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There Was Her


For some people “will you marry me”

Is not a virgin term that escapes from their lips.

It serves to be only the tip

Of the matter that leads to disaster

And they wonder why, you wonder if

“I love you” is just a script

That seems so easily to drip from their lips.

For some people there is no “one and only”

Forever only you will hold me

Type falsities.

Forever and always is just a trick tease

That speeds up your heartbeat

And then passes by

Just like a quick breeze.

And they wonder why, you wonder if

This love for you will also soon cease.

There is that reality that before you

There was her.

There was laughing and kissing

And lovemaking

That had his toes curling

And ears ringing

And it was her name he was singing

With praises so high.

Her shadow follows your every move

From the way you cook to the way you clean

To the words you say and

How your actions may seem

To be like hers

Or maybe nothing like hers

If it suits his mood.

This may be a good or bad thing

Depending on memories it may allude

To

Like the times he missed her so much

He could have cried

Or the way her hair fell in waves

Before it dried into

The strands of joy that would caress his face

At night

In the same bed

That he invites you to share with him.

And in the quiet moments

I get to thinking

And all the ways he used to love her, sinks in

To my brain, my heart

And I can’t stop, once I start.

He used to kiss her lips with a fever

Erased all doubt from her mind

And made her a believer

Of his words, his touches…

And the ring on her finger

A memory that still lingers

In the box that I found near the bed

Leftovers from two people unwed.

And he wonders why, I wonder if

An ending between us could occur

When I don’t have to look far to see

That before me, there was her.

(c) 2013

 

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The Taste of Lemon and Grape


 

As this summer draws to an end, others will think of bar-b-ques and poolside drinks and sand in between their toes. I will only think of him and the taste of lemon and grape popsicles melted on my tongue. I still remember when my friend first bought them for me. I did not put popsicles on my grocery list, but she told me, “you are gonna be so glad to have them on a hot summer day.” Little did I know how right she would be. Indirectly, I have her to thank for sticky sheets and sweaty thighs and satisfied smiles…as I strolled into work late with my purple tongue as a reminder of what he tasted like.

He was the grounds keeper for the apartment complex. I was the sexy, single female who liked to water the plants on my balcony with nothing but my t-shirt and panties on…and sometimes with a lucky frozen fruit bar in my mouth.

It started with a favor on how to care for my plants. It ended with the taste of lemon and grape intertwined with each breath I took and every moan I released. I sucked on the tip of a frozen treat as he sucked on my nipples…until they stood erect like brown pyramids against the sandy desert of my skin. He used his tongue to taste me from my chest down to my navel, as I used mine to lick the juice dripping down the sides of the popsicle, like it was the sweat rolling down his abs.

He buried his head in between my thighs and proceeded to do a taste test of the pussy that was spread out before him.  With the flat part of his tongue he stroked the entire length of my cleft. He sucked on my plump pussy lips till my thighs shook from the pleasure. He licked the juices flowing out of me like nectar from a flower, as I licked the melted sweetness dripping down my hands. He suckled and slurped me as if I tasted like the frozen lemon drop he finished minutes before he undressed me.

I fed him pussy with each thrust of my hip and he took in mouthful after mouthful. I tried to finish my frozen fruit bar before he finished me but I could no longer concentrate on the sticky sweetness which had melted all over my hands and mouth. He stroked my insides with his fingers as he sucked on my clit until I screamed out his name and begged him to stop.

As my pussy continued to pulsate, he kissed me with lips overworked from natural desires. He tasted of my orgasm mixed with a lemon tongue and I tasted of grape soda. His tongue was hot from my heat and I tried to cool it off with a tongue drenched in a frozen treat.

And so my summer began with the taste of lemon and grape. And in this way, it continued on… as I bought lemonade and grape frozen fruit bars,  2 and 3 boxes at a time. This past summer sure was a hot one …thank goodness for frozen popsicle treats.

Letter From the Editor: Sorry for my Absence and Sometimes Love Really Does Last a Lifetime


Hello Dear Readers,

I just wanted to let you know that I have been super busy these past few weeks with Real Life responsibilities…ugh!! So no worries, I haven’t abandoned this blog. 🙂 I have been doing Human Rights’ presentations for universities and working on a website…all with the goal of boosting my resume so that when I apply to these fellowships in NYC, I will trick them into thinking I am a qualified candidate. 🙂 I promise to return soon with more tantalizing erotic tales and more heart warming poetry.

Until then… I will leave you with some pics that always makes me believe in finding love again and with the hope that sometimes love really does last a lifetime.

You are never too old to find the the one!

This story is my favorite!! The man is 104 years old and his wife is 100 years old. They have been married for 81 years. They are very poor and he has never seen his wife in a wedding dress, so when this picture was taken, it was the first time she wore one. They were both so overwhelmed. He hugged her and said that she is still beautiful to him. 🙂

We Kissed


 

Sometimes it seems as though you always run into certain people at certain places…whether it’s at the mall, the gym, or at Wal-Mart. For me and him, it was always the gas station. It’s moments like this when I wonder about the circumstance of coincidence or if there really is a thing such as fate.

We locked eyes and I immediately smiled. We had a brief summer fling before my first year of law school and have maintained a sense of mutual respect  ever sense.

“You look good!” he said. “You look different. You colored your hair…you lost some weight…”

I just smiled and said, “yes.”

He looked the same. Tall and lean. Jet black hair. Golden skin. The prettiest turquoise eyes I’ve ever seen.

“You look happy,” he said.

“I am,” I replied.

“Good for you,” he said, with a simple nod.

We just stood there, eyeing each other and smiling…both of us carrying silly little grins. Then we both just burst out laughing. Yea…it was one of those moments. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this at ease and giddy at the same time.

“Sorry,” he said. “Damn, you just look really good. I know I just said that like 5 times, but I don’t know what else to say.”

I blushed like a school girl.

After a few seconds of stalling, he looked off to the side and somberly said, “I’m getting married next month.”

“I know,” I said. “Congratulations.”

In those 60 seconds, the mood had changed. Before anything else could be said, I asked for a hug and said that I needed to be on my way. He came over to my car and gave me one of those intimate hugs, where you can feel every muscle and every breath he takes. There was no space between his chest and mine.

“It could’ve been you,” he said. Then he kissed me on the forehead, took a deep breath, released me, and walked to his car. It was like a scene from a movie. Out of all the movie scenes in the world, why was I stuck with this sad one.

In that split second, something came over me. It was like ksoranna took over…my ego that was irrational, emotionally driven and too brazen for her own good.

“Wait!” I yelled and ran to him…straight into his arms. Not only did he accept my embrace…he lifted me up to meet his face. Our lips met and we kissed.

In the middle of the gas station…me in my late 20s…he in his mid 30s…like high school sweethearts saying good-bye…we kissed. My arms wrapped around his neck, legs wrapped around his back…his arms holding me steady…we kissed. Unaware of the stares, unaware of the heat, unaware of the time and place…we kissed. Like the memory of his lips hadn’t been absent from mine, for the last 6 years…we kissed.

As suddenly as it started, it stopped. He gently held me as I rested my head in the crook of his neck, one last time. The look on his face, once he released me…was it anguish, regret, guilt??

“Do me a favor,” he stated. “Please delete me from your Facebook and erase my number.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Because I can’t bear to do it and you are stronger than me,” he said.

A few seconds later…the exchange of “good-byes” and “take cares.” I knew that the next time I saw him, if I even would see him again, he would be a married man.

I drove off. “It could’ve have been you” repeated over and over in my head. I don’t know what I felt. It wasn’t guilt…it wasn’t even sadness. More like that dreadful acceptance that everyone else around me was moving on and starting new lives and new families…while I was still stuck in park.

I pulled my car over to the side of the road and like another sad movie scene, I put my head in my hands and cried.

Every Hot Shower Should Come with Steamy Sex (Part 2)



J carries me into the bedroom and places me on the bed, still wrapped up like a sushi roll. My hair, still wet, is cascading down my back and leaving little round water stains on the covers.

“Will you lotion me up?” I ask.

“Do you want me to do your legs, arms, back or all over?”

“Well since you gave me that option, I’m gonna have to go with all over. And you know what I mean when I say all over.”

He laughs and says, “No, I have no idea what you mean by all over.”

He starts leaning into me, his presence forcing me to lay down on the bed. He places his hands on my leg and uses his fingers to gently graze me.

“You want me to lotion up here?” he asks while trailing his hands up my leg…then higher on my thigh.

I silently nod, my eyes already hooded, my body already anticipating.

“What about here?” J asks, while kissing my collarbone, slowly…gently. Then his tongue traces the outline of my shoulders. Damn, his lips feel so good. Every spot he kisses…licks…feels like it’s been hit with fireworks.

He takes his lips off of my shoulders and looks down at me. I know that if we start kissing…we will have to finish what we started in the shower, which means, the kitchen won’t get cleaned, emails won’t get sent, unpacking won’t get done…

He leans in and I automatically close my eyes and tilt my head up. Everything else can wait…his lips on mine are all that matter right now. His lips are not as hungry as they were earlier in the shower. He slowly brushes them against mine. I return his kiss with the same gentleness. My arms are circled around his neck. His hands are rubbing up and down my sides. We do this back and forth kissing…our lips as soft and tender as a butterfly’s grace…as if to extend the sweetness of the appetizer, before we get to the main course.

I try to fight back moans…but they rise with the beating of my heart. As if on cue, I can feel J start to harden. I wrap my legs around his back and his hands move down to grab my ass. Our kisses began to pick up the pace…our tongues tasting more urgently…our breaths getting more heavy. He starts grinding on top of me as his dick gets more and more defined…and my pussy is getting more and more moist. Our towels act as a barrier, and the friction of the terry cloth rubbing against my clit, is making me gasp and sigh in ways I can’t explain. His lips move from my lips down to my chin…down to my neck, where he flicks his tongue up and down, side to side.

“Oh, shit baby!” I love when J uses his tongue.

He doesn’t stop at my collarbone, but continues to head south. He unwraps the towel from around me and just stares at my body. I feel like I am being displayed like a piece of art and he is studying me…deciding which part of my body is the most beautiful to him. He gazes lovely at my breasts and seems to ponder, which one to enjoy first. He decides on my right breast and wraps his mouth around my taunt nipple. He suckles it, while fondling my left breast. I love the feel of his big hands on me. He uses his tongue…expertly moving it around and around my nipple, sending shivers down my spine and moans out of my mouth. He teases my nipple with his teeth as he finishes the right breast and switches over to give my left some attention. His sucking, licking, and nibbling is making me squirm uncontrollable…and I can tell he is just getting started.

He heads further south, kissing his way down, towards my belly button. And then lower still. He uses his tongue to graze the area where my legs meet my hips…and I am shuddering already…my breathing starts to stutter…I am so glad I decided to take the time to get that Brazilian wax.  I hope the sight of my smooth pussy lips entices J enough to take a bite.

He hovers for a minute over my triangle. I can feel him eying it, even with my eyes closed. I know J is still kind of shy when it comes to pleasuring my pussy with his tongue and I don’t want to pressure him into it, so I just silently try to brainwash him with my telepathic thoughts.

What the fuck…I feel a slight breeze on my bare skin. It is warm and tingly. Oh shit, J is blowing on my pussy lips…damn! OMG…he is kissing my landing strip and heading further south. OMG…is he actually going to do it?! Is he actually going to taste me….

OMG…fuuuuck!! He takes his tongue and slides it in between my pussy lips. He places his hands under my ass and lifts my lower half off of the bed as he uses his lips and tongue to devour me.

“Omigod, baby. Fuck! Damn, that feels so good!”

The only responses I get from him are more slurps of his tongue, as he flicks it up and down my pussy lips. I am tingling everywhere. My hands are all in his hair…squeezing his shoulders…and with every moan I release, he is tasting me harder and harder. It’s like I have gold in between my legs and he’s using his tongue to unlock my treasure chest. He is damn good at this…I can hardly contain myself. My body is shaking and my pussy is pulsating and I’m dripping…everywhere. So much profanity is coming out of my mouth…I feel possessed by the devil. So much pleasure is riveting from my pussy to the rest of my body, I feel like I’ve lost control of my shakes and shudders.  I am starting to feel it, but there is one more thing I need from him before he can take me over the edge. I use one hand to spread open my pussy lips wider, so his tongue can dig in even deeper…and I use my other hand to guide his head, higher up…to my happy bump. He follows my guide without any hesitation and starts sucking on my clit. His tongue and lips go into overdrive and I can no longer control my need to cum.

“Fuck, baby…I am about to cum…Please don’t stop…Just suck on my clit…Yes, right there…” Omyfuckinggoodness…my body is experiencing wave after wave of spasms. My eyes go blind and see colorful spots dancing at the same time. My hands are everywhere…clutching the bed sheets, J’s head, J’s shoulders…until I can’t take it anymore. My pussy is just pulsating and I’m soo sensitive that I have to push him away.  I’m trying to slide away from him and he grabs my legs and looks up at me.

“I never said I was done,” J says, with a greedy, hungry look in his eyes.

“Baby, I swear I can’t take it anymore.”

“Are you begging me to stop?” J asks, hardly able to believe what he was hearing. I am always ready for more. I am the one sheltering a nymph deep within my loins.

“Baby, I just came soo good, I have to catch my breath. And damn, where did you learn to eat pussy like that?!”

“You liked it?” he says with a grin.

He knows I liked it…actually I loved it. “Baby, if you eat my pussy like that every day, I swear I will clean your apartment, wash your laundry, cook every night…”

He interrupts my sentence with a kiss. He tastes of my orgasm. I open my mouth and search out his tongue with my own…wanting to do to his mouth, what he just did to my pussy. I suck on his lower lip and can taste my own desires. I can feel his shaft…so hard…up against my tender lips. He is moaning and grinding on top of me. I can tell he is ready for the main course.

“Grab my dick,” J commands. I do as I’m told and begin to stroke him. Gently, but steady… I move my hands up and down…up and down. His dick is so hard…I know he is just aching to be inside of me. I place his dick in between my legs but don’t let him inside…yet. I just want him to feel the heat coming from my core. He adjusts his weight on top of me and starts grinding his hips again. My pussy, still sensitive from being his midnight snack…instantly throbs for more.

“K, do you want me inside of you?”

“Hell yes. What are you waiting for? My pussy is so wet!”

“I didn’t hear the magic words.”

Magic words?? Oh… “Please, J…I want you so bad.”

“Beg me…” he says, still grinding his shaft against my valley.

“Please….oh gosh…please…”

I feel him take his dick and direct it into my opening. My body tenses up. I can feel the tip of his dick as he slowly starts to fill me up. Every time is like the first time between us.

“Oh, shit!!” I throw my head back and a gasp escapes from deep within.

With every stroke he is prying me open…wider and wider, plunging deeper and deeper…into my pussy. Opps…I meant my heart. Ahh…shit…fuck romance at the moment. This feels so damn good, I can’t even think straight right now. His long, thick dick is plunging deeper and deeper into my pussy…and with every thrust, I’m releasing pussy juices. I mean every centimeter of his cock is soaked. My wet ecstasy is literally seeping into his pores…and J is loving it.

TO BE CONTINUED….

 

That Thin Line


Damn it, he saw me. I’ve been avoiding his gaze for at least 2 weeks now…and I think he knows it. He somehow senses that my absence from his evening cigarette reveries… is not by accident. He invites me over and I decline and he does not push it, like he usually would. My conversation is less revealing and my body language steers me towards my own front door…instead of his. There has been a change and he wants to say something…to justify it…to correct it, but he has not done anything wrong to begin with. And I know this…and he knows this. He will not be able to bring me back to a state of openness, late night laughter, and secret whispers…and this permanence slightly dents my heart.

There are things he wants to tell me but there are questions that I refuse to ask…so for the first time in our short acquaintance, there is that awkward silence. My eyes gaze into his and I choke on my own thoughts of wondering who she was. All it took was a glance, to see that the skinny, pale, blond girl, was everything I am not…and that secretly makes me glad. As she shakes my hand, I glance down at her barely there breasts and I wonder if she knows how his eyes water and mouth begs for a glimpse of mine. I see how her pale skin has not been kissed by the sun and I wonder if she knows how he marvels at my golden tone, whether it’s under the night sky…by candlelight…or being lit by television sitcom rays. And her hair…her thin, stringy, blonde hair…it will never do, for he likes to entwine his hands in my thick, dark locks and bury his face in its scent until it lulls him to sleep.

I haven’t seen her again…but I know she will be one of many. Just like he has seen male visitors, though they are few and far between, and noted that their skin was darker than his, their girth twice his size, and their voice missing that country twang that distinguishes his. Sometimes the line between what we want right now and what we usually prefer, is as different as night and day.

He misses me, I can tell because his words give him away. He notices my early mornings, my late nights, my flowers blooming and even my wind chime, that does not chime. Its silence reflects my heart when I decided that we can no longer cross that thin line between mine and his. No more sunburn ointments, no more stormy night reassurances, no more grocery bag favors, no more bottle opener borrowings…no more going that extra mile for no other reason except for the pleasure of seeing the other pleased. The fact that I have reduced us to two pleasant strangers passing within an arm’s length away…saddens me. But this is how it must be.

Tonight, he asked if I had any more groceries and if I needed help carrying them up. Some lies have a purpose, so I lied and said no. He somehow senses that my absence from his evening cigarette reveries… is not by accident…and I just confirmed it.