DIMM

DIMM

I lie awake with thoughts from last night.
Constant visual replay of the sounds he made.
Those words we shared & the forceful way he commanded me.
Back into his room, my hands grazed the dark walls as his hands grazed mine.
Lights still off.
I can still remember that feeling of empty space as he told me to wait there.
Eyes closed i waited, I couldn’t hear anything.
My heart started to race & breathing escalated as minutes passed.
He stood there, in front of me, listening to my breathing.
I felt him reaching for my hands, as he placed them on the gift from god created to make him such a man.
He told me that he wanted a moment of silence, in peace & quiet to hear me softly breathing because he had many plans to have me lose my air within the next hour or more.
Feeling on the hard imprint in his pants & those words he just spoke to me.
I nearly lost my breath in that instance.
I started to bite my lip & took a few deep breaths to recollect myself.
I knew I was in for something this time.
I was ready to jump on him & force ourselves to his bed.
He gently grabbed my arms, pulled me closer to his body.
I could feel the warm air illuminating from his skin.
He kissed my forehead softly.
Felt hands caressing my face as he tilted my head to kiss me.
Lips soft & moist like mine.
That embrace that makes my legs weak, makes my pussy throb with persistence.
Slowly and surely I was ready for him to kidnap my body & make love to my body.
Surely times escaped me as we kissed for minutes past.
Body getting weak, I am growing moist between my legs.
Hands wrapped around each other, i slide my hands underneath his shirt.
The strength in his back, I imagined replacing & sharing ourselves in eternity.
Flesh for flesh, vertibrae for vertibrae.
He could have mine as his own.
I whispered his name, feeling as though I had just sung a full concert in his praise.
I would write a million songs for each emotion I felt for him.
He pulled his lips from my own, picked me up in his arms, walked us to his bathroom door.
He told me to keep my eyes closed & ears open.
I heard the door open & could hear the splashing of water in the shower.
I smelled the air filled with fragrances from incense & fresh water mixed with the scent of his cologne.
Soft music playing in the background, he lowered me down on his sink countertop.
Another deep kiss & my breath is taken yet again.
I follow directions as I keep my eyes closed… He tells me to open my mouth.
Hesitant, I do. Black cherries, my favorite fruit.
He knows me well.
Suddenly I smell the sweet familiar & I smile.
My favorite wine yet again, I am given a taste.
Cupcake.
Better than at dinner, with thoughts of having all of him for dessert.
He lifts my leg &slides off my heels one at a time.
I feel his hands caress my legs up to my waist.
He does not go under my skirt but he slowly lifts me with one arm & uses the other hand to gently pull my skirt off.
My heart is racing & smiling.
He chuckles as he sees that I’ve had a surprise of my own in not wearing anything beneath my skirt.
He feeds me more cherries in his process of enticing my senses.
Warm hands touch my smooth legs as I reach for his body.
I whisper to him that I wanted to kiss every part of his spirit.
He kisses me, comes extremely close to me & I can feel that imprint in his pants yet again.
It makes shivers ride my spine & I get goosebumps.
I crave him so badly.
I hear John Legend “tonight” start playing in the background as I feel him back away from me.
I imagined that he is watching me from a distance, but I couldn’t tell if there were lights on for him to see this vision that is me.
He hands me the glass of wine but I’m only wanting his body to intoxicate me.
I sip, then suddenly I feel him kissing my thighs & his locks are swaying across my skin.
I feel my blood racing & I try to keep my composure as his tongue licks silk & tattoos towards my own slice of fruit that he loves to taste.
He teases me as my breathing grows stronger.
I’m sure he has grown stronger and I want to feel, but he spreads my legs wider on his counter.
He pulls me closer to him, tells me to relax & lean back while he reaches the center of my existence.
He kisses my other set of lips softly as I am entering one realm of exstacy in his world.
Erykah Badu plays “other side of the game”
She seduces my ears as I try to listen while he serenades my body.
I am wet!
Waters wanting to flow as he quinches his thirst within me.
His tongue is creating waves inside my ocean & my breathing is building as we are creating some kind of love hurricane.
Feeling so good inside me, I forget I am holding wine in my hands & almost drop the glass.
He is eating his way to the core of me & I am losing my mind.
Gasping & caressing his head between my legs.
Pussy throbbing & on the edge of first orgasm, I try to pull away from him.
He never allows me to run, pulls me closer to his face & eats me out deeper & more complete.
Legs tingling & starting to shake effortlessly.
He hums a sweet tune while he feasts himself of me.
Countless times I’ve whispered his name & growing louder by the minute.
I want to scream his name but I imagine how many times I will before the night is over.
This man is on a mission.
I am beyond my point of pleasure & I’m yearning to feel more than just his tongue inside of me.
D’angelo “untitled”
I definitely can explain how it feels.
I tell him I want him inside of me.
He sucks the juices from my fruit slightly forcefully, I almost lose control completely.
My body has created moans that only he can force out of me.
Suddenly he stops, me losing my breath.
He comes up to embrace me with a wet kiss & I taste the joys of what he has devoured inside of me.
I hold him close & begin to undo the buttons of his shirt.
Legs caressing his, he presses himself against my vagina.
He is ready for me, as I have been for him.
I smile inside, eyes still closed.
Shirt unbuttoned, I feel his skin & kiss on him from ear to chest, licking on his collarbone.
He pleases me & I can’t wait to return the favor with my own skills.
I slide his shirt off his shoulders & it falls to the floor.
I begin to feel for his pants as we are still connecting lips.
I quickly unlatched his belt, unbutton his pants & release the zipper teeth from their integrated grips.
I push him from me, ask if i could finally open my eyes.
He says yes.
I do, & finally seeing his beautiful skin is like viewing him for the first time all over again.
He watches me watching him, breathing calm but strong.
I tell him to take his pants off.
As he does, he sees me, I see him, a work of art.
Maxwell, “this woman’s work”……. He is mine.
Standing in front of me, ready to give me all of him & me ready to take all that he has to offer.
So infatuated with his sexiness & so deeply in love with every part of his spirit.
He comes close & holds me.
Lifting me from the sink, I wrap my legs around his body.
Bodies warm with each other, I want to smell his scent all over me.
Kissing his neck, he moans as he walks us back to the dark bedroom.
He places me on his bed as he goes to put flame to a few candles.
I get up from the bed & plan my own counterattack of pleasure.
As he walks back to the bed for me, I am waiting, standing on the edge.
He meets me, giving me a kiss as I am working my hands to slide his boxers off.
Music so dimm behind the bathroom walls that the songs are as unrecognizable.
My attention goes back to him.
I push his towards the bed to lay down.
Me, climbing on top of him, he takes my shirt off, then my bra.
I watch him.
His eyes following the path that his hands are making on my skin as he’s feeling on my breasts.
Strong hands of a strong man caring for the body of a strong woman in her own nature.
We are beautiful together.
I lean to kiss him.
Lips, neck, chest.
Working my way down his body from abs, past his hard dick, further to his thighs.
Taking a minute to focus on massaging his strong legs because I know they will be putting in work overtime tonight.
He grabs a pillow for his head, relaxes his body as I take my time to begin to please him.
Working my hands over his body, I let them find their way back up to his waist.
I lean forward & kiss his strength, softly & firm.
I want to taste every inch of him.
Lips caressing his shaft & tongue massaging every throbbing vein.
I enjoy the feelings of his penis pulsating with the movement of my tongue.
The natural taste of him, his skin & his fluidity as I give him pleasures that actually turns me on.
As if I was home alone giving myself pleasure.
Listening to his breathing grow stronger & body start to tense up, I work his dick faster with my mouth.
Saliva keeping that moist feeling as if he was inside my wet pussy.
Mmmmm…..
I suck his dick until he’s harder in my mouth to the point that I can feel he may want to cum.
Whispering my name & gripping my locks as he thrusts himself deeper down my throat.
I take him all in my mouth.
Five star Foreplay that could create three hours of pleasure & sex that us two lovers are building unity as one love.
Loving the taste & I do not let him reach his breaking point.
I release him from my mouth, crawl forward to kiss him.
Reaching inside his side table drawer, I moan as he has gotten up & began to kiss the dip in my back.
From right ass cheek to the left.
He bites gently.
Then heads back down to tasting my wetness, upside down, from the back.
Makes me want to go crazy cause it feels so good.
I grab a condom & slide it down the bed by him because I know we both are ready.
I can’t wait anymore.
Ready to feel his long hard dick rubbing & pushing in me.
He puts on our protection from having children witness this explicit love session.
Multitasking while not needing to use hands to continuously get me wetter & wetter with his mouth.
He gets up & me still in the crawling position, hands & knees with him behind me.
Moments that have built up to this now arriving point in time.
We are breathing heavy but steady.
Bodies calling each other, he feels my pussy then licks his fingers.
He begins to slide himself inside me.
Throbbing tight muscles, wetness all around, he gets in with ease.
Both enjoying that warm feeling that simply having tongues could not satisfy.
He slowly thrusts his body with mine & my body is enjoying how his big dick makes my pussy feel.
Our motions together creating hard splashing waves in our ocean of love.
I escape into some new dimension of exstacy while he begins crashing into my walls.
Faster and harder he starts to go.
I start to call his name.
Soft, then louder & louder & louder.
I grip the sheets forcefully as he grabs me tightly by my waist.
My body starts shaking, first quivering then more violently.

I am waken up by him……
He looks at me strangely, then he starts to laugh with a sneaky grin.
Seems I had fallen asleep after I started reliving the adventure we had last night.
I lay there thinking……

And I can still taste his Dick In My Mouth.

-QueenSoulSista TJW©
September 23, 2012

Figure me out!

Freedom of speech, emotion, & expression.

ART!

On the body or on the canvas.

My body is my art, more than the pre-stretched canvas that the acrylic sets in.
I let the ink settle deep, not just on my surface but through the circumference of my dermis. More permanent than the epidermis……

If you dont know me, Dont persist with trying to judge this cover until you read the book.

Not one page is the same. No letter repeated.

Yes conceited, but confidence rides my bones and forever encourages me to push forward and be the difference I see myself as.

When questioned about this next tattoo… Why A Sleeve?!?!?

First of all, I am me! No questions asked, so I will do as I choose.

Second. Tattoos are my favorite display of freedom & expression of art within and on myself.

Never felt pain. Thanks to a sacred high tolerance for pain through meditation.

I have 8 tattoos, and havent really approved of letting others join in on the sight of me enduring my ink.

If you take the chance and look deep into the sleeve, you’ll see deep into me and all that I stand for. All that I live for. Art.

More will be added.

One right arm is not enough. For this life of mine. Space Martian, has no time limit. Just most chances and obligations for exploration and growth… onto my whole body.

By my hands.

Ink. Figure me out!

Scarifications on Surface

Freedom of speech, emotion, & expression.

ART!
On the body or on the canvas.

My body is my art, more than the pre-stretched canvas that the acrylic sets in.

I let the ink settle deep, not just on my surface but through the circumference of my dermis.

More permanent than the epidermis……

More people tend to judge scarifications and body modifications as sin, but from birth and early childhood years do parents pierce their childrens ears, and in other coutries are tattoos and scarifications rituals and ceremonies for youth to enter adulthood.

http://www.larskrutak.com/articles/Benin/index.html



Understanding and openmind acceptance are things that are hard for people to do without passing judgment on decisions of others. This blog link below shows different rituals and body modifications/scarifications in other regions of the world that some percieve as taboo, and others see as acceptance in religion and ancestry.

http://unusual-things.blogspot.com/2009/01/extreme-body-piercing-branding.html

If we havent known by history that Otzi the IceMan, King Tut and Buddha had stretched earlobes. These are figures that have progressed and gave life to our futures. Many Buddhist monks follow rituals by tattooing their bodies with ancient art that classifies their status in society. Through research shows that even mummies of pharoahs and egyptians had tattoos. Same as we do in society today.


Sometimes we need to ask questions and try to acknowledge other perceptions of why they do things in life and hear their explanations of what they do to their body and the meanings that these modifications carry. It may be so much more deeper than you could ever know by just looking and being critical.


Many critiques throughout society associate tattoos and other body modifications as taboo between gender. I dont understand this because in life, women deal with the most pain as far as childbirth. And is a known fact that most women have a higher tolerance for pain than men. Either way, I believe however you choose to depict your life and art through your body is BEAUTIFUL, and should be appreciated. Pain isnt forever, but spirit and soul is………..


So next time you see me, with my current 8 tattoos, and soon to be sleeved left or right arm. 4 ear piercings, 2 of which are currently being stretched. 1 nose piercing, and 1 navel ring. If you choose to pass judgment, just keep moving or take this…


….because I dont care to accept critiques and judgment from people who arent open to the free expression of others. This life is for Art and that is what I choose to live. My Body is my art. The moving Canvas. And I’m not stopping aanytime soon, as long as my body permits me to give it temporary pain, we will endulge in the gifts. I am in the rebellion! Drastic moves to be made. Lioness and Queen of all nature. Inner spirit and outer space.

-QSS

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