26 December 2010


It was a cold winter and rainy day;
Outside I saw the glistering droplets of rain splashing away;
Darkness covered the atmosphere; but the rays of the street lights made everything seem so clear;
Inside were you and I reminiscing about good old times; yeeaahhh..., hot chocolate while watching the moon light shine;
Our attention towards each other radiated the room and brought such a delight that sparked an arousing thought in mind;


Standing by the window, I gently covered you with my arms and slowly undressed you with each finger tips and palms;
Sensuously.., I began to relax you with various embracing touches...; sweet liquor rushes flowing through our veins as we kept calm...
Like a teacher teaching a pupil, you then took my hand and guided them into places that felt so warm and assuring;
Feeling provoked and engulfed in flames I set in motion to cover every inch of your body with tender pecking butterfly kisses...; ooohhhhh babe...you are more than just the Mrs...

Concentrating on the less open areas of your body; in search of that tangible pulse that would particularly respond to my tongue, I lubricated the back of your neck; the circular voluptuous curves of your breast; the soft skin of your inner thighs; the back of your knees, and not to mention the most explosive part of your body--that juicy liquefied, moist, soft, and temperature throbbing strawberry;


Now excited by the sounds as we moan and groan we took to the floor; dangling your breast over my body you asked me if I wanted more;
As you placed yourself on top of me.... I felt your control for sure;
Thus to have them slightly skim the surface of my skin you proceed to tease;
Overwhelmed by the sensation of your impulsive and electrifying stimulation, I begged you not to freeze
Deliberately, but yet so slowly you started to maneuver over me;
With long catlike licks, from my forehead down to my hips, you playfully rubbed your lips along the corners and texture of my phallusss;


Such a cozy night set aside for a slow seduction that felt so right....; light dim but not too grim;
Just enough to see the contour of your curvaceous limbs;
Seeing your body so glossy and wet with precipitation; feeling your volcanic body against mine made me feel like the weather was playing tricks on me, and you were my summer rain;
The thought captured the reptilian side of my brain; rrroarrrrr.. I am feeling soo insaneee....
As our feelings got more and more mutual; the tempo and pressure of our body increased; through each stroke I caress your clit-or-us.... My sweet Isis can you feel the highness... call me Highness or better yet Osiris...My Empress...
As you caress my manly steel- stimulating the head with rhythmic movements; I placed my fingers into the core of your vaginal entrance..., right between your labia---informally known as your sexual clarence;
Oooooohhhh baby..... I can feel the riveting motion of your body as it twitches from side to side....;
Submerged in the heat of passion, a night filled with romance and seduction emerged;
The touch of our body connected together as we add the venture--off into the manifestation of our fantasy;
While undressed in only our birthday suit with nothing to hide-- I can feel the chemistry;


As the room began to spin and the heat/ temperature excel to a hundred times us... I thought I was losing my touch;
But the foreplay that brought the initial order brought me back together; now it’s time to scream bloody murder..
Your body being so tight, it manifested itself in such a world of imaginable and pleasurable disorder… we clamped onto each other so as to brighten the order;
I cannot wait to see and feel the intense passion of our position and performance;
The thought alone leads me into suspense, but i know that the action will be much more exhilarating and intense
My sweet seductive teacher----Tell me what’s next....As I touch your body and you touch mine...

Written By: Ricky Omar Mitchell

Copyright 2010.

15 December 2010


As he closes his eyes and puckered his lips… he felt you;

Searching high and low from the heavens to below … he flew only to be with you;

Thinking of ways how to get through to you; he flipped his wings from side to side; if only you knew

From East, West, North, and South he traveled worldwide;

Corner to corner he learned the avenues of your tide;
Surfing the platform of your lips he glides, with every lubricated outcome he gently takes his time;

With passion flowing so freely he dreamt of your lips touching his so vividly;

The texture of your lips feeling so exquisite: Soft, tender, plumpish, and curvaceous;

Even the lining between them reminds him of the equator that splits the heavens and earth so gracious;

One or two tongue stroke unlocks the mystery in you that he yearns to hold on to;

As you open your mouth the energy from your orifice ignites his soul;

Making him weak in his knees he begins to fold;

Lost for words he could not even speak… butter kissed; sweet bliss;

He saw his entire life flash before his clothed eyes…you he never missed;

His life nerve ending spark colors of rainbows… filled with beauty all he could think of was you…Pleasurable mist;

Feeling the compassion of affection that presses so jointly in line;

Butterfly kisses; yours and his will forever intertwine;

As you practice the perfect pout and highlight your lips so as to show them out

With lip balm and glossy prestigious products they automatically put out a shout;

It is said that you come in various forms: to name a few he can only think of you in his eyes and arms:

Seductive lips, wild lips, cherry lips, burning lips, and the curving ones that seem forever so hip;

It starts with you….


Written By: Ricky Omar Mitchell



Copyright 2010