Quickly.

Rip off my clothes

Rip off yours

I don’t want to do anything at all

Just  bend me over

Spread my legs and get inside

Start off slow

Build up fast

Rub my clit

Slap my ass

Say my name in that breathy tone

Mmm it’s so sexy

I start to moan

Hurry up

We have to be quick

Get to my G-spot

Dip that dick

OMG I’M GOING TO CUM

That’s when I hear that disappointing groan

Did you cum? His eyes were wide

I just rolled back over to my side

Yet again my mind hasn’t been swayed

Battery sex is really the only way

 

Why is it wrong?

Am I wrong for wanting a piece of him, him, her and her.

Society says it’s wrong.

My friends say I’m greedy.

Is it wrong for me to have many lovers?

Is it wrong that each of them have a special part that equates to my perfect being?

Why must I just have one mate?

Why does it have to be a man?

My auntie says “Cuz we nuh inna di batty gyal biznes”

She doesn’t understand that our culture doesn’t have to affect who I am.

He fucks me so good I lose control of my body, it surrenders to him and never puts up a fight.

She provides me with her sensual flair, making me believe in my sexiness and know that it’s ok to want the best that’s out there.

He makes me laugh and never wants to see me cry. When I’m around him I never know whether it’s day or if it’s night.

She is my provider, she makes me feel safe and warm. She never lets me have to deal with rainy days or them horrible storms.

Together they make the perfect one. The person I see myself falling and falling and falling over and over and over again in love.

Why must that be wrong?

Why is it socially acceptable for a man to gift his dick to what ever woman may blink but if a woman does the same she isn’t worth shit.

She is called a HOE, SLUT, WHORE and could never be a wife. Just because she’s living unapologetically in this crazy thing we call life.

A sexual being, yes. Also, looking for the right attributes to make the best.

Is it wrong?

Is it really wrong?

When you think about it are you truly with the one?

Or are you just with someone that was better than the rest but still missing something hun?

Live your best life and be who you want to be.

I’m only my best when I’m being me.

Succumb

His face showed signs of anger but it still made me want to try and seduce him. He kept his tight gaze as I walked across the room slowly dropping the dressing gown off my shoulders. His stubbornness kept his eyes on mine but I knew he wanted to look at my body. I moved slowly towards him which seemed to make his hands fidget but his eyes still looked mad. I ignored his face and decided to watch his body language as I got closer and closer. He seemed to relax more and his hands dropped down to his sides. I got in between his legs and still hadn’t looked up at his face again. His body was giving me all that I needed in that moment. I went to undo his belt and he grabbed my wrist, but when I touched his hand with my other he let go. I undid his belt and zipped down his trousers and his most important muscle sprang to attention. I bent down and placed my petroleum covered lips onto him and I heard a gasp. That gave me all the permission I needed to take him deep into my throat, start working my hands at the base of him and start squeezing his scrotum; which I knew he loved. I caught myself in a rhythm and he put a hand behind my head and whispered “Don’t move let me fuck your mouth” in a breathy tone. I did as I was told and when I managed to look up I saw his face and I knew he had succumbed fully to my advances.

Sapio?

Make me cum without touch, use your words to seduce me.

Make love to my mind, use your intelligence to entice me.

No day to day small talk, let your goals be used as foreplay.

Your drive and ambition will put me under a spell.

Love me with your mind don’t just fuck me with your dick.

Give me something different, not just something average or I’ll regret it.

Challenge my knowledge with information I’ve never heard before.

Hours and hours of stimulation until I close my eyes.

I want my mind blown baby, not just in between my thighs.

 

Not like this

I’ve felt it before

It was nothing like this

Each feeling is somehow new to me

Almost so good it should be forbidden 

Dangerous in an addictive sense 

I yearn for him when he’s gone

Yet when he’s here I say no

Not because I need him to stop

Simply because I can’t take anymore 

He makes me feel things I never knew I liked

He makes me love things I never liked before

My body is for him and only his touch satisfies

When I’m alone I lay there and fantasise

I touch myself and think of him hoping to feel what he makes me feel

It’s never the same 

I use to love playing my body like an instrument

A piano playing all the right keys

But as soon as he came along I never play the correct song 

My body is for him and only his touch satisfies

He kisses me all over with a new level of passion

Never misses an inch

Explores me to find exactly what drives me crazy

He aims to please and he pleases so well

He whispers in my ear if I like how it feels

I’m always confused as my body is shaking can’t he tell

His pleasure takes me over 

Tingling every nerve

Like the orgasmic version of pins and needles

I sometimes even feel like is this more then I deserve

My body is for him and only his touch satisfies 

Don’t get me wrong I wouldn’t say I’m promiscuous 

I wouldn’t say I know everything about sex at all

When it comes to it I’m very confident but he makes me feel entry level

My mind consumed by thoughts of regret wondering why I never let myself be felt by him before

I love a man…

I love a man that can take control. I love a man that just gets on with it and doesn’t need to be told. I love a man who can sense a good opportunity. I love a man who can make me scream his name. I love a man that can make me moan. I love a man that can make me beg for more. I love a man that can fulfil all my needs. I love a man that can make me say please. I love a man that is good with his hands. I love an experienced man. I love a man that likes to watch what I can do to myself with my own hands. I love a man that always wants more. I love a man that always needs more. I love a man that isn’t afraid to ask for more. I love a man that isn’t afraid to try new things. I love a man that knows what pace will suit the mood I’m in. I love a man that doesn’t mind kissing with tongue. I love a man who doesn’t mind not doing it at home. I love a man that worships my breasts. I love a man that worships my bum. I love a man who loves my thighs. I love a man who can do it while staring deeply into my eyes. I love a man that loves what I can do with my mouth. I love a man that kisses me at the start, the end and throughout. 

Hi All,

Just wanted to say a quick thank you to all the people who support my page. I know my stories are so spread out but I promise constant stuff is coming soon. I have been working on a new project at the moment, which is my YouTube channel. Bedroom guru meets life advice. I’d really appreciate it if you all had a look. Just started so fairly new. 

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