The Noise

I need the noise to distract me from the cacophony of my thoughts
Those nefarious thoughts of misdeeds and wickedness
These selfish, self indulgent thoughts
The noise quiets the screams of my mind
Like flesh being torn from skin
Drowning loud sounds of anguish and pain
I need the noise to calm my soul
Hush my voices of discontent, sooth them to rest
The noise grants a troubled mind, heavy heart and restless soul a moment of repose

Disequilibrium

If this keeps up I'll need to get a more potent distraction until such time as I can restore mental and emotional equilibrium. I'm so not happy with this space right now, fortunately I have been here before - I was sure to build in a back door after the last time. Hooray for contingencies! Except this motherfucker is taking a bit of time to kick in because I had not anticipate some other variables. Oh well! Forward.

Sexcapades 3

The afternoon into the early evening had started great, good conversation, drinks and fantastic sex. Terrance and Rachel decided to continue the fun and head over to one of their watering holes, such vigorous activity works up quite an appetite, they would grab a bit to eat have a few more drinks then head home. They headed over to Merle’s Tavern – quaint spot, the food is good, the drinks are cheap and they can be themselves there.

Merle’s tavern was a bit livelier tonight, with music blaring from the speaker – intermittently interrupted by off key singing from the patrons carrying their own key on the karaoke machine. The smell of the food wafted through the tavern, Terrance hoped it tasted as good as it smelled, he was quite hungry. He went over to order some chicken and fries while Rachel placed the order for their drinks. Terrance came back with their food, placed it on the bar and sat next to Rachel. He was a bit ravenous, he dug in while they made chit chat over the music and sipped on their drinks.

He enjoyed spending these moments with her – they were simple and fun, much like her, nothing overly extravagant or flashy about her, Rachel was simple yet elegant. Who would have thought a boyfriend skirt and a vest could look so good on a woman – maybe she looked that stunning, or perhaps he saw her through rose colored glasses. Either way he could not help but take her all in as she start across from him. She looked across at him over her glasses as she took a sip of her drink, she smiled and winked at him like she knew what he was thinking at that moment. “You want me don’t you” she said. Terrance did not hear her clearly over the music, he leaned in “what did you say babes?” She gently touched his head and moved her hand down to his shoulder as she came in closer to him “you want me don’t you” she repeated. “I always do” Terrance replied. “Good” she sat back in her chair.

The night moved on, as did the drinking and liming, they eventually left Merle’s and headed to a couple other spots, danced and drank more into the wee hours of the morning. “Hey, let’s get out of here” he said, it was getting late and the vibe at their last stop was beginning to fizzle, but neither one of them was ready to cut the lime short. “So, since we aren’t ready to end the night, what say you come over to my apartment, I’ve got some drinks we can stay up for a bit and chat” Rachel suggest. “I’m game for whatever babes, let’s go.”

They pulled up to her apartment and headed up the stairs, they entered the apartment and Terrance made his way straight to the bathroom, these drinks had been trying to get out of his body for a while now. Release! He switched off the bathroom light and made his way to the living area – he stopped suddenly in his tracks, wait, why is the apartment in darkness, where is she, what the hell is she up to. A sliver of light from the street lamp came through the window, he could make out her clothes on the chair at the kitchen table, but he could not see her. “Where are you woman, what are you up to?” He walked slowly through the apartment trying to locate her – she can be a real joker sometimes. A “pssst” came from the direction of the sofa. Rachel was lying on the sofa in all the splendor of her nakedness. Terrance knelt at her side along the sofa, Rachel reached up and held his head and brought his lips to meet hers. They kissed deeply; Terrance let his hand wander from her breast, snaking down her body and coming to rest on her inner thigh. His hand felt warm against her skin, his touch was electric sending waves through her body. She kissed him deeper.

Rachel moved him off gently and stood up, her pussy right in his face as he remained on his knees. She took him by the hand “come” he didn’t think to ask, why or where to, he just followed. Rachel walked over to the table, climbed on; laid back and spread open her legs. The sight of her on the table was like a well prepared meal plated and waiting to be devoured. Terrance peeled off his clothes with haste and hurried to her. He placed his fingers on her pussy lips and gently spread them open, he wanted to take a good look at her clit and the pinkness of her pussy, he wanted to see her cream build up and roll out of her. Terrance breathed deeply in anticipation of the taste of her pussy, the reaction of her body to the feel of his tongue, and how much he would be enjoying seeing her body contort in pleasure.

He brought his tongue to that spot just between her asshole and her pussy, and he slowly licked up to her clit, taking his time to feel every bit of flesh as he licked her. His tongue felt warm against her pussy, that crooked smile crossed her face as he licked her – it felt good. He moved his tongue back down her pussy and slide it into her as he made his way back down, he deep kissed her pussy and tongue fucked her for a moment, his tongue spread her pussy lips as it went into her, she could feel his chin against her pussy, his nose against her clit as his tongue stayed inside her moving up and down. She grabbed his bald head and pulled him against her pussy firmer as she began to gyrate.

Terrance’s cock had a mind of its own, and at this time of the morning after so many drinks it felt selfish, it didn’t want to share Rachel’s pussy with the tongue, Terrance was a slave to his cock. He withdrew his head from between her thighs, grabbed her by the hips and pulled her off the table; turned her around, bent her over, squatted down slightly, grabbed his cock in hand and slides it inside her. He enjoys fucking her in any position, but loves to see the way her ass spreads when he fucks her from the back, besides she enjoys having her ass slapped when he fucks her.

She arches her back and bends her knees slightly as she pushes back on his cock, her firm ass slapping against his pelvis, she looks back at him and smiles “you like that uh” she says “fuck yeah” he replies as he slaps her left butt cheek with his right hand. “Argghhh” she mutters as she bites her lower lip and looks back “hmmm, someone is enjoying themselves” she says. Terrance says nothing. He is too focused on her ass and how warm her pussy feels. He places both of his hands at the base of his back and thrust deep inside her pushing on his back with each thrust – he grabs onto her hips like the reins of a horse, his pelvis begins to slap against her ass harder and faster now, the sweat dripping off his body onto hers is making for stimulating sound effects. He slaps her ass in between several thrust, right cheek, left cheek, right cheek, left cheek. “Fuck me Terrance, uuuurggghhh, fuck me.” He can no longer focus on slapping her ass and pounding away at her pussy. “Yeah baby, I’m gonna cum in that pussy baby, I’m gonna cum in that.” “Yes, yes yes cum for me baby…Terrance, oh fuck, baby, I’m cumming baby.” “Oh shate, Oh fuck Rachel, fuck, fuck I’m cumming baby fffuuuuccckkkkk”

Rachel collapses on the table hands sprawled, and Terrance collapses on her back. They both climaxed, exhausted, sexual sated. He slings out of her pussy, drops to the floor, spent. Rachel joins him on the floor, rolls over to her side, Terrance rolls over pulls her into him, kisses her on the back and drifts off to sleep, Rachel takes his hands in hers, kisses his hand and follows him off to slumber.  

Sexcapades 2

It had been a few days since their last sexcapade, they had kept in touch but barely, the occasional text message and brief phone calls – just enough to let each other know hey I’m thinking about you. These lust struck paramours have been at this for some time now, they had almost perfected this dance – their habitual spontaneity had kept this fresh and exciting and showed no sign of letting up.  Terrance and Rachel were an odd pairing, but they worked, they knew how to push all of each other’s right and wrong buttons, they were a dangerous combination of love and lust – but a delicious and addictive combination all the same. The week was drawing to an end and Terrance was jonesing for a bit of Rachel.  

“Hey babes how are you doing, what are you up to?” He asked “Nothing baby, just home relaxing – feeling lazy” she replied. “So, what do you say to me picking up a bottle and some ice, and you bringing the cooler and cups and we go chill by the beach, have a few drinks and watch the sunset” he suggested. “That does not sound like a half bad plan at all. Should I meet you there or are you picking me up?” “We can roll in one car babes, yours or mine doesn't matter, we liming” he replied. “Ok cool, see you in a few” she said.

They arrived on the beach in her car, the weather was perfect – a few clouds over head, bright Caribbean sun over the horizon, seagulls circling above, clear water gently kissing the shore…picture perfect. She popped the boot of the car to get out the cooler and the blanket, that’s all they really needed, a blanket to sit, cups, ice alcohol, hours of meaningless but entertain conversation would follow the deeper down the bottle they got.

As the sunset and the alcohol level diminished the conversation went on, more entertaining and slightly more amorous and flirtatious – as dusk crept in it seemed to bring along with it a bit of mischief. Beach goers had left and they were all alone, nothing but twilight, a blanket, an empty bottle and lascivious thoughts. She leaned over to him and whispered “I’m not wearing panties.” He smiled devilishly knowing exactly what that meant. She looked at him, placed the tip of one finger in her mouth tilted her head smiled and said “Can I just sit on it?” Before he could say yes she began to undo his pants. Gosh! She was fumbling a bit, taking too much time – his cock was throbbing with anticipation of being inside her from the time she said she had no panties. Terrance interrupted her attempt at getting his pants off – he unfasten his belt and slide his pants just past his ass, now his cock was in full view. “Hmmm!” Rachel looked down at Terrance’s erect cock with much delight, and took it in her hand and stroked it gently. She got to her knees hiked up her boyfriend skirt, straddled him and moved on her knees till she was kneeling over his cock – between the alcohol and the thought of fucking out in the open she was every much aroused. She placed her cup in her mouth and held it with her teeth, with what was left of her drink, took his cock with her right hand and guided it to her anxious pussy, then slowly sat down on his cock feeling every bit of it slide into her. Her head tilted back in pleasure, as she took the last swig of her drink.

“Don’t move, I just want to feel you inside me” she said. He leaned back, his hands in the sand, and back braced against the cooler, and smiled up at her. She slowly started to move on his dick – rhythmic motions almost in sync with the ebb and flow of the waves gently hitting the shore. Rachel rocked a bit quicker now on his cock, damn it felt good, “sorry baby, I can’t just sit on it” she muttered. He certainly could not just sit there and be ridden, he liked active participation – Terrance began to rock his hip up so he could get deeper inside her. As she rocked her pelvis forward onto his, he thrust into her. She bit her lower lip and smiled crookedly at him “hmmm, that’s not fair, to me you weren't supposed to move” she whispered.  “I couldn't help it baby, you were having all the fun.”

Rachel’s movements became more vigorous, harder, faster, she put her arms on his shoulders – her pelvis jamming him harder and harder, the sound of moist flesh rubbing against each other becoming more prominent. “fuck, baby, I’m cumming baby…hmmmmmmmm” she climaxed with quiet intensity biting down on her lower lip hard. She remained on his dick, her pussy pulsing; intermittently she would tighten the inner walls of her pussy around his still erect cock. “Get up get up, I have an idea” she said with a tone of excitement and mischief. Terrance pulled up his pants as he stood up, she grabbed the cooler and dragged it across to the car; she placed it up against the front of the car. “Come, sit” she said to Terrance. Terrance had a slightly curious expression, what is she up to now. He sat on the cooler, rest his back against the car and placed his elbows on the hood of the car. “Take off your pants.”  Never a dull moment with this woman he thought, but of course he obliged. She straddled him and sat on his cock – she always enjoyed riding his cock, it allowed her to look down at his body and touch it as she rode him, she loved his body as much as she loved him.

She squatted on his cock, hmmm, man on cooler by the beach, me on his cock, interesting she thought. Rachel raised herself slightly off his cock, she wanted him to look at it disappear into that pussy he loved so much. She knew watching her fuck him turned him on. She sank back down onto his dick and Terrance let out a moan of pleasure – she slowly came back up, till all that was inside her was the head of his throbbing cock, she stayed there for a bit and began to gyrate on his cock head. Good lawd! That sensation sent shivers down his spine and caused his balls to constrict just a bit. Fuck this woman knows how to fuck me he thought.

Rachel placed her hands against Terrance’s chest, arched her back slightly and slowly sank back on his cock till her pelvis was pressed firmly against his. She came back up his cock quickly and back down again, she was truly riding him like a jokey riding a thoroughbred stallion – up and down his cock she moved with focused intent, one mission, make him explode inside of her.  Coolers were not designed for sex, but the improvised use was not bad at all, Terrance involuntarily began to slide off the cooler with every intense thrust of Rachel’s pelvis, he could not be bothered to re-position himself because it felt too good. “Baby you comfortable” she asked “Yeah baby I’m good” he replied. By this time his elbow was off the hood and barely on the cooler, his head was on the car and his ass was practically off the cooler.

“Wait, stop” Rachel said “why what happen” he asked.” “A vehicle is coming” The high beam of the oncoming vehicle shone in their direction. Rachel dismounted Terrance quickly, pulled down her skirt and stood up – Terrance brought his pants up and fastened it quickly. She sat on the hood of the car, while Terrance stood in front her; they embrace each other and pretended to be in intimate conversation. The vehicle continued away from them. As it faded, Terrance began kissing Rachel intensely; his cock had never gone flaccid while they waited to see where the vehicle was headed. He spun Rachel around, bent her onto the hood of the car, hiked up her skirt and spread her legs open – he took his cock in his hand rubbed it up and down her wet pussy and shoved it in deep and hard. She let out a sound somewhere between pleasure and pain, anticipation and surprise. Terrance began pounding away at her pussy like he had not just had it a few seconds ago, like she had been rationing the pussy and all he wanted to do now was fuck her senseless and buss a nut. He gripped her hips firmly with both hands and pulled her back on his cock hard as he thrust his pelvis forward. She felt it deep, it felt good, but she could not let out the scream of ecstasy she wanted to, so she bit down on her lip. Faster and harder he pushed and pulled her away sinking his cock deep inside her every time he pulled her to him. His jooks and thrust got harder and faster, he gripped her hips tighter, dropped his head back and looked up at the night sky, mouth opened in pleasure and he sank deep into her pussy. Terrance’s body began to terrible, Rachel could feel his cock getting harder, she knew what that meant, she began to push back on his cock, with every pull at her hip she pushed back on his cock sinking it deeper still. “fuck baby, fuck fuck ooooooooooohhhhhhhh.” His cum shot out of him into her wet pussy as he gripped her hips with the same intensity of his orgasm – he felt his balls shrivel as his cock spasm releasing every drop of his cum into her. “Ah fuck!” “That was fucking good.” He collapsed onto Rachel’s back. “Fucking awesome” she said. “So now that we've fucked, drank all the rum and we’re not drunk what next” Rachel asked. Terrance slowly withdrew from her pussy, pulled up his pants, looked at her, smiled and replied “next lime.” 

Eyelids

Sometimes what we see when we close our eyes is some much more comforting than what is right before our opened eyes. Close eyes help you disappear for a moment and forget the ugly out there. Create your perfect world behind your eyelids; take away all struggles, all disappointment. Sometimes, just lying there with your eyes close is all you can do to not face what waits for you when they’re open. Today is one of those days when I wanted to hide behind my eyelids. 

Sexcapades

Warm brown skins envelope each other in an intimate embrace – cool breeze from the old metal fan blows over their bare skin on a hot summer day, rays of sunlight peering through the curtains gently kissing their flesh. She brings her right hand to his chest, while her head rest against her hand, her left hand holding him close – he combs through her hair with his fingers as he gazes down at her, pass her back, to the site of her naked round ass. The site of her bare skin and her warm breath on his chest pleasures him – his thoughts are followed quickly by a surge of blood to his flaccid prick. She feels him pulse on her stomach. “Someone wants some” she says, smiling devilishly, “maybe” he replies.

She snakes down to his stomach and lets her hands wander about him for a moment, he pulses again, she smiles – lowers her head and kisses the head of his cock. Eyes closed he feels the warmth of her lips on his cock and anticipates what’s to come next. She snakes lower still and takes more of him into her mouth. He exhales as he feels her lips slide down his cock into her mouth – warm and wet. She moves back up his cock till it is out her mouth, then she looks up at him, she repositions herself so she can lick him. Slowly, she moves down the length of his cock licking every inch down to his balls and back up, he likes that, she knows it, she likes the way he squirms when she does that. She takes his cock in her hands and spits of it – warm slimy saliva drips down his cock, he digs his nails into her back – she brings her mouth back to his cock and slides down his cock, nice and sloppy, she brings her mouth back to the top and spits on his cock once again – he loves sloppy blow jobs, she knows her man, she knows what freaky buttons to push.

This fucking blow job feels good – he has never really been a fan of blow jobs, it’s one of his least arousing sexual acts to him, but something about a sloppy blow jobs turns him the fuck on, and she knows just how he likes it, the sloppier and greedier the better. Just for a little more pleasure, she reaches up to his nipples as his cock is deep in her mouth, she fondles them – each stroke of his nipples in sync with her strokes on his cock. God he wants to explode. She can feel his cock getting harder in her mouth, it feels good and it excites her. She evicts his cock from her mouth. “Someone said something about licking me” she whispers sensuously. “I certainly would not want to renege on my word” he replies. In a feline like motion she crawls over him, as he worms down – she’s on her back and spread eagle in short time.

The thought of his lips and tongue all over and in her cunt excites him. He brings his tongue to her clit and flickers his tongue over it – quickly then slowly, intermittently bringing his lips to her clit, kissing it deeply as he sucks her clit. Like a cold drink sweating he slides his tongue down each wet pussy lip and back up, sliding his tongue ever so gently into her pussy, tasting every drop of her arousal. She tastes delicious. He deep kisses her pussy – like a lover who has been dearly missed. With passionate intent, he continues to lick and suck her pussy, thrusting his tongue deeper into her, breathing heavily with each stroke, each feverish flicker of his tongue on her clit. It feels good, taste even better. Her clit becomes engorged as his licking and sucking intensifies, she begins to rock her hip in rhythm with his strokes, faster and faster – she grabs onto his head and presses it firmly against her clit as she begins to rock her hip faster still, he can barely breathe, but he can’t stop now, he can feel her about to climax – he goes at her pussy like a prisoner who has not had a decent meal in a decade. Both her hands grip his head firmly between her legs as she fucks his face. Her grip gets tighter, her movements hasten, her legs begin to shake, yes, he can feel it, no time to breathe now, no time to let up – make her fucking cum hard he thinks. “Fuck baby, baby, I’m cumming baby, I’m cumming baby, oh fuck oh fuck fuck fuck fuck baby…aaaarrrrrrggggghhhhhh!” She tries to catch her breath, her breathing slows – in a stuttering voice says “wwhh-y don’t weh weh we do this more more often?” With a look of satisfaction painted in cum on his face, he replies “because as soon as I start you tell me stop and come fuck you.” “Oh yes, that’s true, we need to put this back on the menu though” she says.

Content with himself, he crawls over her and kisses her, her cum fresh on his breath and coating his beard. “So that’s what I taste like huh” she says, he smiles and presses his throbbing cock against her pussy – still very sensitive to the touch and dripping wet. This is not exactly a dry hump, he’s teasing her, and she’s enjoying every moment of it. She bites her lower lips, arches her back and stretches her hands above her head – she’s ready for more, he brings his hand to his cock, grabbing it firmly, then brings it to the base of her pussy, he slides his cock up slowly over her pussy up to her clit and slowly fondles her clit with the head of his cock – she purrs. He brings his cock back down slowly, feeling her anticipation – he slides his cock into her, one inch at a time – making sure she feels every curve of every vein running along his cock, he slides till he is balls deep in her pussy. “Wanna play stick it?” he ask, she moans, “to me that’s not the time for stick it” she replies. He withdraws his cock slowly till all that’s left in her pussy is the head – he begins to gyrate in her like lovers dancing to a slow song like only Caribbean people do, she groans, he smiles and sinks his cock back in, “oh god your pussy feels warm.” He cocks his head back as he feels his cock covered in her warm moist pussy – he’s as deep as he could be in her, but it feels so good he tries to go even deeper.

One pussy should not feel so good. She begins to move beneath him, moving to his rhythm, thrusting her hips up to him with every stroke, he leans in and kisses her passionately, she wraps her hands around him, returns his kiss, hungrily massaging his tongue with hers, moving even more vigorously. He follows her lead and begins to fuck her faster – she reaches down to his ass and digs her nails in as she pulls him deeper and harder into her. The intensity of the fuck is growing, he pulls away from her lips – places one hand around her throat and begins to squeeze as he thrust his cock deeper and harder into her. He can see the vein running down the side of her neck become engorged and she begins to gasp as he fucks her harder and faster, she can barely get a word out, but she tugs on his ass even harder and faster, he begins to feel her pussy tighten around his cock – geez that feels good. “fuccccckkkkk baby aaaaaarrrrrgggghhhh” she screams, barely. Fuck, he loves to see her cum.

Callapoodoedoe! Is a term she introduced to him, and that’s what he just gave her. But he is almost as insatiable as she is, besides, he has yet to cum, and the only thing he loves more than making her cum, is cumming himself. Still erect in her pussy, he begins to move again. He spreads her lovely thick thighs as wide as he could and places his hands on them to keep them nice and open so he could watch his cock disappear into her pussy – fuck that looks good. He wants her to feel him so deep inside her that after they are done fucking she will feel him for hours. The strokes become longer, deeper – he draws his cock out slowly and spits on it, fuck the sloppier and wetter the better, something about the sound of hard cock hitting wet pussy turns him the fuck on. She lets out a moan, she likes it when he is nasty. He removes his hands from her thighs and brings them together and straight up – he wraps a hand around them hugging her lovely thighs tightly and holds her them against his chest, he continues to lose himself in her, each stroke becoming even more intense. “Are we having one of your marathon sessions” she says with a smile of satisfaction. “I don’t know, maybe” he replies. He is content to fuck her for whatever length of time, because short or long, it’s always good.

He rocks her up slightly so that her ass is elevated from the bed and he can enter her even deeper, he is now over her in a push-up position – she loves it when he does that, he feels so deep in her pussy and hits that spot that makes the fuck even sweeter. He’s deep, he can feel his cock hitting something inside her, he doesn’t know what and he doesn’t care – all he knows is every time he hits it there is an expression of ecstasy on her face. Pleasing her excites him; he begins to pound harder and faster, hitting her spot in rapid succession. Beads of sweat run off his body and onto her, she reaches up with both hands and begins to play with his nipples, damn it, his weak spot, he groans and begins to fuck her even harder, she makes a sound somewhere between pleasure and pain. His strokes get deeper, harder, faster, she can feel his cock getting harder, the veins on his cock begin to pulse, she fondles his nipples even faster – she feels him, “fuck me baby” these three hyper-erotic words sound so sweet to his ears, “fuck me, fuck me” she says again “oh fuck baby, baby, I, aaaaaahhhhhhhh” he blurts out as his body trembles, every ounce of him following out as he collapses onto to her sweaty body.

Spent, but sated his breathing begins to slow, he musters the energy to lift his head and mutters to her “Cocoonapoodoedoe!”