Baby, I got you....

So, for the weeks leading up to Valentine’s Day, everything my boyfriend tried to plan for us to do failed because I’m not 21 yet. Fuck my age. It sucks to have a birthday in the middle of the year when there are no real holidays to celebrate. I’ve been in a relationship with him for several months now and relish in the fact that not only do I have a valentine this year, but I have a boyfriend who is my valentine.

Leading up to Valentine’s Day we tried an array of different things. We tried spoken word, must be 21 to enter. We tried a Mediterranean restaurant, must be 21 to hookah and drink. We tried the hottest annual poetry and music festival, got to be 21 for that too. I was at my wits end trying to find something romantic for two young lovers to get into that didn’t involve a ton of money and would really bolster the Valentine’s Day spirit.
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At the nail salon, I voiced my dilemma to my girl friends, “What are y’all doing for Valentine’s Day this year?”

“Girl, me and Ryan are going to go to the big V-Day bash at that new restaurant/ club in Atlantic Station, I heard there’s going to be a TON of celebrities there,” Melissa says with a wide smile.

“And what about you and David,” I ask Kelsie.

“Well, Metro Lanes is having this V-day package thing where for $100 per couple you can get four hours of bowling, appetizers, drinks, and sexy goody bags,” she says with a giggle.

“And let me guess for both of y’all’s plans you have to be 21 right?” I ask with frustration.

“Yeah,” they answer in unison.

I blow out hot air, mad that I can’t get in with the in crowd and do something special and different like them.

We conclude this week’s girl time at the salon, to which I go home frustrated and disappointed.

I call my boyfriend, to voice my frustrations with him.

“Sweetie, I’m upset. What are we gonna do for Valentine’s Day that doesn’t cost $100 and I can actually get into?” I whine.

“Baby, don’t worry. I got this. Whatever we decide or find to do will be fine. As long as we are together, the day will be special regardless,” He assures.

I love how he can calm me down and make me feel better about whatever situation arises, but I’m not convinced. I have faith in him, but I just don’t know. Valentine’s Day is tomorrow.

“I’ll tell you what, be ready to go out around 3 tomorrow. The weather man says it’s going to be around 62° out. So dress casually, but bring a sweater or something.” He instructs me.

I smile as I reply with an “Okay.”
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Valentine’s Day
Sitting on my bed, looking at all the clothes in my closet. For a girl with an overflowing closet, I have nothing to wear. I try on like seven different outfits before I can even settle on a possibility.
I decide to consult my fashion maven roommate to get her input and style tips. I place on my bed the three outfit choices and model them for her.

Outfit #1
A white 1950s inspired dress with an abundance of purple floral prints. Purple closed toed espadrilles, laced around the ankle. Chunky emerald green pearl bracelet and necklace

Outfit #2
Dark denim straight leg jeans, red leather flat riding boots, red lace camisole and black wrap sweater. Gold heart shaped pendant and simple gold bangles.

Outfit #3
Red suede knee high boots, black leggings, white v-neck sweater dress with ruching along the sides. Red belt. Long gold loop chain.

Elly, my fashion guru for the day, studies each outfit like her dissertation depends on it. She gives me advice on the accessories and how to make the clothes fall into each other creating a cohesive look. After much debate, I end up wearing outfit #3 with the boots and jewelry from outfit #2.

After choosing an outfit, I shower, shave, fix my hair, and apply my makeup. Not a moment too soon, my phone rings and it’s Marc telling me he is outside waiting for me.

I scamper outside, excited for what he has in store for us and what surprises await me today.

Marc leans over giving me a comforting and loving kiss on the lips. I smile and giggle like a school girl, savoring the butterflies in my stomach right now. We drive off and I take in the scenery as we drive to our destination.
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Piedmont Park
We arrive at our destination, Piedmont park. This is by far my most favorite park of all Atlanta’s parks. You can pick any spot in its vast hill-laden grassy knoll and see a beautiful skyline and abundant foliage.
Marc exits the car, quickly going to the trunk. I curiously follow him. Marc takes out a picnic basket, blanket, and mini radio.

Eyebrow raised, I ask “What have we here, Mr. Le Deux?”

“Well, you said there is nothing in the city that we can do for Valentine’s Day that was inexpensive and age appropriate. I wanted to prove to you that no matter where we are, as long as we are together, everything will be wonderful.” He reassures me.

I give him a kiss and thank him for being great.

I unravel the blanket, placing it on the ground and we unpack the picnic basket full of ABC pesto chicken sandwiches, sea salt & pepper chips, raspberry tea, and my favorite brownies.
We conclude our Valentine’s Day lunch with a walk through Piedmont and stimulating conversation.

I think about how immature I had been these past weeks and realize that he is right. Valentine’s Day isn’t about how flamboyantly romantic one can be or how much money can be spent, it’s about the time spent, the emotions discovered, and the connections that we make with our significant other.

Before you think of V-day...

So normally my blogs are laden with sex and fantasies and obscure sexual stories. This month, being the month of love and companionship, I decided to do something a little bit different with my blog. I recently had a conversation with one of my acquaintances about things to do on Valentine's Day that was both inexpensive and some could be age appropriate, since she is not yet 21. It prompted me to come up with a list of things that new and old couple's could do for Valentine's Day or as a supplement to what they already have planned. Since I am a creature of storytelling, all of the ideas are expressed via a story. Some of these were inspired by some of my friends' lives or current situations. Other stories are inspired by my personal past. And the rest comes straight from the noggin. Even so I hope to inspire some people to have a sexy time with their mates not just on Valentine's Day but EVERYDAY. The first story will be posted later on today. In the mean time, I have plenty of other stimulating and tit...illating stories to please your sexual appetite.

I encourage you to enjoy, comment, and leave some of your own stories and ideas so that others may be inspired.

XOXO
Tesha

Foot Fetish

I entered knowing exactly what I wanted. I searched for him, fearful that he might not be available to cater to my needs. I found him, smiling and inviting. We had a connection, an attraction.

He knew what I wanted, I had become his number one customer and his biggest fan. Fascinated by the tantalizing things he had stored in his arsenal.

He was known to have the magic touch. I went to where he would be, where he wanted me to wait for him. I awaited him, nervous about the things he’d be doing to me. I was excited about what the next hour or so had in store. He ran me a warm bath, seasoned with scented sea salts and soft bubbles to caress me.

I eased my feet into the water, my body going into orgasmic tingles from the enticingly hot water. He turned on the jets and smiled at me. I noticed that he wasn’t a man of many words and I appreciated it. He and I both knew why I was there, so there was no use for the chit chat. All I wanted was his hands on me. All I wanted was for him to massage me, tease me, and serve me.

As I soaked in the miniature Jacuzzi, he prepared his instrumentations; his arsenal of supplies that he used to make any and every woman melt in his hands, especially this woman.

He requested my right foot out of the water and caressed it with the gentlest of touches. He looked up from my foot with a look of approval. Enjoying what he was seeing, in his face and in his gaze. He was kind and most importantly meticulous. He removed the stains from our past encounter, leaving my toes naked and exposed. His touch was electrifying and sent mini waves from my eager toes to my damp pussy. He knew what he was doing to me, I could tell from the mischievous smile on his face.

He was dancing me to the land of “giddy and ready to come”. There was so much stimulation taking place, I wasn’t exactly sure which to thank later, the heat from the water, the vibrations underneath me, or him. Either way, I was in heaven and refused to be sent back to earth.

Next he took out his long hard tool, grazing it across the top of my foot. Although not the maneuver that normally had me soaking wet, the naughty part of me enjoyed the uncomfortable and new feeling of it. My left foot was screaming for attention and I think he knew this. He rubbed a thick cream colored liquid on to the crevice of each toe, rubbed it in until I started to bite my bottom lip. He smiled at me with that same smile as he tenderly placed my foot back into the bubbling water. Repeating the exact same procedure on my left foot giving it the attention it craved. Masterfully executed with the same tender, loving, care.

I relaxed my head against the back of the plush, leather bound chair and began to allow my senses to continue to be aroused. My body was almost in total relax mode except for the loud voices surrounding us. He was a knowing man, whispering sweet nothings to me, assuring me that everything is okay and encouraging me to relax.

He took my feet out of the water and again admired their beauty. He dried my feet and my legs with the softest towel ever made. Pouring a grainy, sweet-scented substance onto my calves and feet, he massaged my lower legs. Circular motions, up and down motions, swirl motions, it was all sending me to the moon or someplace far away from where I was seated.

My eyes were closed, allowing him total control of me. He took his long hose and sprayed his warm liquid on my legs, rinsing the sweet nectar from them. I could tell he was a man who cared about the women he saw, with a gingerly touch he rubbed satiny lotion onto my skin. Each touch a kiss to the next time.

It was all coming to an end soon, but I wasn’t upset. What took place today was going to last me until the next time I had a craving to come….maybe the next two or three weeks if I was impatient to see him again.

He meticulously reapplied the memory of this encounter to the surface of my toes. Doing what is always surprising every time he does it, he held my feet close to his soft lips and with a warm, breathy blow left his signature across my feet….sending me on a euphoric adventure.

I knew it was over, like when you roll over from the thralls of passion. I knew it was over but I enjoyed the time we shared. I paid him his fee, plus a bonus, plus a promise that he will be searched for the next time I come to LA nails….for a pedicure.

*Re-posted on Candy Diaries on May 20, 2010*

From the diaries of Groupies....

RoShanna Peeters

Yeah you’ve heard of us. We everywhere you wish you were. Getting things you wish you had. Fucking niggas you wish you fucked. You know us by different names, but they call us Groupies….

My name is RoShanna and I’ve been hip to the whole groupie game ever since my first crush on a celebrity back when I was 14. I can remember it like it was yesterday. It was Ginuwine. The first time I heard “My Pony” on the radio, my panties were instantly wet. I couldn’t help but to think about how those lyrics should come true.

I’m just a bachelor, looking for a partner

Someone who knows how to ride

Without even falling off…

Yeah baby, this girl knows how to ride. And I damn sure ain’t about to fall off, as long as you got that saddle hard and ready to ride.

I may have been 14 but my body said I was 22. I already had a nice pair of titties, 36 C to be exact. A tight waste and a phat ass that was always noticed. My momma always knew I would get into trouble with a body like mine, but hell where does she think I got it from? I always knew how to use my body to get what I wanted. And at 14, what I wanted was Ginuwine…age difference or not.

Going to my first concert was like putting a kid in a candy store. I couldn’t wait for my chance to get at him. Now I know what you’re thinking, “This hot as little girl needs to sit her horny ass down and leave them celebs alone.” And you would be right, but when something calls you to the glitz and glamour and the opportunity to fuck somebody that’s larger than life, well you take it.

The First, but not the last

Right before the concert ended, I put my game plan into action. I slipped into one of the bathrooms to get myself in order. I was already cute in my grey and blue tank top, coochie-cutter shorts, and gray boots. I just needed to make sure my face was in order. I put on a fresh coat of lip stick and fluffed my hair a bit. I had heard from my girl who was a bit older than me that to get to the back stage you got to get through a whole group of niggas, but I knew it wouldn’t be that hard for me. All I had to do was swing my phat ass their way and let them take a whiff of this young pussy and it was over.

I snuck backstage without the stage manager catching me, finagled my way past security and the roadies and found where Ginuwine, Mr. Elgin Lumpkin, was staying. I found the green room that led to his room. After listening to the radio and checking his past concert information, I knew he liked to relax a bit before he headed out to another gig or after-party. Perfect! That gave me just enough time and opportunity to get him “unwound.” I opened the door to the green room and found two big ass motherfuckers guarding the door. Shit!

Okay, was I really going to turn back after going through all that work to get this close to Ginuwine? Fuck no.

“What you doing in here Miss Lady? This area ain’t for no young meat.” The first guard says to me.

“I got something that I have to give to Ginuwine.” I tell them.

“Yeah, well we can’t allow you to give nothing to him unless you give it to us first. You know we gotta make sure it’s safe,” The second guard says with a smirk.

After taking another glance at them, they weren’t so bad after all. The first guard was Chocolatey and stood about 5’10 and was probably 250, but he was all muscle. He had the nicest smile I’d ever seen.

The second one was a little bit lighter, taller, and skinnier. The best feature he had was his light brown eyes. He was definitely model material. Both of them were absolutely fuck material.

I thought to myself, well the best way to get ready for the “All-star game” was to practice and warm-up….right? So you know what I did….

I knew I had to do what I had to do to get to where I was trying to get to so. I made sure I locked the green room door behind me and went to work. I told them to take off their pants and get their dick hard as hell.

I put both those niggas in a chair facing each other. There is something about pushing people past their limits that really gets me off.

I started with the lighter one first as my appetizer. I caressed and massaged his inner thigh with my hands while I slowly kissed him. I teased him a bit by kissing his thighs before I dove mouth first towards his dick and hungrily sucked his throbbing dick. I liked his dick, it was right for sucking. It was long, but not too thick. I didn’t mind that his dick was going down my throat so much as I had enough mouth room for him. I like to suck my dicks with plenty of juice. I spit on his dick to get it super moist and licked that shit like it was the last Popsicle during a July heat wave. And he loved that shit too! You can always expect the freaks to find the freaks. His friend was sitting across from us jacking his shit, obviously he couldn’t wait. So I made sure he knew his turn was coming up as well. While I let Big Willie rest from the hurting my mouth was putting on him, I got Chocolate Brotha ready.

I got his dick wet and throbbing. Big Willie’s dick was perfect for sucking, but Chocolate Brotha’s dick was perfect for sitting. His dick was average size for a brotha…about 5-6 inches but it was fat…as hell. His dick was about the same size around as wrist was. I was a little bit scared of it, I’ve fucked some big dicks before but Shit! Really? I was already wet and ready for the shit to pop off but I had to mentally prepare to rock on Chocolate Brotha’s dick. I put a condom on his dick and slowly descended my body down his chocolate rocket. He must’ve been ready for the shit because next thing I knew I was quickly pushed down on to that shit. A regular hoe might not have been ready for it, but I was ready to ride this motherfucker til he was calling me Mommy.

My Caribbean roots always came in handy when I was fast grinding on a nigga. I could tell he was really loving the Ro version of the dutty wine, he was oohing and aahing all in my ear while his friend was beating his meat to the full frontal view of his friend fucking me. I wasn’t about to let that good dick go to waste. I leaned in and took Big Willie to the head….so to speak. I worked double time. I bounced my phat ass up and down on Chocolate Brotha while he held my hips to make me bounce harder as I mouth fucked Big Willie.

The sex sounds were deafening and the scents were tantalizing. I could tell both those niggas was about ready to cum, but Nobody cums unless Ro cums first! I was about ready to bust my nut, but I damn sure wasn’t ready for them to bust theirs. I slowed my grind and went from sucking to licking. I made sure the grinding in my hips was just right so that Chocolate Brotha’s dick was hitting the right spot….the g-spot.

I could feel the sensations building in me and they must have felt it too. I started to grind my hips deep and hard into Chocolate Brotha and Big Willie’s dick was prisoner to the suction of my mouth. In less than a minute, we was all squirting juices everywhere. Yeah, I’m a big squirter, for the right dick.

The orgasm had me in another universe, I thought I saw colors that didn’t exist yet.

After we caught our breaths and searched for our clothes, we heard someone clapping their hands in the background. Our senses finally coming back, we realized that Ginuwine had been watching the whole time and he liked it too because a hard dick never lies.

He said to me, “Damn girl! You sure know who to put on a good ass show. I thought I was spectacular, but you take the cake.”

“Yeah, I told your boys that I had something to give you, but they told me that I couldn’t give it to you until they checked it out first to make sure it was safe.” I replied with a smile.

“Well fellas, how was the ‘package’?” He asked the guards as they fastened their belts breathlessly.

They looked at each other before answering.

“Yeah, that package is awl’lat.” Answered Chocolate brotha first.

“Hell yeah, she bangin boss. She bangin’!” Big Willie commented.

Ginuwine had a smile on his face, “All right, let’s see what this package has to offer.”

He led me to his room and I gave him a taste of what RoShanna had to offer….

To Be Continued

Text Message

I was kind of bored tonight so I decided to spend some time with the girls, but the whole time all I could think about was you. I sent you numerous text messages telling you how horny I was and how much I wanted you and you replied by telling me the same. My friends must have known something was up because of the huge grin on my face every time my phone rang with your ringtone.

This time you text me ‘right now I am holding my dick and stroking it, wishing your mouth was on it.’

I had to laugh at that one because I was thinking the exact same thing. Before I text you back, I am fantasizing about seducing and tantalizing you:

“I want to lick you on your neck and kiss you on that spot. Then work my way to your chest and suck on your nipples, I know how much you like that. I want to work my way down your stomach and lick inside your belly button and then blow on it because I like the way it makes you laugh.

I would start working my way slowly toward your throbbing dick, but continuously torture and please you. I would lick your inner thigh and kiss it, oh so gently. I would work my way back up and kiss and lick that spot that you love right under your balls. I can hear you moaning with delight and impatience. I would lightly flicker my tongue over your balls and suck each one into my mouth.

I would let the juices from my mouth fall down the crack of your ass. Even though you wouldn’t admit it, I know you love it. I would work my way up and lick the shaft of your dick until I reached your swollen, pink head. I would ravenously take your hardened tool into my mouth and inch it into my throat.

Slowly inch it into my throat until the whole of it is in my mouth and down my throat. I can hear you moaning as the anticipation you have for my mouth is satisfied. Like the last lollipop in a candy store, I would lick and suck and savor your sweet dick.

I can hear you moan louder as you place your hands on the sides of my head to help guide your dick in and out of my mouth. In… and out, in… and out, thrusting in… and out of my mouth.

I can feel you throbbing in my mouth like a heart with an irregular heartbeat. I want you to cum in my mouth and I am determined to get what I want. I catch a rhythm, working my mouth against my hands with twirling motions coming from my wrists.

I hear you tell me, “suck it harder” and so I do. I suck it like a dyson vacuum, I never lose suction. “Awww shit!!” I suck harder, twirl my wrist faster, and jack harder. I told you, I want you to cum in my mouth.

I can tell you are about to reach climax because your toes begin to curl and you start gripping the sheets. I love it when I make your toes curl. I start to grab your ass to help you thrust deeper into my throat and suck…until finally, “Awww F-U-C-K!!!” You cum in my mouth like I want you too.

“MmMm” I say, ‘You taste good!’”

My friends look at me, like I am a mad woman. Sitting there with my eyes closed, rubbing on my leg, with a huge ass grin on my face. You text me back questioning whether or not I got your last text message. I text you: yeah, pick me up at the Varsity in five minutes.

Sure enough, you are there in 4 minutes 45 seconds. I tell you about the fantasy I had of you and how badly I want you. As I relay my fantasy, I can see your dick getting hard and I can see you stroking it in your jeans. I help you by taking it out of its denim prison and stroke it for you. Before we even make it to our condo, I dive face first into your lap and work my best to bring my fantasy to life.