Showing posts with label oral sex. Show all posts
Showing posts with label oral sex. Show all posts

Thursday, August 16, 2012

The Live Show


…… The lights are still on. I pass the exotic cigar to my left. She nervously accepts. As she inhales I can see her asking herself silently “what did I just get myself into?” She holds her breath almost as an attempt to stop time itself… maybe to build up her confidence. She then invites him into our session and he inhales with all of his might… in his eyes there is more. He looks nervous but the excitement shines through. His eyes tell all the erotic thoughts running through his mind…

There they sit on my bed … me in a chair less than 2 feet away. I have butterflies in my stomach; my palms are a bit sweaty. I’m slightly nervous… but not for the same reasons as them. I can’t help but smile as I think to myself “You really pulled it off!” I whisper to myself “I’m a Boss”. See these two have agreed to allow me to watch them engage in the carnal ravaging of each other. Yes, I am going to sit here in my chair and watch them have sex. (ooooooooooooh I’m a Freak…. Welp it is what it is) I figure porn is great right? So LIVE Porn as got to be better.

I step out for a moment; Allowing them some time to get comfortable. And I head to the kitchen to pour up some liquid courage for us all. When I return their body language lets me know that they have come to peace with the decision they’ve made.  I turn off the lights, sit down, take a sip of my drink and inhale my Herbal Tonic as I prepare for the show of a lifetime.

He lays her down and begins kissing down her body until he reaches her sweet spot. There he sets up camp. Ravaging her like a starving child. At first I can tell she’s afraid to moan or make any noise for that matter…. That soon changes. The subtle moans begin to escape her lips without her permission. Her body refuses to deny that it is in extreme pleasure. He almost spends so much time down there that I lose interest. Just before my attention span collapses he wraps up and plunges his manhood into her cavern. She yelps like a wounded animal. He begins giving her every inch of him all while staring at me. The sight of him emulating on her body what he wishes he could be doing to me nearly causes me to orgasm without a touch. I chuckle to myself. He’s been trying nearly a year to lay his pipe in my factory… but I have zero interest. He KNOWS this is the closest he will get … and he accepts this. He flips her over without warning and enters her from behind. I can hear his body slapping violently into hers. Her small frame is strained by the massiveness of him. He rides her from behind until he collapses in defeat… he is tired yet he does not climax. He asks for a drink and I oblige. The closer I get to the bed I can begin to smell the sex circling around them. She’s sprawled out panting as if she thinks each breath will be her last. He passes her the courage and as she catches her breath… I declare…. I think you should eat me out….


“Who” they ask in Unison? My reply is simple “You can take turns.”  He wants to be first. He lays down on the bed and motions me to mount his face. I do as instructed. I begin slowly riding his face like a calm wave. She arrives behind me and takes his manhood into her mouth, determined not to be left out.  His body spasms from the pleasure and his tongue goes into overdrive. Now I’m bucking as if riding a wild bull. I can hear his moans muffled between my legs. I realize he may be suffocating so I digress.  He rolls me over, gets up and enters her from behind… “Your turn” he commands. He stands by the bed, her on her knees on the bed… face in my sweet spot. He licks his lips as he watches her indulge in my candy. Connecting with her yet never taking his eyes off of me. I can tell she’s done this before, her technique impeccable. It is not long before a small orgasm erupts from my loins. That is enough for me. I politely get up and return to my chair… “Ya’ll can finish”

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Day Dreaming....

I keep having these wet Daydreams. 
No matter where I am.
They just creep into my mind at the most random times.
The triggers vary... smells, taste, music and of course sight.
I literally catch myself squirming in my seat.
My legs crossed, clenched tight and holding on for dear life. 
It feels like I'm holding an orgasm prisoner and its trying to break out.
Sometimes I ride this impending orgasm like the waves of the Ocean.
I fantasize about mind blowing sex in public places.
Backseat of the car in the parking lot of a busy Night Club.
Giving head on the highway.
Getting fingered at the table of my favorite restaurant.
In an office at my job
I release my mind
Envision riding some Chocolate Stallion in a Jacuzzi tub
In my mind I come over and over again 
I am breathless
In reality I sit with a sneaky grin on my face
These thoughts are my dirty little secret
And no one as any idea...

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

"Thank You for holding, how may I help you?"


Everyday I see Him standing there
With his Chocolate self
I imagine he smells like Cocoa Butter and Ganja
He looks like his skin has been kissed by the sun
His smile brightens my eyes
Makes me moist Between my thighs
I fall into a daydream....
In this daydream we fuck until day becomes night

I find my climax upon his peak
Later I will brag to my friends that I set out to conquer Mt. Rushmore but instead it conquered me 
I fantasize about licking him from his lips to his tip
I feel him swell in excitement
He is made comfortable in the warmth between my lips 
Time has no authority in this prison of lust I have created in my mind
My creativity the warden every prisoner bending to my command
My prison has no bars and within its confines we are ironically free
I can will myself to do things I only secretly dream 
I order him to his knees and mount his face
I'm riding his tongue and I grab his dreads hoping they guide me through this race
I can feel myself climbing ... Brimming to the surface with pleasure
Rhythm is found and Beat is on it's way
It's almost time for my solo
I dig inside for all I've been holding back
I part my lips to release.... 
Let out my notes of sweet surrender.....
And.... The damn phone rings.
I open my eyes... 
I'm at my desk... 
Awoken from daydream turned wet dream...

 "Thank You for holding...             How may I help you?"

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

What the Hell Happened to the Romance? Distress Call from Girl 8 (1/26/11)

"I wanna Fuck the shit out of you", "I'm gon beat it up", "I'll tare that Pussy up"! I'm sorry but when did these become the universal statements for Good Sex? No part of that even sounds attractive... it sounds painful! Isn't sex supposed to be mutually gratifying? Why the hell would I want you to beat , tare, or fuck the shit out of me? Has four play completely fallen off the radar? And don't give me that "oral sex" bullshit! Men have FOREVER perverted oral sex. Some how society has made it so a Woman who performs fellatio on a Man is degrading herself; and a Man who performs Cunningulus on a Woman ... isnt really a Man at all! Something that was intended to be sensual intimate pleasurable experience between two people, has turned into a game of numbers for immature boys and wishful thinking for some Women. We live in the era of RIGHT NOW!  Our need to have everything move so fast has transcended into the bedroom. Seems like its all about the act itself... wham bam thank you ma'am!
Good Sex is like a good 5 Course Meal. There are layers and stages. Its like we've decided we "don't have time" for the whole meal... just give us the EntrĂ©e. What happened to Flirting? Good ol' fashioned... I think you're cute smiling, teasing, flirting? These days if you show interest in someone you're labeled "thirsty". Do people still even make "Slow Jams" playlist? Ladies do you remember when you knew your Man was coming over... making that "love making" playlist. Choosing all the songs to set the mood? Remember when Real Men made them too? When's the last time you even heard somebody use the term "make love" or "love making"? Remember Anticipation? You know that time between the time you meet someone.... decide that you like them... DATE them... and eventually become intimate. The time you spend imagining them in their most open state. Appreciating and standing in awe and splendor! Its like we are in such a hurry, that we won't even wait for Someone we REALLY like. We won't wait for the person that gives you butterflies when you see them. We settle for pleasant to the eyes and you don't get on my nerves that much!
When's the last time you had someone in your life that you couldn't wait to see or hear from? Somebody that makes you smile when you think of them? Somebody that you ENJOY spending time with? Why do we deny ourselves so many simple pleasures in life? Woman was given to Man as his "help mate" NOT Burden! We're supposed to help get eachother through the trials of this life!
We have the ability to provide the HIGHEST pleasure to one another using ONLY ourselves. Lips, Tongue, Finger Tips! Stimulate the body and stimulate the mind. Provide excape from the outside world. Give each other what we all need ... RELEASE!
I for one... believe that Sex should be an event... not just an act. Let's swing an episode... have a session. Its a shame when a Blunt lasts longer than Sex!
Lets take a Hot bath together. Bathe eachother by candlelight. I want a man who wants to lick Chocolate Syrup off my body. I'll massage you from head to toe. Trace eachothers bodies with our finger tips. Find our erogonous zones. Make love to the Rythm of an old Jodeci track. What happened to words like... slow, passionately, long, deep? Let's see if we really can make love all night! I see that I'm turning you on... and it turns me on... that I turn you on. I want THAT life. ENJOY me, lose yourself in me for a while.  The ultimate lover is the one who gets their high from seeing their partner pleasured!
Lets take a few hours to make the rest of both our weeks THAT much better. Ladies and Gentlemen... we need to come together (literally) :) to bring the Passion back to our bedrooms ... and our lives.

Selfish Desires of Girl 8 (12/19/2010)

So my sister has this friend who has had his lustful little eyes on me since the day we met. He never speaks … but I can feel him undressing with his eyes. I feel his stare heating up my backside, as he travels from the nape of my neck to the small of my back. I feel my body break into icy cold goose bumps, when I know he’s licking his lips thinking of all the places he’d place his them if I would just give him the chance. Our words remain on strike but the tension is there… we can both feel it. And now I’m curious. I wonder what actions lay behind that desire I can see in his eyes. What would it be like to let go, give him control over my body? How many levels of pleasure could he introduce my body to? How selfish of me, not interested in giving anything in return. It’s my turn to take.
Then one day the unthinkable happens. He breaks his vow of silence. He utters the words that will change the course of life… “I want to Fuck *******!” That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. The final crack in the dam before the water broke.  Not only does he voice his sinful desires but he voices them IN FRONT of my sister. She, the invisible deadly border like the land between Mexico and the U.S. : is what stands between what he believes to be HIS dream and his current reality. Silence falls over the room. We are all waiting for her to react. Seconds seem like Hours. And finally she speaks! “That’s up to her.” She says with a devious grin. “Lies Lies Lies” that’s what I want to scream, but I don’t. I take a deep breath and laugh it off; Quickly changing the subject. She says she’s okay with it, but I know she means different. Too late, words can never be unspoken. So now I guess he figures the damage is done, so he might as well see where this thing leads. That’s when the messages begin. Verbal porn that illustrates his true desires. Talk of me riding his face until my juices drip down his chin. Nights filled with long slow fucking and adventurous exhibitions to come.  We play with the idea for Months without any action on either of our parts. As with all fires, the flame between us eventually dies down. Months later he’s over to the house visiting my sister. We all hang out for awhile and everyone behaves themselves. My sister leaves the room and before she can shut the door behind her he explodes with “Oh my God, I wanna do so many nasty things to you!” I’m caught off guard so I just laugh it off. I excuse myself to my own bedroom in an effort to prevent any further trouble. Then the messages come. He wants me to run off with him in the middle of the night for some hot steamy horizontal polka. However, I have other plans. I march directly into my sisters room (she’s now returned) and announce “ I think you should eat me out.” After a few minutes of convincing him that he was in fact NOT BEING PUNKED and my offer was legitimate, I gave him the guidelines. First, we are NOT having sex… he agrees with no problem. Second, I am NOT sucking your dick… he falls to the floor like someone had just stolen his dreams. I tell him I know how selfish this is of me and I will completely understand if he declines. I say, “I will give you 15 min to think about it and I will be back.” 5 Minutes later… I get a message that lets me know his mind his made up. Needless to say… I proceed to the showerJ He knocks on my door and it’s on! I ask if he would like to turn off the lights and his response “Nope, I like to see my food” 

You MUST Partake of the Cream Pie (8/13/2010)

I've come a LONG way in my journey of sexual exploration. I've grown from a shy, uninformed, young girl... to a Woman who is learning exactly what she likes and what shes wants from a partner. I have come to one PARAMOUNT conclusion, You must partake of the cream-pie:)
People say sex is overrated. Well I think those people just don't know what the hell they are doing! Sex between to mutually respecting individuals can be Earth Moving. To be, NOT only SO COMFORTABLE but SO ATTRACTED to another person that you want to explore their body in ways most people never even imagine possible... all in the name of "Pleasure", that's special. If you think I am over exaggerating... I have a sad revelation for you. You have NOT had good sex yet! Once you experience that level of performance, mediocrity is simply UN-acceptable. Speaking of which. Brings me to the point of our little meeting today! A man who does NOT... I repeat, DOES NOT perform Cunnilingus, visit the candy store, migrate down south... PARTAKE OF THE CREAM-PIE is completely UN-ACCEPTABLE! (And yes I believe a Woman should reciprocate.) 
After experiencing the out-of-body experience often referred to as an Orgasm... from the soft flickering tongue of a Strong Man: I REFUSE to go back! Being kissed from the crown of my head to the souls of my feet... and absolutely EVERYWHERE in between... thats BLISS!!!
I got a quickie for you:
I'm hanging out with a few co-workers and friends. We are having a few drinks. One of these co-workers has had his pretty brown eyes on me for a while but I was other-wise spoken for previously, so I was never able to entertain his advances. But oh sweet freedom I am a single woman free to fuck up as she pleases:) 
I have on my favorite YMI Jean Mini-Skirt (by coincidence of course:) and he has been chasing me around the house all night. Its one of those cool humid nights I've become ALL too familiar with living in the South. I've developed a thin cold sweat all over my skin, partially due to the alcohol I must admit. I have that warm fuzzy feeling you get inside after you've had a few shots and that good buzz is starting to settle in. My hands are sweating, the only sign of my anxiousness. He corners me in the bathroom. My back is against the cold wall and I can feel subtle vibrations from the sound system blasting some nonsense on the other side of the wall. He thrust both my arms above my head in one quick motion with his left hand grabs my chin with his right. He begins sucking and nibbling on my bottom lip. He's showing me what I have to look forward to if he chooses to bless my Southern Valley. Decision made. He drops to his knees and reaches both his Eager hands up to my butt grabbing the sides of my thong and pulling it straight to the ground! "Hold your skirt" he Barks. "Yes Daddy" is what I'm thinking. I obey in silent surrender. He lifts my thighs on-top his shoulders and dives into my particularly moist cavern. Taking his time tasting my lips ensuring not to waist one single drip of my goodness. The pre-game show he gave to the lips on my face... bows in reverence to the MVP award winning performance he's giving now. His tongue pretends to be the big man on campus today, which makes me wonder what kind of exercise one does to build tongue muscles.  
I'm starting to get those small lighting bolts in my stomach and I know its coming. Well actually... I am! It starts slow like ripples in the ocean that grow into thunderous waves. He holds on tight. I ride his face like the act itself is going out of style. My toes begin to curl and my thighs start to clench around his cheeks. I try desprataley to clasp my hands around the back of his head in an un-successful attempt to control this long over due orgasm. The sky is bursting open and the rain is falling with fury. My little eager farmer catches every drop. I ....... am....... Breathless!
And needless to say, after experiences like that... why the hell would I settle for mediocre lover again?