Showing posts with label alcohol. Show all posts
Showing posts with label alcohol. 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, February 8, 2012

Waking at the Westin


*Stretches and yawns* I begin to adjust my eyes to the darkness. The first thing I realize… I have clearly drunk a lot the previous night. Wait is it morning? My vision begins to clear. By the looks of this room… I am definitely at the Westin. I’d recognize this room décor in the dark. Well this is either a good sign or a really bad sign. Waking up in a strange hotel? But hey…. At least it’s the Westin right? Am I alone? A voice from behind me whispers “Are you awake Baby?” Nope, clearly not alone.  I take a deep breath and roll over. Do my eyes deceive me? Am I lying next to the MAN himself? Visions of the previous night begin to hit me like a raging flood.

            A simple business conversation turns into “let’s go to happy hour”. That Happy Hour turns into “Go Home and get dressed, I’ll have my driver wait for you and bring you to the club” A few drinks in the club, relaxing in VIP. He’s no major clubber; he’d rather drink and watch everyone else act a fool. I’m with that plan. We attempt small talk over loud obnoxious music. This is no upscale lounge, we are in Hood City. Nevertheless we are determined to enjoy ourselves. And like a flash of lightning I see a shiny stripper pole beckoning my attention from my right peripheral. The desperate and disillusioned women in this club begin to shake and gyrate in hopes of getting… phone bill money… I suppose. Before I know it, I’m given a $100 bill and instructed to turn it into 100 singles. I am much obliged. I myself am quite a big fan of Women taking off their clothes for money and I have no problem helping “Chocolate Thunder” pay her metro bill. After visiting 4 different Bar Tenders I finally have made this 1 bill into 100 bills. I stuff the money into my bosom as make my way through the thickness of the crowd back to the safety of VIP.  After consuming one more drink he grabs my hand, leads me through what feels like hell for broke people and up to the stage where the stripper pole awaits our 1’s. One hand on my waist… the other continuing to hand me one dollar bills to rub up and down “Chocolate Thunder’s” ass. Keep in mind this is NOT A STRIP CLUB. But hey what do you expect when you have a stripper pole, Hennessy, Waka Flaka Music and a bunch of Horny men drunk and willing to spend all the little money they worked so hard for 2 weeks to get? The crowd is in an uproar. They are elated to see this little Woman (me) making it rain on the biggest ass any of them have probably ever seen in real life. A few of them get out of control and begin to grope MY ass…. Now it’s time TO GO!

We spend some time cuddled in a corner and finally decide leave. He beckons the driver and informs him it’s time to go. I’m instructed to find a hotel. *Siri, find the nearest Westin* 

                           ************ INSERT MEMORY LOSS*************
Yes! It is the MAN that I have awakened to. I peek under the covers. Not naked…. But definitely NOT full dressed. He wraps his arms around me and as I look down I spy a sparkle . I'm reminded of what I already surmised in the back of my mind. We talk about business for a while then its gets personal. Something is genuine in his admissions of his inability to resist me .  After further conversation it is made clear that we did NOT enter into horizontal polka during the night. The relief I felt is indescribable. 

Monday, September 12, 2011

Confessions: Part 1

I feel like I’m searching for Love… but all I find is Lust.
That’s my fault though. I got some issues with trust.
It’s not that I don’t trust them… I really just don’t trust myself
Seems like every time I get close I just sabotage myself
Like the Good Dude I met from the Bay
He really tried to save me but I just kept getting in the way
He gave this Woman almost everything she could ask for
Respect, Trust, Security and so much more
A couple superficial things kept clouding my view
I just want you to know that when I’m all alone I still think of you
So I closed off my heart and Blocked out my mind
Decided to find someone to occupy my time
But when I met him, I was convinced we were meant to be
Turns out all he wanted was my body, but that was cool with me
I didn’t have the energy to give him my mind
So instead I gave him the pleasure of my slow grind
Fucking the shit outta some other Woman’s Man
But wait.. Yo they were separated Ya’ll understand
And once I really Fucked up and had too much to drink
Made a dumb ass decision, didn’t bother to think
Longing so bad for a little intimacy
My fault Houston the fault is on me
Too many nights filled with shot after shot
I kept telling myself to slow down.. But damn I forgot
And it’s not like the liquor erases my memory
It helps make my issues even more clear to me
The pain… I know that’s something real
Don’t have to second guess like this other shit I feel
“I don’t need love just take me shopping”
“Pay a few bills and we can get it popping’
And what’s funny is I don’t even need their money
But I wanna take from them like they be taking from me
But I’m smart enough not to confuse love with lust
I know I’m just new pussy and he just wanna bust
Ol dude flew my across the country just to taste my shit
He keep selling pipe dreams… but I know he aint shit
At the end of the day, it’s still all my fault
This is my virtue and I need to protect my vault
But I’m feeling like my conscious is fucking with me
One day its strict the next it runs free
As I pour out my soul and confess my sins
I’m still not rid of the deception within
I’m as we speak planning one trip more
To escape reality with a Man that’s spoken for…