{Story Time With Icesis Black}

Boys, Girls, Bitches, Friends and Others...

I am the Queen of your daydreams, of capital punishment. I am the Queen that haunts you in your dreams, and the proof is in your underwear in the morning from your leakage...
I am the Queen of your well manicure nails and toes lick-able  colors that have you thinking about transforming your woman in to me. I am the Queen who exemplifies femininity to the extremes of my desire, and in the process you lust for me...

Who am I?

I am the Queen of Fetishism. I am the Queen of Eroticism.  Fall deep in love, and lust with my voice, as I read you a bed time story. How do you do that you say?

Easy Bitches! To have Icesis Black read you a story get on your hands and knees and follow her to hhttp://IcesisBlack.com  to make your appointment:)!

{Nymph III}

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{Mind FUCK}

Standing in the shower, getting all of my goodies clean. Can you see the soapy lather slide all over me. Watch me.  Film me…

Mind Fuck me.

Climb in the shower talk to me in my ear…kiss my neck…whisper slowly while grabbing my hips…

Mind Fuck me.

Brush water upon my back and wash me, turn me around and kiss under the stream of water….

Mind Fuck me.

Push your body close to minds as we kiss, and lather one another’s bodies.  And I will push mine…close to you.

Let me seduce you. Allow me to tease you…

Let me Mind Fuck you…

As the water drips in my head, I look up to you for permission to handle your tool…

With a smile of approval and drips of waters on your lashes as you look down and then bend your head back as you grab mine… my head…

Now I really don’t mind, Fucking you.

I open my mouth wide.

{Icesis Black…Where Art Thou}?

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{Smoke} 






As previously mentioned the Queen has grown fond of cigars. I don't know why, but they are really turning me on. I blame a good friend of mine for showing me how erotic they can be, so I guess I can really blame my kinky nature for gravitating to them. Never before would I have thought that smoking would be so sexy. I do not like the smell of cigarettes (no pun) but understand why men (and women) go crazy to see a sexy, sultry woman sucking her voluptuous lips and saliva on them, Yes indeed it can be quietly arousing I presume for the ones who have to fetish. But what about the person who performs this very sexy act? Do they (insert your likes of gender here) get aroused by your perverted ass watching? Well if they are anything like the Queen Icesis Black they most certainly do! 

Cigars are my method of choice. I love the thickness of the a cigar against my lips. I adore the amount of effort it takes for my mouth to be steady and patient with  attempting to grasp and clutch it. I love the mind fuckery behind something so simple, and yet complex. It is like holding a thick dick your mouth for the first time. You kind of don't know what to do with it, yet you play around with in your  mouth until you get your bearings  right. And once you do, like the lucky victim (or volunteer) of your vampire like sucking you absorb the smoke and you light  the end of the head. 

Congratulations! You have matched your mouth of with the local motive of the massive thickness of the vessel! Continue to suck, and suck, until some pre-cum spurs unto your mouth. Oh and you like this! While enjoying the new mouth toy, the Queen became relaxed.Just like a good blow job; the receptive motion and rhythm of what normally is a slurp, suck, and in some cases gag, spit, choke are replaced by a puff, blow, puff. 








And just like that! You and the smoke become a spiritual climax. And some way, you loved doing it. And others love watching. And I love that they like watching the Queen do it ever so gracefully.




IcesisBlack Bitches:)! 

{Fetish...}

Over the last few months, I have allowed myself to dwell on some new things. Some I eventually became attracted to while, others...
I have discovered that I have a "thing" for Glamor! Let me explain, I love a feminine woman, make-up heels on and walking like she owns the world. Quite comfortable with in her self to flaunt what she has. That is not to say that I don't like just a "natural" woman, because I really do, but there is something about a made up woman that drives me..well raises an eye brow (for me). On the flip side, I love a glowing, radiant strong woman. Her clean skin fresh in the morning (after brushing of course) and just a little lip balm she is completely succulent(I presume). Feminine in all of her grace, a lot of woman don't know they are born with natural beauty...they really should embrace it.

On the far end, I have started to look at TS woman (Really pretty ones). Not in a sexual flair, but to mimic them in my own femininity. I know this sounds crazy, but it works. They work so hard to be women, that  a lot of them look better than natural born women. And ladies, are they so? Yes Indeed, so I copy them, watch their videos (sex and yt) to get their secrets of how to be more "edgy). Now, don't get me wrong, I am confident I can preform, that I am sexy, that I confident I'm my stature as a woman; those I am indeed. Yet I love to learn new trixx, for sure! So I take notes!

Metal! Metal! I have become overcome by METAL! Braces, Piercings, Stream Punk, Robots (don't laugh) and some Clunky random Objects. I have not gotten into medical play, but I think it is coming!

Lastly on my list of new things I have been perverted to admit, tattoos! I love those damn things. They don't make me Cum in my Panties, but they allure me.So my friends (BITCHES TOO) I shall be exhibiting some of this stuff...via pictures or video soon. LOOK out for it!


IcesisBlack:)! 

{Naked/Nude}

Standing alone, in a dimly lit room. Water began to slowly tickle down my chest to the floor. Freshly cleansed, and smelling divine, the Queen’s body is supple and ripe. Chocolate candy coated body, smells so sweet. The wind blew, the room’s aroma was filled with me.  Wrapping my soft towel around my body to dry off, feels so good. I feel secure in this moment. I feel confident in this moment. Applying my moisturizer, each nook and cranny of my curves absorbs each drop. Caressing myself slightly as I dry off, Ms. Kitty and my Girls, are a great passionate couple. I decided to continue the party on my bed.  

I searched  for a song to set the mood, I found “It’s a Man’s World” by James Brown’s and pressed play. What a phenomenal song for the soundtrack of the evening! I set it on repeat for my private show! Looking into mirrors upholstered above my bed I position myself so that I can watch the show.  Laying my body down slowly, on the crisp Midnight Blue sheets. The song played over and over again, I began to  climax. I began to spill my nectar down my arms, nails, between my legs, and in a pool on my sheets. Satisfied with my personal session of sensual mind stimulation, I walked over to the cage where I kept my pet. 

My pet was collared, and barking  to please allow him out of the cage, I snapped "no". “Good" bitches have to be broken in, and he needs to be taught a lesson, that I am superior to him. I motioned for him to come close to the bars of the cage. He complies. I rubbed my nectar polished hands over the bars.  Licking the bars, he begged again to allow me to let him out of the cage so that he could “clean me up”. This time I hit the cage with my cane, and replied “Bitch shut it”.  At 6’2, 260lbs and muscular, this bitch is a big man in a small space.I climbed on top of his cage, opened my legs and sat on top. Drops of my nectar spilled on his head. Then like a force of a thunderstorm cloud, I opened up like Mother Nature to drizzle him with the forecast of a golden shower. He was excited.

Finished with my task for the evening, and satisfied. I climbed down off of the cage and grabbed my soiled sheets, and draped them across the cage.  “Good night Bitch”, I exclaimed, before going into the shower once more…

The training process is such a sweet honeymoon…

How often have we as a society masked our own beliefs, in the attempt to keep the peace? We lie to ourselves daily, pretending daily, covering up our own identities.

I am on a journey to unmask my true whole self.  The person I am is unconventional, and flamboyant.  My desires and needs, may not be understood to someone whom may not share them. I shall not allow myself to retard; the conventional manila envelope, we all get trapped in. Thus, I owe it to myself to be…naked or nude.

I deserve to be completely transparent, and organic, no barriers needed.

Wouldn’t you agree?

Take your clothes off;)!