{Hot Water}

As the temperature descends upon the morning dew, inside I grow thirsty.
The scent of the distant admirer transcends me.
I am totally prefix with the scent, somebody help...please help me.
While around I noticed his eyes, they take me away, I am getting hot.
My soul burns when I think about how much of a great combination we could be.
My body shakes when I imagine how long it has been since I have been worked; completely out. It's too fucking hot!
I need, want, desire, lust it, and him.
But he has no clue. I watch him while he sleeps.
Stealthy I creep. Undressed and vulnerable I stand over him. But he doesn't hear my whispers in his ears;lips close to his hear I plan images of he and I.
I only see him at dusk, dawn is too obvious for me to expose my affection.
Fuck it is too FUCKING HOT. I am a cold being, I can't let my thermostat rise, but damn, he makes me feel like I have a heart beat.
Too damn bad he is a wolf, or else I'd bite him. I'd drink his blood, and feel myself up with him completely, then I let him howl at the moon.
MMMM I'd cry out his name in vain as I'd try to let him grope me and use me as his pup. Too damn bad our families don't get a long....
So until then I'd watch him sleep, whisper in his hear...I know he has my scent. I see it in his eyes when he wakes up in the am. I'd still love to sip some of him.


IcesisBlack;)!

{Nymph}

Today is March 25,

Dear Diary,

Today I was awaken in the strangest way…

Slow, and steady. Swift, and punctually, walking in a room full of people.

Blind folded and nervous, I continue to follow the lead of the leash holder.

Inside the room, I could feel the energy of the participants, as they glance over my features. Tall, with sun kissed skin , long hair, suck able toes, and exotic because of my long finger nails. Masked, and submissive, my high heels will not skip a beat on the concrete…

Once inside the room, I took center stage, and the fun began.

In the background I could hear moans, far off in the distant...

This was unexpected because I had no idea things would start so soon.

My body began to draw cold, and my kitty once moist with excitement, now dry needed some help. But on the outside you would never know. I pranced in the mask I wore suppressing my true identity, from all on lookers, while flaunting my raw sexuality around the stage. My mane tapped my ass as I walked in circles, my shoes clapped with the floor… I am a prime feast. I moved my legs up in the air behind my ear, to show the onlookers my fat kitty. They clapped and cheered as she winked. Before I knew it the music came on, and one man decided to kiss Kitty while I was in a mid leg stand.

People were all around, sucking, fucking, and gyrating, on everything, and everyone.

I must have came until I couldn’t produce anymore fluid. Yet I watched, as some people seemed to hand from the chandeliers. At the end of the night, I was lead back out of the room, masked, once again to not disclose my location. Where am I? What is this place? All I know is I would love to be chosen to come back.

A diary of a Nymph.

{Sight}

To see physically; a phenomenon some individuals lack the metamorphic ability to do.

Dana:

Dana was a man’s man. He played basketball, soccer, and tennis. Dana worked a regular blue-collar job as a skilled laborer in a steal mill. His life seemed redundant and lacked activity; until he seen her. She for some reason became his silent muse.

Her name? He didn’t really know, all he knew was she was as Goddess; completely so. She didn’t work in his department; she was superior to him…as far as work positions go. Although she was in management, she was really feminine something the other “workers” or “managers” lacked. She could “teach” them how to be a woman. Dana wanted her to “teach” him a lesson in physics, but never introduced himself to her. She had a petite frame, caramel completion, clearly exotic from these parts of Milwaukee; Dana heard she was part Italian, and Latino from NY. Oh yea she had class. She wore a suit, but her physic was always clearly defined and every curve is shown…everyday. Her fitted suits skirts or pants Dana couldn’t get enough of watching her walk by. She became the reason why Dana came to work.

On Occasion when the weather permits she wore a skirt that gave a glimpse of her tightly toned legs. Dana loved that. Her face was soft and pretty, hair long and always up in a bun. Ohm she smelled so sweet. Dana was overjoyed when his workstation got moved closer to her office. Dana would imagine her coming over and kissing his lips softly for keeping up the good work. Although his workstation was at the bottom of the staircase leading to her office, he had a clear view of her…. and soon became the object off all his fantasies.  She walked with confidence and swayed with a flirtatious swagger. Dana knew it was for him. Dana began to make eye contact with her, she noticed him. She would smile, but not in front of her other collogues, she didn’t want to seem like the typical “woman” whom couldn’t hold her personal and professional business separate. She tried to…anyway.

Alma-Bice:

Nicked named A.B. Was a petite co-executive who grew up in Brooklyn New York. Beautiful yes, smart absolutely, yet she was alone in the world. Her parents both immigrants who fell in love, a taboo in both their communities, they birth a love child. Alma was taught the important “concept” of education and excelled in school. But her love life lacked. She had been with a few “DAMN BASTARDS”, using her for her stellar beauty and stallion miniature body.  They would mount her, ride her, or she’d ride them…the sexual connection still wasn’t there. By the time she was twenty-five she would vow to be what she called with her girlfriends (A sexual) celibacy.

A few more years passed and Alma found herself in the middle of nowhere. Milwaukee. Ugh she hated it. It must be a curse for not marring soon like her parents wanted her to…reduced to masturbating on a daily basis only calms her nerves but never satisfies the burn. Bice the second part of her name means “to voyager through life”, yes she was very observant…and watched the production of the company she owned (partially only a few insiders knew) and the employees too.

In one of the “motivational” start of the shift meetings with the laborers, she noticed him. A.B keeping her composure, she continued to hold a stern face while giving her speech. Although, she couldn’t help but to notice him, sticking out of the crowd of “regular” locals. He was tall, dark hair deep brown eyes, nice teeth, facial hair nicely tamed…Alma’s mind begin to wonder just thinking about him. Every so often she would walk by his work station, nonchalantly with her assistant just to get a closer look at him. He dripped with sweat as he molded the piece of metal he worked on, each and every time she walks by. She noticed he had big hands…clean under the fingernails, a pleasant surprise to her for the type of work he does. She admired a well-kept and groomed man. Now in her privacy in her office she often rubbed her legs together when she thought about him. What was she to do about her instant attraction? She had no idea. But she knew she wanted a closer look. Walking in heels is nice, but not on concrete floors twelve hours a day. A.B elected to move his station closer to her, doing “easier” work, so she could watch him…more.

One evening, she made eye contact with him, she instantly dripped her scented oil in her satin panties, and smiled. He smiled too! She could smell his cologne, damn he smelled good…even as he sweated. A.B decided to take a personal tour with him to get to know her employees better. Well she only had an interest in him, but to cover up her secret admiration she took a few other employees on tour first, slowing building up the anxiety to when his name came up on the list. Excited his name was Dana, and not George or Blake, she wondered if his name means anything, about his background, about him. Dana Lusi, Greek! Oh what a fine specimen A.B thought while walking with him around the perimeter of the company. Alma wanted to touch his hand, but knew that was inappropriate. At the closing of the tour with Dana, she invited him into her office, to have a close to heart conversation about the “company”. While in the office A.B sat across from him, looking into his dark brown coffee colored eyes, not listening to what he is saying, but to his voice…her clitoris aroused. Alma knew this attraction was not healthy, or ethical, but something needed to be done soon.

 Dana found himself working out everyday to build muscle. For motivation Dana envisioning her giving him a back rub while pushing up…kissing him while going down. Dana fantasized about his last meeting with the executive whom introduced her self as A.B. Her soft hands, as he shook them, her voice as she talked about random “job” jargon. Dana wanted her, and soon would have to release…his manhood got aroused every time he seen her at work. For this reason alone, Dana had to start wearing two pairs of underwear under his blue jumpsuit. Soon Dana thought he was obsessing over A.B. She began to show up everywhere he was. A.B. would was now shopping at his parents market on the other side of town. She was at the car parts store where he knew the owner. She was at the tennis court where he played on Tuesdays, and at the basketball court on Wednesdays.  Each time he seen her, lust filled his eyes when he laid eyes on her, she only politely said hello. Dana did noticed that she would always ask him if could refer her to a great place to get this or that, or do this or that. Shortly, he noticed she would be there. Each time, they looked at each other, and once he didn’t notice her, she walked over and with a lustful smile asked if he was fallowing her. Dana smiled and asked if she was following him. 

A.B had developed a plan to be around this Greek God, as often as possible with out drawing attention to herself at work. She stalked him…discretely that is. She found out where he went regularly, by asking him. Men are so easy, she thought. All the while enjoying each moment she had with him, seeing him, smelling, almost tasting him… she fantasized about watching him shower; cum dripped down her legs, as she thought about what his cum would taste like. Something she thought is going to have to happen, I cannot wait…I have got to find out!

On a late summer afternoon, she asked him to stay and work overtime. Dana agreed. And continued to work on a “special” project. Once everyone else left. A.B called him into her office, wearing nothing…

-Sight by attraction is instant. One knows if they “want someone” the moment he or she sees them…if you keep looking you shall find what you seek.

IcesisBlack;)!

Feels so...Feeling so...

I seen it in his eyes/It feels so good to see him.
I love how it makes me climax to destinations untouched.
I am feeling so elevated/That feels so good.
Feeling so insecure/He reassures me I am royalty.
It feels so uplifting/I am so high I could fly.
Like a Phoenix I would be free/I feel the wind under me.
I am feeling like a bird with wings that expand oceans.

The complicity of life, is so simplistic if you allow it.

I often wonder this week were we are going to venture in our quest for total enlightenment. With no lights on only our minds, I explore as much as permitted, and in return you can use me. I'll be your toy, show me, teach me, all that you want me to be and I shall do it as you wish.
Wet my lips drip/I like the feeling.
As my heart beats/I like the feeling.

I climb on to the pedestal draped in linen/I smell our perfumes, I like the feeling
I open my mouth to grab your tool/I like the thickness
It feels good going in my warm mouth/ It feel so warm
You moan and I cum a little/I can not wait to feel you inside
On top I climb to have you lick the residual off/ Your cold mouth feels good.
Continuing to take care of the tool/I force you down my throat...no gagging I am a pro!
Once you swat me on the ass to let me know, that you have had enough stalling, I craw back down to where the tool stands straight up.
Once on top I mount myself/Flying high...mountains high and deep valleys low I fly...feeling so good to be so high...flying.

I can't stop playing with myself, I day dream about our last rendezvous often. I like the way I come between my fingernails squirting my oils on your sheets.
Here I lay one hand free, tied to your bed. I had better make a large puddle for when you come back; you are going to make me feel it if I don't.

Just the threat sounds like it will feel so good to me!

Sinfully Sultry ;)!

I can not help it/It is naturally apart of me.
I breathe it/It walks with me.
I lay in my mind/I effortlessly arouse many whom want to be my muse.
I don't mean to/I am tempted to turn off my light.
I love to shine/I love and like it and I.
It chose me/I walk in it everyday.

Sex is overrated/I turn it on, and it turns subjects out.

A smile, a sound, be it in a wink or look.
I can not help, that I am sinfully sultry. My voice, amplifies it.
My skin glows from it. My body mirrors it. My persona screams it.
Follow me if you dare; all that glitters is not safe. (Like the Cheshire Cat) Sinfully sultry, is alluring.
No Oasis, yet I could take you really far...mentally if you let me.
When the flight is over and you calm down, is when I make my exit.
Remember me, my scent, my flavor of the month, my butterfly kisses, scratches, moans and screams....I am Sinfully Sultry!

IcesisBlack:)!

{Sound}

The song plays in the middle of the day, instantly you reminisce of a fragrant perfume…

It is a voice, which you haven’t heard in a long time; that has you stopped in your tracks in the middle of the street…

The floor creeks, and it reminds you of the late night tip-toes you used to do…

The drums are beating, your heart begins to race, and soon you’re aroused…

Sound is the sense that connects frequency waves to the brain; when released trigger emotional reactions.

http://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/54664.php

http://www.ask.com/wiki/Sound

This by far is one of my favorite of the five senses. Imagine that you were blindfolded and tied to a chair. Without sight your other senses are amplified.  The only senses you have left are, touch, smell, taste, hearing. With the remaining senses in play, visualize this scenario:

Kevin, walks in to his home, instantly he knows something is different. Everything in the house is where he left it, but his loft, smells different. He looks to see if all of the windows are locked, checks the bedroom all were empty. Walking backwards down his Barbados imported hardwood floors, Kevin hears a creek coming from the kitchen, Kevin grabs his Berreta; special agents are a little paranoid at times. As soon as Kevin could turns around, his Ladylove, necked and wearing heels, and a smile greeted him. Her Channel No 22 is her flavor of the month; Kevin knows  this evening will be a great one.

She grabs Kevin, by the neck and makes him get down on the floor. She steps on his back, Kevin’s skin begins to crawl with anticipation…Kevin knows the routine, then crawls over the closest furniture fixture.  She blind folds him, and gags him. “No Peeking! No Tasting!” She exclaims. Kevin Moans. She slaps him. Shhhh she snapped. Kevin submits for he knows, if he doesn’t his night will not be as “good” as he would like.  She walks around Kevin, in her heels, the sound of the floors against the shoe excites Kevin, and slowly he became aroused. She then stops and noticed him standing up; she then put her entire shoe in his crouch to “sit” it back down. Unable to touch her, Kevin could almost feel her elongated legs in between his legs… She then climbs on top of Kevin, who by this point is not only hurting to enter her, is also slobbering from holding the gag in his mouth. She moves his “joy stick” and sits on his lap, leans in and starts to whisper phrases in his ear. “ You want me”? “I want you”! “I feel you standing up behind me” You feel me dripping on you”? Kevin begins to leek…She gets up and drips on his leg. She then walks out the room. When she returns chains begin to click. Kevin wonders what the noise is. Kevin began to move   around in the chair. Ladylove slowly walking in to the room with the chains hitting the floor continues to excite Kevin. Listening to the sounds of the room, the clicking of her shoes on the wood floors, and the clacking of the chains has Kevin’s heart beating faster and faster.  Kevin was unsure if she was going to use both of them on him. Moaning louder. She instantly gets enraged because she told him once before to “Shhh”. She threats him “Do you really want me to use the chains”? Kevin began saturate on the floor with anticipation …

Sound or audio is unacknowledged and  underplayed. I do believe that everyone should implement outer course and sound play into their "sex" routine. It could change the way you “see” a situation, if you cannot “see” it at all.

IcesisBlack;)!

Mental Stimulation {Mind Sex}

 There is a saying “ You can have my body, but you can not have my mind”. Why is that one would question? The answer is not everything sexual is physical. On no my friend, sex wouldn’t be half the fun it is (for most of us) if your mind wasn’t in the game. Think about it, how often have you had a one nightstand, (Tricking on someone just to get them in the bed); you came and booted the unsuspecting victim with out any remorse? Be honest. You just wanted to cum, and didn’t care who would be receptor. (Minus looks and obvious attraction).

 Mental stimulation is what gets one aroused while having phone sex, or cyber sex for that mater. It is the fantasy builder and expeditor without even touching another person; smelling them, tasting them, or hearing them scream or moan. While I shall explore the other senses in detail, it is important for all of use to dive into our minds to unlock what gets us off, and keeps us horny and hot! Fantasy, often unlived turned into fetishes or key sensor arousers are created in the mind. A man may have a “thing” for a woman, who has nice legs, or over weight. Even if his woman friend is a perfect ten, by society if she isn’t satisfying that itch that needs to be scratched then he shall seek pleasure elsewhere. If he shouldn’t seek the pleasure in another individual, then he shall vacate to the dark corners of his mind to unlock that fantasy of doing what ever to whom ever he desires, thus releasing his completing orgasmic experience.

In example:

She walks into a room of unsuspecting strangers, unknowing of her fever she posses. Tami by day is an accountant for a really successful firm in Boston.  But  Tami by night or on occasions is a pet of a few “Johns” each unknowing about each other, her promiscuity is a notation that happened later in life when she decided she needed to live on the edge; never being completely satisfied by one partner she found two, and eventually three more to full fill all of her desires. One of the “Johns” was also a successful Broker in Boston whom she loved to have great conversations with, but never satisfied her sexually, or at least he seemed to lack an interest in sex so she just retreated his pussy playing card. Then there is Kevin, Kevin, Kevin….Tami “Loved” him. Kevin would visit Tami from the Twin-City twice a year and break her back down. He would have Tami screaming from the penetration that her neighbors would call the police. But like all good things that glitter Kevin is not a “golden” catch. Kevin has a wife whom he hates, and doesn’t suck him off like Tami does. Tami and Kevin met in undergrad, but never got “serious. But whenever Kevin is in town all other plans get canceled, work included! There is this one guy who Tami fucks. She straps him until he cries, there is no real physical connection. She just loves to hear him scream out mistress, while sucking her toes. Then the last two are lovers. They are bisexual. One in fact is a transgendered male to female. Gorgeous if you ask Tami. They would call her early in the mornings (Tuesdays and Fridays) to “help”” her get over her hump. And sometimes they would even cam with Tami to show her how to please her many men.  The transgendered woman would flash Tami her body that had supple breast d cup, tiny waist and size 20 ass.  The “man” always enjoys sucking the tyranny’s penis and drinking her cum. Tami looks forward to those early morning rendezvous. She showers extra early; imagining the three of them in the shower. (Her kissing him, and touching “her”) Slightly leaking cum, she awaits until her phone rings or internet icon beeps. Then she travels deep, deep into her imagination of joining the group and becoming the slave to the Mistress Tyranny. Sucking the “Mans’ penis while Mistress is sucking her clitoris. Then being tied down to the bed and blind folded while both penises are inserted, in the mouth and pussy. She really wanted to explore water works so she hoped in this fantasy they would urinate on her….with her mouth open! Oh my Tami is such a bad girl! As she continues to masturbate she loves being lost…in her thoughts.

Again, I say thingsm  happen in the mind before the body ever responds. Thus if we allow ourselves to explore our minds and desires we could be closer to achiving the lustful things we seek sooner than later.

IcesisBlack;)!