Don't Play With Strangers.

I hit the wall hard. I didn't mind in this case. I peeled off the blue and purple button-down shirt that covered his strong arms. He hoisted my right leg around his waist as our tongues intertwined with one another. I could taste the chocolate mint he had after dinner. He gripped my ass firmly as I pulled the string to the bustier the adorned my body. My perky, round, breast sat straight up. "Damn! They look so good. Can I taste em?", He said. I rolled my eyes and threw my head back. His tongue flicked at my gumdrop sized nipples and I jolted with pleasure.  He sucked my breasts as if he were an infant yearning for milk. I enjoyed every minute of it. The black satin panties that I had on were certainly drenched. My clit throbbed with sheer and utter pleasure. It had been a while since I had been with a man. After the break up with my lover, Trishelle, I had decided that this time I was goin to give men another shot. So far, I was very pleased with my decision. I arched my back and felt his manhood brush against my pearl. I came instantly.  Damn! This brotha was definitely packin somethin that I wanted to try. I like his ear and he gave a low moan. Clearly I had found his spot. Time to go to work. Grinding my pussy on his tool while suckin on his neck I felt his knees begin to quake. I planted tapped him two times on the chest, a signal to put me down. He obeyed with my command. Seductively I walked to my bedroom. He followed like a puppy on my heels. He gripped my waist with his gigantic hands. Tilting my head back, I pressed my butt against him. My chocha got even wetter. I turned us both around and pushed him back onto my bed. Slowly he eased his way to the head and layed back as he anticipated my next move. With the remote I turned on the cd player. "Can you handle it, if I go there baby with you" belted from the surround sound speakers. Slowly I started to dance. His eyes lit up. He sat up a litttle and position the pillows to comfortably support him. First, off came the Chanel skirt the hugged my hour glass frame. I could tell he enjoyed the sight because he wore the smile of a kid at Disneyland for the first time. I strutted over to my dresser and grabbed the lighter to light the candles. When I finished lighting all the candles I reassumed my position at the foot of the bed. Usher's Making Love came on next and I started to perform. I bent over giving him a clear view of my pretty pussy from the back. While bent over I wiggled my ass from side to side as if I worked at starts. He took a seat on the edge of the bed as I continued workin the room. Squeezing my own titties, I licked my nipples. Tugging on the nipple ring sent a signal to my pussy and I came yet again.! He couldn't take it anymore. He grapped meby my hips and buried his face in my love tunnel. Pullin my boyshorts down with his teeth I stepped out of em. I pushed him back once again and straddled his face. Immediately his tongue found my pearl. It was like my pearl and his tongue was a magnet. Slowly gyrating my hips on his face felt so good. He was taking me to ecstasy as I rode his fae like a bike with no break. He darted his tongue in and out of my snatch causing me to jerk my body hard and throw my head back. "Aaaaaah...mmmmm...SHIT" I came all over his well trimmed goatee. He smiled as he tried to kiss me. I moved my lips. Was he serious.? Dude you just ate my pussy and you want to kiss me.? Naaaaah. He sensed where I was coming from quickly after two fail attempts. He lifted me up and i sat on his stomach. kissing, biting & licking his neck. He moaned & groaned as his hands roamed my bronze colored skin. His touch set me on fire & I was dying to feel him deep inside of my sugar walls. I was too tired so I rolled us over and let him climb on top of me. Before I had the time to brace myself he stabbed me with his flesh sword.! Penetrating me deeply and painfully. SLAP.!!! "What the fuck man.? Try again.! This time be easy or I'll slap you again." From the look on his face that slap to the face seemed to arouse him. I could have sworn I felt his member grow another two inches. Attempt number two went much better. This time my partner entered with caution until all of him was inside of me. My oh my.! Slowly he worked my walls to a rhythm that I quickly caught onto as I thrusted my hips forward. We picked up a rapid speed and it was murder I wrote. I wasn't prepared for what happened next. BAM.! BAM.! BAM.! He rammed my pussy so hard it started to ache. I tried to place my hands in between us but he put all of his weight down and crushed my wrists. BAM.! BAM.! BAM.! BAM.! BAM.! He continued to fuck me like a mad man. I began to scream out in pain. He only continued. "Mmmmmm this shit is so good. Bitch you done fucked up now.!", he grunted as he brutally beat my walls. I felt as if my pussy would bust if he continued. The pain was becoming unbareable. Tears streamed down my face. That crazy bastard licked my salty tears and thrusted even harder. I tried pushing him off of me again but this time he grabbed ahold of my hands. I cried as I tried my damnedest to get him off of me. I yelled out some more. He head butted my busting my lip. Seeing the blood must have only excited him more because he then flashed the most sinister smile I had ever seen in my laugh. I cried as my snatch box felt as if it were on fire. "Yeah.! You like that bitch.? Tell daddy you like that.!" He continued speaking to me in a deranged tone. When I wouldn't answer he wrapped one hand around my neck. Still thrusting, he began to chike the life out of me. "What have I gotten myself into.?", I thought. Just as I felt myself drift out of consciousness I heard someone kick the door in. And everything went black..............

Listen To Her Talk

Guys are quick to call women hoes, sluts, bitches, tricks, tramps, ratchets, whores, flips, and the list goes on. How can you say that.? You don't know what she's been through. You don't know what devastating trials & tribulations she's face in her lifetime. I bet if you'd listen to her talk you'd see why she acted like a bitch. Or maybe it'll become more clear as to why she sleeps around. While you think she's hoin she may be internally strggling with personal issues. Maybe she was abandoned & yearns for someone to love her & she misconstrews having sex a sign of love. Did you ever think that from the age of 6 to 14 she was molested by her mother's malicious & perverted boyfriend. Who also made her fondle her little sister. Listen to her talk. That girl that you just called a hoe is or was someone's daughter, sister, aunt, mother, or cousin. Listen to her story. Listen to her pain. Listen to her struggle, her hussle, her survival. Before you down her...listen to her talk.

Assumption Vs. Opinion

A friend of mine said "...I think bein in love is somethin we gotta figure out on our own. Anything said by anyone else seems like an assumption" I don't think that anything said by anyone else is an assumption...I believe its more of personal assumption of each person who's ever experienced or even if they haven't. Love is somethin with a definition yet still cannot be defined.

Footprints In The Sand

Footprints in the Sand

One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.

Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.

In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.

Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,

other times there was one only.

This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life,

when I was suffering from anguish,

sorrow or defeat,

I could see only one set of footprints,

so I said to the Lord,

“You promised me Lord,

that if I followed you,

you would walk with me always.

But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life

there has only been one set of footprints in the sand.

Why, when I needed you most, have you not been there for me?”

The Lord replied,

“The years when you have seen only one set of footprints,

my child, is when I carried you.”

.....one of my favorites

Dance In The Mirror

I yawn & stretch hard. Then I smile.

Turn over & to my surprise she's gone.

Check the alarmclock. 5:26 a.m. Hmmm

Where did she go.?

Another yawn & wipe the sleep from my droopy eyes.

Focus eyes.

Blink.

Focus eyes.

Blink. Rub.

Focus.

Aah, focus.!

Steamy mirror w. the infamous lip print.

There's my girl.

I can hear the shower run along w. the tune of her.

"Da da. Da da. Da da daaa ooohh."

 I lie back down & roll around in the covers.

Find it...No.

Roll.

Did I find it.? N0.

Roll.

Scoot.

Twist.

Fluff.

Sigh.

There it is...comfortability.

The sound of the shower ceases.

There's that tune again.

 "Da da. Da da. Da da daaa"

I smile to myself. Gosh how beautiful.

Though I catch only glimpses of my angel as she

dances & prances around the bathroom

humming her tune. "Da da. Da da. Da da daaa" More water..

She's so precious as she keeps her morning routine

flowing like the melody of her song.

"Da da. Da da. Da da daaa" kind of muffled now.

Talented at the least, I chuckle to myself. Brushing your teeth &

humming a melody while prances & dances

 in the bathroom mirror has got to be some sort of amazing.

Bobbing head.

"Da da. Da da. Da da daaa".

Tap fingers.

 Bobbing head.

 Smile...

That's my girl. Little does she know of the audience she has captured. Rinse...Spit...Gargle...Rinse...Spit...Aahhhhh.!

Every morning I watch her from behind. She's so cute

dancing in the nude. I pretend to be sleep as she lotions

herself with what has become my favorite scent.

Wrapped in the fluffy purple towels she picked out last week .

This is by far my favorite part of the day.

Ooooweeee.! If morning wood wasn't enough.

Those gorgeous legs slip on a pair of black lace boyshorts.

Another favorite of mine. Thank You, God for Victoria's Secret. . . And LACE.!

"Da da. Da da. Da da daaa ooooh"

You'd think she was audition for a apot in an Usher video.

Slender frame gliding across the floor.

Dancing to perfection all the while smiling at her captivating reflection.

 "Da da. Da da. Da da daaa" 6:11 a.m. Smile. "Da da. Da da. Da da daaa"

 A simple white v-neck baby tee.

Dressed with towel dryed hair.

One more kiss to the mirror & she emerges from the restroom.

Still dancing toward the bed. My heart smiles because no

matter how many times I witness her performance it never gets old.

 "Da da. Da da. Da da daaa"

she whispers in my ear as she slides under the warm white

Ralph Lauren: Polo sheets I picked out only yesterday.

Her sweet smell drives me wild. How I love when she dances in the mirror.

I think i can watch it everyday...for the rest of my life.

"Da da. Da da. Da da daaa oooohh"

& she drifts back to sleep in my arms.

Forehead kiss...smile.

"Da da. Da da. Da da daaa oooh"

 She's got a hold of me.

Love's Deceit

A favorite of mine. I was inspired to post it by my bnL Shanesha (@yourN0TLynne follow her on twitter. She's pretty dope.!)

pleasure turns to the pain

lessons learned from the strain

questions burned in my brain..

about whether love is humane

in its touch.

these thoughts are like salmon swimming upstream

in the tears of your deceit.

fighting the current hurt that kills more than is created by the chaos

of our intertwined emotions.

chaotic because the anchor of Erros' arrow has been plucked

from the vessel of my undying infatuation

separation not as simple as the distance between us

my mind no longer possessed by demons

that have been the overseers of my enslavement to your lies

the seeds of these lies rooted so deeply

they have cracked the foundation of what we once shared

allowing the faith in us i had sealed inside

to gush out like a river

ripping the image of our future together from my thoughts

as violently and as brutally as if it were a child

being taken from its mothers arms

im left surrounded in darkness

but i refuse to be swallowed by it

my lonliness like the night air

invisible to the eye

obvious to the touch

it is cold uncomfortableness

yet if i could do it all over again

id do it in the same skin im in

to lay down and let love die

just stay down and let love lie?

no, no..not i

id stay around and let love fly

even though i have seen its darkest form

deceit

nothing else could taste this warm

or feel this sweet...

-Big Rube

 


(you may remember this from the hit movie ATL starring T.I. check out big rube on def poetry jam as well)