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Dreamwalker





Lips were suddenly on my neck; that spot on my neck where my pulse could be felt the strongest. The spot that a mate was drawn to by some invisible force that begged him to mark me as his own. I whimpered as I felt his tongue dash out, licking the spot in preparation for the initial bite all the while our bodies were still connected. Finally, my mate was here, the other half of my soul. He pounded inside me, stroking the flames of my inner inferno. His size stretched me, claimed me, demanded pleasure that I wasn't sure I could provide but was helpless to deny. Higher and higher the flames grew. Harder and faster he went. My legs instantly wrapped around his waist. My heels dug into his buttocks, my arms grabbed on to his. Sweat rolled down my body leaving a trail between my breasts, across my stomach, and past my navel until it disappeared between my legs. I felt my inner muscles clamp down; shrinking as if the tightness was trying to hold him into me forever. My canines elongated. The hands I had used to pull him close shifted into claws. My control was gone. Finally my wolf could truly run free. I smiled realizing that he too had started a half shift lost in the sensations. My climax was so close I could taste its sweetness and just like that I woke up.

This was so completely frustrating. As a wolf shifter, I should completely understand what was going on with me. After all, I had been dreaming of my life’s mate for the past six years. It was normal to first meet in a dream. What wasn't normal was that in the six years I have been dreaming of him, I wasn't one step closer to finding out who he was. I went to the elders, begged for advice but the reply was always the same: when the time was right, our physical selves would catch up with our spiritual. The problem with that was I was in heat and being unmated and in heat spelled disaster in every language I knew. The thought of living through a week of constant arousal alone made me want to cry. However, the mere thought of a substitution other than my mate made me sick. Once mated, the touch of another male would have negative effects on my health. Until I was mated, however, I was free to wolf around with whoever I saw fit. Unfortunately, no one told my wolf that. Ever since she scented her mate, dream world or not, no one else caught her attention. This was becoming one long week and it had just begun. When we met in my dreams tonight, I was going to take matters into my own hands.

I can't believe I did it. For the past six years I was always awoken in my dreams to my mate thrusting inside me. If there had been foreplay prior to that throbbing sensation, my mind must have closed it out, only revealing the exact moment where our bodies became one. Tonight was different though. Tonight, I searched for him and found him asleep not quite yet prepared to journey into my mind. Slowly, I lowered myself next to him, kissing from him neck to earlobe. I nipped lightly but firmly enough to cause a reaction. His body began to awaken even as his mind had yet to awaken for me. Firmly, I grabbed hold of his shaft and began to stroke up and down, amazed at how quickly it went from soft to steel. In my previous dreams, passionate, yet brief, I never had the chance to explore him so I took the time to visually explore every inch of his body. In my fascination, I didn’t even realize that he had awakened and was staring at me both confused and pleased at the same time. Just when I was leaning in to taste him, he whispered a moan that caused me to momentarily stop in my tracks. I recovered quickly, smiling like a child who was just caught trying to sneak a sweet treat before dinner. He rolled on top of me and kissed me. A kiss that turned the power off in my brain while increasing the senses directly connected to my core. I felt the liquid pool between my legs until it had no choice but to flow down. An arousal I felt sure he could smell. After all, I was counting on it. I needed him to understand the urgency of finding me. I needed him. My body craved him to fill the void that only a mate could. Releasing my mouth he latched on to a nipple, sucking it so hard it sent a shock to my clitorus making me squirm. Not one to ignore, he used one hand to tweak my other nipple while using his other hand to pinch and pull my aroused button. I'd cum like this with him before so I wasn't afraid I would miss my chance if I gave in to the orgasm rushing towards me. I cried out as he slipped two fingers inside me, caressing a spot I had yet to find on my own and sent me flying over the edge. When I regained the ability to think, he was already inside me exacting slow, lazy strokes. The time came to confess my need, while he was distracted by our passion but not yet overwhelmed. "I need you mate." I whispered. We had spoken before but it was always with the purpose of heightening the moment. "Need? Hard (he thrust harder), fast (he thrust faster). Tell me mate. Ask and you shall have." Well, since he put it that way. "I need you to find me," and at the moment I pressed my fingers on my sweetness hurrying me to a climax that snatched me from my dream world. I awoke sexually frustrated but satisfied that I had done what I needed to convince him that whatever the reason he stayed away, the time had passed and I needed him.

Two days later and my heat was in full effect. I locked myself away. Even the air made my skin sizzle. I needed to cum so bad I almost said to hell with a mate and walked outside to let my scent send all the available males in a five mile radius to my door. The thing about wolves is when a female goes into heat it’s like a drug you’ve been addicted to all your life being dangled in front of you. Thankfully, we only go into heat once every three years. I was so consumed with the need for release that I didn’t care it wasn't with my mate, during my first heat. Since then, my wolf felt cheated out of the forever bond that mating created. This was the reason I endured being in physical pain; she wouldn't allow me to lose myself unless my mate was there to find me.

I couldn't sleep so I hadn't seen him since the night I asked him to find me. My wolf clawed at me needing to be set free as much as my human side. I didn't remember my last heat being this intense. I felt my skin tightening around my bones, discomfort everywhere not just my core. And then the scent hit me. A male was near. Not just any male but MY male. So close that my thick arousal suddenly went into overdrive as if sending out a signal for him to find me. I rushed to the door removing the barrier that kept my scent from alerting the pack of my condition. As soon as the lock was off and the door was open I was in his arms. His mouth crushed mine and a taste that was familiar and new greeted me. I was fully naked as clothes made no sense when nothing could touch me without making me weak with need. I wrapped my arms around his neck drawing him closer to me. He grabbed my legs lifting me up rubbing me against his groin in the process. Spinning me around and backing me up against the door he released me long enough to shed his clothes. Again our mouths connected, his hands roamed my body. We would have time to explore later but I needed him inside me now. I exposed my neck to him the same time he pushed inside my already drenched center. Finally we were together, and this time when he sank his teeth into my neck and his hardness into my core, I reached the stars and when I came down my mate was there. Joined with me forever and ready to enjoy our first in an eternity of heat spells together.


©2014, Priscilla Danita Robinson 


Priscilla D Robinson is the Author of Love's Moodswings: The Discovery, the Choice, and the Surrender to Love. Her debut book is a collection of three short stories that focus on different forms of love. Recently she began the task of writing down what her mind showed her and thus began her writing journey. When she is not off in a dream world she lives in Connecticut with her daughter. Robinson is currently a student at the University of Bridgeport for a bachelor's degree in Human Service. Her favorite saying is “the sky is always purple somewhere in the world” which means anything is possible if you know where to look for it.

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The Intriguing Mysteries of Lori Titus

There’s nothing more intriguing than an author who thinks outside and beyond a box to create frightful tales of ghosts, zombies, and dark characters from beyond.

A couple of weeks ago, as I was searching for new guests among a plethora of writers online to fill the Pink Lounge, Lori Titus had caught my eye in a writing group. Perhaps it was piercing her brown eyes and her gentle smile speaking to me from her profile picture; or, her love for the paranormal was just as profound as mine; or maybe...just maybe...I needed to know who this author was in a genre with so few African Americans. 




Imani: Lori, thank you for joining me in The Pink Lounge -- welcome. Let me ask you this question I ask all of my guest: What makes Lori Titus the woman she is today?

Lori: Many things go into making someone who they are. Two things that my mother taught me come to mind. Perseverance, because success requires trial, failure, and the stubbornness to get back up. The other value would be a curiosity about life and learning in general. .

Imani: As I was conducting research for this interview, I've noticed on many sites around the web that you convey mystery and intrigue. Share with the readers how writing "intrigued" you, and how did it lead you to the paranormal genre?

Lori: Writing, no matter what kind of story, is about unlocking mysteries. I love to get into the mind of a character, to hear their inner thoughts. Paranormal stories interest me because they allow you to operate without the ordinary rules. If you can create a world where monsters exist, telepathy is a given, or ghosts live among us, anything is possible.

Writing, no matter what kind of story, is about unlocking mysteries. I love to get into the mind of a character, to hear their inner thoughts. Paranormal stories interest me because they allow you to operate without the ordinary rules. If you can create a world where monsters exist, telepathy is a given, or ghosts live among us, anything is possible.

Imani: What's your methodology of a solid storyline?

Lori: My story ideas start with a question. What happens if a girl has abilities that she hides? What would happen if the dead could come back in one cursed town? From there the storyline develops through the actions of the characters. Each step supports the storyline and advances the characters' journey.

Imani: So is it fair to ask that you are character-driven?

Lori: Yes, I guess you could say that. I definitely like to experiment.  If I don’t like how something comes out it can always be cleaned up in the editing process.

Imani: Although we have known each other for a brief time, as well as reading most of your work online, I want to say before we go further that you are a phenomenal writer. So, share with the readers each of your titles and their brief descriptions.

Lori: Thanks so much for the compliment!

Here's a list of my titles:

Hunting in Closed Spaces: A young girl is abducted by a man who says he was sent to protect her. Why are the powerful members of The Circle out to get her at any cost?

Lazarus: In Lazarus, California, 1869, the dead don't always stay that way. Enter Luella, a woman with a mysterious past and a plan to stop the dead from rising.

Green Water Lullaby: A collection of stories featuring ghosts, ghouls and other bad things in the town of Chrysallis, South Carolina.

Hailey's Shadow: As an adult now accused of murder, Hailey had a troubled childhood, and was known for starting fires. Are the "shadows" that she sees a fabrication of a disturbed mind, or are they real?

The Guardians of Man: This novel was a collaboration with Crystal Connor. In an isolated mountain community, residents fear the coming of winter after a worldwide power outage has left them without heat. What starts off as a technological disaster is revealed to be something worse - the ultimate battle between good and evil.

Imani: Of all of your characters, which one you would like to interview and why?

Lori: I would like to talk to Justin, Marradith's love interest from Hunting in Closed Spaces. He's one of those characters you never know what he will say.

Imani: The Paranormal genre have a pool of talented writers, and yet the number of African American authors are minimal. Why do you think that is so? And could it be an unreasonable fear within the African American community towards the genre?

Lori: I am not sure what it is. I believe that fundamentalist religion has something to do with the fact we don't see many blacks writing in paranormal or horror genres. That said, we are big consumers of this kind of fiction, in books and movies. I believe it’s considered a guilty pleasure by most in the black community.

 I am not sure what it is. I believe that fundamentalist religion has something to do with the fact we don't see many blacks writing in paranormal or horror genres. That said, we are big consumers of this kind of fiction, in books and movies. I believe it’s considered a guilty pleasure by most in the black community.

Imani: Now, you have coauthored a few titles with authors; such as, Crystal Conner and Olivia Weston. Tell us how you met these individuals, and what are the pros and cons to coauthor books?

Lori: I met Crystal through Facebook. After a while we started talking about writing together. Crystal writes more horror driven and sci fi dark fiction as opposed to mine, which tends to be paranormal and romance driven. Olivia Weston had edited for Crystal before, and she agreed to edit The End is Now and The Guardians of Man.

Imani: Do you have plans for another collaboration with these ladies? Or, are you flying solo with your own project(s)? And if so, could you share with us the details?

Lori: Crystal and I don't have anything specific planned, but I am sure we'll collaborate again.  I have a plot idea that I am holding on to just in case.

Imani: Among your litany of accolades and achievements, you also own the website "Flashes in the Dark". Share with the readers the concept behind this site, and where do you see it going in five years?

Lori: My goal for the next five years remains the same but on a larger scale - to introduce new and established writers to readers who don't have much time but want to be entertained.

Imani: Tell us one thing you haven't shared with your readers. It can be a quirk, a favorite food, or a hidden talent. The floor is yours.

Lori: I think most people would but surprised to know that most of my stories have tie ins. Luella is a great aunt to Marradith. The Guardians of Man also has a tie in to The Marradith Ryder Series.

Imani:  Finally, as an artist, we have muses and person(s) we admired to help shape our craft. So, who is your inspiration and if they were here right now, what would you say to them?

Lori: I would tell my sister, Linda that it was all worth it.

Imani: Lori, thank you for stopping by The Lounge. I had a blast. Tell the readers where they can purchase your work, as well as finding you on the web?

Lori: My work is available on Amazon.com. I am expecting to have a new novel called The Bell House out in December or January. I also have two novels in progress. One is tentatively titled The Daughters of Cain, which is about halfway through the first draft. The second is The Art of Shadows, which will be going to an editor soon. Shadows is the second book in The Marradith Ryder Series.


To learn more about Lori Titus and her amazing work visit her at LoriBeth215.wordpress.com and FlashesInTheDark.com.
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TRAPPED WITH MY EYES WIDE OPEN




Trapped in darkness with my eyes wide open
Feeling around like a lost little girl
in the vast, emptiness of this cruel world

Sadness is not defined by my blank stare
or the tears streaming down my face
staining my curly black hair
or the anxiety I feel in my heart
numbing paralysis
feeling like my soul is drifting apart

It’s an indescribable emotion
that some may not understand
They tell you to snap out of it
or just to bow your head with
praying hands

Unrealistic effortless emotion
is surreal is like a purple sun
Metastasize like a tumor
from your mind to your tongue

A whirlwind spinning out of control
falling rapidly in a deep black hole
You fight for every breath
even though your soul is alive
Suffocating intently
as you began to panic and cry

Wanting break free from this
Spiritual cancer
Shackling me down
where I can’t see the answer
Fearing of what lies ahead
through the darkness of
uncertainty
Needing to move on,
Needing to break free
Needing to once again to be
me

Trapped with my eyes wide open
Squirming away from the spiritual
adversary hold
Lingering for a new day
for this bruised and
tattered soul

Speculation is an old innovation
of trapped minds
Desolation is mere dust
envelop by the cruel hand
of time

My steps are as valiant
as lavender spring flowers
Revitalization is my essential
superpower

Sometimes the somberness
will always be a part me
Yet, the darkness….
will never, ever, defeat
me!

© 2009, Imani Wisdom
Pink Noire Publications, LLC



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I Bend, But I Don't Break!



I once have had,
and now it’s gone
You can’t bring back
yesterdays,
or cry what has been
Echoes of old laughter
flood my mind
Despite the swelling feelings
brewing inside
Choose to run or hide
but I hold my head
up high..,

I smile

Stretchin’ that dollar
from fifteen cents
for bills
for food
for clothes
and yet sometimes
you just don’t know
when the unexpected
happens
Still, from all it said and done...

I smile

How can someone smile
despite waking to clouds
of uncertainty?
Staying optimistic when the rain
won’t stop,
or hurried winds sweepin’ your mood
How can anyone stay positive
when life is cruel?
Well, I don’t know ‘bout you,
but I smile

If darkness arise from nowhere
Lift your head unashamed
Weeping is temporary,
but joy comes in the morning
 You think you’re breakable
when in truth you only
bend
Straighten yourself up, my friend
and smile

How can anyone smile knowing
their life’s out of control?
Or question God’s intention
and significant role?

How can anyone continue to dream
when doors are jammed shut?
Or thing when goes awry and nothing
what it seems?
Or the proverbs of their words
taste bitter than sweet?


Yet there’s always a reason to smile .Nothing, no one, not even the worst of my enemies can stop the sunshine. I smile because I want to, not because I can. My smile represents my strength, my inner bond. It’s a shield against doubts, as well as signifying I’m charge of my life. As long as I have breath in this body, my defining moments will be the ones I create, and not the destructive thoughts from man. And that’s what freewill is about – making your choices. So, I choose a simplistic form of healing that never cost a dime; it’s effortless as you’re breathing right now – I choose to smile. 

©Imani Wisdom, 2013

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WHAT NON-POETS DO WHEN WE'RE BLISSFULLY CONTENT



My beacon that shines above
that illuminates a weary soul.
You’re a blessing with no disguise;
a right thief that comes gently
into the night.

How long has it been?
Days turned to weeks;
then weeks turned to months
Now years?
And yet, you’re still here;
patiently waiting for that day
when you and I are more than you and I
When two souls emerge into an infinite one.

You’ve shown me patience
You’ve shown me kindness
You’ve never, ever, boast
You’re never, ever, been the type to self-seek
You’re just a man, a unique man
Who flaws I adore more
than the rest of your perfections.

I care for more of who you are
than what you are.
I heed to your grace;
the darkness of your skin
Your exquisite smile
Your God-fearing ways
And yet I’m waiting for that day;
when saying those words,
those ever precious,
sacred words
rolling from my lips
onto yours
with a thunderous, yet sweet kiss.

To be bound by your soul
To be enamored by your wit
To be enthralled by compassion
I hunger for your desire
I yearn for your strength

You’re my midnight
as I’m your stars,
painting through the sky.
With a stroke of destiny’s brush;
allowing the wind to create something
special
perhaps, a prelude to such

Still, you’re a man who’s never been proud
Not easily-angered
or point out wrongs
You’re just man, a unique man
who rides on hope when it’s rare to hope
who’s faithful when faithless is the trend.
A man who I respect,
my lover, my best friend.

I’m not a poet by heart
Hopeless romantic on occasions,
but a woman with this expression
that run deep,
deep beyond any emotion.
Feelings are so overwhelming
they’re like a riveting potion

So, yes, I feel the same way
And still hoping to the day;
when you and I becomes an infinite one.
Blissfully content.
Blissfully done.

To be continue…


©2013, Imani Wisdom
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