Sex deprivation has caused me to have serious flashbacks of last Memorial Day when I met this sexy guy from Louisiana. I was out and about in Miami standing in line at one of my favorite hot spots, when Mr. New Orleans approached me. We talked for a couple of minutes before he asked me to accompany him for the evening. Why not? I was bored and he was friendly. We clubbed hopped for the remainder of the night and ended up at a crowed strip club. He really knew how to show a girl a good time. He bought me a couple of lap dances from a hot stripper named Coco. I consider myself extremely open minded and I can hang in almost any atmosphere. Strip clubs are just another source of entertainment to me. No I don’t go a lot, but every now and then it can be a fun. I’m no stick up my ass conservative woman. I can hang with the fellas and enjoy myself.
Anywhoo, He was a barrel of laughs and he had the most sensual touch. He was a well-established man;nice looking, smart, with a great career. I enjoyed his company and he was an amazing kisser. I could feel myself getting wet the first time we embraced. After a couple hours and a dozen V.I.P. lap dances, we left the strip club. I was drunk and far from home, so he offered me to stay the night with him in his hotel room. Huh I don’t know about that I told him. But after that amazing kiss he laid on me in V.I.P, my coochie wanted to. He was a southern gentleman; very sweet and charming. But I decided to swerve my way home for the night.
We met up 3 days later for another crazy wild night out. After getting me drunk as hell, we went back to my place. He started in on me and I couldn’t resist. Finally naked and horny, I was ready but not knowing what to expect. As soon as I felt his tongue between my legs I remembered why I missed the country. Damn I couldn’t control my body, I was having a major seizure. Shit! I had tears coming out of my eyes. It was like that scene from the exorcist when the girls tongue was sticking out and her head twisted backwards. he wouldn’t stop until I passed out. And hell, I did black out! But that 13 inches of dick soon revived me. Yes girls, 13 inches at least and as wide as my arm. Hell I think they heard me screaming in Alabama. The orgasm was so insane that I was definitely walking the line between life and death! That’s a lot of man to take but I bit my lip a tried my hardest to handle it like a pro. Hell I’m Emmanuelle you think I’m going to let a dick out fuck me! NEVER! I came to the conclusion that night, that I like huge dicks. Now, the thought came in to my mind previously when I made love to this sexy guy up in Boca a few months earlier; but that night with Mr. Louisiana it was definite!
We continued for hours. This man stays soft for about a minute or two. As soon as I rolled over and he got another glimpse of my ass, he was ready to go again. I swore I was dreaming. This was too good to be true. We made love in the shower. He picked my thick ass up, wrapped my legs around his waist, and entered me. Then late a night while I was sleeping, he would open my legs and take the pussy. The thing about country men is they don’t need much to get turned on but a soft sexy body of a sweet woman. Yeah all a girl has to do in the south is smile a lot and be sweet; it’s like a bee to honey. And all a country boy needs to fuck all night is maybe a mattress and a pitcher of ice water. Hell they don’t even need A.C.; open the window and a cool summer breeze will be fine!
He was a keeper! Well at least for a week or two. He didn’t live in Florida, he was visiting for the holiday. So my coochie invited him to stay with us for the remainder of his time here. Hell I stayed home for the rest of the week to keep him company. I’ve never fucked so much in my entire life, not even in marriage! He was breaking all my sex rules. We made love at least 4 times in the day and 4 times at night. I swear the head board of my bed cracked the wall. We had dinner every night at the best south beach restaurants. We hung out on the beach during the day between sex sessions and hit the hot clubs at night. He was a good time. Soon we said goodbye, his vacation was over. He considered moving to Fla and I even considered letting him live with me. But, I was trying to change my pattern of jumping into relationships fast. Once he left, we lost contact for a while. Right now more than ever, I miss and need him. I moved and changed cell phones so I lost his number and he doesn’t have my new one. Damn I have to find him! I’m feenin for that amazing sex!
Satistified
He is like suga and I have a deprived sweet tooth.
Like honey molasses layin smoothly upon my tongue.
Sticky to my lips as I savor every drop of nectar.
I become beautifully obsessed with the taste. And for a moment I feel the bliss.
I realize that I’m happy and exhale!
I’ve always adored you
It’s been a long time since I was a virgin. But I’m having fantasies of experiencing virginity all over again. I want it to be the way it should’ve been the first time. Since I’ve reached superior orgasms and understand the method of love making, I thought it would be interesting to act out the first time. I haven’t really had sex since my birthday sex adventure. I’m very serious about living this fantasy. I want to harvest all of my sexually energy and continue to exercise my kegal muscles; so they can be as tight as possible. I don’t use Jack or touch myself like usual. I want the next man that I’m with to make me continuously have multiple orgasms like I never had them before. Remember the first time someone performed oral sex on you? Remember how good it felt? The first time I had my pussy licked it felt like I sat on a rocket and blasted off into outer space. Yeah I want to cry and scream like that night after dance team practice in the stairwell of my high school. As soon as he enters me I want my pussy to pull and suck him. I want him to feel every curve of my walls. And every inch of his stroke will make me shiver and shake all over. Every time he pushes in I want to squeeze the back of his arms and cry for mercy…..hmm yeah. I think this is my favorite on my bucket list!
It was a beautiful day for me. My favorite gray sky and dark clouds on Miami Beach; Cumulonimbus days make me lustful. Signs of rain influence thoughts of love making. Like me in my Jersey and panties waiting for that certain friend to keep me company during the storm. Session after session of heat and moisture as it pours down outside; sentimental mood by John Coltrane playing as he sits on the couch; I stand in front of him and candles burn all around during halftime. I like to undress slowly in the light; I want him to see all of me. I have no shame of my beautiful body. Riesling tastes better sliding down between my breast. Then, I remove his clothes and he is hard as a rock; I’m wet from the strip show. I turn around and sit on him; making sure to take every inch of that hard beautiful dick as he watches the game. Legs wide open as I ride; his beloved team execute plays moving closer and closer until 1st down. I’m his favorite player. A girl with a tight end who can take a hard tackle and make amazing chicken wings
Wednesday night is ladies night part 1. I went to my favorite spot in Miami to have a drink and flirt international style. I happen to sit next to a group of women discussing their men problems. After two shots of Patron, I had to interrupt the conversation. Poor ladies, they’ve been searching for the perfect loves in this wild city. Me being me, I had to ask them about their sex lives. I can’t believe in this sexually driven city women are having my same issues. They can’t find a man to satisfy their sex hunger without bullshit! Damn I underestimated the mental depth of Miami’s women. If only we could find men who could lay the pipe right and have a “decent career!” Sounds simple but honey it’s more complicated than most would think.