Wild Child

Wild Child

Monday, April 23, 2012

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…

Sunday, April 22, 2012

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

Saturday, April 21, 2012

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

Friday, April 20, 2012

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…

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

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…

Monday, April 16, 2012

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…