Deep Inside

Can I just say? Wowwwwww

This book is damn hawwwttt!!!

Reading is always an entertaining experience; you're placed in another world, another experience, that you would not necessarily have otherwise known.  Diving deep inside supernatural stories...even more exciting! Diving deep inside supernatural sex stories.... SCRUMPTIOUS! I'm amazed at the imagination of others, details I might not conjure up in my own mind. Can you say warped? Yet, I couldn't put the book down except in between the stories, and sometimes when it was necessary. I couldn't read more than one story at a time, I became so aroused that "hot and bothered" ME... needed a shower.  I cannot lie, I also at times became alarmed. The more violent aspects did not arouse me, if anything it disturbed me. They're a lot of things in this world that are warped and disturb me. Who are we to judge? Are we not a product of our environment, so to speak? If you don't like this type of read, than don't buy the book.  I'm not even going to spoil it and give details, it's a must read! I was curious, I quenched my curiosity. Remember this isn't for the faint of heart, if you like romance novels for the lovey dovey aspect, this is not the book for you. My mind will never look at sex the same. Sex is better than any drug and most certainly alters your state of mind forever, way past that immediate moment of luscious gratification. Just proof that your mind is the most powerful sex organ. I'm hawwwttt again just thinking about it! ; )

Excerpt from" The Threshold":
But she pulled away from me. I wondered where she could be. Then I felt my blindfold being removed and I saw a man in a hood suddenly before me! He loomed like a giant- naked, muscular. And the size of that thing! His dick was enormous. The woman was now pulling my legs apart, roughly, no longer soothing. The man was stroking his cock as he moved between my knees. And it seemed to grow even more. A leather strap appeared in his hands, and he wrapped it around his balls and cock. I glanced at the man. And once again his member grew. It would hurt like a knife slicing through me and yet this was how it was supposed to happen...

Enough said...

-Liz

    

Wild Dream P.6 The Ending

I can feel a climax coming on…

“Oh shit, oh shit!” I cry…

I must sound like a feline…

I am exciting him, along with all my antics…

He says, ”I’m not done yet, baby girl. One more time for Papi”…

I say, “Stop no more, no more. I can’t take it!”…

“Too bad. I’m not done with you yet”, he replies…

His face is completely buried in me…

Such passion for what he’s doing…

It must give him pleasure to please me…

He pretty much repeats the orgasm with such intensity that I feel faint and light headed…

I start to hyperventilate…

He grabs my body and presses my head against his chest…

“Deep breaths, Baby. Deep breaths”…

He goes through the motion of calming me down and then, when I’m breathing normally; he penetrates Caramel heartily and greedily…

I tingle and the walls of my vagina have spasms…

I grab his body for support…

He penetrates so deeply and hits my G spot. I cum so fast that I pass out…

I awaken...

But it's to an empty bed...

I feel frazzled and disheveled...

I’m like, “What the fuck just happened?”…

I have my nightgown on and he’s gone…

Why would he dress me? I think…

Caramel feels hot and bothered…

I reach down to touch her…

She’s wet like when I have sex…

I’m like, “Wait a minute”…

“How could this be, if he’s out of town on a business trip to Vegas?...

Unbelievable…

Ludicrous…

I then realize, it never happened…

It was all a fucking dream! …

He can make me cum, even in a dream! …

A wild dream…

Wild Dream P.5

He suddenly flips me over and says, “My turn, Tiger!”…

He spreads my legs and bends his head down and blows on her…

What a tease…

Starts to caress my breast and does some intense nipple play…

I’m squirming and licking my lips…

He rubs me hard down my stomach and sides, squeezing too…

Trying to fulfill an urge…

He pulls me down towards his face…

Props some pillows under my hips and starts to blow on her…

He gently teases me some more by licking the labia and peeking his tongue in exactly at my clit…

It’s so gentle. I can tell I’ll cum that way…

He continues to play in a light and airy way…

Still making me crazy… I cum softly…

It’s the onset of a few… I can tell…

He starts to get intense by pulling my lips apart and completely sucking her in her entirety…

I’m melting into a deep, beautiful place…

He licks her up and down and back and forth…

Round and round and in and out…

Sucks the clit hard and I arch my back and moan…

No, I cry in delight…

He doesn’t let go and continues…

My Flavor

I am the woman next door, yes I am. When was the last time you checked on your neighbor? Ohhh, you thought the old couple still lived there? Nah, it's me now!
I am a daughter, a sister, a mother, a friend, a lover, an artist, a painter, a sculptor, a writer, a fighter, a dreamer, a creator, a provoker, a seeker. I seek to dig deep in the recesses of creativity and provoke any emotions that remind us that, we are alive and unique. I am hungry to live life to the fullest. To feel, touch, see, smell, sense everything! I am feisty, passionate, strong, sensitive, delicate, loving, stubborn, opinionated, independent, high strung, laid back, talkative, quiet,  and yada yada yada, blah blah blah.

I am at a turning point in my life. Big, explosive, drastic, life altering, implosive. Did I say big? Losing myself and finding myself. In the mist of a metamorphosis, spiritually, emotionally, and mentally. Noooo,  I wasn't an ugly caterpillar, lifestyle changes people! I am nurturing my creative side...my true side! This is my road to personal self-awareness, self-healing, self-recovery, self-growth, and self-love. I would love traveling companions!!!

I am sure there is more you want to know or are curious about. What fun would it be to tell you everything up front? Children, you have to play along nicely now! ; ) Maybe a game of spin the bottle? HaHaHa...I know you know that game, NOT! Anyway, I will say that doing a blog wasn't in my plans. Wait...I think I said that already in another post? Yeah, I did! No matter, repetition is goos specially for those who don't pay attention. I am enjoying this new facet of writing and sharing. Getting personal is difficult and it's easy, if that makes sense? It's been all writing and sculpting mostly getting me through my transition. My heart was a puddle of muddy emotions and I guess to survive I needed a release. All these concepts, ideas, visions, thoughts and a whole slew of things just started pouring out of me and I just ran with it not knowing where it was taking me. Still not sure of my destination, but I am happy being creative. Although art may not be grandiose in the sense that it doesn't save a life, or protect the environment or cure a disease, it certainly has it's place. It touches and alters minds, hearts, opinions, and even souls. Almost three years ago I was broken in many ways. I'm not ashamed to admit it and I'm a strong, strong individual. Anybody that knows me, will tell you I am someone to reckon with, when push comes to shove. This shorty can pack a punch! However, if I can turn my pain into learning for others, if I can touch a soul in a positive way, if I can impact someone's livelihood for the better, then I can walk away feeling fulfilled just knowing it was a result of my words, my art or myself.

 I thank you for taking the time to read this and getting to know me.

As a new friend of mine says...
Hugs

All my flavor,
Liz

Wild Dream P.4

His breathing gets heavy and his moaning escalates…

He tries to lift himself up because he wants to watch…

I look at him wantonly with my deep eyes…

Raise my brow up mischievously as I grin and give him head at the same time…

I push him back down…

He bounces right back up and snatches my arm before I do it again…

I flinch because he’s so strong…

He’s being playful with me… I giggle…

I keep going and going…

He whispers, “Just like that, my baby girl. Just like that”…

I put my hand into it by vigorously rubbing it up and down while matching my sucking motions…

I’m sucking so hard, my mouth hurts…

He looks like he’s going to squirt his love juice soon, so I unexpectedly stop…

He looks at me with a question on his face…

I say, “Oh no, Mi Carino, you’re not going out like that without hitting Caramel’s spot”…

He starts laughing…

I don’t laugh back…

I go to climb on him…

I can feel the tip just teasing her…

My Haus...

 

 

Welcome

...To My Haus

My humble abode... 

My home is your home, my heart is your heart, and my passion is your passion...    

      For those of you who are separated, divorced, breaking off of a long term relationship or even just single for a long time. For those of you who are lovers, love to love, have fallen in and out of love, fallen in and out of lust, has hurt or been hurt by a loved one...is why I created this blog. The pain from a love is difficult to overcome. The wounds run deep and take time to heal. There is still life to live, experiences to be had, love...to feel again. You'll reach your crossroad when you're ready and only at that moment will you know it. You are not alone, although at times you may feel like that! Sometimes reveling in solitude has its benefits and healing aspects if you can tap into yourself.
      So...I decided to share not only my short stories...adventures...fantasies but all the sides that encompass my complicated mind, heart, soul and personality. I share quotes...poems... tidbits of me, and my art. My purpose is to keep reminding us of the delicate balance that is love. To remind us that passion lives within each of us. It drives and fuels us to be successful, to be productive and to be happy. Maybe in the span of your day, for even just a moment to whisk you away from the drama that is life. Passion is about living life to the fullest...yet we lose ourselves to the humdrum monotonous rituals that actually dissipate the very passion fueling us. To touch your heart, mind and yes...body! They're are all connected, no?
     I started this blog a year ago not really knowing specifically what I wanted to do with it, other than I had a deep need to express myself as part of my healing process through my divorce. It took a lot of courage for me to write erotica, to take self portraits and actually make it public.  As an indie writer, the publishing world is even more challenging, brutal and competitive. I don't look to be famous or infamous. All I desire as most artists, is to live off the very craft that is "US", the very expression. In this brief segment I won't discuss the stigmas attached to this genre, that's for another post. However, we all know that women are complicated beautiful creatures. We are meant to be nurtured passionately in order for you to reap all that she is meant to be. A lot of what I have expressed in the past has been sugar coated. Meaning, I haven't let you completely in, the very personal details. Why? Fear.  I can be pretty fearless too, but no one likes feeling vulnerable. Quite frankly I'm over that. Today I've had another epiphany as to the purpose of this blog and will slowly evolve it, as well as myself to the next phase of re-building "Brikhaus" a.k.a....Me! I'm playing catch up, literally and figuratively. I didn't dive into my artistic talents until 3 years ago. So... I have much to learn and grow and evolve!

     I hope you enjoy what you see, read and experience. I welcome all feedback, interactions, connections. "The Sweet & Gooey Memoirs of Caramel Butta Pecan" can be purchased on Amazon.com, the second edition will be available soon. I gave the book a bit of a makeover, so you will see a new cover in color. "Life as a Brikhaus", my second book (poetry) is complete, but publishing yet TBD. I made the decision not rush publishing it. I continue to edit the book as I grow, improve my poetry writing skills, story telling skills and elevate my art skills. Most important is for my audience to connect to my art through my true voice.

                                                                                   All my flavor,
                                                                                         Liz

FOR THE LOVE OF WORDS

      Since I can remember, I always loved to read. It could be anything. My father was an avid reader. One of the most intelligent people I know, studied at John Jay. Retired NYC detective and Security Lieutenant  for NY Stock Exchange. It was because of him I learned to appreciate Patterson, Clancy, Grisham, and Crichton. My reading went into other genres as well, from romance as a younger girl to horror and beyond. While my friends were reading romance still as young women, I was reading espionage, political plots and crime novels. I remember how engrossed I would get in a book, never wanting to put it down. Allowing myself to escape into another world. A realm alive with action, drama and amazing characters. I'd bang out a book in two days if it was good.  Words...are amazing!!! If written well can stir emotions, concoct visions in your head and create deep soulful connections. My passion for the word never left me, but I abandoned them in a life I was busy living.
    So, I decided it was time to start really reading again. All my available time is invested in writing and art, although even my artwork has somewhat taken a back seat. Liz will have to balance and schedule her time to do ALL the things she wants! I'll make it happen too. But, I thought It would be great to share my experiences in my book reading by giving reviews and summaries. Initially, I thought it would be wise to just review erotica. I realize it may be a bit much to have my head in sex 24-7, it gets me a bit twisted...okay, a lot twisted! So I need a breather occasionally. So...for the love of words...for the love of fantasies...for the love of excitement...for the love of thrillers...for the love, I shall once again live in the minds of others.
As a lover in your heart...
And...
As some of you share in my mind...
And...
Our world...
For the love of words...
-Liz

Wild Dream P.3

Let’s experiment…

I caress his legs gently - more for my arousal…

They’re thick like a juicy steak…

I want to just nibble away…

In a biting mood, but I’ll behave…

I just rub both legs up and down…

Right hand on the right…

Left hand on the left…

I then caress his scrotum…

His penis starts to awaken…

He moves slightly, but he’s still sleeping…

I bend down and lick the tip…

I love the feel of it…

Smooth and silky almost…

I continue licking downward and around the base…

Go back up to the tip…

He starts to move again…

I put the tip in my mouth and suck it like a lollipop…

Tastes so good to me… The shape and size…

He starts to moan a little. Eyes are closed…

I spread his legs wider…

Now I know he’s starting to awaken…

I start to go harder and deeper on him…

Deep throating him…

Wild Dream P.2

Feels like it was made for me… Perfect fit…

I can smell his cologne and his scent…

Intoxicating to me…

I could stay here forever…

Never leave his side…

Not share him with the world…

I doze off briefly and when I awake, I find we’re cuddling…

I don’t think he realizes, ‘cause he’s still in a deep sleep…

I’m on my side still wrapped in his arm…

Can’t tell how much time has passed…

No matter - it’s the evening and nothing is planned…

I start caressing his chest and his tummy…

Still doesn’t budge…

I think, “Man, I can take advantage of him and he would never know it”…

I start thinking dirty thoughts…

Maybe I’ll go down and see how long it takes him to wake up…

Getting wet just thinking about it…

Caramel is like clockwork…

She thinks sex, therefore she gets wet…

Whatever, we cannot deny human nature…

I go to the end of the bed but still under the covers and situate myself between his legs…

Spread them just enough, but not enough to wake him up…

Wild Dream P.1

I look at him contently…

He looks so peaceful in his sleep…

Angelic and serene…

Although he’s no such thing…

I sit on the side of the bed and just watch…

I wonder what he’s dreaming about? ...

Sex? Money? Work? ...

He’s a tall guy and fills my king size bed perfectly with room to move…

I just want to cuddle with him right now…

He looks so inviting…

He’s on his back…

Seems like a deep sleeper…

Doesn’t sense to me at all…

I decide to take off my clothes and slip under the covers…

At first, I lie on my side and put my elbow on my pillow and hand under my face…

I just look…

I listen to his breathing…

It’s quiet and steady…

His chest rises back and forth gently…

I want to touch him, but not wake him…

I start to caress his hair with my nails and run them along his scalp…

He doesn’t move…

I keep going and then run my fingers along his face following the contours…

For a man, his skin is soft… But not too soft…

I touch his lips…

Mm mm mm…

Want to kiss them but I don’t want to wake him…

I continue caressing, going down his neck and to his chest…

He’s got hair but he’s not overly hairy…

I rub his chest and place my head on it…

I hear his breathing and his heartbeat…

Makes me feel at peace…

I snuggle up next to him…

And just lay in the alcove of his arm…

sharks in the rivers

     As a "Queens" girl I've never viewed myself as a city girl, although many would beg to differ. If you're from anyone of the five boroughs you're a city kid. There's no denying or hiding in Ana the reflection of her environment within her poetry. I enjoyed how she touched on the simple aspects of daily life. This is my second contemporary poetry book. I definitely connected with her loneliness, sadness, wanting to abandon her immediate environment, and craving for so much more. Her poetry somehow gave me comfort in knowing that I'm not the only individual that has deep layers of sentiment. Sentiments she gracefully  simplifies and complicates in poetic words and imagery. It feels natural, easy and deep. I enjoyed her unique writing style. I recommend this book. There may not be many books I will not recommend, but that is because I am falling in love with poetry. Open to change always, makes me open to others voices and with that new knowledge, how will that altar my own voice? Curious...

My favorite poem...

"Crush" 

Maybe my limbs are made

mostly for decoration-

the way I feel about

persimmons. You can't

really eat them. Or you

wouldn't want to. If you grab

the soft skin with your fist

it somehow feels funny,

like you've been here

before, and uncomfortable

too, like you'd rather

squish it between your teeth

impatiently, before spitting 

the soft parts back up

to linger on the tongue

like burnt sugar or guilt.

For starters, it was all

an accident; you cut

the right branch

and a sort of light

woke up underneath, 

and the inedible fruit

grew dark and needy.

Think crucial hanging.

Think crayon orange.

There is one low, leaning

heart-shaped globe left

and dearest, can you

tell, I am trying 

to love you less.

The Wingman's Doing: Part 8 The ending

We slip in unnoticed…

I begin to get nervous from excitement…

We walk up one level and it’s lit with colored bulbs so it’s dim…

We wait to listen, no one’s coming and on one’s around…

We look at each other and start frantically kissing…

He’s a good kisser and I’m getting aroused quickly…

He unties my corset and rubs my breasts greedily…

I unzip his pants, rub him and play with him until he’s rock hard…

I push him down on the stairs so he’s sitting…

I remove my leggings and expose myself completely…

He reaches for me but I make him grab me with my back facing him…

He rubs my breasts and plays with my nipples…

I lean back to sit on his lap…

He guides himself into her…

I moan in delight, he moans in triumph…

I let him lean back and relax; I take control of the motions…

He can barely contain himself…

She’s already been unrepressed, the minute she landed on him…

I hold onto the side rail of the stairs to support myself…

With the thumping base of the music from outside the stairwell, I maintain that beat as I rock our world…

Quickly and undeniably she looses control and comes…

 As he feels her release, he then quickly and undeniably looses control and erupts…

I keep moving around because it amuses me to challenge his sensitivity…

He grunts from it…

I lean back and gasp…

  Then laugh heartily that we got away with this, without being caught…

As if he sensed what I was thinking…

He chuckles and says, “I’m bringin’ sexy back, them mother fuckers don’t know how to act”…

I start waving my arms around to his song…

“Come let me make up for the things you lack”…

“Cause you’re burning up I got to get it fast”…

“Come here girl”…

“Go head be gone with it”…

“Get your sexy on”…

The Wingman's Doing: Part 7

Especially how he’s reacting to my every move…

He’s digging me…

I’m digging him too…

I’m sweating now and my hair is getting wet…

I fling my hair around and wave my arms around…

He keeps my pace, and he’s got rhythm…

He’s wearing loose jeans…

It hides his physique…

I can tell he’s fit though…

He’s so damn cute; I put my arms on his shoulders….

He pulls me in closer to him, I smell him and it makes me want him…

I lean my face into his and kiss him…

He responds, kissing me back intensely as we keep moving…

I suck his bottom lip while I hold onto his neck…

He grabs my ass and pushes it against his groin…

I feel he’s excited and now I want him more…

I pull back, look at him again and then smile…

I reach in and whisper in his ear, “Let’s find a private spot”…

He nods in agreement…

I take the lead and grab his hand so I don’t lose him in the crowd…

We walk along the perimeter of the floor…

I don’t know this club too well so I keep hawking every angle of the place…

He yanks on my arm and I look back at him…

He tilts his head so that I follow his lead now…

He must see some place we can go…

It’s a door to a stairwell and the person watching guard is distracted…

The Wingman's Doing: Part 6

Starting to feel relaxed, from the tequila…

Feel like dancing again…

“You wanna dance?” I ask…

“Let’s do this”, he says…

He grabs my hand and guides me to the floor…

It’s crowded on the dance floor…

Can barely dance, bumping into people…

Ooooh yeah! Sexy back starts playing…

I let loose…

He follows suit…

I start shaking my booty hard core…

Into the beat…

It’s a remix no less…

I turn my back to him…

Sway my hips back and forth…

Rubbing up against his front side…

He says to me, “you got a sexy back”…

“Do I now? You like my J Lo booty?”…

“Yeah I do, all women should have a booty like that”…

“Who wants women like those skinny models?”…

I keep dancing, acting like I barely hear him…

I’m flattered and he makes me smile but I still have my back to him so he doesn’t see…

I turn around and move in close…

Really close, rubbing against him…

He puts his hands on my hips and keeps them there while we dance…

I stare at him and it almost feels like we’re alone…

Tuning people out and focusing on his body language…

The Wingman's Doing: Part 5

“You couldn’t ask for a better wingman”…

“He’s cute, was a marine, 40 and single”…

“He so likes you, it’s obvious”…

The waiter quickly brings my tequila…

I respond, “I don’t know. I just don’t know”…

“I think you need to go for it!”…

Waiter comes back with my drink…

LL is looking at me, waiting for a response…

I don’t even bother with the lime and salt this time, I just drink it quickly…

“I don’t know, we’ll see” I say…

“You better get his number or I will!”…

“He’s coming and I think I’m going to find someone to dance with. See ya!”…

She shakes her booty all the way to the dance floor…

He parks himself next to me…

We just look at each other…

Almost, not sure of what to say…

A bit of awkward silence passes…

“I just want to apologize for my friend, she’s been trying to set me up with guys”…

“I don’t believe what she said”, he replies…

“What, that I’m single?”…

“Yeah”…

“It’s true, really”…

“Was it recent? He asks…

“Last summer”…

“You’re too fine to be alone”…

“Thanks”, I blush…

The Wingman's Doing: Part 4

“Are you single?”…

He replies, “Yeah”…

Then he laughs, “I guess I’m scared of getting married even though I’d like some kids one day”…

My eyes open up, been there done that, I think. Don’t want any more kids…

LL then says, “My friend here is single you know. Besides, you’ve got plenty of time your young”…

He replies, “That’s what everyone says, but I look younger then I am”…

“Really, how old are you?”…

“40”…

She looks at me thinking, perfect age for you…

She has a massive grin on her face…

Not caring…

I can’t believe what she’s doing right now….

I look down because now I’m embarrassed…

Still smiling, but embarrassed…

It sort of seems like an awkward moment…

But I can’t tell if he’s embarrassed, interested or not…

LL says, “You may need to watch out though, Caramel is a tough cookie”…

“Tough enough, to handle a marine?”…

“Marine, huh?”, as LL looks at me and raises her brow in approval…

He’s says, “will you excuse me for a second. I’ll be right back.”

And walks away…

“Can I get another shot of tequila?” I ask the waiter…

“What are you doing? I yell at her…