So since we haven’t yet made it through the first full week of the new year, I don’t think it’s too late for me to send out this testimonial review of my 2018.
I struggled back and forth with myself about whether I would sit down and actually write out the memories I had of the past year. I feel like I felt A LOT last year and it doesn’t take much for me to feel it all again, with each recollection I unveil. But I have been really mentored and ministered to by the writings of Audre Lorde as of late and her dedication to breaking the silences have inspired me to write my truths no matter how scary, uncomfortable, or awkward. This is part of my healing process. So here goes nothing: My 2018, the good, the bad and the ugly…
One of my Facebook friends, another dopified poet, commits to her craft in a way that is so admirable. For the past year or so she has participated in a daily writing challenge, where the objective is to... write everyday, DUH! Lol
So this year I am challenging myself to join. I successfully completed the 30/30 challenge last year, writing 30 poems during the month of April, aka National Poetry Month, so this year I'm kicking it up a notch like Emeril (well several notches really).
But I'm excited. Let's see what I can produce when I give myself a little nudge. Write on poet...!
...He immediately picked up where he left off: spreading my legs a little wider, he parted the petals of my flower and stuck his tongue inside, eagerly sucking up all of the nectar that spilled out. I was bucking and jerking out of control as waves of powerful tremors surged throughout my body. But he held me steady, clutching onto my thighs, forcibly holding me in place while he continued to pleasure me with his mouth.
Suddenly he stopped and removed my legs from his shoulders.
“I thought I told you to look at me? Why is your eyes closed Miss,” he asked unsmiling.
“Ok, so you don’t want to listen to me now? Alright,” he warned, “I got something for that ass since you being so hard-headed.
"Turn over,” he commanded, that seductive glint returning to his eyes fiercer than ever.
I was too tired to protest; too worn out to say I didn’t want to play anymore. I mean damn, is there such a thing as too much pleasure? I wasn’t sure but I knew I had never been this turned on in my life! I felt like I was going to die in ecstasy!
But he had no intention of stopping. I think he was definitely trying to push the limit on how much gratification a person is equipped to handle because he was dangerously close to exceeding my pleasure threshold!
Anyway, powerless to oblige his command, he did my turning for me. Flipping me onto my stomach he lifted me up ‘til my behind was in the air and slapped both of my cheeks, sending a small tingle down my spine. Then he started rubbing on my crown jewel, wetting his fingers every so often with his saliva then returning to stroke my yoni. He expertly massaged my yoni, tenderly caressing her, his every touch deliberate, unhurried and intensely delightful. He fingered me mercilessly instructing me to breathe deeply…
What comes next? You tell me? Let's finish this finale together! What do you envision happening? Don't be shy, tell me your thoughts!
Thank you for reading!
~The Erotic Empress
Tell me, are you being seduced by these sexy samples? Let me whet your erotic appetite!
Happy Freaky Friday!
I'm kicking the intensity up a notch so hold onto your seats and read on for your erotic pleasure...