Grown Folk Business (Rated X)

Their chance meeting was by no way a chance. Words became literal and finally Mr. C arrived in New York City visiting family, friends and Ms. L who was an older woman who had made his acquaintance through common interest at a writer's convention. After making his rounds Mr. C jumped in his ride with his blackberry to ear... " I'm on the way; are you ready for me?" I will be there in twenty minutes." Ms. L answered ... "yes I have some smoke and I am ready." Blasting "The Roots" he pulled into the narrow parking lot near the apartment. C walked up the two flights of stairs to Ms. L's door which was already cracked open. The warm intoxicating scent of Hinoki burning. There she was greeting him with only a pair see through lavender colored panties. Neither one of them needed to talk. This is grown folks business the two would say. All the familiar conversation (small talk) was not necessary they were beyond that. Ms. L was ready to fuck Mr. C and he was ready to fuck her. Not even a blunt; yet they were both already buzzed. L reached for C's belt buckle pulling him towards the bedroom. C grabbing her ass while she continued to undress him. L unzipped his pants massaging his super hard cock. L was on her knees sucking C's cock, tonguing his balls and putting them in her mouth... "I want you to cum in my mouth, I want to taste you." He reached down grabbing her hair with a wicked smile on his face and said..."but first luv I want to fuck you." Lifting Ms. L up from the floor she fell back upon the bed C wanted to see everything. He began biting hard on her nipples, kissing, stroking and spreading apart her sepia thighs. Fingering her pussy and then licking her clit. C's cock was so fucking hard he thrust into her dripping wet pussy. The strokes were long and rough like L liked. She was into sadomasochism from her days at Acquiesce. C flipping her from the front to the back of that fat ass which he parted. Squirming L tried to pull away from him but C grabbed both arms, pinning her face down allowing him full access to her asshole. L flail beneath C wildly enjoying his torturous pursuit. C determined to fuck the ass used his free hand to lubricate her hole while holding her down finally pushing his cock into L's hole. C knew L was not fond of anal sex which excited him more. L's screams muted by the pillow turned into song like moans climaxing allowing C to continue breaking her hole. Turning L over back C whispered into her ear..."now luv how did that feel?" L smiled with a long sigh removing C's condom. "It was just what the doctor ordered." L began sucking his cock until he blazed all over her mouth and face. "Now luv light me up that blunt."

The End
Lepadah
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A Minimalist at work creating space.

Drilling, designing and downsize to live a more productive spacious life doing it on my own.
This weekend I spent time sifting through unopened boxes discovering and separating the trash from keepsakes. I finally rid myself of old jackets, leather pants I will never again wear; okay let me be honest fit in. Finding new space for life possessions including several journals that I stored inside a broken trunk, boxes and boxes of finished/unfinished manuscripts. After throwing out a dresser with termite eaten drawers, bags of paper trash, old clothes but gently used, toys, books, pots, mix match socks, old toiletries including makeup. I stood able to see a clearing amid the mess and clutter. My son's drum set actually fit without being bunched up in the corner. I recently paid a visit to Home Depot; leisurely strolling the isles delighted at the possibilities to finally create a clear sanctuary. Purchasing some blinds, curtain rods, two ceiling fans. Armed inside my pocketbook was a measuring tape and a piece of paper with measurements. Checking out the various colors of paint I have decided to use an optic white for the main color, turquoise and chocolate paint for accenting base, windows & ceiling. I am almost ready. Home alone once again offered me another opportunity to visualize the beauty of space. Opening up the yellow tool box with anticipation of drilling. I did it! I mounted the rods without a hitch...


Lepadah

Posting pics when finished. Peace to all enjoy the trees. Keep it green.

Lovely the Ballerina

The petite dog ensconced near the fireplace
Lovely the ballerina symmetrically upon the foot stool nearby
blowing smoke rings aside her head
camel cigarette butts stuffed in an ashtray
we shared the bottle of tequila
there was no fire burning
just candles flickering
reflect off silver christmas balls
listening to catholic girl confessions
there was no cloaked anonymity
lovely whispered about years at the University
“Ritalin perfect for last minute college papers.” (laughing)
texts books you can’t bare to read
she hard pull the camel
exhaled
no surprise she was stripping @ Norma Jean’s alongside butter
or hosting illegal poker rooms
strictly for Baltimore ballers
and by invitation only
not shocked to find bongs and left over seeds
from the sweetest weed ever smoked
or selected pieces
from victoria secrets
meticulously placed in her special drawer
suffering from my own cinderella complex
lovely vowed to conquer
by confessing without remorse to mother

© 2009 Lepadah

Perfectly petite living in New York City.

Perfectly petite living is how I'm living. I have downsized significantly and realize that bulky overbearing furniture takes away from the energy of space. Leaving very little room for a more free and serene atmosphere. After unpacking boxes of collected memories everything from great grandma's wooden chicken boxes, the numerous mason jars I vowed never to throw away; eventually keeping three. I stood boxed in by boxes, torn furniture, too many chairs, dishes, literally hundreds of glasses, clothes, boxes of photographs, childrens toys,bikes, skates, sleds and thousands of books. My books and music I did not purge; that I kept happily. Frustrated at my own rat packing over the years I desperately needed to clear the clutter and begin again with a whole new perspective to space. Practicing minimalism in the beginning is mind altering but is proving to be an ultimate challenge that I plan to keep no matter where I live. Keep it green and simple.

Peace Lepadah

Cmon Brothers/Sisters of the word...

6th Annual New Year’s Day Marathon Benefit Reading

January 1, 2010
2:00 pm
Friday

The Poetry Project
at St. Marks Church
131 E. 10th Street
New York NY 10003
212-674-0910
info@poetryproject.org

Poets and performers this year include Ammiel Alcalay, Bruce Andrews & Sally Silvers, Penny Arcade, Arthur’s Landing, Ari Banias, Jim Behrle, Charles Bernstein, Anselm Berrigan, Edmund Berrigan, Ana Bozicevic, Donna Brook, Michael Brownstein, Franklin Bruno, Tyler Burba, Peter Bushyeager, Reuben Butchart, Callers, Yoshiko Chuma, Church Of Betty, Michael Cirelli, Todd Colby, John Coletti, CAConrad, Brenda Coultas, Geoffrey Cruickshank-Hagenbuckle, Mónica de la Torre, Mina Pam Dick, Steve Dalachinsky, LaTasha N. Nevada Diggs, Maggie Dubris, Douglas Dunn, Marcella Durand, Steve Earle, Will Edmiston, Joe Elliot, Christine Elmo, Laura Elrick, Maggie Estep, Avram Fefer, Jess Fiorini, Corrine Fitzpatrick, Foamola, David Freeman, Ed Friedman, Greg Fuchs, Joanna Fuhrman, Cliff Fyman, Kelly Ginger, Pepi Ginsberg, John Giorno, Philip Glass, John Godfrey, Toby Goodshank, Nada Gordon & Gary Sullivan, Stephanie Gray, Ted Greenwald, Tim Griffin, Miguel Gutierrez, John S. Hall, Janet Hamill, Robert Hershon, Tony Hoffman, Lisa Jarnot, Paolo Javier, Patricia Spears Jones, Pierre Joris, Adeena Karasick, Erica Kaufman, Lenny Kaye, John Kelly, Aaron Kiely, David Kirschenbaum, Bill Kushner & Merle Lister, Susan Landers, Joan Larkin, Dorothea Lasky, Denizé Lauture, Joel Lewis, Brendan Lorber, Michael Lydon, Kim Lyons, Dan Machlin & Serena Jost, Filip Marinovich, Chris Martin, Gillian McCain, Legs McNeil, Tracey McTague, Taylor Mead, Jonas Mekas, Sharon Mesmer, David Mills, Rebecca Moore, Tracie Morris, Will Morris, Eileen Myles, Jess Mynes, Elinor Nauen, Murat Nemat-Nejat, Jim Neu, Geoffrey Olsen, Dael Orlandersmith, Richard O’Russa, Yuko Otomo, Gary Parrish, Simon Pettet, Nicole Peyrafitte & Miles Joris-Peyrafitte, Genesis Breyer P-Orridge, Kristin Prevallet, Brett Price, Arlo Quint, Elizabeth Reddin, Evelyn Reilly, Citizen Reno, Bob Rosenthal, Douglas Rothschild, Tom Savage, Michael Scharf, David Shapiro, Frank Sherlock, Elliott Sharp, Nathaniel Siegel, Christopher Stackhouse, Stacy Szymaszek, Anne Tardos, Susie Timmons, Edwin Torres, Rodrigo Toscano, Tony Towle, David Vogen, Nicole Wallace, Lewis Warsh, Phyllis Wat, Karen Weiser, Simone White, Emily XYZ, Don Yorty, Rachel Zolf & more t.b.a.

This event will be held in the Sanctuary. General admission $18, Students & Seniors $15, Members $10.

Lepadah's $1,000 old news... I was so pleased w/my damn self.

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Turning a Phrase
By C. Gerald Fraser
Published: June 22, 1987
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Today, James Earl Jones, winner of this year's Tony Award for best actor in a play for his work in ''Fences,'' will read poetry by August Wilson. Mr. Wilson also won a Tony for writing ''Fences,'' the story of how one father sternly nurtures his son. Reading her own poetry will be the poet and playwright who wrote ''For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide/When the Rainbow Is Enuf,'' Ntozake Shange. Esther Rolle is to be the host in Theater Four at 424 West 55th Street at 7:30 P.M.
Also included in the evening is the presentation of the 1987 McDonald Literary Achievement Awards to Sylvia M. Cunningham of Los Angeles for her play, ''No Two Way Ticket;'' Lydia Elizabeth Percy Jones of Brooklyn for her poetry, ''Ladies Room;'' Carmel Simmons of Fresno, Calif., for her fiction, ''In an Unknown Wind,'' and Shannon Richards of Charleston, S.C., for her fiction, ''Social Work.''
Portions of the winners' works are to be read. Admission, free. Information: 246-8545. Derring-Do
Anthony Giaimo says that some of Shakespeare's contemporaries referred to Shakespeare as an ''upstart crow.'' To them, it meant the Bard would not amount to anything. To Mr. Giaimo, the term represents ''the spirit of audacity'' and he has named a new theater company, of which he is producing director, Upstart Crow.
The company's first production is a new play, ''Under the Skin,'' by Betty Lambert. This work focuses on the fight for sexual power in a marriage.
Through July 1, performances of ''Under the Skin'' are to be Monday through Friday at 8 P.M. and Saturday at 7 and 10 P.M. at the Perry Street Theater, 31 Perry Street. Admission, $8. Information: 982-1661.




Awards for 3 Black Writers
Published: June 25, 1987
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Three women whose writing concerns the black experience in the United States are the recipients of the 1987 Literary Achievement Awards, sponsored by the McDonald's Corporation. The recipients, each of whom was awarded $1,000, are Sylvia Cunningham, a playwright; Lydia Elizabeth Percy Jones, a poet, and Carmel Simmons, a novelist.