Crushing on...The Prologue

Given that the love holiday is quickly approaching, I thought I'd contribute. There is no particular Valentine to speak of in my life right now, but it doesn't stop me from daydreaming. The thought of a crush makes me feel giddy, brand new. Alicia Keys spoke of the feelings in her song "Teenage Love Affair". You see them walk through the door and the butterflies start to flutter in your stomach. You don't understand it at first, but soon you quickly give in to its hypnotic trance. What is a crush? To me, a crush is an attraction for someone that is strong even though your knowledge of them is not vast.

The crush ingredients are:

cup full of chemistry

dash of sensual animalistic tendencies

a pinch of infatuation

a quart of mysterious wonders

loads of passionate lust

with a tablespoon of love (add more, according to taste)

This is one of those relationships where you only need a subject and lots of imagination. Almost the same as masturbating with visual stimulation, but way more intense. This person may dance, play and make you scream in your dreams, but they also occupy a special space in your mind beyond the physical needs. The private space is set aside for future relationship wild card plays. You have much in common. Their subtle actions race in your mind for miles. What can I say? Overall, it's a good feeling. No hard feelings, only playful possibilities waiting for you to partake in a play-play relationship all in your mind. You can let your creativity run wild while wearing many hats such as.....creator, writer, producer, director, editor... the HNIC!!! Can't get no better than that...Owww!

Wanna know who I'm crushing on?! Read on to my upcoming installmentsss. Real men...Almond is Crushing on... Yes, that is the other positive..you can have as many crushes you like. No limit in fantasy, right?! ;)

"Crushing on...Poetry" coming soon...

Over the Edge

While watching porn this morning I realized there is a point where a serious transition takes place. Let me explain. I don't get a lot of time to watch porn. So when I do, I usually have the whole apartment to myself. While fully clothed I feel this builds up barriers causing more of a sexual animalistic attack. In my opinion, what is the fun in starting off butt naked. See, it's about building the heat, the juice, the erectness of nipples... clitoris ..wait... *whew* Ladies, you know how it is when your erect nipples start to rub up against your bra...or when your good girl juices are like a cup filled to the brim. Any movement, shift, squirm will cause spillage. I feel the same way with sex. Lingerie has purpose; it gives us the tools to tease and only when the time is right we allow ourselves/him/she to peel back the layers to feast. I think I've had the best sex right after work. Fully clothed...walk into the room not knowing he is behind me taking off his shirt. I turn around to meet his embrace and he goes at my clothes..YES! The anticipation builds during the falling clothes session...INTENSE!!!

What takes me over the edge? The little overlooked transitions...like those times when he slowly peels my thongs off running them down my leg TO me spread eagle. Or while watching porn, she is so into it that she can't help but play with her clit while he strokes her pussy deeply. I can tell when women are into the sex; porn for me is all about the chemistry the realness. I see her Clit Play cravings before it even happens. When she goes for hers, I go for mine. The button...zipper....jeans...panty situation makes that much more intense. You should see me scrambling trying to get at it..lol...looking like I'm starving. How about when we start to clinch up and he can feel you grip on his dick telling him climax is here and then he says aggressively, "cum on that dick!" OMG!!! See, that right there takes me...OVER THE EDGE. So I just love the SWEET troubles and STEAMY stumbling blocks that sexual foreplay and flirting create while trying to get to the pleasure peaks. You will never understand how empowering it is for us to watch your facial expressions of anticipation when we slide to our knees and go for the belt buckle. PRICELESS! OHHHH..YES..there is sexual power in the act. Other transitions that do it for me...when he's down there feasting on me..from the last wet lick TO seeing him lift up to the slow dip. Or when he is on top and it's almost like he read your mind because he lifts up that left leg and goes stronger, deeper, longer. YEP! GONE...over the edge. These plateaus we reach just send us inches closer to the ultimate peak. Like climbing a mountain with many obstacles; you almost reach the top only to slide back down. Same with sex. You flirt, tease sending each other closer and closer to climax only to calm the heat and then do it all over again...UNTIL...the top of the mountain SCREAMING victory.

Speak on the pleasure peaks, juicy transitions & slippery plateaus that take you over the edge....

What's up with the above picture??? Yes, the picture above is pretty old. I use it only because my facial expression is dead on to how I feel right now .... hurting from this sexual TENSION! lol So you are probably thinking...GO AND GET IT IN!!!.. Yes, getting sex is not an obstacle for me (not bragging) ..... thing is...

I'm relishing in the most beautiful slippery plateau....ABSTINENCE!!!!

Sorry yall I woke up this way..... :)

Cravings

I crave him like a weed head craves a blunt. His font style always leaves me intrigued wanting to be taken anywhere he would have me. Once I heard his voice I knew I had to have me some vanilla cream filled man-ness that is packaged in thickness. While listening to him share an intimate moment with me that he was having with thickness, I was panting on the other end dipping my fingers in my playing field. Drooling even dripping.. "His intelligent dicktion laced in erotic fiction will be made into a true story", said by my cravings. Many have craved me but I can't think of one that I've wanted so badly that my pussy starts talking to me when his IM dialog pops up on the screen. Without even touching me or even laying his eyes on me in person, he controls me and my good girl Almondie. He is the very anomaly that had me running scared from the scene, trying to control my inner sex crazed alter ego. I dodge, bob and weave juicy conversations and interactions that I know could end badly..but leave us both steaming dripping with lust fulfilled fantasies. As much as I know we should stop things here I can't help coming back for more ammunition to fuel this soon to come fuck session. Here is the story of our first face to face consultation...is you will..lol .

My nipples are so hard that they hurt from thinking about him all day. Thoughts of sucking his bottom lip leave me amazed, because I don't even do the kissing thing much. But, if you saw his juicy lips, you would be day dreaming about hovering over them with your pussy lips trying to give them a kiss. I can stare at them all day. His mind was already the instigator of this lust fest. This little coffee date is building up anxiousness in me. Just the thought of his mind and those lips working together will bring me near climaxing. Pictures do him no justice. When he hugged me I sniffed his scent and I can already smell our scent intertwining making a beautiful recipe that will fill a room in the near future. I lead him to our seat and notice something that I didn't see in pictures. His eyes are piercing. Am I just horny or can I literally see his cravings for me looking back at me?! This man is dressed conservatively, but I know he is freaky and needs me to let it show. Mmmmm...just the thought of unclothing him, peeling off the facade he shows and getting down to the meat of his thickness has me pressing my thighs together. This is the only way I can control my juice flow. Maybe wearing thongs was a bad choice today especially in this skirt. There is not much cloth to catch the rain causing stains. We talk about many things. He didn't know I was fighting my inner bad girl, staring at his lips. And did I mention his hands. Oh my..these hands look strong and long. I'm sure he can tame me, put me in line with one tap on the ass, his wish is my command. Yes, he can have his way with me. Lay me, position me, fuck me, tease me, taste me, spread me, talk shit to me, punish me, spank me, lick me, slurp me, suck me, dip in me for a treat..please baby *sigh* Wait I just blacked out..back to the coffee shop.

We didn't want to leave unless we were heading to a scene where we could make our dreams a reality. He suddenly leaned over to me whispering naughty things in my ear making my clit jump in delight. I think she responses to the sound of his voice. I don't even have control of her right now. I cross my legs trying to put her in her place...but she keeps peeking out moving around. "down girl, down girl", I say. While he feeds me chocolate chip cookies, I close my eyes envisioning the sweetness from the chocolate is really his creamy leakage. "I'm gonna fuck him", Almondie says. Then he tells me to give him my hand and he placed it on his pants, where his friend was laying, ready to be revealed, licked and teased. 'Thickness' I will call him. The tip is so warm; this confirms that the leakage is causing moisture to seep out. I can't take no more..and plus I have to go. He walks me to the train. Without a warning he plants a kiss on me that made my eyes close, my good girl purr, and my mouth water. He sucked my lips dipping his tongue, pulling me in. The sweetness from his bottom lip, I continued to lick off my lips as I walked away leaving him in the worse way. Hard, longing, craving, leaking...until next time we play.

The Third Eye

He oils up my ass rubbing it down with baby oil, copping a feel every now and then as I lay in the face down ass up position. He is a photographer by day and night the freak comes out to play in between shots. While coaching me, lifting me, spreading me in photo shots like plots, it seemed his chocolate stick wanted to pop out to get a sneak peek. My g-string made it easy for him to get juicy lip captures. In his lounge corner he instructed me to lay on my back, open my legs and play with myself. I prop up my pink heels to open up and let his third eye see me tickle my good girl. Overtaken by my clits appearance he put down the camera to wet his finger tips to tease her with the wetness. My breathing became increasingly heavy; my back began to curl with every light wet touch. Once he inserted his fingers I was ready. He finds my g-spot with ease. Looking down at him gazing at me he says, “I can fuck you in many ways”. Rocking against his fingers allowing them to invade the inside of my wet pool; there is an explosion erupting. My juices shoot all over his fingers creaming them until they are sticky.

He pulls up a nearby stool for me to ride him on, so I thought, but he told me to turn around and get on my knees on his photo ottoman. With one of my legs on the floor, and the other on the ottoman, he pulled me into him in the sit down position. Steady rocking the stool while I get leverage on the wall giving it back to him. I love when he grabs my waist and pulls me back to him, because I keep trying to get away. Not because it’s not good, because I don’t want to scream and disturb the neighbors I think they have kids. After we play rock chair doggy style stool work, he squats behind me. He rides my ass while pulling my hair like controlling the reins on a horse.

Finish it for me guys/gals..

Erections vs. Wetness

Is there a name for the love of making erections sprout from my essence? I love how embarassed he gets from not being able to conceal his reactions to my sensual seduction. His legs sway back and forth in anxious anticipation. The thought of dipping into a dark mind blowing hole of wetness with his eyes closed makes his bar grow warming his inner thigh. His veins are plumpy pulsating making him spit creamy leaks wetting his boxer briefs. He squirms as he tries to gain control of his magic wand yearning to cast spells. He licks his lips while watching her breast sway as she approaches him. As she whispers in his ear her desires to ride him, his stick leaps. Mmmmm...let me see.

Her arousal is not easily hidden either. Her lips swell engulfing her button as she grows. The juice on her mountain peak of wetness bless her panty line. She switches positions in her seat trying to calm down. The steam from her dewy wet place gives off a strong aroma that drives his senses crazy. Hardened nipples rub up against her padded bra stimilating it more. Envisioning the hardness behind his zipper makes her sweat... glisten. She pants...while fanning herself. Oh, she complains of the weather because the tempature is rising. So, you are thinking you still can't see her arousal...just wait until she gets up. Yep' there you have it her clothes are sticking to her.