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lady_love7: let's say you and Shane broke up and moved to different cities in different states
and all the while you were talking about getting back together
me: uh huh
lady_love7: talking things out
blah blah
me: yeah?
lady_love7: so, he comes to your town the week that you have a business trip, which is over on friday
he's set to leave back to his town on sunday
you've been invited to party that same weekend
me: ....[still waiting for the ?]....
lady_love7: do you go party or do you come back spend the rest of the time with Shane?
me: well if we have been talking about getting back together and we really love each other and us getting back together depends on the time we spend with each other....I WOULD SPEND MY TIME WITH HIM
there are other parties that can be attended. How many times will we be able to be together before we decide if we want to be a couple and whether or not it will be long distance or if we will move to the other's city....
lady_love7: thank you
i had to make a point to someone
anyway
tell me the story
me: why did you ask me that question?
before i tell you the story
lady_love7: i'll explain it later
i don't have much time before i have to leave work
so tell me the story
Sent at 4:55 PM on Thursday
lady_love7: you type... BRB
me: well....yesterday i spent the majority of the day with Shane helping him move stuff and clean up his old apartment to move into the new one. As tired as we were, when we finished we were sitting on the floor of his room stretching when all of a sudden we started to kiss passionately and hungrily. next thing I know....
Sent at 4:57 PM on Thursday
me: I am on my back and he is fucking me in the middle of the barren floor with all the windows open and his roommate a few feet away downstairs...His dick is pounding into me and working my pussy over right. instantly he is hitting the right spot and a few minutes later i am cummin all over the floor [which is very rare because I don't like quickies] I tell him I am cumming and he continues to pound and stroke and pulverize me
Sent at 4:59 PM on Thursday
me: So we think we hear something that turns out to be nothing and he pushes me against the wall and started taking it from behind as I am standing face first against the wall....So we stop because we have to fiinish cleaning and he takes me back to my house so I can shower before we go to our friend's house.
So as he is getting ready to leave he starts kissing me again and walks me backwards into the downstairs bathroom....next thing I know I am leaning again the bathroom sink, with no pants on
lady_love7: ok... that was straight out of a damn Zane book, yo
me: oh but then he turns me around and puts me on top of the sink and I slide down and put my feet on the wall and he starts fucking me and fucking me until I have to beg him to stop...
then he left...[BUT THAT IS NOT THE END OF LAST NIGHT]
lady_love7: OMG
what happened to no sex for a month?!?
me: so then he picks me up after we both take a shower and as we are driving to his friend's house I begin to fondle his balls and massage his dick...
[WE ARE A COUPLE NOW AND WE HAVE OFFICIALLY COMPLETED A MONTH YESTERDAY]
lady_love7: oh ok
continue
it's not official till it's on facebook
FYI
me: I wanted to go down on him but there was a police man driving behind us so I couldn't....
lady_love7: ok... continue... hurry!
me: so then the police turned a corner and I started to give him head right before we turned into our friend's neighborhood...
lady_love7: i gotta get to the store before my date tonight
yall are some freak hoes!
and this is why i love you
me: when we got there I gave him some of the best head of his life and somewhere in there i fucked him in the car in front of his friend's house
and right when he came in my mouth and I swallowed his other friend pulled up behind us
lady_love7: i love your little "and i just tripped and fell on his dick" moments...
me: that still isn't the end but i guess i'll have to tell you the rest later
“Check on the artists. Recheck the routes. Ensure that the itinerary is being followed.” This was the mantra I said to myself all day long. All the hard work, planning, and meeting was all going to come to an end in three days. I was doing a marathon of work on the coordination of this cancer race/ concert. I was the head coordinator in charge of EVERYTHING events for the local American Cancer Foundation. I had to do everything from ensuring things ran smoothly to administering first aid to the runners. Luckily, things weren’t too hectic because I had a wonderful intern to help me along the way.
Rachel was an up and coming college senior, majoring in public relations with an emphasis on event planning. I met her during a round of interviews after placing a request with the local college. When I first met her, I knew she would be the perfect assistant because we talked like we were old friends. It is funny how you meet people and swear you might have known them in a past life. We really clicked well, especially since we weren’t that far apart in age. Not only was she a great intern, carrying out the daily tasks and going above and beyond herself but she was also a great friend and confidant.
She was very intelligent and quirky. The most interesting thing about her is how she would know what you are going through before you even see her and she would somehow make a bad day great and a bright day brighter.
“This day is almost over. This day is almost over,” my mantra for day three. I enjoyed all the people I met and worked with on the journey this event created, but I was even more glad for the race to be finished. Finally the last day was over and I got the chance to rest my aching feet and have some time to myself as the crews were cleaning up. I was sitting in the executive tent, tending to my blistered feet when she came up behind me with a handful of supplies. “It sure was a crazy event!” She said as she put the materials into a plastic bin.
“Yes it was, but nothing that I’ve never been through before. One thing I’ll never get used to is how bad my feet hurt afterwards.” We laughed at my complaint.
“Are you sure you want to go into this for a living? It’s not too late to reconsider?” I warned her.
“No, even with the ups and downs, the most joyful part of event planning is watching your work being put into action.”
“You’re right. Will I be driving you back to the hotel today?” I asked her.
“Of course you are! How else would I get back?” She chided. “But I think we should wait till the clean-up crews are done and take a celebratory nap.”
It was after 1:30 in the morning. The event ended at 8pm today, but it took us that long to clean up the park and ensure that nothing was left behind. I was so ready to head to my car, go back to the hotel, take a nice hot bubble bath, and curl up under soft covers. I called Rachel on my cell phone to see where she was because I was ready to go. After hanging up with her, she was at my truck in five minutes. She helped me put the huge tote bins into the back of my truck. We took one last look at the space we occupied for the last three days and drove away.
We finally got back to the hotel around 2:45 am. We were staying in a double occupancy room with a little kitchenette and a wonderful whirlpool tub. I pulled out my access key and slid it through the electronic sensor and waited for the green light to come on. We were greeted by a refreshing breeze from the air conditioning, which I forgot to turn off before we left.
“I’m about to take a shower and then hit the hay.” I told her. She said okay as I closed the door to the bathroom. As much as I wanted that bubble bath, it was too late to do all the extra work. A hot shower would take care of the job just fine.
I looked in the mirror at my tired reflection as I was undressing. I looked like a total mess. My face was greasy, my hair was frazzled, and my posture showed that my back was hurting. I slowly took my clothes off and stared at the naked reflection in the mirror. I examined my breasts, something I forced myself to do after my mother found out she had breast cancer, before I got into the shower. Although I was supposed to be performing a medical exam on myself, I couldn’t help but get aroused from the erotic pressure I was performing on myself. My hands wandered to my sweet center and it was almost hard to break away from the electricity that was coursing through my body. I turned the knob on the shower faucet until it was the perfect temperature between scalding and serene and stepped in.
I stepped into the shower and felt exhilarated. The water was the perfect temperature to soothe my aching muscles. The biggest plus was the detachable shower hose. I was losing myself in the hot haven of the shower when my thoughts were interrupted by a hand rubbing up and down my back. When I turned around it was Rachel standing naked behind me.
Rachel was a gorgeous girl. I have never been into women before, but looking at her right now, I was craving her. She stood at 5’3, slightly shorter than my 5’5 frame. Her short cropped pixie hair cut looked perfect against her pale petite face. She had a body to die for. She was a petite thing but was graced with curves every man wanted to hold and every woman wanted for herself. She definitely had some black in her somewhere.
I was mesmerized by her perky nipples as the water cascaded down her chest. She continued to rub my back and gave me a questioning look in her large brown eyes. I answered her by giving her my shower cloth covered with Dove body wash. She began by swirling luxurious circles on my back. She massaged and cleansed my neck and reached forward to caress my large breasts with the cloth in her hand. The warmth in the bathroom and hiss of the shower head had my mind in a whirl. I knew that I was not a lesbian, but like 75% of the heterosexual women in the United States I had always wanted to be a part a lesbian experience.
I turned to face her allowing the water to splash against my back and drip down between my legs. I wasn’t sure what to do and it showed. Rachel raised her hand to my face and leaned in to give me the most sensual kiss I had ever received. Our nipples and breasts pressed against each other. I explored her naked body by brushing my fingers lightly against her skin. Rachel explored my body with her tongue and mouth by sucking the water out of the space between my collar bone and suckling on my neck. She trailed her tongue down and ever so gently surrounded her hands around my caramel mounds. She used the tip of her tongue to outline my areolas and then flicked her tongue across my nipples. My body was on fire and I needed her to put me out.
She asked me, “What do you want me to do to you?” I was scared to answer already knowing exactly what I wanted her to do to me, how I wanted her to make me feel, and how I wanted to make her feel.
“What do you want me to do to you?” She demanded and she continued to suckle on my now engorged tits. “Tell me now!”
“I want you to…” I started breathlessly. “I want you to…to eat my pussy.” I told her.
“Your wish is my command.” She said with a wide grin.
Rachel got down on her knees in the slippery bathtub. She used both hands to open my pussy lips wide before she plunged her face into my drenched cunt. She tickled my clit with the tip of her tongue as she simultaneously surrounded her lips around the inside of my outer lips. When her mouth was in the perfect position to make me melt in her mouth she grabbed my ass and squeezed it before she began to toy with my “taint.” My knees were getting weak from the pleasure she was bringing to me. It had been a long time since I had my pussy ate right and Rachel was doing wonders in that bathtub. With her other hand she inserted a finger, but when she realized how soaking wet I was she plunged three slender fingers into my twitching pussy.
The water started to get cold, but it only added to the heat we were bringing in the bathroom. She stirred me up with her fingers, as she drank of my nectar, and teased my backdoor. I bucked wildly against her soft cheeks.
That was it! I…was…about…to….!
My juices exploded and squirted all over Rachel’s face, but she continued her skillful work until my knees buckled and I damn near fell out of the shower.
We laughed at my long moment of weakness and got out of the shower. I picked up two towels and began to dry her off as she began to do the same to me. When we were dry and standing there in white Terry cloth towels, I gave her a questioning look with my eyes. She answered by running to the hotel room where she laid on the bed, spread eagle, gesturing for me to join her.
No need for any quirky adjectives in my title. I am just the embodiment of everything that is beautiful in a woman who enjoys sex and enjoys helping others embrace their sexy. I am the sensitive, sophisticated, charming, charismatic side of Her. I am the one who makes her relationship thrive and grow. I am the one that knocks her off her pedestal and brings her back to her “human-self.” I am the one that takes everything that Tempest craves and She-Devil controls and turn it into useful advice and creative sexual ideas.
I am Amaliya
And this is my personal diary…
Dear Diary,
It had been months since we broke up. Three years of being together and it all ends because neither of us were willing to compromise in making the relationship work. I get through this time mostly by burying myself in work by day and crying myself to sleep at night. I couldn’t stop thinking of him but what made it worse was listening to the radio or watching TV or reading a book. After 6 months I was ready to reevaluate our relationship and compromise for the better. I wasn’t sure how it was going to happen, but I was determined to find a way.
I heard through some of our mutual friends that he was “not” thinking about me just like I was “not” thinking about him. I decided that honesty was the best initial policy and decided to write him a letter about how I felt and where I wanted us to go from there.
Dear James,
I know that we were wrong for how we handled things and on my behalf I know that I was wrong to end things the way I did. After being apart for so many months, I realize now that you are too great of a man to lose. I want to apologize for putting you through anything and I hope that we can talk about this face to face.
Love always,
Amaliya
I attached this letter to the windshield of his car. I felt like such a stalker hiding out in the bushes in the middle of the night to let the man I loved know how I was feeling. Hopefully, everything will be worth it in the end. He must’ve been thinking the same thing because a few days later I found a note attached to my windshield that read:
Dearest Amaliya,
You don’t know what it has been like living these past months without being able to communicate to you. I have found myself looking at your facebook profile picture asking myself if breaking up, without really considering thing,s was for the best. I would like for us to talk face to face. I’ll let you lead the way just let me know.
Love you,
James
I was elated to know that the rumors were true and James was considering getting back together with me, now for the inevitable heart to heart.
It was Sunday, late afternoon. I sent James a message telling him to meet me at Chastain, our favorite park, so we could talk and go for a walk like we used to do. I parked my car by the tennis courts and waited for him to arrive. I was anxious to see him after months of being a part. I sat in my car listening to the end of the 7:00 jam. My nerves were frazzled because every time a car passed my heart skipped a beat. Finally, after waiting for about ten minutes, his black Nissan Altima pulled up and parallel parked two cars down from mine. He looked so good in his basketball shorts and red t-shirt. I could tell his curly black hair had recently been cut low and his butterscotch colored face was clean shaven. Absence absolutely makes the heart group fonder, because I started to miss him even more than I already had.
We smiled as we slowly started to walk towards one another. Even though we could instantly feel the sexual tension between us, we didn’t know what to do. Were we supposed to hug passionately? Should we slap each other five? I mean this situation was so awkward!We finally settled on a friendly embrace and started our 4 mile walk around the park.
It was quiet between us for a moment. I enjoyed James’ company as we walked and listened to the sounds of the birds chirping and the crickets humming. We did the normal bout of questions: how is work? How are your mother and family? Etc. etc. etc. The sun was beginning to set. We had already gone half-way around the park before I started to speak my feelings for James.
“James….I really don’t know what to say. It’s like I got a million thoughts in my head, but none of them will come out right. All I can really say is I’m sorry.” I said to him.
“I’m not sure what to say either. All I can say is I’m sorry too for not understanding what you were going through at the time and not being more sensitive to your feelings and not being there like I needed to be.” He said and like that our conversation about the past started.
We had talked for a good hour before another pause was taken between us. I guess it was our moment of reflection and decision about where the future for us was going to go. Should I stay or should I let it be? As I was thinking about our conversation over and over and the actions that led up to this moment, I was caught off guard with a passionate kiss in the middle of the sidewalk next to the golf course. You know how people ruin these moments with talk and stammering and questions? This wasn’t one of those moments. I knew we needed to talk, but I also knew we needed what was to come next. Six months of anger, sadness, tension, and sexual frustration was taken out on this beautiful man’s lips. We were so deep in our kiss that we didn’t even realize that the night security guard had driven past us until he blew his loud siren and flashed the lights. We turned towards him to let him know that we were continuing on our way. The next moment the security guard drove away.
We broke apart from our kiss and continued to walk along the path. James took my hand in his and I almost melted. I enjoyed the electricity that was going between our clasped hands. I didn’t want the moment with James to end. All of a sudden, he led me to a secluded spot on the golf lawn. The moon was hanging beautifully round and bright in the night sky. It was night time now, but the air was warm and brisk. Perfect.
James held my face in his hands and began to slowly and sensually kiss me, closed mouthed at first wanting to get acquainted with the lips he had missed so much. I kissed him with equal passion, not wanting the moment to end. As he explored my mouth with his thick tongue, he ran his fingers through my long dark brown hair. His hands slowly and gently began to caress my back and arms. Simultaneously, we fell to our knees on the soft, cool tailored grass.
His moan was almost inaudible as I broke apart from our feverish kiss to lick, kiss, and suck on his neck. It has always intrigued me to know that the quickest way to make James putty in my hands was to go for that sweet spot on his neck between his ears and collar bone, right next to his jaw. His moans began to get louder as I worked my tongue in circles on his neck. As I was bringing him closer to bliss with my mouth and tongue, he was doing the same by sucking and blowing into my ear. I couldn’t take it anymore; I had to have this man that I had been wanting for so long.
Our sweet passionate escapade became almost primal and animalistic. Right there in that secluded spot on the golf green, we tore at each other’s clothes until we were bare under God’s night sky and on Atlanta’s Chastain Park.
He slowly trailed kisses to my exposed breasts. The cool breeze had made my nipples erect and the sensations his lips were causing made them ache. He cupped my breasts with his hands and brought my right breast to his mouth as he rubbed his thumb over my left nipple. He took to my breast like a starving child and ravenously licked and sucked it into submission. Not wanting to make the left breast jealous, he hungrily gave the left one the same voracious treatment. My breathing became labored and quick. My pussy pulsated and flowed like a river from the sensations this man was bringing to me. The fear of getting caught doing naughty things in a public area, especially since the security guard was probably driving around continuously, was making me almost delirious with delight.
James massaged and manipulated my breasts with a ferocity that I had not seen from him. He kissed me. Even though he had been kissing me since this escapade began, this kiss was different. It was stronger and emotional. As this kiss continued, his hand slowly moved downward to my throbbing, hot pussy. He knew what he was doing and I didn’t want him to stop. He rubbed my aching clit with his rigid middle finger, circling it clockwise and counterclockwise over and over until I practically begged him not to stop. With a fast pace he massaged the fat outer lips of my pussy. Without notice, I almost came when he plunged his middle and ring finger into my wanting vagina. He worked his fingers like I knew he was going to be working his dick momentarily. With all the sensations swirling around me, my pussy exploded onto his fingers.
He brought his fingers to his lips and licked my juices off of them slowly, seducing me with his eyes as he brought his fingers to my mouth and I licked his fingers clean. “You taste better than I remember.” He said.
Without another thought, I was laying my back against the cool, moist grass. James took my socks and shoes off of my feet. He put my legs in the air and placed my left foot in his mouth. He kissed each toe and licked between each space before he moved on to the next foot and gave it the same treatment. My body was calling for James to plunge his thick 8 inch dick into my wet walls. He answered by spreading my legs wide apart and plunging deep into my moist cavern. I moaned loudly. James was working my pussy into a frenzy and it was driving me wild. He stroked my inner most walls with precision as I rotated my hips under him. My years of bellydancing and durty winding had paid off because James was moaning like crazy. He closed my legs around his dick and placed them over his shoulder and pounded my pussy. I’ve always enjoyed how he jackhammered into me like that. I screamed and moaned and came all over him. I was damn near famished, but I wasn’t going to let up until he reached his climax too.
He turned me on my side and continued to work my body over and over again until he announced that he too was about to come. I told him, “Okay baby, I’m ready for you cuz' I’m cumming too.” And like that, we came simultaneously.
After that night, James and I continued to talk about what direction we wanted our relationship to go. He announced his decision when he surprised me with the proposal of a lifetime that September for my birthday. I must say that when we were apart, we learned the meaning of appreciating true love.
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