Thought of the day 5-30-08: A mini Chocolate Drop

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*To the women out there that are screamin that there aren't any good black men ... you know in your heart that you're a damn lie. There just ain't no good men that meet all your qualifications. The nigga that you need might not be six feet, with six figures, a six pack, on twenty sixes, the ones you pass by might be the one that will listen to your ass seven days a week, till seven in the morning, about the seven different problems you tryin to deal with, and he might take the time out to love you seven hundred different ways. Don't limit yourself by the ideals you idolize and measure your own value by what material things a man can provide. Open yourself up to optimism and opportunity so that the superficial doesn't suppress your chance at true love. The only difference between an ordinary person and a genius is the way they allow themselves to see things. The next time opportunity knocks be smarter than the average bear.


*This message is not addressed to women in general, just the ones to whom it is referenced, and Niggas don't think you getting off that easy... You are next on the agenda. LOL!

Freestyle Erotica

I'm OFTEN asked if my stories are from experience - I reply no and of course they don't believe me. I seriously get my inspiration from people. I was going to post an old story up but I decided I'd freestyle a bit - but with a twist. I went on a Friend's site and snatched a picture - the picture represents the story I am about to write off the top of my head - showing the world, that I can indeed freestyle :). I like the Nas of this erotica story shit! Get off me, yo!!


Photo by Andrew Thomas

It seems lately you love your Old School Super Mario as much as you love me - today I had to urge to combine your two loves together. The smile on your face when you walked through the front door assured me this was indeed a gift you'd enjoy.

As you walked up to me, you cupped my face within your right hand - allowing me to stare straight up in your eyes as you looked down on me. Biting my bottom lip, I take my right hand and reach up to your waist and begin to unfasten your belt buckle - with your free hand you decided to help me out because you knew what was coming. Getting past the belt, the zipper and finally sliding your pants down to your knees, I take my tangled-in-nintendo cord left hand and slide my fingers into the pocket of your boxers to find the treasure my pussy has been yearning for all day. Leaning forward towards your frame, you thrust the fingers of your right hand through my hair as I lay the door mat out to welcome your love inside of my mouth. Wrapping my tongue around the tip of your dick and consuming the rest to reach the back of my throat, I allow the walls inside of my mouth to build up saliva as I glide you and out of my mouth. Gracefully, yet roughly, slurping the tip of your dick each time it reaches my lips, you moan with pleasure allowing me to know to keep doing it just like that.

After another 10 minutes of loving you with my tongue, you asked me to lay back on top of the TV. Doing as I was ordered, I grip the side of the TV and easily position myself with my back on the TV and legs spread apart with my feet touching the floor. Wrapping the control around my neck like a choker with my right hand, I began to squirm a tad as you looked down on me with your dick in your right hand. Slowly stroking the head of your dick, just watching me move my body around like a fish out of water turned you on. Standing in between my legs, you took your left hand and lifted my right leg on your shoulder - never stopping the self pleasure game you had going on with your dick. Doing the same with my right leg, I assisted you some and lifted both legs in the air and swung them slightly over my head - giving you a beautiful view of my fat pussy sitting plum and luscious in my bikini shorts. Kneeling down on your left knee and then your right, you stopped the strokes and tugged at your dick as you began sliding it over my shorts. You got so into it, I felt you slapping your dick on my clit. Grinding your hips as you got closer up on me, I heard a thump as you knocked over the game system that was leaning against the TV. I could see you in front of me stroking your dick again as you reached your left hand out to grab my right breast. Seductively fondling it, the multiple things you had going on turned me on so much I found myself reaching my left hand between my legs and rubbing Ms. Kitty.

As our moans filled the room, your breathing began to switch up some. Getting up from your knees to stand back up, you walked to the left of me, standing over me with my legs still in the air and touching myself, you pushed my legs back slightly and began tugging at your dick more rapidly. Crossing my ankles with my legs in the air and Nintendo cord sliding down my legs, I reached up to you with my free right hand, crossing over my body, and finding my way to your nut sack and cupping them in my hand. This position is not working, taking my right hand and attempting to massage your balls, I heard your voice get real deep as you said "I'm coming Baby" - quickly sitting up and putting my face to meet your fist ed hand, I opened my mouth, stuck my tongue out and licked the tip each time it came through the hole of your fist. Seconds went by before I felt your sticky icky icky on the tip of my lips - opening my mouth wider, I shoved your dick inside and slurped your dick like I was drinking an icee. Ummmmmm! Best Nintendo game ever, aye? :)

Press Play: A Chocolate Drop

(Song Playing) "Sometimes its soft as a misty Rain.." Slowly, rain drops flowed freely, in imperfect lines, down the Windshield of Jarron's car. The pounding of the downpour against the roof of the automobile, coupled with the blaring horns of anxious drivers and SWV's "Rain" on the radio were strangely calming. All day he fantasized about sitting in the silence of their living room and tasting the softness of Shauna's lips while being pleasantly trapped in the grip of her hungrily strong thighs. Something about the rain just made him desire to be inside, desire to be with her. "Rain down on me..."

Drenched by the relentless showers, Jarron's clothes were clinging to him, heavy and cold. The click of the lock giving way as Jarron inserted the key into the door signified to Shauna that her man was home and a rush of excitement went through her body. Turning the doorknob slowly and pushing forward, the refreshing scent of fresh linens, intermingled with the flickering glow of scented candles engaged Jarron's senses. He thought to himself "She can get it!" Shauna thought to herself "Oh he gone get it!"The last glimmers of the day were gone and there was only the night, the rain, and the music. (song playing) "Here we are all alone you and me.." Closing the door behind him, he dropped his suit coat to the floor. Shauna, in a black dress that could hardly hide her perfectly curved body, walked down the stairs to meet him. Before she could get to the bottom of the stairs to utter "Hello... or how was your day..." Jarron rushed her pinning her back and hands to the wall, and began kissing her as though he hungered, rather than desired her. She liked it. A wry smile curled over her lips as she kissed back biting his bottom lip, and feeling his wet shirt against her chest, his cold face against her lips. Sliding his hands slowly down from the underneath of her arms, to her sides, to her hips, underneath her dress, he lifted the dress just enough to reveal her black boy cut panties and the rise of her perfect ass. Kneeling before her he placed one of her legs on his shoulder, as he rubbed the front of her caramel thighs with his other hand. Gripping his cold, wet head she pulled his face forward. Jarron, gripping the underneath of her leg, began running his tongue along the inside of her thigh, getting closer and closer to her soft lips. She whispered "Kiss it, J" and he obliged... appreciating every second he could taste her.... "We can do it anywhere".

His tongue glided across the underside of her soft, damp pussy, parting the center of her femininity. With one hand She pressed his face against her pussy and his nose brushed gently against her swollen clit. With the other hand, she dug her nails into the smooth blackness of his shoulders. Chills ran throughout her body from her toes to her temples, as the heat from his lips and gifts of his tongue tortured her clit pleasantly. He placed both her legs on his shoulders as he continued to kneel before her, and she was suspended there her back against the wall with only Jarron's mouth and hands to hold her up. His Tongue flicked ferociously as she continued to moan and with a firm grip on both ass cheeks he squeezed as though he wanted to milk her for every drop she had. "So wet!" Jarron could barely get it out, overwhelmed by his woman's pleasant taste.

Without a word he stood her up and with a controlled violence he spun her around. He placed both her hands against the wall, and caressed her scalp, locks of her hair were trapped, intertwined in his fingertips. He pulled it softly exposing the caramel skin along the length of her neck to his lips. While tickling her clit with his left hand, he slid his tongue from the nape of her neck to her ear lobe. With his lips just close enough to brush against her ear when he spoke he asked "how bad do you want this dick". Without a word she reached down between her own drenched legs, and grabbed at his rock hard pipe. "MMM" she moaned as though this were her ideal meal, she squeezed three times, knowing what was in store. Jarron slid his left hand up to her lips and she began to suck his fingers. The taste of her self excited her even more. He grabbed his shaft and slid it along the underside of her pussy, with just a touch he was coated in her juices. Each time he moved his swollen head back and forth against her lips she let out soft, satisfied sighs, and sucked his fingers even harder.

He slowly began to penetrate her, descending inch by inch into exactly where she wanted him to be. Her pussy responded to the precision of his stroke with soft sounds of ectstasy, much like the sound that raindrops make as they become puddles. As sweat beads began to form along the small of her back, Jarron's thrusts became stronger, cutting into her like a surgeon's knife. Her walls squeezed tightly against his thick rod, and she could feel him, even in her stomach she felt his stroke.

Outside the thunder clapped as the rainstorm continued and it seemed as though his deep, animalistic pounding, strokes, came simultaneously with each hit. He crashed into her pussy over and over again, gripping her hips and pulling harder. Her juices splashed against his thighs overflowing like a river in the midst of a torrential downpour. His dick darted in and out of her and as she attempted to squeeze and throw it back against him she knew she was reaching her breaking point. Again he crashed against her like the thunder, and she was wet like the rain, and her pussy ached so good, and was so warm.

Her legs became weaker and it felt as though the only thing that was holding her up now was the fact that he was inside of her, and unable to withstand anymore her pussy began to release, squeezing and contorting itself, no longer under her control "FUCK J, I'm Cumming!" She dropped to her knees his cock deeper, still inside her pounding she reached back and grabbed his ass pushing him deeper inside, as hot jetstreams coated her walls and he let out a growling yell "AHHH! SHiT!" Each time his shaft throbbed she sensed his release. They felt like small, piercing, shots, inside her.

They laid there together silently and soaking, their naked bodies keeping each other warm. He continued to hold her closely, kissing the nape of her neck. Each kiss he teased her, tasting a small sample of her beauty, while the rain continued to pour. (song) (Now that we're done what are you thinking, body so soft...")