Red Sea
Hell if I know why anyone would be so happy to see that red hue. What the hell do I want with you? So I am now a woman…now that I have received what many consider a blessing.
Suppose I want to remain a child, with my innocence shining in my eyes? I mean one day I will want a child, but can I hold the on and off switch?
I reminisce on the day Momma told me about the Red Sea…and Moses had nothing to do with it.
Honey child there will come a time in your life where you will become a woman. You will get your menstrual flow and then you will be able to bear a child for your loving husband.
Now if you keep this shiny quarter between your knees, never letting it drop you won’t have to worry about a thing from now until then. But if for some reason your quarter disappears, the Red Sea is what you will need to keep breathing.
Because if it don’t show up at the day and time that it should, pack your bags and go because I am not going to be responsible for what I may do to you.
The Red Sea is your friend; it is your saving grace. I love to see it show up and show out, so let’s keep it that way.
Now I wasn’t more than a mare child myself, so a Red Sea sound like death to me and I didn’t want it. I tried to figure out ways to get it to go but that Red Sea showed up every month.
One day I had had enough and I wanted it to stop, so I got me a fella and we did the do. And the net month the Red Sea came again. I did this for years and nothing change. I seek medical advice and wouldn’t you know that I could not bear those children. So after all these years I was suffering with the Red Sea and in actuality I couldn’t even bare any children. So what do I need that Red Sea for?

Tu Lai
I am out spoken yes I know. It was never a secret and if it was a secret to you now you know better. I have always made it clear when I felt vibrations growing near.
Now some would ignore the hints that I would give, so I have to get loud with it. Screw a hint be straight-forward with it.
One day I was in heat. The only thing crossing my mind was a long wet cold one. What was a girl to do? I really wanted a real one, but since I can’t always get what I wanted, I would have to settle for what I already had.
I brought Tu Lai on a night on my way home from a long day of seeing these chocolate covered bronze Gods. Hell they had me speaking in tongues and producing more juice than I knew what to do with.
Oh how I wish I could lick it up myself, but I was not that type of girl. And with no prospects at the moment, I needed to buy myself a treat.
I walked into the secret store…hell I am not giving up my spot. Shoot you never know what else I might need. I walk in and the guy at the counter nods his head at me. I have been there many times before.
When I cut the corner to where the toys were, I stopped dead in my tracks. There was Tu Lai hanging from the wall. All I needed was a few double ‘A” batteries and I was in for a long night.
As soon as Tu Lai got to my opening and I submerged it into my sweetness a loud noise rung out into the air. That queef, is what I was told the noise was called, made sure that everyone around knew that I was hot and in the mood.

Madame Buttafli
I really wanted a drink, which I know I should not have. For anytime I have a little drink, I get a lot of urges…yearnings if you will. Never the less I went to the bar anyway.
I smelled the different scents, before I would make my choice, and already I was feeling sensuous. What was I to do?
Go with the flow my mind said.
So I chose an English type of brew. The fragrance was strong and sent my senses whirling. I held it in my hands and I toyed with it. Not quite sure I wanted to go ahead with it.
But the urges were just too much. I couldn’t deny myself any longer. I needed it and wanted it now.
So I took a deep breath and I brought my face to the bar. I rubbed my face all over it. Then I slowly lowered it to my firm voluptuous breast. I touched each nipple with it, continuing to ease my way down my round lump of a belly. Hell we all can’t have bellies made of steel. But I was getting closer, yes closer to Madame Buttafli.
Before I went any further, I pull the English lavender soap under the running water and got the bubbles fluffy and new. Then I looked past my roll of a belly and down to Madame Buttafli, who was already pulsating from the urgency of what was to come.
I placed the bar of soap right up against her clit and she screamed with desire and a moan escaped from my lips.
Oh the pleasures you can give to yourself, underneath the streaming water and a bar of soap from your husband’s soap dish.

Copyright © 2007 by JC Martin All rights reserved

Ms. Cuddles
I went to the doctor the other day, and I told him that Ms. Cuddles was just not doing well.
He then turns to me and say, “Why did you bring your cat here, I am not a vet. I am an Ob-Gyn.”
I said, “That’s why I came to you. I need you to tell me why she has that secretion coming from her lips.”
Still he went on to say, “I don’t treat cats. You need a vet.”
“Did you go to medical school?”
“Well yes I did. But what does that have to do with your cat?”
“I am trying to figure out, why you can’t treat Ms. Cuddles if you went to medical school.”
And with frustration in his voice, he had the nerves to say to me, “I don’t treat animals.”
“Now I know you might need a weed whacker to take off all the hair on Ms. Cuddles, bust she is far from an animal. And I resent the fact that you called my vagina an animal. It just looks like a beast, but she sure does treat you sweet,” I told him.
But I guess we were talking about two different things because there he stood with his mouth wide open.

Copyright © 2007 by JC Martin All rights reserved