“How Many More Must Die, Before Justice We Decry?”

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By: Qosmic Qadence

Are all law enforcement officials evil? Absolutely NOT! Are black people or ANY people deserving of the target practice that is ensuing on American City streets, by these rogue officers? HELL NO!

This is TRULY not a color issue, despite black people being (per usual) disproportionately affected by this ridiculous and reckless disregard for human life. But, this boils down to being a BAD PEOPLE issue. The problem is that we have far too many BAD people, occupying critically important high ranking positions of authority. Systems for training these officers to better handle and gauge (as well as to prevent or defuse) hostile situations is entirely NECESSARY!

Not only is it long overdue, but there needs to be some cohesion between U.S. Cities & States, to assure that the same EFFECTIVE systems are established and maintained concurrently. There also needs to be a more serious effort toward evaluating these officers mentally and psychologically, at varying intervals of time throughout the year, as they do their jobs. They need to be head checked as a result of that stressful job, not to mention their life issues that more than likely effects job performance.

The aforementioned (just to name a few) systems for training and mental evaluation are necessary because without even being an officer, we can all attest to how stressful the job appears as we’ve observed officers engage in the acts of actually serving and protecting within our communities. I’ve worked high pressure positions over the years that shot stress levels to their peaks. As a result, this oftentimes led to me being a complete asshole to my staff. God forbid I had a firearm to wield and/or potentially discharge. Who knows what would’ve happened in those offices?

Police Officers are sworn in to Serve; Protect; Enforce Laws; & make Arrests. Not to repeatedly assassinate the citizens. I have an enormous amount of respect for Proper Authority & most certainly appreciate the officers who risk life in limb in the face of indignation, to do their jobs. Kudos to each of you who know in your heart of hearts, whether you can be categorized herein. I likewise have a gut turning, soul burning disdain for Murders & Gangsters wearing Police costumes. Last I checked, that pagan Halloween event takes place once annually. So, it’s high time we expose the frauds, and find out what their true uniforms are. Beyond that, it’s time to put these criminals and perpetrators of organized crime against humanity, in the very Prisons the government has invested Billions of dollars into building to isolate such people from society.

Each of us can observe the actions of Law Enforcement Officials when we witness them treating a citizen unjustly. Each of us can file a report or raise a legitimate complaint in this regard. These things are very EASY for us to do. But to repeatedly turn a blind eye to these heinous atrocities of the vile human condition, is unconscionable at this point! And frankly, we should all be ashamed of ourselves! Though, shamed into correcting the ship, as no one is going to do this for us. We MUST initiate change ourselves!

We’ll Either Stand For Something,
Or Die For Nothing!

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“Elementary Watson”

by: Qosmic Qadence

Examine your motives if you will. If your ambition is to succeed in life just to piss people off, I’d go so far as to say, “Cut that shit out! Grow Up Already!”

I’d imagine such a scheme involving plans to use new found wealth and prosperity, to flaunt recent achievement of new status. This is a putrid cycle of moral indignation. One where status is sought & once obtained, converted into this false power which elevates people in their minds – above others.

Don’t victimize yourself. Instead, press forward with a positive mindset and directives for advancement. Whomever decided to pass up an opportunity to share in your triumphs of life, well, “God Bless ’em!”

Actually, we needed all of those people to help us find the perspective, to focus on accomplishing the mission. So, this means that you too have played this role in the advancement of others.

Bless your existence … mistakes, flaws & all.

Be Incredible!
Q

*Author of, “The Book of Qos – Inspirational Words of Life”, he is avidly outspoken about the simplicity of life and how a more practical approach can yield benefits immeasurable. Visit his website to explore his work & this movement further.

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“Checked Mate” (Warning: Erotica! Mature Content; Parental Discretion Advised)

By: Qosmic Qadence

Ordinarily hearing the order spoken would bring delight. Especially crossing the threshold of seductively full lips, always seemingly soaked and wet from the contents of some slender tube. A voice cotton soft with a fiery undertone, that which confirms her words are to be taken seriously. Generally twice a year this routine is followed thru, each time more uncomfortable than the last for some reason.

“Take off your clothes, put on the gown and have a seat. I’ll be with you shortly”, spills from her mouth in a southern drawl. Obliging the command, clothes are removed and the gown exposing my backside is slipped into. I sit atop the checkup table covered in that annoying crumpling paper, and in that instant realize how frigid the room temperature is.

Whenever in the doctor’s office I find myself reminiscing about childhood visits, staring at those anatomy pictures and charts that line the walls & nervously twiddling my thumbs. It had been well over a year since my last check up, due to neglect and a busy work load. At 33, the picture of health, I didn’t think it necessary to visit semi-annually, it was just something I had gotten use to doing. Mom was really big on making sure that we took care of ourselves growing up, so it carried over into adulthood, until recently at least.

In preparation for a trip to Miami a few weeks away, I’d sustained a groin strain or something or another which brought about slight discomfort. Chalk it up to those drastic attempts to be sexy for the beach.

This was the true reason for today’s visit, needed to get back into the gym free of irritation in the slightest. Surely Dr. Kirksey would advise on the necessary steps to remedy the discomfort.

Entering the room with chart in hand scribbling thereon, she walks over to a nearby counter, back facing me. Dr. Kirksey was very pretty, bright white teeth, medium build, about 5’9″, shoulder length hair and mocha chocolate skin. Her hair was pinned up in a style I’d never seen before, leaving a hint of a tatoo showing on the back of her neck. “She gotta wild side? Go ‘head Dr.K! Wit’cho snooty ass.”, I thought to myself and couldn’t help but chuckle a bit.

Hearing my amusement she turned to look and offered, “Sorry! Give me just a moment”, to which I replied, “Take your time, I’m off today!”. Turning back to her paperwork I notice the back of her white coat poking out a bit. I began to visually size her up, as never before had the occasion been found. She was naked in what seemed to be a blink, ass cheeks jiggling slightly with each stroke of her pen and page turned. Losing out to fantasy in this mental mind play, I was erect in no time.

It frightened me so I tried frantically to calm myself down, before she unsuspectingly turned to notice the tent pitched with gown and pole. By the time she turns, a sigh of relief is breathed as the swelling has moreorless subsided from visible embarrassment. Closed mouth grins are exchanged and professionally the doctor/patient song and dance ensues.

Vital signs having been taken and blood pressure checked, I sit upright holding a thermometer under my tongue as deep breaths are breathed – stethoscope on varying spots of chest & back.

Asked to lie back she begins probing in the abdominal region and the mere feel of fingertips causes my penis to throb and twitch. The additional ab exercises would serve me well; as I clinched assuring she’d feel the ripples. “Try to relax for me”, she says with a tone that didn’t convey the least bit of amusement. Closing my eyes, the power of self control is willed from mind over matter, intent to keep from being aroused. “Does it hurt here? What about here? Or here?”, answered with resounding, “No’s”.

Opening my eyes I could see a hint of cleavage from the low lying neck line of her scrubs. Inhaling deeply, eyes are returned to closed position – this wasn’t good! “What in the hell is wrong with me today?”, thought as lips are licked and mind is settled. “Sit up for me please?”, shatters the silence & upright in posture I return. “Is there anything I should know about?”, Dr. Kirksey asks looking directly into my eyes expressionless. Unsure of what to say as obviously my mind was full of sinful lust, I open my mouth but nothing comes out. Gesturing through circular motions with her hands the phrase, “Spill it!”, follows.

Finally managing to mention the groin discomfort, I stand in front of the table to be examined. “Raise the gown and show me exactly where the discomfort is felt”, she orders, while lowering herself onto a stool. I swallow hard and oblige, raising the curtain on a penis in bloom, despite desires of prevention. Pointing to the area in question, less than inches away from dick and ball sack, she reaches out to examine by touch.

Self-control out of the window, flag pole begins to raise and instantly apologies drip from my mouth. “Happens all the time, just relax”, she offers, continuing clinical evaluation. The reality of a woman that close to my semi-erect penis was alluring to say the least. Unable to stop, it grows hard enough to split open, every stitch of skin painfully tightened. Eyes averted upward with an astonishing glare, she pushes her stool back, stands and heads for the door.

She pulls the door open slightly and looks out, closes it back while standing to face it for a few moments. Alas, door locked she turns around, letting down her hair and removing coat from slender shoulders. Taking the stethoscope from her neck, she starts back toward me where not a solitary muscle has been moved. Her eyes affixed to my throbbing rock hardness – biting of her bottom lip becomes almost like silent confirmation of my longing desire. She reaches out, clutching a fist full of my gown & seamlessly removes it. “Ah! So this is why these things tie in the back” I utter with a sinister grin.

Sitting her firm scrub covered ass back onto the stool, reaching out with strokes and a grin, she inserts the head into her hot mouth. That entry was heated beyond 98 degrees, and the moisture accompanying access was both soothing and lava like. Complimentary strokes and suction inviting, my dick melted within her mouth like helpless chocolate in the summer heat. Carrying on like a candy starved youth, hands and mouth were filled with my savory treat. Reaching down into the neckline of her scrub top, pillowy soft breasts were caressed. Pleasantly surprised, she wasn’t wearing a bra, thus unimpeded her melons were fondled as the head game she played so well continued.

Standing up to meet me, our eyes lock and lips follow. Tongue twirls and saliva swapping, this kiss was immensely passionate. Lifting her top off, I start in on her perky chocolate breasts. She moaned while rubbing the back of my neck & head, that spot famous for driving me over the edge, as licking & massaging of her breasts went on non-stop.

Pushing the stool between my legs, I slowly lower myself down to sit – along the way performing tongue tricks on her upper to middle region. By the time I’m seated my hands are caressing her ass, eyes leveled with her wet pussy, now visibly leaking moisture through her scrub bottoms. My mouth waters as deep breaths of her essence fill my nostrils. Smelling good enough to eat, her bottoms are removed and finally her treasure is revealed.

Parting her lips with both fingers, the pearl winks and my tongue greets it with flickers and soft long licks. Two hands latched onto my head she pulls me face first into her grinding hips with twin gyrations mirror matching tongue thrills. My hands full of sex cushion, her ass cheeks are parted and asshole is teasingly toyed with. Responding in kind, her pussy begins to gush with moisture and she groans in approval – body tremors underway. Her pussy I continually lap away at until she pulls back.

Lowering herself onto my lap, bodies separated by a rock hard penis and her mountains of sex appeal, she licks from my face the residue of lust deposited. Entirely turned on I groan, “I’m boutta fuck the shit out’chu Doc!”. She giggles playfully grabbing the back of my neck and whispers, “Shhhhh…”, before planting her supple lips back onto mine. Simultaneously her pelvis is raised and she slides down onto my pole like a skilled fire fighter on call.

Her pussy even warmer than her mouth, sends shock waves of passion through body, mind & soul. We lock eyes as she glides efficiently up, down, up, down, up, down … pausing momentarily to kiss me deeply before resuming. I cradle her ass in my hands from underneath, legs rested securely on my forearms controlling the flow of penis to vagina insertion. Dripping wet, her juices springing from abysmal depths, pour profusely down upon me.

Rising from this position and turning to show off her firm ass, she slaps the right cheek, and bends over exposing that pink core of ecstasy. Tonguing her cheeks precisely, rubbing them along the way, they’re parted and her pussy is eaten greedily from behind. We’re in a semi-standing 69, as she dines on my pole & I on her tasty twat.

With both hands, her cheeks are slapped and she takes this as a signal to be seated. On the throne of my swollen manhood she takes her rightful place. Royal each stroke, her hands on my knees, back arched her hungry snatch swallows with precision. I watch mesmerized by the way her smooth cheeks open on each down stroke to welcome my penis deep within her wanting pocket of lust.

Snatching out completely, leaning forward with an altogether differing arch, she falls back onto the dick taking it into her anus. My eyes widen from excitement as her muscles therein firmly grip every inch of my hardness, massaging, gripping and releasing it with fervor.

I have to admit that I wasn’t anticipating anal sex, it was mind blowing to witness and feel. I began to meet her glides down stroke with approving upward thrusts. Before I knew it, we had worked ourselves into a pounding rhythm yielding sensations overwhelming.

Left hand full of left tit & right hand around her waist for control, our lustful encounter was in high gear. Standing up the desire is to punish that sweet ass from behind, so the stool is slid into position for balance. With both hands securely in place, the grind and slide resumes.

My hand in the small of her back, blow after blow is methodically delivered … balls deep, crashing against the core of her flesh. Both hands around her waist, ass cheeks are watched jiggle and clap whether moving back or forward.

With cumm rising fast, the anticipation of release gives me chills and I begin to shake uncontrollably. I explode into her bowels with an aftershock that would shake the entire west coast – immeasurable by richter scale or human thought. Tears stream from my eyes, in a release so perfect, that I swear the harps are playing and angels sing.

Door knob shaking, keys jingling – the door slowly begins to open. Sweaty & spent we haven’t the energy left to cover ourselves.

Checked up and checking out …

Qosmic Qadence © 2014
http://www.QosmicQadence.com

“Iced Tea” (WARNING: Erotica! Mature Content; Parental Discretion Advised)

By: Qosmic Qadence

Entirely too hot to move!!! Breathing seems to cause me to sweat more! 96 degrees at 10am, and temps are rising steadily, triple digits on their way without question. Just my luck to have a busted central air unit at the peak of summer.

Laying on the bed in boxers with the ceiling fan overhead circulating the devils breath perpetually, I’m mad that I’m hot and hot because I’m mad! This is slow torture as sweat is no longer beading, instead just streaming from my pours … my body is literally crying for conditioned air.

‘Quicks AC & Heating Repair’ has been sending a technician my way for 2 days now, according to the dispatcher. They will never have to worry about a shining endorsement from my mouth. This ‘Heat Wave’ has all but shut down most non-critical activity in and around the city. Heat Advisory warnings and rising temps have gotten our attention the last few weeks.

I needed to run some errands & tie up some loose ends here and there today, but fuck it! Wait! Frustration is making me sweat … *thinking* “I’m an Eskimo! I’m an Eskimo!”. Not working, hell, “I’m a polar bear?” Dammit, it’s HOT! “I’m in HELL!”, I blurt out!

My tantrum is interrupted by a knock at the door. I rise from the bed saturated with perspiration. This has to be the repair man, it had better be the repair man! Tossing on a pair of basketball shorts, I consider putting on a shirt, but decide against it & head for the door. Sweat is running a marathon down my body.

My wish had been granted, help had finally arrived! To my surprise it wasn’t a repair man, but a Repair Woman standing at the door instead, tool box in hand. “Mr. Simms? Quicks AC sent me over.” I stood there for a second taking in this peculiar attraction. “Oh! Come on in”, I stammer finally. At once showing her to the basement & the AC Unit out back.

Having gawked enough, I figure it a good idea to go up & shower in cold water for the 2nd time today. Who am I kidding? I figured I might have a shot at getting lucky and didn’t want to be salty or musky smelling. Presumptuous as can be, I proceed to shower, get out and dress in another pair of shorts – sans boxers this time – and a wife beater.

Before heading down to the basement, I’m struck by a brilliant idea. Wouldn’t it be an awesome gesture of kindness to take her a refreshing glass of iced tea? I’ll add plenty of ice cubes too, not to water it down, but to leave reason to have to refill it often. Game on!!!

Hook line and sinker, she accepts the beverage and it’s replenished a number of times. Small talk is engaged in and we speak about nothing in particular, though the charm is turned up full blast. I’m informed that wires within the closet must’ve been gnawed on by some sort of critter & await patiently as they’re repaired.

I’m seated in a chair directly across from the closet door admiring the view. From the waistline of her pants, a pair of red thong panties are displayed. Plumber butt never looked more appealing I think & then chuckle somewhat loudly. She remarks, “Staring at my ass, huh?”. To which I reply, “With both eyes, haven’t blinked once! I swear!”. “Figured as much. Typical!”, her retort. We both laugh and she begins to wiggle it a bit and says, “May as well make it worth your while, huh?”. Licking my lips and mesmerized, her ass is eyed like a hawk.

Alas the sound I’d been waiting to hear fills the room – the air comes on! Darting to the overhead vent in the nearest corner I let out a sinister laugh, “Hahaha, I’ve missed you so much sweetness! Thanks for returning to me!”. Faintly her voice is heard in the background, though specific words spoken cannot be recalled.

Excitedly I turn, rush over & in celebration lift her up off of the floor in a cheerful embrace. She never utters a word, her arms wrapped around my neck, mine around her slim waist. Her feet dangling from the floor are lowered after a few seconds and we stand in silence, her hand on my chest, the other grappling the drawstrings of the shorts worn.

Stiffness is beginning as her body is pulled closer to mine than flesh. At first the scent of this rose I inhale deep into my nostrils, until the desire to taste her sweat is given into. She let’s out the softest moan & begins to pelvic grind, all the while running her fingertips and nails through the back of my hair.

Her lips supple are glared upon before my head is lowered and ours meet. In no time our tongues begin a dance familiar, though experience one with the other was brand new. They seemed to blend and glide one over the other with precision of skilled ballroom dancers. Diving back in, the sweat from her neck is devoured, a taste refreshing.

We make our way over to the sectional couch, clothes falling like leaves along the way. She sits down, eye level with my hardened member, strokes it a few times & inserts the tip into her mouth. Tongue twirls round and round, suction and this sloppy sound – as though a thirsty animal was drinking water – accompanied feverish strokes of my dick. Deep into her throat and then spanked on her tongue & lips, she was serious about giving pleasure.

Pulled up by her arms into standing position – her red thong is lowered to the floor, as she steps out of them right leg after left. Delivering a passionate kiss, she’s then pushed back down onto the couch. I grab her with both hands behind the knees just above the calves & pull her closer. “My turn!”, I exclaim.

Before eating her out, my desire is to look at the ‘Treasure Chest’ and the pearl contained therein. She begins caressing her breasts sensually, as I expose that dripping wetness to the air. Massaging her clit with my thumb, she moans and squirms while caressing & pulling her nipples.

Licks are delivered to her inner thigh on both sides, close enough to her box to smell the essence, though tongue pleasure’s withheld. “Why are you teasing me?”, she questions through a moan. Chuckling I respond, “Patience luv, I got’chu!”.

From her knee down, tongue strokes are delivered and finally that soaking wet pussy is tasted. I don’t part her lips with my fingers, instead I enjoy finding that pearl with my tongue. Inserting one finger and then two, exploring that pussy like Columbus I probe upon territory chartered before, though claim it as my own. ‘Cummerica!’ Like vicegrips her pussy clinches tightly the two probing fingers, and her clit is continually teased with flicker after flicker of my tongue.

A stroke of genius washes over me, as I recall the full glass of ice which contained her iced tea. Returning with the glass, I take a full cube into my mouth, bite it in half transfering it to hers with a kiss. I crush 3 cubes of ice in my mouth, making it as cold as possible. Taking another full cube into my mouth, I began to eat her pussy. “Oh my God!”, she cries out! Her naural reaction is to squirm & withdraw. If possible to exit through the back of the couch, she would’ve done just that.

The melting piece of ice is placed directly on her clit and she nearly rips my ears from my head. I continue to finger her pulsating hole and alternate tongue pleasure and soft suction. The cube almost half melted by this time is slipped into her pussy with my tongue. She cries out, “Fuuuuuuuuuuck!!!!!!”.

Repeating the process of ice in mouth, her legs are pushed back as far as I can get them. This time her pussy is eaten and salad tossed equally, ice insertion reserved for her asshole. “You nasty muthafucker! Damn!!!”, she says through near convulsive shakes of her body. She begins to cumm in explosive waves, letting out the loudest moans & screaches ever heard.

Standing up and letting loose cocky laughter, I marvel as she lays there on the couch recovering from orgasmic bliss. When her bearings are straight she stands and pushes me back onto the couch remarking, “The same things that make you laugh, will make you cry!”. Lowering herself onto my dick she begins a graceful glide up and down, round and round. Her hole gushes with wetness that makes my pole slide in & out effortlessly. Looking into my eyes a smirk grows across her face and she belts, “I’mma make you cumm all over the place!”. My eyes are closed and I allow her to ride me to ecstasy.

Placing her feet into standing position on the couch cushions, hands gripping the back of the couch on both sides of my head, she throws her pussy down swallowing my manhood with great force. Stroke after punishing stroke we moan and groan together, sweat pouring from our bodies like tears from heaven. My ab muscles clinch tightly, my balls stiffen, ears warm & through trembling I explode as though a geyser! Like a jockey she rides this stallion to the finish – standing above me she had the last laugh.

“That’ll be $298.57 Mr. Simms”, she says. “For the fuck or the repair?”, I question playfully. “But of course the repair! The fuck was Free, and by the way, thanks for the Iced Tea!”.

The End …

Muwie Lipford-Qawwee © 2014