Just An Everyday Fantasy: It Starts With A Note (Part 1)...

Having a busy schedule is no excuse for us. We always make time to keep things interesting in our relationship. Since it's my turn I plan to do something slightly different.

I am running a little late, getting off work, which is nothing unusual. The fact that it's Friday only makes it "suck" a little more, but since it's my fault, I'll have to just "suck" just a little more later. *wink*

You beat me home and prepare to start dinner. You open up the refrigerator door, in search of something to make, only to find a note taped to a, completely chilled, bottle of Moscato D' Asti.

The note reads, "Baby, I truly appreciate you." "Turn to your right and open the pantry door." You do and there you find another note, taped to a set of wine glasses with, "Read Me...", attached to one of them.

This note reads, "Take these glasses, along with the bottle of wine, to 3377 Peachtree St. NE.  (use valet)" "There you will find further instructions."

With an excited grin on your face you think to yourself to call me, but notice on the back of the second note are the words, "Do not contact me, just follow directions!" You laugh and reluctantly comply.

After driving 900 hundred miles per hour to the destination, you realize you are pulling up to the "W" in Buckhead. You use valet, but realize you have no idea what you are doing there. You think to at least text me, before remembering my previous request of NO CONTACT. At that very moment, a woman approaches and asks your name. “Ma’am is your nickname, Pretty Girl?” Startled by the reference, you reply, “Yes” while trying to hide your blushing face. She then points you to the spa area.

As you enter, they take the glasses and wine from your hands and offer you a room to change in, explaining that you'll need to disrobe for your full body massage. You hadn't had one of those in a couple weeks, so it was about time.

After doing so, you lie down on the massage table. The room set to the perfect temperature. A deep breath releases itself from your chest, as you relish in the curiously arousing moment.

The massage begins; starting at your neck and shoulders; traveling to your upper back, then down to your lower back; then concludes with your thighs, calves, and feet.

30 minutes goes by just like that and before you know it you are starting to dose off, barely notice that the hands of the massage therapist have started to creep up to your beautifully rounded ass. You quickly and curiously turn around, in the dimly lit room, with a formal complaint and curse words written all over your face and ready to be unleashed.

Before you are even able to roll your neck good, you hear a whisper. "Is there something wrong with the massage, Pretty Girl?" At the same time you feel one hand pushing you back down, while the other is gripping your waist.

At the very moment, my very strategic "masseuse switch", has been revealed, your gently forming smile suddenly evolves into a beautifully, serious grin of satisfaction, as I insert my erect and out stretched tongue inside the wet lips of your instantaneously wet and warm vagina. You firmly grab the corners of the massage table as you slowly spread your legs apart and raise your ass. Only your lower body performs the adjustment, as your warm breasts and hard nipples, stay firmly pressed to the massage table.

In and out I go as you back up to my face, while I use my free hands to spread your cheeks and lips apart for maximum penetration. In a very similar motion to the way you grab my dick with your hands and stroke it; You are jacking my tongue off with your creamy, pussy lips, but in this case you get to cum and not me. It's "pleasing you" time.

I continue slowly fucking you with my tongue, while directing you to wet your fingers then rub on your clit, so I politely take your fingers and suck them, applying enough saliva to get you started, because my hands are obviously occupied.

After a couple of minutes pass, you are starting to gyrate and force my tongue deeper inside you, so I know you are about to orgasm. Your stomach starts to tighten: legs start to quiver from muscle spasms; and breathing starts to increase, as you feel physical reactions similar to volcanic eruptions welling around inside your pussy walls, ready to implode and explode creamy contractions, literally at the same time.

I brace myself and take a deep breath, similar to the preparation a swimmer makes before for a dive in the deep end of the pool. "Baby, I'm starting to…uh…I’m starting to cum so please, baby, don't stop." As much as I would love to respond and tell you to keep pushing your juices out, until your hip, foot and stomach muscles hurt; my mouth is full of your creamy sweet cum, so the timing isn't the greatest.

After a couple more orgasms, you collapse to the canvas, like a knocked out boxer. As you deeply breathe in the reminders of such a passionate scene in your own adult film fantasy, you breathe out the physical reactions of such deep stimulation.

And just like that, your ass is covered back up with towels and the original masseuse is back and my cum soaked chest, chin and tongue are gone.

You feel a tap on the shoulder, as the masseuse hands you a folded card that reads…Room 101…Key attached.

To be continued…

You Think It I'll Say It: Troubleshooting an Infinite Loop...

Dictionary.com defines the computer term "infinite loop" as...

A piece of program that is executed repeatedly with no hope of stopping. This is nearly always because of a bug.

That being said, I've found that, my self included, humans have the habit of choosing, not always what's best for us, but what we are used to.

Try this survey! Be truthful and at the end, the picture will tell you what the questions really lead to...GOOD LUCK!


List 10 things that you look for in a girlfriend/boyfriend, mate, spouse, etc.

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When looking for a girlfriend/boyfriend, mate, spouse, etc.

What 5 things, from the first question, would you absolutely require?

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If you were extremely attracted to this person and felt a strong "initial" spark; How many things from the second question would be "must haves"? (1-5)


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Of your past 5 "serious" relationships (1 month or more and fully committed); How many things from the second question did each have? (1-5)

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Of your past 5 "serious" relationships; What are 3 things you would have done differently?

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Relationship 3

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You Think It I'll Say It: Rock | YOU | Hard Place...

Dictionary.com defines "perspective" as...

1. a mental view or prospect.

With all that we know about the opposite sex, it can still take a lifetime to figure out relationships?

For many women, to become a wife is the ultimate recognition, almost rivaling that of being called a mother. You are not just a girlfriend, main, or significant other. You are a WIFE!

"That just has a nice ring to it doesn't it?"

You are now someones other half, better half, or rib, as a friend of mine refers to it. 

Either way you look at it, you have been chosen, by someone to be "Mrs. Right!"

"Damn you, Society for somewhere down the line of relationships, causing men and women to view marriage so differently."

For many women, marriage seems to compare, in concept, to an NBA, NFL, or MLB Championship Ring.

Fellas, pardon the comparison, but for the sake of translating the legitimacy in their view point, I'll walk down this road.  

Although a player (your girl) may love the game and love playing it (dating you). They still, at the end of the day want "the" ring, and they only need two. Engagement and Wedding. 

That being said, it may make a little more sense why the following has happened or may happen to you. 

1. She gives you an ultimatum. Many times this can happen out of shear frustration. Not because of a lack of love for you, but because the hour glass has started to run out (If she wants kids, even faster). 


In her attempt to help you fully understand her point of view, you may hear the words, "You need to put a ring on my finger..." or "If we are not going down the road of marriage..."


These are legitimate statements from a female perspective. Easy Bake ovens, baby dolls, kitchen sets, even Ken and Barbie for that matter, have introduced "family" in a very powerful way from birth. While we are playing with G. I. Joe and Transformers, they are burping baby dolls and not letting the cookies burn in the oven.


If she is in love with you and loves you and is committed to you, it's safe to assume she wants to be your wife before 30!

2. She may become bitter/unhappy. This is a frustrating one, but should be expected depending on your relationship. How happy are we really, when we don't get what we want or expect to get, based on our efforts? If she has been busting ass to be what you are looking for in a wife and you seem to be avoiding that whole subject, just be prepared for some long nights and arguments and possible distance.

3. She may cheat on you either emotionally/physically. This is a touchy subject because it looks outside the relationship to pacify. As human beings, when our needs are unmet, it is rare that we simply choose to go without. 


She may or may not internalize your lack of interest in marriage and seek approval elsewhere, emotionally or physically or psychologically. 


Remember that if marriage is on her radar, then it is also a part of the liquid included in her emotional cup and nothing good can happen for you when her emotional cup is only half full. Not to condone, just to explain.

4. She may drop hints frequently. Directly or indirectly. In my long work history with Kay Jeweler's, I've seen this maneuver frequently. Random stops into the mall to randomly end up in the jewelry store and randomly end up with a sales person showing you an engagement ring! Invitations to many more couples activities than had been previously attended. Relationship or Marriage Counseling in order to prepare you for "the future." (Which is HIGHLY suggested!) This also should make sense. She wants to get married and we all know a closed mouth doesn't get fed.

If you appreciate your relationship and the female in it, you may want to do the following. 

1. Let her know your intentions both present and future. Clarity can prove to be one of the greatest assets in any relationship. If you want to wait, tell her. If you want to get married tomorrow after work, tell her that too. If you are hesitant because of this ,that, or the other, make that known so that it can be addressed. If you just want a friend, lover, long term girlfriend, etc. She should know.


It is never good to have someone ask your girl what's going on in the relationship and she have the confused face. That being said, ladies, please be as open minded and open hearted as possible. It is possible that if men think you are going to snap and kill three people if he says he's not ready, he may hesitate or lie to you in order to circumvent the initial drama. Let him get it out then act accordingly.

2. Understand her point of view on marriage and plan accordingly.  Know, to the best of your abilities, where she is coming from with her views on marriage. Grandparents, parents, friends, church, etc. Find out what drives her, what her expectations are, and what her fears are. Ladies, this applies to you too. I know plenty of men that have heard some very pessimistic views on marriage. I'll address those later.

3. Keep her emotionally and physically fed. If you happen to be the gentleman that isn't ready for marriage just yet and do not want to cross that line yet, before you are married, it might be a great idea to be the best "boyfriend" you can be. I am always disappointed to hear about the guy that, not only won't marry, but isn't doing boyfriend duties that well. 


You may be asking yourself, "If he's not that great of a boyfriend, then why marry him?" In my opinion, females are some of the most understanding and patient of God's creatures. They can have children for God's sake. 9 months of creating a human being, labor, then 30 years of raising a child, even with a partner takes PATIENCE, but it is not unlimited.

Conversely, a lot of men are raised differently and exposed to a completely different impression of relationships and more importantly marriage.  

While most men understand the importance of marriage, it seems to be, at it's basis, contradictory to what some men feel is an uncontrollable desire. 

Some of our concerns:

1. Sex with one woman for the rest of our lives. Ladies, please do not underestimate this. I've heard some women say, "If he loves me, that feeling should go away." "Am I not good enough to satisfy him sexually?" "What does she have that I don't?" "If he loves me he wouldn't hurt me by cheating" All of the above listed statements are relevant, however, just as much as we need to understand our woman and how her mind and body works, the same understanding needs to be applied to men. I often have compared a man's sexual desire to a female's emotional desire. 

Pardon me if I am totally off base though. A female can find emotional stimuli all day long, soap operas, conversation, reading, talk shows, reality shows, other female, friends, and family, and of course male interaction. They desire that type of stimuli and it is readily available.


Men have been bombarded with almost nothing, but physical stimuli since we could walk and talk. Videos, movies, TV, nightlife, etc. 


Society has wet our appetites for variety since bible times, with kings who had multiple wives. Not saying sex with a million females for life is right, just trying to explain why some guys don't see it as wrong either. (Excluding those in relationships where that is a NO NO!) 


I am not necessarily sure I am correct in this statement, but It seems that a lot of men would gladly have a sexual relationship with 5 different females. Females that may all have different characteristics about them, and still may not necessarily have a strong emotional connection with any of them. You may be asking yourself, "How could he have sex with that many people, that's just nasty?" "How does he just have sex without an emotional connection with some women?" Simple answer. Some men don't necessarily value it the same. So you may need to check with yours.


I said all that to say this, learn your mate. Men need to learn what your needs are emotionally to even have an attempt as satisfying them. Women need to do the same. Take this last statement how you want. You may want to keep his sexual cup full through creativity, spontaneousness, and technique.

2.The Ball and Chain Theory. 

This should be an easy one to solve, I think. Many men are given the impression from other married men that once you get married you are not allowed to do anything. You have a curfew of "street lights", you never see your friends again, and the only place you are allowed to go with out her is church, lol! This may be due to a couple of different reasons, but one I hear most is either, "I don't trust him" or "She doesn't trust me." 


Men FYI: If you violated the trust, please expect a trial period for recovery. (You have no idea how long that's going to be either) This is where you have to be accountable and put on the patience hat.


Ladies FYI: Checking up behind him and through his things has never in the history of time REALLY helped you trust him anymore than you did. I could be wrong though.


If you are confident enough to be flexible in some of his important areas, he should appreciate it. This however does not let the guys off the hook. Intentions and expectations should be openly discussed by both parties.


Lastly, NEITHER gender is going to be happy with you playing COOL with certain things then as soon as you open your last wedding gift say, "You are a husband/wife now. You can't/shouldn't do that."

3. Lack of sex after marriage/kids. SCARY! As much as men love sex, ladies please be resourceful. If you are unable to have sex or just don't have the desire please come up with something. If you have the desire, but can't for whatever reason, first let him know, then use other appendages, lol, but serious. 


If you do not have the desire, again, please tell him. He may come up with something to relight that pilot and get the flame going, but to keep him ignorant and in the dark will force him to try and suppress a need that may take an army to subdue. Fellas, this does apply in reverse!!!


4. Lack of her physical appeal. What I am about to say may seem harsh, so I hope I explain it right. When a man looks at a magazine and sees the following. Here is what he sees. She's still got it! She works out! I want my girl to look the same way after 40, which all of the women listed are. 

Let's be realistic though. As much as I don't look like Taye Diggs, Tyson Beckford, or Nelly for that matter, I still try to look the best I can look. That's all many men ask of their mate. We want you to work as hard as possible to remain physically attractive post kids and post 30's. In all fairness, the same can be asked of men...More work, less excuses.

Rounding this all up, the thing to remember is that different perspectives on marriage only become a bad thing when:

1. They aren't discussed. No discussion. No resolution.
2. They become frequent excuses for relationship progress.
3. They are known and a resolution is not sought after.

Marriage has the potential to be the greatest, most loving relationship you ever feel and the biggest commitment you will ever make and ALL things should be discussed before signing on the dotted line!

Just An Everyday Fantasy: The Perfect Distraction...

With only days until my first attempt at "Spoken Word" stardom, the frustration starts to set in. With crowds usually reaching well into the hundreds, this was no small stage to perform on. Family and friends from school and work would be in attendance.

What would I write about? What could I write about?

I need to write something that wouldn't be too wild, while at the same time showing my love and passion for intellectual usage of words.

“Maybe I’ll write about money, power, respect, education, family, sex, or culture? Who knows?”

I get off work at 5:30pm, as usual, and race home trying to cleanse my mind of my stressful day, but no such luck.

After a long ride on the train from Harlem to Brooklyn, I arrived at the door to our loft with an entry similar to a police raid. I had the full intention of eating and going right upstairs to take a nap in order to prepare for the all night of writing that was about to take place. I tossed my keys on the sofa, surely to not find them later.

"Damn, I'm hungry," Is what think to myself as I now regret my decision to skip lunch earlier that day. That was not my original intention, but when project deadlines have to be met, the perfectionist in me won't let me lower my level of quality.

I take a look into the refrigerator and aggressively locate the macaroni and cheese, cabbage, fried chicken, and yams from the night before...

"Left over’s complete me," as I laugh at my own child like excitement.

Eating my favorite meal will certainly get my creative engine running. I warm up and over flowing plate of food and devour it.

"Hell, that was good," is what I thought to myself while licking my fingers clean. 

I pull out my pencil and pad and just sit there at the kitchen table when three things immediately run through my head.

1. This story has to be right. I'm a freelance writer so spoken word should be no different, right?

2. That food was ridiculous, but now the "itis" is starting to set in and I

Have to fight it. I drop and do 50 pushups and sit ups. That should help for a little while.

3. What if you were here with me, right now? I would sit you on the table in front of me, legs spread open. I picture you wearing only a bra and skirt, pantyless, but with matching heels still on.

We would be conversing with each other about our days, as I challenged your ability to remain focused, as I applied soft, moist French kisses to your thighs. The kisses travel from your left knee down your inner thigh, lightly licking the left side of your pussy lips, crossing over your vaginal opening, vertically tongue massaging the right side of your pussy lips and back along your inner thigh to your right knee. Taking care to arouse you just enough to leave a saturated spot on the bottom of your skirt.

"Wait a minute!" Number 3 was the absolute wrong thought, especially since it’s your late night at work and I have writing to do.

So, I begin to write...

"Being a leader means..."

"The mind is the strongest when..."

"To achieve the most out of life you must…”

“This isn’t working,” I say to myself as I decide to retire upstairs to our office. There, I can close the door and just zone out with jazz playing in the background.

After spending another 25 minutes of brainstorming, which sadly produces no real results, I doze off on the desk.

I am awakened, by your stroke across the back of my neck with your finger tips. “Hi Sweetie, How was your day?” I respond, “It was a rough one, but I made it.”

I explain to you how frustrated and nervous I am about choosing the best possible topic for such a huge audience. You rub me on the shoulders, instantly relaxing me, and tell me to just write what I feel.

The problem with that is that I don’t know what I feel.

1.  Frustrated

2.  Anxious

3.  Tired

4.  Nervous

5.  Sexual

6.  Excited

“Baby, just close your eyes and relax. The feeling will come to you and you’ll know exactly what to write.”

With a smile on my face, I respond to you with a, “Thank You” and “I Love You,” as I kiss you on the stomach and give you a pat on the butt as you walk away.

I feel a little more focused, so it’s time to write.

15 minutes later…

Pitch black! “Damn it!” The fuse must have blown again. As I lean forward to get up and check the fuse, you push me back down into my seat forcing my shoulders back into the chair.

At this point, I can’t see you, because it’s completely dark, but I can smell the aroma of your perfume circulating around me.

You grab my left arm and tie it to the arm of the chair with one of your stockings. You whisper in my ear, “You’re right handed so you can still write, correct?”

“YES,” I respond.

“Sweetheart, what are you doing?”

“Don’t worry about it, you’ll feel”

Saying that I would “feel”, was confusing to me, simply because the saying actually goes, “You’ll see.” You have always read me like a book in the past, so trusting your lead was something I was actually turned on at the thought of.

I was not entirely sure how I was going to get any writing done, being tied to an office chair with no light and completely aroused at the thought of what we were about to do.

Using your accomplished mind reading skills you light 2 large, aromatherapy candles, providing just enough light to illuminate my writing pad and you.

At that moment, I again grow extremely appreciative of the female gender. You are wearing nothing, but a necklace, perfume, bracelet, tattoos, and heels, covered only by a see through robe.

“How’s your writing coming?” “You seem a little distracted.”

“Are you serious?” “How am I supposed to come up with something to write about when all I wanna do is make love to you right now.”

“No you don’t”, as you grab the crotch of my pants to inspect my physical reaction to your presence. “Damn, maybe you do wanna fuck me right now,” as you grab a handful of dick.

“Now, write what you’re feeling and you can’t just right HARD on the paper.” “I know your sense of humor.”

We both share a laugh as I use my free hand to write a couple lines.

“Fine.” “Now what?”

At that moment you guide my free hand up under the bottom part of your robe, against your thighs and upward. “Are you serious?” That’s what I say as I realize that you are so aroused that your juices have started to trickle down your inner thigh.

“What do I taste like?” You put my fingers to my lips and run my fingers across the center of both my lips.

“Now, write exactly what you feel and you can’t just right STICKY on the paper.” “I know how your mind works, clown.”

I used my moisture soaked fingers to jot down a couple more lines.

Before I can say the words, “Now what,” you have started unbuckling my pants, claiming that your actions are only to free him from the bondage of his boxers.

You slowly unbuckle my pants, unzipping them at the same time. You pull him out after struggling to get him to bend enough to get him out of the opening.

“Why is your heart beating so fast?”

“Beating fast? How would you know? Are you touching my heart?”

“No, he told me.” “I can feel the blood pulsing through your veins.”

With my dick now standing straight up, you flip the office chair off its feet. That causes me to fall backwards in the chair, which is now lying on the carpet, back down. You stand over top of me smiling as I also laugh at the reality that you just violently assaulted me, yet I have no interest in calling for help.

“Can I sit down?” “My legs are tired from work.”

“Uh, sure, but you may need to help me back up.”

“Nope, I think you’ll be just fine!”

You then squat down over me, pussy lips still coated with your significantly thorough irrigation system. You spread your lips apart telling me to kiss them like I would the lips on your face.

I voluntarily give them a peck. “What the hell was that?” “If you plan on getting any work done tonight, you may want to put forth a little more effort.”

I smile as I think to myself how sexy your pouty mouth is when you don’t get your way. I use my “writing” arm to wrap your left thigh and pull that pussy back down to tongue length. With your lips still spread, you slowly drop all the way down, gyrating as you descend onto my out stretched tongue.

“Damn that feels good.” “I can feel her getting wetter.”

You close your eyes as you mentally sink deeply into the moment. You move back and forth, riding my lips and tongue, alternating between vaginal and clitoral sensations. You can tell that I want you to come. I always do. I grab you tighter as you move a little faster and start to moan as you stare down at my eyes and hidden mouth and tongue.

“Can I come now?”

“Mmm Hmm” Is all I can get out as you close your eyes and let go of an orgasm so strong, wet, and creamy that your thighs nearly break my jaw as you convulse in pleasure.

“Shit, how do you do that to me?”

“Now, write what you are thinking.”

You hand me the pencil as you hold the pad over me as I write a couple of lines.

You help me back up and stand in between myself and the desk with your back to me. I love to admire you. Back so smooth; Ass so perfect; Skin so soft. After a couple of minutes of allowing me to admire your beauty you turn back around.

Now facing me, you bend over and lick him. First starting at the bottom then working your way up slowly all the way to the tip, which is now swollen from arousal.

You use both hands, one on top of the other to assist you in sucking him. You suck some before getting him so wet that you pause the oral satisfaction in order to jack him up and down with your hands, staring at my eyes as they slowly roll backward from satisfaction.

You are so in tune with your body that the activity you are engaging in has you extremely aroused and so close to orgasm that you could come from a strong, warm breeze, if your clit was exposed.

You go back to using your lips and tongue, slurping as if you were at the end of your favorite, partially melted milk shake.

It’s not so much that you love pleasing me orally, but that you are in love with me, so you are in love with my happiness.

As you grow more and more aroused from pleasing me you pause, grabbing him tightly, as you start to shiver, coming once again.

“I love when you do that,” is all I’m able to get out before you stand up and climb on top of me, pausing only to position him directly under your vagina. You slowly work him in, closing your eyes as you spread open wider to receive him.

“Shit, why is he so thick and long? I love it!”

“Baby, write something right now!”

You pull yourself to my left shoulder as I lean forward and try to muster enough concentration and poise to scribble a couple things down while you bounce up and down trying to make me come.

A task like that is not to be taken lightly, because when we get it in, we get it all the way in!

At this point my dick is hitting that deep pocket inside you that causes you to hug me closer in anticipation of your next orgasm.

Up and down for a couple more strokes and just like that, you come again now watching my dick as she spits up her juices all over him as she chokes on his length.

You keep going a little longer before sliding off of him and standing in front of me, bent over facing the computer screen.

“Are you inspired yet?”

“Yes.”

“Well I suggest you do some more writing then.”

I begin to write a little more as you begin to untie me from the chair.

“Baby, Thanks for your inspiration.”

“I know you don’t think you’re done fucking me do you?” “It’s time for you to come with me.”

You bend over and use both hands to hold your ass and pussy wide open as you request me to put him back in. With your chest pressed against our glass desk, I slide him in as you arch your back from the sensation.

As I grab your waist line and stroke so far in that you can feel it in your abdomen and all the way back out to the tip, then back in. I start to speed up as I feel you start to tighten up as if you are about to come again. At the same time I start to grow full of enough of come to blow you into the next room.

“I’m coming, keep fucking me until you come too”

I continue stroking, using every inch to please you, until I can no longer hold it in. I am banging you so hard that the keyboard and monitor have now fallen to the floor from the rocking back and forth.

“I’m coming too, baby.” At that moment, I pull out and squirt, what seemed like a gallon of come on your back and ass.

“Damn!”

We both fall backward into the chair as we both exhale from the workout we just finished.

As tired as you are, you reach for the pad and give it to me.

“Write!”

I gather enough energy to write down a couple more words.

“I’m done, shit, I can’t write anymore anyway.”

You roll over and kiss me, crawling into the bedroom to clean off. You come back with a wash cloth to wipe off my mouth, lips, chin, and dick.

I thank you, before joining you in the shower in order to thoroughly clean off.

3 days go by…

It’s now the night of the spoken word event. I am still a little nervous, but prepared to go for broke.

They call me to the stage…

“With my mind restricted at first, similar to having an arm tied behind my back, but being forced to write at the same time, I took a deep breath and just felt.

What did I feel? I felt, arousal; I felt love; I felt nervousness; I felt pressure; I felt darkness. Not the kind of darkness that scares you because of the unexpectedness of it, but the kind that helps you see the light more clearly.

With the sense of sight temporarily removed, I was forced to use my sense of smell, which was currently being fed by a signature smell so sweet, I couldn’t help but taste it on the tip of my tongue.

Suddenly with flickers of light illuminating the darkness, I can see right through darkness. It’s a beautiful sight. Caramel in color and softly curved like a figure 8 race track.

Now, with the ability to make out your figure, my sense of taste is now bombarded with the closest thing to icing I can think of. Creamy in texture, salty yet sweet in taste, satisfying both of the taste buds.

Knocked completely from my feet, I struggle to regain my balance. Ironically, I am smothered by a warm damp feeling dripping down my chin. As I struggled to breath, all I could do is open my mouth and drink as fast as I could, trying my best not to choke on the consistency of the liquid. Tongue and lips moving in unison, I was able to breathe, but not without tired jaws from licking, sucking, and swallowing you until an earache set in due to the pressure from muscle contractions wrapped around my head.

Now back upright, as passive as I am, I find myself impaling something so tight, it’s almost as if I don’t belong inside. If it had not been for the moisture at the opening, I might have been hesitant to go so far inside.

Positioned directly in front of a bent over picture of perfection, I grow more and more erect with anticipation of inserting my straw into the center of your peach and sucking out all of the nectar inside until there’s nothing left.

After a couple more entries into the juice filled peach, it exploded from the ripeness, but in such a way that I was obligated to join in the fireworks with an explosion of my own.

Just like that my pen exploded ink all over the page…

She was my perfect distraction.”

I bow and exit the stage.