***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."
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
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….
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"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
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Booty Talk
I'm still trying to get over the anal hump.
Anal sex.
I mean, I tried it once with Mr. Ghey (that's an entirely different post), and just by doing it the first time, years later it still has me leery.
*insert sad face here*
But I also know people that SWEAR by it and love it like no other. And then I know people who are like "giiirrrrrl don't do it bc I was constipated for two weeks." When I tried it, I was so nervous that it took him about 15 minutes to get it all the way in. Everyone says, "you just have to be REALLLY relaxed."
*stare*
I want someone to explain to me how the FUCK can u be relaxed when a dick is going in your ass? That's like pushing a hammer through a pinhole!
Even an associate in The Pink PussyCat was really trying to explain to me how the anus is "just a muscle that stretches..."
*blank stare*
I wish there was a way that can could get past the second time so that I could perhaps enjoy the third. The first time I did it, I stopped him about 8 or 9 strokes in. My ass ABHORRED me. I felt like my asshole was a never closing hole. I was walking around with an open ass. Omg.
I felt like I had to shit for a week and would just sit in the bathroom on the toilet for hours...for nothing! I was scared that as soon as I'd get dressed, my ass would start leaking! That wasn't the case but my god it sure felt like it. Eventually my ass closed up. Interestingly enough throughout the 9 strokes that I was able to take, the last..two...probably felt the best. So I have a taste of what the "goodness" feels like.
I DO want to do it.
But what FREAKS me is dudes who ALWAYS want me to take it in the butt.
*side eye*
Why are you ALWAYS tryna fuck me in my ass holmes??? Is there something that I should know about you? I mean ESPECIALLY if that's the first thing you're trying to get into over the pussy.
*blinkblink*
So what say you ladies? Is it overrated? Underrated? The shit? (No pun intended).
Talk to me.
Anal sex.
I mean, I tried it once with Mr. Ghey (that's an entirely different post), and just by doing it the first time, years later it still has me leery.
*insert sad face here*
But I also know people that SWEAR by it and love it like no other. And then I know people who are like "giiirrrrrl don't do it bc I was constipated for two weeks." When I tried it, I was so nervous that it took him about 15 minutes to get it all the way in. Everyone says, "you just have to be REALLLY relaxed."
*stare*
I want someone to explain to me how the FUCK can u be relaxed when a dick is going in your ass? That's like pushing a hammer through a pinhole!
Even an associate in The Pink PussyCat was really trying to explain to me how the anus is "just a muscle that stretches..."
*blank stare*
I wish there was a way that can could get past the second time so that I could perhaps enjoy the third. The first time I did it, I stopped him about 8 or 9 strokes in. My ass ABHORRED me. I felt like my asshole was a never closing hole. I was walking around with an open ass. Omg.
I felt like I had to shit for a week and would just sit in the bathroom on the toilet for hours...for nothing! I was scared that as soon as I'd get dressed, my ass would start leaking! That wasn't the case but my god it sure felt like it. Eventually my ass closed up. Interestingly enough throughout the 9 strokes that I was able to take, the last..two...probably felt the best. So I have a taste of what the "goodness" feels like.
I DO want to do it.
But what FREAKS me is dudes who ALWAYS want me to take it in the butt.
*side eye*
Why are you ALWAYS tryna fuck me in my ass holmes??? Is there something that I should know about you? I mean ESPECIALLY if that's the first thing you're trying to get into over the pussy.
*blinkblink*
So what say you ladies? Is it overrated? Underrated? The shit? (No pun intended).
Talk to me.
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