Asea B Moore
Bio
"A seed grows with no sound but a tree falls with huge noise. Destruction has noise, but creation is quiet. This is power of silence...Grow Silently" -Confucius
Stories (13/0)
DayCreaming PT 2
This was the moment when I knew I fucked up. The thought of letting your nut fall out of my mouth onto my breast was what I needed to do the trick. My chest arches forward off of the couch, and I climax with fireworks around me. Green, yellow, red, and a hint of orange light up underneath my eyelids. All of the tiny hairs on my body are erect while a wave rushes over. The music was suddenly silent, and all I could hear was my moans overpowering the melody. I couldn't help myself with one orgasm, so I had to spoil myself twice. The continuous wrist motion quickened, and 30 seconds later, an enormous wave crashed over. This was something I desperately needed and wanted until we met again. I notice the couch is moist from my body heat with my breast exposed. My underwear is nowhere in sight. My body is fully relaxed and centered, but I can't help feeling bad for pleasing myself without you. The ambiance is fitting and has the perfect mood for this occasion. I wish you were here, and so does my Yoni. It's only a matter of time when I finally get to express how I feel about you. When it comes to you, it's not just the sexual things, you know? You make me feel heard, needed, and safe. There are other things you do, but the three basics would make any woman's panties wet.
By Asea B Moore2 years ago in Filthy
Happy Devoted Birthday!
“Mom, are you sure grandma is ok to come home?” “Yes, Alicia, she is fine. Your dad picked her up from the nursing home yesterday so we could spend time with you on your birthday. Besides, it’ll be great since you haven’t seen her in a long time,” my mother said with an upbeat attitude. 12 years ago was the last time I saw my grandma, and we don’t have a great relationship. The last time I visited her, I had accidentally stepped into her rose garden to grab a soccer ball, and she was beyond livid. Once I retrieved the ball, she snatched me by my arm and threatened to eat my soul if I went near the garden again. I ran crying to my dad about it, but he shrugged it off, stating that grandma was just passionate about her garden. It might’ve been nothing to them, but for me, it was traumatizing. Sometimes she would call throughout the years to see how I was doing, but nothing more and nothing less.
By Asea B Moore3 years ago in Horror
DayCreaming PT 1
The things I think about when it comes to you. I think about you constantly and always wonder, what do you taste like? What does it taste like to take your strawberry-colored tongue in my mouth? The excitement of tasting your fingers after they've been inside of me. To lick your lips after you've licked my juices. These reoccurring thoughts sometimes keep me up at night. They just keep coming, and I can't get enough of them. I bought new bamboo bed sheets to help with the hot sleepless nights, but that doesn't seem to work this morning. My libido is high at 3 am, and I have to do something to take the edge off until we meet again.
By Asea B Moore3 years ago in Filthy
Puppy Love Lane
"The toughest part of letting go is realizing that the other person already did." At least that's what a meme from Google says. At 20, I think the most challenging part is realizing that you've wasted your time and energy with no payoff. Today Metro campus was closed due to the snowstorm, and there's nothing to do at home but think. Bored, alone with my thoughts and staring in a daze at the fresh snow on my walkway. Earlier today, I went through an old high school memory box and discovered a perfume bottle. I can't help repeatedly smelling this perfume. This is where the thoughts of my exes popped into my head. The fruity-floral of cherry blossom and peaches brings nostalgia to the front of the line. Where did it start? Where was my life headed? What was I going to do after graduation? Opening this perfume bottle and smelling strong memories feels different on a day like this. While sitting on the beige window seal, I am overwhelmed by the flood of memories that make my head spin. I start to lean my head back against the wall, close my eyes and take a deep breath. There's nothing left to do on a snow day other than to walk down memory lane.
By Asea B Moore3 years ago in Humans
Failed Recoil
“I apologize for not being confident within myself” is what I want to text you but I’m not sure if this is the right thing to say. “WYD?” Or “did you read my text?” probably isn’t the best thing to say to you either. As I pace around my bedroom, I can’t help but think about our conversation. Emotions were high on both sides and I am sorry about my lack of confidence because if I was, then I wouldn't have texted that the other night. “Man I’m tired” I whisper to myself while rubbing my eyes. The cold marble floor beneath my feet is soothing but not enough to calm me down. I’ve been tossing and turning for the past 2 nights wondering if you read my messages. Wondering how you felt about me. Wondering if you’ll call me again. You must think the worst of me and I can explain. What if I were to tell you that I'm damaged, emotionally battered and some days I feel low. I question all of my actions because I am re-learning how to love myself again. My hyperactive mind tells me that you’re withholding something from me and I can’t help but ask for clarity. The abrupt distance from us has been bothering me because you use to always pick up my calls. Why is there a sudden change?
By Asea B Moore3 years ago in Humans
