The Ritual

The Ritual

Please

Please come

To my bed

In a mist of fire light

Let me awaken

to  hungry eyes

that crave me

My taste lingers on your tongue

from the last time

I opened up to you

for the feast

Gather all your strength

holding me down

I cannot run

Each limb

bond and tied

I gasp for mercy

but you don’t feel any sympathy for

me

The one who has wounded your heart

Clinching your teeth

overwhelmed with fury

rip away each cloth and dressing

Warrior

I know your dreams

Night after night

I seduce them with

memories of when I gave myself to you

I declared this was your pussy

I kissed your lips and caressed you

in the most sacred of ceremony

Wicked and cold

I deserted you

fleeing with my gift of pleasure

I am

a thief of love

an inflictor of pain and heartbreak

Your obsession for me cultivates

It’s time to take back

that which was stolen from you

The treasure lying

between my legs

Your heaven is my body

now exposed

Soft and vulnerable

Take it!

Perform the ancient rite

Of reclamation

I will swallow and constrict to

every inch of your sword

As it strikes down the resistance

in me

Punish me!

Enter each orifice so I can feel your greatness

I ask for no pity

I’ve been so disobedient

unruly

A callous insensitive bitch

I need to be reprimanded

Bend me over and seek your vengeance

As the moon flickers

in the darkness of this room

strike hard and brutal

until my river flows

and tears fill my eyes

Until I cry your name

and give back what it rightfully

yours

This pussy…

In the late hour of night

in these royal quarters

let the ritual begin ….

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A 3 a.m Breakfast and Climax

Is it just me, or do other women like to get off in public? The other night, after I dropped my roommate off,  I met up with a guy friend for a 3am breakfast.  He proceeded to take off my panties, open my legs under the table, and use his hands to make me climax. I enjoyed every minute of it. You would think it would’ve been awkward being that we were in a diner. But it was kind of empty. When I cum really hard I’m loud.  Yet, no one noticed or seemed  to hear me.  Funny the power of two fingers! It was spontaneous and sexy. A great way to start the day. I decided to write a little story inspired by the experience.

The Diner on 54TH

I’m not really hungry she said to him

They entered around 3 a.m.

He enjoyed early mornings out

It was quiet and allay

Far from the hustle and bustle of the congested city

They chose to sit at the counter so that nothing could keep him from touching her.

Except for them, the place was vacant.

The temperature drop made her cling to him

This made his rise.

He loved to feel the soft texture of her inner thigh against his fingertips,

He pulled her closer as the tip of his tongue grazed her bottom lip

God you smell so good he said, as his nosed gently brushed under her chin ending up at the opening between her breasts.

“Good morning. What would you like to start with” interrupted the waitress.

Just coffee and a piece of peach cobbler for me

He said

And you madam?

Nothing for me she replied in a heavy breath

The waitress quickly returned with the coffee and pie

Then vanished into the kitchen

Now they were alone but

Still visible in the tall wide windows that faced the street

His left hand now grasping the back of her neck while two fingers of his right hand, were tracing the curve in her panties between her thighs.

Her embrace grew tighter

Closer

Her nails tearing into his brown leather coat, while his fingers run down the plunging neckline of her dress

exposing her nipple.

Face to face they stare into each others eyes

He smiles.

Her knees shaking, repositioning farther apart

His fingers infringe her panties. Teasing her bare skin

Then firmly invading her

Her body flinches as she sighs with shock

She releases a moan with every breath

His fingers pick up the pace

She closes her eyes

As he kisses her cheek and then her ear

Are you cuming he whispers

Yes ….she answers as another moan escapes

How deep do you want me to go he asked

Deep she replies

Take it all and

Cum for me he demands

Yes baby cum for me he demands again

Her leg clinching the back of the barstool

Still undisturbed by passer bys or the kitchen attendant

They continue

Faster and harder he goes as she begs for more

Her hands unzipping his pants, she caresses him.

With her eyes remaining closed, she arches her back and tilts her head.

He takes her exposed breast into his mouth

This causes her to finally climax.

He removes his fingers, kisses them, then licks his lips

I bet this pie doesn’t taste as good as you he laughs

Sexy Slow Dancing

Everyone knows I’m a sucker for romance. A guy friend showed up to my door with an Ipod of old school music and a bottle of wine. And my cutie knows that’s all it takes for me. After working all day, I need to unwind and relax. So we stripped down to nothing and dance around the room. Now that’s sexy. His body rubbing against mine as the music plays.  We go from John Legend’s High to Atlantic Star’s Slow jam. Of course we ended up on the kitchen floor. But the way he seduced me to that point was perfect.

I need that interaction that only happens between a man and woman. I welcome a smooth operator, a man that can sway with me. Even a tough girl like me will melt when a man grabs me around the waist and leads me to the rhythm. Remember those old movies when a man would see a girl across the room and try to get up the nerve to ask her for a dance. Then finally when he does and she accepts the entire room stops and there is nothing but them and the music.  That still works for me.

The new wave of party people have it all wrong! I get so tired of going out to clubs and this horrible house music is playing. The guys hang with each other and the girls are dancing on the floor alone. The only man that wants to dance is  the pervert who wants to feel you up. Fucking sickos! Then you have those people who want to sit at the bar and talk. What the hell are they talking about anyway? It’s a night club not a talk show! I would rather be off in the corner with a cute guy dancing and sweet talking. Lately, I just stay home and call someone over.

My new adventure will be finding old school clubs where the men come to meet women and slow dance. Not to talk me to death or stand over in the corner with their boys like they are in middle school. It’s so unattractive. When I find one I will let you all know