"I'd pay to read this. It's a shame that you are giving it away for free."


That comment gave me hope.

ALL MINE

http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9o62iRLrj1robiaro1_500.jpg
I had a very satisfying weekend!!!

I like a cock that is definitely there. I'm spoiled like that. But, too big can be painful. Sometimes I think guys with big cocks are too dependent on it. They don't work it well enough or don't bother to refine all the other aspects of making love. Having said that, size isn't the biggest issue, how well you work it is. My best memories don't involve size. I couldn't tell you how long or thick it was exactly. Numbers were the last thing on my mind. I can tell you how it felt sliding in and how tightly my pussy gripped it and stretched. I can remember how it felt when he hit my cervix and it felt like it would break through. How it felt when his warmth flooded over it. Or, I can share how his cock felt in my hands or between my lips, against my tongue. I can tell you whether I thought it was well shaped or not. To tell you inches, no I can't. Maybe I have a problem with visual depth perception. If you are doing me just right and I'm caught up, in my mind’s eye you are huge--it's all I see because everything else just fades away. The only thing I can say about size is when it looks apparently too small. But, if you work it right before I see it, if it was small--it never came up. I've only had one experience with a guy I felt was small. It was child like. I think it was only such a turn off because he was so buff. Something just seemed unnatural about it. And, therefore, something seemed unnatural about him and the idea of "us".

As far as writing, laying down numbers is a sign of an immature writer.

There are times when a thought just pops up and the words flow. Then like that, there is a poem. It's perfect and beautiful. It only took a few minutes. Those are the ones that seem to be the best ones for me. Then again, I get an idea and work on it...work on it... And, it never sees the light of day.

http://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=1127675&stc=1&d=1335220401

http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m26mryLYlu1r20k99o1_500.gif

Delicious

I speak four languages, one of them is dead. I really need to learn Spanish.

http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmckc3LY0u1qj21evo1_500.png

He looked out of the front window of the car, watching the rain and lost in thought. "I still have love for you," he said. "I just can't say that I'm in love with you." She on the other hand watched him, oblivious to anything else in this world. She could not remember not loving him. In spite of herself, she still did. "What does that mean? Are you 'in' love with her?" "Damn it Naomi,"...

Added 02 Mar 2013 | Category Interracial | Votes 66 | Avg Score 4.95 | Views 3,955 | 36 Comments

 What I tell you in the darkness…  That which starts in syllables  Whispers and cries  A combination of agony and ecstasy  Dream and reality When my body is wrapped around yours  Every inch of me sensitive to the feel of you  Skin on skin  The inner me open and bare  My nectar escaping  With an ever flow of satisfaction you have erupted  When the source of my glow is you  And the hum of...

Added 25 Aug 2012 | Category Love Poems | Votes 36 | Avg Score 4.97 | Views 636 | 29 Comments

Shulammite Woman ("My dear one is mine and I am [hers]" --The Bible's Song of Solomon) How can I explain that you are a wall; I cannot climb over, Not a door that I can simply step through. Nothing is simple. With you I am a gushing spring; Without you my spring is sealed. Your dark body is all my cravings. Your skin is my paradise. My thirst for you is equivalent to death. Final. My...

Added 23 Jan 2012 | Category Love Poems | Votes 40 | Avg Score 4.86 | Views 697 | 31 Comments

(Remember, this story is still in the creative stage.~ABG) “For a homosexual to even have the gall to say that they experience the same type of discrimination as a black person is ridiculous! You can even walk in a room and no one can fucking know you are gay. But let my black ass walk into a room and what do you think someone sees. They see a black girl and all the misconceptions they...

Added 10 Dec 2011 | Category Interracial | Votes 86 | Avg Score 4.97 | Views 15,803 | 37 Comments

My dark, naked body slinks down the pale surface of yours, as I fall to my knees before you. The contrast of my skin against yours is our private aphrodisiac. I lick my berry colored lips in anticipation. I work your pants down, shoving them to your ankles. Grabbing the cuffs, in a swoop I pull them off. You didn't confine yourself today, as you often do. I laugh lightly. You make every thing...

Added 22 Nov 2011 | Category Interracial | Votes 37 | Avg Score 4.83 | Views 4,267 | 29 Comments

They will say that my sheets are in need of laundry. They see stains that will glow in purple light, the DNA of a long torso divided into sections forming individual boxes of sinew, of muscle. Moving. My small hands feeling the dampness at the curve of a massive back. Moving. Always moving, touching, adrift. A patch of fine hair trailing. Much like a cobweb of truths and lies,...

Added 27 Oct 2011 | Category Love Poems | Votes 39 | Avg Score 4.86 | Views 1,438 | 27 Comments