Empress Vella Noire

Twas the night before Christmas and Santa slid straight down my chimney He devoured my milk and cookies  and pulled out his Naughty List My name was on there first I straddled Santa’s sleigh  His North Pole slid inside my stocking He grabbed handfuls of my sugar plums He’s quite jolly and why wouldn’t he be?  The naughtiest girl of them all is now the golden star  on his Christmas tree He wanted to be like Rudolph’s red nose and follow him up and down While my back curved like a candy cane He likes his bells to be jingled  While he decks my walls with balls of fury He dreamt of a White Christmas anyway He sprays his eggnog all over my back I’m his Vixen now I belong to Santa, and I am a happy Ho, Ho, Ho!   I belong on his naughty list, and I can’t wait until next year!  © 2025 Mia J

  Pretty Pussy?  On the outside, she’s smooth Smoother than melted shea butter  She’s juicier with no hair, and as chubby as her full cheeks, she sits on A permanent camel toe that will never lose its tightness No matter how much girth she handles She starts singing- and she hits notes higher than Mariah A kitty that's not scared of a bone Juicy Pussy?  Will burst with her tasty juices like a coconut  in his mouth and quench his thirst Hits the spot just like he hits hers to  keep her flowing like the Niagara Falls She makes messes that he always needs  no other assistance to clean Gushy like no tomorrow!   Pink Pussy?  Pretty from the front and  beautiful from the back. Light pink, which became his favorite color the first time she put it on his face Inhaling slowly, exhaling inside her walls, gripped tightly around his tongue, being sure he can’t escape for breath Reserved for the man who can keep it between them She can grip stronger ...

  Measured in Mia Years, five months of celibacy feels like dog years — and I’m overdue for trouble. What is one forgotten night to five months but a blink of an eye? I wish I knew. I wish I could feel, I wish I could remember that last time. A whisper lost to the wind. I am a woman. A fully grown woman with needs, just like a lustful man who can’t control his. I can’t jump on the first good-looking man I see. What if he only wants my body and tosses me aside when he’s done? Except I want him for his body — and everything between his thighs. Am I wrong for being honest? Or just not him? Such a double-edged sword. My nails dig into his back while he squeezes the sheets. My walls grip him tighter than ever before. It’s not enough for him to know my desires — I want him to feel what went unappreciated for so long. My breath races like a 5k, sweat tracing my skin. Our lips tango while my toes curl, untouched — until he wraps them in his mouth. He drives deep like the big...

Warm kitty, moist kitty, let him untie your bow Spread your legs and be his intimate hoe He knows your lewd desires without you telling The concentrated flicks of his tongue will have you yelling To the top of your lungs with years of hidden lust Inhale and exhale if you must Relax and let him give you his hard bone Warm to the touch and stiffer than stone Stroke after stroke will begin to poke At that button causing you to feel stoked Kitty Kat will tighten up and clamp  Your juices, as juicy as they please, will grow damp Beneath your full moon Your orgasm will punctually arrive soon The puddle will sneak out of your garden He’ll beat it up so supremely that he won’t need a pardon Your Kitty Kat is stronger than you know She’s so tight that he won’t ever tell you no She’s a Soprano while he is a baritone That slings and swings lower than a silenced microphone Kitty Kat was the lock and his bone was the lost key That you waited for Warm kitty, moist kitty, let Big Papa make that p...

  I’ve been waiting for you to enjoy me all day.  A lot has been on your mind and you couldn’t get home any faster.  That red wine you poured will relax you just enough for me.  The lights being as dim is leaving me more excited than you.  Sit down in that plush chair and get nice and cozy.  I’m comfortable being clutched in your hands in the air.  Spread me to page 69.  We’ve been together more times than you can count.  Do we really need to establish an exposition?  The only actions that’s rose so far lay beneath your pants.  Let’s reach our climax together.  I’ll turn over whenever you flip me.  I should thank you for being gentle.  We both know how delicate I can be.  My creator didn’t put a time limit on me.  We can go slow.  Feel these words and let them season in your love gardens.  I want to go deeper than your G-spot and straight to that Challenger’s Deep.  Your warmth on me is making...

  A strong pair of hands belong gripped on my thick hips. Squeezing them with raw lust that will flow through my body like a river of sin. The face attached to those hands will smirk at me. His hands will drift to my chocolate derriere. Both cheeks won’t fit in his hands. Yet he will have handfuls of my homegrown thickness. He’ll have a pair of thick lips that will softly kiss my facial ones. His kiss would tell my body his deep desires. He desires to be the first man to explore my love gardens. My pussy is wrapped tighter than a highly anticipated birthday gift. My vaginal walls tremble for a masculine touch. His hands deserve access to unwrap my most prized possession. My legs will spread apart with no hesitation. His lips will greet my lower ones with a soft kiss. My lower lips are more sensitive than a mimosa pudica. My lower lips will respond with a cry of liquid pleasure. And he will deserve it. And I will need it. His tongue strokes will send electricity through my body....