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The Naughty Girls’ Party…continued

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Ms. Fire’s guests arrived

Some enjoyed appetizers

Standing around the bar

Sipping drinks

A few immediately sat on a huge sofa

Others relaxed on her lush loveseat

Laughter, like background music

In a room full of sexy secure ladies

Ms.Fire and I put masks on everyone

While circulating the room

Remembering those first impressions

And responses to their masks

Those with their internal flames on high

And ready to watch my demonstrations

And spend money

Those who are neutral but easy to sway

Never missing the ones

Who claim they are just there to support

And even hesitate to wear the masks

They are my special projects

Once I get them

They will stay.


Demonstration #1

Creating the mood

I recited Cum Cries

Brought the ladies into my E-zone

And asked with smooth seduction

“Who wants to be my assistant tonight?

I need you to model some of my lingerie,

Wear samples of the scented massage oils,

And allow me to show you how to use a few of the toys.

The benefits of being my assistant

Come in this big bag of goodies

All for you!

Quietly waiting for the uninhibited women

To vie for position as my assistant

Zoey, Chanel, and Gia volunteered

I really wanted to use all three

Because their energy was perfect.


I chose Zoey

She had the perfect body for my lingerie

And her excitement lit the room

We went into the spare bedroom

Where I displayed my lingerie for the ladies to peruse

Before I could tell Zoey to choose something to wear

She was already holding the leopard bodysuit up to her curves.

“Morena, I am ready to put this on. May I?”

“Please.” My eyes like firelights behind my mask.

Come Home Early

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213 Honey Brown

How may I serve you?

Today’s special:

“Come Home Early”

I unlocked the front door

Hang your jacket

And free your hands

Unwind your mind.


Bring the chilled glasses

from the freezer

Take the strawberries

and whipped cream

from the refrigerator.


Come to the bathroom

Where relaxation awaits us

Sensual and soothing

Sage and vanilla

Candles dance with

Wind chimes in the distance.


Place our glasses and fruit

on the bathtub tray

Pour us a little Stella Peach

While I perch on smooth porcelain

In my lavender panties and bra

And your favorite silver spiked stilettos

Before I watch you undress.


Remove your clothes

One piece at a time

I appreciate every sexy detail

The clank of your buckle

That rush of your zipper’s descent

The whispering fall of your crisp shirt

And that final sigh

before you pull down your shorts

Releasing caged desires

Come to me baby.


Standing to weaken your naked strength

My feet slip out of each shoe

Sauntering into your personal space

Removing my bra and panties

While I kiss your lips like bait.


Picking me up

My legs straddle your waist

Open arms envelope your neck

You slowly step into the water

Easing us both down gently

into bubbly bliss.




Flight 11:11

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We met on a Thursday


Flight 11:11

Destination, The Grand Cayman Island

Everything we needed was in one bag

It wouldn’t require much

As long as we had each other

Our case was full.

Upon take-off, stress descended in puffs

Taking flight on the exhaust of our minds

Safe, secure, secluded

Reality’s bondage packed and abandoned

When we reached the highest altitude

I felt your hand in mine

Closed my eyes

And erased time.

Hours of sealed breathing

Contained within the cabin in the sky

Began to stir new fantasies

You and I on sandy beaches

In hot sun and cool waves

Candlelit dinners in our cottage

Before melodic love-making

I smiled at the possibilities

Painted in oils on the canvas of my mind.

We arrived on warm, virgin land

Sensing the urgency of the crowd

But grasped the thrill of just us

Knowing it would be barely minutes

Until the hunger and thirst

Would be satiated, replenished, and birthed again.

Windows watched us

While we eagerly approached

the cabana nestled in the palms

What we brought inside

Had timeless life within.

Before you could close the door behind me

the intensity of our embrace

obscured the world around us.

The kitchen imbibed our hunger

We devoured each other’s passions

Absorbing and breathing internal heat

With each starved kiss.

You found the caramel for the coffee

But it became the topping

On my cocoa-tipped scoops

I discovered the honey for the tea

But it enveloped the strength

Of your pre-sweetened vessel.

We fell asleep on the floor

Meant only for standing

But to our burning flesh

The stones gave a welcomed chill.

Wanting You

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I want you here
So we can wake up
And hit the snooze button together
Wrap sheets around us
To hold the warmth we make
After having each other for breakfast.
I want you here
So we can make pancakes and eggs
While maple bacon is frying
And French roast coffee automatically
Drips in cups for us,
While we sit at the table
In disarray from last night’s
Half-eaten pizza
And diluted liquid left
In glasses with lip prints.
I want you here
So we can make love for lunch
Take a 2 p.m. nap
Intertwine our legs
Lock our bodies in the middle of the couch
Until the dinner order arrives.
I want you here
To be my dessert
My organic berries
My sweet potato pie
My vanilla frosting
Chocolate chips
And creamy filling.
I want you here
So we can wake up
To Sunday morning sunrise
Seeing last night in our eyes
Cuddle with mid-day movies on TV
And wrap up again in sheets
That remember our scents
Before awakening on Monday
When we hit the snooze button together again.

Inspire Me for 30 Days, Day 17