[CYBERSEXUAL REGRESSION]

[CYBERSEXUAL REGRESSION]

THE MUSIC AND THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN TO IT...

http://youtu.be/bidyYaKQjVs

A regression into the cyberality of you... cybervisually.

The huskiness of your voice suggests your intentions and makes me recline in expectation...

I so receptive to your manipulation, hand in your panties as I talk in your ear across the miles... you still belong to me.

Let me hear your wet, slap it for me.

I so hard as stroke... your image in my mind your voice in my ear.

Spread your legs and tell me how it feels as you divulge to me of your secret fantasies... menage, outside, in front of the open window nipples pressed against the glass as I hit it from the back.

Some of that big dick all in yo guts love.

This my favorite of games as we play into the deepest darkest of wet ass sexy night... touch that thing for me, make it cry drops that drip to the sheets between your ass cheeks.

A moment of moans and groans as you shudder in release of all that pent up sexuality that can only be sated in the living of the dream... freaky ass situations where your voice takes on a form of its own... becomes so solid,  Pixilatedly imposed on a mental screen.

Touch me cybernetically... 

Talk to me.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(AN AVERAGE DAY) AN URBAN SHORT STORY

[AN AVERAGE DAY] AN URBAN SHORT STORY
THE MUSIC FOR THIS WRITE OR RATHER THE SOUNDTRACK... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN.
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL24cV6IIynrabA3JnSZcqIkkJ-F00GFnH


The sun filters through the window and falls on the mans face and he awakes.
He sits up in the bed and immediately swings his legs from under the covers and his feet fall to the floor and he stands.
This is a very important day and as always there is no time to waste. 
He hears the sounds of the family in the apartment next door as they wake. Someone turns on the T.V. and he hears the sounds of Phineas and Ferb filter through the thin walls.
He walks into the kitchen and starts a pot of coffeee and rolls a blunt of some kush that he bought a couple of days ago and waits for the coffee to get ready. He picks up his android and sees that he has messages waiting but he does not answer them, not right now.
The coffee is ready and he pours a cup of it and adds some cream.
He sips it.
Ahhhh. 
He lights the blunt and inhales of the sweet smoke and walks into his small living room and sits down and turns on the news and watches as the newscasters continue to feed the masses bullshit, as the politicians lie to the people.
He turns the T.V. off and walks into the bathroom and turns on the water in the shower and strips down. He climbs in and takes a quick shower and walks into the room where his clothes are already laid out and he looks at his body oil on the dresser as he tries to decide which one to use. he finally decides on the frankincense and myrhh.
He rubs oil on his head, his arms and legs before he dresses and prepares to leave his apartment.
On the way out he stops by the fish aquarium and drops a feeder stone into the water and he watches as the fish begin to feed.
He heads to the stairs and is about to go down when the door of the apartment next to his opens. He turns around and sees his neighbor she is wearing some tight ass pants as usual and her ass juts out behind her as she steps out. Damn she is fine!
She looks down the hall and sees him and they wave at each other. Her two children come out behind her and her son sees him and he runs down the hall to where he is.
"Hey Mr Jamal" the boy says as he stops short and holds out his hand. They shake and the little boy holds his hand as firmly as he can. This is something that Jamal taught him. The little boy looks him straight in the eyes as they talk and his mother makes her way down the hall to where they are.
"Jabari leave Jamal alone. How you doin Jamal?" she says as she hands the boy a brown bag. "Boy you gone be hungry if you leave that lunch."
"Sorry mama" the boy says as he takes the bag from his mother.
The little girl who is named Rasheeda waves and says "Hey Mr Mal." 
"Hello little Rasheeda he says as he takes the stroller from her mother and they make their way down the stairs.
The two adults talk as they walk down and the woman who is named Mary is complaining about the fact that she is kinda late and she has to walk Jabari to school and try to catch the bus to get her baby to a doctors appointment.
Jamal thinks about this and asks her "What if I walk Jabari to school and you go ahead and catch the bus? I am going by there anyway."
"Would you do that Jamal?"  she says as she looks at him with admiration in her eyes. This is the only man on the block who has never direspected her or tried to talk his way into her panties and her children like him so much.
Jabari was a handful before Jamal came along and since he started hanging with Jamal he has calmed down and he is at the head of his class in school. Everyone is so amazed at the transformation.
Jabari looks up and the joy is apparent on his face as he says "You gone walk me to school Mr Jamal?"
"I got you Jabari" he says as he takes the boys hand and they say goodbye to his mother and sister.
As they walk they talk and the boy asks him about Africa. "Mr Jamal is Africa a long way away?'
"Only if you look at it that way Jabari. Africa is you and everything around you, do you overstand that Jabari?"
"No."
"Jabari, remember when I told you that your Ancestors were African and that all man originated in Africa?"
"Yes sir."
"Okay if that is the case then what is that man right there?" he says as he points at a man standing at the corner about to cross the street."""
"He is African."
"Okay and what is that woman right there?"
"She is African."
"Exactly."
"Now what you must remember Jabari is that you carry the whole of what your ancestors were in you. So if your ancestors were African then what are you?"
"I am African."
"Thats right Jabari and no matter what anyone says to you you will be African till the day you die so that means that you carry Africa with you everywhere you go and you have to carry yourself as such. Remember when I told you that all the people that the preacher talks about were Africans, all the people he says are prophets and even Jesus himself were Africans."
"Yes sir Mr Jamal."
Okay now so where is Africa Jabari?"
The boy thinks for a minute and says "In me."
"Thats right."
They come to the school and the boy turns and shakes his hand "Bye Mr Jamal." He catches himself and says "Assalam alaikum Mr Jamal."
"Wa alaikum salaam Jabari."
The boy runs up the stairs into the school and Jamal continues on his way.
At the corner he walks into the store and the Indian man behind the counter is yelling at an old black woman.
She stands and takes the abuse and Jamal walks to the cooler and grabs a green tea and walks to the front of the store and the man is still yelling at the woman. 
"You always come in here with not enough money! You need 6 cent more to buy that. That is what is wrong with you people, always not enough money."
Jamal hears this and he can not contain himself.
"Hey man you aint gonna be yelling at that sister like that bout no fucking six cents." He says this calmly.
The Indian man looks at him and says. "That is what is wrong with you black people, you lazy and drink all the time!"
Jamal looks him in the eyes and says "Have I ever owed you for anything?"
"No you good black man, you are not like them."
"Yes I am like them."
"No not like her" he says as he points at the black woman who has clearly seen better times. Her clothes hang from her and she has a rather ripe odor.
"Jamal looks at the Indian and says to him "You are a most pitiful creature. You come into our communities and take our money. You try to have sex with all the pretty women and you keep your women from us. you take our money and spend it elsewhere and drain our community. does that make you better than us or just a part of the problem?"
The Indian man is mad as hell right now and he says "Get out my store! Get out now. He grabs a bat and comes from behind the counter and walks towards Jamal. 
Jamal stands his ground as as soon as the man is within reach he swings and hits him dead in the face. The Indian man is caught off guard and Jamal snatches the bat from his hand and begins to beat him with it.
He hits him 5 or six times before the old woman calms him down.
She looks at the prone form of the Indian man on the floor and says. "You better run boy. That man is dead."
Jamal finally realizes what has happened and he looks at the mans body on the floor and he says "I am not going to run. It is time that someone stood up to these people who rape our community. 
He takes his cellphone from his pocket and dials 911 and he and the old lady wait util the police arrive. They make him lie on the floor as they cuff him and place him under arrest.
They ask him question after question and place him in the car as the body of the storeowner is brought out and paraded in front of the cameras under the white sheet.
He is taken to the police station and the detectives grill him and tell him that he is being held on a murder charge.
That night Jamal lies in the cell and meditates on the days events. 
How a day that started so innocently could manifest into this.
The next morning Jamal is awakened and shackled along with a whole bunch of other people who have been arrested and is taken to the courthouse. 
Reporters line the sidewalk where the prisoners are brought in and they yell and take pictures of him as the line of prisoners is led in.
When they enter the courtroom the people who have lawyers and who have bailed out are called first. 
Money does have its advantages.
When the prisoners from the jail are called Jamal sits and waits. He notices a man walk into the courtroom and sit at the front.
He does not have time to really pay attention because it is at this time that his name is called. The man stands and walks to the podium with him and looks up at the Judge and says "Your honor I am here representing Mr Akbar and I have here a copy of the D.V.D. from the store. Your honor it clearly shows that Mr Akbar was standing his ground as as such he is protected under that same law.
The Judge looks at the baliff and says would you please put that in the player Paul?
Everyone in the courtroom looks at the tape and the judge says "Given the introduction of this eveidence I find that Mr Akbar was indeed standing his ground and he is to be released from custody post haste.
The lawyer looks at him and says "I am glad to meet you Mr Akbar. That woman you protected in that store was my grandmother and even though she looks the way she does she is quite well off. We try to make her leave that neighborhood but she has lived there for a very long time. Her children were born in that neighborhood and one of my uncles died there on that same corner where that store is today. Mr Jamal I would love for you to come to my house tonight so that we can talk further."
"Okay."
"Good. I will send my driver to pick you up. My grandmother will be there as well as my family Mr Akbar. We feel that thanks are in order. You can bring anyone you want Mr Akbar.
When Jamal departs the Jail there is a taxi waiting for him and as it cruises through the city Jamal thanks Allah for protecting him.
The taxi pulls up to his apartment building and as he walks up the stairs Mary's door opens and she is almost knocked over by Jabari who blast past her and runs down the hall to Jamal. He stops in front of Jamal and holds out his hand and there are tears in his eyes as he says.
"I thought you were gone Mr Jamal."

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[NUBIANSEXUALSCRIPTFLIP]

[NUBIANSEXUALSCRIPTFLIP]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE. MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN

http://youtu.be/AiKRsg0UYbc

Let me carress you and cause you to ooze all hot and sticky across the surface of my epidermis.

Creamy and sweet emissions that run down and streak the sheets as we fluidly release.

Let me paint pictures of a canal nature in the sweat of your skin as you gasp orgasmically into the chamber of our sexual relief.

Drum claps and stacatto screams as the beatdown occurs, as toes curl and chills cause teeth to chatter.

Rumpled covers and wet pillows... never a torture as sweet as this as my seed begs to be freed to wander your velvet road.

Let me look at you in all your chocolate intricacy as you display it so vividly... from brown to pink cotton candy tones.

Such a delectable piece of nubianity wrapped around and around in my mnd...

Playing nakedly exposed on my percepticality... known words have no definition for the complexity of thee... 

Wet me in the water of rebirth, in the knowing of you... so refreshing as it washes clean the wounds of survival in these strange times.

All this contained in the layers of you so imprinted on the walls of me like some urban graffiti... blank wall that is now the canvas of we.

Let me rub your skin and sink into your pores.

Let me...

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[DO THOSE THINGS]

[DO THOSE THINGS]

THE MODEL FEATURED IN THIS PIECE IS NAMED ANA FOXXX.

THE MUSIC AND IT IS A BANGER... DON'T SLEEP ON IT...

http://youtu.be/wedjH9HAuPQ

Do those things that make me want to melt into you...

Dwell in the depths of your womb...

Beat at the walls.

Make me cum in my mind a thousands times as the blood rushes to my other head.

Makes it swell in anticipation of an invitation to enter the hall of your mansion.

Lavishly display your flower for me... show me its petals.

Glistening in such pretty shades of purple to pink.

So fragrantly pleasing to my sense of smell... a taste of honey as it drips onto my waiting tongue.

Lay back and pose for me like an artistic rendition... I feel it in the recesses of my perception roaring like a train... Whistle as it screams past... Bend over and let it hang.

Buttnaked ambitions of beating it till you lay sweaty and still... holding your belly.

Small explosions still going on... tremble and moan.

Satiation...

Do those things for me.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

FREAKY SUITE

[FREAKY SUITE]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/zDO47NMweQg

I encourage you to fuck with my mind.
You such a succulant piece of creation as you dribble into the particles of me.
Fuck with me and make me want to fuck with you.
Lay you down and fuck you till my dick is sore... till you beg me to stop cause your pussy is swollen.
To kiss you between your thighs as I push against them and make your clit stand so strongly.
To those who think that the talking of nasty is new or that it takes away from the beauty of you.
Fuck em!
When you wake in the morning know that I see the freak in your eyes all subtle and repressed.
When you lay in the bathtub and rub your secret parts with the door open while making love to the water I see you.
I see your freak when you put on those stilettos and prance along... legs, ass, and tits as they stand so strong.
See the difference between me and the next man is that I will call you on it... confront your freak and make her come out.
Fuck with her mind and make her fuck with you hormonally as I stroke her with soft words.
Make her purr.
Vibrate into the air of my air.
Become one with me as we fuck... hot and sweaty.
I encourage you to fuck with my mind.
Fuck with my freak


jerald hamzahfaruq murphy

[WAR OF THE COLLECTIVE MIND]

[WAR OF THE COLLECTIVE MIND] A SCI FI SHORT
THE MUSIC FOR THIS STORY... DOES THAT NOT MAKE IT A SOUNDTRACK...
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL24cV6IIynraW46TzGpcZl7-pe4RUfrSI

It is now the year 2075 and a whole lot of things have changed. The last world war happened 43 years ago. It was against the people.
The governments of the world banded together under a new banner and formed a plan to control what they perceived as threats and came up with an igenious way to control the common man and woman. The chip was small amd effective. It was injected in the people of the world during the outbreak of a new virus that killed thousands of millions the world over
Would that the people could have known that even the virus was part of the plan.
The chip has changed things.
Man now lives under the collective mind there is no more free thought and the flag of the level and the square flys from the towers that stand as testaments to the power of the illuminati 
The chip is now placed in children at birth... Born slaves.
There is no reason to watch T.V. 
Everything is automatically programmed into the central cortex. Even dreams are suppressed and controlled. 
We live in dorms in these cities that dot the land and do the jobs that we are told to do by the CENTRAL CONTROL AGENCY. Big letters, no one is allowed to breed without authorization.
The government decided that race was also a detriment and people were interbred until this generation has no race.
No more people of different races are being born and the children are raised by THE AGENCY in the "camps."
We are even able to communicate via the chip which attaches itself to the brain 
You know what? 
I think my chip just died today.
There have been signs that it was losing its control as far back as 8 months ago. That was when the dreams started to come in the night.
The dreams make me want to be free and give me clues as to how to do it.
I do not want the chip to alert the authorities as it is programmed to do.
The dreams tell me that I must leave today.

[ELECTROSEXUALLY]

[ELECTROSEXUALLY]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS CYBERSEXUAL JAUNT...
http://youtu.be/352n1E-MKEo

You have the most amazing ability to excite me electronically.
A most beautiful representation on a cyber screen... Dancing undulatingly into the sexualty of my freaky psyche.
Dripping into the karma of my sutra thicky as honey dribbled on buttermilk biscuits.
Thickly like cold cane syrup...
Chocolate on an African tongue in the dark of a den of love where sweat tesifies to the frantic need to feed.
The need to release.
Hips that jut into the sensuality of my want... My energetically.
Fractured pieces of me which I rain on the mounds of you thickly. 
Covering you fluidly in the cream of my passionality... Words cease to have defined meaning as flesh seems to become the reason...
I hope you caught that cause I am in the perimeter and the center as I drift lost in the hue of nubiality.
Explicitly trapped in a state of juxtaposion as you have become the transition... An image on my computer screen so thickly displayed.
Cybersexually funked into the freaky of my horney... Show me just a bit more... Pull that fabric to the side. 
Ahhh That skin so pliant to the song that I sing in hushed tones... touch it for me.
Thats not a question or a plea it is what you will do for me.
You have the most amazing ability to excite me electronically.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY