I was your fairy princess,
Dressed in pink and lace.
Granting you three wishes,
My lips, my ass, my face.

Your good little fairy, you assured me
As so quickly I became,
You fucked my face heartily,
Your moans beget my name.

The base of your cock,
Was clamped tightly in my lips,
The gag of my throat massaging you,
As you thrust forth with eager hips.

Your fingers traveled down my body,
In search of the liquid heat,
Needing a place to probe and play,
As you gagged me with your meat.

My moans massaged your cock,
As your fingers probed my slick, wet hole.
My head became your plaything,
My pussy, under your complete control.

The heat began to roll through me,
The need to scream pulled my muscles tight,
My mouth so full of your probing cock,
My mind was soaring, caught up in flight.

Sated from the cum, I fell limp across your chest,
Nursing the cock still lodged tightly in my throat
My pussy lay before you, open wet and waiting,
Your tongue kissed into me, as my mind continued to float.

And I thought of nothing but the pleasure,
As the cum called to me from deep inside,
I shifted and took possession of your cock,
And rode headlong into the abyss of pleasure
You always, so willingly provide.

The heat between us in the midst of desire,
Is hotter than the blazing fires on the sun,
But when our bodies come to rest,
And our chests press against each other,
You heart, beating with mine, tells me all.
You are my lover, my precious love.
You are the only one.

Two for the price of one...

First read it this way...
Imagine your lover, a warm embrace
That quickly turns into a deep, need filled kiss...


Your lips delicately kissing my lips,
Your tongue, seeking the very core of me.
Your mouth drinking in my lust,
My desire, flowing hot, flowing free.


Now think about eating her pussy,
And read it again...

Your lips delicately kissing my lips,
Your tongue, seeking the very core of me.
Your mouth drinking in my lust,
My desire, flowing hot, flowing free.

A simple rant...

I dial seven numbers.
I listen to four rings.
I then have my intelligence insulted.

I hate that!

Here...let me make it a little clearer...

"Hi. You have reached "Enter name here". I cannot answer my phone right now. (duh.) Please leave your name, number and..blah...blah..blah after the beep."

How long have answering machines been around? A while, right? Do I really need instructions?

If I wasn't too lazy to record a personal message on my phone, it would sound like this...

"Hi. You've reached Brandy and I won't insult your intelligence on telling you what to do next."...beeeeep.

Your mouth below me,
Licking me, loving me,
Savoring the sweetness of me.
You beg me to please myself,
Your tongue dancing with my clit.
The pleasure overtakes me,
I think nothing but the lust,
I grind against you greedily.
Building the heat,
Wanting the explosion.
Moans of desire fill the air.
My hands grasp your head,
As I ride headlong into the abyss.
Your mouth covers me,
And you take what is yours.
Devouring my lust for you.

I want to spend the evening on a blanket,
In a field,
Looking for shooting stars.
Kisses will follow.
The need to touch will be intense.
No access below clothing will be allowed.
Want will become overwhelming,
The ride home will seem long.
Our bodies will sigh in relief,
As they touch completely,
Under a shower of hot water.
And want will become need,
As we head for the bedroom,
And add stars of our own to the constellations .

Buried deep inside me,
Your body ungulates with mine.
You feel the muscles grip you,
Massage you,
Become part of you.
You feel the pleasure
As it ebbs and flows.
Our mouths feed on each other,
Breathing in the moans,
Our tongues become lost,
The taste of two mouths combined,
Intoxicating.
As our skin melds together,
And the heat of one orgasm,
Pleases two.

We dance the dance of lust,
Hips thrusting, bodies shaking.
Lips savoring of the greed.
Devouring the aching.
Taking what is given,
And giving all our soul,
As we satisfy the need.

I spoke to the stars last night as if they were my friends,
And watched as they forged their paths across the open sky.
My mind was enthralled with the colors that sparkled from within.
Did the red reflect their passion?
What was between the hues of blue and green?
Are they content to just twinkle in the glorious wonder of the sky?
Or do they want more?

I sat on the porch tonight, taking a look at myself.
These are a few of the things that I realized.

I would prefer to sit in a field on a blanket
With nothing more to do than watch the clouds go by,
Than to attend any of the worlds most exciting events.

I see more beauty in the sky's colors at dawn and dusk,
Than any expensive material things.

Friend is a title very few people deserve in my life,
I believe true friendship shows in your comfort with silence.

I believe love is something three words cannot describe,
Love is something you feel, something you know.

I believe in sacrificing unselfishly for my child.
There will never be anything more important to me, in life, than my child.

I realized I am comfortable with myself,
I am happy with who I am.

Tonight I smiled.