Writing is my Passion, my Joy, my Love...

Its probably comparable to those cravings experienced by pregnant women,
That undying urge to satisfy and fill your soul with the Only remedy possible...
Writing.
Like 'The Highlander' who seemed to gain strength with every head his powerful sword claimed, I feel just as mighty every time I hold a pen between my fingers...
Well self praise is no praise, So go ahead, yes YOU and see for yourself,,,and By the way,,,Thanks for your support!

CoCoa Chanel xoxo.


Wednesday, 5 January 2011

Me








C : Charismatic but impulsive
H : Harmonious but subservient.
E : Energetic but impatient.
N : Inspiring but melodramatic.
E : Energetic but impatient.
L : Independent but distant.
L : Independent but distant.
E : Energetic but impatient.

So they say but read my version...

C : Candid but Creative
H : Hyper but Humble
E : Exotic and Erudite  
N : Naughty but Nice
E : Excitable and Erotic
L : Liberal but Levelheaded
L : Lovable but I'm a Livewire
E : Energetic but Empathic





In the Dark...

                                 She was so mesmerized as she stared into his eyes and smiled. A distinct heat was rising in her, as though she was swinging naked in the morning sun, Nothing he was saying registered in her brain, she was dizzy from the heat, captivated by his smile, overpowered by his seductive aura. They kissed and she almost floated away. Strange, usually she's they one that puts guys in this position,,,Who is this man and how is he doing this to her she wonders and she watches him with searching eyes still unable to fathom his powers. He is cool as cucumbers, and watches her now with the confidence of the Gods, he knows what he is doing and as much as she can't understand why, she submits to her feelings.
                                 As he puts his hands on her, a soft moan escapes her, and his kisses become more deep, her breathing becomes heavier as she weakens under his touch, she stops thinking and kisses him back vigorously, not being one to be outdone he intensifies the pace until she softens up again and allows him to take the lead, it is slow but effective, soft but sweet, unbelievable but true. She pulls back, in denial of what she was experiencing and again search his eyes "what" he asks but she is speechless and shakes her head. He goes in again, this time his hands searches and discovers her treasures, his fingers are wet and he tastes her. She calls his name as he licks his fingers again, this turns her on immensely and she lets him have his way.
In the privacy of the dark, she removes her underwear, and stand before him as he pleases her with his hands, her knees are weak, on the verge of buckling but he doesn't slow down now, she is groaning, and gripping his shoulders for support, then he puts he to sit instead and she opens  her legs wide, giving him total access to her most intimate and valuable possession. He is grateful for this and shows her by kneeling directly over it, he kisses her, he licks her, he nibbles on her, she is going wild with passion as he uses his hands and mouth to satisfy her. She is moaning and calling his name loudly, nothing else mattered except that moment, she exposes her hard nipples and he leaves a trail of kisses as he moves towards them.
                                     He is sucking on them hard, she is fully aroused and distort  her body from raw pleasure, she holds on to him tightly as he speeds up the pace yet again, as he drops back between her legs, she is frantic now as she feels her juices run down and he sucks it up, she trembles as she feels herself cumming and grips on to him tightly as she screams his name, it is too intense and she pushes him off. He stares at what he has done to her, she is breathing like an animal as she tries to get back her bearings, as she comes  back to reality. She looks at him in awe and kisses him gently, she is totally satisfied, totally at peace with the universe.
                                They can't stop smiling with each other, no talking, just stares and touches and smiles, as her body comes back to normal, then they hold hands and slowly walk back into the light. 


Sunday, 19 December 2010

26 YEARS OLD or YOUNG???

Wow! 26 already, and just Friday I walked in a shop, a man there apparently just chilling and the shopkeeper seems to be in the back, so hear me calling "good day, good day" no answer so the man in the shop bawl out "Tony, look a 'smallie in d shop'... I just smiled because he looked like he himself was not yet 30 but hey say what he find I looking young! Well that's a damn good thing, really boost my ego too because the day before I gone in my daughter school and it's here I's feel like a old mama. But all in all I am extremely thankful to reach this age because I've been to many a funeral for persons who didn't even make it this far. So big ups to my heavenly father for his favor and mercy.

To my Ex (Guess who?)


Well its been a week now, You nearly killed me...Again and yet still I think about you, I loved you inno, we've been at this thing since I was 14 yrs old and you've put me in the hospital too many times, I can't go thru this anymore. I swear I thought we'd be together forever, but I guess I'm finally ready to live without you, Don't need you anymore, don't want you anymore. I see you everywhere I turn, trying to get me back NO leave me alone, I mean it I'm thru with you, don't you realize you're not good for me, you never were, I appreciate the times you were their for me, when I felt you were making things better, but You never did. the thing is I'm sure that you ain't even missing me, you probably already have some other poor chic wrapped up in ur addictive strings, shit you weren't even faithful, She can have you and whoever else thinks they love you more than me, I don't care anymore, cause you don't care about anyone either. So Mr. Du Maurier, you sent Mr.Dunhill to beg for U last night eh, Well I sure he tell you what I do him, I not on you anymore, You cah get my money again.
                                                                                                                                No more love
                                                                                                                             Non smoker Chanel!

The Sweetest Thing



To meet someone for the first time, and its like You've known them forever!

To kiss someone and feel like fireworks are shooting off in Your belly!

To look into someone's eyes and see Your future!

To have someone give up their comfort, just to see You smile!

To have someone who makes You laugh and blush all the time!

To have someone who makes You feel strong, sexy and smart!

To be with someone who can appreciate You for You!

To be with someone who wants to be with You, all the time!

To have someone overlook Your past, Your faults, Your circumstances!

To have someone who You can truly call a friend!

Is such a sweet thing, That someone Is even Sweeter

But the Sweetest Thing is to find that Someone...

So Gone...



It was such a beautiful distraction, a consuming fire, that for a moment, made you go away,
made all the hurts of reality fade, the pains of the truth took a back seat for a while and a smile blossomed.

It was good for me, necessary, to breathe without your aroma choking me into the usual numb stupor your absence left me with. It dragged out the lost little girl, who knew what happiness meant.

It made me lose my voice and my bearings, a side effect of being totally entranced by imagination, by fantasy, by the unknown...removing the clamp on your thoughts can be very exhilarating.

It activated yet another side of me, added a new chapter to my book, stimulated dormant senses, opened up new ideas and visions, Fresh blood now flows to my heart.

Then as quickly as it entered, it exists, mission accomplished, satisfaction attained, The flame has fizzled out, the ashes now wait for the winds to disperse of the memory, the possibilities, the meaning of it all.

I blow it a kiss and wave as it all becomes a dot in the distance, Hmmm, I smile, inhale deeply and continue on my journey...

Different sides of ME!!!

I hate to hear someone say "who she feel she is" or "wah she playing"...U tell me nah "What am I really playing? U feel because I's a most requested rudegyul I cah I doh have values, or because I's a yardie I doh kno how to behave among certain ppl, or because I's d original gangstress I doh give thanx to my father for life. Well now u know. I doh b playing thing is still me, just different sides. I could speak proper english plus carry on meaningful, interesting, and entertaining conversations with ppl who are said to be highly intelectual, with most admirable confidence, on the same day I might cuss u so stink that u melt! Same me. Tomorrow u might see me looking like d swankiest freak when today u thought I now drop straight from d heavens, same me. What I'm saying is Who d hell is u to brand me one way and then fass to say out loud to boot, I 'playing thing'...stueps, Well hear this nuh, eff U and have a nice day!                                            

Wednesday, 1 December 2010

They always said I should write a book on my life...well here goes




Julie Bobb-Murray, a young school teacher, was preparing to have her second child. She had spent the entire school term home on maternity leave.
Then on Friday 6th July 1984, the very last day of the school term, the very last minitues actually 2.55pm to be exact...Chenelle Marina Murray was born.
I was 6lbs 7ozs, very nashy and pink. I am told I was a very independant baby from the getgo, not fussy at all, at least compared to my older sister Sherry Melissa Murray so I doubt I was as angelic as they say.
If I tell you anything else it would be hearsay and this is my story so I'll skip all that and go to what I remember personally...