...anticipate.....

anticipate: expectancy, eagerness, to look forward (especially) with pleasure

the sigh at the end of the phone line starts it off
restlessness sets in
listening to the ticking of the clock, time slows down
impatient fingers drumming, itching to touch and be touched
all senses heightened
every feeling intensified
wind like a gentle caress
rain, little nips, bites across the skin.
Anticipate
key slides into its slot
the heartbeat quickens at the sound.
Almost there
time slows right down as eyes meet, questions answered
glistening sweet red wine on lips
warm breath on skin
fabric hitting the ground
the whisper of zips being undone
clasps sliding out of constraints
and then......

Be Honest

What if for just one day you could say what you are really thinking? What you really want? What if somebody gave you permission to be honest, even just for a second?

Would you tell your boss you find new ways to cause them grievious bodily harm everyday to get through?

Would you open up and admit your fear you might not be as good as you believe?

Would you tell your parents being grown-up can be hard sometimes and you have days of wanting to be a child again?

Would you tell your friends you are tired of being strong sometimes?

Would you tell your childhood friend that the reason you have been avoiding their phone call is because you no longer have enough in common?

Would you tell the girl at the bar she's really not as hot as she thinks and you're only chatting her up because you couldn't get any joy from your first choice?

Would you tell the guy at the bar champagne is overrated, just fizzy white wine for unnecessary show offs & leaves you completely unimpressed?

Would you tell your friend he/she is making a big mistake marying her/him?

Would you tell your ex-lover that despite all that has happened you want them back?

Would you tell your current lover of those deep, dark thoughts swirling around in your head that you want him/her to try?

Would you tell your FWB that you now want more than the occasional late night phone call?

Would you tell that elusive one that when you think of them you see hot wax & cool silk sheets?



So think about it for a minute, if you have the permission.....would you honest?

Songs Of Solomon (Excerpt)

This is so subtly sexy to me.......

Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth
For thy love is better wine
His fruit is sweet to my taste
His left hand is under my head
and his right hand doth embrace me

Behold thou art fair my love
Thy lips are like a thread of salt
Thine eyes are as dove behind the veil
And comely is thy mouth
Thy navel is like a round goblet
Wherein no mingled wine is wanting
Thy belly is like a heap of wheat set about
with lilies
And thy mouth like the best wine
Open to me my dove
For my head is filled with drops of the night

Come my beloved
Let us see if the vine flourishes
and the tender grapes appear
and the pomegranates bud forth
And there will I give thee my love

System Failure

"This is what you love. This is what you live for. You're supposed to be enjoying this". My brain whispers furiously to My body. "You're not working as you are meant to".

"I know I am supposed to be". My body answers back wearily. "I am trying to work but I'm not and I am tired of doing things just because you say so. I am sorry if I have failed you".

"How can you be tired?" My brain asks, puzzled at the thought. "You're still young and this is what it's all about. It's about the highs, the thrill and the heat of that little touch, that contact however hard or soft".

My Body replies angrily, "I know I'm young but that does not stop me from feeling older than my years. I am tired and I need to recover from the daily grind but you never let me. You never let me rest from anything".

"I need to recover from those long work days. I need to recover from those real early mornings to those late late nights. I need to recover from those days of way too much sleep and those days of much too little. From your pursuit of some idealistic perfect body to your enjoyment of decadence.

From that trauma you had me go through but did not let me rest from. I understood your need to hide, to be strong and I allowed you to lead, thinking you'll soon let me rest but you didn't. In your selfishness you didn't understand that I needed time to stop and heal.

I need to recover from the cold. From the heat, aches and pain, the bruises. I know we have to keep going, that life does not stop just because I am unwell but you need to also take care of me I rely on you more that I want to.

Do you think I don't miss it? Miss the highs, the thrill the feel of it all? Of course I do. But all that will have to wait until I recover from everything you put me through".

The Art Of Seduction

The art of seduction can be a big production or could just be in a lot of little subtle things......this one's a lot of subtle things that make a production.

It is in the tilt of the head when you begin to think

the dreamy glaze over the eyes as the idea forms

It's the sheepish smile as it all comes together

It is that CD....you know, the Syleena Johnsonn track that always gets you going

It is that perfumed soap that you rarely use, luxuriously gliding over your body

It is that lotion, the one that's illuminated in gold, that highlights all your curves when caught in the light

It's your hands moving slowly, sensually across your body in long motions as you imagine hands that are not yours following suit

It is in making the right selection from the satins, the silks, the lace........or nothing at all

It is in figuring out the perfect pair of shoes - heels of course - to go over the perfect pair of stockings - lace tops with little bows

It is the perfect coat that goes over all that lace, the chosen fabric

It is the sparkle in your eyes as you make the journey to the end destination

It is the smile of appreciation on his face when he sees you at his door

It is in the flourish with which you take your coat off when he asks to hang it

It is the widening in his eyes as he watches you walk in scraps of lace and nothing else

It is in the senses; the sights, the smell, the taste, the touch

And with mutual satisfaction comes the completion of the art of seduction

Decisions

I was ok with it.

I had made a decision and I was going to stick to it. I was not going to think about whether it was a good or bad one. I had made a choice and I was going to be ok.

At least that is what I told myself. Maybe I should have deleted your number but I chose not to. I made a decision. I guess I needed to at least hold on to your name, looking at it every once in a while, never calling. Just knowing I had a choice made it ok.

I moved on to other things, other places, other people. I got someone else. Not to replace you, even I knew I could never replace you. I just needed to be distracted. I guess it worked because eventually I stopped looking at your number every once in a while but I knew it was still there. In fact I stopped looking at my phone.

Then, as it is with life, when I thought I was finally ok and when I least expected it, my mind wandered back to you and I remembered.

I remembered the kisses, especially the light ones on the neck and down my back

I remembered talking till the break of dawn of things completely irrelevant to anyone else but us

I remembered us breaking into dance, in the middle of the street, our laughter as music

I remembered waking up to you watching me and you saying it was because you loved watching me sleep

I remembered wanting to be so close to you that I felt like crawling underneath your skin

I remembered all you had to do was say the words and I died the little death in the most exquisite way

So I made a decision and I looked at my phone. Scrolled down to your name, pressed the call button and then I waited.......

The Way We Like

We fall asleep, you on your back, my head on your chest listening to your heart beat.  My leg draped over yours......the way you like so much

We wake up, both on our sides, my back to your front, your arm around me.....the way I like so much

You stir behind me, getting harder as you wake, pushing forward ever so gently.  I smile still half asleep, pushing back encouragingly as I awake. I feel your breath on my neck as you kiss me gently, one hand softly kneading my breast, the other lifting my night dress, finding its way between my thighs......finding me hot, soaking wet, wanting.  Your hands get more purposeful.....one finger in, then another, thumb on clit, I arch my back, you bite my shoulder...you press even harder....you lift one leg up and slide right into the heat. 

We move together....faster....harder....you hold me tight till the end....enjoying each other, the way we like so much

Random Things about Me

I wrote this about 3 years ago....they mostly still apply so I figured it's a good way to introduce myself.

1. I am African, specifically Nigerian and proud

2. I am not a fan of exercise but i love boxing (doing, not watching)

3. I can only sit through a whole movie at the cinema, at home my attention span doesn't last more than 30mins.....1hr tops

4. I'd rather go visit people than have them come visit me

5. I believe my mother to be the coolest woman alive......close 2nds are all 5 of my sisters

6. I have absolutely no fear of getting older

7. I can't speak my native language, some days I wish I did but it is what it is

8. I would like to blog but not sure I would like people to know me that much (well that's no longer the case I think....testing the waters)

9. No matter how much I am prepared for change, I still hate it.

10. I have the best taste in desserts.

11. My heart has been broken twice....when i was 16 and the second time was my own fault (no questions, please :-)!!)

12. One of best advices from my mother....dance naked in front of a mirror.....try it....hilarious!!!

13. I once played chess on my laptop for 10hrs straight & didn't win once....only came close 4 tyms

14. Give me a good book & am happy for days

15. I may be addicted to gorgeous high heeled shoes.....the jury's still out on that

16. I enjoy drinking (alcohol)....but not to the extent some people think

17. The people closest to me think I hide my feelings too much....I call it maintaining the mystique....either way, they get hurt by it sometimes

18. I am more ambitious/competitive than I like to let on

19. I hate mayonaise

20. I am a bit of a romantic.....it's the little things that count.

21. I love most music. give me some old soul vibe & am in heaven

22. I really want to learn how to ride a motorcycle, might need to learn how to drive first, though

23. It has taken me 5 months to finally get a cooker & I still havn't had it installed, yes the various take-aways in my area know me very well (well it was installed and I moved out of the property almost 2 years ago)

24. I enjoy solitude as much as I enjoy socialising

25. I seem to be a whole bunch of contradictions....that comes across to others in so many different ways but really am just me

So........

Erm, yeah....so I decided to have a blog. I have been thinking about it for some time now but never knew exactly want I wanted to write about. Since I still haven't figured that bit out it's just going to be general musings of me. Life, love, sex, lingerie, shoes and any other of the good stuff that comes my way. Suggestions are welcome by the way.....if anyone gets round to reading this.







Ok, let us begin.......