Author: Admin
I live…
It’s been an interesting year for me… full of joys, hurts, laughter and tears. It’s so easy for us to fall into patterns and habits that keep us stagnant… our minds numb… our bodies immobile. No personal growth, no spiritual growth no mental advancement. Just the endless drone of a life unfulfilled.
Five years ago I looked in the mirror and didn’t like the person staring back at me. So I changed my life, became quieter, kinder, more considerate of others and a peace maker. Where in the past I was ready willing and able to help MY PEOPLE I was now ready, willing, and able to help anyone. I left my predisposition for violent tendencies in the dust… I worked on ceasing my strong propensity to REACT in a major way… and I decided to… just BE HAPPY.
Interesting… when folks ask, “Is the glass half empty or half full?” MY answer is always “Depends on whether you’re thirsty or not.” Some brand my lack of that CLASSIC ‘half full’ answer as PESSIMISM.
When I assess a situation and give a REALISTIC perspective… one derived from taking into consideration: the people, the behaviors, the patterns and the histories involved… the lack of a HOPEFUL warm and fuzzy response (given the afore-mentioned parameters) gets me labeled NEGATIVE.
Actually taking time to THINK about life, a future, and a plan… has people thinking I am not spontaneous and ‘too serious’.
Stepping out on faith in my world is a communion with my God and Myself… He knows my heart, he lives in my spirit and he knows the outcome of all things. I am aware blessings come on God’s time… I pray for the wisdom to see them… I pray for the strength to meet the challenges they may pose and I pray for the good sense to appreciate them. Sometimes when we pray… the best answer God gives us is… “NO!”… hard to swallow and harder to understand… but still a blessing in its own right.
There will always be someone judging you. Whether you drink, smoke, or sex your life away… whether you are a size zero or a size 32… whether you are black, white, yellow or red… male or female… gay, bi, bi-curious, or straight… none of it matters… none of it validates you. There will ALWAYS be an empty person who has chosen to sit on a high horse they have built for themselves… that will pass precious time (they will never get back) on all of those IRRELEVANT judgments of YOU.
Last night my mother asked me… “If you looked back on this year… would you be satisfied? Did you appreciate your blessings? Were you good to people? Were you good to the ones you love best? Has this been time well spent? Are you at peace with the woman you’ve become? Are you proud of the life you have built? Are you at peace with the life you have lived?
My answer to Dear old MOM…
2013? Hmmm… the places I’ve been:
- Winston-Salem NC
- Ashville NC
- Atlantic City NJ
- Philadelphia PA
- Cleveland OH
- Aruba
- Grand Cayman
- Limon Costa Rica
- Cartagena Columbia
- Panama
My Personal Failures:
- I’ve been lied to
- Had my heart broken
- Been disrespected
- Set up for humiliation
- Experienced the death of important friendships
- Learned the terms ‘FRIEND’ and ‘LOVE’ can be made profane
My Personal Successes:
- I’ve lost 64 lbs. (and still going)
- Gone Parasailing
- Gone White Water Rafting
- Signed up for my course study (classes start in November) to become a Certified:
- Life Coach
- Business Coach
- Relationship/Bereavement Coach
- Made great new friends
- Gotten a promotion at work
- Re-launched my blog
- Participated in the NYC AIDS WALK
- Fallen in love
The things I’ve planned:
- Sky Diving
- Kayaking
- River Tubing
- Zip Lining
- Re-Launch of my online magazine
- Finish the BOOK I’m writing
- Work with Habitat for Humanity
- Finish Credit Repair
- Move (hopefully buying a house looking into it now)
- Become Certified Life Coach
- Go to London, Paris, Amsterdam
- Sign up for culinary courses
Seriously? I’ve come a long way from the person I was and I struggle to be the woman God intended. I struggle… every day. I’ve mourned my losses… I grieve… and I hold my blessings close… saturate myself in them and appreciate them.
Perfection is DIVINE. I am a reflection of my God… flawed, gifted, and beautiful… and Baby… I’LL NEVER BE PERFECT.
We only have one life to live… this is mine.
– Nova
Word Play …
Last night I whispered sweet nothings to my babe… and she whispered back.
An ever changing love letter… we recite every night.
She comes for me in the dark… and I come for her in the light…
We move and flow… in a constant state of word play…
That has us cumming… over… and over… and over… again.
If ‘love is a battlefield’…
We are an army of untrained and unarmored misfits.
Not qualified to fight in this war.
This morning she whispered sweet nothings to me… and I whispered back.
An ever changing love letter… we recite… every day.
I come for her in the day… and she comes for me in the night…
We flow and move… in a constant state of word play…
That has us cumming… over… and over… and over… again.
If ‘love is a battlefield’…
We are an army of untrained and unarmored misfits.
Not qualified to fight in this war.
Last night I whispered sweet nothings to my babe… and she whispered back.
This morning she whispered sweet nothings to me… and I whispered back.
An ever changing love letter… we recite… every day…
We recite… every night.
She comes for me in the dark… and I come for her in the light…
I come for her in the day… and she comes for me in the night…
We move and flow… in a constant state of word play…
That has us cumming… over… and over… and over… again.
In Love.
– Nova
Take it and RUN…
Tragedy comes in many forms…
There is no greater tragedy than a love ‘unrealized’…
That love that was poetry… and real…
“Yeah… I could have been happy”.
Choose to be happy.
When God hands you a ‘blessing’… do you accept it?
Appreciate it?
Or… do you think You know better than Creation?
Of course…
Your choices are your own…
Do you choose chaos?
Or to be blessed?
Choose to be blessed.
Sadness comes in many forms…
There is no greater sadness than a love ‘abused’ …
That love that was epic and true…
“Yeah… we could have been happy”
Take the plunge and love her…
Love her well.
When God hands you a ‘blessing’… TAKE IT and RUN!
Accepting His gifts is a part of life.
You don’t KNOW better than Creation…
You ARE creation…
God’s personal canvas…
His unfinished art…
And he waits for you to complete yourself…
With LOVE….
Your choices are your own…
Do you choose expectation?
Or do you choose love?
Choose LOVE.
– Nova
Still Learning…
As women we tend to take on the battles of our loved ones as though they are our own. The need to nurture and protect that comes naturally to us is exposed to everyone… Nature’s worst kept secret.
As a result we are left open and vulnerable to the ones we care for. We listen as they tell us personal horror stories about things ‘done’ to them. We become offended on their behalf. Anger is bred where there was none before and then it begins… the urge to defend and protect. Making it easy to get wrapped up in a loved one’s drama…
“I can’t believe you think that about my friend…”
“Don’t mess with my man…”
“She had no reason to do this…”
“He had no right to say that…”
“They come for you… they have to go through me first…”
Funny how the very LAST thing to occur to us is what our loved one may have done to bring the events upon themselves.
What kind of Karma have they earned?
What type of person is this individual outside of the persona they have built for us?
What type of person is this individual outside of the bubble we have built for them?
How do they treat men?
Do they have respect for women?
Do they play nice with others?
Does doing the right thing ever occur to them?
Is he really that oblivious?
Is she really evil deep down in her spirit?
Are they just that clueless?
Which face… which act… is the REAL face… the GENUINE act?
Defending those we love is the easiest thing in the world… it comes naturally.
That defense puts all of our energy into keeping the perceived danger at bay…
Slapping down the immediate threat…
Squashing anyone who would dare insult, ridicule, hurt, or harm someone we care for…
Leaving us open to whatever harm may be directed at us… from the very person we are working to protect.
I can spend time trying to figure out if some people I’ve invested in are the walking embodiment of EVIL… instead I choose to shrug and say… “I refuse to step into the void with you.”
An Unknown Author wrote: Isn’t it ironic? We IGNORE those who adore us… ADORE those who ignore us…. HURT those who love us… and LOVE those who hurt us.
Is this really the secret nature of people? I’m confused.
The concept of: ‘treating others the way you wish to be treated…’ is that real? Or BS someone came up with to sell a T-Shirt?
The ideal of: ‘Say what you mean… and mean what you say…’ a personal truth or just a catchy turn of phrase?
Allan Roberts said: “You always hurt the one you love”
A variation of the American Wiccan Rede; “Do what you will… so long as it harms none”
We all grew up hearing the story about the wolf in sheep’s clothing…
What they didn’t tell us:
That wolf is just passing through… and will move on after its meal. The REAL danger comes from the familiar… the KNOWN not the UNKNOWN. The long term damage will always come from our fellow sheep. I guess part of being a grown up is learning to be watchful for the wolf… and separate yourself from the sheep.
It’s amazing how the word ‘friendship’ can mean so many different things to so many different people. We don’t want to seem pessimistic by running around telling everyone to watch their backs yet I’ve learned four simple truths:
1 The one that is quick to point out how negative someone else is… is secretly the most negative person in the room.
2 The one constantly questioning your motives… is usually the one doing the dirt.
3 The one everyone begs you to stay away from… is probably the one you need to RUN AWAY from.
4 The one quick to point out a flaw in another person…”too short… too dark… too fat… too ugly…” is usually the one with the least amount of love for themselves.
As humans we tend to forget that everyone’s life path is their own. While we can walk with them… view their progress from the sidelines or leave them to their journey… we should but rarely remember our path is our own.
Choosing to walk with a loved one does not make THEIR destination YOUR destination.
Choosing to walk with a loved one does not mean the lessons designed for THEM must be learned by YOU.
Choosing to walk with a loved one does not make YOU valuable or necessary in THEIR life.
Not all offers of friendship are genuine.
Apparently for some… they hurt the ones they love… AND the ones they don’t give a fuck about IN EQUAL MEASURE.
Does it really matter which one you are to them?
Some just have a NEED to BE hurtful…
Some reel you in… inspired to wreck havoc on your life and on your peace of mind….
I have no interest in being a victim.
I’ll figure it out…
The world is full of predators.
What does it take to recognize this in a person?
*shrugs*
I’m STILL learning…
– Nova
Pa Pè Anyen…
Smoke rises…
Darkness falls…
She is silent… observant…
Her body moves in shadow… slow… and with purpose…
In rhythm with her stride she hums a soft tune… low… and melodious…
The sound dreams are made of…
There are things that go bump in the night…
They slide over the ground… watchful…
They move sinuous… restless… and with malicious intent…
Doubt… Envy… Anger… Fear…
The things failure is made of…
But she remains fearless…
Forging her own path… untouched by chaos…
Led by an inner light…
Smoke rises…
Silent… observant…
Darkness falls…
A soldier…
The sun will shine again…
Her mind is set… her plan in motion…
Tonight she moves in shadow… slow… and with purpose…
In rhythm with her stride she hums a soft tune… low… and melodious…
The sound dreams are made of…
There are things that go bump in the night…
They slide over the ground… watchful…
They move sinuous… restless… and with malicious intent…
Doubt… Envy… Anger… Fear…
The things failure is made of…
Yet she is fearless…
Forging her own path…
Calm and resolute through madness…
Led by an inner light…
A warrior…
– Nova
For Draka Hunt
Umm… ok… THIS is different…
She stated calmly… and plainly…
“You’ve been up since 5AM…
that’s a long day…
I know you’d be tired when you get home…
so allow me to take care of you…”
Now THOSE are definitely words I’ve never heard before.
Say it again…
*whispers* ” I like it” lol
– Nova
I Got Over Myself…
(Response to my ‘Get Over Yourself’ posted 4/11/11’)
So I said:
• Stop making quality women pay for the mistakes of the useless women YOU picked.
• Stop complaining about the abuse you sign up for and allow.
• Stop making quality women jump through hoops to prove themselves to you. Don’t ask for things you are incapable of giving.
You want a quality woman? Make sure YOU deserve her first.
Yet I here is what I did… more than once.
• I viewed women of questionable character favorably because I cared about them. Their actual quality played no part… some were rubbish… others corn fed how fabulous they were by other women for so long they believe it and expect you to fall in line… no matter what they say or do to you… no matter how they treat YOU.
• While I didn’t complain about the abuses I signed up for and allowed, I held onto to them… marinated in them for a bit and let them change me and my view of people… my view of love.
• I’ve never made anyone jump through hoops… either it worked… or it didn’t. No more no less… but I allowed others to put those hoops before me, and yes… like a trained dog I jumped. Silly me.
I have my list of qualifiers for love and relationships just like anyone else. I need a quality woman… and I put in the work to deserve her. The trouble is… I no longer believe she exists. I used to view love objectively glass half full and half empty because it really is BOTH. Now? I’d rather go swimming. Keep that glass altogether.
Someone told me yesterday they can’t wait for the day someone sweeps me off my feet… the truth is I’ve always done the sweeping… and now I’m done. I’ve been wooed… and WELL… flowers… candy… edible arrangements… poetry… love songs… gifts… EFFORT; I’ve even had a star named after me. I’ve been with women who thought I was intimidating… amazing… beautiful… wonderful… sh*t I’ve been LOVED and LOVED WELL.
I’ve given as good as I got in equal measure… but sometimes things just don’t work.
So many women are sitting around looking for ‘Ms. Right’ or settling for ‘Ms. Right Now’… truthfully I don’t care anymore. There is so much more to life than the person who warms your bed. I’m dating… playing the ‘getting to know you game’… and hopeful about love… I just don’t have faith in it anymore.
People value the wrong things… they covet the wrong things… and they make permanent decisions based on those wrong things. I’m guilty… I’ve done it… so no judgments here. I just choose to live differently from now on. I want peace of mind… so I’m living my life. I just want to be happy… so I’m doing it FOR MYSELF.
We need to love ourselves completely… the good the bad and the ugly… before we can give love to someone else in a healthy way. I embrace my good… I’m working on my bad… I acknowledge and respect the ugly because… ‘it just be like that sometimes’… I’m loving ME.
It’s the easiest thing in the world to blame the other person when things fall apart… I accept the role I chose to play in every bad situation. In the end… we give people the power to hurt us. I made the decision to give it… and now I’ve made the decision to take it back.
My heart is my own. Mine… to love my loves the best way I know how. God gave me a lot of love to give… I do both him and myself a disservice by giving it freely and in abundance to people who neither want it… or give it proper value.
I’ve said “I’ve been bent but not broken”… People talk about heart break all the time… but my heart wasn’t broken… it was ripped open… and I had to heal around that wound. It was a slow painful process but I am healed.
I have LOVED… real… ‘Mind bending… can’t eat … can’t sleep… she’s the most amazing thing in creation… need to put her needs first’ LOVE.
I fight for the ones I love… I protect them… even from themselves.
I’ve been loved and WELL but… I’ve never been loved LIKE THAT.
When someone will love me like that… then I will pay attention…
I will thank God for her every day and I will move both Heaven and Earth to make sure she is safe and happy…
I will make the decision EVERY DAY… to choose HER.
Until then… until someone CHOOSES to give ME that kind of love… I choose LIFE.
*shrugs* “It just be like that sometimes.”
– Nova
Shelter…
I was up early that morning. It was peaceful… quiet… summer was coming. We didn’t have much of a spring this year, just cold… cold… and more cold. I was in the kitchen… prepping for dinner tonight… next I would start cleaning the house… top to bottom. Busy… I had to keep busy or I would lose my mind. So many things were going on at once, family problems… friendship drama… chaos at work. My brain was on over drive searching for solutions… Looking for answers. It was overwhelming… Exhausting really. The only thing that was clear and a source of true peace was my love. She was my shelter through every storm. She kept me sane. Made me feel safe. Last night when we talked she seemed distracted. “She’s worried about me…” I thought on a sigh. Things would be so much simpler if she didn’t know certain things… but she read me like a book… Always knew when something was on my mind…. And besides, I tried that a few times in the early days… Keeping things from her. The result was disaster… I don’t think angry is an adequate word to use. She was livid… With me… For not dumping my problems on her. “I’m here for you. What part of that don’t you understand!?” she would rave…Oh I understand… now. I’m always there for her… It’s in my nature. She hates that I struggle with asking for help… especially from her. It took quite a bit of work to get me to open up to her but this time it was so different and so much… *sigh* I don’t like running to anyone. I don’t like relying on anyone… but mostly… I don’t like needing anyone. “Too bad. Learn to love it… cause I’m not going anywhere.” she pretty much growls at me lol. Damn I love that woman. I can’t help but smile.
I walked to the back door, standing in the open doorway I looked up at the overcast sky. Dark clouds were forming in the distance, looked like we were in for a huge storm… my kind of weather. I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply… Yes rain was definitely coming. I sensed more than heard when she was behind me. Catching her scent on the breeze my eyes flew open in surprise as her arms came around me to hug me from behind… I love that and she knows it… “Babe! How are you here!? How did you get in? Why are you…” I said in a breathless rush as she kissed my cheek and put a finger over my lips. “Shhh… I flew in this morning… You gave me a key remember and… You need me.” she answered quietly. Ahhh yes.., the key… The source of all of my anxiety during her last visit, I’d never given anyone a key before. “What about Ely?” I asked breathless as her hands slid up to cup my breasts and kneed them in the way I love so much. “You know he loves me.., besides I brought him a bone.” Traitor I thought… So my dog wouldn’t sound the alarm to announce company if he loved them and they bribed him with a bone… Hmm we needed to talk. She backed into the house pulling me with her and I shut and locked the back door. We stood that way for a time… Her face buried in my neck… My eyes closed breathing her in… Her arms around my waste and my fingers stroking hers. Finally I pulled away from her and stepped toward the sink. “Do you want anything? Coffee… Breakfast?” I asked. She watched me closely… “Just you… And just you.” she answered… Her voice gravelly and hot. I backed away slowly out of the kitchen into the dining room… “umm… Where is your bag? How long can you stay?” breathless… I was breathless… Heart racing. Yes… I was running smh. She was the only person who could ever make me run. She followed me… Her movements purposeful… I backed away.,. and she stalked me like a wolf stalks prey. I sat on the desk I used as a buffet and took a deep breath… Something was on her mind. “What’s wrong Love?” I asked quietly. Things were good between us… Had been for a while. So I waited … Expectant for her answer. What’s that theory? Whatever can go wrong… will go wrong.
She watched me for a while…then sighed… “Baby come here.” she said quietly. I looked away and stayed put… sitting on the desk… Wearily watching her. “Come… here.” she said slowly… A note of steel now in her voice. I looked away from her and stayed put on the desk. Suddenly she was standing in front of me, “look at me.” My body responded to the demand on her voice smh… And my eyes met hers. “I love you.” she said quietly. “I love you too…” I answered immediately. “now tell me…” she demanded… And I told her… About all of the things that had been on my mind… The things I was worried about… And the things I hadn’t been comfortable with telling her. She listened… Standing between my open thighs… Hands on either side of me… Leaning in close. She listened… No one had ever done that for me before. Just… Listened. When I ran out of steam and took a deep breath… She nodded… And asked “is that everything?” reluctantly I nodded. ” I’m not going to ask why you didn’t tell me. I’m just going to say. Never again. Whenever you have a problem… Whenever you need to talk. I’m here. That’s it. No hesitation… No excuses. Do you understand?” My natural independence reared its ugly head. WTF? Did she really think I would run to her every time I had a problem? As usual she looked at my face and knew exactly what I was thinking. On a sigh she said… “baby… You can’t ask me for something you’re not willing to give.” Damn!!!! I hated it when she made sense!
I nodded… “I understand…” I whispered back…. Then the rain started. She came in close to hug me… She knew how much I loved that too. She pulled me in tightly… Until my body was flush against hers. “I missed you…” she whispered before gently kissing me on the forehead ” I missed you too..” I said on a smile… As I leaned back to look up at her.. She watched me… There she was again… A wolf with prey… “show me…” she growled. My heart thumped loudly in my chest… Damn I love this woman I thought again as I plunged my hands into her hair and pulled her face closer… Closer… Before Lightly flicking my lounge over her bottom lip. She stood still as a statue as I kissed her… Softly at first… Sucking on her bottom lip. She didn’t touch me… We just kissed… All of the stress dissolving into the familiar passion that only she could bring. My arms wrapped around her neck and my legs slid up to wrap around her waist to pull her closer… I was already wet… And sitting as I was the heat of my secret center came to rest against her navel. On a moan she lost it… Her hands flew up to grasp mine and put them back on the desk. She pushed against me in a slow grind that made my mind go blank. Her kiss turned hot… And sinful… Her lounge stroking mine in a long… Slick dance that promised wild and naughty things. When I reached for her again she broke our kiss to growl and shakes her head no. I moaned “I miss having you inside of me…” her eyes grew heavy as she but her bottom lip and lifted my leg slowly over her shoulder… Pressing kisses against my calf. My breath now came in ragged pants… “Baby…” I began and she shook her head no… As her tongue flicked out to trace the sweet spot behind my knee… “Oooh…” I gasped The rain was coming down now… outside the storm raged.
She dropped to her knees in front of me… And brought my other leg over her shoulder pulling me closer to the edge of the desk. My summer dress was pooled between my open thighs. My pussy throbbed as she leaned in close to take a deep breath… Then another… “You smell so good…” she said with a note of surprise… She was always surprised lol. She leaned in and rubbed her face against me… Through my dress. I was soaked… With no panties on… The dress was suddenly bunched around my waste… And I felt the whisper of her breath against me… One deep breath against my clit… Two… And then that first hot sweep of her lounge down one side of my clit… Then up the other. I shuddered involuntarily… She always made me feel soft and pink… My body branded by her in a way I could never describe. I lost my grip of the desk on a moan and wound up propped on my elbows… Head thrown back on a short scream as her lips closed around my clit. Her lips drew it in and out in a slow caress that had me panting… heart racing… And my thighs quivering in a way that I didn’t fully understand. Her lounge slid over my wetness.., sampling me… Testing my essence… Then her arms came up to grip my thighs and pull me closer. Her lips were on me again… Sliding across my clit in long hot strokes that drove me wild and had me cum in one long, shuddering and unexpected rush.
She drew back and stood suddenly as my body tried to come back together and I gasped for air. “stand up” she demanded… Her voice a low growl… Just like a wolf… That’s what she was to me… An alpha… My alpha… Staking her claim. On shaky legs I stood before her still trying to catch my breath… She grabbed my waste and turned me around… Bending me over the desk… “spread your legs…” she demanded… And on a whimper I did. Impatiently she pushed my dress up over my waist and rocked against me in a way that set me on fire… “Daddy…” I started as I leaned up against her… Just for her to push me back down till I was tip toe… laying over the desk. “don’t move.” she ordered hotly as she touched me there… Her fingers sliding across my skin… Making me moan… Her fingers dipping into my moist heat… Coating them in my wetness. She slid one finger in… Rubbed it against that sweet spot that stiffened my spine. She slid another in and my whole body trembled. She wasn’t going too… “daddy?” I panted harshly again in question “spread your legs wider…” she demanded in response. My body acted on instinct… And my legs parted for her. She slid her fingers deep inside of my pussy… And I moaned… As she slid them out… my pussy clenched. She slides in a third finger… A fourth and suddenly I was alarmed… We’d never done this before… Not like this… I panted her name as she slid in… Then out… I tried to close my legs as I realized her intention… Gasping “baby I…” and suddenly she was inside of me. My body jerked with a flash of quick and unexpected pain. Her hand inside of my pussy up to the wrist. I gasped in an unexpected panic and pushed up against the desk panting “oh… No… Baby I…” and she shifted sliding out of my pussy then back in… “oooh…” I gasped… Back arching as I tried unsuccessfully to close my legs and shut her out… Daddy please… ” I moaned… Unsure of exactly what I was needing… Outside I heard thunder… She shifted her hand to turn a fraction… Sliding in… My breath in pants… My entire body shivering in response. “shhh…” she soothed… “take it bae… Just… Take It…” she groaned as she slid her hand inside of me in rhythm with her words… She moaned then… Fingers drenched in my wetness… Rubbing that sweet spot… And I moaned.. Long and low My head thrown back… Ass perched high as my legs tensed on my tip toes. “Bae…” she moaned sliding in… Shifting… my pussy gushing around her… Moan… Hers… Mine… Ours.
The sound she makes shattering me into a million pieces. And I come in wave after wave of sensation. Her breath harsh pants as she thrusts into me… Greedy… Almost violent.. Overwhelmed I scream…”Daddy please!” she shudders against me… Pressing her body against mine as I ride her… Or she rides me.., at this point I am lost. She moans again long and in a voice now hoarse with passion growls “shit…” Sliding in… And out of my pussy so hard and deep I forget to breathe… Draped over me now her teeth nipping my neck. Demanding… Needy… She slid in and out of my pussy faster…deeper… harder… claiming me in a way I’d never imagined… In a way I hadn’t known I needed. She shifted again inside of me… Her fingers stroking a spot I had never felt before and my body was wracked with sensation as I threw my ass back against her… I was on fire… I screamed as she shuddered against me on a long moan…. My pussy squirting in a way that was new and unfamiliar… Soaking us both as I came and came and came.. . “ohhh… Yes… DADDY… yes!!!” She kissed the side of my neck and whispered… ” Bae… You feel so good… I just need to…” and she shifted inside of me again… Stroking that new spot and I whimpered against her… Laid out on the desk with her on top of me… too weak to hold myself up. “damn…” she moaned again as my pussy clenched around her. She lay on top of me… Breathing harshly… Heart thundering against my back… Slowly flexing her fingers deep inside of me… My body bowed and bucked underneath her… As I flooded her again in a river as I came long… and hard. Panting she rode me through it… Flexing inside of me… Rubbing that new and sensitive spot. Starting again she growled in my ear… “you are mine…” And lord help me I moaned and came again screaming… “yes daddy… Yes! I am yours!”
– Nova
