Now faced with a choice of wrong or right, eternal happiness or damnation from a blissful night…the choice seems clear to your rational, spiritual self but your loins cannot erase the thought of looking down at his head between your thighs, stroking, licking teasing an eruption...’Yes’ is etched in the evidence of your arousal as he paints a picture of his submission to your touch, your lips, your kiss, your f—k…he’s good for your ego, but….
‘Runaway’ blinks in bright red in the back of your mind and your words even convey the same, but his tenacity is admirable….he coaxes a more agreeable response…Sweet scenes of you exploring him completely, learning his spots as you drag your tongue the length of his 5ft 9’ and 8 inches….slavery reversed as under you he relaxes to accept his pleasurably painful reward.
As the days tick tock by and the embers still burn, your weakness you’ve had to confess to Lord for he is better equipped to weather the storm…but still the flesh wishes to be touched, to be held, to be taught a thing or two. Images of you slowly falling to your knees to urge his release with tongue and lips and hands eager to please…Unholy machinations spiral through your mind with him trailing kisses down your spine, preparing you for entry from behind … Oh the thrill of finally comparing caucasian skill with black prowess, but still…
Your heart longs to be true to only one, the God of your salvation….and if these months of studying the word have taught nothing else its that the battle is not yours, so you turn this one over to Him and await the outcome.
The possibility of demystifying the black/white coupling scenar is handed to you with open abandon….a fantasy from your youth here for the taking but the burden of sin is its companion.
Now faced with a choice of wrong or right, eternal happiness or damnation from a blissful night…the choice seems clear to your rational, spiritual self but your loins cannot erase the thought of looking down at his head between your thighs, stroking, licking teasing an eruption...’Yes’ is etched in the evidence of your arousal as he paints a picture of his submission to your touch, your lips, your kiss, your f—k…he’s good for your ego, but….
‘Runaway’ blinks in bright red in the back of your mind and your words even convey the same, but his tenacity is admirable….he coaxes a more agreeable response…Sweet scenes of you exploring him completely, learning his spots as you drag your tongue the length of his 5ft 9’ and 8 inches….slavery reversed as under you he relaxes to accept his pleasurably painful reward.
As the days tick tock by and the embers still burn, your weakness you’ve had to confess to Lord for he is better equipped to weather the storm…but still the flesh wishes to be touched, to be held, to be taught a thing or two. Images of you slowly falling to your knees to urge his release with tongue and lips and hands eager to please…Unholy machinations spiral through your mind with him trailing kisses down your spine, preparing you for entry from behind … Oh the thrill of finally comparing caucasian skill with black prowess, but still…
Your heart longs to be true to only one, the God of your salvation….and if these months of studying the word have taught nothing else its that the battle is not yours, so you turn this one over to Him and await the outcome.
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