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My Arrival
2:27PM on July 01, 2011

Simple and seductive. I looked in the mirror gave myself the once over; satisfied I picked up the phone, confirmed the address, and said I was on the way!

I got in my car, adjusted the radio, and began my drive. To my surprise I wasn't at all nervous. I listened to the radio sang my heart out and checked my lip gloss periodically in the rear view.

Pulling up to the gate I picked up my phone to be allowed entrance and realized my phone had no signal and absolutely no service. Looking in my rear view I spot a T-Mobile across the street. I smiled as I put the car in reverse adjusted made a u-turn and made my way across the street.
I jumped out of the car and made my way inside stopping just inside the door. The man behind the counter stopped what he was doing and looked at me. His gazed demanded my attention made me lower my head rub my neck bit my lip and slowly bring my hands across the curves my v neck shirt didn't hide.

When I looked up he was so close I could smell his cologne he smelled good looked nice and had a voice that sent chills through me. As I handed him my phone our fingers touched I was shocked at my body's internal reactions. We walked over to the service counter he reprogrammed the phone spoke to me with that voice so deep so seductive occasionally licking his lips which looked so soft and begged to be kissed.

Realizing my original mission I thanked him and walked towards the front door; where I stopped looked back and saw him watching me smiling again he started walking my way. I lowered my head, bit my lip, smiled, looked at him, and walked out the door.

With my phone working I drove to the gate dialed the number. I mans voice was now on the other end and allowed me entrance. The voice guided me through the gate around a few turns and instructed me to where I was suppose to park.

Getting Ready
10:46PM on June 30, 2011

I remember taking a shower, shaving, making sure to use my sugar scrubs and smell goods. I wanted to make sure my skin was smooth, soft, had a slight glow and screamed touch me.

I wrapped myself in a towel and went to my closet.  I pulled out matching bra and panties; soft pink nothing too bright nothing too dark just soft and subtle...enticing. Looked for a shirt and decided on a black v-neck shirt to show off my curves with gauchos that made my ass look a little more plump and firm showing off my legs and sandals to show off my toes and their freshly done pedicure.

I couldn't decide if I needed make up. I just knew that I needed to be prepared for anything. Lip liner and lip gloss with a bronze tint, black eye liner and a bronze shimmering eye shadow once put together it was Simple and Seductive. I looked in the mirror gave myself the once over; satisfied I picked up the phone, confirmed the address, and said I was on the way!

Anxious
10:19PM on June 30, 2011

18hours 18 long hours she had to wait. She had to wait 18 hours for a layover that would only last 12. Its late no time to think...sleep. She wakes up the next morning 12hours til the lay over. 12 hours. She gets dressed carefully deciding on a purple dress she remembers wearing on a night when she spent a good amount of her time in a bathroom. She smiles applies lip gloss and eye liner. Sprays herself with a fragrance she hopes is remembered Grabs her purse and goes to work.  Surrounded by people and paperwork questions and obstacles she glances at the clock 8 hours. She is offered lunch and it hits her she hasn't eat. Her mind continues racing, stomach is doing flips unable to eat and unable to focus. She again looks at the clock surprised at how fast time was actually moving. 4 hours only 4 hour til the layover that will last 12. With each passing hour people started to notice an unwarranted anxiety, began to question if she was ok. Her only response was a smile, a drop of the head, slight bite of her bottom lip and a soft yes...

lol... what comes next you already know.... revisit THE DECK

Raw Serenity I
11:27PM on July 27, 2009

I have had many things run through my head and most of them I jot down that way when I have time I can expand on them and share. Well I am going to take a different approach...today I am going to just give you my scattered thoughts RAW…


1. I yearn for human contact. I want sex. I need sex. I would go as far as saying I love sex and the way my body reacts when it craves for it still to this day surprises me. Sometimes it just seems to scream, others I find myself grinding against a pillow or my hands roaming and when I realize what I am doing all I can do is laugh and continue.


2. I want a variety of men in my life. Sounds kinda whorish doesn’t it? Well, give me a man that can do it all and I wont need so many. I sometimes want that forced orgasm...or that nice and slow build up. Maybe I just want the foreplay or someone to eat my pussy. Maybe I want the one who can show me new things or make me do all the things I say that I don’t.


3. Pussy and the men that eat it… every pussy is different-everyman may not want it the same. How do you like it? Freshly showered and shaven? Maybe neatly trimmed and pierced? Maybe you will only pleasure a woman with your mouth if she is fresh out the shower? Or maybe (just maybe) you prefer to taste her...u want to taste it before she showers…


4. Dick in general or shall I say sucking dick and how it turns me on. His moans, the rotation of his hips, the way he grabs my hair but doesn’t push on my head. The way it grows in my mouth or the challenge of taking him in my mouth ALL of him in my mouth.

The Deck
2:53PM on May 21, 2009

We had been inside for while, enjoying each other’s company. It was getting a little warm and fresh air sounded nice. Well, he thought the idea was to go outside so he could smoke and together we would enjoy the quiet of outside. I had other plans and made sure that I grabbed a blanket on the way out the door.

Once outside the air was cool, a little cooler than expected but the cool breeze felt good against my skin. Together we walked to the deck. There was some small talk as he lit his djarum and I found a place to sit on the lower ledge. I was completely lost in all that was going on. To actually have this man standing in front of me, no interruptions, no limits, and no worries it was what I wanted, what I needed, and what I was glad to have. Despite working a full day I was excited, my body was excited, wide awake, and full of sexual energy. The cool air against my skin, the scent of cloves, the recent indoor activities, and the possibility of someone seeing us on the deck all added to my excitement.

Sitting on the ledge I was watching this man smoke and I wanted him close. Time was limited and I didn’t want there to be that much space between us. I honestly cannot recall if I voiced me wanting him near or if he just sensed it. Either way I wanted him close and close he came. So close that my body tingled and gladly accepted his body heat. So close that I could feel an undeniable surge of sexual energy between him and I. Before I knew it my hands were pulling him closer and he was helping me get to what he knew I wanted. I lowered myself a little bit more and looked into the eyes of a man I craved, a man I wanted, and a man I would have.

I wanted to taste him. I wanted to kiss his most intimate places. I wanted him to know that I was willing and eager to give him the same satisfaction he had given me moments before. With my hands on his body I again look up at this man smoking his djarum and I knew that everything was just the way it was suppose to be.
I slowly kissed his manhood. Slowly licked and touched his length before I took him into my mouth. I wanted to taste every inch of him. I wanted to feel his warmth on my lips, on my tongue; I wanted to feel him grow in my mouth. I licked, sucked, and teased his manhood with my tongue. Occasionally taking him deeper into my mouth and slowly releasing him. I was enjoying the feeling of him in and out enjoying the feel of his manhood on my tongue, in my hands, and against my cheeks. My tongue swirling over, under, around his manhood wanting to make sure that every inch of him was tasted every inch of him was felt wanting to burn it into my memory. For whatever reason taking him into my mouth again and releasing him…looking up into his face seeing him look down at me, the look in his eyes in his face the sounds the lingering scent of cloves…at that very moment I knew things had just begun.

The blanket now spread across the deck and cool air blowing across my erect nipples I am laid down. The man I craved now seemed to crave me and as I looked at the star studded sky I once again felt a surge of sexual energy as his hands made contact with my body followed by his breath and the warmth of his mouth…

Power and Control
7:25PM on May 13, 2009

Power: The ability or official capacity to exercise control; authority.

Control: To exercise authoritative or dominating influence over; direct. To hold in restraint; check.

These are two issues that I have been struggling with lately; power and control. I know that for me to give up one or both it would leave me vulnerable and even what some would consider weak. Let’s back up. I am in a position of power and control every day of my life. It is a part of my everyday routine and I cannot allow that to be taken from me as it is how I make my living. But there are times when I would like to give up that power and control.

I have noticed that I have been drawn to erotica that deals with Submission and Domination. I enjoy seeing how the story unfolds. How a person who has had control over themselves and thrives over having that control in other arenas of their everyday life. Seeing how they are ‘forced’ to give up that power and control only to receive more self awareness, more pleasure, a more intense and never before experienced sexual encounter.

Why have I been drawn to erotica that deals with Submission and Domination? One would say because I want to give up the power and control. That I have power and control everyday and I need to break out of that routine. That I want to know what it feels like to no longer be the dominate force. But how can a person that has never given up that power and control do so…and do so willingly?

Even in what I have read it has never been an easy task. The person has to be primed, coaxed, persuaded, and forced to move out of one’s own way. How does one find that person who is willing to dominate, to lead, to teach, to allow you to experience something you have never experienced before? How does one allow a person to take away from you the one thing you have always had control over; one’s self? How does one trust a person to do that? How does one know when they are ready to be dominated? Does one ever know when they are ready or is that too out of one’s own control? Is that time to be decided by the person who wants to dominate and make you submit?

These questions and many more race through my mind as I continue on my journey to self discovery.

Submission: The act of submitting to the power of another; the state of being submissive or compliant; meekness.

Domination: Control or power over another or other.

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SomeThing Happened
3:05AM on May 12, 2009

Something happened. I had a long day. I was stuck in a room all day with a bunch of other people and was forced to stay in that room all day. I was told when I could go to the restroom and when I could step out of that room in order to find something to eat.

The entire day my body was screaming. My body was on fire and wanted to play. There were tingles and waves there were rushes of cool followed by hot there were goose bumps up and down my arms and I had legs that couldn’t be still for any longer than 15 hot seconds.

l day I thought about sex how and where I wanted it, whom I wanted it with what I wanted to do to them and even flash backs on times that I have had great sex. I could almost hear my own breathing and sounds that once escaped me. I could see the face of the man that brought me such pleasure. I could hear his voice, feel his touches and his mouth on mine. I was taken back to that moment in time and had to snap back into the present forgetting where I was.

All day my body screamed for attention. All day my body let me know that it was alive. And all day it let me know that it was ready to do what’s so natural, instinctual, and one would even say primal. My body didn’t want to be held it didn’t want to be caressed. My body was letting me know that it wanted to be fucked. My body wanted to be controlled, taken over, desired, craved, wanted, and taken. It wanted to be pleased, to be teased, but most importantly satisfied.

As the day drew on my body screamed even louder occasionally calming enough for me to hold a descent conversation about the weather and focus on a movie long enough to know that is an ‘honor and a privilege’ to serve on a jury. I couldn’t wait to get home I couldn’t wait to leave; I couldn’t wait to regain the control and power that I had lost by being trapped in that room.

Anyway I was able to leave the room only to have my phone die. I can’t text or make phone calls once again powerless even if only for a moment. I was able to get to a charger and realized I was at my mother’s house and my body said damnit we have unfinished business. So I took the short journey home. With each passing quarter of a mile my body screamed louder and louder. By the time I made it to my front door and behind my bedroom door I knew I needed to do something.

Wine! I poured half a glass of wine and I went for a short ‘walk.’ Though a walk and wine usually makes my body begin to whisper 2nite it did seem to have a slight calming effect; that was until I walked back into my bed room. Something had to be done.

I got comfortable candles and music was the first thing I got going upon my arrival home so that was already taken care of. The bed was cleared off and my batteries were charged and my toys wanted to be played with. Although I wanted to play and send a few naughty text messages I didn’t. I touched myself and begin to listen to the buzz from my purple bunny. The buzz was making the girly jump, caused my nipples to become so hard, and goose bumps there were goose bumps. The warm gel that I used just so I could feel it trickle over my pearl and into my own warmth, the cool air from the floor fan blowing across my thighs over my girly and back again.




I inserted the purple bunny vibrations on low rotating beads on medium. I left the bunny there no in and outs no side to side just vibrations and rotations.

Now I don’t know what happen from the time I started diddling til the time it happened. I played with the speeds changed the angles and even repositioned my body. I felt the small waves flood my body as the feeling became intense and I did not fight these waves. I welcomed them, allowed for them to consume me. The wave sometimes rushed over fast others it was slow. I did not fear these waves run from these waves nor did I allow them to escape me.

The waves came and went and between each one I would stop catch my breath and wait til I was ready to get back in the water. I did this repeatedly as my body slowly begins to quiet. After riding out three or four waves I knew I was ok. But something said catch one last one and make it last. The bunny and I went for one more ride. I couldn’t help but get lost and grind against the bunny I couldn’t help thinking back to times when a certain man brought me pleasure I couldn’t help but imagine what the next time would be like. I was losing myself I brought myself to the edge everything tingling everything hott waiting for that wave to rush through me. Only this time it did not start at my feet; always at me feet but not this time. This time my neck got really warm it moved through my chest my arms and for some reason stuck in my hands. One hand holding my little bunny friend making sure the angle was where I needed it to be, my hips grinding and my other hand in a world of its own tingling and suddenly going at the same in and out rhythm as my bunny.

I move my free hand over my chest and that was where the wave rolled. I moved my hand over my stomach and the wave followed. Not wanting to lose any of this I held it there feeling the wave grow as it rolled in my stomach. Slowly I moved my hand over my belly button hips still grinding, rabbit still vibrating and rotating, body feeling like was ready to explode. I run my hand back up my chest and it almost felt like the wave to went back up again. And without thinking at a slow even pace my free hand moved down my body the wave building and rushing down ward past my chest through my stomach behind my belly button and SPLASH!!!!!

My hand now where a bunny once was my hand trying to fight the wave; trying to push it back only it was too late. There was a flood and the gates were no longer closed. My body jerked and the waved started again backwards from my neck to my chest down my arms through my stomach and again came crashing out of me.

My hand now wett my thighs now wet and after my breathing finally slowed I realized my bed now wett…WHAT A FUCKING FEELING THAT WAS. One that I have never felt before, one that caught me off guard and sent me racing to a computer, one that has me relaxed and ready to sleep.

SPLASH!!

Something that I wish could have been captured or at least witnessed…

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Growth
10:02PM on April 10, 2009

I began a journey that I never thought would take me to the places that I have been and taught me various different things that I have learned. I remember the internet connected me to different people from different walks of life and I was enjoying my time with them. I was exploring the digital world and found my comfort zone. I was found and took in by few and that few became many. Though many have watched me on my journey only a few played an active role.

Docporno: kept an eye on me! Watched my words, my movements, paid attention to the little things and then pointed them out to me. It seems that he has been there from the beginning. He introduced me to the power of words and visual stimulation. Opened the creative flood gates though it wasn’t easy for me to see what he saw. But with the help he had from

TaQuilla:  it was just re-enforced what he said and what I knew deep down all along. She is a woman that I have kept my eyes on. I have watched her desire her passion her ability to captivate. There were many times when I was seduced by her words in chat. She would pull me into the seduction of her victim or herself and then leave me...letting my words flow and entice. Even she had help from

Mayalicious: who is a woman that allowed me into her world. Who in her own way let me know it was ok to be curious. It was ok to be excited and try new things. She too I watched I admired and listened to. This is a woman who spoke without the bullshit and told things how they were. Regardless of the harshness or reality of her words and for that I love her and

DK: who was also there letting me know that I was a special individual. That was there on my journey and allowed me express myself with his better half. A man that was comfortable with himself and his relationship. A man that was secure and unthreatened by the growth his better half was allowing me to experience.

As tempting as it is to mention those who showed me the negatives and kept throwing bullshit my way I won’t. I will keep your names hidden within my finger tips. But I want to thank u as well for allowing me the opportunity to show you that regardless of what you said or did I still came out on top. I have still grown and blossomed into something beautiful.

To those that wrapped themselves around me and kept me safe kept me watered planted seeds on top of seeds I thank you. Though I believe my journey is still just beginning and I have much more to offer and much more to learn I don’t know how many different ways I can say thank you and ask you to continue to be patient continue to watch me grow….