Morning Desire

Looking deep into your morning beauty

I hold you so tight as my need grows

I tell you how much I need you

My desire is so deep

My nose opens and I take in your essence

Eyes widen

I want to take all of you in

You taste so sweet and I want more

Disappointment sets in cause now you are empty my sweet cup of coffee

Let’s do this again as I refill and it the experience repeats.

 

Something Special

You crossed my mind today, as you do often. I am moving on to something new , but that experience with you my first was a learning experience. The memory crosses every so often and I cant imagine not have had the experience as you taught me so much. I remember it like it occurred yesterday. You had crossed into my life and were in my thoughts. I could not do anything, as there were other commitments that kept me away from you. When the time came and we could sit down together it was magical. Now I had others in my life prior but I had not experienced them the way I did with you. You were special. You were a new beginning and I cherish that with you. I remember it was in the evening and we sat down and I was excited. I may have been too excited at the time, but luckily, I wanted to do it right. I took my time and started slowly. You were there breathing softly to me. I knew you before we did this and it was like nothing else. The pace was soft and slow and it was incredible. My senses heightened and I grew with anticipation through it. You were not easy though, you made me work for it. You must have known that I needed it not to come easy, but to work for the experience. I was diligent and enjoyed every stroke. At times my heart beat faster, my breath quickened and I was in a euphoria that is still so hard to explain. We were there in the mix of it all and nothing else in the world would stop us. I know at one point I thought was this wrong. Was I making a mistake with doing this, but you continued to press my thoughts and urged me to continue. The strokes started to build the anticipation grew and then, like that I finished. I was exuberant and so relieved. I had performed well and I knew that you were satisfied. I wondered at that time if others would enjoy you as much as I did. I knew you were not mine and that I would have to share you with others. I would hope that they would experience you and enjoy you as much as I did. Time would only tell and it would be there that your beauty and life would flourish. Some could not accept you for what you are but that is their loss. Even though I have moved on and there have been many after you, there have been none as great as you. The experience that you taught me has made me a better person and to that I will always have a special place for you. So with this I must thank you, my first published work Sade. You are and will always be in my heart and my thoughts. X

 

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007XMDM1C

 

Here is an analogy that will make you think.

Reading a book is like diving.

 

Now don’t get me wrong, I like a good bounce of a springboard. The feeling of the anticipation of lowering your weight and pushing upward into the sky and then falling down and feeling the board propel you back into the sky and that is exhilarating.

Now to feel the feeling of a high dive is like reading a book. You walk up the stairs to do the 10 meter (33ft) dive, is like getting a book. You have that feeling is it going to be a good one or just another practice. You get to the edge and look into the water, as when reading the blurb about the anticipation. Then you feel the need to do it and you dive or open the book to begin. You begin the dive and start to read. You feel the joy of opening your mind and then you feel the water and you are immersed into the water just like the feeling of immersing yourself into a book. The cool feeling of the water surrounding you, as with the visualization of the story and you are there deep into it.

When you pull yourself out of the water and feel that completion of it was done and the story ends. Then the need to do it again occurs and it repeats so you go back to the platform and get another book.

Read a book today, and take the opportunity to write one. No matter if you don’t think you can, try it and let someone else feel your feeling of the story you want to tell. Let someone else immerse themselves in your water. X

Shhh

Oh my, that was a good night, let’s go to bed I told her.  In her drunken voice she said, “I don’t want to just go to bed I want to fuck”.  I told her she had too much and that we needed to get her to bed.  She started complaining that she was fine.  We were walking down the hall now and she turned to me and said, “I want to fuck, I don’t want to sleep yet”.  She then turned to me and hit me on the chest with her hand and it sent a pain through my chest.  Well that was it, that made the difference.  I said, “Okay lets fuck”.  I grabbed her and pushed her facing towards the wall.  I lifted the back of her shirt and unleashed her bra, as I was pushing with my hips to hold her against the wall.  She protested and I said,”Shhh, I am fucking you”.  I moved her back a bit and pulled her shirt up and pulled her bra off her breasts.  Within a quick motion, I pushed her back against the wall, and she let out, “Ow that’s cold”.  Her breasts were against the wall and it must have been too cool to her touch.  I put my left arm against her back to push her against it even more and now her breasts and her stomach was pushed against it.  I pulled her skirt up and reached between her thong and slid it to the side and with that I unbuttoned my pants and pulled my cock out.  She felt it pierce through her pussy with a force.  I was not gentle, as I wanted her to feel this fuck.  I wriggled my pants off my legs and still pressing against her I started to drive deeper inside her.  She was letting out moans and groans as the feeling was intense in her inebriated state.  She felt the thrust again as I pushed deep inside.  I bought this thong and it was mine to do what I wanted.  I reached down and grabbed it and ripped in apart.  It was in my way, and I wanted it to be out.  I was ready to fuck and that damn thong paid the price.  She screeched, “What are you doing”.  I told her to shhh, “I am fucking you, so take it and enjoy it.  I pressed her head to the side against the wall and drove my cock again inside her.  I attempted to press so deep I wanted to feel the coolness of the wall on my cock.  I continued to pound her deep and she came.  She was so excited about this fuck that she came again.  I pulled my cock out and pressed my left arm against her and pulled her skirt off.  Now she was there with her ass out, and a partial thong dangling down.  I reached my hand back and smacked her ass.  She yelped after the sting of my hand connected and the feeling went straight to her brain.  I reached back again and released another reddening smack to her ass.  She said “Ouch that’s too hard”.  I said,”Shhh, I am fucking you”.  I moved my cock back into position and slid it deep inside again.  I pounded her pussy and she came again.  She started to moan again, I bent my knees a little to get a different angle and like I was doing a squat thrust I lifted her with the next thrusting.  She skid upwards of the wall and I heard her scream, “Oh my god, I’m cumming”.  I bent down again and drilled upwards into her pussy and it was nice and wet that I felt her cum again as it gripped my cock like it was trying to choke around its neck.

It was time to have fun in the front.  I pulled my cock out and turned her around.  I lifted her shirt off and took her bra off to.  She shuddered with either cold or from the sensation of the fucking she was getting.  I pushed her back against the wall and she tried to jump but I anticipated it and was hard against her.  She lifted her right hand to try and push me off I would guess, but I grabbed it and then reached for her left.  I had both her hands and held them tightly.  She was not going to move.  Her breasts were there and her nipple was calling for attention.  I slid my tounge across her right nipple and she so caught up in the moment she could only gasp.  I moved over to her left nipple, and with a grin, I pulled her nipple in my mouth and nibbled on it.  I put pressure to it and she squelched, “Ouch.  That is too rough, I said,”Shhh, I am fucking you”.

I raised her hands above her head and with my right hand I grabbed both of her thumbs.  I am strong enough to hold her thumbs without her wriggling them free, a sort of Chinese finger torture style.  I took my left hand and grabbed her right breast and squeezed on it.  Intensifying the pressure I heard her say, “Ouch, too hard”.  I said,”Shhh, I am fucking you”.  I let go of her breast and pulled my left hand back and smacked her breast with it.  When I removed it, I seen the redness appear.  I then slapped her other breast.  It was a little harder and she jumped.  I reached down with my left hand and grabbed her right leg and lifted it up.  I moved in and my cock found its target.  Her pussy was open and inviting, it wanted to feel my cock again.  I slid inside and she moaned.  I had her off balance but she was not going anywhere.  Just like when I had her facing the wall, I knelt a little and drove my cock upwards deep into her pussy.  She let out another groan and then started drilling deep inside her.  The rocking of her against the wall, she let out another, “Uh, uh, I coming” and she was now screaming this.  I said,”Shhh, I am fucking you”.

I continued to pound her and then with the next release of her coming, I felt her squirt that hot female orgasm.  That was it for me, I pulled out and put her on her knees and as I held her head backwards I gave her a hot pearl necklace.  She was sitting there and gasping and I pulled my shirt off and cleaned her up.  She was about to say something, and I said,”Shhh, I was fucking you”.  We went to bed and slept and it was peaceful.

As an author

As an author, you cut your soul and bleed your heart into a book.
As an author, you need support from everyone for your book.
As an author, we bleed our life into a book.
As an author, we need support of our story to fill life into the reader of our book.
As an author, it is all of this that makes us write another book.

Just Cause

We were sitting at the table at a local restaurant. It is nothing fancy but not a fast food joint. We had a nice meal and she was eating some fresh fruit salad for dessert. We were just having a casual conversation, when she took a bite of a strawberry and asked me to move closer as she wanted to tell me something. I leaned in and she said, “I love you”. She moved closer and smooched her lips together to give me a kiss and when I moved closer to kiss her she began to kiss me. not just a normal at dinner style kiss, but like we are in our bedroom. She began to move her tongue inside my mouth and the taste of the strawberry mixed well with the taste of the crème brulèe I was eating created a mouthgasm. She put her hand on my shoulder and pulled me closer and her tongue started to explore and it was so passionate. She kept kissing and tightened her hand on my shoulder and it was so hot. She moved off my lips and quickly bit into her strawberry again and returned to the kiss. It was, as if there was no one around, and then of course we heard an uh hmmm, then stopped as our waiter was standing at the table. We stopped and looked up and we heard a few claps. I looked at him and all I could say, “Yes”. “Will there be anything else?” he said. I said, “No”.

After he laid the bill down and walked away, I looked over at her and asked, “What was that?” with a big smile. She said, “Just cause”.

 

 

Sade you can get a copy of my latest book Sade at http://www.hotlitbooks.com/.