Want

He wanted her. He wanted to know what it would feel like for his hands to travel her smooth black skin or how exhilarating it would be to puree her insides. He would imagine her body dripping wet straddled on top of his, with her natural essence being released onto him. He envisioned her breast pressed firmly against his chest while holding her tightly, stroking her deeply. He wanted to watch the moon reflecting off her naked flesh.

She wanted him. She wanted to have her naked canvas posted against the wall being painted by him as she anticipated each stroke. She would imagine reaching out, caressing his ailing lips and having him nestled tightly against her as she inhaled his scent. She envisioned the night ending with them succumbing in total bliss and welcoming the morning in puddles of their own messes. She wanted to stare into his eyes as her body called out for him. -Valerie Rene’a

Valerie Rene’a – Author

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She knew me…

She knew me but her body didn’t, my hands caressing her flesh as I pressed up against it, I saw excitement dancing around in her eyes as I felt the tension being released between her thighs. It came to no surprise just how much she yearned for me, the languages her body spoke I was fully capable of translating. Her skin sun kissed with glory, melaninating as she lay here before me. Her hair in coils tangled within my palms, her full lips tracing my cheeks as her moans became my songs. I inhaled her essence while our bodies pressed against these sheets and I planned on taking my time in the pursuit of her happiness as I nurtured every inch and curve for the pleasure she seek. I want to consume her as I fulfill every desire my black butterfly spreading her wings as I penetrated deeply inside her. I felt the sensations build in my feet coursing through my body as she did her thing on top of me. This God, this Queen now a resident of me as I submerge myself into her being.
-Valerie Rene’a

Touch

Sitting here staring at my screen, keys pressed against my fingertips and then there’s those thoughts of you that still exist within me, flashes of my memory. I still yearn for your touch so much that my senses were heighten in a way that I imagine you still inside me and it’s arousing. I was in an endless state of possibility and promise once again I opened up to you inviting you within these walls letting you reside in me. These thoughts provoking my moans to screams picturing us colliding beneath these sheets, moans playing out in my ears like music as my fingers strummed at my curves, thumbing at my strings. I was a puppet as you mastered the art of making love to me, we became poetry in motion and my streams you turned them into oceans. I devoted myself into the thought of you, the thought of me. This act no longer curiosity but the reality of my hands touching me. The words from my lips briefly paused from the undo pleasure as I imagine my tongue tracing your neck to below your chest before resting back on your lips again. Damn to have this again, my body roaming yours as my kisses seek out the depth of you. I haven’t felt that feeling since; that bliss, that elated state where you and I exist, now I just touch myself and reminisce.
-Valerie Rene’a

Her Story

I knew I would touch her I just didn’t know where and when, scenes I’ve played out of my mind well before this evening; the things I’d do to her, the positions I’d put her in, and the words that I’d leave her screaming. Her body spoke of confidence in languages she’s yet to understand, the way she looked at me, the touch of her hands, and the shit said …man damn. She was in control and now my body was her playground. I submitted while being gifted as she climbed on top of me, she shifted her body then she started watching me. My moans became the only voice she seek, so I just closed my eyes threw up hands up and let her do her thing to me. She rocked me, rocked me steady. I felt like I’d died and gone to heaven only to blessed with something more heavenly, this shit was scary to me. I was nervous but I knew in my reality this shit was real, she was real. I just felt like if I opened my eyes this Queen would disappear. So her body became Braille and I read her story as each syllable collapsed around me. I poured myself into her deeply embedded between the folds of her sheets, she made seconds feel like minutes and hours feel like eternity. I read her from the beginning to end, tracing her with my fingertips until she was ready to start all over again. And when we were done her body spoke to me, now in moans, shivers, and juices flowing onto the sheets. This was her autobiography!
-Valerie Rene’a

She was like magic…

She was like magic and I was in the audience watching this dove spread her wings, she preparing for me. She earned it. She earned for me to set her free. She wanted me to taste her till she fell weak.  It was more than physical; skin against skin, it was the way her body felt when I whisper against it and the way my words formed libraries inside her. She was desperate for passion. Anticipation was being written all over her face, she wanted her desires claimed. I knew what it would take, so I proceeded with a slow and steady pace. My hands slowly traced her frame and with my eyes she heard the words I couldn’t say. Mere seconds but it felt like minutes, possibly hours as I touched her with tenderness. Lord, she was heaven sent. She wasn’t perfect so I kissed at all her flaws, that meant she was perfect to me and so she deserved this blessing. She was the kinks in her hair, those full lips, that brown skin, and those childbearing hips. I was in search for her pleasure, meeting her moans with deeper kisses. And if freedom was what she wanted then I was going to give it. I opened the cage, and with my tongue she became free, spreading her legs like wings beneath me. Staring at me as if she was asking for release, and with a nod I gave her permission and continued to with ease. Trembling against my constant licks this beautiful dove came back to back for me. After all, it wasn’t that she wanted to be set free, she just wanted to stretch her wings signifying her desires to release and I agreed. She was like magic and now I’ve been behind the scenes, but when I’m in the audience she knows her secret is safe with me.
-Valerie Rene’a