Pretty Blax Playhouse

2012-01-27T21:01:00.000-08:00

“The Beauty of Emotions”

When ones heart is open to someone,
The Beauty of Emotions,
Can have one smiling,
At the mere thought of the other,
Not minding staying home,
Instead of hanging out,
Learning the others ways,
And changing a few of our own….
The beauty of emotions,
Will turn every thing average,
Into something extraordinary,
Our I’s turn into We…
Years feel like months,
And days together are never long enough,
The sky our time keeper…
The Beauty of Emotions,
Plants a seed in your heart,
Over time this seed grows,
Two parts become one whole,
Love has crept to the doorstep,
It knocked, I opened the door,
Ready to receive what this journey has in store….

By: Kameisha Asberry
December 31st, 2009
Friend request/via black planet
Topic: beauty/emotions….

2012-01-27T21:00:00.003-08:00

Concrete Funeral

There’s a lot of commotion in the street.. People are peeking through there windows scared to come out yet. There is arguing and fist flying. Three Gunshots Rang out. A group of boys thinking they are men.. All the other boys ran.. One never moved again……

　

　

Everyone’s congregating in a circle. There is a lot of chatter. Some are crying, others angry, some just want to see a skeptical and have something to talk about. Welcome to the concrete funeral. A brother has just been killed.. His mother is screaming and flailing her arms around.. Asking God, “Why you have to take my baby“ Her knees have given out and she collapses to the floor. Her pain ripped through me. I mourned in silence for her loss. This was her only male child. Nothing but the comfort of her husbands arms is holding her together. She wants nothing more than for this to all be a bad dream. She has froze in time. Scared of this vivid reality. She stares at her baby as blood seeps from his body onto the concrete and forms a puddle under him. His eyes are open and it looks like he is staring right at her. Blood creates a silent river that flows from his nose and mouth down his cheek .They meet at the ocean of blood beneath his body. The father searches the crowd aimlessly in a daze with his eyes. To be a man and not able to protect his wife from this torment she is enduring is hurting him as much as the loss of his seed. He breaks his daydream and feels his grand-daughter near. He looks up and notices the school bus rounding the corner leaving the normal drop off area for the kids. He panics not wanting his grand baby to see what happened. She just made the basketball squad and was so happy.. Her daddy always took her to the basketball courts and played with her.. Like every man he wanted a son but was happy with his daughter. He found a way to compromise and so did she.. All there hard work paid off and she couldn’t wait to tell Daddy. He called her D.D. Her name was Destiny.. He was so proud when he named his first child. She never knew what daddy did outside of home and honestly it didn’t matter. He was her hero and also made her feel so special. By the time she made it to the crowd she knew they were at a funeral. Just like everyone else in the neighborhood, she to was prone to death and wanted to see.. She’s wiggling her way through the crowd, trying to make it to the front. No one stopped to notice it was little Destiny. Her Pop-Pop released his wife and was searching frantically for his grand-daughter.. By the time she was spotted. She was on the ground sitting in a pool of blood, holding her fathers head in her lap. Trying to wake him up so she can tell him the good news. If for only those few seconds, the crowd was at a hush. No more whispering and chattering and pointing. Everyone stopped and stared at this little girl.. Pop-Pop gave her a moment knowing she was strong and her dad had raised her that way.. But in one quick motion he scooped her up in his arms and held her as she finally let out the pain filling her heart.. Little Destiny just screaming for her daddy begging Pop-Pop to let her go. She is swinging and kicking. The police final arrive. A family friend takes Destiny from Pop-Pop and takes her back to his house. His wife is waiting and cradles Destiny in her arms. She gently walks over to the recliner and begins to rock Destiny.. Mrs. Thompson has her own family but couldn’t imagine her pain. Outside the police finally arrive. They are taping off the area asking questions. As normal nobody hasn’t heard or seen anything. They finally hang up the sheet room around the concrete coffin.. Shows over and people start walking back to there homes. Outside the parents wait until the coroner comes and they hear the zip of the body bag. The clanking of the metal gurney rising up in the air. The closing of the doors on the coroner van. They watched it all the way down the street. Inside one house baby Destiny’s life has changed forever.. Outside Granny wants to die now and Pop-Pop ready to kill.. Welcome the concrete funeral.

　

By Kameisha Asberry

January 10, 2010

What happened to a mans fist being the only weapons he needed?

2012-01-27T21:00:00.001-08:00

Fire Starter

Home alone,

Situations hectic,

There’s a tingle in this place,

I clamp my legs together,

Rotate my hips,

Still not working,

It is not the same,

Walking to my dresser,

I slide open the drawer,

Go into my little bag,

And retrieve vibrating Mr. Eight,

Warming oils,

Romancing thoughts,

No winner, No winner,

It is just not the same,

I gather myself,

Storm off to the shower,

My body is a fiend,

Sex drive, extra high,

Temperature is rising,

Like the steam from the shower,

My fingers dip down low,

The feeling is not the same,

Retreating against my desire,

I throw my phone across the room,

Take me a strong drink,

Trying my best to fall asleep,

Sex less a man,

Is No Fun At All….!

Kameisha Asberry

December 19, 2010

2012-01-27T20:59:00.001-08:00

“He Asked to Stay”

My jeans are fitting me snug, and I am looking right stepping out of the store. On my way to my car, I see a cutie. The sway of my hips hypnotized him. I noticed him watching it bounce, bobbing his head like it's his favorite song. He leaned in close when I walked passed, smelled my perfume, and said to himself, "Just a lil something to remind me." while slightly shaking his head. I take a peak, not letting him see, of course, my eyes start from the bottom, pause in between, damn, I smirk, that bulge in his jeans, never mind, may just be his nine, either way I am taking it as I, I got it going on, cause his eyes caressed every part of me all the way down the street.

I'm getting a little nervous and don't want to misstep. I slow it down a little, clutch my bags tight and put some extra on it. I got this, my song said to him, "I like your eyes on me, are you man enough to come get me?" At the end of the corner I turn around, he's still looking. I use my finger to tell him come here and hit that corner when I noticed him coming my way. Playing a little cat and mouse, but, I guess that walked turned to a jog, at the thought of never seeing me again.

I giggled a little, watching him pop his collar to straighten up his shirt, and checking to make sure he didn't look hungry at his reflection in the window.. He was looking delicious to, but I had to play it cool. He walked in glanced around and came my way, I headed to the check out. He stepped over pulled out his wallet, I simply blushed and pushed his hand aside. I handed the cashier my bread grabbed my bags and receipt. I thanked the cashier and brushed passed him by giving him a little push with my Sista Bounce. He returned the favor and held the door open for me, looked at me and said, “ come on lil mama why you acting like this?”

I had to stop and quit playing with him.. The scent of his cologne and those pretty eyes wouldn’t let me continue. This time I took him in and noticed a talk, chocolate brotha. I don’t know what all he was saying because I started daydreaming.. By the time I came to he was chuckling and asking me did I need a doctor. I smirked at him and gave him the evil eye.. He asked my name, I stated Jameelah. His name was DeMArcus.. He took down my number.. And before I made it to my front door the phone was ringing.. I noticed a strange number and let it go to voice mail .. When I listened , in a sexy raspy voice, he said, “ I was just making sure the phone number was right.”

A couple months had passed and we were becoming close friends.. We’d had a lot of fun together. One day in the air the mood was different. He was being a little more friendly. He even brought me roses and kissed me on the lips. I let it slide. He knew I was single, but I thought he was being sweet. We put the roses in water, settled in for movie and dinner at my place.

It was getting late and I let him know I wanted to go to bed.. He got up like he was about to leave. I grabbed the knob and he grabbed me. He held me close and said I don’t want to leave. A rush went through my body and I know he felt my heart beat. He released me I stood there froze. He came back in with his night bag, locked the door, kissed me again and headed for the shower.

I sat on the couch, thinking it was all a fantasy until he poked his head out and asked me to join.. I sat there and stared at this man like is this really happening.. I knew it was when I seen that towel around his waist and water glistening on his chest as he walked towards me with his hand out.. I approached him, but still in a haze.. Until he started to undress me. He held my hand and helped me into the shower.. The moment our flesh touched and the warm water hit me, my body shook.. He knew I wasn’t ready.. He just held me close and spoke in my ear.. Being a gentleman and keeping that man-dingo tucked between his thighs . He bathed me and lotions my body.. I am liking what I am feeling.. He lead me to the bed and turned on the music very low.. Snuggled up behind me and pulled me into his comfort.. She purred and I know he felt it but he didn’t react.. Instead he kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear.. Tonight I just want to hold you baby… To be continued …

By Kameisha Asberry
Sista Bounce 12/22… He Asked Me to Stay 12/23

2012-01-27T20:58:00.006-08:00

Home Alone

I tend to wake up early in the morning,

Toss and turn all night,

Awaiting the sun rise,

Most take for granted.

The love they share with another,

Complaining about what they don’t do,

Spreading their business,

To anyone who will listen,

All the while planting a seed in there heart,

To hurt the one who loves them back,

Not understanding the damage done,

Until they wake up alone,

Listening to your girlfriends

Who shouldn’t have say,

That has not one man,

But, several,

One for everyday of the week,

So loose with her words,

Yet her inner most desire,

Is to wear your shoes,

You see,

Misery loves Company,

Something we heard since we were girls,

Never actually listening,

Until we become the student,

Being given the lesson,

Write it out, True as can be,

A hard head makes a soft ass,

Became the thought consuming me,

When you are sitting there,

And the friend talking the most trash,

Is now happily in love,

Then the men come from nowhere,

Flattering and paying attention,

You get excited because it’s new,

Come home with misplaced thoughts,

Accusing your man of half stepping,

That rock that was solid,

Is now showing cracks,

From all that, that is let in between,

Not the devil, but people,

Have a way of never being satisfied,

Being enticed by the world,

Testing your faith,

Your love,

Your life,

Yourself as a person,

Friends aren’t always friends,

Men have there objective,

What is real is already at home

The first thing you see in the morning,

The last thing you see before bed….

By Kameisha Asberry

December 21, 2010

2012-01-27T20:58:00.004-08:00

“I AM NOT HIM”

Love knocked,

I answered,

Only cracking the door,

What do you seek,

I asked,

You,

Love replied,

Taken afar I close the door,

He wait’s a while,

Knocks again,

This time we talk through the door,

What is it,

I say,

Open the door,

Love pleaded,

To scared I move away,

Love yells through the door,

What do I do,

Why can’t I have you,

Holding on to the long gone,

I reply,

I am not ready,

Let me try,

Love calls out to me,

I opened the door looked into his eyes,

Still I couldn’t see,

I try to close the door back,

Love used his foot like a door stop,

Not this time my lady,

I love you,

Lets me show you,

He took my hand,

And led me far away from home,

All these new things,

Things I was never used to,

Love seen my worry,

Held my hand tighter,

And assured me he’d take care of me,

Loves touch sent chills through my body,

I never felt this I didn’t understand,

And his smile alone warmed me all over,

His embrace set me free,

Finally I seen what I searched for in his eyes,

This was a man standing before me,

Who was strong enough handle me,

He lovingly kissed me and said, I am not him,

Let me show you…..

　

Kameisha Asberry

March Ninth Two Thousand and Ten

2012-01-27T20:58:00.000-08:00

“TO LONG”

I close my eyes

My fingers caress the keyboard

I ease my self into my fantasy world,

And let my imagination flow,

A paradise filled with trees

Exotic birds fly through the air,

Waves inch closer in on shore,

The leaves heard rustling in the air,

A blanket spread out on the white sands,

Whales croon far off in the distance,

I light the candles and pour champagne,

On a crystal plate chocolate truffles with strawberries on the side,

I lay on top of this blanket,

Mahogany skin glistening from the moonlight,

A dark chocolate bikini on sheer wrap around my waste,

Adorned with a gold anklet to compliment my sandals,

I lay on my side and in the distance I see,

My Mandingo warrior shoulders broad,

And his powerful walk strutting my way,

I am in a bliss as the wind presses his slacks against his body,

A cream button down wide open giving me pleasure,

I stand up to greet you with a soft hug and long kiss,

We clasp hands and stroll along the shores,

Talking and stopping every now and then to embrace,

On our way back you swoop me off my feet and gently lay me across the blanket,

We feed each other sweet treats and sip a little bubbly,

As the night falls and the liquor does its job,

Candles are blown out and a fire ignites between the both of us,

We move every thing aside and meet each other with touch,

From our lips to our hands to intertwined legs,

My wrap has been removed and my panties pulled to the side,

Your fingers caress my clitoris and moans fall from my mouth,

Your tongue explores further muffling the sounds,

And inside two fingers slide all my juices flow,

I unbuckle your belt and undo your button and zipper,

To find my big surprise I’d been waiting all night for,

I gentle stroke the length of you,

And use the tip of my finger to tease your head,

On cue you untie my top and the sides of my bottoms,

With my chocolate mounds exposed

Your eyes light up and down your head goes,

Kissing each one and licking and sucking,

I am about to cum the little freak I am

And we haven’t even fucked,

Ready to explode you slide out your fingers,

Taste them and smile,

Pulling down your boxers eight inches exposed,

You removed your shirt and oh I melted,

I talked myself into it and I am glad I did………

Kameisha Asberry

March Ninth Two Thousand and Ten

2012-01-27T20:57:00.000-08:00

"My Morning"

I wake up in the morning,

Lay in bed for a minute,

Thinking about my day,

It’s early but I have a lot of energy,

I bounce my behind right to the bathroom,

Grab my toothbrush and toothpaste,

Turn on my little radio,

Let the sounds of soul fill the air,

No lights, just candles,

Settling into a steamy shower..

I start singing along,

Out of nature, I close my eyes and my hands roam.

Once I have pleasured myself,

I brush my teeth, scrub down in my Olay body wash,

I rinse and shut off the water,

stepping out, bypassing the towel,

Dripping wet all the way to the closet,

I have to find my outfit,

So I can match it up with my bra and panties,

By the time I am done coordinating,

I am ready to pay more attention to me,

I grab my Jergen’s Shea Butter,

Stand in front of mirror,

And rub me all over,

I like it when it get’s that glow…

I grab my undies and put them on in the mirror,

Style my hair, looking good,

I head out to the living room,

Set up the ironing board, (*love my creases)…

Cut on the T.V. to catch the news and a little oxygen,

I neatly put everything on, Piece by piece,

Making sure it all flows together,

Spraying my perfume once on my hair, shirt, and thighs

Cook my breakfast, head to Quick-Trip for a Caramel Cappuccino,

Thanks for enjoying my morning with me….

Kameisha Asberry

January 5, 2010

2012-01-27T20:55:00.003-08:00

“Lets Lay Together”

　

Lay with me,

Don’t speak,

Lets just be,

My head on your chest,

I am comforted by your heartbeat,

Your large hands rubbing my back,

And a sheet covering the bottom half of us only,

Flesh on flesh you hold me tight,

As if this was the last night for us,

We have the curtains pulled back,

So the moon light can shine in,

A light breeze blows through the open window,

We just listen to nature and intertwine,

Becoming one with ourselves and everything around us,

The leaves being rustled by the wind,

As busy birds converse amongst themselves,

No city sounds for miles around,

Just that of the lake moving,

And water splashing against the waters edge

A crackling fire in the room,

Brings warmth to our bodies,

And down plays the cool nights chill,

Flames dance along the walls,

Displaying a beautiful ballet,

Grasshoppers can be heard in the distance,

Along with the coyote calling to the moon,

The same as our bodies to each other,

Resisting no longer,

I give in,

Like the flames on the wall,

And the animals of nature.

We became one

And do what is natural……

By: Kameisha Asberry

February Second Two Thousand & Ten

2012-01-27T20:55:00.001-08:00

“PEACEFUL WATERS”

Peace be still,

Strong current,

Dragging me out,

Far into the sea,

Stop thundering clouds,

Roaring around me,

Blinding lighting,

Move away from me,

So that I may see my way,

Peace be still,

The boat rocks back and forth,

Tides high as mountains,

Crashing against my vessel,

Attempting to tip me,

Forcing me further,

Out into the seas,

Fighting to go one direction,

Being pulled another,

Strong current,

Where are you taking me,

I’ve had enough,

I want to go on my own way,

Battle over mind and heart ensues,

Questioning my better judgment,

I am weakened,

Further we go now,

The current responds…..

Peace be still,

I can take this no longer,

Dropped anchor,

Current yanks harder,

I am moving no more,

Drowning trying to follow,

Swimming against my own current,

Now I go this way.

And you your own,

PEACE AND STIL the rest of my journeys…..

By Kameisha Asberry

February twenty-fourth two thousand and ten..

“Another metaphor”

Peace in life comes when you love you first….

2012-01-27T20:54:00.001-08:00

“RAIN MY POISON”

Rain gently tapped on my window. The moonlight illuminating the house. Rose pedals are leading the way from the front door to the bathroom. I went to Priscilla’s today, Daddy’s eyes smile as he opens the door. Let me take off this wet coat. I pull the coat down off his shoulders and lean in softly kissing his lips. I turn around and motion for him to follow.

We make it to the bedroom, I stop and stand there in a sexy pose letting him admire his new favorite outfit, then move in and start undressing him. It is raining and Daddy knows there is nothing that turns me on more. The water has been running for a couple of minutes so the bathroom is steamy and hot.

He holds my hand as I step in the shower. Damn, as long as we’ve been together, I still can’t focus when he’s naked. My sex button is being pressed almost making me want to be selfish. But, instead I massage his shoulders and lay my head on his back. When he is relaxed we embrace. The warm water cascades all over us. We close our eyes and indulge in the moment. He brings me back to reality by his member trying to find his way between my thighs. I spread my thighs and close them back around him. Daddy likes that, it’s our thing. He laughs then we lovingly wash each other down and leave the bathroom straight to the bed.

Tonight I want to be his chocolate sundae. I allow him to handcuff me to the bed. He sets the key on the nightstand looks at me and says, “If you be a good girl, I might let you go…” He blindfolds me and the room gets quiet. I hear his footsteps leaving out and down the hall.

A couple of minutes passed then I hear him sitting things on the night stand. Unaware he is leaning over me, a cool breeze tickles my belly button. He has a piece of ice in his mouth, He is blowing the cool air all over my body allowing the melting water to drip on me. He removes the ice and with his cold lips and tongue takes my breast into his mouth. Sounds of ecstasy escape from me. My lady friend wet and jumping for Daddy. He is very much aware by the arch in my back and the length of my nipples as they stand up in the air.

Daddy slides his fingers to my special place. Rubbing his hands over the soft curly hair and brushing his hand past my clit repeatedly. Without warning plunging his fingers deep inside me, I thought my back would break , the way he made my body jerk. He all of a sudden isn’t touching me anymore. I am confused. Pressure rises from the bed, The room is quiet and footsteps are moving again.

He has moved down to the foot of the be and is now between my thighs.. He kisses a trail back up leaning in over me Daddy removes the blind fold and with both his hands on either side of me like a pro he slides inside of me. A tear rolls down my eye. He kisses it away. My soul is on fire for this man.

He kisses me deeply Showing me just how much he loved me. Working me until I came and came and came. He wanted me to turn over and bend over the edge of the bed so he untied me. As requested, I did what Daddy wanted. He long stroked me until he was ready to explode. I went ahead and bounced it on him until he was against the wall. I spread my legs and grabbed my ankles and bounced on him some more until he exploded deep inside of me.

He thought the show was over not even. I locked around him and worked him back to life laid him on the bed climbed on top. I bounced and rocked and grinded on that thang so good. Daddy had to reach up and pull me down and hold me close to stop from Cuming. I grabbed his hands from around me placed them over his head and went back to work. Every time he tried to pull away, I’d bounce harder , finally he came. I willingly lay across his chest and fell asleep with him inside of me….

By Kameisha Asberry

January Tenth Two-Thousand and Ten

2012-01-27T20:53:00.001-08:00

“She Has A Mind Of Her Own To”

I have to sets of lips,
Both pink in the inside,
One has a sexy little mustache,
The other a silky fro.
Both moist on the inside,
But, one will rain on you,
When treated right,
They both have tongues,
The best one starts with pearl,
One will lock around your rod,
And let the juices flow,
When you are deep inside,
The other will let out lovely sounds,
Sounds of pleasure,
When we dance between the sheets,
One says no,
The other says yes,
They fuss,
They fight,
They both have a mind of there own,
When Daddy‘s not home,
And it’s to much to bare,
The arguing wont stop,
I close my eyes,
Escaping to my fantasies,

And pleasure myself,

Using my hands..

By: Kameisha Asberry
December 29th 2009

2012-01-27T20:52:00.001-08:00

“Doing It”

He loved me slow,

He stroked me long,

He breathed on my neck,

He went down low,

He nibbled on my breast,

Rubbing the length of my thighs,

Grinding against me,

He looked into my eyes,

With a menacing smile,

He closed his eyes,

Moaning in my ear,

As if inside me,

Heating me up.

His tongue traveled,

From my neck,

To my chin,

Finding my lips,

Parting them,

He whispered, “ May I?”,

Speechless by the question,

I didn’t respond,

So he took his hand,

Started caressing my arm,

Exploring lower,

Stroking my beautiful island,

To the entrance of my cave,

Making entrance,

“May I?”, he asked again,

Penetrating me with his fingers,

I moan softly,

Kissing them to a muffle,

He moves them in and out of me,

Grinding my Kiki on his fingers,

He asked again,

This time before I could reply,

His fingers slide out,

He went down and gave her one more kiss,

Promising to be gentle,

And dove deep inside,

Grinding, stroking, pulling my hair,

Tasting my lips,

Sucking on his tongue,

Overcome by passion,

Creaming over and over again,

We change positions

Me on top,

Sitting up straight like a big girl,

I slide down slow,

Gripping from the inside,

I start to ride,

The fan is off in the room,

A warm breeze flows in from the window,

Swaying the curtains back and forth,

Sweat falls from my body,

Dripping on to him,

Wet and slippery,

He grabs me by the waist,

Moving down to the edge of the bed,

With his arms wrapped around my waist,

He stands up,

My back against the wall,

He digs deep inside me,

Overwhelmed by his stroke,

These thighs began to shake,

Holding me close,

Wearing a sexy smirk on his face,

He flips me over,

Hands on the bed,

Feet on the floor,

Clutching my waist,

Penetration with every inch of him,

He found my sweet spot ,

Letting me know who’s Daddy,

First me,

Then him,

In his arms, we fell asleep…!

By Kameisha Asberry

4 April 2010

2012-01-27T20:51:00.000-08:00

“When Daddy’s Home From Work”

The sun fell, and I was getting the mood set. Daddy on his way from work and deserve to be filled up. I roll his blunt and set it next to the ashtray along with his hot plate of food. The T.V. is set to E.S.P.N. his favorite channel. He walks in the door and I know he needs his time. I busy myself in the bathroom soaking in my rose scented bubbles.. I’m enjoying me thinking about what I am about to do.

I shave my legs, and trim my tropical paradise. Let my hair flow in fat bouncy curls and rub my body down in Victoria Secret’s Berry Kiss. I tease myself a little to get the juices flowing. I have nothing on but one of his wife beaters. My little cheeks are hanging out and my nipples show through my shirt.

I walk straight to him and stand in front of him. I close my eyes and throw my head back.. Allowing him to take his time taking it all in.. He starts caressing me and like a big girl I stand there and take it. Nothing escapes but slight moans of pleasure as his fingertips brush past my nipples. He roughly grabs me by my waist and pulls me close.

My shirt is coming up and his tongue has found my naval. My body is about to explode but it’s his lead tonight. So I brace for what’s about to come as his tongue slides down low. He finds my thighs and leaves a trail of kisses from there to my special place. He’s pleased to find I am already wet and takes his to fingers out slides them in his mouth then raises up to kiss me. Back downtown as quick as he came up. He just wanted to let me know why he loved me so much. Sweet berry filled nookie keeps Daddy crazy.

He slides those two fingers right back in as deep as he can moving them in and out . He slows down when he plants those soft lips right on my clit. He begins sucking on her and moving his fingers up and down inside of me. He then starts running his tongue the full length of my love canal and popping my clit in and out his mouth.

Pleasure getting intense and I am trying to be a big girl, but soon I start to run and he repays me by locking his arms around my legs. My legs are shaking and my heart is beating fast. My clit steadily being sucked and popped in and out of his mouth.. He feels me about to explode and raises up in a natural motion and enters me. I skeet all over his stomach and watch it glisten down his pipe.. He smiles and starts to deep stroke me and look me in my eyes.

He says don’t bit your lip baby talk to me. My lip now replaced with his tongue. I suck on his tongue as he keeps giving me everything I need, deep inside me daddy can you reach my heart beat. When I think he’s showed my all he can. My legs find his shoulder and my breast his mouth. He’s looking in my eyes. Asking me do I love daddy’s dick. And who’s is it. Yet again another position unfolds. “doggy style” my favorite position . Smack my ass Daddy, pull my hair a little, long stroke me as I watch you sliding in and out of me. Be nice daddy and slow it down.

He does as I asked but for only a few seconds. I feel the pulse in his manhood and know what is coming.. Like a wild man the strokes are faster and as deep as he can go. I clinch my muscles tight and vibrate myself on him. He is grunting and holding my waist tight. I feel him release inside of me. I continue to contract my muscles until he pulls out of me..

I am Daddy’s treat after a long days work……

Kameisha Asberry 12-26-09