Award Tour...

I've been chosen for an award...AGAIN! :::the.kisser::: has given THIS blog some love. (She already gave me the Scrap Award for da Kaleidoscope) I love this system of spreading blogger love. Recognizing each other's talents and different views. So, kudos to my newest blogger fam.

for the kreativ blogger award i nominate:

~> Suite *one* Love
~> Krissy's One Stop Beauty Spot
~> Lust
~> My Twisted Mind
~> Black Twitterati
~> My Inner Thoughts...Mine
~> Syrup Sandwiches

here are 10 creative things about me, and 10 honest things about me

~ I can sing but am ridiculously shy
~ I deconstruct songs by instruments and harmonies...I hear something new each time
~ My dad was a DJ...so he had me jamming early!
~ My mother, sister and I sing a lot together in the house. (mom is alto, sis is 3 alto, i'm 3rd soprano)
~ I have dreams at night that, I'm in musicals and videos performing with original songs...I forget upon awakening
~ I can draw...WELL (dad is 100x better)
~ I keep colored pencils, markers, arts & crafts...it's like meditation
~ I can ACE a recipe 1st time out the gate...EVERY time
~ I never sing the same note as a song being sung...I always find the harmony
~ My favorite instrument is piano but I can't play

* Most people think I'm 10yrs younger than I am
* I'm deathly afraid of snakes
* I am OCD and wash my hands ad nauseum
* I cry very easily when I hear of others getting hurt
* I didn't orgasm during sex until I was 34 *gasp*
* Erotica isn't my first love...poetry and short stories are
* I sometimes pretend not to know as much as I do
* I talk to myself...and I answer
* If I write it...I remember it
* I'm a good impersonator of voices. lol

EFF EFF EFF YOU!

I want to EFF EFF EFF you!

I want to be your best friend. Tell me anything. Tell me what scares you, pleases you, disappoints you, makes you feel badly...how I can embed me deeply into your heart. I want to party with you, bathe with you, laugh with you, clean with you (you wax on...I'll wax off)...I want to be the one you come to before anyone because whether it infuriates you, brings you glee or brings stinging tears to the corners of your eyes...I want to be the one you think of first...even if it's me that has caused those feelings. I want to make you laugh so hard, that you accidentally on purpose pee a little. lol. That you laugh yourself into a place that only I can take you. I want to talk about nothing...nothing at all. I want to watch sports and root against your wack ass team and then be a team when the game is over (24...10...HUT). lmao

I want to love on you long time! I want to lick you up and down...til you say stop! I want to play with your body baby...make you real hot! I want to be YOUR exclusive, indoor/outdoor, do it where we wanna when the fire sparks, no one ever had it like YOU get it...freak. I want for you to push buttons I didn't know of...I want to push the ones you're scared for others to find. I want to practice Tantra and bring about tsunamis of pleasure...induced by orgasms that begin in your spirit and bust through the frame of your mind and body borders. Can we be connected in silence...still...no moving...just throbbing? You catching tune to the harmony of me and I reading the poetry of you? How about...I just want for us to meet each other's needs at least MOST of the time...and in between...

I wanna feed you. Cook the meals your mama made...but better. I want to spoon feed, hand feed, and offer you food from my lips. I want to get in the kitchen and whip something up that makes you wanna take the booty RIGHT there...in the middle of it all. ha! I want to prepare love for you on a plate, served with dedication and loyalty...a piece of peace, with some sensual sexy sweet...stirred right in.

I want to feed your mind, spirit, body...I want to feed your needs and desires...I want to feed your silly, your smart, your worker bee, your family love...I want to EFF EFF EFF YOU!

...and GOOD! ;)

Freak!

The Online Merriam-Webster Dictionary defines freak as follows...

1 a : a sudden and odd or seemingly pointless idea or turn of the mind b : a seemingly capricious action or event
2 archaic : a whimsical quality or disposition
3 : one that is markedly unusual or abnormal: as a : a person or animal having a physical oddity and appearing in a circus sideshow b slang (1) : a sexual deviate (2) : a person who uses an illicit drug c : hippie d : an atypical postage stamp usually caused by a unique defect in paper (as a
crease) or a unique event in the manufacturing process (as a speck of dirt on the plate) that does not produce a constant or systematic effect
4 a : an ardent enthusiast b : a person who is obsessed with something

Hmmmm?

I love that part of "Waiting to Exhale" when Bernie's daughter is asking her about the word freak. Cute and interesting at the same time. When I was growing up, the word freak meant 1 of 3 things. It either meant you were ugly (as in circus freak), it meant that you were nasty (as in Rick James' super freak) or it meant that you crazy. The 2nd definition is one I NEVER wanted to be called. Blame it on my affinity for words and how I've always broken them down. All I know is that in the mind of a young Kween, I could've gone my entire life without being called one. The 1st and 3rd don't apply...because well...I'm no circus freak and I damn sure ain't crazy. Well, not all the way.

Throughout my life I've heard "freak of nature", "freak accident", "neat freak", "control freak", "freak out"...which is also a hot 70's disco song, "freak-a-leak" which, um...er, uh clearly means some kind of nastiness. lol. No matter, the word freak is one that has it's good and bad connotations. But, let's be real...I brought the word about because of sex. I've had this discussion with a few friends and an ex...and I have to say...the definition is absolutely relative. See, there was a time when the word freak, as pertaining to sex meant to ME...a person who did things other than simple penetrating sex. Straight sex to me is vagina on penis action. When someone would say, "Oh that chick is a FREAK!"...I'd think in my head...oh, she sucks dick. So, in my head oral sex became a freakish act. Later on, I realized there are a LOT more "freaky" things, than some head. After a while, ANAL became freaky to me O_O...that being because compared to oral, anal sex seemed most unnatural. THEN...I got to know some really *let's call them a new name*..."sexually expressive" people who told and showed me things that made me think, damn...I'd rather being a damn freak than THIS. The fuck? What became MORE freaky than anal (a man penetrating a woman's anus for pleasure) was a man doing it to another man...or a woman using a dildo on a man...and him liking it...and her not thinking, "Is he gay?". Then, it was OFF shit...stuff that seems like some weird self-hate shit, like choking a bitch out...whipping folks with leather whips and cat o'nine tails. WHOA Sea Biscuit! WHOA Tenderfoot! Slow down damnit! I mean, I like the occasional open-handed firm, but gentle spanking applied right at the ass where the vibrations travel to the kitty...just as much as the next one...but hell nah. I have too many bad memories attached to getting my ass whooped with a belt to be bent over getting my ass reddened by a grown ass man with his dick hard off my pain. *wait...hmm* NO...NO...hell no. lol *ahem* *whistling* GEEZ! I have even seen, well...heard *lmao* of fisting...where a person basically punches a woman's vaginal canal with their fist and half of their forearm. *cringing*. WOW.

ANYWAYS...I wondered what other people viewed as "freaky" and how they have gotten over their own hang-ups and insecurities concerning sex. Would you be a submissive? A sex slave? Would you fist or be fisted? What perversity is up your alley or out of your league? The floor is open...just don't get nothing on my rug.

laid up

I SO wish that I could be laid up under you,
curled into you...
your body heat melting me slowly
I want to turn soft pecks
into deep,
long,
sensational sucks...
until...
until we're...
a puddle of melted affections
DAMN,
I want to be laid up under you...
Making your scent mine,
lathering in your lust
Bathing in your firm touch
Mold my softness
with the tips of your fingering...
while my sweetness swirls
and my explosion
begins it's lingering
Take over me...
roll into me
Hover above me
*lick*...
mmmm...
DAMN you...
I WANT to be laid up under you!
Make it so...
that...
parts of me
form to fit
parts of you
as
grips tighten
things heat
harden and throb
with painful pleasing
and you ease
my longing
with strong strokes
handling the job
blowing my mind
I, just wanna be laid up
under you
telling you
with my eyes
"right there"
biting lips
leaving marks
I wanna be laid up
legs up
you...up...all in me
laying me
finessing my walls
breasts rising to fall
moans so small
they escape into
whispered breaths
come to me...
right now...
I need to be laid...
right up under you

SO...

you think you know, huh?
*giggling wickedly*
my sweet exterior
done got you fucked up...
thinking you know
*shaking my head*
i didn't dub my SELF da kween...
i earned that title
royally fucking
with the minds of a
few kings
squires
peasants
most not worthy of a little toil and trouble
i got SKILLZ, ya heard?
nothing green about me,
but the shade of my kiwi green panties
that i rarely wear
do you think you can handle me?
let me inside your head
let me take up space
filling in each crevice
nook and crook
with a little hook
a
fool
done messed around
and called my bluff
challenged my crown
this jewel here?
i got it driving one mad
with just the scent
and he wouldn't relent
until he was bent
on knees
pleasing me
THIS precious stone?
came
and came again
off the velvet tones of
coy kink
slyly and slowly chinking
at his armor
this rock?
stands for multiple hard-ons
mentally pile-driven
until spinning
into sleepless nights
of this kween's loving whispers
i wielded my power
against men
who thought me prey
and are still praying for my throne to fall
"i hate that i love her mind...FUCK!"
too proud to beg
STILL gone off that shit
please believe...
i yielded my powers
ONLY
to the call of love
for otherwise
an army of men
might fight amongst themselves
for the mere honor
to bow to me
you don't EVEN know...

I'm home...

a hard day's work
out in the cold of the world
he comes home
near dark
looking for love from his girl
she's got this way
how she soothes his day
she's got this way...
that makes it hard to stray
he comes home weary
body bent from the strain
she's got excellent senses
so she calls his pet name
"sweetness, come here..."
she sings lyrically
he sits down beside her
she picks his brain...literally
she places his head
in the palm of her hands
strokes him
his body in her command
his day fades to black
her seduction is at full blast
eye contact
plus skills
equals man relaxed
into her...she's got him
moving in on his ache
tending to each hurt
with kisses on his face
he moans
"i'm stressed..."
she whispers "i know babe"
he moans
"i love you"
she smiles and says the same
she knows what he needs
so she supplies
his body language speaks
...her he can't deny
came in exhausted
by a day of life's shit
one touch from her
and he just won't quit
he came home looking
for love from his girl
she gave him just that
...now all's right with the world...

Extraordinary Love

They'd been friends for a while...conversing through the cybersphere and being each other's rock during trying times. It was kind of how they became so close...she needed someone to help her through a break up and he...through a rocky point in his marriage. Neither of them intending to become so intimately enmeshed in one another. For him the jealous tinges started when she started seeing someone...and though he was married, he'd become infuriated at the idea of someone else touching his Precious. For her it would be the sight of her Pride and his wife hugged up in pics online. Through it all, they loved each other...probably in a way they'd never love anyone else...unconditionally and transcendentally. In other words...with knowing each other's lives, mistakes, flaws, etc...they still loved each other without the pretense.

So, when she made a business trip to his town...it was natural for them to want to meet. They'd had so many conversations about their attraction and had gone back and forth so many times as to what the "right thing" was. Fighting their intrigue only served to further light the already all-consuming flame they shared. She'd push him away...and he'd let her...momentarily. He'd give her space, but eventually...she would come back throwing a tantrum for his attention. They were a riot, and they enjoyed their unorthodox connection. It brought a lot of light and laughter to both of their mostly chaotic lives.

They decided to meet on neutral grounds. No hotel room or otherwise private location. The hotel she was staying in for her conference was cat-a-corner to a nice diner that stayed opened 24hrs...so she'd been there in the 2 days since arriving and thought the food was good. He agreed to meet her there after a late night at work...figuring 30-40 minutes across from this extraordinary woman would be a joy he couldn't turn down. Interestingly enough, he got there first. She didn't want to make an "entrance" or anything...but, she'd forgotten her purse on the bed and had to go back to get it. Unfortunately...she'd left the hotel key there, too...so of course that meant a few extra minutes at the concierge. When she did show up...wearing a cashmere gray shrug, a black maxi dress and black wedge sandals...his breath stopped short just a little. She beamed a smile, when making eye contact and walked over to him. He stood up...6" over her and said, "You're so beautiful"...and kissed her gently on the lips. He pulled out her chair, she sat down and then he. He held her hand and looked at her. She could feel it...the moisture gathering between her thighs filling up the black see through panties she had on. He said, "Oh my God...I can't even pretend..." and before he could finish the sentence, she said,"...I want you, right now." She'd finished his sentence and before they'd had a chance to order...they left.

Almost as if meant, when they walked out to his truck...it was damn near stranded. He'd parked furthest away from the diner, but in the time since he'd done that...several cars had left him as the only truck on that side of the lot. They looked at each other and giggled a little. She thought that they'd drive to a more "secluded" area instead of going into her hotel...he could get noticed, she thought. So, she decided to get in the back so when he'd found a place they could get a little back seat nookie. Well, it never got that far. As she attempted to climb up...he ran his hand across her ass making him bulge for her. He pushed her over gently making her ask, "What in the?..." He laughed and said, "You know what this is..." With that...she just leaned over onto her stomach as he stood there in the door of the truck pulling up her long dress. When he uncovered those panties, he was DONE. He moved them over and could see in the night's light how wet her pussy was. The sweet creaminess had leaked and filled her underwear and was now dripping to her clit. Not being a wasteful man, he bent down and took it all into his mouth. She released a quiver and a moan that encouraged him to dip his tongue inside. He passed up dinner...so he might as well eat SOME thing. He sucked on her lips, tonguing her special place with a firmness that made her squeal. He decided to have salad as well, so he took turns devouring her ass and clit. After she'd come a few times in his mouth and he'd swallowed proudly...he pulled out "her" dick and slowly placed it in as she winced. His head was so fat that she came AGAIN on entry. He moved in and out and could see so much milk on his dick that it just excited him, but he wanted to take it slow. She said, "Don't...don't go slow...take your pussy baby. FUCK me, please!" That just turned him on and he couldn't restrain himself anymore. He sped up until he was fucking her fast and furiously out the side of his truck...testing suspension for about 15 minutes or more. His thickness produced thick creamy cum...what HAD to be her squirting and finally his own cum, bursting into the warmest place he'd laid his dick ever.

She laid there for a few moments...spent from the exquisite exhaustion of having been fucked the loveliest way to date. She pulled her panties back over her soreness...mentally noting to take them off and give to him. She stood up barely, looking at him as he stood against the truck beat. She kissed him long and deep, tasting her own sugar...and said, "That was extraordinary..."

After that...he went to his life...she to hers...and they both remembered a moment in time where they were with the most beautiful person they knew, continuing to be each other's friends...loving and supporting each other's lives. Now, THAT is love...