Monday, October 31, 2011

Then the beat drops...

Pussy thumping like the hard bass line of a southern rap song as I drove to his house.

Last time we met like this I felt like I couldn’t walk for days. I missed him. Mostly I missed his dick slow stroking my walls stirring up all kinds of sinful and tantalizing emotions within me. He made me cry last time…it was so good I cried tears of joy because I couldn’t believe that dick could be THAT good. Good dick is good dick but dick that makes you cry…something else.

I turned the radio up listening to the quiet melodies of the late night erotic set of DJ Love imagining what type of sexcapades we’d be getting into tonight. Twenty minutes later I was at his house trying to keep my composure and not let my anxiousness take over. He greeted me at the door with a smile, which I returned. I could see in his eyes he had major plans for my pussy and I had plans to let him do whatever he wanted with me. We made our way through his house into his master suite. When I opened the door, I was greeted by aromatherapy candles scattered through-out the bedroom. I was delighted, my mind was already aroused and now he wanted to arouse my senses…the sweet smell of strawberries wafting through the air dancing a slow grind within my nose…

I dropped my purse into his reading chair and began to take off my coat. He came up behind me and grabbed me by the waist, kissing me on my neck. I cooed with the soft touch of his tongue on that sensitive spot behind my ear. He helped me out of my coat and turned me around. I met his gaze…his dark brown eyes filled with passion and intensity.

We kissed. Lips locked. Fire erupting.

He grabbed the bottom of my shirt and slowly pulled it up and over my head…I reciprocated. He leaned in and kissed my neck, groping my collar bone with his warm and moist tongue. I reached down to unbuckle his pants, slipped my hand in his boxers and massaged his semi-hard dick. My breath unmasking the excitement I had for this moment we were about to share. Hands on my back, he unbuckled my bra, freeing my breasts to be met with the touch of his soft hands gently massaging them. I moaned softly.

I made my way out of my boots and slowly slid my jeans over my ass and hips…leaving them on the floor to be witness to the show we were getting ready to put on. I lied on the bed, with his instructions, and closed my eyes. I wanted to be surprised by his every touch, building the sweet sensations of sexual satisfaction.

He touched me very lightly starting from my temples and caressed my face. I could feel him leaning in as he gently kissed the lids of my eyes…I could have died at that simple gesture. My pussy began humming a gentle melody as his hands and lips continued their exploration of my body. My neck…my breasts…my stomach were all stops on his excursion. I brought him up to meet my lips…they were starving for attention. He kissed me deeply, his dick hovering over my pussy making sure I knew it was present and wanting and waiting to be devoured.

“I need to feel your dick…” I said to him…at least I think I said it to him. Regardless, he knew what I needed and he gave it to me. He slowly and meticulously spread my pussy lips apart with the head of his dick. I gasped, wanting more of the pleasurable pain, preparing my body for the assault his dick would be giving. As he slowly entered me inch by inch, he teased me by stopping and sliding back a half an inch. He went in inch by inch and out half in by half in…it was torture…but I loved it. Finally, he…assuming he was done teasing himself as well, entered me all the way. My body sighed and shivered. It was like opening the door to a sudden gust of cool breeze, unexpected but exhilarating.

Our breaths were in unison as he slow stroked me to paradise. With each calculated stroke, I got closer and closer to nirvana. I moaned softly in his ear as he leaned in to kiss me. I parted by lips and allowed his tongue to enter my mouth. He grinded into my pussy as I grabbed his neck to kiss him deeper…we both shuddered. I spread my legs wider to give him deeper access, to which he accepted. He was DEEP inside me, hitting areas in my pussy I didn’t know existed. I couldn’t take him, but I had to have him. I had to have him all the way. My moans begged him not to stop, they got him excited and he began to stroke faster. Before I knew it, he turned me over and I was on top of him. I rode him, seeming to take him in deeper. He hit everything inside me as I grinded his dick…my soul…my walls…everything. I could tell he enjoyed the gyration of my hips as he let out a low groan.

“Oooh…your pussy feels good.” He said to me, just above a whisper.

“Mmmm…describe to me what it feels like.” I said to him…wanting to have my ego stroked as well.

“Your pussy…hmmmm…,” he licks his lips before he continues. I assumed he was in awe. “Your pussy is like much needed rain on a hot summer day. Wet. Warm. Appreciated.” He started.

I was lost in the poetry of his words…I could feel myself getting wetter. I moaned as he continued to stroke my mind, my pussy, and my ego.

“Your pussy is like my favorite dessert…addicting. One taste and I can’t get enough.” He said stroking upwards meeting my slow grind.

I held on to his hands tightly as the first wave of orgasm came through me. My breathing became staccato. My pussy clinched around his dick, holding on for dear life. Whether it was his description of my pussy or his way with sex…I couldn’t hold my composure. But he was an insatiable lover, always hungry for my next orgasm.

He was also a compassionate lover, allowing me to catch my breath before we continued. I laid beside him in the bed still panting from my intense orgasm. My back towards him, he held me tight bringing his warm chest close to my body. I could feel his dick dancing against my butt. He kissed my neck and back, leaving trails of moisture between each spot. I reached behind me to grab his head to bring him closer to me. I craned my neck as I gave him a soft kiss. I had just caught my breath when he began to play with my pussy; introducing the head of his dick as if we hadn’t seen each other in a while. I positioned myself on my side and allowed him better access.

He grinded his dick into me as I lay on my side, it was a very passionate position. Two bodies close together. His arms wrapped tightly around me. His head nestled close to my cheek, his warm breath whispering in my ear. His dick telling my pussy the reasons it had to have it and taking. He started to pound into my pussy, becoming overwhelmed by the orchestration of our sexual session. His breathing the rhythm, my moans the melody.

It was like the breakdown of a song where the melody changes keys, the lyrics become more soul stirring, and the rhythm ascends to climax…and then the beat drops and you are consumed with everything the song has to offer…