Ugh. I just can't wait until this year is over. Lately I have had a heavy feeling in my chest and I keep running into exes, or even thinking about them. I ran into one today and the relationship I had wasn't the best. It was emotionally and physically abusing and I thought I was past it. We chatted for a few minutes and I know that I have no love for him anymore but somehow we got on the subject of CLARITY in our failed relationship. He said that I was the one who cheated on him when he was trying to make the relationship work. He even asked how that relationship was going. Sorry, he dumped me two years ago...by EMAIL. I guess what goes around comes around huh?
What stands out in the forefront of my mind in reflection of a lot of my past relationships is that I have in fact, been the cheater in most of my relationships and have been cheated on in others. I recall genuinely wanting the men who were emotionally unavailable which were signs that I just needed to sit back and deal with me. Come to think of it...I've had a hell of a time in the past decade and I wouldn't trade any of it for the world. Things happen for a reason.
Do I still have faith in relationships? I honestly don't know. I WANT to believe in them, but I don't know if my mind really does. Recently I felt like I fell in love with someone - who actually lives outside of the damned country but I know me... I tend to keep certain feelings to myself and if I feel like the feelings aren't mutual then they quickly dissipate. So I know this will turn into an out of sight out of mind thing. I am nowhere near trusting anyone like that so yea...no...
*sigh*
It's frustrating as shit though. I'd like to have a companion/mate but the odds are damn near impossible because either the men I come across just aren't on my level or they are on some bullshit. I've decided to just leave it up to God because I just don't have the energy for it anymore.
Mr. Box Interlude has somehow come back into my life and Lord knows that shit is distracting as hell. I'm trying to just be cool but my mind can't help but to wander...
In any event, I needed to get that off my chest. I will have a story for you next week. =)
Friday, December 17, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
The Awkward Yet Amusing Run In
I was heading to Lenny's on 34th/7th for eats when I walked past someone who looked very familiar. We stared at each other while slowly walking past one another. So I said...
You look familiar...
He smiled. "Yea..."
Then it clicked. He (now) looked like a bootleg Khalil Kain/Raheim from Juice. He was Mr. Can't Get It Up. I refused to act like I knew where I knew him from.
"Where do I know you from?" I asked.
He stated the show we'd worked on.
"Oooh that's riiiiight!"
He looked exhausted and said he'd just gotten off of a bus. I figured that from the big ass rolling bag he had with him.
We'd stopped about 6 feet away from each other and I wasn't sure what else to say other than "Well you should get home to get some rest."
I waved goodbye and went on my way.
I find it most amusing that I can't keep track of my "bodies" sometimes. The even funnier thing to me is that I was actually on the phone when I first saw him with someone who knew exactly who he was and exactly what had happened between us. Comedy.org.
He'd gained a few pounds and even seemed like he may have had a growth spurt because he was taller than I remembered. After recollecting the entire experience I sincerely hoped his equipment was in working order. Who knows? Maybe it was me that night...maybe not.
You look familiar...
He smiled. "Yea..."
Then it clicked. He (now) looked like a bootleg Khalil Kain/Raheim from Juice. He was Mr. Can't Get It Up. I refused to act like I knew where I knew him from.
"Where do I know you from?" I asked.
He stated the show we'd worked on.
"Oooh that's riiiiight!"
He looked exhausted and said he'd just gotten off of a bus. I figured that from the big ass rolling bag he had with him.
We'd stopped about 6 feet away from each other and I wasn't sure what else to say other than "Well you should get home to get some rest."
I waved goodbye and went on my way.
I find it most amusing that I can't keep track of my "bodies" sometimes. The even funnier thing to me is that I was actually on the phone when I first saw him with someone who knew exactly who he was and exactly what had happened between us. Comedy.org.
He'd gained a few pounds and even seemed like he may have had a growth spurt because he was taller than I remembered. After recollecting the entire experience I sincerely hoped his equipment was in working order. Who knows? Maybe it was me that night...maybe not.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Nice to Meet You - La Deuxième Partie
As she stirred in her sleep she realized that something wonderful was tantalizing her senses. Biscuits...cheese...bacon...
Rubbing her eyes as she adjusted to the sunlight streaming through the semi-open curtains, she sat up and immediately realized that she was starving. Catching her reflection in the mirror across the room, she smoothed her hair down and admired how her face seemed to glow. Stretching her arms up she fell back against the warm sheets and figured she'd sleep another five minutes. As soon as she closed her eyes she felt a pair of lips on hers. Eyes fluttering open, she was greeted by the wonderful dimples and teeth that was he.
And then she realized that she was in his bed and not the one in her hotel room. Cursing herself silently, she reached up to hug him and pull his body down on top of hers.
"How'd you sleep?"
"Like a baby." she responded
Pulling the comforter away from her body he lowered himself to place his mouth on her box, sliding his tongue deep between her lips before standing up and walking out of the room. Becoming frustrated with the lack of completion, she stood up and walked into the bathroom to clean up Niagra Falls that he'd brought on. Smiling at the packaged toothbrush and facecloth laying side by side on the sink, she proceeded to brush her teeth and wash her face. She started to feel strange...like something was off, but she couldn't put her finger on exactly what it was.
Sighing to herself, she padded out of the bathroom and grabbed a red chambray shirt of his from off of his desk chair to slip on. Her feet were kind of cold so she opened one of his dresser drawers to grab a pair of socks and lucky her, it was the drawer she was looking for. Grabbing a navy pair of booties, she noticed a picture on the side of the drawer. She pulled it out and saw it was him and a woman smiling, sitting on the steps of what seemed to be a courthouse. It was a candid shot...she noticed that they were holding hands and it seemed to be a happy day.
Turning the picture over, she felt her stomach drop before she even read the rushed script: Sweetheart, we have the rest of our lives.
She put the picture back and slowly closed the drawer. Her breath was becoming shallow and her head started pounding. Putting the socks on top of the dresser she turned around and leaned against the drawers, concentrating on catching her breath.
"I fucking knew it was too good to be true." she mumbled.
She looked around for her clothes and didn't see any of them anywhere in the room. She walked over to the edge of the bed and had a seat, willing her head to stop spinning and for her clothes to magically appear. She had to get out of there. Now.
Forcing herself up, she walked into the kitchen on him setting up the table for two with breakfast that he was pulling from the oven. Ignoring her hunger pains she looked at the spread of scrambled eggs, biscuits, jam, fruit, cheese, bacon, tea and coffee he had set up. Refusing to look at him, he noticed something was up and asked what was wrong. He frowned because she did not look well. Walking over to her, he placed the back of his hand on her forehead to check for fever. She closed her eyes and said "Can you tell me where my clothes are please?"
He searched her face for some kind of indication of what was going on but found none. "I think they are in the guest bathroom babe, I can get them for you..." as he started to go get them. She cut him off with "No, I got it." and walked to find them. He followed her to the guest bathroom. She stepped out of his shirt and into her dress that was folded by the sink.
"What are you doing?"
"I have to go."
"Where are you going?"
"I have some things I need to do."
"Right NOW??"
"Yea, right now."
Still refusing to look at him he began to get angry. He didn't know where the fuck this was coming from.
She slipped on her sandals and went to walk past him but he stepped in front of her.
"Kennedy, what is the problem? Can you at least tell me what's wrong?"
"Nah, I'm good."
"Oh you're good??" He began to clench his teeth and stepped aside. "Yea, maybe you SHOULD go then."
Grabbing her bag off the floor, she silently walked down the hallway and pressed the button for the elevator to fetch her.
Stepping into the lobby on the main floor she found her way to the door where the doorman greeted her as he opened the door for her.
"G'morning ma'am."
"Sir."
As she stepped out side she realized that her fucking car wasn't here and that it was back at the restaurant. This infuriated her, forcing her to realize that she'd let her guard down for this man who she thought was perfect, but was far from it. She turned back to the doorman.
"Can you please call me a cab Sir?"
"Certainly m'lady, where is your destination?"
"Davio's Steakhouse please."
He went to call her a cab and it seemed like with every passing moment she became more confused and more hurt. She was so frustrated she didn't even realize she was crying until the doorman handed her a tissue and told her that her cab would be there momentarily. She opted to have a seat in the lobby until then.
Moments later she was in a cab heading to Davio's wondering how the fuck she could've been so stupid. She wondered if she was over-reacting and couldn't tell. Reaching Davio's and finding a valet attendant to find her car...she waited. She felt her phone vibrating in her bag. She didn't feel like talking to anyone as she searched her mind for anything that he might have said about a woman...any woman. She couldn't recall.
Seeing as she wasn't going to pick up her phone he hung up and sat on a bar stool next to the table and stared at all of the food that was out. He needed to understand what the fuck had just happened. He closed his eyes and began to backtrack. He got up and walked into the bedroom. She was fine when he walked out of the room with the taste of her on his lips. He walked into the bathroom and saw that she'd brushed her teeth and washed her face. He came back out and sat on the bed. He didn't fucking get it. He was mad as hell. Rubbing his temples, his eyes focused on a piece of artwork he'd created that was hanging on the wall above his dresser. He dropped his line of vision down to the socks on top of his dresser.
He realized at the same time that he didn't take the socks out and that her car wasn't downstairs. He ran to the kitchen and grabbed the phone off the wall to call downstairs to the lobby.
"Good morning Mr. Barnes, what can I do for you?"
"Mr. Williams..my guest...is she still downstairs?" he asked in a panicked voice.
"No Sir, I put her in a cab to Davio's about fifteen minutes ago."
"Shit..thank you Mr. Williams."
"You're welcome Sir...if it means anything, she was rather...upset.."
"Yes, I know" he said dryly before hanging up.
He walked back into the room over to the dresser and opened up the drawer. He closed his eyes and exhaled heavily in a defeated manner and re-opened them to pull out the picture tucked alongside his socks.
"How could I be so fucking stupid?" he mumbled. Shaking his head and feeling like absolute shit for telling her to go, he threw the picture on top of the dresser and walked back into the kitchen to ring her phone again.
to be continued...
© 2010 Farrah Barnes
Rubbing her eyes as she adjusted to the sunlight streaming through the semi-open curtains, she sat up and immediately realized that she was starving. Catching her reflection in the mirror across the room, she smoothed her hair down and admired how her face seemed to glow. Stretching her arms up she fell back against the warm sheets and figured she'd sleep another five minutes. As soon as she closed her eyes she felt a pair of lips on hers. Eyes fluttering open, she was greeted by the wonderful dimples and teeth that was he.
And then she realized that she was in his bed and not the one in her hotel room. Cursing herself silently, she reached up to hug him and pull his body down on top of hers.
"How'd you sleep?"
"Like a baby." she responded
Pulling the comforter away from her body he lowered himself to place his mouth on her box, sliding his tongue deep between her lips before standing up and walking out of the room. Becoming frustrated with the lack of completion, she stood up and walked into the bathroom to clean up Niagra Falls that he'd brought on. Smiling at the packaged toothbrush and facecloth laying side by side on the sink, she proceeded to brush her teeth and wash her face. She started to feel strange...like something was off, but she couldn't put her finger on exactly what it was.
Sighing to herself, she padded out of the bathroom and grabbed a red chambray shirt of his from off of his desk chair to slip on. Her feet were kind of cold so she opened one of his dresser drawers to grab a pair of socks and lucky her, it was the drawer she was looking for. Grabbing a navy pair of booties, she noticed a picture on the side of the drawer. She pulled it out and saw it was him and a woman smiling, sitting on the steps of what seemed to be a courthouse. It was a candid shot...she noticed that they were holding hands and it seemed to be a happy day.
Turning the picture over, she felt her stomach drop before she even read the rushed script: Sweetheart, we have the rest of our lives.
She put the picture back and slowly closed the drawer. Her breath was becoming shallow and her head started pounding. Putting the socks on top of the dresser she turned around and leaned against the drawers, concentrating on catching her breath.
"I fucking knew it was too good to be true." she mumbled.
She looked around for her clothes and didn't see any of them anywhere in the room. She walked over to the edge of the bed and had a seat, willing her head to stop spinning and for her clothes to magically appear. She had to get out of there. Now.
Forcing herself up, she walked into the kitchen on him setting up the table for two with breakfast that he was pulling from the oven. Ignoring her hunger pains she looked at the spread of scrambled eggs, biscuits, jam, fruit, cheese, bacon, tea and coffee he had set up. Refusing to look at him, he noticed something was up and asked what was wrong. He frowned because she did not look well. Walking over to her, he placed the back of his hand on her forehead to check for fever. She closed her eyes and said "Can you tell me where my clothes are please?"
He searched her face for some kind of indication of what was going on but found none. "I think they are in the guest bathroom babe, I can get them for you..." as he started to go get them. She cut him off with "No, I got it." and walked to find them. He followed her to the guest bathroom. She stepped out of his shirt and into her dress that was folded by the sink.
"What are you doing?"
"I have to go."
"Where are you going?"
"I have some things I need to do."
"Right NOW??"
"Yea, right now."
Still refusing to look at him he began to get angry. He didn't know where the fuck this was coming from.
She slipped on her sandals and went to walk past him but he stepped in front of her.
"Kennedy, what is the problem? Can you at least tell me what's wrong?"
"Nah, I'm good."
"Oh you're good??" He began to clench his teeth and stepped aside. "Yea, maybe you SHOULD go then."
Grabbing her bag off the floor, she silently walked down the hallway and pressed the button for the elevator to fetch her.
Stepping into the lobby on the main floor she found her way to the door where the doorman greeted her as he opened the door for her.
"G'morning ma'am."
"Sir."
As she stepped out side she realized that her fucking car wasn't here and that it was back at the restaurant. This infuriated her, forcing her to realize that she'd let her guard down for this man who she thought was perfect, but was far from it. She turned back to the doorman.
"Can you please call me a cab Sir?"
"Certainly m'lady, where is your destination?"
"Davio's Steakhouse please."
He went to call her a cab and it seemed like with every passing moment she became more confused and more hurt. She was so frustrated she didn't even realize she was crying until the doorman handed her a tissue and told her that her cab would be there momentarily. She opted to have a seat in the lobby until then.
Moments later she was in a cab heading to Davio's wondering how the fuck she could've been so stupid. She wondered if she was over-reacting and couldn't tell. Reaching Davio's and finding a valet attendant to find her car...she waited. She felt her phone vibrating in her bag. She didn't feel like talking to anyone as she searched her mind for anything that he might have said about a woman...any woman. She couldn't recall.
Seeing as she wasn't going to pick up her phone he hung up and sat on a bar stool next to the table and stared at all of the food that was out. He needed to understand what the fuck had just happened. He closed his eyes and began to backtrack. He got up and walked into the bedroom. She was fine when he walked out of the room with the taste of her on his lips. He walked into the bathroom and saw that she'd brushed her teeth and washed her face. He came back out and sat on the bed. He didn't fucking get it. He was mad as hell. Rubbing his temples, his eyes focused on a piece of artwork he'd created that was hanging on the wall above his dresser. He dropped his line of vision down to the socks on top of his dresser.
He realized at the same time that he didn't take the socks out and that her car wasn't downstairs. He ran to the kitchen and grabbed the phone off the wall to call downstairs to the lobby.
"Good morning Mr. Barnes, what can I do for you?"
"Mr. Williams..my guest...is she still downstairs?" he asked in a panicked voice.
"No Sir, I put her in a cab to Davio's about fifteen minutes ago."
"Shit..thank you Mr. Williams."
"You're welcome Sir...if it means anything, she was rather...upset.."
"Yes, I know" he said dryly before hanging up.
He walked back into the room over to the dresser and opened up the drawer. He closed his eyes and exhaled heavily in a defeated manner and re-opened them to pull out the picture tucked alongside his socks.
"How could I be so fucking stupid?" he mumbled. Shaking his head and feeling like absolute shit for telling her to go, he threw the picture on top of the dresser and walked back into the kitchen to ring her phone again.
to be continued...
© 2010 Farrah Barnes
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Mr. Got Me Fucked Up/DrownDeep Hula
It took me a minute find the entrance to the hotel because it was so damned fancy. When I finally found the entrance and walked through the doors, my heart began to race. I was scared, nervous, and excited at the same time. This wouldn’t be the first time around him, but damn if I haven’t thought of him since the last time I was.
I was directed to the elevator bank by the leggy blond who greeted me at the door. I stepped on the elevator that seemed to be waiting for me and pressed fourteen. I sat on the mini leather bench and did a quick breath check…realizing I was sitting on a LEATHER BENCH in an ELEVATOR. Snazzy indeed. I glanced at my reflection in the blackened mirrored walls and smoothed my hair down as the elevator doors opened and I stepped off. I cautiously looked at the doors in search of room six. Finding it, I stood in front of the door struggling to calm the fuck down. I didn’t know what the fuck my deal was because this nervousness thing was not me. At. All.
I lightly rapped on the door three times and waited. I heard some fumbling with the lock and the door opened halfway. I was greeted with a smile that showed his beautiful teeth and dimples. I immediately started rambling about not finding the entrance and when I paused to breathe I realized that Bilal’s Airtight’s Revenge was playing softly on his ipod dock. I’d been listening to that album non-stop since it came out a few weeks prior. I finally looked him in his face and saw laughter dancing in his milk chocolate brown eyes. Damn. He was so beautiful to me that I could hardly stand to look at him. There I was, in a swanky hotel room with a beautiful man and Bilal playing in the background. What more could I ever ask for?
I came out of my Wellies and socks and found my tablet in my bag and asked him if he was ready to write. He was supposed to help me on a project I was working on. He laughed and rubbed his head and said “Let’s do it.” He had this permanent grin on his face it seemed. I sat in the chair at the desk by the window that had a great view of the Empire State building. He sat on the edge of the bed and waited on me. He was two feet away from me and I swear for the life of me I was going to make myself look at him. But just not yet.
He’d asked if we should start with an outline and I laughed and said that it wasn’t necessary and that he just write whatever comes to mind and it can be cleaned up later. Pun not intended. He wasn’t sure what to say so I started jotting things down and trying not to concentrate so much on All Matter that was currently playing. I looked up at him…FINALLY...and he was staring at me intently…purposefully.
I opened my mouth to ask him a question and started stuttering. STUTTERING. WHO the fuck DOES that besides Stuttering Stanley? I’m blushing just thinking about it. He didn’t laugh at me or anything like that. He just smiled. I’m sure he was amused but was being a gentleman. I decided to shut my mouth.
I couldn’t believe that she was here in my room. I could tell she was nervous. She was rambling and refused to look at me for more than a few seconds at a time. I laughed to myself. I was a tad nervous myself but had to put my game face on. I was extremely attracted to her. She’s unbelievably sexy and I’ve tried to kind of ignore that but it kind of wasn’t working. She looked a tad bit tired but it played well with her nervousness. I figured I’d just let her get it out and just listened to her talk about her being lost outside and about writing. She had the cutest nose and a mouth that I wanted to taste. She looked intent as she began to write in her notebook and I couldn’t resist touching her. I moved further off the edge of the bed closer to her reaching out to run my fingers up and down one of her shins, reaching around to caress her calf. She felt strong…solid. I could barely concentrate on anything else except feeling her skin through her clothes. I heard her ask me for two things to write down and I immediately responded with “Sexy…” She laughed and said that she needed more than that.
“I’m thinking about how much fun this would be without your shirt and with your jeans off…”
She looked at him and bit her lip, placed her pencil in her notebook closing it, and stood up. She walked a couple of paces away from him and took her shirt off.
“Damn.”
She was beyond sexy. Her stomach was tight, her arms were nicely toned and her tattoos looked really good on her. I couldn’t stop staring at her. Her B cups were baiting me to tear her wine colored bra off of her but I restrained myself…taking her all in. I admired her shirtless and fought the urge to kiss her.
I stood there, still nervous as fuck in my bra and jeans looking at him.
“More fun with no clothes huh?”
He was silent as he stood up and walked around behind me wrapping his hands around my waist to unfasten my braided belt. My body began to shiver at his touch. He unbuttoned my Levi’s and I shimmied so he could slide them off of my behind and down to my ankles. I giggled at his slight struggle to get them from off of my calves. Years of running will do that to you.
Stepping out of my jeans I began to tremble a bit harder. I was trying to remain calm but the coolness of the room and the warmth of his body so close to me had me about to lose it. I backed up a couple of paces so he could get a better look at me. In one step, he closed that gap and leaned down placed his full, succulent lips on the side of my neck. I closed my eyes as the kisses dropped down the side of my neck to my collarbone and over to the top of my shoulder. He wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me into him. I let my hands lightly find their way up the back of his arms and up into the short sleeves of his white tee. His skin felt like satin. He felt too good. His lips felt like they were trying to tell me a story. They made a trail back across my collarbone, back up the side of my neck, making a stop at my ear lobe and back to the side of my face. I wanted his mouth on mine. I pulled back to get a visual of his mouth but it had other plans as it made its way across my nose, to the other side of my face telling a story on the other side of my neck, collarbone and shoulder. I brought my hands up to his shoulders…trying to feel every part of his skin on the way to the back of his head as my breath started to quicken.
As my kisses dropped across her opposite collarbone I felt my jeans becoming extremely tight around my cock. Though I really wanted her box on my face, I felt the need to try and taste everything on her. She felt so good on my arms that I started to loose myself in her essence. I was addicted to her. She had no idea how much. Shit, I didn’t even know how much until this very moment. Something this good was bound to be bad for me, but I what i knew was that I had to have her.
I walked around behind her showering her back and shoulders with kisses. I adored her skin. I loved the way she felt beneath my lips and in my arms. I left a trail from the base of her neck down the middle of her spine to the base of her back causing her body to shiver violently. I pulled her thong down from her hips and out of her ass marveling at how she had the perfect ass. No blemishes, no dimples. Just high, plump and round. I spread her cheeks to run my tongue down her crack. I noticed that she couldn’t stop shaking. I took that as a good thing.
Palming her ass, I reached around to stimulate her clit and found that her box was leaking…heavily. I felt lightheaded at how wet she was and stood up turning her around to face me. She reached up to grab my face, placing her mouth on mine. Her mouth was soft and hot and she kissed me with an urgency that I fully understood. Her tongue danced with mine before she sucked my bottom lip into her mouth, moaning softly. It was as if she needed me in these moments. Unfastening her bra, I pushed her back onto the bed, I backed away from her to admire and to take my tee off and come out of my jeans. She stretched her arms up and out moaning slightly as she watched me disrobe. I just couldn’t believe how sexy this woman was. She was perfectly proportioned and what was even better was that she wanted ME of all people. Spreading her legs open, I ran my tongue from the bottom of her pussy to the top…stopping to play with handlebar that sparkled on her clit. I ran tiny circles around it dropping back down slightly to catch the waves that flowed from her. I devoured her pussy, savoring the taste and the wetness. Even her fucking box was sexy...and fat as fuck. Her moans became louder and her voice more raspy as she trembled from my touch. The sound of her voice was making my dick feel like it was about to explode.
She sat up and grabbed my face bringing it to hers as she kissed me, savoring her own taste on my lips.
Watching his dick free itself from his boxer briefs, I inhaled sharply at how big it was. How thick it was. I couldn’t stop staring at it. It was a masterpiece. I wanted to mold it and take it home with me. I wanted him in my mouth. Stat. He had other plans though. Spreading my legs and going to town on my pussy like it was his Last Supper had my vision fading. Everything was hazy. I felt waves of pleasure riding through me that I couldn’t control even if I wanted to. The word LOVE came to the forefront of my mind. He was seducing me and I loved it. I craved it. I craved him. The tricks he played on my clit bar was driving me infuckingsane. I couldn’t move due to the grip he had on my waist forcing me to remain in the spot I was in on the bed. It was as if my box had him in a trance. His eyes were closed as I watched his bald head bob up and down. He then slid his tongue into my box letting his tongue pulsate in between my walls. I almost passed out. I didn’t want to pass out. I mustered up enough energy to sit up and grab his head up out of the wet zone and pulled his face to mine. He kissed me like he owned me. He did. I wanted him to. I savored my flavor on his lips, kissing away my juices on his chin. He moaned something in what seemed to be in the Language of Lust before dropping his head down to catch a nipple in his mouth, nibbling just hard enough to make my pussy start to flow twice as hard.
I couldn’t take this.
I pushed him back up off of me and he stood up at the edge of the bed and I slid to him, coming face to face with King Cock. Oh my God…it was just marvelous. I felt him looking at me as my mouth came into contact with the head of his dick. He moaned and shivered immediately. I tried to slide my mouth down over his cock and had to re-adjust to his Highness – I mean his thickness. He filled my mouth completely. As pre-cum oozed out of him, I began to go to work…gripping the base of his dick, squeezing in a circular motion while sliding my uber wet mouth up and down over him. I heard him responding to me vaguely as I began to zone out. I didn’t hear a thing but the sound of his dick hitting the back of my throat. I realized I was dripping down my leg and stopped. I needed to be plugged up with this grade A piece of meat. I stood up in front of him and he bent to kiss me. I melted into a lifeless form. He kissed me with such conviction that I wanted to have him. I needed to have him. I wanted him to be mine. I pulled away to look at him and he turned me around kissing me on the top of my shoulder before bending me over the side of the bed and spreading my cheeks before entering his tongue.
When she put me in her mouth, I was conflicted with thoughts of tasting her again and how good she felt on me. She was sucking me like she was trying to prove a point. She was focused. So focused that I felt like I wasn’t even there. It was like it was just her and my cock in the room. I began to zone out myself as I grabbed the back of her head forcing my dick further down her throat. She moaned and kept going. I could tell she enjoyed this. That she enjoyed me. I hadn’t felt this way…so rowled up…in such a long time. I didn’t want this feeling, whatever it was, to end.
It was euphoric.
I felt her tongue making small circle around the tip of my head while she slid me in and out of her mouth. It was like her hands and her mouth were making magic. She eased up off of me and stood. Turning around and bending her over the bed, I needed to get back to what I loved doing to her. Call me what you want but everything ON her tasted good. I felt like I needed to plant something while I ate her ass out. She squirmed and screamed in pleasure at the same time trying to get away from my tongue.
No deal sweetheart, you’re mine right now.
I flipped her back over and her face was that of pure lust…eyes half-closed, her hands wandering across her breasts and stomach…she looked so sexy I couldn’t stand it. She was beautiful. I slid my fingers into her stunned at how wet she was. She was like a running faucet. I was extremely turned on as I somehow got a condom on and climbed up and over her. She looked away as I lay in a plank position over her. She wanted me inside of her. It was all she was thinking about. I wanted to savor this moment before entering her a few moments more. I kissed her on the side of her neck as my dick seemed to be drawn to her box by a magnetic pull. I reached down to position my dick at the tip of her entry zone as she tilted her hips toward me. I mumbled something incomprehensible as I slid inside of her. I almost blacked out at her tightness. I couldn’t stop saying “Oh my God” if I wanted to. She stretched her legs up and around my waist pulling me deep inside of her while whispering “Gimme” in my ear. Palming her ass, I stroked deeper into her, fading to black as her screams grew louder. She spread her legs outward and held them there while I continued to dig her back out. She held tighter as she spread wider. I loved it all. I loved everything that was her.
As he dug me out all I could think about was riding him. I NEEDED to. I kept my eyes closed at the tears welling. He felt that good. Dammit I’m not ashamed. He was putting it on me. He was lovin’ me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and squeezed as he stroked in and out causing him to moan loader. Fuck this. I pushed him off of me and told him to get on his back. Do you think he listened? Hell no. This was his show.
*Blinkblink*
Ok fine.
He turned me around and pushed me back onto the bed. I got into doggie position and screamed when he entered me from behind. He filled me up and felt like he was trying to lengthen my canal an extra few inches with his cock. I bounced up and down on his cock with such force that I felt me knock him back a couple of times. He was going to take it. Just like I was taking it from him. Feeling my ass bounce against him made me hornier and I hopped off demanding that he lay down. You think he listened?
He pushed me flat on my stomach, pushing my legs closed and entered me from behind again. I tried to squeeze the life out of his dick. He felt it and said that I would make him cum like that. I wasn’t even trying to hear him. I was in a trance from the feeling of his thickness sliding in and out of the wetness and the slurpy sound it was making. Gripping the sheets I began to cum, shaking like I was having a seizure. I felt his mouth on my back as he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me back toward him. Moments later I heard him say he was about to cum and I put the extra squeeze on his dick while he let out a roar at the same time he exploded.
I lay there for a few moments trying to catch my breath and hearing Bilal again. I hadn’t heard him since I’d arrived. Bilal was the perfect score to this story. He had walked into the bathroom to clean up and I got up and started to jump up and down on the bed remembering how he had once told me how soft and comfy it was. There I was jumping up and down on his bed, tits and ass all over the place, singing my ass off to Bilal. I felt good. In that moment I was happy. He was looking at me shaking his head laughing at me. I’m positive he found me amusing.
He’d climbed back into the bed and I took a comfy position laying on him while we talked about a variety of things. I knew I had to go because we both had to be up early in the morning but…I didn’t want to. I wanted to sleep next to him. I wanted him to fall asleep with me in his arms. I wanted him to kiss me on the back of my neck right before passing out. I wanted him to tell me not to leave in more ways than one.
But I did leave, after refusing to let him pay for my cab. I needed to walk a bit to clear my head. As the cool air hit my face and ruffled my already fucked up hair, I couldn’t stop the tear that escaped and wondered if I’d ever see him again.
He got me fucked up right now.
© 2010 Farrah Barnes
I was directed to the elevator bank by the leggy blond who greeted me at the door. I stepped on the elevator that seemed to be waiting for me and pressed fourteen. I sat on the mini leather bench and did a quick breath check…realizing I was sitting on a LEATHER BENCH in an ELEVATOR. Snazzy indeed. I glanced at my reflection in the blackened mirrored walls and smoothed my hair down as the elevator doors opened and I stepped off. I cautiously looked at the doors in search of room six. Finding it, I stood in front of the door struggling to calm the fuck down. I didn’t know what the fuck my deal was because this nervousness thing was not me. At. All.
I lightly rapped on the door three times and waited. I heard some fumbling with the lock and the door opened halfway. I was greeted with a smile that showed his beautiful teeth and dimples. I immediately started rambling about not finding the entrance and when I paused to breathe I realized that Bilal’s Airtight’s Revenge was playing softly on his ipod dock. I’d been listening to that album non-stop since it came out a few weeks prior. I finally looked him in his face and saw laughter dancing in his milk chocolate brown eyes. Damn. He was so beautiful to me that I could hardly stand to look at him. There I was, in a swanky hotel room with a beautiful man and Bilal playing in the background. What more could I ever ask for?
I came out of my Wellies and socks and found my tablet in my bag and asked him if he was ready to write. He was supposed to help me on a project I was working on. He laughed and rubbed his head and said “Let’s do it.” He had this permanent grin on his face it seemed. I sat in the chair at the desk by the window that had a great view of the Empire State building. He sat on the edge of the bed and waited on me. He was two feet away from me and I swear for the life of me I was going to make myself look at him. But just not yet.
He’d asked if we should start with an outline and I laughed and said that it wasn’t necessary and that he just write whatever comes to mind and it can be cleaned up later. Pun not intended. He wasn’t sure what to say so I started jotting things down and trying not to concentrate so much on All Matter that was currently playing. I looked up at him…FINALLY...and he was staring at me intently…purposefully.
I opened my mouth to ask him a question and started stuttering. STUTTERING. WHO the fuck DOES that besides Stuttering Stanley? I’m blushing just thinking about it. He didn’t laugh at me or anything like that. He just smiled. I’m sure he was amused but was being a gentleman. I decided to shut my mouth.
I couldn’t believe that she was here in my room. I could tell she was nervous. She was rambling and refused to look at me for more than a few seconds at a time. I laughed to myself. I was a tad nervous myself but had to put my game face on. I was extremely attracted to her. She’s unbelievably sexy and I’ve tried to kind of ignore that but it kind of wasn’t working. She looked a tad bit tired but it played well with her nervousness. I figured I’d just let her get it out and just listened to her talk about her being lost outside and about writing. She had the cutest nose and a mouth that I wanted to taste. She looked intent as she began to write in her notebook and I couldn’t resist touching her. I moved further off the edge of the bed closer to her reaching out to run my fingers up and down one of her shins, reaching around to caress her calf. She felt strong…solid. I could barely concentrate on anything else except feeling her skin through her clothes. I heard her ask me for two things to write down and I immediately responded with “Sexy…” She laughed and said that she needed more than that.
“I’m thinking about how much fun this would be without your shirt and with your jeans off…”
She looked at him and bit her lip, placed her pencil in her notebook closing it, and stood up. She walked a couple of paces away from him and took her shirt off.
“Damn.”
She was beyond sexy. Her stomach was tight, her arms were nicely toned and her tattoos looked really good on her. I couldn’t stop staring at her. Her B cups were baiting me to tear her wine colored bra off of her but I restrained myself…taking her all in. I admired her shirtless and fought the urge to kiss her.
I stood there, still nervous as fuck in my bra and jeans looking at him.
“More fun with no clothes huh?”
He was silent as he stood up and walked around behind me wrapping his hands around my waist to unfasten my braided belt. My body began to shiver at his touch. He unbuttoned my Levi’s and I shimmied so he could slide them off of my behind and down to my ankles. I giggled at his slight struggle to get them from off of my calves. Years of running will do that to you.
Stepping out of my jeans I began to tremble a bit harder. I was trying to remain calm but the coolness of the room and the warmth of his body so close to me had me about to lose it. I backed up a couple of paces so he could get a better look at me. In one step, he closed that gap and leaned down placed his full, succulent lips on the side of my neck. I closed my eyes as the kisses dropped down the side of my neck to my collarbone and over to the top of my shoulder. He wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me into him. I let my hands lightly find their way up the back of his arms and up into the short sleeves of his white tee. His skin felt like satin. He felt too good. His lips felt like they were trying to tell me a story. They made a trail back across my collarbone, back up the side of my neck, making a stop at my ear lobe and back to the side of my face. I wanted his mouth on mine. I pulled back to get a visual of his mouth but it had other plans as it made its way across my nose, to the other side of my face telling a story on the other side of my neck, collarbone and shoulder. I brought my hands up to his shoulders…trying to feel every part of his skin on the way to the back of his head as my breath started to quicken.
As my kisses dropped across her opposite collarbone I felt my jeans becoming extremely tight around my cock. Though I really wanted her box on my face, I felt the need to try and taste everything on her. She felt so good on my arms that I started to loose myself in her essence. I was addicted to her. She had no idea how much. Shit, I didn’t even know how much until this very moment. Something this good was bound to be bad for me, but I what i knew was that I had to have her.
I walked around behind her showering her back and shoulders with kisses. I adored her skin. I loved the way she felt beneath my lips and in my arms. I left a trail from the base of her neck down the middle of her spine to the base of her back causing her body to shiver violently. I pulled her thong down from her hips and out of her ass marveling at how she had the perfect ass. No blemishes, no dimples. Just high, plump and round. I spread her cheeks to run my tongue down her crack. I noticed that she couldn’t stop shaking. I took that as a good thing.
Palming her ass, I reached around to stimulate her clit and found that her box was leaking…heavily. I felt lightheaded at how wet she was and stood up turning her around to face me. She reached up to grab my face, placing her mouth on mine. Her mouth was soft and hot and she kissed me with an urgency that I fully understood. Her tongue danced with mine before she sucked my bottom lip into her mouth, moaning softly. It was as if she needed me in these moments. Unfastening her bra, I pushed her back onto the bed, I backed away from her to admire and to take my tee off and come out of my jeans. She stretched her arms up and out moaning slightly as she watched me disrobe. I just couldn’t believe how sexy this woman was. She was perfectly proportioned and what was even better was that she wanted ME of all people. Spreading her legs open, I ran my tongue from the bottom of her pussy to the top…stopping to play with handlebar that sparkled on her clit. I ran tiny circles around it dropping back down slightly to catch the waves that flowed from her. I devoured her pussy, savoring the taste and the wetness. Even her fucking box was sexy...and fat as fuck. Her moans became louder and her voice more raspy as she trembled from my touch. The sound of her voice was making my dick feel like it was about to explode.
She sat up and grabbed my face bringing it to hers as she kissed me, savoring her own taste on my lips.
Watching his dick free itself from his boxer briefs, I inhaled sharply at how big it was. How thick it was. I couldn’t stop staring at it. It was a masterpiece. I wanted to mold it and take it home with me. I wanted him in my mouth. Stat. He had other plans though. Spreading my legs and going to town on my pussy like it was his Last Supper had my vision fading. Everything was hazy. I felt waves of pleasure riding through me that I couldn’t control even if I wanted to. The word LOVE came to the forefront of my mind. He was seducing me and I loved it. I craved it. I craved him. The tricks he played on my clit bar was driving me infuckingsane. I couldn’t move due to the grip he had on my waist forcing me to remain in the spot I was in on the bed. It was as if my box had him in a trance. His eyes were closed as I watched his bald head bob up and down. He then slid his tongue into my box letting his tongue pulsate in between my walls. I almost passed out. I didn’t want to pass out. I mustered up enough energy to sit up and grab his head up out of the wet zone and pulled his face to mine. He kissed me like he owned me. He did. I wanted him to. I savored my flavor on his lips, kissing away my juices on his chin. He moaned something in what seemed to be in the Language of Lust before dropping his head down to catch a nipple in his mouth, nibbling just hard enough to make my pussy start to flow twice as hard.
I couldn’t take this.
I pushed him back up off of me and he stood up at the edge of the bed and I slid to him, coming face to face with King Cock. Oh my God…it was just marvelous. I felt him looking at me as my mouth came into contact with the head of his dick. He moaned and shivered immediately. I tried to slide my mouth down over his cock and had to re-adjust to his Highness – I mean his thickness. He filled my mouth completely. As pre-cum oozed out of him, I began to go to work…gripping the base of his dick, squeezing in a circular motion while sliding my uber wet mouth up and down over him. I heard him responding to me vaguely as I began to zone out. I didn’t hear a thing but the sound of his dick hitting the back of my throat. I realized I was dripping down my leg and stopped. I needed to be plugged up with this grade A piece of meat. I stood up in front of him and he bent to kiss me. I melted into a lifeless form. He kissed me with such conviction that I wanted to have him. I needed to have him. I wanted him to be mine. I pulled away to look at him and he turned me around kissing me on the top of my shoulder before bending me over the side of the bed and spreading my cheeks before entering his tongue.
When she put me in her mouth, I was conflicted with thoughts of tasting her again and how good she felt on me. She was sucking me like she was trying to prove a point. She was focused. So focused that I felt like I wasn’t even there. It was like it was just her and my cock in the room. I began to zone out myself as I grabbed the back of her head forcing my dick further down her throat. She moaned and kept going. I could tell she enjoyed this. That she enjoyed me. I hadn’t felt this way…so rowled up…in such a long time. I didn’t want this feeling, whatever it was, to end.
It was euphoric.
I felt her tongue making small circle around the tip of my head while she slid me in and out of her mouth. It was like her hands and her mouth were making magic. She eased up off of me and stood. Turning around and bending her over the bed, I needed to get back to what I loved doing to her. Call me what you want but everything ON her tasted good. I felt like I needed to plant something while I ate her ass out. She squirmed and screamed in pleasure at the same time trying to get away from my tongue.
No deal sweetheart, you’re mine right now.
I flipped her back over and her face was that of pure lust…eyes half-closed, her hands wandering across her breasts and stomach…she looked so sexy I couldn’t stand it. She was beautiful. I slid my fingers into her stunned at how wet she was. She was like a running faucet. I was extremely turned on as I somehow got a condom on and climbed up and over her. She looked away as I lay in a plank position over her. She wanted me inside of her. It was all she was thinking about. I wanted to savor this moment before entering her a few moments more. I kissed her on the side of her neck as my dick seemed to be drawn to her box by a magnetic pull. I reached down to position my dick at the tip of her entry zone as she tilted her hips toward me. I mumbled something incomprehensible as I slid inside of her. I almost blacked out at her tightness. I couldn’t stop saying “Oh my God” if I wanted to. She stretched her legs up and around my waist pulling me deep inside of her while whispering “Gimme” in my ear. Palming her ass, I stroked deeper into her, fading to black as her screams grew louder. She spread her legs outward and held them there while I continued to dig her back out. She held tighter as she spread wider. I loved it all. I loved everything that was her.
As he dug me out all I could think about was riding him. I NEEDED to. I kept my eyes closed at the tears welling. He felt that good. Dammit I’m not ashamed. He was putting it on me. He was lovin’ me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and squeezed as he stroked in and out causing him to moan loader. Fuck this. I pushed him off of me and told him to get on his back. Do you think he listened? Hell no. This was his show.
*Blinkblink*
Ok fine.
He turned me around and pushed me back onto the bed. I got into doggie position and screamed when he entered me from behind. He filled me up and felt like he was trying to lengthen my canal an extra few inches with his cock. I bounced up and down on his cock with such force that I felt me knock him back a couple of times. He was going to take it. Just like I was taking it from him. Feeling my ass bounce against him made me hornier and I hopped off demanding that he lay down. You think he listened?
He pushed me flat on my stomach, pushing my legs closed and entered me from behind again. I tried to squeeze the life out of his dick. He felt it and said that I would make him cum like that. I wasn’t even trying to hear him. I was in a trance from the feeling of his thickness sliding in and out of the wetness and the slurpy sound it was making. Gripping the sheets I began to cum, shaking like I was having a seizure. I felt his mouth on my back as he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me back toward him. Moments later I heard him say he was about to cum and I put the extra squeeze on his dick while he let out a roar at the same time he exploded.
I lay there for a few moments trying to catch my breath and hearing Bilal again. I hadn’t heard him since I’d arrived. Bilal was the perfect score to this story. He had walked into the bathroom to clean up and I got up and started to jump up and down on the bed remembering how he had once told me how soft and comfy it was. There I was jumping up and down on his bed, tits and ass all over the place, singing my ass off to Bilal. I felt good. In that moment I was happy. He was looking at me shaking his head laughing at me. I’m positive he found me amusing.
He’d climbed back into the bed and I took a comfy position laying on him while we talked about a variety of things. I knew I had to go because we both had to be up early in the morning but…I didn’t want to. I wanted to sleep next to him. I wanted him to fall asleep with me in his arms. I wanted him to kiss me on the back of my neck right before passing out. I wanted him to tell me not to leave in more ways than one.
But I did leave, after refusing to let him pay for my cab. I needed to walk a bit to clear my head. As the cool air hit my face and ruffled my already fucked up hair, I couldn’t stop the tear that escaped and wondered if I’d ever see him again.
He got me fucked up right now.
© 2010 Farrah Barnes
Friday, September 10, 2010
Nice to Meet You ~ Une Part
Seeing her for the first time he stood a few feet away from her just to take her in. He knew the crisp scent of ‘Clean’ belonged to the tall, leggy woman with the chestnut colored pixie and Wayfarers sitting on the tip of her nose who was rummaging through the vintage racks in search of something that would catch her eye. He continued to take her in…letting his eyes drift from her perfectly french pedicured toes enveloped in her three-inch stilettos, up past her slender ankles and up her toned, bronzed thighs…meeting the short hem of her summer dress. She looked so intent on whatever it was she was looking for that he almost didn’t want to interrupt her. He slowly walked over to her, noticing the filigree gold chain sparkle around her neck. Standing behind her, in one motion he wrapped his hands around her waist and placed his lips on her bare collarbone. She tensed at his touch, but relaxed into him a moment later as a soft moan escaped her lips.
Her scent was intoxicating and he wanted nothing more than to caress and explore her body at length but it would have to wait.
“Nice to meet you too” she murmured as she turned to face him. She looked up into his eyes admiring the hazel flecks that didn’t come across in the photos that she’d had of him. She tried to look away but his gaze held hers…his eyes filled with passion…and questions…and wonderment…
She pulled her gaze away from his to look at him from head to toe. He was about 6’1” and weighed about 160 pounds and had skin that seemed to glow beneath his toffee tone. He had a slim, athletic frame but could tell he worked out. Seemingly he was the perfect…everything.
She brought her gaze back up to his face and stared at his chiseled features.
“Ooh those cheekbones” she whispered…”those lips…” He had the most perfect mouth. She couldn’t stop staring at it as he smiled at her, showing teeth that were so beautiful she suddenly felt as if she had to floss…brush…or do something. In one motion she’d stepped back into his space, wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and placed her lips gently on his, pressing her body into his, fitting perfectly. A low groan emitted from the bottom of his throat as he wrapped his hands back around her waist. He felt himself harden at her lips on his and desperately wished they were anywhere but in that store.
“Are you finding everything ok?”
A high-pitched voice that was very reminiscent of Rosie Perez pierced the air. They both jumped out of their euphoric zone and responded with “Yea, we’re good..” in unison. The young lady held her gaze a touch too long on him when Kennedy cut her gaze short sharply saying “We were just leaving,” as she grabbed Carter’s hand and led him out of the vintage shop.
She was nearly skipping out of the shop and he had to lengthen his stride to keep up with her. Once outside she turned to him, grinning, showing a set of the most beautiful teeth he’s ever seen on a woman. “Your pics do you no justice Ms. Graham.” Her grin was contagious as he wished he could stop smiling at her. He wasn’t used to smiling so damned much.
She was so fucking excited to see him in person that she couldn’t even think straight. She couldn’t believe that they were actually face-to-face and he was so much more yummy in person.
He’d asked her if she’d eaten and but she was so lost in thoughts of him in her hotel room naked climbing on top of her stripping her of her sundress, that she didn’t hear him.
He bust out laughing and pulled her hand alongside him asking where she’d parked her car. She blushed and pointed down the block. She was trying her best to pay attention…to lip read…to do anything to stay focused but after three months of bonding through talking via phone and texting and emailing, to have him in the flesh was a bit scary and exhilarating at the same time. She’d wanted him with such fervor that it was all she could think about.
“STOP!”
The sharpness in his voice jolted her attention back to the present. His stern face broke into a wide grin. Looking intently at her mouth he whispered “Later….this is your first time in Atlanta, let me at least ATTEMPT to show you around.” He kissed her lips and waited until she pulled her car keys out of her purse and took them from her. He walked around to unlock her door, opening it so she could get in. She blushed at his chivalry.
She got in as he closed her door and unlocked the passenger side for him. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him and noticed his back muscles stretching through his bright white v-necked tee. She couldn’t help but to grab the back of his neck and pull his mouth to hers, softly grabbing his lower lip in between her teeth. He responded immediately by sliding a hand up her thigh and to her box. Realizing she didn’t have any panties on he stopped abruptly in surprise and bust out laughing.
“Damn babe, it’s like that?!”
With her cheeks turning crimson she replied with a defiant “What?! It’s like a hundred degrees outside!!!” He noted the sparkle in her eyes and pulled his hand back because he knew that if this kept on, they’d be in the back seat and he didn’t necessarily have that in mind for their first time together.
“I’m parked around the corner so you can follow me out.”
She pulled out and drove around the corner. He pointed to a little black sports car on the left to which she pulled up behind.
After he got in and pulled off with her behind him she pressed play on her ipod to hear the angelic voice of Janelle Monae’s ‘Say You’ll Go’. Truth be told she was scared to death of what could happen between them and what would happen between them. She’d met him on a social networking site through mutual interests and they just kind of hit it off. They exchanged contact information and before she knew it, they’d be in contact with each other pretty much every day whether via text, call, or email. She found herself looking forward to his text messages and wanted more of him…in the physical form. After hearing so many great things about his hometown she decided to take a long weekend trip down there to see him of course but to also get away from New York for a little bit. Despite his insisting that she stay at his condo, she refused. She was too nervous.
As he led her away from Little 5 Points, he caught himself grinning in his rearview mirror. She was so fucking sexy he could hardly stand it. Of course they’d known what they’d looked like but nothing compares to meeting in person. She was quite the woman with her flawless face and beautiful smile. That smile was so much more vibrant in person. He didn’t know what to expect but all he knew was that he was open. After repairing his heart for three years after a traumatic break-up he felt ready to have a woman by his side. He’d never met one via the internet before but he felt as if it had to be a reason why he and Kennedy crossed paths…they got along almost too well…which worried him slightly. He’d reached Buckhead and pulled into the front of a restaurant where a valet was waiting to park vehicles. Kennedy pulled in behind him. She was quite the driver, she stayed with him the entire time…even as he dodged in and out of traffic. After requesting to the valet the park their cars together he walked over to her.
“I hope you are hungry and I hope this place is as good as I hear, because I’ve never been here before.” She laughed as she took his arm and they walked into a polished den of sorts called Davio’s Steakhouse. The maitre’d greeted them warmly and asked if they’d like a table or to head to the bar to start. Carter looked at Kennedy for a response and agreed that the bar was fine as they headed to the giant wraparound bar to the left of the maitre’d.
Two hours later after a vintage bottle of Bordeaux and a magnificent dinner of pasta for the lady and steak for the gentleman, Kennedy and Carter exited the restaurant holding hands smiling but each in their own thoughts for a moment. Kennedy was buzzed and really did not want to drive. Carter read her mind immediately.
“Babe, do you want to leave your car here and we can come fetch it in the morning?”
“Sounds like a plan.” she said with a smile, noting that he’d called her ‘Babe’ for the first time. He excused himself to tell the valet that they needed to leave one car here until the morning, tipping him handsomely. The valet brought the sports car up front and after securing her into the passenger side, he ran around to get in the car.
He turned to look at her.
“Are you ok with coming to my place Ms. Graham?...”
he asked with a seriousness in his voice. He prayed that she would say it was ok but would be ok if she wanted to go back to her hotel. He knew she was a little inebriated and didn’t want to persuade her or to have her think that he was persuading her in any way.
She looked out of the window for a moment knowing with all of her soul she wanted to go home with him. She was slightly afraid though. All of this seemed too good to be true. They were the same age, he was single with no kids, straight, and seemingly perfect in person. “What gives?” she wondered to herself. “Fuck it, I’m going to be open for once” she said to herself. She looked at him with such passion in her eyes and responded with a soft “Yes, I am ok going to your place, babe.” She saw a sparkle in his eyes before he turned to put the car in drive and drive away from the restaurant.
Pulling up into his parking lot, he glanced over to her and she had dozed off and was sound asleep. One of her spaghetti straps had fallen off of her shoulder and after parking and turning the car off he leaned over to kiss her bare shoulder thinking that he could not wait to have her in his bed. She looked so peaceful he didn’t want to wake her so instead he took one of her hands in his and held it running his thumb over the back of her hand in small circles. After a few moments she began to stir and opened her eyes and tried to register where she was. He was silent, still holding her hand as she got her bearings together. She looked over at him and realized that she’d fallen asleep and didn’t want to wake her and her heart fluttered. Shaking her head she smiled a goofy grin.
“You could have awaken me…”
“Never…”
He picked her hand up to his lips and kissed the back of it softly before placing it back on her lap and getting out of the car. Walking around to her side he opened her door and leaned down to take her hand to assist her out of the car. Grabbing her bag she happily obliged. Following his lead she savored the cool breeze fluttering across her face and lifting her dress up from behind but she didn’t care. It was dark out but the building he lived in was illuminated by ground spotlights surrounding the property. She liked it.
He led her into the building where the doorman greeted them with “Good evening Mr. Barnes, lovely evening?” He nodded at Kennedy as Carter responded with “One of my best Mr. Williams and yourself?” Mr. Williams smiled. “Ofcourse…have a good night Sir." Carter smiled a thank you and led Kennedy onto the elevator. He punched a three-digit code into the number pad and pressed the button that read PH. He looked over at her and was completely comforted by the fact that if she was nervous she sure as hell didn’t look it. He met her eyes and looked at her. His gaze dropped to her nipples that were gently pressing through the thin fabric of her dress and he reached over to palm her right breast softly before taking her nipple in between his thumb and forefinger through her dress. As he gently rubbed his thumb over the tip she inhaled sharply…enjoying his touch. She didn’t know what to do other than stand there and a moment later the elevator stopped and the doors opened.
They stepped out into a dimly lit hallway and he leaned down to loosen his Chuck Taylors and placing them on a round throw rug that was off to the side of the walkway. He turned to her leaning down to remove her sandals for her and placing them next to his shoes. He took her hand and led her behind him down the carpeted hallway. She looked at the walls and was intrigued by the art that decorated them. She was impressed at the variety of Impressionism, Realism, and Contemporary pieces. Everything was dimly lit and at the end of the hallway he stopped in front of a door and pushed it open for her and slide the light panel up to brighten the powder room for her. He chuckled before saying “ Not sure if you need to use it but…” She blushed before walking in saying “thank you” as he pulled the door behind him.
He walked into the kitchen and wondered if she wanted anything to munch on. As he stood with the double doors on his fridge open trying to figure out what to take out he heard her footsteps on the marbled kitchen floors. He turned to see her completely naked and almost fainted.
“I was trying to uhh…umm…figure out if you uhh…”
He licked his lips, forgetting about munchies for a moment and walked over to her, pulling her into his arms dropping his mouth onto hers with such conviction he felt like she was completely his already.
She responded by returning the kiss with a matched intensity wrapping her arms around his neck letting her tongue explore his within the walls of his warm, honeyed mouth. He grabbed her tongue fully into his mouth and began to suck on it. Her tongue vibrated in his mouth as he picked her up from her waist. She wrapped her legs around his waist becoming starved for him. She wanted him. She needed him inside of her. Now.
Their kisses became harder and faster as he padded through the kitchen and down another hall and into the master bedroom. Like everything else…it was dimly lit. He walked over to his bed and laid her on top. Separating from her she was left breathless and wanting more of him. She watched him through her hazy eyes as he disrobed. She was hypnotized by his definition in his chest as he stretched up to remove his tee. Through the dimly lit room she could see that his body was to die for.
She watched hid fingers deftly unbutton his button fly slim fit trousers. She loved that he was so simply chic. With his pants dropping to his ankles her attention as focused on the extreme bulge protruding from his boxer briefs. She wanted him in her mouth. She sat up to go to him. Freeing his hardened cock, he pulled his briefs down and let them fall to his ankles as well. Stepping out of both he climbed up on top of her gently pushing her back on to the bed. He breathing was labored and felt as if she were going to go mad if she didn’t have him within the next several moments.
As much as he wanted to just plunge into her with the fury of three hundred Spartans he willed himself to take his time with her. He rested himself in a plank position above her, letting his dick graze her landing strip. His dick was so hard that it hurt but he refused to give in just yet. He brought his head down letting his tongue graze her left nipple and lazily creating a moist path over to her right. Her back arched in anticipation while she let out soft moans grabbing his ears. He made a trail with his tongue up the middle of her chest and up the middle of her throat as her back remained arched and her head was thrown back. He left a kiss on the bottom of her chin before grabbing a piece of her neck in between his teeth and sucking on it a tad harder than he probably should have. She let out a hiss of pleasure and pain and spread her legs underneath him, positioning her soaked box under his cock. While he continued to suck on her neck he reached down to her box and slid a finger over her clit. He gasped at how unbelievably wet she was. He used his middle finger to rub tiny circles over it causing her body to shiver softly at first. He added pressure and her body began to violently shake as if she were having a seizure. She was trying to say something but was too enraptured in her desire for him.
He reached down to palm her box.
“My God….” he whispered. It was so beautifully fat that he couldn’t take it anymore he needed to feel her. He lowered his pelvis down and let the tip of his dick meet her clit. He clit was throbbing and he felt it. He slid in so that just the tip of his head was immersed into her Falls. Her body was shaking violently and she grabbed up to wrap her arms around him pulling him flush against her. He slid all the way into her, breathless at how she felt like silk. Fully enveloped in her he lay still on top of her pulling back slightly to look at her face. She was glistening and her eyes had fallen halfway shut in her lust for him.
She began to squeeze her walls around him.
Teasing him.
Inviting him.
To do something….
Anything.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and began pulsing her hips back and forth against his. He immediately picked up her rhythm and began to pump slow, strong, purposeful strokes into her, deepening with each stroke. She opened wider for him, expanding and revealing more of her soul… and more of her heart to him…
He looked into her eyes as she spread her self wider and saw hints of vulnerability and fear. He knew she was scared. He could never tell by just looking, but her eyes said it all. He didn’t imagine he could hurt this woman. Ever.
Her eyes closed as he stroked and he leaned up, dick still inside, to get an aerial view. Her breasts were nectarined sized with the sexiest nipples that stood at attention begging for his touch. Her skin was flawless with the occasional smattering of beauty marks here and there. Just looking at her was making him harder inside of her. He lifted her spread legs up into the air and began to stroke inside her with such force that she began to cry out in pain. He began to black out as he heard her screams of “YES!” and he picked up the pace as he began to feel his balls harden. He let her legs go dropping back over her while he felt like he was trying to dig a hole through her. Tears began to fill his eyes as he began to erupt inside of her. His screams bounced off the walls of the room as his screams drowned hers. His body began to shake as the cum exploded out of him and up through her walls. She managed to push him off and out of her while he was coming and jumped down to catch the rest of his juices in her mouth. She sucked as he grabbed the back of her head, forcing his dick down the back of her throat. She gagged but didn’t stop.
He was so thick, and so long, that she needed more of him…she’d sucked the rest of the cum out of him but he was still hard.
She looked up at him and began to go to work.
To be continued…
© 2010 Farrah Barnes
Her scent was intoxicating and he wanted nothing more than to caress and explore her body at length but it would have to wait.
“Nice to meet you too” she murmured as she turned to face him. She looked up into his eyes admiring the hazel flecks that didn’t come across in the photos that she’d had of him. She tried to look away but his gaze held hers…his eyes filled with passion…and questions…and wonderment…
She pulled her gaze away from his to look at him from head to toe. He was about 6’1” and weighed about 160 pounds and had skin that seemed to glow beneath his toffee tone. He had a slim, athletic frame but could tell he worked out. Seemingly he was the perfect…everything.
She brought her gaze back up to his face and stared at his chiseled features.
“Ooh those cheekbones” she whispered…”those lips…” He had the most perfect mouth. She couldn’t stop staring at it as he smiled at her, showing teeth that were so beautiful she suddenly felt as if she had to floss…brush…or do something. In one motion she’d stepped back into his space, wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and placed her lips gently on his, pressing her body into his, fitting perfectly. A low groan emitted from the bottom of his throat as he wrapped his hands back around her waist. He felt himself harden at her lips on his and desperately wished they were anywhere but in that store.
“Are you finding everything ok?”
A high-pitched voice that was very reminiscent of Rosie Perez pierced the air. They both jumped out of their euphoric zone and responded with “Yea, we’re good..” in unison. The young lady held her gaze a touch too long on him when Kennedy cut her gaze short sharply saying “We were just leaving,” as she grabbed Carter’s hand and led him out of the vintage shop.
She was nearly skipping out of the shop and he had to lengthen his stride to keep up with her. Once outside she turned to him, grinning, showing a set of the most beautiful teeth he’s ever seen on a woman. “Your pics do you no justice Ms. Graham.” Her grin was contagious as he wished he could stop smiling at her. He wasn’t used to smiling so damned much.
She was so fucking excited to see him in person that she couldn’t even think straight. She couldn’t believe that they were actually face-to-face and he was so much more yummy in person.
He’d asked her if she’d eaten and but she was so lost in thoughts of him in her hotel room naked climbing on top of her stripping her of her sundress, that she didn’t hear him.
He bust out laughing and pulled her hand alongside him asking where she’d parked her car. She blushed and pointed down the block. She was trying her best to pay attention…to lip read…to do anything to stay focused but after three months of bonding through talking via phone and texting and emailing, to have him in the flesh was a bit scary and exhilarating at the same time. She’d wanted him with such fervor that it was all she could think about.
“STOP!”
The sharpness in his voice jolted her attention back to the present. His stern face broke into a wide grin. Looking intently at her mouth he whispered “Later….this is your first time in Atlanta, let me at least ATTEMPT to show you around.” He kissed her lips and waited until she pulled her car keys out of her purse and took them from her. He walked around to unlock her door, opening it so she could get in. She blushed at his chivalry.
She got in as he closed her door and unlocked the passenger side for him. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him and noticed his back muscles stretching through his bright white v-necked tee. She couldn’t help but to grab the back of his neck and pull his mouth to hers, softly grabbing his lower lip in between her teeth. He responded immediately by sliding a hand up her thigh and to her box. Realizing she didn’t have any panties on he stopped abruptly in surprise and bust out laughing.
“Damn babe, it’s like that?!”
With her cheeks turning crimson she replied with a defiant “What?! It’s like a hundred degrees outside!!!” He noted the sparkle in her eyes and pulled his hand back because he knew that if this kept on, they’d be in the back seat and he didn’t necessarily have that in mind for their first time together.
“I’m parked around the corner so you can follow me out.”
She pulled out and drove around the corner. He pointed to a little black sports car on the left to which she pulled up behind.
After he got in and pulled off with her behind him she pressed play on her ipod to hear the angelic voice of Janelle Monae’s ‘Say You’ll Go’. Truth be told she was scared to death of what could happen between them and what would happen between them. She’d met him on a social networking site through mutual interests and they just kind of hit it off. They exchanged contact information and before she knew it, they’d be in contact with each other pretty much every day whether via text, call, or email. She found herself looking forward to his text messages and wanted more of him…in the physical form. After hearing so many great things about his hometown she decided to take a long weekend trip down there to see him of course but to also get away from New York for a little bit. Despite his insisting that she stay at his condo, she refused. She was too nervous.
As he led her away from Little 5 Points, he caught himself grinning in his rearview mirror. She was so fucking sexy he could hardly stand it. Of course they’d known what they’d looked like but nothing compares to meeting in person. She was quite the woman with her flawless face and beautiful smile. That smile was so much more vibrant in person. He didn’t know what to expect but all he knew was that he was open. After repairing his heart for three years after a traumatic break-up he felt ready to have a woman by his side. He’d never met one via the internet before but he felt as if it had to be a reason why he and Kennedy crossed paths…they got along almost too well…which worried him slightly. He’d reached Buckhead and pulled into the front of a restaurant where a valet was waiting to park vehicles. Kennedy pulled in behind him. She was quite the driver, she stayed with him the entire time…even as he dodged in and out of traffic. After requesting to the valet the park their cars together he walked over to her.
“I hope you are hungry and I hope this place is as good as I hear, because I’ve never been here before.” She laughed as she took his arm and they walked into a polished den of sorts called Davio’s Steakhouse. The maitre’d greeted them warmly and asked if they’d like a table or to head to the bar to start. Carter looked at Kennedy for a response and agreed that the bar was fine as they headed to the giant wraparound bar to the left of the maitre’d.
Two hours later after a vintage bottle of Bordeaux and a magnificent dinner of pasta for the lady and steak for the gentleman, Kennedy and Carter exited the restaurant holding hands smiling but each in their own thoughts for a moment. Kennedy was buzzed and really did not want to drive. Carter read her mind immediately.
“Babe, do you want to leave your car here and we can come fetch it in the morning?”
“Sounds like a plan.” she said with a smile, noting that he’d called her ‘Babe’ for the first time. He excused himself to tell the valet that they needed to leave one car here until the morning, tipping him handsomely. The valet brought the sports car up front and after securing her into the passenger side, he ran around to get in the car.
He turned to look at her.
“Are you ok with coming to my place Ms. Graham?...”
he asked with a seriousness in his voice. He prayed that she would say it was ok but would be ok if she wanted to go back to her hotel. He knew she was a little inebriated and didn’t want to persuade her or to have her think that he was persuading her in any way.
She looked out of the window for a moment knowing with all of her soul she wanted to go home with him. She was slightly afraid though. All of this seemed too good to be true. They were the same age, he was single with no kids, straight, and seemingly perfect in person. “What gives?” she wondered to herself. “Fuck it, I’m going to be open for once” she said to herself. She looked at him with such passion in her eyes and responded with a soft “Yes, I am ok going to your place, babe.” She saw a sparkle in his eyes before he turned to put the car in drive and drive away from the restaurant.
Pulling up into his parking lot, he glanced over to her and she had dozed off and was sound asleep. One of her spaghetti straps had fallen off of her shoulder and after parking and turning the car off he leaned over to kiss her bare shoulder thinking that he could not wait to have her in his bed. She looked so peaceful he didn’t want to wake her so instead he took one of her hands in his and held it running his thumb over the back of her hand in small circles. After a few moments she began to stir and opened her eyes and tried to register where she was. He was silent, still holding her hand as she got her bearings together. She looked over at him and realized that she’d fallen asleep and didn’t want to wake her and her heart fluttered. Shaking her head she smiled a goofy grin.
“You could have awaken me…”
“Never…”
He picked her hand up to his lips and kissed the back of it softly before placing it back on her lap and getting out of the car. Walking around to her side he opened her door and leaned down to take her hand to assist her out of the car. Grabbing her bag she happily obliged. Following his lead she savored the cool breeze fluttering across her face and lifting her dress up from behind but she didn’t care. It was dark out but the building he lived in was illuminated by ground spotlights surrounding the property. She liked it.
He led her into the building where the doorman greeted them with “Good evening Mr. Barnes, lovely evening?” He nodded at Kennedy as Carter responded with “One of my best Mr. Williams and yourself?” Mr. Williams smiled. “Ofcourse…have a good night Sir." Carter smiled a thank you and led Kennedy onto the elevator. He punched a three-digit code into the number pad and pressed the button that read PH. He looked over at her and was completely comforted by the fact that if she was nervous she sure as hell didn’t look it. He met her eyes and looked at her. His gaze dropped to her nipples that were gently pressing through the thin fabric of her dress and he reached over to palm her right breast softly before taking her nipple in between his thumb and forefinger through her dress. As he gently rubbed his thumb over the tip she inhaled sharply…enjoying his touch. She didn’t know what to do other than stand there and a moment later the elevator stopped and the doors opened.
They stepped out into a dimly lit hallway and he leaned down to loosen his Chuck Taylors and placing them on a round throw rug that was off to the side of the walkway. He turned to her leaning down to remove her sandals for her and placing them next to his shoes. He took her hand and led her behind him down the carpeted hallway. She looked at the walls and was intrigued by the art that decorated them. She was impressed at the variety of Impressionism, Realism, and Contemporary pieces. Everything was dimly lit and at the end of the hallway he stopped in front of a door and pushed it open for her and slide the light panel up to brighten the powder room for her. He chuckled before saying “ Not sure if you need to use it but…” She blushed before walking in saying “thank you” as he pulled the door behind him.
He walked into the kitchen and wondered if she wanted anything to munch on. As he stood with the double doors on his fridge open trying to figure out what to take out he heard her footsteps on the marbled kitchen floors. He turned to see her completely naked and almost fainted.
“I was trying to uhh…umm…figure out if you uhh…”
He licked his lips, forgetting about munchies for a moment and walked over to her, pulling her into his arms dropping his mouth onto hers with such conviction he felt like she was completely his already.
She responded by returning the kiss with a matched intensity wrapping her arms around his neck letting her tongue explore his within the walls of his warm, honeyed mouth. He grabbed her tongue fully into his mouth and began to suck on it. Her tongue vibrated in his mouth as he picked her up from her waist. She wrapped her legs around his waist becoming starved for him. She wanted him. She needed him inside of her. Now.
Their kisses became harder and faster as he padded through the kitchen and down another hall and into the master bedroom. Like everything else…it was dimly lit. He walked over to his bed and laid her on top. Separating from her she was left breathless and wanting more of him. She watched him through her hazy eyes as he disrobed. She was hypnotized by his definition in his chest as he stretched up to remove his tee. Through the dimly lit room she could see that his body was to die for.
She watched hid fingers deftly unbutton his button fly slim fit trousers. She loved that he was so simply chic. With his pants dropping to his ankles her attention as focused on the extreme bulge protruding from his boxer briefs. She wanted him in her mouth. She sat up to go to him. Freeing his hardened cock, he pulled his briefs down and let them fall to his ankles as well. Stepping out of both he climbed up on top of her gently pushing her back on to the bed. He breathing was labored and felt as if she were going to go mad if she didn’t have him within the next several moments.
As much as he wanted to just plunge into her with the fury of three hundred Spartans he willed himself to take his time with her. He rested himself in a plank position above her, letting his dick graze her landing strip. His dick was so hard that it hurt but he refused to give in just yet. He brought his head down letting his tongue graze her left nipple and lazily creating a moist path over to her right. Her back arched in anticipation while she let out soft moans grabbing his ears. He made a trail with his tongue up the middle of her chest and up the middle of her throat as her back remained arched and her head was thrown back. He left a kiss on the bottom of her chin before grabbing a piece of her neck in between his teeth and sucking on it a tad harder than he probably should have. She let out a hiss of pleasure and pain and spread her legs underneath him, positioning her soaked box under his cock. While he continued to suck on her neck he reached down to her box and slid a finger over her clit. He gasped at how unbelievably wet she was. He used his middle finger to rub tiny circles over it causing her body to shiver softly at first. He added pressure and her body began to violently shake as if she were having a seizure. She was trying to say something but was too enraptured in her desire for him.
He reached down to palm her box.
“My God….” he whispered. It was so beautifully fat that he couldn’t take it anymore he needed to feel her. He lowered his pelvis down and let the tip of his dick meet her clit. He clit was throbbing and he felt it. He slid in so that just the tip of his head was immersed into her Falls. Her body was shaking violently and she grabbed up to wrap her arms around him pulling him flush against her. He slid all the way into her, breathless at how she felt like silk. Fully enveloped in her he lay still on top of her pulling back slightly to look at her face. She was glistening and her eyes had fallen halfway shut in her lust for him.
She began to squeeze her walls around him.
Teasing him.
Inviting him.
To do something….
Anything.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and began pulsing her hips back and forth against his. He immediately picked up her rhythm and began to pump slow, strong, purposeful strokes into her, deepening with each stroke. She opened wider for him, expanding and revealing more of her soul… and more of her heart to him…
He looked into her eyes as she spread her self wider and saw hints of vulnerability and fear. He knew she was scared. He could never tell by just looking, but her eyes said it all. He didn’t imagine he could hurt this woman. Ever.
Her eyes closed as he stroked and he leaned up, dick still inside, to get an aerial view. Her breasts were nectarined sized with the sexiest nipples that stood at attention begging for his touch. Her skin was flawless with the occasional smattering of beauty marks here and there. Just looking at her was making him harder inside of her. He lifted her spread legs up into the air and began to stroke inside her with such force that she began to cry out in pain. He began to black out as he heard her screams of “YES!” and he picked up the pace as he began to feel his balls harden. He let her legs go dropping back over her while he felt like he was trying to dig a hole through her. Tears began to fill his eyes as he began to erupt inside of her. His screams bounced off the walls of the room as his screams drowned hers. His body began to shake as the cum exploded out of him and up through her walls. She managed to push him off and out of her while he was coming and jumped down to catch the rest of his juices in her mouth. She sucked as he grabbed the back of her head, forcing his dick down the back of her throat. She gagged but didn’t stop.
He was so thick, and so long, that she needed more of him…she’d sucked the rest of the cum out of him but he was still hard.
She looked up at him and began to go to work.
To be continued…
© 2010 Farrah Barnes
Thursday, July 15, 2010
A Guide to Eating The Box the RIGHT Way
Throughout my trysts I notice one thing. Men as a whole TRULY have no clue how to eat a box. There are definitely exceptions to this as I have had some that were so wonderfully excellent that my box jumps for joy just thinking about it. There are some dudes who have an absolute addiction to it and that’s cool too, just don’t try to skimp out on the dick because then we have problems. There are also dudes that seemingly don’t care to do it all. *insert horrific face here* I’m sure they had a bad experience with one *read – a nasty box*
*cringe*
There are dudes who do it just because they know you want it but don’t do it with any kind of personality. This could be because of reactions that they may have gotten in the past…women being to scared to tell them that they are doing it wrong and moan just because…causing the guy to think he’s doing an exceptional job – when In FACT, she’s just fueling this mortifying method and the next chick is going to have to suffer because she couldn’t man up and tell him – or ASSIST him in doing it the right way.
A dude that KNOWS he knows what he's doing is a turn on for me. Let me paint a picture for you.
He backed me into his bedroom, still lip locked, kissing me with such euphoric fervor that my knees began to tremble and a shiver of excitement ran down my spine. His hands firmly holding the small of my back as we padded to the California king-sized bed that was adorned with a multitude of pillows that accented the warm tones of the room. As the back of my calves came up against the side of the bed, he tightened his grip on me so I wouldn’t lose my balance. With our tongues still exploring each others mouths in delight he brought his hands to the back of my high-waisted skirt and unzipped it, gently tugging the skirt over my curvy hips. As the skirt gave way and dropped to the floor, he wrestled his mouth away from mine, his hands sliding down my thighs until he fell to his knees onto the carpet coming face to face with my freshly shaped airport landing strip. Feeling his breath on my box caused my knees to shake uncontrollably. He took notice and brought his hands to the back of my knees holding them until they relaxed. As I looked down at him, he looked up and winked at me before burying his nose into my clit and moaning at the greeting of my shea butter scent. He tried to say something but his voice cracked with desire the moment he opened his mouth. Placing both of my hands around the back of his head I pulled his face into me. His thick tongue met my clit with patience as he slowly flicked it at he tip of it, baiting me…teasing me. Moans escaped my throat despite my trying to quiet them. His tongue gyrated against the bottom of my clit and the top of vulva causing my entire body to tremble as I tried to push his head away. He tightened is grip around my legs pushing his tongue down and up into me. His lips closed around the top of my clit and stood still for a few moments. My chest was heaving with desire and my eyes were burning with tears from him feeling so good. He began to pulse his tongue between my walls slowly…silently. His tongue felt like it was riding a wave within my walls…back and forth, up and down…I squeezed my walls tighter around his tongue and he moaned. Pressing the ball of my foot against the crotch of his pants that were getting tighter every second – he grabbed the back of my ass pulling me further into his face if that was even possible. He slid his tongue out of my pussy tracing the outer lips around and around as my eyes rolled closed. He pressed his tongue against one side and pulsed his tongue against the lip seemingly trying to become one with it. I tried to call his name but was so stuck in desire I only spoke in tongues. He looked up into my eyes and moaned “Mmmhmm.” He went over to the other lip and did the same, all the while watching my face and body responding to his touch. He brought his tongue back to my center and rammed his tongue into me…this time not pulsing, but stroking. In and out…in and out. On the stroke out, he slurped my love out. The suckling sounds of him having this extraordinary conversation with my box caused my body to rock as I began to cum all over his mouth. He said nothing as he moaned and continued to suck it out. He stopped for a moment and pulled back and looked at me. His goatee was shiny with my juices and I longed to taste myself on his mouth. I reached down to pull his face up but he pulled away.
“No babe, not yet….”
My pussy was engorged and felt swollen and I desperately wanted cock. He stood up and unbuttoned my silk blouse until it fell to the floor reaching around to my back to unfasten my bra. As my breasts jumped free he laid me onto the bed bringing his mouth down over my left breast…sucking softly, running his teeth gently over the tip of my nipple. I gasped at the feeling of his teeth grazing my skin paired with the warmth of his mouth on me. I reached out to him, but he slid out of my grasp back down to nirvana. Blowing on my clit, he used his right index finger and thumb to open me up. He blew softly into the opening as his tongue delved into the folds of me. Sliding his tongue back out he kissed me there. Soft, full, wet kisses that caused my hips to raise, and the piercing screams to rip from my throat as I came once more. He pulled back to watch my juices ooze down my pussy and brought his mouth over them before they hit the bed. Call him Mr. Clean Up if you will.
“Do you like it babe?”
I couldn’t speak but I nodded as I looked down at him through hazy eyes. He finally brought his face to mine as I grabbed the back of his head pulling his mouth to me so I could clean myself off of his face. The combination of me on him tasted delicious. I reached down to unbutton his pants and he assisted me in taking them off, his dick springing upward as if it were freed from its cage. As I continued to suck myself off of his face he positioned himself at my wet opening and thrust inside with such fury that my breath caught in my throat.
Ladies now let me ask you this…isn’t this how you would LOVE to be eaten? Isn’t this the ONLY way to be eaten? (I'm not even including the tossing of your salad right now.) Not having your clit flicked at like a lizard is down there right? Not having a man licking ONLY the clit and never once ATTEMPTING to take his tongue for a stroll into the walls? I understand and hear your pain ladies. It’s time to speak up and train these dudes to get the job done right.
Fellas, if you are open to be coached and your ego won’t get in the way, let us HELP you help US. Y’all claim to be on a mission to satisfy us in bed right? (Well some of y’all anyway)
Talk to me. What say you?
© 2010 Farrah Barnes
*cringe*
There are dudes who do it just because they know you want it but don’t do it with any kind of personality. This could be because of reactions that they may have gotten in the past…women being to scared to tell them that they are doing it wrong and moan just because…causing the guy to think he’s doing an exceptional job – when In FACT, she’s just fueling this mortifying method and the next chick is going to have to suffer because she couldn’t man up and tell him – or ASSIST him in doing it the right way.
A dude that KNOWS he knows what he's doing is a turn on for me. Let me paint a picture for you.
He backed me into his bedroom, still lip locked, kissing me with such euphoric fervor that my knees began to tremble and a shiver of excitement ran down my spine. His hands firmly holding the small of my back as we padded to the California king-sized bed that was adorned with a multitude of pillows that accented the warm tones of the room. As the back of my calves came up against the side of the bed, he tightened his grip on me so I wouldn’t lose my balance. With our tongues still exploring each others mouths in delight he brought his hands to the back of my high-waisted skirt and unzipped it, gently tugging the skirt over my curvy hips. As the skirt gave way and dropped to the floor, he wrestled his mouth away from mine, his hands sliding down my thighs until he fell to his knees onto the carpet coming face to face with my freshly shaped airport landing strip. Feeling his breath on my box caused my knees to shake uncontrollably. He took notice and brought his hands to the back of my knees holding them until they relaxed. As I looked down at him, he looked up and winked at me before burying his nose into my clit and moaning at the greeting of my shea butter scent. He tried to say something but his voice cracked with desire the moment he opened his mouth. Placing both of my hands around the back of his head I pulled his face into me. His thick tongue met my clit with patience as he slowly flicked it at he tip of it, baiting me…teasing me. Moans escaped my throat despite my trying to quiet them. His tongue gyrated against the bottom of my clit and the top of vulva causing my entire body to tremble as I tried to push his head away. He tightened is grip around my legs pushing his tongue down and up into me. His lips closed around the top of my clit and stood still for a few moments. My chest was heaving with desire and my eyes were burning with tears from him feeling so good. He began to pulse his tongue between my walls slowly…silently. His tongue felt like it was riding a wave within my walls…back and forth, up and down…I squeezed my walls tighter around his tongue and he moaned. Pressing the ball of my foot against the crotch of his pants that were getting tighter every second – he grabbed the back of my ass pulling me further into his face if that was even possible. He slid his tongue out of my pussy tracing the outer lips around and around as my eyes rolled closed. He pressed his tongue against one side and pulsed his tongue against the lip seemingly trying to become one with it. I tried to call his name but was so stuck in desire I only spoke in tongues. He looked up into my eyes and moaned “Mmmhmm.” He went over to the other lip and did the same, all the while watching my face and body responding to his touch. He brought his tongue back to my center and rammed his tongue into me…this time not pulsing, but stroking. In and out…in and out. On the stroke out, he slurped my love out. The suckling sounds of him having this extraordinary conversation with my box caused my body to rock as I began to cum all over his mouth. He said nothing as he moaned and continued to suck it out. He stopped for a moment and pulled back and looked at me. His goatee was shiny with my juices and I longed to taste myself on his mouth. I reached down to pull his face up but he pulled away.
“No babe, not yet….”
My pussy was engorged and felt swollen and I desperately wanted cock. He stood up and unbuttoned my silk blouse until it fell to the floor reaching around to my back to unfasten my bra. As my breasts jumped free he laid me onto the bed bringing his mouth down over my left breast…sucking softly, running his teeth gently over the tip of my nipple. I gasped at the feeling of his teeth grazing my skin paired with the warmth of his mouth on me. I reached out to him, but he slid out of my grasp back down to nirvana. Blowing on my clit, he used his right index finger and thumb to open me up. He blew softly into the opening as his tongue delved into the folds of me. Sliding his tongue back out he kissed me there. Soft, full, wet kisses that caused my hips to raise, and the piercing screams to rip from my throat as I came once more. He pulled back to watch my juices ooze down my pussy and brought his mouth over them before they hit the bed. Call him Mr. Clean Up if you will.
“Do you like it babe?”
I couldn’t speak but I nodded as I looked down at him through hazy eyes. He finally brought his face to mine as I grabbed the back of his head pulling his mouth to me so I could clean myself off of his face. The combination of me on him tasted delicious. I reached down to unbutton his pants and he assisted me in taking them off, his dick springing upward as if it were freed from its cage. As I continued to suck myself off of his face he positioned himself at my wet opening and thrust inside with such fury that my breath caught in my throat.
Ladies now let me ask you this…isn’t this how you would LOVE to be eaten? Isn’t this the ONLY way to be eaten? (I'm not even including the tossing of your salad right now.) Not having your clit flicked at like a lizard is down there right? Not having a man licking ONLY the clit and never once ATTEMPTING to take his tongue for a stroll into the walls? I understand and hear your pain ladies. It’s time to speak up and train these dudes to get the job done right.
Fellas, if you are open to be coached and your ego won’t get in the way, let us HELP you help US. Y’all claim to be on a mission to satisfy us in bed right? (Well some of y’all anyway)
Talk to me. What say you?
© 2010 Farrah Barnes
Friday, July 9, 2010
Mr. WilderBeast / Done Off With the Youngin's
He was a cute, young thang. Literally. In the back of my mind I thought that I was truly getting tired of these youngin’s but couldn’t stop attracting them to save my life. I made him take me to see Sex & The City 2. The movie was cool, not better than part 1 in my opinion. But it wasn’t bad.
After the movie we had a lot of jokes and fooled around with each other. He wanted to go to a hotel. I wanted to fuck in the car. Who do you think won that argument? In all honesty, I just wanted to fuck. I didn’t even want to make out. TOTALLY not me, because as you all know…I LOVE to kiss. Granted, he did have a juicy set of lips so perhaps…
We ended up parking underneath a tree around my way on a fairly deserted strip. It was around 1:30am so I didn’t anticipate any problems.
I can’t quite remember how he got from the drivers’ seat into the passenger seat and how I ended up on top of him IN that seat but there we both were. I leaned in for the kiss remembering that I felt mighty awkward but I still went for it. (This should have been my sign to go home) His lips felt like pillows. Gratifying, fluffy, and comfortable. He pecked my lips with his and since I didn’t feel an immediate body response to his lips I went in for the lower lip only thinking about myself at this point. His bottom lip was juicy enough to fill my mouth so I sucked on it gently, allowing my tongue to graze the outer rim. Gently nibbling my way side to side on his lip I felt my pussy began to throb. If he couldn’t do it for me I certainly knew how to do it for myself. He was trying to kiss me back and I wasn’t feeling it so I went in to suck on his tongue. And suck I did. I allowed my entire body to move up and down with the movements of my mouth around his tongue. I began to moan in his mouth and my pussy started to leak. I wanted the dick.
STAT.
Through my horny haze I muttered an indescribable “Get in the back.” It seemed as if my legs had gotten longer or the car had shrunk as I had the most difficult time getting back there but had finally managed to.
One of the things I hated about his car was that his windows weren’t tinted. I can’t remember the last time I’d been in a car without tints but the fact that they were non-existent blew mine from day one. I feel as if they provide at least a bit of privacy, but I digress.
I had managed to crawl out of my thong, tossing them somewhere in the car along with my top and bra while he came out of his t-shirt. I laid back against the seat, fingering my bar accessory, panting, waiting for him to do something…ANYTHING.
He pulled his pants down to knee level and exposed the Jolly Rancher. From the dim, lighting he didn’t look too bad but I was more concerned about getting it IN me than anything else. He’d extracted a condom from the dash, put it on and FINALLY got situated. I still fingered my bar as he began to enter, as he continued as he slid in. He put an arm under and around my waist pulling my hips all the way up causing him to fill my pussy up. I could not deny that he felt good. He wasn't the longest, but he was medium fat if you know what I mean. Wrapping my arms around his neck I started to completely zone out…
That is, until I heard something.
I snapped out of my zone to pay attention. There was some kind of growling going on. I started to wonder if a loose dog was staring into the window thinking I was being hurt or something. My ears perked up as I continued to listen while he stroked inside of me with conviction.
I heard the growling again…and this time…it was directly into my left ear.
*blinkblink*
WTF?!
This dude was picking up speed and growling like a fucking jungle wolf.
“Grrrr GRRRRRR GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.”
I started getting a growl for each stroke. I was instantly turned off. Did he not hear himself? Did he even know he was doing it? Fuck this. I slid out of his grasp and pushed him down on the seat so I can hop on. I figured that: 1 – I was still going to get my nut off and 2 – if I was doing the work maybe he’d stop with the wilderbeast soundtrack.
As I situated myself on top of him facing the back window I saw a car ride by and slow up to make a u-turn. As the car came up on our side, I realized it was a patrol car. Fucking cops. Shit. I hopped off and laid low in the seat shrieking “The cops are here!” while trying to find my clothes. Why I would take off my top AND bra in the back seat of a car was BEYOND me. As he frantically tried to pull his jeans up and find his t-shirt, I heard the car pull up alongside us. Muttering obscenities to myself, I wondered why I just didn’t go to a hotel. I was freaking out because I had yet to find my clothes and I was laying there naked with police officers talking to him through the back window that was half way open –
THAT HAD NO TINTS.
“You have GOT to be kidding me right now!” is what came from the patrol car.
"Umm, No sir, I’m not" he'd said as he struggled to put his tee on.
“Get your clothes on and get out of the car with your ID…AND HURRY UP!!!”
Meanwhile, I had managed to find my top and was completely baffled as to why it was not agreeing with me by going over my head nice and smoothly. It ended up being put on backwards and my hair was a mess.
“Miss, I’m gonna need you to get out of the car with your ID as well.”
“Not a problem, I’m coming out now.”
I reached into the front seat to get my ID out of my wallet and smoothed my hair down while getting out of the car. I know I looked a hot-assed mess. I walked around the car muttering “fuck my life.”
The patrol car had that bright white light on and I felt like I was in the scene at the end of Set it Off when Frankie gets caught.
The cop looked at his ID and said “How old are you twenty-two? Twenty-three?”
He opened his mouth to say the latter but he cut him off and yelled “But you still old enough to know better!!! There are plenty of hotels around here!” He then went off into this tirade about there are crazy people that could’ve just walked up to the car and tried to hurt us yadda yadda yadda. Meanwhile, youngin’ is in the background shouting at me that he TOLD me we should’ve went to a hotel.
“Can I see your ID Miss?”
This is where the jokes keep going. I already KNEW what he was going to say.
I handed it to him through the passenger side window over his partner, a woman – who was disdainfully shaking her head at me. He looked at my ID and gasped.
*insert The Joker's voice here* And HEEEREEE WE GO.
"You are thirty-one?! YOU should know better!!!"
He shook his head at me. I struggled to keep the grin off of my face. I was so embarrassed that I didn’t know what else to do BUT grin. Cop1 looked at me and shook his head. After a few moments he'd said:
“Do better.”
He handed me my ID, rolled up the window and drove off.
I was grateful I wasn’t given a summons for the fact that I’d gotten caught getting it on in the backseat of a car. However, the statement “do better” kind of brought me down. It was a strong statement that I’m sure meant stop raping these young ass dudes and find a hotel in the future. I began to zone out as I walked back around the side of the car scowling as I looked at the clear windows. I heard him briefly in the background laughing uncontrollably as we got in the car and headed to drop me home.
I thought to myself that I was finally done with younger dudes and wondered if he had been older would I have even thought to blaze in the car. Nevertheless, I knew I would never fuck him again and began erasing the memory of it all as I got out the car and walked into my building, totally forgetting that my favorite bra was stuck somewhere in the back seat but realizing that after all of that I didn't even get to get my nut off.
0_o
Ironically being the day after "LeBron Day," I felt this pic was most befitting.
© 2010 Farrah Barnes
After the movie we had a lot of jokes and fooled around with each other. He wanted to go to a hotel. I wanted to fuck in the car. Who do you think won that argument? In all honesty, I just wanted to fuck. I didn’t even want to make out. TOTALLY not me, because as you all know…I LOVE to kiss. Granted, he did have a juicy set of lips so perhaps…
We ended up parking underneath a tree around my way on a fairly deserted strip. It was around 1:30am so I didn’t anticipate any problems.
I can’t quite remember how he got from the drivers’ seat into the passenger seat and how I ended up on top of him IN that seat but there we both were. I leaned in for the kiss remembering that I felt mighty awkward but I still went for it. (This should have been my sign to go home) His lips felt like pillows. Gratifying, fluffy, and comfortable. He pecked my lips with his and since I didn’t feel an immediate body response to his lips I went in for the lower lip only thinking about myself at this point. His bottom lip was juicy enough to fill my mouth so I sucked on it gently, allowing my tongue to graze the outer rim. Gently nibbling my way side to side on his lip I felt my pussy began to throb. If he couldn’t do it for me I certainly knew how to do it for myself. He was trying to kiss me back and I wasn’t feeling it so I went in to suck on his tongue. And suck I did. I allowed my entire body to move up and down with the movements of my mouth around his tongue. I began to moan in his mouth and my pussy started to leak. I wanted the dick.
STAT.
Through my horny haze I muttered an indescribable “Get in the back.” It seemed as if my legs had gotten longer or the car had shrunk as I had the most difficult time getting back there but had finally managed to.
One of the things I hated about his car was that his windows weren’t tinted. I can’t remember the last time I’d been in a car without tints but the fact that they were non-existent blew mine from day one. I feel as if they provide at least a bit of privacy, but I digress.
I had managed to crawl out of my thong, tossing them somewhere in the car along with my top and bra while he came out of his t-shirt. I laid back against the seat, fingering my bar accessory, panting, waiting for him to do something…ANYTHING.
He pulled his pants down to knee level and exposed the Jolly Rancher. From the dim, lighting he didn’t look too bad but I was more concerned about getting it IN me than anything else. He’d extracted a condom from the dash, put it on and FINALLY got situated. I still fingered my bar as he began to enter, as he continued as he slid in. He put an arm under and around my waist pulling my hips all the way up causing him to fill my pussy up. I could not deny that he felt good. He wasn't the longest, but he was medium fat if you know what I mean. Wrapping my arms around his neck I started to completely zone out…
That is, until I heard something.
I snapped out of my zone to pay attention. There was some kind of growling going on. I started to wonder if a loose dog was staring into the window thinking I was being hurt or something. My ears perked up as I continued to listen while he stroked inside of me with conviction.
I heard the growling again…and this time…it was directly into my left ear.
*blinkblink*
WTF?!
This dude was picking up speed and growling like a fucking jungle wolf.
“Grrrr GRRRRRR GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.”
I started getting a growl for each stroke. I was instantly turned off. Did he not hear himself? Did he even know he was doing it? Fuck this. I slid out of his grasp and pushed him down on the seat so I can hop on. I figured that: 1 – I was still going to get my nut off and 2 – if I was doing the work maybe he’d stop with the wilderbeast soundtrack.
As I situated myself on top of him facing the back window I saw a car ride by and slow up to make a u-turn. As the car came up on our side, I realized it was a patrol car. Fucking cops. Shit. I hopped off and laid low in the seat shrieking “The cops are here!” while trying to find my clothes. Why I would take off my top AND bra in the back seat of a car was BEYOND me. As he frantically tried to pull his jeans up and find his t-shirt, I heard the car pull up alongside us. Muttering obscenities to myself, I wondered why I just didn’t go to a hotel. I was freaking out because I had yet to find my clothes and I was laying there naked with police officers talking to him through the back window that was half way open –
THAT HAD NO TINTS.
“You have GOT to be kidding me right now!” is what came from the patrol car.
"Umm, No sir, I’m not" he'd said as he struggled to put his tee on.
“Get your clothes on and get out of the car with your ID…AND HURRY UP!!!”
Meanwhile, I had managed to find my top and was completely baffled as to why it was not agreeing with me by going over my head nice and smoothly. It ended up being put on backwards and my hair was a mess.
“Miss, I’m gonna need you to get out of the car with your ID as well.”
“Not a problem, I’m coming out now.”
I reached into the front seat to get my ID out of my wallet and smoothed my hair down while getting out of the car. I know I looked a hot-assed mess. I walked around the car muttering “fuck my life.”
The patrol car had that bright white light on and I felt like I was in the scene at the end of Set it Off when Frankie gets caught.
The cop looked at his ID and said “How old are you twenty-two? Twenty-three?”
He opened his mouth to say the latter but he cut him off and yelled “But you still old enough to know better!!! There are plenty of hotels around here!” He then went off into this tirade about there are crazy people that could’ve just walked up to the car and tried to hurt us yadda yadda yadda. Meanwhile, youngin’ is in the background shouting at me that he TOLD me we should’ve went to a hotel.
“Can I see your ID Miss?”
This is where the jokes keep going. I already KNEW what he was going to say.
I handed it to him through the passenger side window over his partner, a woman – who was disdainfully shaking her head at me. He looked at my ID and gasped.
*insert The Joker's voice here* And HEEEREEE WE GO.
"You are thirty-one?! YOU should know better!!!"
He shook his head at me. I struggled to keep the grin off of my face. I was so embarrassed that I didn’t know what else to do BUT grin. Cop1 looked at me and shook his head. After a few moments he'd said:
“Do better.”
He handed me my ID, rolled up the window and drove off.
I was grateful I wasn’t given a summons for the fact that I’d gotten caught getting it on in the backseat of a car. However, the statement “do better” kind of brought me down. It was a strong statement that I’m sure meant stop raping these young ass dudes and find a hotel in the future. I began to zone out as I walked back around the side of the car scowling as I looked at the clear windows. I heard him briefly in the background laughing uncontrollably as we got in the car and headed to drop me home.
I thought to myself that I was finally done with younger dudes and wondered if he had been older would I have even thought to blaze in the car. Nevertheless, I knew I would never fuck him again and began erasing the memory of it all as I got out the car and walked into my building, totally forgetting that my favorite bra was stuck somewhere in the back seat but realizing that after all of that I didn't even get to get my nut off.
0_o
Ironically being the day after "LeBron Day," I felt this pic was most befitting.
© 2010 Farrah Barnes
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
F*cking Into love
***Every so often I like to showcase the work of some of my fellow writers. Introducing one of my cohorts...Ally Anderson. Make her feel at home guys and gals. And please feel free to leave comments everywhere. =)***
I’ll be married for two years in two months, so I decided to surf the net to find a special place for my husband and I to celebrate our anniversary. I was so engrossed in my search that I didn’t notice someone standing near me. A business card floated past my computer screen and landed on my keyboard. Confused, I lifted my head and saw the back of a man as the door closed behind him. I picked up the card and read loud enough for my ears only, "Michael Ansare, Accountant." I was still unsure as to why he would leave his card with me until I turned it over and read the note on the back. "I'd love to take you out. You’re beautiful." Quickly recovering, I dropped the card in my cash drawer and looked around to see if anyone noticed my nervousness.
Seemingly out of nowhere, my co-worker appeared "He’s a friend of mine. He’s been asking about you for months now, I told him you were married but he doesn’t seem to care. He’s married too." I faked annoyance and said, "Well, that’s rude. He knows I’m married, but still tries to pursue me? And he’s married, too? No way!" Embarrassed, my co-worker turned and walked away.
About a week later, after seeing him two more times and playing the devoted wife, I broke down and called him. I was curious about what this man wanted from me.
Two days later, I found out as I was bent over the seat of his truck being licked from behind. My dress was pushed up around my waist and my ripped thong was somewhere on the dashboard. We were headed home from dinner when he pulled into the parking lot of a dark, secluded park. I was nervous, but our conversation over dinner had me wet. He told me to climb into the backseat and while I was in motion, he hiked up my dress, squeezed my ass and ripped my thong off, all in one smooth motion. The next thing I knew, he spread my ass cheeks and his tongue made figure eights from my chocolate star all the way to my pearl. Waves of pleasure washed over me and when I couldn’t take it anymore, I forced my way back to the front passenger seat and straddled him. I wasted no time grabbing his engorged tool and directing it toward my opening. He let out a string of profanities and ended it by telling me how tight I was. He held my hips and raised me up slightly, only to slam me back down on him. I was a tsunami at this point, dripping wet. I needed to regain control of this situation, so I removed his hands from my hips and held them above his head while I used my hips to lift and lower myself onto him. Someone was screaming, almost howling. When I opened my eyes, I realized that someone was me and I was on the brink of exploding into a million pieces. I tried to slow my pace, tried to calm myself...but the tool was just too damned good.
He freed his hands and massaged my love button, breaking my concentration. This man was reading my body too easily. He knew I was losing control, and he did everything in his power to make sure it stayed lost. I fought it, but I loved it. Heat ripped through my body, starting at my toes and it didn’t stop until I felt like steam was coming from my ears. As my deaths released me, I could feel him swelling inside of me. He grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth down onto his as climax shook his body and he pumped up into me with such force, that another orgasm shook me to my very core. Our mouths still touched as he whispered, "I knew you were what I was looking for."
Tears streamed down my face as I straightened my clothes and said, "Perhaps, but this can never happen again. I have to get home."
I’ll be married for two years in two months, so I decided to surf the net to find a special place for my husband and I to celebrate our anniversary. I was so engrossed in my search that I didn’t notice someone standing near me. A business card floated past my computer screen and landed on my keyboard. Confused, I lifted my head and saw the back of a man as the door closed behind him. I picked up the card and read loud enough for my ears only, "Michael Ansare, Accountant." I was still unsure as to why he would leave his card with me until I turned it over and read the note on the back. "I'd love to take you out. You’re beautiful." Quickly recovering, I dropped the card in my cash drawer and looked around to see if anyone noticed my nervousness.
Seemingly out of nowhere, my co-worker appeared "He’s a friend of mine. He’s been asking about you for months now, I told him you were married but he doesn’t seem to care. He’s married too." I faked annoyance and said, "Well, that’s rude. He knows I’m married, but still tries to pursue me? And he’s married, too? No way!" Embarrassed, my co-worker turned and walked away.
About a week later, after seeing him two more times and playing the devoted wife, I broke down and called him. I was curious about what this man wanted from me.
Two days later, I found out as I was bent over the seat of his truck being licked from behind. My dress was pushed up around my waist and my ripped thong was somewhere on the dashboard. We were headed home from dinner when he pulled into the parking lot of a dark, secluded park. I was nervous, but our conversation over dinner had me wet. He told me to climb into the backseat and while I was in motion, he hiked up my dress, squeezed my ass and ripped my thong off, all in one smooth motion. The next thing I knew, he spread my ass cheeks and his tongue made figure eights from my chocolate star all the way to my pearl. Waves of pleasure washed over me and when I couldn’t take it anymore, I forced my way back to the front passenger seat and straddled him. I wasted no time grabbing his engorged tool and directing it toward my opening. He let out a string of profanities and ended it by telling me how tight I was. He held my hips and raised me up slightly, only to slam me back down on him. I was a tsunami at this point, dripping wet. I needed to regain control of this situation, so I removed his hands from my hips and held them above his head while I used my hips to lift and lower myself onto him. Someone was screaming, almost howling. When I opened my eyes, I realized that someone was me and I was on the brink of exploding into a million pieces. I tried to slow my pace, tried to calm myself...but the tool was just too damned good.
He freed his hands and massaged my love button, breaking my concentration. This man was reading my body too easily. He knew I was losing control, and he did everything in his power to make sure it stayed lost. I fought it, but I loved it. Heat ripped through my body, starting at my toes and it didn’t stop until I felt like steam was coming from my ears. As my deaths released me, I could feel him swelling inside of me. He grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth down onto his as climax shook his body and he pumped up into me with such force, that another orgasm shook me to my very core. Our mouths still touched as he whispered, "I knew you were what I was looking for."
Tears streamed down my face as I straightened my clothes and said, "Perhaps, but this can never happen again. I have to get home."
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Chicken & Boobs
Honestly, I can say I am a wee bit backed up, hence my absence. My own writing makes me horny and me being horny with no one there to give me a fix has been driving me insane. It’s been a while and the slightest touch from someone right about now drives me off my rocker. It’s not like I can’t get any but I’m tired of the same ol’ same ol’. No one seems to have any substance anymore. My last dude was attractive as all outside but all he wanted was was to have sex and I’m not with it. I’m sure he has dozens of women who are down for it but I’ll be that one that’s different. I have pride and know I’m worth something.
However, in all of my horniness, Photographer/Director Kareem Black, sends me this vid that he shot and edited of a chick named Gizel. Some of you may know of her, some of you may not, but I will say this: I will never look at chicken wings and boobs the same way in my life. When you watch the vid, you’ll see what I mean. I found myself laughing for two minutes and super horny for that same minute and a half. I’m not into the whole girl on girl thing and her super sized boobs are so ridiculous that I couldn’t help BUT to look – but there was something about the way she licked her lips and licked that sauce off and sucked on those chicken wings that turned me the hell on. My box began to tingle and I crossed my legs to try and ignore the fact that it was becoming slippery...I also tried to push the fact that she makes sauce look really good on your mouth...ha. Forgive me...I am going to shower now.
Ok I will let you see for yourself...did anyone else get...aroused? Ha.
**I tried to get the vid to fit but I suck with tech stuff. =(
However, in all of my horniness, Photographer/Director Kareem Black, sends me this vid that he shot and edited of a chick named Gizel. Some of you may know of her, some of you may not, but I will say this: I will never look at chicken wings and boobs the same way in my life. When you watch the vid, you’ll see what I mean. I found myself laughing for two minutes and super horny for that same minute and a half. I’m not into the whole girl on girl thing and her super sized boobs are so ridiculous that I couldn’t help BUT to look – but there was something about the way she licked her lips and licked that sauce off and sucked on those chicken wings that turned me the hell on. My box began to tingle and I crossed my legs to try and ignore the fact that it was becoming slippery...I also tried to push the fact that she makes sauce look really good on your mouth...ha. Forgive me...I am going to shower now.
Ok I will let you see for yourself...did anyone else get...aroused? Ha.
**I tried to get the vid to fit but I suck with tech stuff. =(
Friday, April 23, 2010
Box Interlude pt. 2
“...I want you more than you’d ever know.”
She heard him, but she didn’t hear him. She couldn’t concentrate on anything other than him entering her. She didn’t want to think about the actual feelings that she had for him. Right now, all she wanted to do was feel this moment. She felt him place his head at her soaked center and closed her eyes as he rubbed it from the top of her clit to the bottom of her box, and back again. She raised her hips so he could enter, but he pulled back saying “Um mmm, not yet.” She opened her eyes incredulously, not understanding why this was the time where he wanted to play games. Her eyes shot daggers at him “Come inside” she said through clenched her teeth. He shook his head no and looked into her eyes. It felt as if he was looking inside her soul and she felt her face begin to get hot. She looked away as her body started to tremble with anticipation. As bad as she tried to control it, she couldn’t. She also knew that it wasn’t just her horniness. She knew that deep down inside, her heart wanted him. Her heart wanted him in full capacity, not just in a sexual capacity. She only saw him when they were fucking and she hated that but she was having a hard time stepping away from him. He brought his face down nose-to-nose while still positioned above her.
“Talk to me…what are your thoughts?” he whispered into her lips. He wanted her to tell him how she felt but he knew she was scared. 90% of the time he looked in her eyes she saw fear. He knew that she had some preconceived notion about him in her mind and he was positive she had it all wrong. He wasn’t the man whore she thought he was. He didn’t just chase women all the time, he was actually a loner and would prefer to just have ONE woman by his side.
She refused to have a conversation right now. She wrapped her legs around his waist and ran her fingertips over his chiseled abs and Pecs before wrapping her arms around him pulling him closer, angling her hips to where she was able to slide him right into her. It was then that she looked him square in his eyes and he looked right back. He lay still on top of her as she felt him continue to grow in between her walls. She squeezed her kegels around his girth and he breathed in sharply at the amazing feeling he got from her added pressure encircling him. This made him light-headed as he closed his eyes and slowly pulled back out to where his head was just at the exit of her walls and after pausing for a moment, he plunged back into her with an unconscious force that she cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure. He was completely in another zone. He wanted her to understand how he felt about her. He wanted her to understand what his body was trying to explain to her. He wasn’t just fucking her. He was loving her. He loved her. He was in love with her. He just didn’t know how to say those words. He lifted her legs up and spread them wide apart and continued to plunge into her, harder, deeper, and faster. He faintly heard her screams as he continued to stroke. He just wanted her to get it and this was the only way that she seemed to understand. He felt her return his thrusts by slamming her pelvis against him in mid-air. His eyes began to focus and as he looked at her he noticed the tears streaming down her cheeks. He slowed his stroke to a stop inside of her and whispered her name.
“Kayla...”
She looked away as she bit her lip to keep from crying out loud. Her chest was on fire and she felt like she couldn’t breathe but she was afraid of what would happen if she’d opened her mouth. She didn’t want to seem weak, but thanks to her tears she knew she’d probably already freaked him out. Her emotions were getting the best of her and she hated that. He took her chin in his hand and tilted it towards him and whispered her name again.
“Kayla…”
She closed her eyes and bit her lip to keep from speaking. He kissed her eyelids…and kissed away the tears that were rolling across her temples towards her ears. Her hands were still wrapped around him and he gently sucked her bottom lip from in between her teeth. He held it in between his and gently nibbled on it, baiting her to say something…anything. After a few moments he pulled back to look at her. She opened her mouth to speak and stuttered over his name.
“La…La…Lance…I…”
Her remained silent and waited for her to relax and speak. She took a deep breath and tried again in a low, quick, and almost inaudible voice.
“Lance, I’m in love with you. I’ve BEEN in love with you. I don’t know if this is the right thing to be telling you but I need to say it and I don’t want to be hurt and I don’t know exactly how it is that you feel about me but I think that you sort of like me and…”
He bust out laughing in her face and immediately covered his mouth with his hand, embarrassed. She froze beneath him.
He hurried on to say “Babe, I am NOT laughing at you, but since I know you are not going to say anything else now, I can explain! I laughed because you said SORT OF like you. I mean, I like you as a person and all, but I love you, woman. I’ve BEEN in love with you but the constant fear in your eyes makes me nervous. I know you don’t trust me and have all of these thoughts about me that I am almost positive that are not true but I was too nervous to say anything because I didn’t want to get shot down.”
He felt her not only relax beneath him, but start trembling as well. He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face into her neck. She gazed at the ceiling and tried to control her breathing, she felt a panic attack coming on and was trying to combat it. She knew she’d heard every word he’d said but wondered if she really heard what he was saying. As she managed to breathe through her attack she suddenly burst out laughing. Deep, throaty laughs that caused Lance to immediately sit upright and stare at her. He looked at her beautiful face as she tried to control the laughter escaping her lips but couldn’t. Seeing her face lit up made him smile and seconds later had him rolling too. They laughed and laughed until she realized she was crying and that only made her laugh harder. He took his face in her hands and wiped her tears away and their laughs began to grow softer and softer until they ended up in silence sitting there on the bed.
To be continued…
© 2010 Farrah Barnes
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Happy 101 Award among other things...
Yes yes, I know, I've been missing in action. I've been busy - a GOOD busy. I also had some writer's block. I'd sit down ready to write and I'd end up having staring wars with my laptop. It happens.
So I was given the Happy 101 Blog Award which was dope considering it's my first blog award ever. =) This award is given to bloggers by bloggers who think that your "blog is awesome and well-written."
If they like it I love it!
It was given to me by KP over at Caribbean Ramblings. These are the types of things that keep me humble because she's a phenomenal writer and has been doing so since she was 4 years old.
So thank you KP, I appreciate you.
It's definitely good to see and hear that readers were looking forward to the next installment in the Chronicles. Well I am here and my mind is juiced up.
I may have some good writing news by the weeks end. I will keep you posted.
Ciao for now guys & gals.
So I was given the Happy 101 Blog Award which was dope considering it's my first blog award ever. =) This award is given to bloggers by bloggers who think that your "blog is awesome and well-written."
If they like it I love it!
It was given to me by KP over at Caribbean Ramblings. These are the types of things that keep me humble because she's a phenomenal writer and has been doing so since she was 4 years old.
So thank you KP, I appreciate you.
It's definitely good to see and hear that readers were looking forward to the next installment in the Chronicles. Well I am here and my mind is juiced up.
I may have some good writing news by the weeks end. I will keep you posted.
Ciao for now guys & gals.
Mr. No Thank You, Never Again
He was relatively short but he was funny as hell and humor will get me just as good as looks will. He was 5'7" with a toasted almond complexion, box eating lips, and weighed about 150 pounds. A lightweight in my book but it was ok. We met at a party and he was a friend of a friend. He was a slick talker and for those of you that have been with me since the start, you know what that does for me. Ladies, we all know whether or not we are going to sleep with a guy within the first moments of meeting them. I decided that I wasn't. He was a supercool dude but not necessarily my type. He kissed me after the party that night. Ehhh. I am taller than him so the whole me feeling like I had to tilt my head downwards wasn't going to work for me. On top of that, I guess he had wanted to steal a kiss and ended up banging his teeth with mine and making me cut my damned lip.
*blink*
I gave him the benefit of the doubt and figured he was nervous.
We did exchange numbers though and chatted almost everyday. I guess this is why I began to feel a way towards him. I liked speaking to him, I liked that he made me laugh until I wiped tears from my face but I was still on the fence about sleeping with him.
One particular Wednesday had been a trying day thanks to the MTA. I'd had some company over to cool out and after an hour of playing hostess, it was imperative that I took a nap immediately. I'd excused myself leaving my homegirl in charge and went into my bedroom and closed the door.
I sat on the edge of my pillow-topped queen sized bed and slowly exhaled. My problem was that I didn't know when to just take a break to just relax and try not to think about ANYthing. I slipped out of my Levi's and v-necked tee into a pair of boyshorts and a silk cami. It felt unbelievably amazing slipping into bed under my sheets. Drifting into a Reisling induced slumber, I heard my door but figured it was my homegirl so I paid her no mind. By the time the other side of my bed had become occupied I had drifted back in my sleep. I felt a hand slide up my thigh and up to my right butt cheek. the hand started to massage my cheek before sliding up the side of my waist and cupping my right breast. I leaned back slightly to see 1. who was caressing me and 2. so they can give my left boob some love too. It was him.
So much for me not fucking him as I had already begin to drip.
I was amazed at the fact that he had elephant balls to be feeling me up in our setting with company there and all. Through my haze, part of me KNEW this was NOT the time and part of me knew I was horny and just wanted to fuck at this point.
He brought his mouth down on the nipple of my left boob and sucked. Amazingly, this did nothing for me. I found myself just wanting the dick. He used his left hand to pull down my boyshorts and my thong to my ankles and I kicked them off under the sheets. He hoisted himself up over me and i felt his eyes on me in the darkness. He came down to my mouth and kissed me.
I softly pursed my lips to kiss him full on his but it didn't work that way. It was almost as if he was channeling a blowfish and he was trying to kiss me through a pane of glass. I tried to catch his bottom lip. No go. He was still puffing those lips out and after another 14 seconds of me playing catch a kiss, I just turned away and let him suck on my neck.
This was not working.
He took his left hand and eased it down into the Promise Land and tried to slide 2 fingers inside.
No go.
My body twitched in reaction to his nails scratching the inside of my lips.
Why did he have talons for fingernails??
What was the problem???
I turned my hips away from him and moaned. I think he mistook this moan to be one of pleasure when it fact it was one of WHY ME?
I was turned off.
I sat up slightly and he tried to guide my head towards his dick.
*Stare*
I'm not sure what he thought this was but me blowing him was COMPLETELY and UTTERLY out of the question.
"You not gonna do nothing?"
"What? No, I'm not."
He grabbed my hand and brought it to his dick and I grabbed it. Soft, it was the size of my palm.
*sigh*
Here we go.
I started to stroke it while he returned to my neck to do a bit of sucking and licking. I was sitting there in the dark bored to death when I started to feel him grow. I was still not amused. I wanted him to shave off the shagged wig that was at the top of his dick and wondered why he thought that not shaving that shit off was in fact, ok.
He'd taken a condom out of his pocket and put in it my hand.
I put it right back in his.
"Come on yo! I have people in the next room! If you want this put some pep in your step!!!"
He slid the condom on and used his right knee to spread mine. As he tried to enter I felt the weight of his seemingly 5 t-shirts on my chest. This was a nightmare.
As he slid inside, my thoughts began to wander. I wondered if I would be this weeks Mega Millions jackpot winner and began to think about What color I'd get my Aston Martin Vanquish in. I was thinking black with a toasted almond interior. Yep, that would work.
He was trying to kiss me but I pushed his chest away from me and raised my hips off the bed thrusting as much weight as I could at him so that his face could stay at a reasonable distance away from mine.
He reached behind me with both hands to spread my cheeks while he thrusted into me with so much energy that I swore I was his first piece of ass or he hasn't had sex in over a year. I didn't feel like talking or teaching. I started to squeeze my kegels on his dick everytime he stroked in. I wanted this to be over as soon as possible.
i just wasn't feeling it.
At. All.
He came after about 8 minutes and 13 seconds saying: U made me cum.
*blank stare through the dark*
I certainly didn't expect the next few words to come out of his mouth.
"We need another one. Where are your condoms?"
*blinkblink*
I got up to go to the bathroom and told him to get dressed.
*sigh*
CUT THE SHAG.
© 2010 Farrah Barnes
For those of you who may not know what a shag is see the pic.
*blink*
I gave him the benefit of the doubt and figured he was nervous.
We did exchange numbers though and chatted almost everyday. I guess this is why I began to feel a way towards him. I liked speaking to him, I liked that he made me laugh until I wiped tears from my face but I was still on the fence about sleeping with him.
One particular Wednesday had been a trying day thanks to the MTA. I'd had some company over to cool out and after an hour of playing hostess, it was imperative that I took a nap immediately. I'd excused myself leaving my homegirl in charge and went into my bedroom and closed the door.
I sat on the edge of my pillow-topped queen sized bed and slowly exhaled. My problem was that I didn't know when to just take a break to just relax and try not to think about ANYthing. I slipped out of my Levi's and v-necked tee into a pair of boyshorts and a silk cami. It felt unbelievably amazing slipping into bed under my sheets. Drifting into a Reisling induced slumber, I heard my door but figured it was my homegirl so I paid her no mind. By the time the other side of my bed had become occupied I had drifted back in my sleep. I felt a hand slide up my thigh and up to my right butt cheek. the hand started to massage my cheek before sliding up the side of my waist and cupping my right breast. I leaned back slightly to see 1. who was caressing me and 2. so they can give my left boob some love too. It was him.
So much for me not fucking him as I had already begin to drip.
I was amazed at the fact that he had elephant balls to be feeling me up in our setting with company there and all. Through my haze, part of me KNEW this was NOT the time and part of me knew I was horny and just wanted to fuck at this point.
He brought his mouth down on the nipple of my left boob and sucked. Amazingly, this did nothing for me. I found myself just wanting the dick. He used his left hand to pull down my boyshorts and my thong to my ankles and I kicked them off under the sheets. He hoisted himself up over me and i felt his eyes on me in the darkness. He came down to my mouth and kissed me.
I softly pursed my lips to kiss him full on his but it didn't work that way. It was almost as if he was channeling a blowfish and he was trying to kiss me through a pane of glass. I tried to catch his bottom lip. No go. He was still puffing those lips out and after another 14 seconds of me playing catch a kiss, I just turned away and let him suck on my neck.
This was not working.
He took his left hand and eased it down into the Promise Land and tried to slide 2 fingers inside.
No go.
My body twitched in reaction to his nails scratching the inside of my lips.
Why did he have talons for fingernails??
What was the problem???
I turned my hips away from him and moaned. I think he mistook this moan to be one of pleasure when it fact it was one of WHY ME?
I was turned off.
I sat up slightly and he tried to guide my head towards his dick.
*Stare*
I'm not sure what he thought this was but me blowing him was COMPLETELY and UTTERLY out of the question.
"You not gonna do nothing?"
"What? No, I'm not."
He grabbed my hand and brought it to his dick and I grabbed it. Soft, it was the size of my palm.
*sigh*
Here we go.
I started to stroke it while he returned to my neck to do a bit of sucking and licking. I was sitting there in the dark bored to death when I started to feel him grow. I was still not amused. I wanted him to shave off the shagged wig that was at the top of his dick and wondered why he thought that not shaving that shit off was in fact, ok.
He'd taken a condom out of his pocket and put in it my hand.
I put it right back in his.
"Come on yo! I have people in the next room! If you want this put some pep in your step!!!"
He slid the condom on and used his right knee to spread mine. As he tried to enter I felt the weight of his seemingly 5 t-shirts on my chest. This was a nightmare.
As he slid inside, my thoughts began to wander. I wondered if I would be this weeks Mega Millions jackpot winner and began to think about What color I'd get my Aston Martin Vanquish in. I was thinking black with a toasted almond interior. Yep, that would work.
He was trying to kiss me but I pushed his chest away from me and raised my hips off the bed thrusting as much weight as I could at him so that his face could stay at a reasonable distance away from mine.
He reached behind me with both hands to spread my cheeks while he thrusted into me with so much energy that I swore I was his first piece of ass or he hasn't had sex in over a year. I didn't feel like talking or teaching. I started to squeeze my kegels on his dick everytime he stroked in. I wanted this to be over as soon as possible.
i just wasn't feeling it.
At. All.
He came after about 8 minutes and 13 seconds saying: U made me cum.
*blank stare through the dark*
I certainly didn't expect the next few words to come out of his mouth.
"We need another one. Where are your condoms?"
*blinkblink*
I got up to go to the bathroom and told him to get dressed.
*sigh*
CUT THE SHAG.
© 2010 Farrah Barnes
For those of you who may not know what a shag is see the pic.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Box Interlude Pt. 1
She tentatively walked in the room in his 6’3” shadow. She was nervous as all outside and tried her best to keep her cool. He dropped his car keys on the dresser and plugged his cell phone charger in the wall before attaching his phone to the other end. He rested it on the dresser next to his keys. She unbuttoned her trench only to realize she was still cold and proceeded to wrap it back across her chest. She was captivated by him even with all his clothes on. She was sure he was used to women staring at him. Skin the color of toasted hazelnuts, eyes pools of mahogany, chiseled jaw line, and lips so plentiful that she just knew that they can satiate any desire she had for them. She was so caught up in lusting for him that she didn’t hear him the first time he’d asked why she still had her coat on.
"Oh, um it’s a bit chilly in here."
His looks unnerved her. She wasn't used to being around someone who looked this...
...gorgeous.
She wondered if she was trippin' but realized the E pill was still in her jacket pocket. She figured if this WAS real that atleast she wanted to remember it the next day...or not.
He’d slipped out of his jacket and zip-up hoodie and dropped it on the nightstand next to the bed. He walked back around the bed past her in his v-neck white tee and grey sweats, to the air conditioner/heater and turned the heat up from 68 degrees to 73. She noticed he’d taken his sneakers off as well. She pressed the temperature UP button until the temperature read 85. He looked at her as the heating fan roared to life.
"Cold much?"
She nodded and he licked his lips.
Twice.
It was almost as if he were purposely trying to hypnotize her. She couldn’t think straight as she wrapped her coat tighter across her chest. She couldn’t look him in his eyes. She didn’t think she could take it without passing out in the floor. The sheer manly beauty that he carried so well was giving her heart palpitations. In what seemed like one motion he stepped over to her and removed her tightly clasped hands from her trench. Her trench breathed a sigh of relief. He held her hands in his own down at her sides and looked down at her waiting for her to look up.
She didn’t.
He slipped her trench from off of her shoulders, walking around behind her to slip it off. He laid it on the nightstand behind him and walked back around her to face her again. She stared directly at his chest. She wanted to touch him but was too nervous. He picked her chin up with one hand and instead of looking up into his eyes, she looked downward. He chuckled. It was a warm laugh and had she looked him in his eyes, she would have seen the twinkle of delight that danced in them.
Still holding her chin, he brought his face down to hers and grabbed her bottom lip in between his and held it there for a moment. He felt her body shiver. Nibbling and sucking on it for a few seconds before pulling back had made her eyes close and her mind wander to the future wondering what she was in store for in the next few hours...still wondering if this was a joke.
He stepped back to look at her. She was still standing there face tilted to the ceiling, eyes closed, mouth slightly ajar. He couldn’t help the chuckle that came about. He thought she was gorgeous. He found her nervousness and awkwardness endearing and thought it made her that much more beautiful. Her jet black pixie cut was slight messy which he loved as well as the way she always stood with her back erect and shoulders back. Her skin was the color of toffee with a tiny nose, full lips and gorgeous chocolate brown eyes with the longest lashes he’d ever seen. She was built like a runner. 5’8’ with long, lean, strong Thoroughbred legs that were attached to a tiny waist with an impeccable ass that he couldn’t wait to spread open. She had breasts that fit her body perfectly, not big, not too small, 34C just rights. He felt comfortable standing there watching her until she came to a few moments later. She opened her eyes and saw him looking at her with a grin on his face and she stumbled, slightly off balance from the feel of his lips on hers. Her cheeks and nose instantly flushed cherry red.
She knew she probably looked like the biggest lame standing there like that in La La Land. Fuck it. She was burning up as the heat blasted. She removed her scarf from around her neck, threw it on the bed and walked over to turn the heat down to 74. She felt his eyes on her every move. She decided to Just. Let. Go.
She walked over to him and stood chest to chest with him, her chin raised in a defiant manner. She felt extremely short and stood on her tip toes and in doing so, stumbled to the right. GOD she hated her clumsiness. He caught her with his right arm and pulled her back to his center. She looked him in his intensity ridden eyes and saw her reflection. At that moment his mouth came crashing down on hers with such passion, that all she could do was join in. His tongue tangoed with hers, every move so precise, so sensual, so purposeful. His tongue filled her mouth provoking her...daring her to do something about it.
She held his tongue in her mouth for a few moments letting hers pulsate on his. She sucked on it...
...paused...
...sucked on it...
...paused.
He moaned.
She sucked harder. She wanted his tongue to be one with hers.
He wrapped both arms around her waist and she felt his dick press up against her stomach. She moaned in his mouth. He reached down to lift her long sleeved tee up over her head. She didn’t have a bra on and her nipples were standing at attention craving his mouth. He paused for a moment to look at her. He couldn’t get around how stunning she was. He was willing to bet that she had no clue either. She reached for his tee to pull it up over his head raising back onto her tip toes. In pulling the shirt off she was taken aback by his chiseled chest and tattoos that covered his biceps and pecs. She felt like she was looking at poetry in motion. His chest raised with his quickened breaths. His abs looked like they were computer generated so that she ran her fingers across them to prove to herself that they were real.
Real indeed.
At her touch his breath caught in his throat and he couldn’t stand it much longer. He needed to be inside of her. He cupped her breasts with both hands and bent down so that his mouth can taste them. Taking her right nipple in between his teeth and gently running it back and forth between them he felt her shiver. He did the same with the left. He brought his mouth back up to hers where she almost savagely began to kiss him. He unzipped her jeans, pulling away from her mouth, he ran his tongue along her jaw line leaving a moist trail down her neck, back and forth along her collarbone, down in between her breasts, running a circle around her navel and kneeled to slide them off of her. He assisted her out of her ankle booties. His tongue started a trail from her ankle up the inside of her right leg, and up her inner thigh as he slid his hands up her legs to her waist. He stopped at her black tanga and pulled it back down to her ankles with his teeth. She couldn’t stop shivering if she wanted to. Strands of The Love Below held on to the tanga and stretched all the way down to her knees before breaking off. His dick felt like it was about to explode. He came face to face with The Love Below. She smelled like cocoa butter. He ran his tongue down her center to her clit and wrapped his lips around it, tenderly pulling and sucking on it with his lips. Her hands immediately reached to grab the back of his head. She moaned and her knees started shaking. He started to suck more fervently, lazily letting his tongue find its way into the folds of her prism. She gasped and clutched his head with such force that it only made him go in deeper. He couldn’t believe how juicy she was. She kept gushing and gushing right on his tongue and she tasted phenomenal. He wanted to drink her dry.
He pulled his face out of the river and stood up licking his lips. She saw all of her all over his mouth...in his goatee...on his chin. She reached up to pull his face down to hers as she began to suck juice off of his face. She relished the way she tasted. She loved the way she smelled on him. She sucked herself off of his lips, running her tongue along the outline of them teasingly. He couldn’t take it anymore. He craved her. He wanted all of her.
He wanted HER.
The heat in his chest was unlike anything he’d ever felt as he picked her up and laid her on her back on the bed. He stepped out of his sweats and his boxer briefs and stood in front of her taking in every curve, every birth mark, the defined muscles in her legs, her tightly toned stomach, and her gorgeous tattooed arms. She turned him on. He climbed over her placing his left knee in between her legs pushing them apart. He positioned himself in a push-up over her and she reached for him, guiding him towards her unbelievably wet center. He paused right before entering and said….
© Farrah Barnes 2010 All Rights Reserved
"Oh, um it’s a bit chilly in here."
His looks unnerved her. She wasn't used to being around someone who looked this...
...gorgeous.
She wondered if she was trippin' but realized the E pill was still in her jacket pocket. She figured if this WAS real that atleast she wanted to remember it the next day...or not.
He’d slipped out of his jacket and zip-up hoodie and dropped it on the nightstand next to the bed. He walked back around the bed past her in his v-neck white tee and grey sweats, to the air conditioner/heater and turned the heat up from 68 degrees to 73. She noticed he’d taken his sneakers off as well. She pressed the temperature UP button until the temperature read 85. He looked at her as the heating fan roared to life.
"Cold much?"
She nodded and he licked his lips.
Twice.
It was almost as if he were purposely trying to hypnotize her. She couldn’t think straight as she wrapped her coat tighter across her chest. She couldn’t look him in his eyes. She didn’t think she could take it without passing out in the floor. The sheer manly beauty that he carried so well was giving her heart palpitations. In what seemed like one motion he stepped over to her and removed her tightly clasped hands from her trench. Her trench breathed a sigh of relief. He held her hands in his own down at her sides and looked down at her waiting for her to look up.
She didn’t.
He slipped her trench from off of her shoulders, walking around behind her to slip it off. He laid it on the nightstand behind him and walked back around her to face her again. She stared directly at his chest. She wanted to touch him but was too nervous. He picked her chin up with one hand and instead of looking up into his eyes, she looked downward. He chuckled. It was a warm laugh and had she looked him in his eyes, she would have seen the twinkle of delight that danced in them.
Still holding her chin, he brought his face down to hers and grabbed her bottom lip in between his and held it there for a moment. He felt her body shiver. Nibbling and sucking on it for a few seconds before pulling back had made her eyes close and her mind wander to the future wondering what she was in store for in the next few hours...still wondering if this was a joke.
He stepped back to look at her. She was still standing there face tilted to the ceiling, eyes closed, mouth slightly ajar. He couldn’t help the chuckle that came about. He thought she was gorgeous. He found her nervousness and awkwardness endearing and thought it made her that much more beautiful. Her jet black pixie cut was slight messy which he loved as well as the way she always stood with her back erect and shoulders back. Her skin was the color of toffee with a tiny nose, full lips and gorgeous chocolate brown eyes with the longest lashes he’d ever seen. She was built like a runner. 5’8’ with long, lean, strong Thoroughbred legs that were attached to a tiny waist with an impeccable ass that he couldn’t wait to spread open. She had breasts that fit her body perfectly, not big, not too small, 34C just rights. He felt comfortable standing there watching her until she came to a few moments later. She opened her eyes and saw him looking at her with a grin on his face and she stumbled, slightly off balance from the feel of his lips on hers. Her cheeks and nose instantly flushed cherry red.
She knew she probably looked like the biggest lame standing there like that in La La Land. Fuck it. She was burning up as the heat blasted. She removed her scarf from around her neck, threw it on the bed and walked over to turn the heat down to 74. She felt his eyes on her every move. She decided to Just. Let. Go.
She walked over to him and stood chest to chest with him, her chin raised in a defiant manner. She felt extremely short and stood on her tip toes and in doing so, stumbled to the right. GOD she hated her clumsiness. He caught her with his right arm and pulled her back to his center. She looked him in his intensity ridden eyes and saw her reflection. At that moment his mouth came crashing down on hers with such passion, that all she could do was join in. His tongue tangoed with hers, every move so precise, so sensual, so purposeful. His tongue filled her mouth provoking her...daring her to do something about it.
She held his tongue in her mouth for a few moments letting hers pulsate on his. She sucked on it...
...paused...
...sucked on it...
...paused.
He moaned.
She sucked harder. She wanted his tongue to be one with hers.
He wrapped both arms around her waist and she felt his dick press up against her stomach. She moaned in his mouth. He reached down to lift her long sleeved tee up over her head. She didn’t have a bra on and her nipples were standing at attention craving his mouth. He paused for a moment to look at her. He couldn’t get around how stunning she was. He was willing to bet that she had no clue either. She reached for his tee to pull it up over his head raising back onto her tip toes. In pulling the shirt off she was taken aback by his chiseled chest and tattoos that covered his biceps and pecs. She felt like she was looking at poetry in motion. His chest raised with his quickened breaths. His abs looked like they were computer generated so that she ran her fingers across them to prove to herself that they were real.
Real indeed.
At her touch his breath caught in his throat and he couldn’t stand it much longer. He needed to be inside of her. He cupped her breasts with both hands and bent down so that his mouth can taste them. Taking her right nipple in between his teeth and gently running it back and forth between them he felt her shiver. He did the same with the left. He brought his mouth back up to hers where she almost savagely began to kiss him. He unzipped her jeans, pulling away from her mouth, he ran his tongue along her jaw line leaving a moist trail down her neck, back and forth along her collarbone, down in between her breasts, running a circle around her navel and kneeled to slide them off of her. He assisted her out of her ankle booties. His tongue started a trail from her ankle up the inside of her right leg, and up her inner thigh as he slid his hands up her legs to her waist. He stopped at her black tanga and pulled it back down to her ankles with his teeth. She couldn’t stop shivering if she wanted to. Strands of The Love Below held on to the tanga and stretched all the way down to her knees before breaking off. His dick felt like it was about to explode. He came face to face with The Love Below. She smelled like cocoa butter. He ran his tongue down her center to her clit and wrapped his lips around it, tenderly pulling and sucking on it with his lips. Her hands immediately reached to grab the back of his head. She moaned and her knees started shaking. He started to suck more fervently, lazily letting his tongue find its way into the folds of her prism. She gasped and clutched his head with such force that it only made him go in deeper. He couldn’t believe how juicy she was. She kept gushing and gushing right on his tongue and she tasted phenomenal. He wanted to drink her dry.
He pulled his face out of the river and stood up licking his lips. She saw all of her all over his mouth...in his goatee...on his chin. She reached up to pull his face down to hers as she began to suck juice off of his face. She relished the way she tasted. She loved the way she smelled on him. She sucked herself off of his lips, running her tongue along the outline of them teasingly. He couldn’t take it anymore. He craved her. He wanted all of her.
He wanted HER.
The heat in his chest was unlike anything he’d ever felt as he picked her up and laid her on her back on the bed. He stepped out of his sweats and his boxer briefs and stood in front of her taking in every curve, every birth mark, the defined muscles in her legs, her tightly toned stomach, and her gorgeous tattooed arms. She turned him on. He climbed over her placing his left knee in between her legs pushing them apart. He positioned himself in a push-up over her and she reached for him, guiding him towards her unbelievably wet center. He paused right before entering and said….
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