Loud thoughts

Five months without sex and I thought I was doing well, but I can’t get rid of all my past experiences. Everything reminds me of something sexual and I yearn for that beautiful feeling of wetness in-between my thighs. My thighs that use to be kissed, bitten, licked and caressed by men who are now no longer in my life. Just thinking about this makes my nipples swell with excitement, but once again I don’t have an eager mouth to tend to them. To suck and nibble them and push me to want more of my body explored. I need exploring, I need a warm tongue parting my pussy lips and circling my clit. I want to feel the growth of a soft penis get hard just by my touch or even the thought of going into my body. Getting a back massage while the hard wood laid on my ass cheeks just hoping that it gets slipped in. I’d settle for a finger, a masculine finger being pushed into my mouth so I’d suck, and then pushed in my ass for me to bounce back on. I need to scream someones name because of the pleasure I’m receiving, I need to beg for more. What good are thoughts of the ones that did it before?

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.

Deon and Ebony (The meeting)

It’s absolutely beautiful in Shoreditch. Inspiration just drips off of everything and I always feel right at home. This is the first time I have come here and it has been sunny and I love it. I thought to myself that I should make the most of it and wear one of those sun dresses that ripples off your bum when you walk. Sexy dress for the sexy weather, or so I thought. I wanted to go somewhere to write and I recently fell in love with the lounge at the CitizenM hotel. The beautiful decor and the way the place is laid out could literally inspire you to write a book.

I arrived at about 11am and the sun was absolutely popping on the balcony so I set myself up there. I was thankful to Rihanna for her new Fenty product, body lava, my shoulders and arms were glistening. I was also thankful to Shea moistures Jamaican black castor oil leave in conditioner because my hair was full of it’s multi textual curls and I felt like a natural hair goddess. I literally felt like I could take over the world and just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, I saw him.

Staring up at me from the side walk was a tall glass of Guinness punch. I’m not talking about the slap dash Guinness punch that you only use the basic ingredients (Guinness, nourishment and condensed milk). No honey, he had nutmeg, bailey’s and a cinnamon stick in his mix. Beautiful, muscly, swaggy, warrior looking, straight from the motherland ready to pick me up, put me on his shoulder and walk our asses into the sunset looking man. His eyes looked like they were looking through me into my soul and this was the first time today that I felt a little insecure. He never dropped his gaze and although I started to feel a little awkward I refused to drop mine either. After what seemed like five million, six trillion, seven bajillion minutes he decided to smile and then he walked off. I felt quite confused and then a rush of disappointment came over me because I thought he would’ve tried to speak to me.I didn’t waste anymore time on thinking about him and started to write.

I felt so hungry at about two and my stomach began to growl. I couldn’t actually remember if I had breakfast or not which was weird but my mind was too into what I was writing to dwell on that. I decided to ask the hotel if they knew of any cute little cafes or places they recommend to go for lunch. They named a few places but as they were talking I smelt this amazing aroma. It spelt like a stew or something along those lines and I think one of the staff noticed me drifting from the conversation because he told me that they had a cafe in the hotel. As if I needed another reason not to leave here. I walked into the cafe and there it was, beef boujistew, I can’t remember the actual name but it was along them lines. I asked for a big bowl and some bread to go with it and tuck in. Half way through my meal I heard a low and alluring tone talking and I had to look up to see who it was. To my surprise it was Mr. Guinness punch, he was talking to one of the staff and it looked like they were looking for someone. I continued to watch them as they scanned the room and just when I put another spoonful of food in my mouth they turned towards me and he smiled and waved. I’m extremely confused at this point so I literally just stared at him. I wasn’t even chewing my damn food, just sat there and watched him walk over to me with the most amount of confidence.

“You look like your enjoying that, can I have some?” he said as he sat down at my table. I was still in a state of shock and he picked up the spare spoon that I always get just incase ones dirty and took some of the stew.

“Very nice but you better start chewing yours because I don’t think it was made this nice to be stored in your cheeks” he spoke with a humorous tone.

After I finished chewing I spoke with a little annoyance in my voice, “umm first of all, you don’t know where my mouth has been and I’ve been dipping my spoon in and out of MY stew. Since you walked over here with such confidence, you should’ve grabbed YOURSELF some food because I do not like to share!” He was clearly entertained and a little shocked in my response. I could tell by the expression on his face.

He picked up his spoon dramatically and dived it back into my food and took another spoonful. I just rolled my eyes and continued to eat as well. I didn’t want to make it obvious but I tried to get little looks in here and there. His mouth looked so nice, with his full lips and white teeth. His eyebrows were so perfect but I didn’t get the vibe that he got them waxed which of course would’ve been a complete turn off. He was bald and it suited him so damn perfectly, especially with that full beard that just got my juices flowing.

“So are you going to tell me your name or should I just call you miss?”

“If you wanted to know my name you should’ve asked before you started eating my food. Clearly you don’t actually need to know it so miss will be just fine, sir.”

He smiled again, “you didn’t stop me and you continued eating yourself so clearly you were comfortable with me doing so, miss.”

“I’d be a fool if I gave up the opportunity in having dinner with a man that almost looks as good as I do on this beautiful sunny day, sir.” I was warming to him and didn’t want to scare him away.

“If you think I look half as good as you do then you’re very mistaken miss……”

“Ebony, that’s my name and yours would be?” I tried my hardest not to get too excited at the compliment.

“Your name is Ebony? Or is that a pseudonym?”

“That’s my actually name sir….”

“Deon. My name is Deon Matthews.”

“Nice to meet you Mr. Deon Matthews.”

“Are you going to let me know what your last name is?”

“Depends on what you want from me Deon.”

“I want to take you upstairs to my room and with your permission of course I’d like to see if your body looks as good under that sundress as what I had imagined.”

I just sat there shocked and slightly turned on by how brazen he was. I was trying to think of the most calm way to respond to him but I just felt like this was all too random to be true. I also didn’t really know if this actually a good thing or if it may be slightly scary. He must’ve caught onto my hesitation and stood up, pushed his chair in and placed a room key on to the table.

“If you believe that this would be as good as I think it will be join me. I’m in number 212 and hopefully I will see you soon.” He walked off but I noticed he left a box behind. It looked like a jewellery box and before my ass runs after him to give it back I opened it and there was the most beautiful black pearl necklace. It had a little note in the lid of the box and when I unraveled it, it said:

You looked beautiful and when I saw you I wanted to add

to that beauty. Please don’t take this gift in a rude way.

Damn, he actually bought this for me. He said not to take it rudely but the thought did cross my mind like I hope he don’t think I’m a prostitute. I immediately dismissed that idea and tried to decide what to do. Around ten minutes went past and I took out my pocket mirror, checked my face, redid my Fenty lipgloss and I proceeded to the elevator. I mean who knows we could just end up talking.

Mmmm Deon, deon, deon, deon.

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.

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. 

Valentine’s fun part 3 (sorry so late)

“Why are you moaning? I haven’t even touched you anywhere good yet. Every time you make a noise I will stop.”Damn.

He started to stroke my inner thighs again and I really tried not to make a peep but I couldn’t help but whimper when he got closer.

“Your very disobedient, aren’t you?” He whispered in my ear and really pushed me over the edge.

“I’m not I just really want you inside me!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

He let go of my waist and pushed me against the door in the stall. He starred into my eyes while he undid his belt and then his trousers. I struggled to keep up with his stare because I wanted to look at his dick as it came out of his boxers.

“Look up, we don’t have time to get distracted, I know your going to want to suck this dick if you see it.”

I wanted to say something slick but I realised that if I saw his dick I probably would’ve wanted to suck it and this wasn’t the time. 

He walked towards me and kissed me again but this time he lifted up my left leg and wrapped it around his waist. I put my other leg around him but also put my hand down to lift his dick to my pussy. When I felt the tip enter me I let go and slid down onto him. We both made a low groan as we was very aware we was in a public bathroom. He put his hands around my waist and then pushed me against the wall for extra grip. I put my hands around his neck and braced myself after seeing that ‘are you ready?’ Look in his eyes.

As soon as he felt my hands lock behind his neck he started to fuck the living daylights out of me. I started to make all sorts of noises but by the time I came I really didn’t care where I was. 

“Ok I just wanted to make sure you came, this isn’t about me baby” he kissed my neck between each word. 

“Should I let you cum again?”

“Yes!”

“Hold on”

I was so horny I couldn’t even think straight. 

He put me down and then bent me over with a quickness, before I had realised what exactly was going on he was at it again. Oh this is so damn good but I know what could make it better.

“I know exactly what your thinking now, don’t worry I got you.”

With that being said, 2 seconds later I felt a wet thumb enter my ass. I almost screamed because that is my shit but I managed to keep it together. I came again and I was actually exhausted. 

Trey sat on top of the closed toilet seat and then pulled me down to sit on his lap: 

“Is this Valentine’s Day going as good as you thought it would?”

I looked him straight in his beautiful face and replied, “no, it’s going even better baby.”

He just smiled and then kissed me.

“Good to hear, now let’s sort ourselves out and finally go and eat.”

Valentine’s fun (part 2)

We walked in and all eyes were on us, maybe that could’ve been because we were ridiculously over dressed. I was all leg, he was all muscle, it was a bit much for the dinner time crowd but we didn’t care. The view of London was to die for and the cocktails were amazing. I made a mental note that we would definitely come back here. We was at the bar all of five minutes and our waiter came to take us to our table. We sat down for what seemed like a second before Trey leaned over towards me with that look in his eyes, “Go to the toilet and take off your panties, I will be in there in a minute.”Ummm is he joking or is he joking?

“Are you joking?” I said this through my quiet attempt at a laugh. He looked me dead in my face with the most serious expression, “Do I seem like I’m joking?”

I didn’t reply to him I just got up and went to the toilet, bare in mind that there were other people in the shard so this was very risky. Not that I was really complaining, sex in a public place was definitely on my bucket list. 

I walked in and I had to take a minute to admire the view and the bathrooms were even nice. The walls inside each stall was like mirrors but blue and it smelt like spring time. I walked in and pulled down my knickers and just stood there. This was so exciting, just waiting there got me wet. Five minutes went by and I was growing impatient, ten minutes went by and I was over it. I was horny as hell waiting for him and he didn’t even bloody come. Just when I walked out the stall he was standing there, starring at me.

“Ummm Trey, why didn’t you come in?” My tone sounded irritated but I was, why was he just waiting here.

“You want me don’t you?”

Is he trying to annoy me or is this just for banter.

“Of course I want you, I’m horny as hell, why didn’t you come in to get me?”

He gave me that damn sexual look again that he always does, “I wanted you to get really ready for me and a little irritated because I knew this would end in the best result. You ready?”

Shit.

“Yes.”

He walked towards me and I backed up back into the stall. When he got fully in he closed the door behind him and then grabbed me by my waist. I looked up at him and he gave me a little smile and then kissed me. He kissed me like he was trying to make me cum just by his lips. Maybe it was just my imagination but the kiss was something out of this world. It was so good I didn’t even notice his hand going up my thighs. I started to moan already and he hadn’t even reached his destination yet.