“Doing It”
He loved me slow,
He stroked me long,
He breathed on my neck,
He went down low,
He nibbled on my breast,
Rubbing the length of my thighs,
Grinding against me,
He looked into my eyes,
With a menacing smile,
He closed his eyes,
Moaning in my ear,
As if inside me,
Heating me up.
His tongue traveled,
From my neck,
To my chin,
Finding my lips,
Parting them,
He whispered, “ May I?”,
Speechless by the question,
I didn’t respond,
So he took his hand,
Started caressing my arm,
Exploring lower,
Stroking my beautiful island,
To the entrance of my cave,
Making entrance,
“May I?”, he asked again,
Penetrating me with his fingers,
I moan softly,
Kissing them to a muffle,
He moves them in and out of me,
Grinding my Kiki on his fingers,
He asked again,
This time before I could reply,
His fingers slide out,
He went down and gave her one more kiss,
Promising to be gentle,
And dove deep inside,
Grinding, stroking, pulling my hair,
Tasting my lips,
Sucking on his tongue,
Overcome by passion,
Creaming over and over again,
We change positions
Me on top,
Sitting up straight like a big girl,
I slide down slow,
Gripping from the inside,
I start to ride,
The fan is off in the room,
A warm breeze flows in from the window,
Swaying the curtains back and forth,
Sweat falls from my body,
Dripping on to him,
Wet and slippery,
He grabs me by the waist,
Moving down to the edge of the bed,
With his arms wrapped around my waist,
He stands up,
My back against the wall,
He digs deep inside me,
Overwhelmed by his stroke,
These thighs began to shake,
Holding me close,
Wearing a sexy smirk on his face,
He flips me over,
Hands on the bed,
Feet on the floor,
Clutching my waist,
Penetration with every inch of him,
He found my sweet spot ,
Letting me know who’s Daddy,
First me,
Then him,
In his arms, we fell asleep…!
By Kameisha Asberry
4 April 2010
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Doing It
“Doing It” He loved me slow, He stroked me long, He breathed on my neck, He went down low, He nibbled on my breast, Rubbing the length of my thighs, Grinding against me, He looked into my eyes, With a menacing smile, He closed his eyes, Moaning in my ear, As if inside me, Heating me up. His tongue traveled, From my neck, To my chin, Finding my lips, Parting them, He whispered, “ May I?”, Speechless by the question, I didn’t respond, So he took his hand, Started caressing my arm, Exploring lower, Stroking my beautiful island, To the entrance of my cave, Making entrance, “May I?”, he asked again, Penetrating me with his fingers, I moan softly, Kissing them to a muffle, He moves them in and out of me, Grinding my Kiki on his fingers, He asked again, This time before I could reply, His fingers slide out, He went down and gave her one more kiss, Promising to be gentle, And dove deep inside, Grinding, stroking, pulling my hair, Tasting my lips, Sucking on his tongue, Overcome by passion, Creaming over and over again, We change positions Me on top, Sitting up straight like a big girl, I slide down slow, Gripping from the inside, I start to ride, The fan is off in the room, A warm breeze flows in from the window, Swaying the curtains back and forth, Sweat falls from my body, Dripping on to him, Wet and slippery, He grabs me by the waist, Moving down to the edge of the bed, With his arms wrapped around my waist, He stands up, My back against the wall, He digs deep inside me, Overwhelmed by his stroke, These thighs began to shake, Holding me close, Wearing a sexy smirk on his face, He flips me over, Hands on the bed, Feet on the floor, Clutching my waist, Penetration with every inch of him, He found my sweet spot , Letting me know who’s Daddy, First me, Then him, In his arms, we fell asleep…! By Kameisha Asberry 4 April 2010
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Rain My Poison
“RAIN MY POISON” Rain gently tapped on my window. The moonlight illuminating the house. Rose pedals are leading the way from the front door to the bathroom. I went to Priscilla’s today, Daddy’s eyes smile as he opens the door. Let me take off this wet coat. I pull the coat down off his shoulders and lean in softly kissing his lips. I turn around and motion for him to follow. We make it to the bedroom, I stop and stand there in a sexy pose letting him admire his new favorite outfit, then move in and start undressing him. It is raining and Daddy knows there is nothing that turns me on more. The water has been running for a couple of minutes so the bathroom is steamy and hot. He holds my hand as I step in the shower. Damn, as long as we’ve been together, I still can’t focus when he’s naked. My sex button is being pressed almost making me want to be selfish. But, instead I massage his shoulders and lay my head on his back. When he is relaxed we embrace. The warm water cascades all over us. We close our eyes and indulge in the moment. He brings me back to reality by his member trying to find his way between my thighs. I spread my thighs and close them back around him. Daddy likes that, it’s our thing. He laughs then we lovingly wash each other down and leave the bathroom straight to the bed. Tonight I want to be his chocolate sundae. I allow him to handcuff me to the bed. He sets the key on the nightstand looks at me and says, “If you be a good girl, I might let you go…” He blindfolds me and the room gets quiet. I hear his footsteps leaving out and down the hall. A couple of minutes passed then I hear him sitting things on the night stand. Unaware he is leaning over me, a cool breeze tickles my belly button. He has a piece of ice in his mouth, He is blowing the cool air all over my body allowing the melting water to drip on me. He removes the ice and with his cold lips and tongue takes my breast into his mouth. Sounds of ecstasy escape from me. My lady friend wet and jumping for Daddy. He is very much aware by the arch in my back and the length of my nipples as they stand up in the air. Daddy slides his fingers to my special place. Rubbing his hands over the soft curly hair and brushing his hand past my clit repeatedly. Without warning plunging his fingers deep inside me, I thought my back would break , the way he made my body jerk. He all of a sudden isn’t touching me anymore. I am confused. Pressure rises from the bed, The room is quiet and footsteps are moving again. He has moved down to the foot of the be and is now between my thighs.. He kisses a trail back up leaning in over me Daddy removes the blind fold and with both his hands on either side of me like a pro he slides inside of me. A tear rolls down my eye. He kisses it away. My soul is on fire for this man. He kisses me deeply Showing me just how much he loved me. Working me until I came and came and came. He wanted me to turn over and bend over the edge of the bed so he untied me. As requested, I did what Daddy wanted. He long stroked me until he was ready to explode. I went ahead and bounced it on him until he was against the wall. I spread my legs and grabbed my ankles and bounced on him some more until he exploded deep inside of me. He thought the show was over not even. I locked around him and worked him back to life laid him on the bed climbed on top. I bounced and rocked and grinded on that thang so good. Daddy had to reach up and pull me down and hold me close to stop from Cuming. I grabbed his hands from around me placed them over his head and went back to work. Every time he tried to pull away, I’d bounce harder , finally he came. I willingly lay across his chest and fell asleep with him inside of me…. By Kameisha Asberry January Tenth Two-Thousand and Ten
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Home Alone
Home Alone I tend to wake up early in the morning, Toss and turn all night, Awaiting the sun rise, Most take for granted, The love they share with another, Complaining about what they don’t do, Spreading their business, To anyone who will listen, All the while planting a seed in there heart, To hurt the one who loves them back, Not understanding the damage done, Until they wake up alone, Listening to your girlfriends Who shouldn’t have say, That has not one man, But, several, One for everyday of the week, So loose with her words, Yet her inner most desire, Is to wear your shoes, You see, Misery loves Company, Something we heard since we were girls, Never actually listening, Until we become the student, Being given the lesson, Write it out, True as can be, A hard head makes a soft ass, Became the thought consuming me, When you are sitting there, And the friend talking the most trash, Is now happily in love, Then the men come from nowhere, Flattering and paying attention, You get excited because it’s new, Come home with misplaced thoughts, Accusing your man of half stepping, That rock that was solid, Is now showing cracks, From all that, that is let in between, Not the devil, but people, Have a way of never being satisfied, Being enticed by the world, Testing your faith, Your love, Your life, Yourself as a person, Friends aren’t always friends, Men have there objective, What is real is already at home The first thing you see in the morning, The last thing you see before bed…. By Kameisha Asberry December 21, 2010
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Fire Starter
Fire Starter Home alone, Situations hectic, There’s a tingle in this place, I clamp my legs together, Rotate my hips, Still not working, It is not the same, Walking to my dresser, I slide open the drawer, Go into my little bag, And retrieve vibrating Mr. Eight, Warming oils, Romancing thoughts, No winner, No winner, It is just not the same, I gather myself, Storm off to the shower, My body is a fiend, Sex drive, extra high, Temperature is rising, Like the steam from the shower, My fingers dip down low, The feeling is not the same, Retreating against my desire, I throw my phone across the room, Take me a strong drink, Trying my best to fall asleep, Sex less a man, Is No Fun At All….! Kameisha Asberry December 19, 2010
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