Ambition Of A Ride Her

I could enjoy waking up to my cock in your mouth and my balls in your hands, enjoying the tips of your nails over my skin, the veins pulsing in your mouth.  I wanna see those eyes gazing into mine as you crave me, please me, so ambitiously.

Ambitiously?  You’ll be easy to please, hard from the moment I slide you in my mouth, eager and ready to shove all of your length inside my warmth.

See how ambitious that is?  Yes, I’m eager.  Eager to watch you soak my cock with your spit, pulling back just enough so I don’t come.

You want to mess up my face, don’t you?

Nah.  I want to mess up your voice.

Oh.

Yes.  I want to find ways that you can suck all this out of me, throat fuck deep into that mouth baby, lick the shaft, smack your lips on my balls; I want to run my fingers through your hair and pull on it while my cock is fully submerged in your mouth, the tip lodged in the back of your throat, holding on to your head as I fuck your mouth, you delightful fuck, making me come repeatedly.

Wow.  You want to spill that load into my mouth that bad?

Yes.

And I’ll take it.  And once I’ve had enough of sucking you, I’m going to sit this pussy up on you and feel you deep within my walls.  And you’ll be torn because you’ll want to get back into my mouth, but all it makes you do is fuck me harder because you’re so mad at your indecision, that you’ll slam up into me, making my eyes tear and pulling my hair so hard, I’ll cry out.

I’m going to want to fuck you from the front, feel those tits pressed against me.

I know.  Because I’m going to want to feel you press down on me while I run my fingers along your spine, over that curve of your behind, pull you closer into me, deeper.

I want to give you all the sensations; fuck your mouth, play with your clit, suck on your thighs and see where you give up first.  I say you’ll stop sucking, only because the kisses on your thighs would drive you up the wall and you won’t be able to concentrate on my dick.

You’re right.  I won’t.

I’m going to fasten a belt around your throat and make sure you take it all, you delicious fuck.

Jesus.  You can’t do me like this.

I can.  You’re mine to fuck and I will do you as I please.

90 Minutes

  
Ninety minutes of bliss.  Ninety minutes of  mouth and teeth and I asked him, “Will you smile for me, daddy?” and he smiled.  You know how much I love your smile.

And he kissed;  he kissed and kissed and licked and rolled his tongue and I remembered your smile;  remembered your mouth.

His hands explored and his fingers caressed and it was your hands on me, your mouth on me, your body on me.

Non-stop loving, ninety minutes worth of non-stop loving and he was insatiable, pleasing, so eager to please, so eager to get it, so eager to take it and my oh’s were his ah’s and his hands were in my thighs and his love was my breath but his voice, his voice, when he spoke it was your voice.

Ninety minutes.

Ninety minutes of thoughts of you.

Only you.

Always you.

Never you.

Acquainted

Baby you’re no good, think I fell for you, fell for you, I fell for you.


“Come with me,” he said as he took my hand.

He wanted my red lips on him.  He wanted to fill me up with him; everywhere.  I laid across the bed and stretched out over the edge.  Immediately he filled my mouth.

I opened wide and let him.

You got me putting time in, time in, nobody got me feeling this way.  You probably think I’m lying, lying, I’m used to bitches coming right away.

I looked up at him and watched his face.  I watched him as I pleased him slowly, rolling my tongue up and around and over and enjoying every satisfying sound from his throat.

You got me touching on your body.

He climbed over me and rested his body in between my legs.  One light stroke against me and he was inside, making me pull him in deeper.  I wrapped my legs around him and let him take me; short strokes, long strokes, deep strokes, light strokes.

I got you touching on your body.

“Keep that tongue inside your mouth,” he said.  “Don’t let me see it or else I’ll come.”

I bit my lip, bracing myself.  Waves and waves, rolling tides, the ultimate rush crashing over me, in between my legs, over my skin, making my eyes roll behind my head.

“Will you do this forever?  Will you fuck me till I die?  I want this forever.  Can we have this forever?”  I begged.

“Yes,” he replied. “You’ll get this forever.  As long as I’m alive, you’ll get this.”

And he spilled inside me, tongue and mouth and hands everywhere, moans of passion and hunger escaping our lips.

To say that we’re in love is dangerous, but girl, I’m so glad we’re acquainted.

The Weeknd – Acquainted

Just Come Over

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I just want to talk.

I promise not to touch you.  Better yet, I won’t even look at you.

I don’t want to risk looking up into those eyes and being reminded….

So I’ll keep my head down, my eyes low and I’ll just listen; I’ll listen to your laugh when you realize how ridiculous I’m being and I’ll listen to your sighs and your deep breathing.  But I promise I won’t get close enough to hear your breathing.  I won’t even try to inhale your scent.

I just want you near.  I just want you close; close enough to touch, but I won’t touch, I promise I won’t touch but I want you close enough to feel the sensation of this vibe we have, this thing we share.  It’s here.  It’s still here.  I know you know it.  I know you feel it.  I know you feel me.  You.  Feel.  This.

That’s why you need to just come over.  Just come with me.  I promise I won’t touch you.  I’m aching though, physically aching.  When my mind wanders and I remember…..it’s this feeling that needs fulfillment.  You know the feeling….

But I’ll behave.

I’ll keep my hands to myself and I’ll sit away from you but I want you nearby I want you close I want you here so I can see you I just want to see you I just want to hear you please baby I just have to have you here with me but I won’t look I won’t touch I won’t want I won’t I won’t I promise but my heart baby my heart just aches and it’s a horrible feeling and it’s just hurting physically hurting and I just want to be filled with you I want all of you on all of me and I want your scent and your touch and your sweat remember when you sweat baby and you were anxious so anxious and I just wanted to please you I just wanted all your pleasure and I let you have it I let you take it I gave you all of me I gave you all of me for one night baby and I’d give everything to have you push up inside me all the way until my back arches that way and I’m pushed all the way back taking all you have for me baby and hearing you tell me you’re going to come you’re going to come you’re going to….

Just come over.

I just want to talk.

Crazy

Crazy

You know the feeling….

….it’s like your eyes meet and you fall but you don’t know where you’re falling but it’s instant and every other lover that’s ever existed means nothing is nothing won’t ever be nothing compared to this right here and right now but you don’t know what this is or where it’s going or if it’ll ever happen again but you want it to happen again because those eyes and those hands and that mouth my God that mouth keeps you up at night and you lose sleep over something you have no goddamn clue about but you want to know and you are fucking bugging because every inch of your being wants you connected wants you near wants you skin to skin to this person who freaked you all the way fuck out because you don’t feel you haven’t felt you don’t want to feel but this is something it’s gotta be something for it to consume you like it is and you want to scream you want to yell because this frustration of wanting and not having and not knowing is madness and sadness and anger and you want to cry but you don’t know why you’re crying you have no reason to cry and you ask questions but you have no answers and you think you’re going crazy because all you know is their name and how your name sounds so good oh so good in their mouth and their laugh oh my God their laugh in the back of your mind and you remember it and smile and that voice you know that voice and you remember that voice and that voice resonates with every damn syllable spoken and you want to reach inside that place where that voice comes from and you just want to crawl and be inside that voice and that body and that mouth and you’re crazy you’ve gotta be crazy because these feelings are crazy and there’s no other word to describe you you’re just crazy and you fucking hate crazy but crazy is how they make you feel and fuck it all to hell you want all of this all the time but you don’t know you don’t know but you know.

You know the feeling.

If Only For One Night – Part 1

one night

“Let me hold you tight
If only for one night
Let me keep you near
To ease away your fear
It would be so nice
If only for one night

I won’t tell a soul
No one has to know
If you want to be totally discreet
I’ll be at your side
If only for one night

Your eyes say things I never hear from you
And my knees are shakin’ too
But I’m willin’ to go through
I must be crazy
Standin’ in this place
But I’m feeling no disgrace

For asking”…- Luther Vandross – “If Only For One Night.”

I wasn’t expecting to see anyone in the lobby, especially at that time of night.  I’d just walked my friend out and was on my way back into the hotel when I saw him.  He was standing there, looking down at his phone and I was half hoping he wouldn’t even notice me, not the way I was dressed in my bare feet and lounging pants and hair looking all frizzy and shit.  But the other half was hoping he would notice me; the other half was already hoping he’d…

He looked up and I swear it was like a scene straight out of a chick flick.

Hi.

Hi.

Wow.

I know. Wow.

You’re just, you’re so….

So are you…

I’m Shawn.

I’m Julia.

Julia. It’s so nice to meet you.

It’s so nice to meet you, Shawn.

So what are doing here at this time?

My girlfriend was here, she’s from out of town, and she just left to catch her flight, so I just walked her out to say goodbye. What are you doing here?

I’m actually supposed to be going home. I was just at a party.

Supposed to?

Well, yes, supposed to…

Oh.

There was a pause for a few seconds.  We just stared and smiled.  I looked down shyly and he laughed.  Then he spoke:

I’m not ready to leave.

I know.

We stood there, just smiling and watching each other again.  You could tell from looking at us that our wheels were turning, we were contemplating things in our minds. I spoke next:

I can’t take my eyes off you.

I know. I can’t either. I can’t believe you’re just standing here looking at me like this. You’re a beauty.

He was sweet.  He looked sweet.  How stupid could I be, thinking someone looked sweet?  I swear it was like that cartoon where the devil sits at one shoulder and the angel at the other shoulder, trying to tell you what to do.  All I knew was I didn’t want to never have contact with this boy again.

Listen, this is crazy, but I swear I’m not crazy and if you are crazy, then I’m even crazier but….my friend’s gone and I’ve got her room till morning. You want to, just, maybe, I don’t know, chill, hang out, have a smoke….do you even smoke?

Yeah I do actually….

Well, then, how about we just hang out and smoke and talk and no one has to leave yet?

I’d like that.

His smile made me smile.  I couldn’t stop staring.  I kept shaking my head and playing with my hands.  I wasn’t nervous, I was giddy.  I wanted this boy at my side.  I wanted to touch him and kiss his cheek and I just wanted to….love him, if only for one night…

He followed me through the corridor and into the room.  I let him in and closed the door behind him.  I offered to take his jacket and he took it off and handed it to me.  I noticed his arms and the snug shirt.  He was thin, athletically so and I got an urge to hug him.  I hung up his jacket and turned to him.  He was rubbing his hands together like he was cold, or nervous, or both.

This is crazy. You’re beautiful.

This is so crazy. And you’re beautiful. And just so you know, I swear I don’t do this. I’ve never done this. Ever.

Neither do I. But, here we are right? Both of us being crazy together.

I sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for him to sit down.  He did.  He sat down, close enough where our thighs were touching.  He didn’t move.

It was stupid and crazy and fun and just overwhelmingly romantic all at the same time.  Conversation flowed and eventually we got so comfortable that we were laying on the pillows, propping our heads up on our elbows, close enough to touch. He held my hand, I’d touch his arm, wanting always to keep the connection between us, wanting always to make sure the attraction was still there.  And two hours passed, just like that.

I reached out to touch his face, unable to resist any longer.  I wanted more. I ran my index finger along his cheekbone and he closed his eyes and welcomed my touch.

I feel so right with you. This feels so right. I don’t want this night to end. Do you feel this energy? Do you feel this between us?

I didn’t know what to say.  I felt it. I felt his warm energy and his sweet vibe and I wanted it. I wanted it to continue. I leaned over and kissed him, pressing my lips tightly to his.  His eyes softened visibly and he almost melted into me, responding more than I expected.  He moaned.  I moaned.  He laid his hand over my cheek and I was right where I needed to be.  I said:

I don’t even know you. But I want this. I want you. Let me love you. You should let me love you, just tonight…

Part 2 cont’d…

Then & Now

“I feel like I belong here, with you. I don’t want to leave.”

His smile spoke a hundred words. His eyes a hundred more.

“I can’t stop staring at you. I love your face.”

His hand around my neck, ready to embrace. My heart skipped.

“Your lips are so soft.”

My mind reeled. He wasn’t him. This wasn’t him. He couldn’t be. I couldn’t be.

“And you smell good. God you smell so good.”

Chance encounters, real connections, love affairs waiting to happen.

“I want you, I want all of you, I want to devour every part of your body.”

Smiles, kisses, glances, touches, past and present, past lingering more than the present, love and lust, infatuation and crushes.

“You even taste good.”

Groans and moans and scratches and feelings. Hard and soft and wet and convulsing.

“I don’t want to leave.”

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Rapture

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His fingers strummed my hips. I laid on the spot in his arms, that nook right below his shoulder. His lips grazed my forehead. My hand rested on his stomach, my fingers playing with the drawstring of his sweat pants. I was two glasses of wine in. He, a few beers.

I sensed the change in his breathing, proof of his arousal…

The strumming became stroking. I let my fingers glide over the fabric, gently scratching his erection on my way back up. A smile creeped my lips.

“Pull it out,” he demanded. I teased.

His hands were now rough and possessive on my skin, reaching up to grab a fistful of hair. My head was thrown back. My eyes met his; dark, hazy. That look.

I couldn’t wait. I swept down and took the length of him in my mouth, forcing as much as I could bear. My favourite sound escaped his lips.

There was no time wasted. He stood up and led me to his bedroom, forcing my body to bend over the side of his bed. He pulled my pants down with one hand, while the other wrapped around my waist.

“You ready?” He reached in between my legs. “Oh, you’re ready.”

In an instant I was filled, my whole existence succumbing to this force of his, this awareness of pleasure deep within my walls.

Fuck.

I couldn’t think, couldn’t process, couldn’t wait to feel what I’d been missing.

He moved within me, his strokes getting faster, my body matching his rhythm.

“You want this?” He pulled me up and turned me to face him. I nodded. His lips grazed my chin. I lifted my head, granting him full access. His head dipped and his tongue flicked at the skin on my throat. He knew I wanted it.

I sat down and pulled him down with me.

My hands slid down his back and over his behind, cupping the round flesh in my palms. I adjusted my position and he thrust inside me, groans of pleasure between us. He smiled down at me and I smiled up at him. That moment being the one I look forward to every time, when I know what comes next.

He pushed into me, my legs wrapping immediately around him, his mouth on my breasts and my neck and my hair and my mouth. His tongue moved in unison with his hips, pushing me slightly higher into a different state of mind.

“Who’s my man?” I said in between gasps of pleasure.

“I am. I’m your man. I’m your man and you’re about to feel…” His voice broke off as he pounded deeper, looking into my eyes as I stared intently back into his.

“Come for me,” he whispered. “Come with me.”

It was as if on command. My body responded as my legs stretched out beneath him, the waves threatening to crash inside and over and under and….

….words jumbled together: Fuck. Man. Baby. Jesus. Oh. Kiss. Fuck. Baby. Girl. Yes. Yes. Yes.

I clung to his shoulders, aware of the throbbing going on between us, the fierce madness my insides hadn’t felt in so long. I cried out, the sound stuck in my throat, tears welling in my eyes. He sensed the force that was threatening to weaken me so he pulled me close, covering my mouth with his, one hand around my neck and again commanded, “Let it go. Give it to me.” Once, twice, three times my body convulsed under his weight, relief and satisfaction apparent in my limbs, both of us trying to steady the heavy breathing.

And it ended exactly how it began. I laid on the spot in his arms…his fingers strumming…

…and his lips grazed my forehead.

Thirst For More (Thursdays)

Yum, yum
no blueberry;
after a couple of days away,
a few licks and
the feeling of a popped cherry;
we use chairs and
other household accessories as well
with the goal of uncaging
a singing Canary;
or Hummingbird
because the explosion
got her fluttering;
breathless and
muted notes,
got
the sweet taste of honey
coating the tongue,
going smoothly down my throat;
Yo…
please put on a show,
let me spark up the evo,
3D, you holding your legs by your knees;
reaching out for my extension,
that feeling tension
making it hard for you
to breathe;
take these,
150 strokes,
push, then breathe
put it all on repeat…
it ain’t like you’re going to
insist that I leave.

And here you come.

Again.

Written by Lawrence Peoples a.k.a. People’s G. Riot ©

He Said, She Said

Sweetheart…

Hey baby. I thought of you this morning. I stretched out my legs and remembered the last time you were between ‘em. I miss you.

Really baby? Was just thinking about you too. It‘s been a while since we had time to enjoy each other. Miss the taste of you.

Do you remember? I remember your lips. I can almost feel them on mine now. Your tongue probing entry, wanting to explore my mouth.

Oh, I remember. The way you playfully resist at first and then moan as my tongue meets yours, pulling you closer the deeper we kiss, my hands trailing along your spine…

….as my fingertips trail your arms, your shoulders, your back. You know how much I love that back. I just got that feeling baby.

I love the feel of your nails grazing my skin. What feeling baby? The one you get when I kiss you along your neck and bite you? Or when I grab your ass to lift you to my mouth?

Yes. That one. When you grab my ass and lift me up and bring me closer to you. And the agonizing anticipation of having your mouth there, without touching me, yet teasing. God.

I love making you feel that way baby. And when your eyes get heavy, when that feeling hits you, knowing you‘re wet and ready for me.

But yet you make me wait. You’ll kiss me everywhere but there. I want you in my mouth now. I want to slide my hands over your chest and down over that cock I love so much. You know I love it don’t you? You know I can never get enough….

Yes. I know. And I know how much I miss those lips wrapped around my cock too. The way you slowly take me in and moan while I fill your mouth. It takes everything I have not to make a mess in your mouth. I swear you torture me for making you wait.

Why do you make me wait? Come here. I want you now. I want all of that weight inside me. I want to feel the length of your hardness deep inside me

I can’t wait to penetrate you slowly, to savour your moans before shoving every inch of me into you, to feel the softness of your legs beneath me, angling you just right so I can hit your spot repeatedly.

Can you stroke it? Thrust this pussy deep inside and fuck it fast? I want all of you inside. I wanna cry out in passion and anticipation while I writhe my softness against your hardness to get mine….

….wrap those legs tight and hold on baby, I wanna make your eyes roll back with every stroke, make sure your need is satisfied, leaving your softness swollen and tender….

Oh baby. How much longer?

~ Co-written with Mark “Tearless Poet” Dews.

I’m on my way…

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