In a dreamer's universe

An interesting day I had today....

I started the day off by feeling horrible, again. And seeing as today had just ended I feel good another day another dollar…. not to mention I'm also horny as all hell. Decided to go to sleep getting home 1am will do that to you. The dream I had last night transcended time and space and sent me to a lover’s place. This woman is thick in the hips, lips and a body of curves that screamed to be driven on by the fiercest of drifting sports car cuninlynguists. 

I imagined myself drumming my tongue in her pussy in slow, long and constant circles. Her pussy tasted like the sweetest of watermelon glazed with honey on the whole of my tongue. As her curvaceous and exotic passion fruit gushed with excitement my tongue became glazed over with a thin layer of her sticky sweet. The more my tongue flicked and drifted on and off beat like a high hat jazz tempo. Quickly I drifted on and off her major roads of travel which all led to her all important point of interest. Like chaos theory her pussy was addicted to the erratic. But, constant motions of what was as I can describe me giving her a tour of the universe inside my head. Her body wanted more as she grabbed my locs holding on for dear life as I picked up speed making her eyes roll into the back of her head as the stars became planets and back into stars all blurs and waves of color. Her body begins to shake and converge into a tiny ball in the center of my tongue then melting away like a breath mint. Then with an unexpected and violent bang like the universe is born she becomes alive again exploding into what seems to be an infinite waterfall of falling stars and rainbows. 

Cumming hard like Katrina on New Orleans she is left in a beautifully devastated and peaceful state. Reaching a pure calming essence of what can only be described as a moment of nirvana. She gets up to get some water from her thrilling adventure I then tell her that the ride is not over and that when she comes back. She would get to see the other side of the universe in my mind. As I reveal my jet shiny black rocket that has been prepped and ready for takeoff. Maybe this time I can explore the universe inside of her.

Hands Explore Curves

All it took was a sexy smile. From then on I knew I would be in for a treat. I used my hands to explore her curves. Like a master sculptor creating he’s next masterpiece. Or the next great musician fingering he’s guitar.

These hands thoroughly expressed my intense emotions through her. Smoothing, forming and caressing her with hot accents to my liking. Delicate but rough I begin to create my next great masterpiece upon her form like an empty canvas having only my hands and my imagination as limits to all possibilities.

When we met she told that she couldn’t believe I was blind because of the way I moved. Little did she know I had memorized every detail and that even now I was memorizing her body and all of its beautiful flaws. I feel her body react and sway becoming more and more anxious as I tease her valleys and peaks with my finger tips. She gets more excited as I am just now begging to play with her body. Delicately flicking her nipples back and forth slowly like caressing petals on a flower. They feel like precious stones maybe amber or jade.

I grab her breasts forcefully and drift melodic fingertips down into her sweet nectar filled honey pot. Her back arches as the pleasure for her begins to double. As I play on her walls like a jazz beat. I make love to her body with slow, melodic, direct intention. My hands drum beats out off of pure inspiration. Like child’s play I am drifting down her curves with no fear of wrong turns.

By the pleasure and passion of my touch she has become bound by it. She moans and bites her lip the deeper and faster I play inside of her with my fingertips.  She wants and urges to grasp on to me. To wrap her legs around me in a deathly leg lock like some snake devouring its prey. But, like I said she is bound by her restraints keep her where I want her. I have only just begun to create my passionate filled masterpiece. Even though her moans and screams of delight express her want to get to the main event. Especially the way her juices are flowing out her like free flowing honey. 

I lick my fingers clean of her sweetness.

I think it is now time for this blind man to taste what my fingertips have created.

Who's the boss...?

Today is just another fucked up day at work. Being a dishwasher sucks. I hate my job and I hate dirty dishes more than anybody on the planet right now. But, like they say everybody's gotta eat and a job is a job.

Then again my job would be a whole lot easier if I didn't have to deal with that bullshit battle axe of a woman. Speak of the devil here she comes. All black heels thinking she's GOD's gift to the world wearing two sizes too small dress shirts. That look like three buttons are all that hold it together as they scream bloody murder holding her breasts together. Her hair floats in her face as she begins her usual snarling and yelling stomping around the kitchen. Yelling at the cooks for being too slow with orders and yelling at me for not being  fast enough on dishes while at the same time she brushes her ass and tits all on my back. Knowing that if I where to do anything. She'd scream and claim sexual harassment. Me as the powerful black man would look just plain guilty than this big breasted latina. What really gets under my skin the most are the slight comments she makes about my height, my intellect and my manhood. Little does she know that if I really didn't need this job. I would show her who is the real boss.
One of these days I am going to teach her a lesson that she will never forget and she will know who her master is.
More importantly she will know how to be submissive to me.....
..........A few days later.........
.......I get my chance................

"James!!!" I hear her yell at the top of her lungs like a woman who is angry at the world. An angry that she had to even call me to help her. In her mind she is queen of all she sees. She calls me again. "James!! I know you hear me come to the basement right NOW!!!" I reluctantly go downstairs.
She begins telling me things I already know. Like how we are going to get a new shipment in and how important it is for me to organize everything so that we have a place to put new stock. I'm not listening just in my mind undressing her with my eyes layer by layer tearing away her green dress shirt again 2 sizes too small. I feel the fury inside me build more and more. As I undress her and then redress her again and again in my mind. I wait for her to stop flapping her mouth. She turns around a devious grin appears on my face.

My body from then on acts on it's own. Moving fast and methodically as if I am just reliving a dream I have had. She squeals as I begin to unwrap her body like a kid on Christmas eve. Forceful and powerful buttons fly everywhere. She squeals with surprise and excitement. I tie her hands behind her back with her own shirt and stuff her tie in her mouth to keep her from screaming. She is now at my mercy.

I've been waiting for this so now I'm going to enjoy it. And take my time now that I have her exactly where I want her and I know she cant escape.

Yea...sorry about the Hiatus

What can I say...Been going through my life as I know it. Things where just real hectic that I had to just pull back. Also, I been without access to the internet for a long time. So that was the bad news good news. I have a crazy back log of posts to put out. So over the next month I'm gonna be posting like crazy.

~From a Cookie