Come to Bed… (NSFW??)

She laid in bed still awake but with her eyes closed. She dreamed of clouds and sailboats– warmer weather & outdoor activities. She’d never done it on a boat before and decided in that moment to put it on her list of things to do with him this summer. She wondered if he was coming to bed anytime soon. She had been waiting for him to join her, with the expectation of cumming before drifting off into a satisfied sleep. She couldn’t hear him on the phone across the room anymore, so he must have gone to another room to avoid disturbing her.

Pulling the covers off of her body she sat up and called out to him. Wearing only a pair of black lace Brazilian cut panties she rose from the warm spot she’d made for herself on the mattress and stood to her feet. “where is he?” she mumbled to herself.

When she entered the dimly lit living room she found him sitting on the couch. In the quiet, she could hear his even, heavy breathing. Standing closer and looking at him, she thought to herself  “mmm he’s sexy even in his sleep”.

She walked over and kneeled in front of him, resting on her shins. Her small frame fit perfectly between his parted knees. She traced her fingers across the span of his chest and down his stomach. Her mind quickly traveled back to the night before, and she felt a pulse where her thighs met.

He didn’t budge.He hadn’t undressed since coming home that evening. He worked hard and she knew he was exhausted from all of the extra hours he’d been putting in. It wasn’t surprising that he’d fallen asleep on the couch where he’d settled, making late  calls to tie up some loose ends.

She began to undress him. Button  by button, she went down the row of his striped blue shirt until it was completely undone. She feathered kisses on the curly hair on his now exposed chest. He shifted slightly as she loosened his belt and unzipped his gray suit pants.

Tugging gently on his slacks, he began to stir. Maybe he wasn’t as fast asleep as she thought. She slipped a finger under the band at the top of his boxers feeling the bare skin of his stomach there. Pushing her hand under the zipper of his  pants, she just wanted to feel it in her hand. Soft, smooth and warm.

 

As she gently toyed with him through his underwear she could feel him responding, growing firm. She recognized the small throbbing between her legs and couldn’t resist freeing that part of him that she loved to play with from the confines of his underwear. At first she just wanted to look at it. He looked so peaceful she felt kind of bad for disturbing his rest.

She held it in her fist and couldn’t stop herself from giving it a kiss. Many times before they’d started heavy sessions of lovemaking from his request of “baby just give it a kiss for me…” She never could resist. Then she traced the head of it with the tip of her tongue. Wetting and kissing it again before taking it completely into her mouth. As she did this she could hear him inhale sharply.

“Sorry to wake you…”

She said this but did not stop. She worked him in her mouth using her hand alternating between his shaft and massaging his balls. Moving her tongue in circular motions as she moved her mouth up and down on him, she slipped her free hand into her panties rubbing her middle finger through the moisture against her clit.

He was wide awake now, running his fist through her hair as she worked them both. “fuck, baby you know how to wake a man up!”

He pushed his pants the rest of the way down his legs and kicked them aside. Still on her knees with his dick in her mouth and right hand on his balls, she cupped her breasts with her free hand. He tried to reach her pussy with his fingers but the position was awkward. He leaned forward grabbed her by her waist making them switch positions.

Now she kneeled on the couch facing the wall and he positioned his face between her legs. A loud moan escaped her lips as she shut her eyes and gave into the sensation of his warm rough tongue lapping at the pink center of her pussy. He knew her body in and out. Knew just what to do to make her purr. He used two fingers to assist his tongue, moving in and out of her as she pressed her cheek against the wall.

“you’re gonna make me come!”

“not yet. I want you to come all over this dick.” Without missing a beat he rose to his feet, and plunged into her, making her arch further over the back of the sofa.

Steady in and out, he leaned into her and used one hand to tease her left nipple, while his right gripped her waist, keeping time.

The room filled with their heavy breathing and moans of pleasure. She reached on hand between her legs to find his balls and give them a gentle squeeze as they slapped against her mound with his down stroke.

“yeah, like that! Don’t stop”

She could feel him getting close to his climax, so she flexed & tightened her walls around him with every other stroke. He liked that about her. She had so much control over her pussy, it got him there every time. Fucking never got old for them. They always found a new way to keep the excitement. Her mind briefly returned to her dream from earlier.

In the past, when asked by men where her “spot” was, she always responded with what she thought was an honest “I don’t have one.” But he never asked her. He’d just explored her body until he discovered place that lead her to paradise. And now she felt his lips on her body, in that spot, tracing light kisses up and along her side. She cried out as he worked her body as only he knew how…

“baby I’m coming… now, ohh”

He moved quicker in and out of her entry as it contracted and became even wetter around him. He wanted to get there with her. Driven by her sounds of ecstasy with one last thrust she felt him expel his release inside of her.

“Honey, now get off of the couch and come to bed”

🙂

Orbit

“I don’t want to be your Moon, I want to be your Sun. Me center, You planet, revolving.”

orbit |ˈôrbit|
noun1
the curved path of a celestial object or spacecraft around a star, planet, or moon, esp. a periodic elliptical revolution.
• one complete circuit around an orbited body.
• the state of being on or moving in such a course : the earth is in orbit around the sun

Moons revolve around planets, planets revolve around the sun. Get it? I have an explanation but I don’t feel like typing it. So… just think about it.

 

 

Oooh, Girl! He’s HOT!

Have you met any good looking guys recently who seem to suffer from “Hot Guy Syndrome”?? You know what I’m referring to. Those good looking guys who know they’re hot and therefore refuse to try. They don’t use their manners, and chivalry which may not have in fact died, is a certified ghost to them. They expect you to prove to them you’re worthy of their attention rather than the other way around. And they can act this way because they look good and surprisingly, this attitude works for them because there are women who will jump through hoops to get closer to them because they’re thinking of what their future children together will look like, and the jealous stares they’ll receive from other women when they’re out in public because the man on their own arm isn’t quite as handsome, or they’re alone.

Anyway, I’m here today to say that I have fallen victim to the Hot Guy once in the past… okay maybe twice. I was just thinking about the stupid, uncharacteristic things I used to do for once dude in particular. He definitely wasn’t worth it. And turns out of course I wasn’t the only one at the time that he had thinking there was a possibility of being with him. And even now after we stopped seeing each other, stopped physically being with each other, yet remained in contact, he tells me things that make me feel kinda sorry for the women who are smitten with him. He acknowledges that he knows he’s a good catch and it’s hard (for Black women in particular) to find a dude with his same qualities (very handsome, black, educated, gainfully employed, home owner, foreign car driving, etc) and he can’t help but take advantage of it. Self-admittedly, knowing at the statistics of single women in his age group looking for a certain demographic of men that he fits into, makes him even less inclined to settle down now, or date monogamously because he has soooo many options!  Sometimes, like now, when I think about it, I don’t know if I can blame him either. Yeah, it’s wrong in my opinion but I see his logic.

So what is a woman to do?? Anyway, I’m not a lion in a circus and I’m not jumping through any burning hoops! I wrote before about my affinity to men with “medium tools” and I’m letting y’all know today that I will also be completely happy with a dude who is “nice-looking”. LoL! Although every now and then when I first meet a man I may be interested in I have those “hmm I wonder what a daughter with him would look like… ” Don’t judge me. 😉

I KNOW I’m Late!

Wait!! Is it too late to say Happy New Year??

Don’t ask where I’ve been. . . but I am back! I think. What’s up y’all??

Like a Knife

Way worse than anything he ever did to me, was when he said to me

“I never loved you…”

Love & Life

. . . are both confusing!

No Words

I used to be convinced that long term relationships were impossible because eventually you would run out of things to say to each other. Guess that’s not true.