Feel Good Poem of the Day

Some of you may have seen this before but for those who have not, he makes you feel good just to be in your skin!! Go Mr. Bennett!!

A One Minute Orgasm??

The creators of this YouTube video claim that by using these moves, a man can bring a woman to orgasm in one minute.  First, let me say that I am not so sure a man's goal should be bringing a woman to orgasm in one minute... There is a lot to be said for the anticipation/buildup... Secondly, the way he's hopping around makes me think that he will get there long before she does... Thirdly, How in the world is he gonna get enough traction to pull these move off in a bed???   What do you think?

Excerpt, From Second Chances

When she closed her eyes, she could see that weekend like it’d just happened last night. The palm trees swayed violently in the heavy rain, and they were staying in what should have been a romantic hut but felt more like a raggedy cardboard box under the assault of the raging rain and wind. Although the rain outside threatened to drown the entire island, inside, they were forging a bond that felt unbreakable. They talked endlessly and laughed until it hurt; even the moments of silence seemed to be filled with a quiet understanding.

      “Anyone else would have gotten on my nerves in that small space.” She sighed wistfully. “But I wished we could stay that way forever.”

      “Yes, we were always good when we didn’t have outside interference.” He sat behind her and started to massage her shoulders.

      She tried to push away memories of the frantic lovemaking they’d enjoyed that weekend. They always had a combustible physical energy between them, but that weekend it had exploded like fireworks. She should have been satiated, but every encounter just ignited a deeper, more lustful desire inside of her

      She moaned as he slowly kneaded the tight muscles in her shoulder and back.

      “Is the water getting tepid?” he murmured against her ear and then planted soft kisses.

      She shivered, but not because of the lukewarm water but the tingling sensations his kisses and hands sent up her spine. He grabbed a fluffy, cotton towel and helped her out of the water. He wrapped the towel around her tightly and held her in a firm but sensuous embrace.

      He was way too close; his strong arms held her so tightly that she couldn’t think. She could feel his breath on her neck and smell his cologne. She opened her mouth to utter a protest, but her thoughts jumbled and no sound came out. With his index finger, he tilted her head up to meet his. He covered her mouth with his own. His kisses were hard, hungry, and urgent.

      He moved his right hand slowly down her back, his fingers kneading and massaging as he worked his way to the small of her back. She moaned her pleasure as his hands went to work. He slid his hands underneath the towel, cupped her butt, and pulled her close to him, molding her softness against his hard masculine frame.

      His tongue continued its sensual exploration of her mouth while his hands teased and prodded her body. While using his right hand to cup her against his body, he buried his left hand in her thick, jet black hair tugging gently and tilting her head up slightly to allow him better access to her mouth. He broke the kiss long enough to start trailing kisses from her mouth to the bruise on her cheek and then kissed her lightly on her ear.

      “Do you want me to stop?” he whispered hoarsely against her ear.

      “No,” her reply sounded guttural. His hands and lips had awakened a long dormant desire inside her. Her knees were weak and her hands clammy. Her brain signaled that getting intimate with Wesley was dangerous. She was barely holding onto her sanity as it was, and she’d always been vulnerable where he was concerned. But her heart would hear none of it.

      He groaned as she slid her hand underneath his T-shirt and caressed his chest and rock hard abdomen. She smiled at the primal sound that emanated from him as she lightly raked her nails over his chest and stomach. She pulled his T-shirt over his head so that she could have unfettered access to his arms, chest, and back. Wesley felt his skin sear as she placed hot kisses on his cheek, mouth, chin, and chest.

** Winner of the 2010 Whispers Publishing African American Story Contest. Available for sale on amazon.com, whisperspublishing.com, and other online book stores

Who Is Carmen Jones?

Even as a little girl, I used to lose myself in the imaginary worlds I created in my stories. Although I continued to write, with my own columns in my high school and college newspapers, everyone encouraged me to pursue a more "stable" career path. So I still have a day job but I have returned to my love of writing. I have published romantic suspense and erotica stories. My next project is a children's series. Stay Tuned for updates.

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