:Random 59:

Imagine being in a meeting at work, trying to focus on the matters at hand but all you can think about are his hands. You’re watching the way he sits and you’re paying close attention to the bulge in his pants. Rather than considering charts and graphs, you’re considering how many ways you can put your pussy on his mustache. It’s probably soft. It covers his lips like a white, feathered filled duvet.

After imagining him suck your heart thru your vaginal cavity, you switch positions. Still unaware of what ever it is you’re supposed to be listening to, you can see yourself riding is cock. He’s such an old fuck but old, you know like the best bottle of whiskey. The thought of it makes you chuckle but no one seems to notice. You squeeze your thighs tight and pull your pelvic floor towards your cervix.

You’re gonna climax. Right here. Right in this meeting. All over the cock poking through his pressed khaki pants.

 

3 AM Ramblings

It’s late. I’ve spent about 3 hrs scrolling online. It’s almost three AM and I’ve been up since 11. I leave for work at six. This time I closed my eyes and thought about being held in his arms as he kissed me on my forehead. I closed my eyes and snuggled into his chest. As I imagined this, tears quietly rolled down the side of my face. this man was someone I knew but never saw but I could feel his love and passion radiate through me. The only certainty is that if I were to find myself wrapped in this someone’s arms, it would be for my benefit alone. I’d leave him eventually for a man I would want to marry. And it doesn’t work that way. The karma in a one-sided love affair hits hard. I’d be plagued with the idea of being a placeholder and inevitably ruin the prospect of a serious relationship. Until I can enjoy the quiet space & not occlude it with the past, I need to be alone. I don’t want my old lovers or my old friends. I want to feel new. I am in fact brand new.

Bianca sat on the floor with her legs crossed, smirking indignantly. She had caused her master trouble at least five times today. Each time she caused him angst, he removed an article of her clothing. She was down to her baby blue lace bra and panties.

Her final violation was when she snatched at his belt and pulled his soft cock from his pants while he attempted to lead a conference call. His large hand gripped her arm to pull her off of him before he turned his back to her and adjusted his clothes. He held the phone between his ear and shoulder as he frantically fixed his belt but Bianca was feeling insatiable. She quickly attached herself to his back, reaching around his waist to unbuckle his belt once more.

This time she giggled loudly and said, “I need your cock!” It was loud enough for the other conference call participants to hear.

He grit his teeth and turned to face her, dropping his phone on the marble counter. His irritation aroused Bianca more than any of their other interactions. Still glaring at his slave, he picked his phone off the counter and continued his call. Bianca stood back from him with her hands behind her back, biting her bottom lip.

His nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed a split second before he reached for the collar of her t-shirt and stretched it before it tore. Then he pointed to the corner of the kitchen and mouthed “Sit the fuck down.”

Bianca rolled her eyes and reached for his belt again in protest. He grabbed her wrist firmly and walked her to the corner, never missing a beat on his conference call, then shoved her to the ground. Before he walked away, he grabbed her collar again, twisting it until it tore then ripping the tattered shirt down the middle.

“Take it off,” he mouthed before turning his back on her.

Bianca poked her tongue out in protest but removed the tattered shirt anyway. She waited in the corner with a pout fixed on her face. After what Bianca felt was an eternity, Master returned with her restraints and a remote controlled vibrator.

He leaned forward and grabbed her wrist to yank her from her seat on the floor then whispered in her ear, “You’re a dirty bitch, aren’t you?”

“No,” she whimpered.

“You wanted my undivided attention and now you have it,” he told her as he twisted her arms behind her back to cuff her wrists.

He shoved her back into the corner causing her to lose her balance and fall to the floor. Master waited for her to adjust herself in the corner before he lowered himself into a squatting position and attached her ankles to the spreader bar.

He slid her panties to the side to reveal a clear liquid dripping from her pussy.

“Look at your cunt, begging to be touched,” he mused.

Master then used his middle finger to dip in and out of her contracting walls. When he removed his finger, her pussy juice strung along with it. Bianca moaned, eager for what he might do next. He slipped his finger in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it.

He pulled his finger out then squeezed her jaws, “You want Master’s cock in your mouth, don’t you.”

She diverted her eyes from his but didn’t reply.

“Okay.”

Master stood up to retrieve the remote controlled vibrator. He slowly twisted it into her aching vagina until eight inches of it were no longer visible. Her moan was for both pleasure and relief. His final touch was putting a red ball gag into her mouth.

“Remember the rules. You can’t climax without permission.”

He pulled up a chair then turned on the vibrator. Bianca’s muffled moans filled the kitchen. Her eyes begged him for permission but he just sat and watched. Her thighs twitched uncontrollably. Her moan was throaty and guttural from her trying to contain herself. Right before she let herself go and climaxed on the thick long vibrator, Master turned it off.

He shook his head no. Tears streamed steadily from Bianca’s eyes. She almost began to sob but Master never moved from his seat. He kept her at the cusp of satisfaction.

The First Kiss

My lips were numb and I could barely breathe. Whenever we kissed, I felt intoxicated. I wanted more. I needed more.

His kiss sucked the air directly from my lungs. When our lips parted ways, he bit down until tears welled in my eyes. His kiss felt like love so I bit him back. I was ready for love.

Then he’d trail his lips from my full bottom lip to my chin and from my chin to my neck. My pussy ached in a literal sense. My inner walls contracted and salivated.

His fingers danced to the meeting of my thighs and skipped around my clit. He kissed me again. Tiny bubbles filled my airway. My breaths would become shallow. My mind would race until I was dizzy.

This unmistakable lust had eluded me until this moment. A stolen moment.

A single stolen moment would become two and then three until each stolen moment was declared the last of its kind.

image credit: stefan kuhn

3 AM RAMBLINGS & Indistinct Dreams

So I’m going to write everything until something makes sense. I read this tweet from someone that said something along the lines of “Pay attention to who comes to get you when you retreat inside of yourself.” There’s no one here.

3 AM RAMBLINGS & Indistinct Dreams

Self conscious and self aware are not the same and I happened to become both at once. I recognized that I needed to work on myself to find inner peace. I’d spent the first five years of motherhood learning that despite knowing who you are as a woman, your identity changes when you become a mother. It’s now year six and I still don’t know who “she” is.

I am a woman first because being a woman allows me to feel human. The woman I imagine myself to be knows how to cope with the white noise. As a mom, I feel overwhelmed, lonely, neurotic. As a mom, I should have all the cures and answers my children ask of me but I feel as though I’m coming up short; with empty hands.

My old friend battles anxiety and depression. I was her crutch. Imagine using a broken crutch. When I saw that I needed to pull away to be repaired, I tried but was discarded in the process so fuck her.

I have a friend who is negative. The world is negative. Imagine listening to a broken record. Even a broken clock is right twice a day so I keep her bc she keeps me.

I had a friend who lived in an old shoe. It turns out, we weren’t friends at all. I was her cobbler. Imagine being drained of healing properties you didn’t know you had.

3 AM RAMBLINGS & Indistinct Dreams

You owe yourself your mental health. I can’t help you if I don’t help myself. No longer unable to identify those that drained my mental health, I’m ready to dig into my deeper subconscious.

Night time, maybe even dusk. Think state fair in Central Park. Able to order plates from amazon. Ordered pizza bbq chicken and other random fare. Conspiracy theorist meeting nearby. People go up a tower and don’t come down. I went up the tower before my food arrived and returned without remembering the trip. My food was covered but the random ppl that ordered with me were gone. Saw a homeless guy run further into the park. I gave chase then woke up.

I am growing. I think.

I see him everywhere in everything. I wish I was referring to my higher power but I’m referring to my lost and late love. I wonder if this will ever get any easier.

My chest hurts. I wanna cry but the strength and stubbornness in my melanin will not permit me to do so.

I need you because I trust you even though it doesn’t seem like it. Again, blame the stubbornness in my melanin.

A woman who cried often taught me that the only real emotion or relevant emotion was her anger. I don’t know how to fix it. I heard this is called Black Trauma.

I don’t want to kill myself. I have so many stories to tell and trips to take. I just want to feel better. When I breathe, I don’t want the crack in my heart to feel like it’s bleeding. I don’t want it to feel like the bricks I laid around my emotions are eroding, taking my ability to love and be empathetic away in the winds if experience.

3 AM RAMBLINGS & Indistinct Agony

I’m tired but can’t sleep. My eyes are burning but they won’t close. My brain hurts but it won’t rest. I’m trapped in a continuous REM state and the entire show is a nightmare.

January 2020, my first property will be a building. This building will be transformed into a privately funded transitional shelter for single individuals and families. At least 10 apartments to begin. Hebrews 11:1

I’m tired. I forget to pray for inner peace and when I remember, the stubbornness of a born sinner won’t allow me to follow Psalms but I think it was people like me that Jesus died for. I’m hoping this is sufficient.

I’m so tired.

I am tired.

I miss him so much. I don’t think any of my friends understand why. He loved me through the mental break downs before we understood my affliction to be a mental illness. He loved me anyway. His family loved me anyway. They even liked me despite the burden my 14 year old broken spirit arrived with.

You are among my dearest memories. When my mother was thought to be hours from death, it was you, the person I knew least who comforted me the most. It was you who kept me occupied. It was you who visited my mother when I could not. It was you who watched me cry without judgement. Thank you.

I want an ofrenda. My father had one but it wasn’t called an ofrenda. It was simply the ancestors’ room.

I’m tired.

My phone is dying.

I can’t sleep.

But I must sleep.

Still nothing makes sense but I must sleep.

Emotional Stress

This is going to be short. Bare with me for a few. I’ve been writing and not posting. I thought I was feeling better but it seems that my work is still in a dark place.

Some of you may notice, as you travel through the the site that some of my random thoughts were reposted. This was, of course, done in error.

I’ve longed for sexual freedom for quite some time but I haven’t felt confident enough to free myself. Nevertheless, even if I were confident enough to find said freedom, I’m not sure it would heal what hurts.

My words are like caged birds.

Image: urbanspiritual.com

X Marks the Spot

He watches her methodically undress in the dimly lit hotel room while he stands at the head of the bed. His shoulders are rigid and his back is erect. His rangy limbs are squarely planted on ten and two of his body.

She reaches behind her own back and unzips her long floral dress. The dress slips from her shoulders and allows it to glide to the floor. The silk pools around her feet before she sneaks a glance over her shoulder to see if his attention has been obtained. His eyes are fixed in her direction but his face is unmoved.

She returns to undressing by side-stepping from the middle of the floral fabric around her ankles, her stiletto heel briefly getting snagged in the mess. Her full, natural breasts hang like pumelos on her chest.

When she turns to look at her prospective lover again, his back has relaxed and his nimble fingers have gone to work on unzipping his pants and unbuttoning his shirt.

She turns away again to smile before sensually bending over to collect her dress from the floor. Her round behind separates ever so slightly, allowing him to see a flirtatious wink from her inner thighs.

Her heels subtly click across the floor adding to the soundtrack of scarce traffic flashing past their hotel window. A train horn sounds off in the distance. With her dress now neatly draped across the back of the rickety office chair, she’s ready to follow his remaining instructions.

Her heels click-clack to the hotel dormitory’s entrance. She uses the extra locks to secure the doorway. She looks over to him again. His button-down shirt and slacks are halved over his folded arms. The pair is separated by the bed and his tight, white boxer briefs.

She reassures him by crawling across the bed to him and taking his clothes from his arms.

“Come,” she says seductively.

She leaves his clothes on the bedside table and leans back on the bed. Her long, lean legs spread on each side. He leans over her, his lips stiffly pressing against hers. She uses her tongue to part his lips, his jaw goes slack then their lips engage in a game of cat and mouse.

Using her stilettos as leverage, she digs them into the bed, squeezes her thighs around his waist, then inches him and herself further onto the bed. She digs her teeth into his bottom lip before sucking on it to soothe the sting.

He winces a bit before striking his hand against her throat to give a gentle but stern reminder of their arrangement. Her vagina tightens with anticipation for what’s to come.

He bites her bottom lip in return, then her chin and along her jawline. Her heart skips a beat when he moves down the side of her neck, a small distance beneath her ear. His bites burn with pleasure. Her soft moans feed his flame. Her hands travel the length of his back, her ankles are now crossed delicately around his waist.

She can feel his bulge against her. Her moans plead for him to silence the aching in her most private part, her deepest secret. She uses her fingers to tickle the band of his briefs, his hands catch her wrists then pin them over her head.

Her hips gyrate on his bulge to continue beckoning his phallus, but he continues to take his time.

Coming soon…

photo credit: stefan kuhn

:Random 56:

Can we make love under the crackling thunder? The droplets of rain evaporate when they kiss our bare skin.

Master’s Masterpiece

He said he’d buy me a collar then we’d do erotic things.

I wonder what those things include.

Would he instruct me to gracefully kneel and lift my hair?

As he fixes the collar to my neck, would his rough finger tips graze the tiny goosebumps on my nape?

Before he walks around to stand in front of me, lifting my chin so he can see me

Staring into my eyes so he can see us

Clearly.

Because I am now his submissive.

A reflection of his dominance,

A result of his care,

His masterpiece.

:Random 58:

Remember when I started smoking? We smoked together. I used to spend the nights on the town and the days walking in the park before Mary Jane infiltrated my world. There were days the sun didn’t kiss my skin and nights the moon never got to meet the sun. We, instead, spent hours on the couch laughing over shotguns and zombies. We shared kisses infused with Hennessy and whiskey. Fresh herb stained our lips. What a life.