Bobbystar88

Finally I deleted all my old tweets and will start blogging new stories…

Look out for the new one that will follow 2 black gay young men living in London..

Pulling her close to me, our lips touched and a rush of energy spread through us.

Her lips were soft and gentle and many times I felt her tounge dance on mine, as if moving to our bodies eyrhim.
She closed her eyes as we continued to kiss.
I pulled back from her just to look at her. Just to see her. Just to know what she was about. She looks deep into my eyes and I see her chocolate brown soul. I see her hereatage, her roots, her descent.
This time she pulls me closer to her, touching me and caressing my body. I let her take control as her hands undo the bottons of my shirt. she tuggs and tears this time slightly getting a little rough. again I pull away from her, my bare self standing there. I was rock hard and in her eyes I see her gasp a little.
This time I wanted to be incontrol, so I do the same to her, as I pull away her clothes I hear her groaning. She wanted it bad, and I wanted to put it in her. Her dark brown skin glistened from the sweat. She was beautiful. I kiss her, from her lips to her nick I kiss her. Her moans got stronger as she was waiting for me to her enter her. My hands touched her’ and slid down from her stomach to her entrance , I touched and touched, making her cry with pleasure, I kept doing it until she begged me to stop. My hand dripped of her, she was ready, but I wanted to take it further. I wanted it to be more. I kiss her again and this time like my hands my lips got lower and lower, I continued to kiss her as i could feel her squirming underneath me. I got to her lips and kissed, she giggled, so I did it again, this time she moaned , I started to lick and nibble and bite, she screamed with pleasure, my nose poking at he cliteriae and my tounge deep insisde her. I felt her all over my face. I felt her wetness all over me. Now now she screamed. Still rock hard I slowly entered her’ leaving no gaps or spaces. She was warm and tight, she screamed out for more, and more and begged me not to stop. Her body close to mine, her heart beating to the same beat. Sweat entangled, breath to breath. Her breasts up close on my chest. She flipped me over and rode me, her groans got loader, her hands in hair, a way to relieve the pressure. Her hair, her beautiful hair. They say a womans pride is on her hair, long black kinks of gold. I sat up and held her close. Together we let out our release. She smiled, whilst panting deep and hard. Our bodies still joint as one, me still inside her. Everything was perfect. Everything was great.
I touched Africa.

It’s like you have just been hit in the stomach and all your fears and
insecurities have flown away. U no longer feel scared anymore, and
that person in the corner who has kept eyeing you, since you came in,
you now know you can finally talk to her.
You feel brave and on top of the world and for some reason everything
is just right, so you  have  more and more.
By now your ears are buzzing with excitement and all you want 2 do is
dance, so you do. You don’t care that your not moving to the beat or
by the fact that everyone is starring at you, you just dance. Dance,
dance, dance. Dancing leads you to having more and more and more and
more, a refreshment that will leave you feeling hyped, excited,
sexual, strong brave, dizzy, slow, tired.
Your head turns and you see the wrong person giving you the wrong
look,  and instantly you lounge like a tiger and devour your prey,
pounding into the specimen, leaving the subject confused and slightly
unconscious.
You then get dragged off by the men in black and let’s not forget your
best mates.
Instantly you and your group you came with get thrown out, and as a
result you end up arguing with the shortest one in the bunch with the
biggest attitude. You scream and scream and then end up punching the
wall, blood drips from you hand. “We’re taking you home mate”.
You cuss and cry, end eventually give in.
You wake up on the sofa feeling sick. Vomit on your chest and your
clothes on the floor. Then the headache kicks in an you then regret
having that extra glass of wine..

Ok, here it goes,

it took me ages to actually write this, but here I am, pouring my heart out to you. I want you to know it’s not to late to change things and as of now, everything will change.

I won’t even lie this time, everything will be ok and I know I can do it.
It’s not fair that you suffered all this abuse, and over the years I have let it get worse. I keep forgetting that without you I’m nothing and with you we are complete. I let this thing get out of control, and now it has to stop.
With all that smoking drinking and drugs, I cry knowing exactly what I done to you. Even when I gorge myself on food, I know it hurts you and as a result we both suffer. All I can say is sorry and from now I will treat you like a temple.

After all you are my body!

xxx