Mid Day Ramblings... (free write)

Take me….

To a place with no sound

Take me

To the places I’m afraid to admit I want to see

Overtake me…

Commandeer my body… my mind… my soul

Overtake me…

My inhibitions… my sensibility….

I don’t want to be free

I want to be lost

I want to climax…. And fall….. climax….. and fall….. climax…. And fall

Moisture gathering at every pore

Beautiful arches

Curling toes

Muffled moans

Gasps for air

Orgasmic Release

Release me…

The Cafe (abridged version)

I find myself taking a trip down memory lane…. Back to an exciting time in life. Years ago when pleasure was at an all-time high…

We arrive at the cafe which is tucked away near Michigan Ave. I get out of the car and immediately regret my wardrobe choice of the evening, the Chicago wind is unrelenting. I’m wearing a long-sleeved teal body-con dress and knee-high butterscotch colored boots with gold accents. I can smell the Chanel No.5 radiating off my body. I know I’m looking like 2 yesses and a few absolutes. All I can hear in my head however, is my mama saying “Out there trying to be cute, you gonna catch a cold in your coochie.” We walk into the café and it seems as though all of Chicago has had the same idea as me. The place is packed, standing room only. There were a few tables unoccupied but they were being reserved for the people smart enough to call ahead and reserve seating. We make our way to the back of the building and find one empty armchair. I sit down and Xavier takes the arm of the chair. We talked for what seemed like hours. About his career and my career. Stopping only when an artist voice silence us both. There was a British woman with the most soulful sound I’d heard in years, she caused me to stop talking mid-sentence. The ambiance was so warming and peaceful, with its low-lighting and intimate spacing. I watched Xavier passionately tell me about his goals and ambitions, licking his lips what seemed like every other word. He put his hand on the small of my back and I felt my Yoni contract. Something about his touch made my entire body shiver in delight. I don’t know if it was him or the sickening fact that a man hadn’t touched me intimately in what felt like a lifetime. It was getting close to midnight and it was time to go. On the ride home he placed his hand on my thigh and I nearly climaxed right there in his passenger seat. We pull up alongside my hotel and he parks the car. He slowly eases his hand up my dress until he finds the warmest place on Earth. He slides one finger gently inside of my Yoni, moving it in and out with deliberate skill. I can feel his eyes staring at me so I turn to face him. His eyes were dark and filled to the brim with passion. He removed his finger slowly in an effort to show me how much moisture I’d created in such a short time. He brought his finger filled with my love juices to his mouth and licked them off. His freakiness turned me on. Before I knew it, his head was between my legs. He pulled my panties to the side and gave me his tongue. He kissed my second set of lips as though they belonged on the face of his future bride with such passion and precision. His tongue plunged inside of me causing me to clench my legs so tightly I’m sure I nearly cut off his air supply. “Let me come upstairs and eat you out, then I’ll go home” I wanted to want to tell him no. But I just couldn’t. My entire body conspired against my mind and before I knew what was happening we were on the elevator. As soon as we walked into my hotel room he took off his coat threw me on the bed and buried his face between my legs. His beard tickled my sensitivity and drove me mad with pleasure. My body surrendered to him and I died 1000 little deaths. He emerged with my cream conditioning all the hairs on his face. He felt an ego boost giving me that orgasm, it was written all over his face. Just when I thought it was over he sat down on the floor, leaning against the bed and instructed me to mount his face. I eagerly obliged. Around an hour later he couldn’t take any more. “You got any condoms?” I chuckled, “No sir, and now its time for you to go home.” His immediate response was “You know you want this dick.”

With a sly grin I replied, “I’ll never tell, goodnight.” I walked him out returned to my hotel room and took off the remainder of my clothing. I blessed myself with a steaming shower got back into my moist bed and had the best sleep I’d had all year.

The Live Show

…… The lights are still on. I pass the exotic cigar to my left. She nervously accepts. As she inhales I can see her asking herself silently “what did I just get myself into?” She holds her breath almost as an attempt to stop time itself… maybe to build up her confidence. She then invites him into our session and he inhales with all of his might… in his eyes there is more. He looks nervous but the excitement shines through. His eyes tell all the erotic thoughts running through his mind…

There they sit on my bed … me in a chair less than 2 feet away. I have butterflies in my stomach; my palms are a bit sweaty. I’m slightly nervous… but not for the same reasons as them. I can’t help but smile as I think to myself “You really pulled it off!” I whisper to myself “I’m a Boss”. See these two have agreed to allow me to watch them engage in the carnal ravaging of each other. Yes, I am going to sit here in my chair and watch them have sex. (ooooooooooooh I’m a Freak…. Welp it is what it is) I figure porn is great right? So LIVE Porn as got to be better.

I step out for a moment; Allowing them some time to get comfortable. And I head to the kitchen to pour up some liquid courage for us all. When I return their body language lets me know that they have come to peace with the decision they’ve made.  I turn off the lights, sit down, take a sip of my drink and inhale my Herbal Tonic as I prepare for the show of a lifetime.

He lays her down and begins kissing down her body until he reaches her sweet spot. There he sets up camp. Ravaging her like a starving child. At first I can tell she’s afraid to moan or make any noise for that matter…. That soon changes. The subtle moans begin to escape her lips without her permission. Her body refuses to deny that it is in extreme pleasure. He almost spends so much time down there that I lose interest. Just before my attention span collapses he wraps up and plunges his manhood into her cavern. She yelps like a wounded animal. He begins giving her every inch of him all while staring at me. The sight of him emulating on her body what he wishes he could be doing to me nearly causes me to orgasm without a touch. I chuckle to myself. He’s been trying nearly a year to lay his pipe in my factory… but I have zero interest. He KNOWS this is the closest he will get … and he accepts this. He flips her over without warning and enters her from behind. I can hear his body slapping violently into hers. Her small frame is strained by the massiveness of him. He rides her from behind until he collapses in defeat… he is tired yet he does not climax. He asks for a drink and I oblige. The closer I get to the bed I can begin to smell the sex circling around them. She’s sprawled out panting as if she thinks each breath will be her last. He passes her the courage and as she catches her breath… I declare…. I think you should eat me out….

“Who” they ask in Unison? My reply is simple “You can take turns.”  He wants to be first. He lays down on the bed and motions me to mount his face. I do as instructed. I begin slowly riding his face like a calm wave. She arrives behind me and takes his manhood into her mouth, determined not to be left out.  His body spasms from the pleasure and his tongue goes into overdrive. Now I’m bucking as if riding a wild bull. I can hear his moans muffled between my legs. I realize he may be suffocating so I digress.  He rolls me over, gets up and enters her from behind… “Your turn” he commands. He stands by the bed, her on her knees on the bed… face in my sweet spot. He licks his lips as he watches her indulge in my candy. Connecting with her yet never taking his eyes off of me. I can tell she’s done this before, her technique impeccable. It is not long before a small orgasm erupts from my loins. That is enough for me. I politely get up and return to my chair… “Ya’ll can finish”

And Then There Were Three...

Forbidden fruit is always the sweetest….

The music is bumping. The air is so thick I can feel it caress my skin as I make my way through the crowded dance floor. Face after face twisted in its own form of wicked pleasure… All these people indulging themselves in their desires. Grinding their sexual frustrations out on whoever is willing to reciprocate. Clouding our judgments with the sweet intoxication of our varied flavors of liquid courage. When the lights go out and the speakers come on each patron gives their silent signature an inaudible acknowledgment that for the next few hours… in this place… your wildest dreams can come true… nearly anything is possible.

The phone rings. He requests my presence. He does not belong to me, but I am his. I submit to calling without hesitation. No questions needed aside from the address of our Rendezvous. I arrive at a hidden night club on such a quiet street to be in the Big City. The night is cool, slightly uncomfortable without a Jacket… but bearable. For once in my life, I’m early. So I make my way to the bar and start the night off with a shot of my old friend Senor Patron. As the tequila begins to warm my blood I look up and see him enter. Always such a presence when he walks into a room, everyone notices. But wait… who is this woman with him. If I were anyone else … looking at her frame I would have assumed she was me. She’s wearing sunglasses so I can’t make out her face. I make my way closer, she removes her glasses and her face becomes one that I am more than familiar with. He also does not belong to her… but she, much like me … is his.

We drink… we dance…. We drink…. We laugh…. We drink…

My Mr. Jones...

He pulls my face to his and kisses me… if I didn’t know better I would have thought he missed me. Then he turns to his left… and kisses her. For just a moment the world goes silent. “What the hell just happened?” Is all I can think. Did we talk about this? Did I somehow forget THIS portion of the directions? So I am faced with a simple decision… Am I down? I think to myself… What the hell … Carpe Diem”

We spend the rest of the night in varied 3person dance maneuvers… Tasting Ciroc off each others lips. We have officially occupied the Very Important People’s section of this club. Women are forgetting what their Mother’s taught them and shaking what they gave them for the ones we incautiously throw. Us Musketeers have found a corner and made our way to a Verbal game of twister, enjoying the combinations of sweet the 3 of us make.

The next thing I remember is being told to make my way to the car. Driver pulls the Benz up we hop in the back. Sleep takes over… I awake to find myself walking through the lobby of a hotel. Room doors are opened. Showers commence. I am the last to exit the shower… my erotic obsession with hot water delays me. I exit the bathroom to find them in the bed. She is straddling him, grabbing his back for dear life. Their lips beckon me to join the two of them in the bed… Lights are turned off… and then there were three.

Day Dreaming....

I keep having these wet Daydreams. 

No matter where I am.

They just creep into my mind at the most random times.

The triggers vary... smells, taste, music and of course sight.

I literally catch myself squirming in my seat.

My legs crossed, clenched tight and holding on for dear life. 

It feels like I'm holding an orgasm prisoner and its trying to break out.

Sometimes I ride this impending orgasm like the waves of the Ocean.

I fantasize about mind blowing sex in public places.

Backseat of the car in the parking lot of a busy Night Club.

Giving head on the highway.

Getting fingered at the table of my favorite restaurant.

In an office at my job

I release my mind

Envision riding some Chocolate Stallion in a Jacuzzi tub

In my mind I come over and over again 

I am breathless

In reality I sit with a sneaky grin on my face

These thoughts are my dirty little secret

And no one as any idea...

"Thank You for holding, how may I help you?"

Everyday I see Him standing there

With his Chocolate self

I imagine he smells like Cocoa Butter and Ganja

He looks like his skin has been kissed by the sun

His smile brightens my eyes

Makes me moist Between my thighs

I fall into a daydream....

In this daydream we fuck until day becomes night

I find my climax upon his peak

Later I will brag to my friends that I set out to conquer Mt. Rushmore but instead it conquered me 

I fantasize about licking him from his lips to his tip

I feel him swell in excitement

He is made comfortable in the warmth between my lips 

Time has no authority in this prison of lust I have created in my mind

My creativity the warden every prisoner bending to my command

My prison has no bars and within its confines we are ironically free

I can will myself to do things I only secretly dream 

I order him to his knees and mount his face

I'm riding his tongue and I grab his dreads hoping they guide me through this race

I can feel myself climbing ... Brimming to the surface with pleasure

Rhythm is found and Beat is on it's way

It's almost time for my solo

I dig inside for all I've been holding back

I part my lips to release.... 

Let out my notes of sweet surrender.....

And.... The damn phone rings.

I open my eyes... 

I'm at my desk... 

Awoken from daydream turned wet dream...

 "Thank You for holding...             How may I help you?"

Exactly how Lucky is this Lounge?

I have spent a considerable amount of my 20’s intoxicated. I’d like to think that’s normal… but either way I couldn’t care less. This particular evening happened to fall right smack in the middle of my “Drink till you Drop Days.” Not that drinking to oblivion is something a person should take pride in, but Hey I’m still here… so I couldn’t have been THAT bad right? This is a time in my life when most of my interesting stories begin with… “So… I was drunk… and” or “So… I was drinking” this story is no different.

It’s a cold winter night in Atlanta. It’s rained all day, so the air smells fresh and the wind is a bit strong. One of those nights that demand you wear a coat. A night when most people would stay in the comforts of their warm house, unless it was absolutely necessary to leave. But tonight nothing will keep me from hitting the town. It’s been a long stressful week and I deserve the release! I chose to unleash my fury on the infamous “Lucky Lounge”. I’ve never been before and besides I’m newly single and ready to mingle. The night starts out like any other, over-crowded club, few drinks… and a little bit of tail-feather shaking. I excuse myself to the balcony to indulge myself in a Moore… the only thing that used to keep me sane and away from the porcelain while drinking. I spark up and start a conversation with a fellow Balcony Dweller. We refill our drinks and before I know it… we’ve been talking for an hour. I have NO idea what we talked about for over an hour… but it must have been good! Next thing I know, Her boyfriend has joined our conversation and he’s refilling our drinks. We’re sitting on one of those plush leather couches with the big pillows facing the busy streets of downtown Atlanta. She’s on my right chatting and every so often, she playfully places her hand on my thigh. Now at the time I had no idea she was coming on to me. I didn’t even really realize how square I was until I began reminiscing on this night. Now her boyfriend is to the left of me, watching…. Waiting. He occasionally pretends the music is too loud and starts to whisper in my ear. Making sure he nibbles a piece of my neck each time he departs from his devious attempts at seduction. All of a sudden, it’s not so cold outside. As a matter-of-fact, it’s feeling a bit steamy on this Balcony. I want to run, but I can’t. My curiosity won’t let me move a muscle. I’m paralyzed by the thoughts of “what’s next?”

            

So I’m drunk and I ‘m sitting on the balcony of this club. I’m wedged between the desires of a Man to see his Woman with another Woman and the yearning of a Woman who wants to taste my sweet spot. ME…. a square little sexually in-experienced prude left to make THIS decision. And this couple has invited me back to their house! No way in the world do I even posses the… BALLS necessary to go through with it. I politely decline, but these people are persistent. This woman begins to tell me how she can change my world with her lips and expand my horizons with her tongue. All while her boyfriend has taken the liberty of “warming me up”. He’s nibbling on my ears and kissing on my neck. I’m starting to squirm. My feet are crossed and locked in a feeble attempt to keep my legs closed as tight as possible. I can feel the heat radiating from between my thighs. I feel like my insides may combust if I don’t let some cool air in. I’m afraid that I may come bust right here on this leather couch, if I don’t keep it together (literally). But resistance is futile. My legs begin to part and her hand finds its way to the heat between my legs. She’s caressing me so smoothly through my apparently thin leggings. I feel like she’s touching me, finding my essence. All of this teasing is literally driving me insane. I keep telling myself to run but my body won’t cooperate. She reaches her hand into my leggings and she finds what I’ve been fighting to hide. My pool of excitement. She takes her time, like she trying to commit the route to memory. I’m ashamed and excited all at the same time. I can’t believe a Woman is giving me this much pleasure and I’m allowing her to. Her man is whispering how sexy I am and how he can’t wait to get me home. She’s exciting herself by pleasuring me. And I just remember staring out into this city that had stolen my heart from the moment we met, thinking THIS is where people re-invent themselves. I want to let her take me there. I want to give in to my apprehensions and let her give me the release that my body seems to be demanding. I want to pretend that social stigmata don’t exist. I hope that I’m the type of person that seizes the moment and indulges themselves in all types of pleasurable acts. I don’t want to wonder anymore if Women really do it better..... I want to know. I want to watch the mist fall over the city I love while my body spasms from an unexpected orgasm and rains in pleasure. But I’m not yet that free and I can’t do those things. And in an instant everything turns cold again and my fire dies. All my desire dissipates and all I’m left with is shame. Decision made… motor skills returned. I collect myself and begin to walk away. Before I could complete the “walk of shame” I turn back for one more glance at what could have been… if only I were someone else. My temptress places her fingers into her lover’s mouth and they begin kissing. The only concise thought I can put together is… I need another drink.