I find
myself taking a trip down memory lane…. Back to an exciting time in life. Years
ago when pleasure was at an all-time high…
We arrive at
the cafe which is tucked away near Michigan Ave. I get out of the car and
immediately regret my wardrobe choice of the evening, the Chicago wind is
unrelenting. I’m wearing a long-sleeved teal body-con dress and knee-high
butterscotch colored boots with gold accents. I can smell the Chanel No.5 radiating
off my body. I know I’m looking like 2 yesses and a few absolutes. All I can
hear in my head however, is my mama saying “Out there trying to be cute, you
gonna catch a cold in your coochie.” We walk into the café and it seems as
though all of Chicago has had the same idea as me. The place is packed,
standing room only. There were a few tables unoccupied but they were being
reserved for the people smart enough to call ahead and reserve seating. We make
our way to the back of the building and find one empty armchair. I sit down and
Xavier takes the arm of the chair. We talked for what seemed like hours. About
his career and my career. Stopping only when an artist voice silence us both.
There was a British woman with the most soulful sound I’d heard in years, she
caused me to stop talking mid-sentence. The ambiance was so warming and
peaceful, with its low-lighting and intimate spacing. I watched Xavier
passionately tell me about his goals and ambitions, licking his lips what
seemed like every other word. He put his hand on the small of my back and I
felt my Yoni contract. Something about his touch made my entire body shiver in
delight. I don’t know if it was him or the sickening fact that a man hadn’t
touched me intimately in what felt like a lifetime. It was getting close to
midnight and it was time to go. On the ride home he placed his hand on my thigh
and I nearly climaxed right there in his passenger seat. We pull up alongside
my hotel and he parks the car. He slowly eases his hand up my dress until he finds
the warmest place on Earth. He slides one finger gently inside of my Yoni,
moving it in and out with deliberate skill. I can feel his eyes staring at me
so I turn to face him. His eyes were dark and filled to the brim with passion.
He removed his finger slowly in an effort to show me how much moisture I’d
created in such a short time. He brought his finger filled with my love juices
to his mouth and licked them off. His freakiness turned me on. Before I knew
it, his head was between my legs. He pulled my panties to the side and gave me
his tongue. He kissed my second set of lips as though they belonged on the face
of his future bride with such passion and precision. His tongue plunged inside
of me causing me to clench my legs so tightly I’m sure I nearly cut off his air
supply. “Let me come upstairs and eat you out, then I’ll go home” I wanted to
want to tell him no. But I just couldn’t. My entire body conspired against my
mind and before I knew what was happening we were on the elevator. As soon as
we walked into my hotel room he took off his coat threw me on the bed and
buried his face between my legs. His beard tickled my sensitivity and drove me
mad with pleasure. My body surrendered to him and I died 1000 little deaths. He
emerged with my cream conditioning all the hairs on his face. He felt an ego
boost giving me that orgasm, it was written all over his face. Just when I
thought it was over he sat down on the floor, leaning against the bed and
instructed me to mount his face. I eagerly obliged. Around an hour later he
couldn’t take any more. “You got any condoms?” I chuckled, “No sir, and now its
time for you to go home.” His immediate response was “You know you want this
dick.”
With a sly
grin I replied, “I’ll never tell, goodnight.” I walked him out returned to my
hotel room and took off the remainder of my clothing. I blessed myself with a
steaming shower got back into my moist bed and had the best sleep I’d had all
year.
