Imani Wisdom's brainchild -- Pink Noire Publications -- has been known for her unpredictable style of storytelling. Now its founder is expanding the "pink and black" brand to shine on prolific artists. From the inspirationalist, Danica Worthy to bestselling author, Stacy Deanne, Pink Noire understand these talented individuals know how to express their craft through words, song, dance, and stroke of a brush.

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This Is Not Your Average Church Lady Read!


I love God. I'm a woman. I'm deeply spiritual. And, I'm human. These were my initial thoughts as I read Jenna Johnson's "Sins of the Flesh".

This short story began with a curious woman named, Lily. She was beautiful, devout, and yet felt a rage of guilt because of her love for God and his Word.

Now, since the story is short, I won't go into further details of whom she meets, and why, without giving any spoilers. But I will say, there's a "Lily" in all of us. We want to do and live right through our religious values, and yet, there comes a time when our journeys steer us in unexpected directions - sometimes for good and sometimes not so good. Yet, through it all, we lived and learned through challenges and temptations.

This book may not be for everyone. And some probably won't get the premise of the story without questioning the author's intentions.

However, as a writer myself, I respect innovative minds that goes against the status quo and understands the complexities of an imperfect life.

I give Johnson's book 4.8 stars, which I'll round it to a solid five because this story deserves some praise.

No, wait. I didn't mean to phrase that way.

I meant: This book deserves A LOT of praise!

No pun intended, of course.

Now on Amazon

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SWEET INHIBITIONS




       By Imani Wisdom


PHASE ONE: INHIBITIONS

Entangle me with your inhibition. Kissing me softly in places only reserve for you. With the warmness of your breath as it touches my skin, I shiver with enticement and move my hands slowly down to my body to where you lay. An uncontrollable passion yearns deeply in the forefront of desires, it’s where life begins and womanhood emerges from the shadows. It’s where the nectarous river stream is a rich white satin, gently cascading on the tip of his tongue. I dig deeper within the threads of the sheet, grasping it with fanatical fury. Cries of my pleasure climb to an octave, and I grab around the lining of his fade. It didn’t matter if a bead of sweat is falling like tears. I’m living in an infinite possibility where fantasy meets reality. Then his eyes rise above the bed of my lips to connect with mine. Mutual satisfaction quietly roars. This is only the first phase.




PHASE TWO: NECTAROUS RIVER

I’m in an orgasmic escapade of his sensual essence. Enamoring by his silky cocoa skin, it’s soft and luscious like a tantalizing dessert. I’m nibbling slowly around the most delicate of delicates, kissing him on the strongest of his regions until I fade away like a sunset. Minutes have become a lifetime as he squirms from instant gratification. There are no words uttering from his sweet lips, only replying with a slow and endearing sigh. The sound of his excitement is causing me to delve further into my indulgence. He loves it and I’m untamed for it! By the tickling of his veins warmly kissing me inside the beast of my cocoon, I’m devouring into his masculinity. Aggressively grasping to his gateway of life and gently shuddering while his falsetto rises to beautiful music. Nectarous rivers flows once again to a satisfaction galore. And once more….my job is done. It’s time for phase three.

To be continued...


©2010, Imani Wisdom
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Little Black Book From Melodi



"Absolutely. Where do you want it?" she asked me, applying the cherry red lip-stick flawlessly to her full lips, puckering them. I presented the back of my hand to her.

She glanced at Sam, giggling. Nina grabbed my hand, pulling me toward her and planted a kiss on my right shoulder. As she released me, I looked down at my stamp, admiring the perfect shape of her lips.

Cute.

Sam had already chosen her spot, rolling her head back and waiting. I watched as Nina place her red signature on Sam's neck. Her sensuous mouth lingered there, her tongue playing on Sam briefly before re-leasing her.

I grabbed Sam for balance, my body unsteady from the alcohol, and closely inspected her stamp. "On the front of your neck, freak?"

"Well, how would you see it if she kissed me on the lips?"

"Which ones?" I asked sarcastically.

Her eyes lit up. "Now that you asked…"

She turned away from me, headed back to Nina. I shook my head, grabbing her hand and pulled her past the velvet rope. After a few steps, we were mingling amongst the sexy couples in the V.I.P. lounge, many of them wearing Nina's cherry kisses—now a pink fluorescent color under the black lights.

I stared in awe at how many pairs of lips glowed in the darkness. Some on the nape's of necks, others on breasts while some sat curiously high on a thigh or two.

Sam came up behind me, her breath hot on my neck and handed me a small shot glass.

"Here, it's their signature, 'Fuck Me Crazy'. Try it with me." Looking at the red shot glass, I drank it quickly, squirming as it slid down hot, my throat on fire.

"Damn!"

"I know, I told you! Fucks you crazy!" She laughed. "Go through the last door and down the stairs, the third little cubbyhole on the right is reserved for us—I'll meet you down there. I gotta pay this bar tab."

I watched as Nina placed her red signature on Sam's neck. Her sensuous mouth lingered there, her tongue playing on Sam briefly before releasing her.

Reaching the bottom of the staircase, the lighting and mood were instantly recognizable. Mellow R&B. Scented candles and soft sensual moans…

Wait a minute. Third room on right? Second? Shit, I can't remember…

I tried to focus my blurry vision on the narrow corridor, with small rooms along both sides. This place was staged perfectly for sex and secrets. Dim lighting and beautiful red satin curtains served as the most colorful doors I had ever seen.

Ignoring my urge to run back up the stairs and curse Sam out for sending me down here drunk and confused, I gave in to my curiosity, following the sounds of feminine curses.

 Treading softly, I approached the second room on my right—the red curtains pulled to one side.
There are people in here already…This can't be it…can it?

Peeking inside the candlelit room, there was a beautiful mocha mistress, her slender frame perched on the edge of a red chaise lounge. She smiled at me—saying nothing before rolling her eyes up and cooing softly.

The dark chocolate man with her could only be half seen from behind as he settled on all fours wrapping her long legs around his neck.

I continued to watch as the licking and sucking began, her soft coos becoming louder—a panting, raspy staccato. She grabbed one of her breasts, squeezing her nipple and rocking her pelvis to the rhythm of his tongue, the candlelight dancing with them.

I was speechless, standing motionless in the doorway, fixated on this beautiful, passionate display of all that I had sacrificed at home—in exile, awaiting my wedding day….

Fuckin' Samantha! I can't believe she brought me down here!

As my nipples grew underneath my halter-top, the thin material did nothing to hide them. I shivered as I tried using my fingers, but my breasts were too sensitive to touch. My body was tingling now with erotic energy and I had no way to turn it off.

Walk away, before she sees you still standing here!

I couldn't. Hypnotized and hungry, my eyes remained locked on them, my legs stuck in place by imaginary quick sand.

The mystery woman opened her eyes, grinning as she found me still there watching. She never uttered a word as she invited me in, commanding me with just a simple whisk of her index finger.

Without hesitation, I stepped forward, disappearing behind the red satin and completely facing her—standing in the lion's den.

Moving with the grace of a dancer, she unwrapped herself from her lover and stood in front of me.
"Greg, get up. We have company."

He stood up, looking as fine from in front, as he did from behind, his beautiful hairless chest muscles bouncing the flickers of candlelight off of them. He was completely naked as well, his dick nudging my side as he stood next to his mistress.

"You're a beautiful woman," the mistress said to me. She glanced down at my three-carat diamond rock, which also bounced candlelight off of it. "You married?"

"No—not yet," I mumbled.

She stepped closer to me, quickly diverting her attention to Nina's lips. "V.I.P.?" she chirped, while Greg fingered my stamp, his eyes slowly outlining my slender curves.

His mistress stepped so close to me that our lips almost touched.

"So—you like to watch? Or are you expecting V.I.P. treatment?"

I'm just here with a friend... I opened my mouth, but the words never escaped.

She pressed her slender finger against my lips. "I know what you want." She placed her hand in between my thighs, sliding her fingers inside my panties. I inhaled deeply, trembling. Greg stepped up behind me, his dick poking me in my back, and quickly unfastened my bra, pulling the top over my head. He started to massage my breasts, kneading them between his fingers.

"Mmmmm….." I closed my eyes, defeated, giving in to him—to her.



My body had spoken...







Underestimated is the first word that comes to mind when I hear the name Melodi Roberts.

This author, editor, and creative genius stormed the literary scene with works: If You Don't Tell, and the "cherry-popping" tales, Untapped, just to name a few. Roberts unforgiving approach to express Black sensuality is a mere art-form -- you won't find blatant, glorified pornography in the confines of her work.

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Melodi Roberts: Unscripted, Inside-Out


Underestimated is the first word that comes to mind when I hear the name Melodi Roberts.

This author, editor, and creative genius stormed the literary scene with works: If You Don't Tell, and the "cherry-popping" tales, Untapped, just to name a few. Roberts unforgiving approach to express Black sensuality is a mere art-form -- you won't find blatant, glorified pornography in the confines of her work.

Melodi Roberts talent goes far beyond than words. She has quiet confidence -- a silent roar in the literary world as a mega-collaborator. Think of her as a big-time record producer arranging the best of the best to create platinum success. Indeed, she does not need to shout from rooftops to know she is gifted -- she just is. And once you read her literary gems -- whether you are a fan of eroticism or not -- that "untapped" emotion will sure to come out.


Imani: Melodi, I'm so honored you have accepted the invitation to join me in the Pink Lounge -- welcome. First off, let me ask the question I ask all of my guests: What makes Melodi Roberts the woman who she is today?

Melodi: Imani, thanks for having me. I would have to say the woman I am, or am becoming is ongoing. My life’s passions, personal and professional goal setting and overall curiosities help shape me and drive what I choose to do. My loved ones' ongoing support and encouragement are my fuel. And as I learn more, I grow more and continue to be a work in progress. And that’s absolutely fine with me.

Imani: You are a woman bearing many talents: graphic artist, businesswoman, editor, and of course, author. Tell us when you realized writing was your calling? 

Melodi: Well, actually I read sooooo much as a child and teenager, I was writing suspense stories in middle and high school for my friends. Then as I got older, I realized that I had so many interests—creative interests and so many of those passions drove me to get better at them and then help others get better at what they loved. Sometimes, I feel as though I take on too many projects. But I truly enjoy doing all of it.

Imani: You have an unapologetic approach of expressing sensuality. It had resonated through your brand since I have known you, and still to this day, you carry that honesty. So, tell us: where did the inspiration to write such artistry, because that's what erotica is—poetry in motion—come from?

Melodi: As far as the actual writing of erotica and ‘romantica’, I didn’t see or hadn’t read about the type of experiences I wanted to get lost in. And even worse, many of the stories I did find interesting, didn’t have black main characters. I mean, I grew up in the 90’s—I was surrounded by loving black families who were thriving and whose affection on TV was very genuine and public. Then towards the end of the first decade in 2000s...we slowly started fading away from mainstream where we were most visible to each other.

When DV and I started Naughty Ink Press, it was from the simple passion of telling more complete, more diverse and complex stories—that mirrored life. Especially the parts that people didn’t want to openly talk about. We wanted to “be about” what we “talked about”. We wanted to help shatter the myth of erotic being glorified pornography.

 Imani: You have collaborated with the best in the industry: Brittani Williams, Keith Williams, India Norfleet, and the aforementioned, DV Hent, to name a few. What was it like to work with these talented authors? And do you have plans for another collaboration?

Melodi: I absolutely LOOOVE collaborations! And if we could pay authors in real dollars in addition to the exposure, then I think I would have a ton of projects in the works! But seriously, as a writer/editor, I feel like the type of collections are endless and the challenge is to get my writers to THINK a few layers deeper about what I am asking of them in my collections. I try to pick themes and topics that scratch deeper than the surface. I try to take you back to College Creative Writing 101, lol. So when authors can honestly say, “Hey! This was different for me!” or “This really challenged me!” That makes me really happy.

I always have ideas for new anthologies that I want to put out.  Having “Little Black Book” ongoing and “Mood Ring” (which I feel is a challenging submission) still in the works, my goal is to get those projects done first. I’m still taking submissions. ;)

Imani: You're still taking submissions for "Mood Ring", huh? I think I know someone still owes you a submission (clearing throat). But on a serious note, explain why do you think the submissions for this project are challenging?

Melodi: I feel that they are challenging because typically when authors are asked to come up with some hot sex scenes, the biggest worry has to actually do what/how they scene will unfold, and that's fine. With Mood Ring, I'm asking the authors to create the scene with the mood indicated or implied in the color they've chosen. And in my mind, I kind of have stories that have authors who can really tie the meaning/mood of their color into the final product. For example, Green is typically greed, or earthy. Red is passion or anger....  With this anthology I'm asking the author to be subtle and/or creative with how the sex/erotic scene unfolds based on the color/mood. So essentially, the writer's goal is to wrap the essence of the sexual interactions in the Mood Color they chose. 

Imani: Besides the sex, of course, what makes a great erotic story?

Melodi: I would say creating chemistry between the main characters. Being smart about how you describe your surroundings and of course: Realistic dialogue! I cringe at some of the ‘erotica’ I read where it reads like a—you guessed it—glorified corny porno. As a reader, I want to be seduced by the words on the page, not bombarded with vulgarities masked as erotica. I mean how sexy is eye contact between two forbidden lovers? Undressing them in the dark? As a writer, how sexy can you make that appear to your audience? Foreplay is soooo important in erotica and giving depth to your characters will honestly make or break anything you write in this genre, in my opinion.  I mean, “What’s my motivation?”

As a reader, I want to be seduced by the words on the page, not bombarded with vulgarities masked as erotica. I mean how sexy is eye contact between two forbidden lovers? Undressing them in the dark? As a writer, how sexy can you make that appear to your audience? Foreplay is soooo important in erotica and giving depth to your characters will honestly make or break anything you write in this genre, in my opinion.  I mean, “What’s my motivation?”

Imani: Exactly! Now, let me ask you this, and it may seem to be an awkward question since the subject is erotica: Does a long, drawn out sex scene slows the storyline or makes it better?
  
 Melodi: In all honesty, this really depends on the author's set up. If you've got a couple/group that have been cat and mousing and tip toeing around sexin' each other AND you've managed to pull the reader into the lives or conflict in the set-up then a longer, graphic encounter would be very satisfying.  But if this is a steam room hook up at the gym--the sex scene could be short and sweet and still very satisfying.  If your sex scenes slow down your story for the reader, it's because they are too similar in nature, there is no variety in the set up or the plot just doesn't hold the reader and they aren't invested in having sex with your characters, lol.

Imani: There are some who assume erotica equates hard core pornography. Explain to the readers who aren't familiar with genre the types of erotic stories that are out there.

Melodi: Well, talking strictly my opinion, I feel that erotica or erotic elements can stand alone or be infused into other genres as well. Using D.V. Hent’s work as an example, his first novel, “If You Don’t Tell” was more like relationship drama with the heavy focus on graphic sex scenes. But those characters had depth and life, so their purpose was not to make them just have sex with each other. The graphic scenes were built up and the conflict was of a sexual nature. But many of our readers were invested in the outcomes. They really cared about our Simone, Laela and Quinton. That was what we were trying to achieve.

In Valentine—the dial was turned up and many of her life’s situations and ambitions even, were of a sexual nature. Her scenes were graphic, but she was given a very strong voice. She had a story that could have easily survived the omission of the any graphic sex in that novel. DV did an excellent job of balancing out her strengths and flaws, and once again, his readers absolutely loved her! Hot sex scenes were a bonus!

In Untapped, I wanted to create a collection that dealt with not just fucking, but actually adding a theme that could be identified in each story and it was different for each author. I had so much fun editing those stories and putting them together. I wanted to make sure our readers had a large variety of “cherry popping” in those stories, and I think we accomplished that.

Imani: Let's change the subject a bit and discuss further about black sexuality. Since you are a passionate social commenter like me, what is your opinion of how the media (news, movies, or magazines) hyper-sexualize the black woman?

Melodi: Honestly, I feel that it puts us in a no-win situation. We aren’t hypersexualized to our collective benefit—if that makes sense. We aren’t presented in ways that make us deserving of love, revered, sexy, classy and worthy of commitment. I feel that we are put into a box that may focus on one or two positive traits (like strength/perseverance). The rest is presented as a direct contrast to mainstream (read European) standards and frames us essentially as a: Mammy, Jezebel, Angry Black Woman, Over emotional and broken, or impossible to co-exist with because ‘we don’t need a man’.  Oh, and I forgot Welfare Queen.

I guess that is why I want so much to change that image of an unlovable black woman in my work and the work I put together.

We aren’t presented in ways that make us deserving of love, revered, sexy, classy and worthy of commitment. I feel that we are put into a box that may focus on one or two positive traits (like strength/perseverance)


Imani: Since we're talking about sex, let's talk about HIV in the black community. It's a fact the number of affected cases have risen to a staggering 47 percent in 2011, according to The Family AIDS research. So what are your thoughts as to why the numbers keep rising? Is it poor education or outreach in the community? Or, people aren't taking the virus seriously?

Melodi: Great question.  I feel that it is really a collection of those things. I also do agree that the frontrunner of these is lack of education. Modern medicine has really taken the sting out of the fear of contracting HIV because sooo many people are living long, productive lives with it. Very few cases are truly brought to the forefront regarding full blown AIDS as a modern epidemic. The healthcare community must remain diligent in educating the young and old about the real life changing dangers of HIV.

Imani: Okay -- let's switch gears and go off-topic to talk about an issue that affects every citizen in this country, especially people of color. Now the tragedies that have filled the news and social media of unarmed men have seemed to becoming an unfortunate new normal. With these images of police brutality inundating our screens, has created a deeper mistrust. In your opinion, how can law enforcement rebuild trust in an already tense situation?

Melodi: Whew…that’s a very layered question. I feel so many different ways about this one. Honestly, I feel that “law enforcement” has become a culture of fear cultivation and population control (of emotions.) This culture of individuals who call themselves officers of the law—who make individual choices to commit these atrocities have never really had the full, unfettered trust of Black folks as a whole. I don’t feel that that relationship between us and them was ever healthy or thriving. I mean, if the first officers were slave patrolmen—our jobs as citizens is to know as much of our rights as possible and cross cultural and racial barriers to call these crooked establishments on their shit.  I’m sorry if I’m rambling…I find it so hard to find a rationale solution to something so irrational and even inhumane. I just feel like I’m too old to have to tell my kids about how NOT to arouse the attention of cops for fear that THEY may assault YOU.

Imani: I've been wanting to ask this for a while, and now I have you in The Lounge I have to get this out since mega-producer and music artist, Pharrell injected it in our lingo: What the heck is a "new black"?

Melodi: Complete Bullshit. Nonsensical, sambo, sell-out, tap dance for massa, grade A bullshit. For years I felt like he was a breath of fresh air—so creative and willing to take chances in music production and then he “crossed over” and went nuts…just like Kanye. But I digress…

Imani: Now on a relaxed note: If you were to plan a dinner party and have extended the guest list with three legendary figures (living or not), who would they be and what one question you would ask them?

Melodi: Whitney Houston: Have you ever written a song and can you please sing it? ( I love Whitney and knew just about every song she sang. This is out of pure curiosity.)

Michael Jackson: What/Who is/was really behind all the craziness in the music industry? ( I believe Michael knew way more than he was every allowed to share alive.)

Stevie Wonder: Where do you get the endless creativity and motivation to write timeless songs?

Imani: What future projects do you have in store?

Melodi: Well, for right now, the future is the present. My goal is to increase the amount of digital ebook shorts we have available and continue to work with authors for exposure and FUN! And to encourage DV to get on them sequels to Valentine and If You Don’t Tell, lol.

Imani: Finally, describe in one word Melodi Roberts' work?

Melodi: Inside-out.

Imani: As we conclude the interview, tell the readers where they can purchase your other work, as well as finding you on the web?

Melodi: On the web, we are at www.naughtyinkpress.com
Our 3 books are on Amazon:  If You Don’t Tell, Valentine and Untapped: A Collection of Erotic Firsts

Thanks so much for having me, Imani. This was truly a pleasure and I really enjoyed our interview.

Imani: Likewise, Mel! Come back to The Lounge anytime!  












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My First Time Being Made Love To...

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By Tamyara Brown


Every one can recall the first time you have sex. The first person to pop your cherry and it set’s the precedence that you are now a woman hear your kitten purr. Now usually we are just experiencing sex and it’s basically that for some. Do you remember the first time a man made love to you? It is a difference between the two. Yet the most beautiful moment that any woman can experience is when a man makes love to you for the very first time. He is in love and you are the only person he wants to be with. The gaze in his eyes, his touch soft and gentle. The sound of your voice makes him erect. He has anticipated making love to you all day long. You are on his mind until that evening approaches and there is no place he rather be but in your arms. Well here’s my story

I open the door and immediately the scent of vanilla awakens my senses, the room illuminated with only the flicker of the flames. My Nubian King stood with his arms open he kissed and hugged me. His voice deep and seductive whispered,
“ I thought about you all day long. I miss you so much.” His warm embrace took the chill off my body from the cold of the weather.
“I miss you too.” I whispered.
He stood and looked at me as if I was the most beautiful woman in the world.  There in the middle of the living room he undressed me removing my coat, my funny fuzzy hat and my gloves he placed them on the hook. He kissed me again and I knew what he desired of me. To take our relationship to the next level he had waited the ninety plus days. He wined, dined and catered to my every need. We where friends before we was lovers.
“I have fallen in love with you Baby. I want to make love to your mind, your body and soul. Can I do that please?”
That request was answered as I held his face in my hands and kiss his lips. My breast expose to this beautiful man of caramel hue, his body only in his boxers and his hairy chest. He held me close his lips savor the flavor of my neck, my shoulders as his hands began to caress my breast. His voice again began to speak.
“ I knew that you was the woman for me the first time I laid eyes on you. That I wanted you to be my wife, the mother of my children and live the rest of my life with you. It took me one day to realize that and ninety days to confirm the woman before me was meant for me.”
I wanted to speak but could only manage to purr as his mouth caressed my breasts and his hand slid down my belly.  He opened the button and slid my jeans and panties off my full hips. I step out of my jeans showing my kitty perfectly waxed with only the letter of his name. He smiled and touched it ever so gently. His finger traced the letter and then he kneels before me. I held my breath as he kissed it. He pulled me down gently and lay me on the floor.
He spread my legs and stuck out his tongue licking his lips preparing to taste me. He licked my kitty until she and I purred and purred. I needed to touch this man that I fallen in like and in love with. My hands grasp his erection stroking him until I decided I needed to taste him. I lifted up and push him back the smell of him, the sight of his length and girth became my aphrodisiac. The feel of his rigged erection inside my mouth turned me on more than he realized. He swallowed; he moaned and grabbed a hand full of my braids as I took him deeper into my mouth. His eyes close and his mouth in the form of an O. 
“ Ooh shit baby. You was so worth the damn wait.” He grunted.
He stopped me because his sense of urgency was to be inside of me. I laid back and he stood there for a moment staring at me. I never saw love in man eyes until I looked into his. He ran his hands over my body once again follow by kisses.  I finally spoke the words I held on to for ninety plus days.
“ I love you.”
“I waited so long for you to say those words. You have no clue how much I love you too.”
The tears that touch my face, which came from his eyes, I then kiss them away. He then entered me and overwhelms me with passion. As he deeply strokes and releases my first orgasm. I shout and know the neighbors know his name. I hold on and the wave of passion spilling from him takes over my whole body. Earthquakes and thunderstorms happen all at once as he and I reach our peak together. As we come down from our love high. He and I hold and caress one another.  I look and hope that same vision of love in his eyes hasn’t disappeared. He looks at me and thank God it hasn’t. He whispers,

“Go to sleep baby your man isn't going anywhere. I’m yours forever”

© Tamyara Brown-Tamluvstowrite, 2011



Author Tamyara Brown, "The love of writing came when I was eleven-years old and I went to the library and pick up three books that change my life. The first was Alice Walker's Color Purple, Toni Morrison The Bluest Eyes and lastly Donald Goines Black Girl lost. At that point and time I felt lost and it was when I wrote my first story. From that moment I fell in love with reading and writing. My debut novel will be out this coming winter FAT GIRL Vigilante."

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UHMMM, SOMETHING TO PONDER...




I've read it all on the internet from those same survey bulletins, to political blogs, and to someone's interesting life that you and I can learn a valuable lesson.  Yet there’s something I’ve read as of lately that has got me wondering.  Ready? Since this is Erotic Friday, I feel I can let loose and say this.

B*** JOBS!

Now please don't freak out because I’ve typed a word the majority of men get a giddy when they think about wanting, dreaming, and visualizing.  They even go as far to Vaseline themselves up to do—the do.

After reading a few blogs about this matter, I felt as a woman I need to express of what women have asked themselves since the beginning of time, why can't the tables be turned?...Purrrrr, my kitten...Make my cat go, meow

Its some men out there, somewhere, that is willing and able to lay some sweet satisfaction without expecting to get done first.

What’s wrong with exploring the womanhood that attributes the canal of life? We are hardworking mothers, college students, lawyers, doctors, politicians, nurses, blue collar workers—and yeah, even teachers need some revitalization. You know, it should be national day of it, National Please Kitty Kats Day.  I know guys who are reading this thinks if woman have a day, then men should have one too.  What are you going to call that day, National Blow Job Day? Ewww, that whole phrase sounds ucky—our just sounds better.

Ladies close your eyes and think about when the last time a man left you feeling, wow, zow, and kapowed—good enough to put you in tears for the right reasons. Honestly, I remembered feeling like that once.  Then later my ex became a taker and not a giver. When he did play with Miss Jenkies, he pecked like some broken-neck chicken.  I think I accidentally dozed off that night.  He couldn’t tame the kitty!

So on this note before I close out, sexploring (foreplay) is underrated. I wish more men would take the time to satisfy a woman needs.  I also understand why some guys are apprehensive to travel down south if there a lingering odor of fish—trust me, I understand. So ladies if you want purring satisfaction, then keep the kitty clean.

Yes, I know this is an unusual blog, but it's a blog that needs address this purrrrr-ing issue.  It's a woman turn to get empowered with their miss soing-so's. There's nothing wrong with giving pleasure with your special someone, but be sure to tell your man to give back.  After all it's the American way!





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IMANI'S BALLAD

you're my harmony
to a beautiful note
a tune that hums
softly into my soul
a crescendo escalate
into my heart
rising the scales of 
passion
harmonizing subtly
sweetly
completely
into me
a ballad of desire
streaming closely
tightly against 
my body
making love like a slow
song
picking up intensely
that last so long
making up musical 
notes
as you go along
"ooooooh"
"eeeeeee"
the notes i'm feeling
are good to me
my love is on key
i wanna love 
you down
kissing you fiercely
conveying my feelings
sensually
passionately
sexy
to you
symphonize affection
hypnotize my direction
to my freedom
of being of woman
love me strong
hold me all night
long
connect with me until
sun rise
shimmering rays
kisses our naked
bodies
as we are one
loving all night and 
waking up to the sun
composing our love
like a fine 
musician
lyrically speaking
simply
truthfully
honestly
i love you
until music
won't ever exist
i love you 
more than an
ordinary kiss
i love you
endlessly
until the end 
of time
i love you
all morning
all night
i love you
i love you
i love you
i love you
this is my chorus
before i close
these words
                before i wrap 
these lyrics
         before i close
my eyes
let me reiterate
i will love you
until the end of 
time.
© 2007, Imani Wisdom

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