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."

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. =(