COFFY & CREME

 

COFFY & CREME

Thinking aloud where’d I place the coffee 
Knew some had been purchased just the other day
“I’m here,” a voice demurely whispers
Turning around. . . my mouth drops to floor
Dressed in a black sheer chemise
Black FMPS adorning french-pedicured toes
Ready to genuflect and partake of my blessings
Letting my tongue sweep across my ‘tache and 'tee
Rolling her pierced tongue alongst those full glistening pink lips
Distracted, my mind wast thinking about her other pink phat lipps
Lasciviously longing to lick her from front to back & back to front
Chuckling, she caught me curling my long lizard
Shaking her finger, “Not just yet”
“Umm, you need some crème to go with this Coffy first!”
Climbing atop the breakfast bar. . .
Phewww, what a sweet ass view
No longer was she a tall drink of cocoa enriched chocolate milk
Screw that crazy Nestle’ Quik bunny
Wast no one but me having this luscious mocha’d hunnie
Slowly seductively spreading her thighs I always adore day in, day out
Slender frenched-manicured fingers trailing up her inner thighs
Needless to say. . . by now, sporting a boner through my suit’s trousers
Thinking of calling in sick for the day. . .
Fuck, this is well worth being docked 24 hours pay
Damn! Now where was I… oh yeah
Leaning back, her kitty now exposed. . .
Don’t know how much more of this I can take
Pulling back those tender wett lipps, clyt ripe and ready
Her fingers sliding up and down. . . to the left. . . to the right
Thank goodness for Mother Nature’s delectable digit’d dildos
Good googly moogly, fo sho’ she knows how to tease her man
Silent becomes nature’s morning songbird symphony
As if they were in cahoots with my cappucino’d vixen
Nothing but soft moans do I hear. . . her bountiful bosom rising up and down
Mesmerized, realizing not the drool dribblin’ unto my tie
Enthralled by dark chocolate digits dancing uponst her swollen clyt…
All I can do to fight the urge to just dive in head first
One. . . Two. . . Three. . . slides in. . . Ohhhh shytttt. . . Four!!!!
Biting my knuckles. . . MrThycke ready to bust loose his woolen prison
Tilting her head, hearing my groans. . . she continues
Standing up, pacing closer. . . my nose taking in her heady pucce perfume
Eyes locked, she purrs. . “Patience, my love, patience”
Aint’ this a bitch. . . I’m being held captive
Thinking back. . . yeah I deserve this. . . chalk up one for her
Bending over, catching her off guard with a rare devious talent
Slowly. . . Sucking. . . Salaciously. . . Slipping. . .
Tongue. . . Tackling. . . Toes. . . Tantalizingly. . . Tastee. . .
She caressing my freshly shaven dome, Murmuring “Not fair”
Ignoring her pleas to cease, run my hands alongst her sculpted calves
In betwixt abbreviated breaths, “I’m. . . Oh Gawd!!!”
Watching her bite her lip, fighting the building erotic eruption within
Losing not eye contact, sliding my serpentine monsta in & out
Turning the tables, I’m getting my Coffy & Crème if it kills me before I leave
Suddenly those taunt tawny thighs thwump’d down aboutst my neck
Her nails digging deep, trying to push-pull me simultaneously
As furiously as she seizes up, slowly her body her slumps
What a sensuous sight to behold. . .
Freshly churned pucce crème for lil’ ol’ me
To go with my morning cup of mocha Coffy
Don’t think Maxwell House ever intended this
When they penned the slogan of
“Good to the very last drop. . .”

THE TASTE OF A WOMAN

THE TASTE OF A WOMAN

He gazes. . . She standing there

Fresh out the shower she be

Couldn’t help but admire

Long been his adoration

Not one to reveal feelings

In the dark, kinky thoughts been kept

Fearing her judgement. . . but why!!

We both love cat and mouse play

The secret - domination

Yearned for in separate ways

She – via emotional

He – via the physical

Seeking other’s breaking point

Hmm, who would have winning hand

His head cocked askance, grinning

She utters nary a word

Just searching his face for clues

Say something, say anything!

How would he reveal to her,

Let alone voice what he feels

Better to voice with actions

Devil may care attitude

Walks past her nonchalantly

Hears a not so subtle “HMMPHH!!”

Turning around, what a scowl

Look of murder in her eyes

Meeting her incensed pouting

Steps in, gently grasps her hand

Soul piercing gazes exchanged

Signaling she’s at his whim

Empowered by her weakness

Knowing she could not resist

Tongue play uponst her fingers

Neglecting nary a spot

Kisses her palms, takes his time

 His tongue trails along her nails

Light tender slow caresses

Undulating side to side

Sliding alongst her soft flesh

Sensation most intriguing

Her eyes. . . ‘What are you doing’

His dart back, ‘Sshhhh, say nothing’

With their eyes locked steadfastly

Brings gingerly to his mouth

Her French-manicured fingers

Allowing her to feel the heat

Of his lips she hast long yearned

Tries to pull back from him. . . yet

Resistance proves futile

 Placing her pinkie inside 

His oral cavern of lust
The warmth inconceivable
The seductive soft raking
Of his teeth so damned heady
And those slow licks just too much
Straight up erotic torture!!

Her ring finger, his next prey
Long tongueing strokes laid down
Swirling, twirling round and round
Losing her concentration
Mustn’t give in . . . think gurl, think
Lets towel drop, distracting him
Steps back, giving him full view

Blessed with curves for dayz
Deep mocha areolas
Light tuft’d vulvic valley
Plot afoot to sway his stead
Leans back, spreading pucce lipps
Her middle finger she dipps
Then in waiting mouth she slipps

Pressing real tight to his chest
Partakes of capricious dare
Unfurling his oral beast
Sucks honeyed fingers. . . Now there!
Hmm, slight hint of pineapple
Teasing, have you more to share
Smirking - touching tongue to nose

Misses no beat, turns up heat
Picks up where last he left off
Stroking nimbly her wrist whilst
Kissing her thumb and index
Such delectable morsels
Licking them up and down

Like Good Humor Creamsicle

Emboldened, he sucks harder
Eyes closed, caught up in rapture
Soon finds her begging, cooing
Gasping, Struggling with unique
Sensations unknownst ‘til now
Tell-tale signs she’s succumbing
To this tantric tongue'd torture

Exhausted, prone on her back
Wracked by intense orgasms
Quivering, breathing shallow
These titillating techniques
She finds herself pondering
Fingers just orally fucked
Speaking in Tongues. . . Redefined

AS WE LAY

leading up to your ankles.. a kiss here, a kiss there
looking up, I see you playing with your nipples
pinching & sucking them,
squeezing them til cream oozes out
Joining in, like Romulus & Rhemus suckling their she-wolf,
I lap up your buttery breast cream
mmmmmmmm... heavenly delight
taking your hand, guiding towards your steamy lovenest
eagerly our fingers intertwine
plucking that swollen clyt, now flushed deep pink
one, two, then four fingers slide in
your back arches, tummy flattens as the pleasure intensifies
frenzied fingers plunging deeper take you close to the edge
withdrawing mine, i slip them into your mouth
you slightly murmur, amazed at your honey-like cunney cream
thyck and sweetly rich... much like you
you feel the bed slightly shake
it's only me... preparing for you a surprise
sitting gently on your stomach,
my balls nuzzling your warm pucce mound
I guide your hands... "Ooohhh!!" you exclaim
"What have we here... so soft and thick"
Lifting up, i rub my throbbing head along your moist hot lips
tongue a flicka'ing like a snake, you suck it
leaning down, i remove the silky blindfolds with my teeth
kissing your forehead whilst you swallow more
before long, your hands have me in your grasp
grabbin' my ass, pulling me closer,
inhalin' me... deepthroatin' Mr Thyck...
oouuiieeeee i wanna explode, but i hold on...
fighting the sensation of your teeth nippin' my hood
finding energy renewed,
you manage to flip me on my back
devouring my chocolate pole like it was a toostie roll
your demon tongue licking my ballz,
feeling my toes curl, trying to fight back
but it aches too good to resist...
you're grinning wickedly... knowing you have me
with hands on hips...
standing over top of me in your power stance,
juices running down your thighz
i pull myself to my kneez
whilst slowly and tortuously licking your inner thighz
nipping playfully at your throbbing woman in her boat
Like a mad man starved,
needing to satiate an unquenchable thirst, i pounce
pulling you in closer, my tongue drilling for gold...
dat creamy golden honey nectar i've been cravin'
from the moment our paths crossed
By now my face is buried deep betwixt your tight brown thighz
eating you, sucking you, licking you
yes, i feel it baby, yessss... cum to papi!!
screaming, your hands reaching to push me away
but too late my voracious vixen... You are Mine!!
gushing into my eagerly awaiting mouth you do
surprising e'en yourself... nary a drop i miss, lapping it all up
as your punani liquer oozes down b'tween your phat round cheeks
another wave hits you as I toss that delectable salad
through short shallow breaths i hear you
"No, baby, pleaz,"... gasping... "No... give me" catching breath,
"Why are you doing this to me" ... moaning
'Because I can, because it's what you want'... wry smile on my face.
By now, my ebony montsa is hungree,
craving his pulsating pussy
so wet and hott...
boiling like a hot geyser she is... ready to erupt
with no warning, he penetrates... thrusting deep
your nails digging into my chest
your brown piercing eyes glazed over,
your love canal filled to the hilt,
like i was gonna tear up your womb
ridin', and slidin' and glidin' our way to ecstasy
more extreme than we both could imagine
with those leggs pinned behind your ears
thrustin, til we bustin' a nutt
I feel your kegeling kunt a squeezin' hard
drawing me in, wanting more and more
leaning down, pressing my mouth to yours'
lettin' you taste you... tongues interwined
French kissin, savoring all your nectar
bitin' my lower lip... caught up in the throes of hott lust
you whisper ... "take me home baby, take me home"
never one to deny a lady her wish, I do
more than just fuckin' are we
frenzied, crazed souls... lost in one another,
feeding off carnal passions long denied,
your leggs wrapped 'round my waist...
puccee with python like grip,
squeezin' your black anaconda
nearly losing consciousness from my jackhammer strokes
Ohh shytt!! we both groan...
gutteral, animalistic, raw
you gushing gallons of cum
me releasing my hot seed
the smile on your face says it all
speechless, drained
drenched in the pure essence of sex sweat...
clean, clear... freshly exhilarating
as we lay...

@2008 

A VOYEUR’S VIEW

(Posed This She To Me)

What possibly couldst one be thinking you beseech

Hmmm, let me just say wicked & lusty be my thoughts

Bold and bawdy... oh lawddy, lawddy

There you be… totally lost in pure bliss

Watching you as your phat pucce thy fingers do kiss

My wickedness kicks in, not an opportunity to miss

Like a special ops commando, I goes incognegro

Sitting off to the side, taking in the glorious view

 

Unnerved by my ravenous roving eye

Thighs salaciously spreading wider

One hand caressing your stomach

 The other tweaking nipples, now full & perky

Tempting me ... Mocking me... Teasing me

Beneath your sheer black string bikini

You plunge deeper those delicate digits

Fingers continuing their vulvic voodoo dance

Drooling like a caged rabid beast

Jealous grow I of your fingers as they tease & please

Wondering why my ballz be singin’ da blues

Stepping to you, swinging dick in hand

Just barely touching your eager tongue

Then... I up and walk away

Incredulous, jaw dropping. . . thinking WTF!!

Only then did you realize hast I turned the tables

I pose to you my dear damsel this challenge 

All along wast it about the carnal power struggle

Ageless throughout human millennium

Pussy vs Penis, Cock vs Cunt

Do you suck, fuck or punt

Smiling whilst walking away

Humming Zippity do dah , Zippity day

It takes two to play

. . .takes two to play



RELISHING THE MOMENT

          

The morning light bathing her smooth mocha’d flesh

Above her he stands, watching whilst she self-pleasures herself

Long French’d fingers slipping inside sheer lacy black boyshorts

Caressing her fhat clyt, the fattest he’d ever seen

Pinching and circling, dipping one then two, three fingers inside

Lost and unawares of his presence, thrusting them in deeper & faster

Stepping closer, he kneels down, his face mere inches away

Hands on elbows, leans in and kisses her blooming pucce bud

Slightly startled as through her pannies he kiss-fucks her

The scathing sensation of the lace fabric rubbing against her swollen clyt

Coupled with his oral serpent’s slow licking proves nearly too much too soon

A trickle of coochie creme soaks her boyshort , spurring him on

Growing more ravenous, unrelenting is he; fingers trail alongst her crotch

Pulling down the silk barrier, dangling them just off her ankles

His tongue now gliding tortuously alongst her outer labia lips

Rakes gently his teeth from her pucce mound down to her puckering “starfish”

She wants to flinch, but can’t; her thycke thighs held firmly within his grasp

Ne’er before hast he done this, but doesn’t want him to stop

Eases her cum drenched digits into his eagerly awaiting mouth

Sucks them as he wast starving, one at a time, devouring ever drop of cum

Pushing her thighs up unto her bountiful pierced bosom

He plunges deep into her chocolate cheeks, spreading them wide

Rimming her, his curled tongue fucking her like a mini-dick’d vibrator

Whilst his left hand rolls her nipples, his right thumb fucks her tight wet snatch

The index and forefingers deftly pinching & squeezing her throbbing pucce bud 

Shooting bolts of ecstasy up her spine, wracking her from head to toe

Frenzied the action, taking her to an orgasmic precipice only to back off

Over and over he taunts and teases her, ‘til she begs him to stop and fuck her

Ignores her pleas, knowing she edging near the moment of  La Petit’ Mort

So aroused she explodes, almost blacking out from the orgasmic tidal wave

Showering him with a river of sweet honey-thick squirt does she

His tongue, mouth, goatee dripping wett. . . the satin linens drenched

Lying atop her, fingers intertwined, he kisses her ferociously

The taste of her upon his lips, the scent of his sex sweat filling her nostrils 

For now do they lay there content, satiated for now, relishing the moment

. . . relishing the moment

@ NOV 2011

LAIN, SLAIN & BRAIN’D

LAIN, SLAIN & BRAIN’D

Just leaning against the stairwell, lost in thought

Perusing the Sunday world news. . . fucking rebels strike again

Sigh. . . Wondering when next the call to arms will be

Toss down paper in utter frustration. Need a frickin’ drink!

Just then in you pop, having spent the day out with your gurlz

‘Oh great’ I think to myself, not bothering to hide my consternation

“I trust that look wasn’t directed at me” you comment cheerily

Throw my hands up in mock surrender

Snatching up the paper lying at the foot of the stairs

Stands there reading highlighted section; rolling your eyes

The paper balled up, thrown over your shoulder

Batting those eyelashes, “Would you like to hear about my day, Mr. KillJoy!”

Seems you’re rather perky today; I’m almost afraid to ask’ (bold-faced lie)

Goblet of wine in hand, rimmed the glass’s edge as if . . .

Must admit she is acting rather frisky. . . no telling with her crew

By now my curiosity’s piqued and I sit down upon the bottom rung

“We visited a male revue that was in town. They surprised me”

Glancing over at the grandfather clock which read 3:35 pm, ‘Huh!!?? ‘

Eyebrows arched like Mr. Spock, ‘This time of day!! Where??! When?!’

‘Let me guess, Imani and Yari, the ringleaders behind it all’

Stop myself before I start sounding like an interrogator. Well I am!

“Saw these mandingo’d dicks. . . made our mouths water and panties wett

All we could do not to reach out and rape the poor thangs”

Sssshhhhing, “I was a good gurl baby” bending over to flash me

Momentarily distracted by her “gurlz” peeking at me, she continues

“Oh yes a few of the other ladies did indulge themselves.

Making fools of themselves, sloppily slobbing and knobbing”

Chuckled to myself, always the critiquing voyeur. . . recalling a park stroll

Watched a hott couple strewn on the grass 69ing, oblivious to all

So turned on, she pulled me into the bushes and mouthfucked me right there

A mischievous grin washes over me, only imagining she and her crew

Whilst unbuttoning your blouse, “Enough about them”

Standing before me, slowly peeling off fav form-fitting skirt

Blue lacy mother-of-pearl thong’d boyshorts soon revealed. . .daymmm!!

Pearls showcasing her fhat rosy love-button peeking out

Pared down to just her LaSenza bra, panties and black FMPs - phewww!!

Pressing me back against the stairwell steps

Rubbing up against me, grabbing my crotch

Whispering, “Who says it’s just a man’s world?”

Kisses planted on my lips, tonguing me deep and hard

Pulling back, “Methinks someone needs some sexual release”

Thighs straddled, over my head comes off my polo shirt

Seizes my shorn head and rubs it between her more than ample bosom

Hands grabbing that tight derriere--squeezin’ & smackin’, you quickly sit up

Scolding me playfully. . . “No touching, just sit back and enjoy the show”

Fingers pressed to my lips, I know all too well that look

Given my marching orders, like a dutiful military man I obey

Hands behind my head, lean back and let the titillations begin

Brushing aside her locks, undoes my zipper with her teeth

To much astonishment; finds me in “combat” mode

Smirking, wast not lost on me the manner of dress adorned this morn

Hands on hips. . . “Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, someone’s being a badddd boy”

Feathery strokes uponst mine shaft, galore of oral caresses

As round and round your tongue doth swirl

Delicate deftness of infinite lightness her touch

Delivering tantric torturous teases of “brainy”bliss

Daymmm, too premature a moment to make my toes curl

Eye-contact maintained throughout. . . unnervingly erotic

Lingering around the vaunted hood so adored

Like an artiste painting a canvas, so too your tongue brushes me

Sucking. . . Blowing. . . Licking. . . Nipping. . .

Subtle gentle raking of teeth up and down

Blood rush from the big head to the little head overwhelming

Every engorged vein a track to utter sensual sensitivity

Standing proud, rendering a thick stiff salute

Eager mouth engulfing shaft and jizz-swollen ballz

Swordstick swallowers got nothing on you, milady

Head skillz rivaling a hummingbird deepthroatin’ its fav trumpet honeysuckle

My man-nectar coats dem delicious lips, the savoring of it eliciting throaty moans

Oft wondered who derived gratification more from these brain-storms. . . You or I

Hell!! It matters little, for insatiable oral addicts we both do be

Consumed by this chocolate high, saw it in those ravenous baby browne eyes

Feel it in my flesh. . .nails piercing, evidence of a mini-gasm wracking you

More aggressive became you, sweeping me up like a Cat-5 tsunami going out to sea

Wreaking carnal havoc, damned near mumbling and passing out

Deep inside my soul’s been breached . . . got me sucking air through my teeth

Fought the urge to grab your head and mouth-fuckingly gag you

Too late. . I shudder, erupting like a violent volcano. . . spewing man-magma

River of nutt-milk salaciously lapped up, swallowed. . . missing nothing

Wicked sparkle in your eyes. . . lain, slain and brain’d have been I

Yes . . . Lain, Slain & Brain’d

9 Feb 2012 @





THE BOARDROOM

THE BOARDROOM

Behind boardroom doors, a ruthless pitbull his reputation

Dealing death to many an intern’s, e’en senior execs’ careers

The Professor they called him in ushered water cooler whispers

Nare a word need be uttered, mere silence did his bidding

Cold stare, oft piercing when he suspected incompetence

Many attributed it to his wild unencumbered military tours

Wast said he once disemboweled an enemy combatant for shits & grins

And then ate his beating heart. . . an ancient tribal ritual of first blood

Were they to see him now, unimaginable would be their reactions

Her French pedicured delicate delectable delights

Encased in six-inch sleek black Christian Louboutin’s

On his back, stilettoed toes pressed uponst his chest

Just inches from his mouth, tongue a now salivating

Sensing his arousal, she bent down and coyly mouthed

“Beg me, lest I deprive you of sucking my luscious sloes”

Eyes meeting her. . .’ that the best you can offer’

Smile pursed her lips, eyes closing. . .  thinking back to their first encounter

Wintry horrible Nor’easter of 2010. . .

So fuckin’ cold... even Frosty the Snowman broke out a parka

Their paths crossed twice, no thrice, that fateful night

When their limos pulled up, again at the Executive Lounge, and . . .

She underestimated severely his sardonic nonplus demeanor

His disarming smile proved just that. . . very disarming

Guided step by step how and what she would do to him

With hands roundst her waist, tongue kissed her ears

Whispered naughty haughty commands of lust

Soon had her walking round in dominatrix mode,

Though she hadn’t a frigging clue how or why she relished this sensation

At first she found it somewhat reviling, yet she couldn’t resist

As if he had tapped into a deep dark secret yearning to be unveiled

Revealing a chasm of sexual paradigms she kept hidden

Here was this man, a carnal chameleon if you will, gotz her all twisted inside

Mumbling beneath her breath, “You’re a fucking freak!!’ 

Retorted he with the iciest of glares, ‘Takes one to know one’

Pinned against the wall, her knees in his chest, stilettoes in his crotch

Feeling his erection pulsate through her heels. . . how was this possible

Through those black steely eyes he whispered, ‘Power Corrupts’

Neck flung sideways, exposed to long nimble fingers seductively stroking her

Brushing her bangs aside, ‘You want, nay crave this. I know it. You know it’

At any moment his fangs she expected him to bare and bite down

 ‘You love domination.  Saw it in how you treated your staff like shyt!!

Such brazenness; cockiness bordering on pure straight de’ arrogance

Breaking free of his grasp; yet so easily the bond was broken she wondered

‘Because I permit it so.’ He licked her lips in defiance, issuing a dare

Walking over to the sliding balcony bay windows, his back to her

His words reverberated like a sexual shockwave o’ver her psyche

Numbing at first, then releasing a flood of uncontrollable emotions

‘Now come hither and do my bidding, M’lady

Let me lick betwixt those lovely toes, tongue toss dem to and fro’

The nasty sluttish way he barked his demands

Had her wanting to peel off her pannies immediately

His casting chilly glance aside waved her off

With clarity her role she fully comprehended

Driving harder & deeper her Christian Louboutin stilettoes

He flinched not, his poker face painting no emotions

Yet once in his mouth, his talented tongue fucked her delicious digits    

She peered down, the only telling evidence from his body

Was his bulbous head glistening with pre-cum

Reaching between her thighs, she fingerfucked herself silly

Bringing them both to their own hedonistic frenzied orgasms

Indeed, “Power Corrupts”