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Mutual Lovers He lay with whom ever he chose to many of times with numbers soaring high And he wore it proudly like a game jersey His sexuality expanded from continent to continent His bedroom filled with tales of the … Continue reading
I like it when we get lost on some exotic ocean front hideaway island after an argument. He’s going to punish me for being disobedient. He grabs me by the hair and strips off my clothes, except my panties. I lay across his lap and wait for my punishment. He firmly slaps my ass wanting me to cry out. Then, he slides my panties down and grabs the strawberry flavored oil.He knows how much I like it when he rubs the sticky warm sensation all over my ass. He slaps it hard again. I cry out, but beg him to continue. There is pleasure in every painful strike. He then lays me across the bed. With my back arched and my ass in the air, he drizzles the oil down my back; then, between my ass cheeks. He watches as it falls between my lips. He continues to rub the oil all over my body as he begins to kiss my cheeks. Then his tongue samples the mix of the strawberry flavor and my clit. I’m in ecstasy but I’m anxious to return the favor.
Every time we disagree, my taste buds crave him. I push him away and grab the oil. He stands waiting on my next move. I start at his chest, following the trail of the the strawberry flavor with my tongue until I end up on my knees. I take him into my mouth quickly with a firm grip; over and over gain. Then, pull him out slowly. I won’t let him cum. No….Not yet! I rub him all over my breast. I rise from my knees and push him on to the bed. I climb on top of him backwards and force my way back into is mouth. We taste each other at the same time. I feel myself slipping away into a climax. But, I’m determined to cum while he is inside me. I quickly change positions. I straddle him in reverse, so he can look at my ass shining. I want him to see how his enters me. It feels so good as he keeps tapping my spots. I shake my ass and slide up and down. I scream his name, holding back, so we can climax together. He swells and throbs, the faster I ride. He can’t hold it any longer, neither can I. ……………………………..Breathe in ………….Breathe out………………I’m cumming awh awh …..I love you
I used to have those days when I used to sit back and think of past relationships. This was the preking era of my life. I would talk about it with friends. Not, because I wanted old boyfriends or fuck buddies back, it was because I was mad with myself for even getting involved. I used to get super pissed every time I think about the bad sex I used to have. But when I met the king, things changed for me. The first time we made love,( which I’ve never written about) and the first time he held me in his arms; I realized it was time for me to let go of the anger. I realized how much I didn’t care about anybody before him. I did things or said things to previous men either to sleep with them or to play with their emotions. But I didn’t care from them. If I cared, then I wouldn’t have treated them the way I did. I never really made any efforts to keep them. Always secretly wishing other women would come along to get them the fuck out of my face. I could never love any man that tried to keep me confined or criticized who I was as a person. I was happy with me and all my wildness. I just had to find a man that loved me the same way. And, I did just that!
True, talk of all the horrible boyfriends and terrible sex, is good for business. Everyone likes to read about the craziness of ex relationships. And for entertainment purposes, I don’t mind telling the stories. But personally, at home when it was he and I, I never wanted to talk about situations that could ruin our time we spent together. Honestly J or I, never waste our time concerning men we have no interest in sleeping with especially old boyfriends or just friends for that matter. What’s done is done. And, I don’t want any loser from my past to think that him or his shitty sex is worth me talking about and reliving over and over again. However, if its a topic that’s blog worthy, we will write about it; no questions asked. But, we do not bring that into our personal life once we sign off of L.S. work. We are too busy making love, getting sexier (if that’s even possible), and having the time of our lives.
I’ve learned that people that I don’t get along with and can’t see in my life, should be given their walking papers quickly. No need to drag it out or try to work on a friendship/relationship that doesn’t exist. There is no reason for me to settle the score, keep up with them, or wish harm to them. Because that means I care and that’s definitely not the case. “Cut them off sharply and never look back” like Janet always says. “Just goodbye and good writtens!”
Great sex needs all my attention. I’d rather have my mouth full of one of my new cuties than talk about some dude I wouldn’t fuck again with someone else’s pussy. And, I’m telling the honest truth, that I’ve been fucking my brains out from Manhattan to Brooklyn. I know my lovers will laugh when they read this, since this is the only time they get a chance to learn about my past. When we are together, there are more important things for them to focus on; like my clit!
I’m sitting at the bar, trying to avoid green-eyes. I watched my phone spend around vibrating while my guilty conscience got the best of me. I won’t answer because I can’t bring myself to tell him about the photo session I had last night with a well- known Manhattan photographer. I’ve tried to keep my word to my green-eyed lover. I promised him I would give up any other male lovers I had. But, how was I to know this was going to happen?
This certain photographer has offered to shoot me a couple of times in the past. I usually turned him down knowing that he wanted more than a photo session. However, I was in desperate need of new photos for my portfolio. Most models would give their lives for a shoot with him. I thought I could handle his advances. Things started off great. We managed to get some really good shots in his loft. We worked for an hour before deciding to take a wine break. The conversation was friendly, until we drank half of the second bottle of Grigio. With each sip, he became sexier and sexier. He moved in closer and started kissing my neck. He begin to unbutton my pants and I let him. He picked me up and placed me on my knees on the kitchen counter.He moved my panties to the side and put his tongue deep inside me. His tongue moved back and forth on my clit. I have to admit how good it felt. The spontaneity of the moment turned me on. He picked me up again and carried me over to the sofa, where he continued licking my pussy all night until I feel asleep.
I woke up this morning feeling horrible. I don’t know if green eyes will forgive me this time. We are trying to be in a serious commitment. How is he ever going to trust me again? Especially, in an industry like this where everyone tries to sleep with the models. I’ve never felt this remorseful in my life
I walked around the kitchen in nothing but my pink panties with L.S. on the crotch; They are his favorite pair. It was Thursday night, our weekly private night. It’s only been a couple of weeks, but we can’t stay away from the verbal manuscript we recite every time we meet. I open the wine as Cesaria Evora sings Besame Mucho in the background. In the small hot secret uptown apartment with wooden floors, I listen to his theories and ideas regarding sexuality. He takes a hit of the joint he rolled and every concept he expresses touches me deeper and deeper. His sex speech raises the degrees in the tiny space. I’m fully turned on and getting wetter the more he speaks. Finally, I sit down close to him and lay my head on his shoulder.I whisper, “I wouldn’t have imagined a law student that I met downtown in the financial district, would thrill me like you have.” He takes another hit of the joint, lays his head back on the couch and closes his eyes. We sat in silence trying our hardest not to give into the sexual energy that filled the room.
I lose myself in the memory of our first night together. He revealed to me his obsession with erotica. The way opening a woman’s legs and staring at the most vulnerable sacred part of her body was his favorite pastime. That’s all he could imagine in his mind all day long. It was around 2 a.m. when he first invited me to the small loft. In the beginning we talked about life and our mutual love for Manhattan. It wasn’t until I grew tired and he offered to lay down in bed next to me, that we exposed our true selves. His hands moved up and down my thighs, discovering the absence of my panties. “I must be honest with you, I’m an extremely sexual man,” he said ” I love pussy, everything about it. I can’t keep my eyes off of it when it’s in my presence.” I asked him to look at mine. “I’ve wanted to since the day I met you” he responded. “I knew when I watched you pass, that you would have a tasty pussy. Open you legs and let me see.” I watched his eyes, the way my pussy impressed him. “Damn the perfection of woman,” he said. “I can’t enough of those lips. The sweetness all over my tongue and my hands.” He licked his lips causing me to flow stronger. My thighs shaking, I caressed my breast as he continued. “ How can a man turn his back on a woman? Look at your body, how soft your are. It’s like my reason to be on this earth, is to be inside you. Fucking you, making love to you. Taking you to heaven under me. I like to take my time and lay there inside and just meditate on the feeling of a woman tightly around my dick. Have you experienced in orgasm?” “Yes,” I responded. “ How long did it last? Were you gracious enough to let the man know that you appreciated him, by moaning aggressively,”He asked. “I always scream when I have an orgasm,” I answered. “I can’t hold back. He must know how I feel” He then rubbed his hands betweens my thighs” “Damn you’re tight!” he said “How often do you make love?” “Not enough!” I answered. “Keep it that way,” He smiled. “Tight body and a tight pussy, keeps a happy man. You still have a prize to give him. Tell me, when you have a man you’re in love with and you get on your knees for him, do you suck him until you completely drain him? Do you make sure he is satisfied?” “Of course I do. He is my first priority,” I responded. “ I like how open you are. You don’t seemed to be afraid to show yourself to me.” He added “I think all women should be as open sexually as you are.”
………………….to be continued
