Rays of Sunshine

As I walk through the days of my life

Basking in the warmth that lingers in my soul

I contemplate tossing my shaded vision

Of a passion filled world...

Clouds bedded with fervor but meaningless kisses

Lips that whisper empty wantonness

Cumulous moans coerced by rainstorms

Richly decadent moments floating in grey skies...

The hallow whistling of the wind

Unable to grasp it's meaning while it whispers to me

As it blows to the far corners of the world

Whisking stolen caresses on blushing sweet cheeks...

Moments consuming my endless appetite

Seeking sustenance for my hungry soul

The perfect nutrient dense meal of love

My thriving heart travels to find...

Unexpectedly from the corner of my eye

A ray of sunshine that was you

Pierced my lackluster tints

Blinding me almost instantly...

Taken aback by the projection you exuded

A smile touched my lips

This meaningful connection warmed my heart

Creating a unified synthesis of affectionate emotions...

 Rainfall dissipating from my sad eyes

Followed by the sounds of my laughing voice

Lifting the weights of my excess baggage

Of loss, sorrow, rage and despair...

My moments with you, few and far in between

Kissing me at sunrise and kissing me at sunset

Your heated presence always lingers, keeping me warm

Bursting your enlightened state of mind, even through dense covers

When I fear falling back into a deep dark hole of despair

At my lowest point, barely hanging on

You are the Jacob, to my ladder

Beaming hope, even while diverging the storm clouds of daily life...

Cemented in a solid foundation of sincere adoration

You stand as my pillar of light

Radiating a love, as red as the purity of your heart

Steadily walking the tightrope, that is the horizon of our friendship...

You directly irradiate the clarity of honesty

The intensity of pure unadulterated trust

A strong gift of character, forever casting doubts into the shadows

Uniquely spreading rays of joy into my life...

My smiling lips more a rarity than normality

As I reciprocate your gaze

Gleaming face of sunshine

Reflecting upon me

The mirror of happiness...

If The Stilleto Fits... P.4

He gently nibbles my ears…

Completely presses his body against mine…

We kiss again…

It’s slow, very slow…

I feel it in every part of my body…

From my back and neck to my calves and even the soles of my feet…

I arch my back… Tilt my head…

He gathers from my actions that I am pleased…

He smoothly begins to unbutton my vest and pulls it off…

He leans between my legs and nuzzles my neck…

I can feel her get excited…

His hands continue to work toward undressing me…

He reaches for the blouse and suddenly I awaken from my daze…

“Stop!” I plead…

He doesn’t…

“Stop, I said!”…

He sighs loudly…

“Woman, what the hell?”…

“I can’t! I won’t!” I screech…

I try to move away and as I do, he reaches for me ripping my dangling blouse off…

I look at myself in frustration… His mouth opens wide…

“Damn, woman, you are so fucking beautiful”…

My corset completely exposed…

Black leather fabric…

Edgy gold-tone grommets…

Rock-inspired ribbon details…

Structured boning for maintaining shape…

Looking like quite the bad girl right now…

I blush…

Glance away…

Completely titillated by my ensemble, he walks toward me…

I reach for my blouse on the floor and try to scurry away…

“You’re not going anywhere, my love”…

He grabs my wrist and twists it…

“Let go!” I plead…

Twists my arm behind my back…

I try to fight him off with my free arm…

He pushes me against the desk and then lets go…

I grab my wrist to rub it…

“Take off your skirt. I want to see you completely,” he demands…

I despise him right now and I want him, too…

Damn him to hell!!!...

I unzip my skirt and slide it off… Kick it to the side…

Hungrily, he glances at me…

If The Stiletto Fits... P.5 The Ending

He admires the garter attached to my corset and holding up my stockings…

I feel so self-conscious…

And so beautiful…

I am overwhelmed with confusion…

With numbness, I walk over to the massive window of the office…

I look out over the endless city…

Its lights entrancing me…

I put both my hands on the window and just stare…

“I promised myself I wouldn’t give in to you,” he says softly…

Barely listening, I don’t reply…

“You are so beautiful”…

“You are so fucking beautiful!”…

Leans his body against me, to just feel me…

I push my ass out in a circular motion…

Almost doing a little dance…

Creating an erection as hard as the rock of Gibraltar and it feels twice as thick…

Pulling himself back, he grabs my waist with both hands…

Kisses the back of my neck…

Along my shoulders… Moves down my body…

Kissing my cheeks while grabbing my thighs from the side…

He pulls off my panties…

Spreads my legs apart…

Using his tongue and lips he gratifies me…

Getting up in there with such ease…

Deriving great pleasure for himself as well…

As he sees my weakness arise while my passion intensifies…

He guides me toward the desk…

I try to fight him again…

“I’m not just a toy for your satisfaction, you know”…

“Baby, let it happen. Just let go,” he states…

“I got you”…

He props my cheeks up…

Sets my feet over his shoulders…

Clasps me by the waist…

And sucks hard…

His tongue stirring my glorious Venus…

Creating exquisite sensations for me…

I put my hands down on the desk…

Relax and let her run her course…

I cum wildly… I cry out his name…

Excited even more now and with anticipation…

He positions me…

Leaving one leg up and pressing against his chest, he lowers the other one sideways…

He penetrates deep…

Rocks back and forth…

Switching angles…

Feeling good…

I open my eyes slightly…

I need to see his face… His expression is deep…

Determined… Intense…

Our first time…

I can tell, this will be short lived…

I close my eyes and focus…

I wrap my arms around his waist and squeeze his cheeks…

Giving him that extra push…

He tilts his head back and moans…

Lifting me slightly in desperation…

He quickens his pace…

I grab him tighter and we’re locked in a tight embrace…

Our bodies merged like a pretzel…

I start moaning as well…

He hits my G spot and I cum again fiercely…

Almost spontaneously he erupts like Mount Vesuvius…

Cries out as if in pain…

He swaggers a bit…

I hold on to his neck…

Quiet moment’s pass without a word or sound from either of us…

“You’re intoxicating and better than any drug,” he whispers…

Exhausted emotionally and physically, I just lean my head against his chest…

Saying nothing…

“You’re so fucking beautiful!!!”…

If The Stiletto Fits... P.3

His eyes piercing mine…

Like he’s penetrating my mind and hearing my thoughts…

“Vince, I’m tired and this is the last thing I want to deal with. I’m not in the mood for games, OK?” I plead…

“This isn’t a game. I take this very seriously. When I feel something, I must say it. I don’t hold back.”…

“You’re an amazing woman and I’m just a regular guy. You’ll never meet anyone this honest and passionate”…

He stands up straight and walks around the desk…

I keep working…

I’m so tired I don’t even have energy to fight him…

He’s annoying the crap out of me, too…

He suddenly grabs me by the waist and turns me around…

Forcefully kisses me…

I slap him on the chest with my fists and push him away…

“What are you doing? At what point did you get the vibe that I wanted to kiss you?” I gasp…

“This is work, and I make it a point not to get involved with men I work with”…

I pause…

“Not to mention that I’m not attracted to you at all,” I state with indifference…

I lean my ass against the edge of the desk, somewhat sitting but not quite…

I begin to let my eyes wander over his facial features…

He takes a few steps toward me, so he’s leaning over my body…

“You are enticed with me. You are in denial”…

The office is quiet…

Only gentle muffled sounds coming from outside the office…

I continue to look into his eyes for answers…

He grins…

I sense erotic discord…

I long for harmony…

I realize I am drawn to him…

We’ve been fighting for two weeks now about office politics…

This has been like prolonged foreplay…

I smell his musky cologne… He hovers over me…

Leans his face in and skims my face with his…

Breathing heavily…

He reaches for my breast…

With the tips of his fingers, he plays around the mounds of my breasts…

“Vince, stop I don’t think we should,” I plead…

“Shhh,” he whispers…

“Don’t think, you think too much. Just feel, can’t you feel it? You will,” he whispers… He continues…

Suddenly, all stress and distractions are gone…

If The Stiletto Fits... P.2

“What do you want? And how many times do I have to tell you to stop barging in my office without knocking?” I demand…

“Our argument last week didn’t give you a hint that you should steer clear of me?”…

“I’m like a black widow. I’ll eat your head for dinner after I’m through with you”…

“Does that mean you’re considering mating with me? Hmmm, that may be a risk I’m willing to take,” starts laughing…

 I state with impatience, “Get the fuck out! I have zero tolerance for your bullshit right now!”…

Giving him a cold glance…

His smile quickly turns into a grimace…

Handsome face…

Attractive eyes…

His eyes are light but his gaze right now is very dark…

They almost look black…

The darkness in his eyes seems hollow and dead…

I sense spite… A tingle goes up my spine…

He makes me nervous sometimes…

I don’t think he realizes that…

That’s a good thing…

He also makes me angry…

He brings out this ugly angry side to me that I don’t like…

How am I supposed to interpret that? …

Nobody has ever triggered that in me before…

“What the fuck is your problem, woman?”…

I think, what is he cemented to the floor? ...

“I’m not going anywhere,” he adamantly states…

I turn around to walk behind the desk…

This is ridiculous…

I have so much work to do…

I ignore him, hoping he’ll just get the hint and leave…

Apparently telling him nastily doesn’t work…

I start sorting through my papers on the desk…

Huffing and puffing from my annoyance…

For a few minutes, I completely forget he’s there…

Then, I suddenly feel he’s scoping me out…

I look up at him…

Eyes gleaming with lust…

I see he’s getting a flash of my milky breasts…

I’m flabbergasted and yet I don’t make any motion to conceal them…

I keep organizing my papers…

Ignoring his boyish behavior… He walks toward me…

“I know you’re attracted to me. Why can’t you just admit it?”…

“What are you talking about, Vince?”…

He spreads both his hands on the span of the entire desk…

Leaning in, so he’s really close to me…

If The Stiletto Fits... P.1

I close the door behind me as I enter my office…

I’m so relieved the day is almost over…

I have such a headache…

Think my bun is wrapped too tight today…

Actually, my whole body…

I’m wearing a long-sleeve white woven layered in a black tailored business vest and a pencil skirt with a slit down the middle in the back…

The slit does nothing but look good…

Cuban heel sheer stockings with black trim and black stiletto pumps…

I can stand and walk fine but to sit in this is a little awkward…

I’m dying to let my hair down and strip down to my birthday suit…

I want to be a bad, bad girl tonight…

A hot bath and a glass of wine…

Maybe I’ll call a friend so I don’t have to be alone…

Nice massage…

I’m hungry but I’m so tired, I’d skip eating…

Walk over to the front of my desk…

I take a deep breath and sigh… Unbutton a few buttons…

I lean on the desk with both hands and bend over to stretch my back…

Look at the pile of work and become completely unmotivated…

I lift my right leg up and back to slip off my shoe for a bit…

I grab my heel and Vince just barges in…

“Now that’s what I’m talking about! Just beautiful! Keep that pose for me”…

He stands there, crosses his arms, puts his hand under his chin and slightly tilts his head to get a better angle of my ass…

Chuckles…

“Caramel, you have a great ass. Actually, you’re just beautiful and I’ve already told you that how many times?” he asks…

Still hasn’t budged from his spot…

I put my leg down and compose myself…

Daddy's Girl...

He didn't tell me how to love
he created the gleam in my eyes
   that forever shines bright in the dark,
discovering a distinctive love in the arms of a man,
cherishing me as the precious jewel
   I am,
radiating his love through imperfect facets,
blazing rays
heating my core as a fiery goddess,
   he,
the oracle of my alpha soul,
comprehending
worth of an authentic male,
being the source
genuine power of my essence.

Dedicated to my father,
my first love and a true example of an authentic male.
Happy Father's Day to all!
Know you forever impact the hearts of your daughters!

Peace and Love.

All My Flavor,
Liz

Unleash the Passion...

Unleash the passion.... you know it's in there. Unleash the passion is the motto for my company called Blazon Brikhaus, Inc. Still a WIP. Passion is not sex. You see... Passion is a mindset. Passion is a lifestyle. Passion is personality. Passion is character. Passion is color. Passion is life. Passion lives within each of us, and to deny that is to deny living.

The key is finding what your passion is and than having the courage to follow it. A lot of us have worked jobs or careers which were more financially sound than maybe where our talents lie. Usually the sacrifices are worth while for stability. But not more worthwhile than losing your identity, and, or throwing away special talents. Well we know Brikhaus is my nickname. This divorce has literally blazed this passion in me to find my purpose, to nurture my talents, to grab this second lease on my life by the reigns. I'm feisty! I'm fiery! People may interpret it as anger but it's the opposite. It has frustrated me that I lost so much time in other things. My lesson learned though was that it in fact was not wasted time.

It was a journey that nurtured me in many other ways. Better prepared me for the next chapter of ME. Evolved me into the Bad Ass I intend to be. I know it's cliche to say things happen for a reason, but they do. I lost my husband, my best friend, my lover, and part of me. I gained something better. I gained the best part of me. The artist. Best for last... damn straight! Who says the second part of my life won't be better? What you see, and hear, and read is me- Me opening my book for you to read as I write my story. So you see, I don't look for approval. I look for responses, interactions, connections, and influences. I seek like minded people who lust passion like today is their last breath.  For what makes them tick. For what makes them successful. I look to inspire and be inspired. Nothing more, nothing less.

...If passion were a lifestyle, what would that be? ...If passion was a mindset, what would that mean? ...If passion was a color, what would it be? ...If passion was you, would you be you? ...Unleash the passion ...One Life, One You, One Chance 

All My Flavor,
Liz

On the Edge...

Life has me, misplaced
teetering on… the edge.

Never understood the drastic measures of others, their glass half empty
souls trapped in shot glasses, consuming ounces of courage
greeting their friends, sun and moon.

Life has me, confused
feeling, and…the point?

Never understood the desperate steps of others, their unlocked incarceration
bodies seduced by euphoric gases, pumping extinguishing fuel
reaching their end destination, direction unknown.

Life has me, enraged
fighting any…that oppose.

Never understood the cowardly behaviors of others, their weak excuses
minds lost in fantasy worlds, encouraging greed and hate
blinding honor in truth, real meaning.

Life has me, warped fleeing
from…the future.

Never understood the misleading words of others, their aversion of adoration, hearts convinced of greener grasses
blasting bodacious curves, filling ravenous appetites seeking obscure lust.
 
Life has me, present
teetering on… the edge, but
life has me, more alive
in…the moment.

Now understanding the true measures of myself to others
their connection to me, souls impacted by actions
affecting relationships, understanding our adulating dynamics.

Dragon Heart

           Dragon heart... We all have one hidden deep within us. My perception of them is not drawn in evil.  Unless you are consumed by the nemesis of yours. The myth of dragons is considered magical, supernatural, wise, and a primal force of nature-religion-universe. They are either feared or revered across the world, on every continent, and ancient to all cultures. I've always had a fascination with them. Wicked in appearance, they are deeper than the surface; as I always say that I am.
          "Hic sunt dracones" - here be dragons. Well here be one fierce dragon, that is my heart. Blazing dangerous fires over unexplored territories, uncharted areas in the map of my life. I care not what repercussions may come from the heat of my own desires. Willing to burn in my path remnants of a past and of persons I no longer look to recall, except as an ashy dark cloud trapped in the concave of my chest. The suffocating smoke diverging my attempts to find all those pieces to my puzzle that will complete my happiness.
           My vulnerable underbelly of logic fighting the forces of my crimson livelihood, sometimes to a point where I think madness will be my true treasure. Fermented by primal fears and nightmares that only feed the beast to fight harder. Meaning... we are our worst enemy. Logic fighting heart. Critical, debilitating and depleting the very passion that drives us to thrive, survive, and elevate ourselves.
           So for all my imagination, which is much and worthy of much. I can accept my dragon heart for all I am and all I have to offer. For I still realize the worth of the fearsome creature that I am and can be. knowingly and willingly choosing to leave a legacy behind me. For sure and with no doubt I will be appreciated far more in my death than I am in my hot breath.

A hybrid...
Daughter, mother, sister...
Lover, friend, enemy...
Writer, sculptor, poet...
Above all else, a delicate, strong woman...
With a dragon heart...

-Liz
         
        

Hot Rod P. 7 Ending

I found the strength to keep myself elevated, enough to swirl around on his cock…

He was in another dimension …

Almost freaking me out how he was so focused on his own pleasure…

I guess I should have been flattered…

I continued to just ravage him …

I then refocused on myself…

The minute I started to do that, I felt myself getting to that point…

I started making noises from the pleasure…

He awakened from his zone and grabbed my breasts…

Squeezed my nipples, nuzzled his face in my cleavage…

I wrapped my legs behind him, I was sitting Indian style…

He took control and rocked me back and forth…

I saw he wanted to furiously cum…

I said to him, “Big daddy, you feel so good. Cum for Mamasita”…

He got rough fast…

I let him ravage me as well…

“That’s it, cum for mama!”…

He kept going and going…

I could feel the strong sensation start…

It was going to be intense, he continued at his pace…

I was amazed at his stamina…

“I feel it coming, Baby. Caramel’s going to climax”…

“Yeah, just like that!”…

I thought to myself, who is this person being so vocal? …

He kept going and going…

“Oh yeah, oh yeah, ohhh yeah. She’s cuming, Baby”…

“Fuck me,  damn it!!!”...

I was panting and sweating, I didn’t stop moving…

He wasn’t there yet, but any minute…

I grabbed his ass and squeezed it…

“C’mon, you can do it!”…

I gyrated quickly and tightened my muscles…

His eyes grew wide and he quickened the pace, too…

He moaned loudly and deeply from his gut…

I thought, “He’s strong”…

He was going to blow big…

He squinted his eyes and pressed his lips together…

He shouted, “Shit, here it comes!”…

Leaned back on the bike and let it take its course…

Funny how something that feels so good can look so painful…

I leaned forward too and just kissed his cheeks…

His forehead…

His lips…

I whispered to him, “That was a great ride. Your hot rod was amazing”…

Hot Rod P. 6

He reached for me and grabbed my waist…

Hurled me inward…

I was leaning on the bike and it hurt but I didn’t stop…

I started grabbing his neck…

My kisses got harder and faster…

I was impatient …

I pulled away…

Looked at him with seduction in my eyes…

I pulled off my capris and panties, and went to him…

I could see his bulge…

He wanted to come out…

I helped him…

Kissed his neck, while I unzipped his pants…

He lifted his butt up and I pulled his pants down just enough to have access…

He leaned back a little on the seat…

I climbed onto the bike…

He grabbed my ass and fondled it…

I yanked his shirt off and rubbed his chest…

He fondled me upward on my back…

It felt like a massage and I relaxed…

I  quickly became wet…

I asked him to turn on the bike…

He did…

The vibrations were strong…

I squirmed around to feel it more…

He paused to observe…

He saw me orgasm…

I never took my eyes off him…

I said, “Fuck me, please?”…

“I want to feel you inside me”…

He lifted me toward him…

I slid on him…

Ohhh…

Amazing….

Put my arms on the handles for support…

I rode him joyously…

Unconditionally…

He leaned back some more to adjust himself and dove deeper…

I moaned and moaned, and moaned some more…

Breeze flowing…

One with nature…

I finally leaned forward and grabbed him around his body…

Every inch of us was touching…

He got wild and crazy…

I reciprocated…

I felt like a wild animal…

The urges were so strong, I was going to explode…

Hot Rod P. 5

His body felt good…

I couldn’t fully get my arms around him…

He may have been too much for me to handle…

The breeze felt cool and crisp from the speed…

Eventually we left the main roads…

The one we were on was pretty clear of cars…

Headed toward the countryside it seemed…

More trees and shrubs…

Pleasant scenery…

He slowed down a little…

Seemed to be relaxing somewhat…

I guess he was anxious to get somewhere, too…

Not just me…

No turning back now…

He slowed down even more…

Took a few turns…

Even more secluded…

Beautiful…

Trees in full bloom…

Flowers all over…

Every color of the rainbow…

Felt like another world…

We were pulling in to a park…

Got knots in my stomach…

Felt like a teenager again…

Being spontaneous…

I hadn’t done that, since I can remember…

We usually follow our mind and not our heart…

But what our heart wants makes us most happy…

He stopped in a private area…

I hopped right off…

Pulled my helmet off and swung my hair around…

I looked at him…

He watched me intently…

I got a chill down my spine…

He looked hungry…

I was ready to feed him…

I was so ready…

I walk toward him…

He was still sitting on the bike…

Holding it up with both feet…

I wore a simple Capri legging and long cotton hoodie tunic…

Light and comfy…

I grabbed his face and looked into his eyes…

I kissed him gently…

I was controlling the tempo…

He just let me do my thing…

I kept kissing and kissing…

Gave him some soft tongue play…

He was very responsive…