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Wednesday, April 4, 2012

[YOUR WIFE.] EROTICA




[YOUR WIFE.]
THE MUSIC...

I look out my window and I see her in the yard hanging out clothes. I asked her one time why she does that if she has a washer and she said she like the way it makes her clothes smell. Like sunshine.
She is married but I have had a fantasy about her for months now and it just seems to be getting bigger and bigger. As she bends over with the short skirt on it rides up on her ass and i see her thong...the print of her pussy as it hangs between her legs and my dick stands to attention.
Its now or never so I go to my back door and I walk over into her yard. I know her husband is not home so I kind of feel safe cause if he pulls up I can hear his truck. She sees me and smiles at me and I smile back.
I speak to her and she answers me. I have never been one to beat around the bush so I ask her whats up. She tells me nothing and points at the blunt that is burning in my hand and asks if she can hit it. I tell her yes as long as she lets me hit it and she laughs. I pass the blunt to her and compliment her on her dress and she says thank you. I tell her that I have been watching her for awhile and she says that she knows...she asks me if I like what I see and I answer her yes.
I move closer to her as she pulls on the blunt and I place my hands on her ass. It is as soft as I have imagined and she makes no move to remove my hand so I pull her to me and kiss her long and deep...she moans and leans into me and I put my hand under her skirt and run my fingers along her panties until I feel the edge of them and I pull them to the side and rub on her pussy lips.
She is wet in seconds and her pussy feels like it has lava inside of it. She exhales the sweet ganja smoke and looks into my eyes and I see the fire in them. She asks me what am I going to do so I take my hands from her body and zip down my shorts, she reaches in and pull out my dicks and her eyes grow wide as it grows to full attention in her hand. I move closer to her and I place my dick on her pussy through her panties and she drops the blunt.
I dont even care and I just reach under her skirt and I tear her panties off in one motion and I pick her up and place my dick at the lips of her pussy and she sinks onto it. We fuck like this for a minute until we realize that our neighbors may be watching and she gets down off of me and takes my hand and leads me into the house. No sooner are we through the door before she drops to her knees and takes my dick into her mouth and I lean against the table as she sucks on it.
I stop her and she stands and takes off her top and the skirt. Her pussy is shaved in the shape of a heart and her pussy lips hang down. Her pussy is so phat.
She lays on the floor and I get down on my knees and kiss her pussy...lick her taint. She bucks and moans as I bring her to an orgasm. Her pussy throbs as she comes in my mouth.
I grab her legs and I push them as far back as I can...almost to the floor, and I drive my dick into her as she cries out. She begs me to beat her pussy and I oblige...I have wanted this so long.
We fuck until I come all over her breasts and her pussy it seems as if I will never stop coming. I lay on her and kiss her as she plays with the come that I have sprayed all over her and which now covers my body as well. She stands and gets me a towel from the clothes in the basket and wipes me off, wipes herself off. I stand to leave and she asks me what I am doing tomorrow, I tell her whatever she wants me to do and she says that she wants to see me again as I rub her pussy. I tell her that I will see if thats possible as we kiss again at the back door.
As soon as the door closes I hear the sound of her husbands truck as it pull in and I run over to my back door and go in my house.
After awhile I hear a knock on my door, it is her husband and he wants to smoke a blunt with me. We sit in the yard and talk as I think about his wife.

[LOST] A BEAST MODE EROTIC SCRIBE


[LOST] A BEAST MODE EROTIC SCRIBE
THE MUSIC FOR THIS JAUNT...

ALL UP IN MY MIND...LOST IN THOUGHTS OF YOU...PHAT PUSSY VISIONZ...ALL PINK WET AND PRETTY.
AS LOVELY AS A ROSE ON A PRETTY SPRING DAY...AS IT SPREADS ITS PETALS TO RECEIVE  THE SUN...SON???
AS I LICK AT YOUR CLIT AND MAKE IT SWELL...SUCK IT BACK AND FORTH...CUM ON MY TOUNGE...CUM ALL OVER MY FACE.
I SEE YOU ON YOUR KNEES ON THE SIDE OF THE BED...LOOKING AT MY DICK...STROKING IT IN YOUR  MIND AND HANDS...SUCKING TILL MOAN YOUR NAME.
I GROW SO DAMN HARD...LOST IN THOUGHTS OF YOU.
LEGS PUSHED BACK TILL THEY TOUCH THE BED WITH ME STANDING UP IN THAT CUNT...RAMMING MY DICK INTO THE SLIPPERY DEPTHS OF YOU RECEPTIVE WOMB.
CRYING OUT IN PAIN...BEFORE YOU ERUPT IN RAPTURE...LITTLE FAIRIES AND STARS DANCE IN YOUR HEAD.
PULSATING AND BEATING LIKE A MARCHING BAND AS I STROKE THAT PUSSY WITH MY SOAKING HAND.
I WAKE UP IN A HAZE...LOST IN THOUGHTS OF YOU

{TRAYVON I FEEL ASHAMED MY BROTHER}



{TRAYVON I FEEL ASHAMED MY BROTHER} 
THIS SONG IS DEDICATED TO MY LITTLE BROTHER TRAYVON MARTIN.
http://youtu.be/gEHAm7SuIYE



Shame on the government of Amerikkka... shame on Amerikkkan society and last but certainly not least shame on black people in Amerikka.
How many more of our youth have to killed before we say enough?
Guns are not made in the ghetto they are made in shiny steel facilities that normal citizens cant even enter. So how do they reach the hands of our youth who use them to prove their manhood by killing "another nigger."
Drugs are not manufactured in the ghetto. They come from far off places that many of us will never see. They come from war torn countries where the Amerikkkan government has seized control.
Why is the murderer who shot Trayvon Martin still free, we ask as we amass in great numbers. The answer should have been very clear to black people a long time ago. The government is trying to eradicate us. To keep us at a number so that we can be more easily controlled.
There is no reason that black people in Amerikkka should still be marching in the 21st century.No reason that we have to beg for justice.
I personally am sick of the debating and the pontification of the so called Afrikkkan Amerikkkkan leaders who the white people go and pull off of their old dusty ass shelf everytime something happens.
I an sick of these preachers who continually ask you for money and use it to further their glory... and you know how I feel bout cadillacs.
Black people in this country could affect change in as little as a week if they stopped spending money with people who do not invest in our future well being. We are an economic powerhouse and that is not being pointed out as it should. Black people spend more on trying to look a certain way than they spend on food, on the true needs like education and health care, which is totally contradictory to their natural state.
Running away from themselves so to speak.
Its time that these things were pointed out and used to build our nation rather than tearing it down.
Trayvon I weep for you my little brother cause I been seeing this repeat over and over for a long time, Martin Lee Anderson and Emmitt Till as the victims are forced to forgive and forget, cause that what is happening.
60 second soundbites that guide the way you think.
Black men who linger in prisons just cause they were not born the right color.
Black children murdered in cold blood and victimized by the system.
Damn.

jerald hamzahfaruq murphy