2004 (the wave) pt 1

i knelt in the atlantic ocean. cheap cocaine pulsed through my veins. remorse bubbled in my soul. fear boiled in my heart. minutes before, i left my car running and blasting an alice in chains song on repeat. i left the door open and the lights on. the cell phone in my pocket rang over and over as i slowly trudged through the sand, fully clothed in all black haute couture. i barely felt the cool water as i splashed into the waves. my mind reached for the innocently judging moon, hanging over the black horizon. it studied me in my torment. i thought for sure that i would be dead by the time i reached the water line, the edge of the real world. i hoped that the flesh-made machine of a prison that my soul was bound to would seize, split in two, and allow my soul to continue across the great, black barrier. it didn’t. my cell phone stopped screaming once the waves suffocated it. the sadness inside of me hoped for the same result.

she was a couple of years younger than i. five feet even and pale for a white beach girl, she was covered in the most exquisite patterns of freckles i had ever seen. her best friend worked for me as an assistant at a logistics firm and had introduced us one night at a party. her eyes were an alien color of blue that burned into my mind each time we made eye contact. i remember thinking that my attraction to white girls was as much history as mc hammer or coolio. having attended a historically black university, i decided that shades from deep chocolate to caramel fit me best, not to mention the social implications of interracial dating. all of that disintegrated once she reached around my waist and splashed into me. her hair smelled like some strange type of flower mixed with cigarette smoke and her breath (when she whispered her name into my ear in a small, raspy voice) felt like a cool peppermint. there was no small talk. i grabbed her lightly by the fingers and lead her outside to the balcony, to the ocean. i stood behind her, framing her against the railing, and she leaned her head back into my shoulder. “are they watching?” she said with a giggle as i lifted her short skirt in the back. my fingers traced her waist along a thin string bikini line that dove deep between slender, asscakes. my fingers followed the string down and around into her smooth and wet furnace between her legs. she reached around and unzipped my pants, violently. my fingers slid into her on both sides of her thong as she pulled me outside of my zipper, slowly stroking me. after a minute of exploration, i chuckled in her ear and snatched the thong away. she flinched lightly, but i could tell that the sound of the thong popping had the most impact. it snapped us away from the subtle trance of the waves crashing on the shore below. she lifted herself up on her toes, arching her back, and slid back and down onto my penis. her body slowly winded around against me and i could feel her wetness running down and into my pants. she reached around again and grabbed my base, firmly, and lifted forward off of me. her fist angled up slightly and i felt the tip of my penis nudging against the tight swirl of her ass. grabbing her tightly around her waist and burying my face into her neck, i plunged myself deeply inside. her other hand dug into my arm with clenched nails as she drew a sharp fill of air into her lungs. we slowly grinded against each other until i felt a wave of static-like energy form at my spine and quickly accelerate its way around my body to clash at my front center like an explosion. i came inside of her.

i thought about that moment as i knelt in the black water all alone. that was months ago and should not be so significant. i stared up at the moon with the face of a dead man and tears running down the sides of my cheeks. at that moment, i forgot why i was there.

“naked”

she walks out of the building after what seemed to be the longest day of work ever. she walks quickly down the sidewalk to her car, feeling thousands of invisible eyes staring into each step from the thousands of expressionless windows of the tall buildings. a black bmw 760 li silently slides to a stop beside her. as she turns to glance into the window, she notices that all of the sound in the city seems to have stopped besides the low grumble of the car’s engine. a man is frozen in mid step ahead of her, and a bus is frozen in the middle of an intersection behind her. a dark face leans closer to the half-lowered window and whispers, “naked”. the figure smiles, exposing a sliver of white teeth between moist and inviting lips. he removes his glasses to reveal dark brown eyes that communicate peace, truth and lust, combined in one thought. “naked,” he whispers again. she slowly traces the top button of her blouse, considering the idea of actually standing naked on a sidewalk. naked, with a blind beast with thousands of closed eyes sleeping at her toes. naked in front of a stranger. as she switches her posture, her thighs lightly brush beneath her dress. this provides all of the motivation necessary for her fingers to begin to unwrap her flesh, exposing her to her audience. he revs the engine loudly as the last piece of fabric falls away from her chest, lightly clinging to her left nipple as a last effort to retain composure before being torn away by the inevitability of the moment. she stands in her heels, one arm cupping her breasts and the other tracing the short curls of her diamond-shaped pube-design. “come,” he whispers and she opens the car door and steps in.
she takes a moment to register the feeling as the warm, soft black leather seats seem to embrace her naked flesh. she imagines patient, strong fingers around her rib cage. the seat vibrates lightly, just enough for her to imagine straddling a large black wild cat, walking with muscles rippling beneath her slender ass and tempting her lips to spread a little. the stranger replaces his glasses and whispers, “hold on.” she is immediately forced down into the seat as the car leaps vertically into the air, passed the buildings and into the night. the vertical acceleration reduces and the car lurches forward into the clouds. minutes pass before she comes to the conclusion that they are really flying, and it excites her. “seat belt,” he whispers as his hand reaches between her legs. he brushes against her clitoris as he lifts the lower portion of the pilot-style harness. as he reaches across her breasts for the right shoulder strap, he brushes against her nipple and she looks down to see a thin trail of her juice across his hand. once connected, the straps snatch her back into the seat. the car slightly climbs, rolls and plunges downward into the earth. the lower portion of the harness vibrates slightly as the car begins to decelerate and level out. looking out the window, she can see that they are flying over water and headed toward a dark land mass. as they approach, she can see that the mass is really a black angular box-like structure the size of a city. a white vertical strip appears in the blackness, widening slowly. a door opens.
the car floats into a large white room with a black reflective floor. it sinks to the floor and stops as the stranger steps out. this is the first time she actually took notice of his features. wearing dark jeans and black v-neck his shiny black shoes echo as he walks around toward her. she steps out slowly, tracing her fingers along the curves of the open car door. he slowly twists a curly lock of hair as he takes her hand into his. he kneels down slowly and removes her heels, tossing them back into the car. as he leads her to an opening door in the wall, she notices that her toes feel as if a gentle and warm electric current runs through them as she lifts them for each step. as she enters the next room, she notices a square structure in the middle of the floor. a bed.
as the door hisses closed behind them, the lights slowly begin to dim and fade to black. the stranger leads her forward, lifts her and places her on the soft and warm sheets. she feels his breath on her lips a second before his wet, open mouth engulfs her lips. she opens her lips and allows his tongue to explore her. facing her in the darkness, she feels his hands firmly grasp her around her rib cage. he pulls her into his chest her nipples grind against his silky t shirt. she pulls back and lifts the shirt from his chest. her lips find his right nipple and she traces her wet tongue in small circles, feeling him slightly rise to her touch. she feels his fingers running up her thigh and across her moist lips. they spread open like a flower as his fingers enter her. his two fingers curve toward her front wall to find her secret button, flickering back and forth and around. he taps her button lightly and glides around to her other chambers, exploring her deeply and slowly. her fingers find his zipper and she traces his penis through the thin jeans. he lowers the zipper and unbuttons his jeans to find that he is not wearing anything beneath. his skin smells almost like coconut, she notices as she lowers her head to take his penis into her mouth. she does not tickle. she does not flirt. she grabs him tightly by the base while she forcefully glides up and down. he pulls away and guides her down so that her face is nestled on the soft sheets and her thin white ass towers in the darkness, swaying back and forth. she has never felt this free. starved. she feels a single finger trace down from her lower back between her buttocks, gently swirling around her small and tight anus and splashing into her now-gushing pussy. immediately, she feels his penis slam deep into her. he digs directly into her creamy cave and buries the tip into the bottom. he pounds her, plunging deep and coating her walls with his stiffness. over and over. harder and softer, then harder again. she is so wet, she can feel her juices splashing out and onto her buttocks. her fingers find her clitoris and her juices run into her palm as she feels him slamming into her over and over. her tongue finds the sheet and she bites down lightly, sneering with her lips. he continues to dig into her and she feels the same electric current begin in her toes and begin to climb through her calves and thighs. her eyes roll back once the current reaches her center and she explodes into a spectrum of colors of feeling. he slams into the bottom of her sugar cave one last time and freezes still inside her. she convulses, bucking up and down around his penis as another wave rises and splashes over her. as it subsides, the lights slowly come up and she cracks her eyelids to witness close to sixty beings standing in a circle around the bed. clones of the stranger. smiling and whispering “naked.”

fin

MyVerse - Ozonians

Somebody just went the eff in…
“Ozonians is track # 14 off of my current mixtape Self Portrait ; Revelations of MyVerse Hosted by Tony Touch . Available on Reverbnation.com/MyVerse follow @iMyVerse Video Directed by @JGatsbyraps and @TheLostAbsrtact …. if you thought it was sick make sure you share ! #TheIsland #Ozonians #Revelations”

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Chris Crackalackle - Karate Crack

SHOUT TO @CRACKALACKLE
Crackalackle, one of the members of the Strange Gibberish crew, delivers the “I’ll woop yo head, boy” steeze perfectly. Shot and directed by Grandmaster Treez, this video was as fun to watch being filmed as it is to watch. Are you not entertained?

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