ROMANTIC

LUST

ME

"QUOTE"

COME.....

I NEED TO.....

Come crawl into my bed. It’s the best place on earth.

I

YES, YES, YES

FEEL

 

Just keep watching your hands,

you don’t need to see

anything else,

just feel,

feeeeeeel!

COME CLOSER....

- if you dare.

KISSED

D/S RULES

SEDUCE ME

 

Slowly…

In whispers…

Breathless and low.

you have no idea HOW slowly…

MAKE LOVE TO ME

Tell me you want to make love to me with your lips, never saying a word but using your tongue, your mouth as your pen, my body as your paper.  Kiss me and communicate how you’ve longed for me; your soft, full, wet lips yielding against mine.  Create a new language by licking, kissing, and sucking all the tender spots on my body that make me squirm and writhe in indescribable pleasure.  Slowly, intentionally, with your mouth exploring every crevice and curve of my body, tease my inner thighs with gentle kisses as my guttural moans and grunts let you know that I can’t stand your seductive tease but I crave it at the same time.  Without uttering a single, solitary word, tell me that you want to be with me, make love to me, that you need me too.

TEASE

Afroerotik:

I want to be face down on the bed with my ass up, my pussy lips spread for you, showing off my wet, pink, aroused center.  I want to feel the head of your dick sliding up and down my wet slit, teasing me, rubbing on my clit, making me whimper, making me desperate to have you inside me.  I want to feel you penetrate me, drive your dick deep inside me and stroke me, make me moan.  Grip my hips, steady yourself and take aim.  Fuck me.  Fuck me until our bodies are sweating and the only sounds in the room are of our bodies slapping together, the steady rhythm of our unbridled fucking.  I want to feel the head of your dick hitting all my spots, making me scream and grip the sheets, pulling them off the mattress.  FUCK ME, BABY.  Make me cum all over you, getting you wet, feeling my juices drip down your thighs.  Take your pleasure.  I want to hear your incoherent grunts, telling me in animalistic sounds that you love the way my pussy makes you feel.  Take this pussy.  Make it yours.  Plant your seed deep inside me and let me know that you love the way I make you feel. 

Afroerotik:

… . To Be Fucked

It’s that time of year again.  Every Spring, it never fails, my sexuality is awakened like the return of the birds and the bees and the flowers on the trees.  My nipples seem to stay hard constantly and my pussy throbs at the slightest provocation.  I fantasize about sex, about the sights, smells, and sensations of sex at its most raw, passionate state.  I think about it, dream about it, I am reminded of past erotic exploits constantly, throughout the warm, sunny days and steamier, hot nights.  I CRAVE a man in my life with whom I can express myself, my uninhibited, unashamed, primitive, primal, sexual self. 

I need a lover I can let down my guard with, express myself without fear or shame, someone who cares about me outside the bedroom and who desires me completely inside it.  I want hours and hours of hot, sweaty fucking that wakes the neighbors and leaves me drained of my every bodily fluid.  I want to make a huge wet spot on the sheets and then fuck those same sheets off the bed. 

I want him.  I want MY lover.  I don’t want to share him; I don’t want to question his fidelity.  I want to suck his dick like no other woman has ever done, no, I want him to fuck my mouth like he fucks my pussy.  I want to lick every inch; I want to swallow him whole, spit running down his balls.  I want him to play with my nipples while I’m giving blowing his mind and tell me that he loves the way I give him head.  I want to lick his nuts and feel them rolling around on my tongue. God, I want to spread those beautiful, brown ass cheeks and look at his asshole as my mouth waters.  I need to let my tongue flutter softly, gently over his sensitive skin, making him jump and moan.  I want to put him on his knees with his ass in the air so I can take my tongue and drive it deep up inside him, licking, kissing, and sucking his hole while he begs me not to stop, while he tells me how good I make him feel. 

Just when he’s going out of his mind, when he thinks he can’t take any more pleasure, I would roll him over and make a feast of his dick meat again.  This time, I would lick my finger and work it up his asshole, hit his spot, make him squirm and yell into the pillow as I swallow, lick, and suck him all over again, stopping just when he’s about to blow.  It’s not that I don’t want to taste that hot cum; I want him to save it for me.  I want him to pump his sperm deep inside me, to be driven to unload his ball juice deep in my pussy because he craves me so much. 

It’s the intimacy I miss so much, the connection with your lover where you can share all your secrets, be totally uninhibited.  There is something comforting about laying back and feeling your lover please you from head to toe and not feeling like you are being selfish, not feeling like he is holding a score card over your head that you have to reciprocate in kind.  There is no greater pleasure than feeling my lover pleasure my nipples, licking them softly, sending delightful sensations directly to my clit.  Feeling his tongue gently flick those hardened brown peaks, cupping my full breasts to his mouth, back and forth, it’s indescribable.  Kissing his way down my body, I can spread my long legs for him, giving him access to my treasure.  I can feel his masculine fingers part my moistened pussy lips; expose my hardened clit, his warm lips just inches from my aroused sex.  Hearing him inhale the scent of my wet cunt tells me that he craves me, my essence, all that I am.  I long to feel his fingers invade me, manipulate me, to make me bite my lip trying to hold back my moans and sounds of pleasure.  Knowing me so intimately, he would know that a flood of profanity will follow the minute he starts licking my juicy slit, tenderly coaxing my hardened clit from it’s hood.  Giving him all access, pulling my legs back to my chest, exposing myself completely to him, feeling decadent and sexy being so vulnerable, I want to feel his tongue lick me from my clit to my asshole and every inch in between.  I need his fingers in my asshole while he softly sucks my clit, my legs wrapped around his head, grinding my pussy on him, holding him to my mound while I try to cum so hard in his mouth he thinks he’s drowning, coating his face with my juices as I BEG for him to fuck me. 

Make no mistake about it; fucking me is what I want.  I can fantasize about all sorts of foreplay, even about how adventurous we could be as a couple, playing in public or playing with others.  But all the mental stimulation in the world always ends up at the same destination.  I want to be penetrated by a beautiful, strong, loving Black man.  I miss the sensation of having that dick rub my pussy lips, teasing me, sliding up and down my slit, making me anxious and excited for that split second when we connect, that instant when I feel him enter me and we become one.  I can’t think of a better sensation than feeling that thick, hard dick thrusting into me, pumping me, filling me with ecstasy.  If there is a heaven, it’s having the full weight of my man on top of me, hearing him whisper in my ear, “Damn baby, your pussy feels so good on my dick, I love you,” with my nails digging in his ass, pulling him deeper and deeper inside me.  And I crave him deeper, harder, faster, fucking me with all his might.  From behind, I want him to grab my hips, to feel my tits swinging while his thrusts with all his might and he puts his finger in my ass.  On top of him, I want to use his dick like my dildo, making myself cum, rubbing my clit up and down the shaft of his penis while I feed him my tits.  Finally, with my legs pressed back and his tongue in my mouth, I long for that explosive finale when I can feel his dick POUNDING me, making me scream, tears in my eyes and ready to receive his precious gift when I’m getting thoroughly fucked.

WELCOME

She welcomed him inside her love, eased down his erection like a slow stroll on a beautiful day. Taking her time, not rushing thru life moments. Realizing he needed to experience her sex, her yoni, her power. The fluidity of her hips, the squeeze of her thighs, the bounce of her ass, all giving him that wide eyed look of wonder. She wanted more than dreamy looks from him, so she decided not to move,…she closed her eyes, let all her energy drain into her luvbox, mmmmmyess she felt him throbbing, growing harder, becumn wider. He was clinging to her, trying to move….she refused to moved. If she moved SHE would lose control, SHE would lose her power. She opened her eyes, his face was no longer dreamy, he trembled, he grunted, became aggressive…(smiling) yess cum to me baby so I can cum to you

SEXUAL SATISFACTION:

In changing our minds about what many of us have been taught about sex, and replacing negative views with thoughts and intentions of sexual PLEASURE and SATISFACTION, is when we give ourselves permission to nurture and promote our sexual HEALING and our sexual FREEDOM. We give ourselves permission to EXPLORE all of it’s YUMMY GOODNESS! Loving ourselves, our lovers and our sexual unions can only ENHANCE our ONEness, and create STRONGER bonds that feels…Oh, so GOOD

LOVE & RECIPROCITY:

When people understand that LOVE is selfless and the law of reciprocity will establish it’s principle effortlessly. Giving and receiving will be in natural balance. Nothing lacking, nothing broken. All in FULL measure!

SOULMATES:

"LOVE and it’s energy are magnetic. LOVE attracts LOVE and vice versa."

Have you ever been so drawn to someone? That no matter how many times you have resisted you can’t deny nor stop the attraction? If you answered…Yes! That’s a soul mate experience. They last for seasons, reasons or lifetimes. It’s usually a meeting with a spirit in this life you’ve had a relation with in a past life. You have a soul contract. That’s why they are so familiar to you. Many times your spirit will recognize and bond them through that endless and strong attraction, and they may or may not recognize you in this return. It’s okay. Because your souls will meet again and re-member themselves. So it is above, it is so below. Let’s us say AMEN & AWOMEN! 

QUICKIES:

With all of life’s hussle and bussle sometimes making time for sex isn’t on the agenda. But fear not… Quickies can save a failing sex life and revitilize a boring relationship. Quick sexcapades are perfect for any time of day or night. Experience love on-the-go and inspire fun ways to add some spontaneity and excitement to your sex life. Perfect for busy couples. Find risqué sex locales for quick, but lasting memories.

WHO SHE IS......

GIFT WRAPPED

 

"I’ll tell you what real love is. It is blind devotion, unquestioning self-humiliation, utter submission, trust and belief against yourself and against the whole world, giving up your whole heart and soul to the smiter."

i'd

DOMINATED

"And then we’d kiss hungrily because this was how we loved each other."

THE FLOOR

MINE!

KISSING

HANDLE ME

“It takes a real man to handle you, embrace your imperfections, tell you the truth no matter how brutal it is, never give up on you no matter how hard it is, pleasure you, treat you like you’re the only one, and give up the game.”

EROTIC

"Living erotically is opening oneself up to nature
— externally and within."

LET ME KISS......

I LOVE

"I love you not as something private and personal, which is my own, but as something universal and worthy of love which I have found."

*wink*

 I'm telling you I'd tie you up and have my way with you

Now that is a lovely compliment.
Thanks!

YUM

"We are undercover passion on the run
Chasing love up against the sun
We are strangers by day, lovers by night
Knowing it’s so wrong, but feeling so right"

SUBMISSION

"Submission is a form of Acceptance, of your Self and the Universe. Anyone with a healthy amount of respect for themselves and who purports to love others will only accept Submission as a Gift when it comes from a radiant inner strength – never from a place of weakness, doubt or fear. Power taken from someone by force gives only the illusion of control, and such a conditional State of Being will never fully satisfy, it will only corrupt."

~Jane Eyre

"All my heart is yours, Sir: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence for ever."

Jane Eyre ~ Charlotte Bronte (1816-1855)

MIND

B

OYNX SUITE

SILENT MUSING

MY THOUGHTS ARE....

"Eyes. Those damn eyes fucked me forever."

MORE

ORGASM

"Apparently orgasm is the only point where your mind becomes completely empty—you think of nothing for that second. That’s why it’s so compelling—it’s a tiny taste of death. Your mind is void—you have nothing in your head save white light."

FALLEN

TASTY

—Haiku on Touch

I don’t think my lips
could belong anywhere else
except your body.

 

PLEASURE

    "The most exquisite pleasure is giving pleasure to others."

AHHHH

RELEASE ME

U

RAVENOUS

"She thought she was independent and strong, but she got one small taste of love and she was hungrier than anyone. She was ravenous."

POETRY IS....

"Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn."

The Sadist and the Masochist

The pleasure you must take to see me squirm-
bound and blinded in the throes of all that you are

What pleasure you must take in seeing me beg
in witnessing my demise
dance before the fires in your eyes

I will never escape you
even if I wished the will to-

For somewhere deep inside me
where smallish fears reside
a gentle stroke of your touch
calms a soul who wishes to stay
where ever it is you decide

LET ME BE.....

Yessssssssssssss

"Along the summer heat come some serious, delicious sweating nights"

I'M.....

"I am yours.
Don’t give myself back to me."

i WANT....

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living, I want to know what you ache for. It doesn’t interest me how old you are, I want to know if you are willing to risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine. It doesn’t interest me where you live or how rich you are, I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and be sweet to the ones you love. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and truly like the company you keep in the empty moments of your life.