Mr. Bright Idea aka The Ice Man

See now, I love great sex. Who doesn't? But great sex can scare the shit outta me because of the simple fact that I don't want to become addicted to a dick. I need to be able to detach at a moments notice. So this new one comes along. The first time we had sex - it was at his house and he was chasing me around with the dick...like he was obsessed with the pussy. I was like ok, I get it, you love it. Cool. The overall sex that night was cool. Nothing super spectacular, no fireworks...just lots of sweat. He was kinda rough - smackin' my ass MAD hard... hands a tad too tight around my neck... I chucked it up to the fact that maybe he hadn't had any in a while, or maybe he was just mad excited.

Bleh.

I digress.

Fast forward to the second time we had sex.

It seemed to be really emotional and shit and I have no idea where the fuck that came from. He wanted me to look him in his eyes and shit and I'm like WTF for??? Just fuck me! Apparently he thought it was "cute" when I fell asleep on his chest.

What the fuck ever. I don't love these hoes.

Moving on to the last time we had sex. I found myself pressed up against my bathroom door with my pants being yanked off of me.

Here we go with this rough shit again.

So he gets on his knees and proceeds to have a conversation with my clit. Cool. Not the best of em, but hey, do what you need to do. He suddenly jumped up and pushed me into the bedroom and onto the bed.

He was definitely turnt up. Then I remembered, He had just had a few shots of Jack.

At some point he had put a condom on and climbed on top of me and proceeded to ram his cock in me like he had a point to prove. I wasn't amused, nor impressed. He jumped up out of bed and walked out of the room and I heard him go in the fridge. He comes back and I hear him playing with ice.

First of all. I don't like ice.

I don't chew it, barely use it, and hate it and anything cold next to my body like that.

"I don't like ice."

"Turn over."

"What did I just say? I DON'T LIKE ICE."

This motherfucker flips me over and proceeds to run ice down my spine. FUCKING FAIL.
My body tenses up in shock to the point that I can't even speak. With his other hand he takes an ice cube and tried to stick it in my pussy. Meanwhile, I'm feeling these fucking ice cubes melt...onto my fucking sheets.

I fucking flipped over screaming.

"I TOLD YOU I DON'T LIKE FUCKING ICE!!!!!!"

He stops what he's doing and sits up and looks at me through the darkness. I look back at him. He gets up and takes the remainders of the cubes to the bathroom.

I was shivering, mad my sheets were wet, and all the way turned off.

I turned over and fell asleep and when I awoke the next morning, he was gone.

I shot him a text telling him how I felt about that when I got up the next morning citing how I felt about his fucking shenanigans and how I didn't like his unnecessary roughness. Of course he wanted to talk about it but that shit got him offed.

Mr. Brooklyn

Keep in mind there is a prelude to this post that will follow…weird, I know. Just work with me on this one.

Welp, I knew I was playing myself telling him to come and meet me at the nail salon because I was already lit up off of the two Mai Tai's I had consumed right before getting to the salon. I wasn’t actually thinking of fucking but…well…wait, yes I was – BUT I knew I had to go home so it wasn’t really an option. Besides, all I truly wanted was to just lie down and sleep.

But I digress.

And so he came. I was zoning out whilst my nails dried and he walked in with this fucking light grey slim-cut suit on, his leather pebble grey bag, purple and grey tie knotted to perfection, with his hair cascading way past his shoulders. I looked up and felt my face get hot immediately as I glanced at my watch.

"I know…I’m four minutes late."

Right.

I gathered my things and since he said he was hungry I suggested BBQs since it was a few doors down. As we began to walk I felt his deft hand cup my left ass cheek beneath my raincoat. I jumped because I didn’t expect it but man, it made me horny as fuck.

Fast forward a couple frozen margaritas with extra shots.

"You're coming to Brooklyn tonight."

"I can’t. I have to go home."

"What do you have to do at home?"

"Stuff."

"Fuck that. You’re coming with me. I’ll put you in a cab home."

"No."

He gave me a look that read: Yea we’ll see.

We weren’t out of the restaurant fifteen seconds before he threw me up against the storefront gate next door and pressed his body up against mine while burying his tongue in my mouth. Jesus.

That same skillful hand reached around and grabbed my ass so tight that I just wanted to take my clothes off right in the middle of the sidewalk and just take the dick. His lips made my fucking insides melt. Always did.

I was going to Brooklyn.

Twenty minutes later I was in Brooklyn walking through the door of his place. I definitely wanted to take a good twenty minute nap before the festivities as my buzz was descending from its peak. He disappeared into his bedroom as I took my jacket off and just took a moment to take everything in in his living room. Three years had been a long time.

He’d come back into the living room and poured me a double shot of Pure White.

Well damn.

I could tell he was buzzed as fuck which was totally fine but I could tell he was ready. He walked up behind me and unbuttoned my slacks, slipping his free hand into the front of my thong to cup my lips. I got out of my clothes in record time and walked over the wall to cut the light out so we could retire to the bedroom. He spun me around and next thing I know he was on his knees with his mouth buried in my pussy.

Holy shit.

Not many guys know what to do with a clit bar but THIS man was not one of them.

Damn.

At some point I finished that double shot before we made it in to the bedroom. I climbed up on the bed and he shoved me onto my back and opened my legs so he could finish what he started. All I felt was the base of his tongue flush up against my box. He pulsed in. He pulsed out. My back felt like it would break due to the arch he was causing. My body began to tremble severely as he tightened his grip around my waist as I squirmed. Fuck it. I came all over his mouth.

I laid back and closed my eyes for a moment and felt him climb up on the bed. I felt him grab my wrists and opened my eyes to see him wrapping a long black rope around them.

What. In. The. Fuck.

"WHAT THE FUCK."

See I don’t have a problem with bondage. Unbeknowenst to you all I'd just never done it. There was something about not being able to move the way I wanted to and being vulnerable to anything that quite frankly scared the shit outta me.

"Shut the fuck up."

"Oh really? Is this what we’re doing?"

I’m telling you. This motherfucker’s hands must’ve had wings on them or some shit because before I knew it, my wrists AND my ankles were bound.

I tried to wriggle out of the seemingly masterful Club Scout knots to no avail. I finally gave in as he once again buried his mouth into my still oozing folds. I was NOT comfortable NOT having full control of the situation so I began to shift around to try and loosen the bondage. No deal.

My head was hanging off the edge of the bed as I tried to figure out what he was doing. He walked around and stood over me positioned so that his dick was in my face.

Yum.

"You didn’t have to tie me up for me to suck your cock."

I slid back a tad to angle my head where I could take him into my mouth. And take him in my mouth I did. As he slowly began to slide in further, I felt him get harder with every inch. I felt his heart throbbing through his dick and it turned me on. He began to rock back and forth as I relaxed my throat to try and get him in as far as I could at the angle I was at.

Look Ma...no hands.

Damn. He tasted good. He smelled good. I could eat this motherfucker alive. I wanted to touch him. I needed to touch him. I still tried to loosen the rope to no avail. He saw the frustration in my eyes and slowly pulled out of my mouth to walk around the other side of the bed, pulled one end of the rope and everything loosened at the same damned time.

He was on some magician shit I see. He must’ve picked that up over the last three years. (More about that in the prelude)

I pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him with the quickness. I didn’t want any more surprises. The absolute lust and tipsiness in his eyes was making my box throb. I leaned down to kiss him softly. Loving how I tasted on him. Loving how powerful I felt knowing that it was me all over his face. Taking in how every inch of his lips felt on mine. How unbelievably soft they were. How they met mine with matched enthusiasm. How they parted to let me in. How he teased my tongue with his…giving me little by little until I could suck on his entire tongue.

Slowly.

Tenderly.

It seemed like his dick was trying to poke a hole through my leg. Mmmm. Slowly gyrating on his dick and slowly sucking his tongue at the same time was doing things to both of us. He pushed me back onto the bed. There was a lot of damned pushing going on.

His hands cupped and massaged my tits before his mouth met my left nipple. His tongue flicked and drew circles around it. He seemed to have a conversation with it before he moved on to its counterpart.

Fuck this.

I wanted the dick now.

"You want it?"

"Yes."

"You sure?"

"Stop playing with me."

"Alright…you asked for it."

He entered slowly for a sec and proceeded to ram his cock up in me. I screamed. He slowly pulled out to the tip and rammed it back in again. I screamed again grabbing the back of his head and pulling his mouth to mine and I opened wide to meet his next stroke…ready. He kissed me with an urgency that I matched. My body was on fire as he rammed me once again as I moaned into his mouth. He lay on top of me still as our bodies remained connected at the hips. I squeezed. He moaned. He began to wind his waist and I felt his dick move in small circles inside of me. Looking up at him through half-opened eyes pulling his hair back out of his face. We looked at each other. So many things left to say. So many things I wanted to say but refused. So many things I felt but would not say. I couldn’t. I would let my body say what it needed to. He sat up enough to push my legs back so my knees touched my ears. He began to fuck me slow. Making sure I felt every inch. Flush. Molding my insides to fit him. To welcome him. To take him. I managed to push myself up and pushed him on his back. I mounted that gorgeous piece of muscle and just sat on it for a moment. I closed my eyes and just savored the feeling of him inside of me. Me being on top was a whole new ballgame. And he knew it too.

I began to ride that dick like the pro that I am. Zoning out.

I became one with the dick.

I tried to ride that dick off of his body. Rising up to the tip and slamming my ass down. Over and over again. Digging my nails into his chest forgetting that he was even there. Losing it. Faster and faster. Feeling the bed slide across the floor. I rode. My pelvis going back and forth, cheeks slapping on his balls. I was gone. I exploded on him. It felt like I was sitting on the Atlantic. I was exhausted as I collapsed on his chest. He let me be for a moment as I took note of his dick still pulsing in me. Hard. He gingerly moved me to the side as I lay on my stomach. He slowly entered me from behind. As tired as I was I couldn’t get enough of this dick. I propped myself up and threw my ass back on it. The sound of my ass slapping his pelvis turning me on. I began to throw it back with such fury that he had to regroup to get his balance. I didn’t give a fuck. You want it. You take it. The sounds of my wetness further enhanced my horniness. The sounds of him slapping my ass did it. I came all over his dick. Again and again and again. He flipped me over and as I wrapped my legs around his waist I felt his dick grow inside of me and his moans grew louder. I grabbed both of his nipples and gently squeezed as he exploded into me…his screams drowning out mine. His body shaking with every bit he let go. His screams echoing throughout the room. He collapsed back onto the bed.

We lay there until our heartbeats slowed.

I lay on my side curled up away from him as he dozed off trying to fight back the tears that refused to be held captive any longer. I silently allowed them to roll across the bridge of my nose and down across my other cheek.

Five minutes later I got up, got dressed, and woke him so he could call me a cab.


© 2012 Farrah Barnes

Mr. Got Me Fucked Up/Drowndeep Hula- Updated

It's been quite some time since I have been on here but I had to come back and re-read some posts I wrote because I was thinking about some things. I was on Facebook and saw that Mr. Got Me Fucked Up/Drowndeep Hula got married. I knew he was but I haven't really spoken to him in a while. He'd reached out a little ways back to say hey and that was about it but I was already off him by then. When I knew he was getting married it made me feel a way and I knew that I wouldn't see him again. I didn't post about our last encounter but it was juicy like the previous one. I had stayed the night with him this time and in the morning we got up, showered, did the get ready to go to work thing because that's where he was going and I can't remember where the hell I was going. I was packed and ready to go as was he and I'm asking what time he had to go because I would've waited. He said "Oh...you can go."

*slams on breaks*

Wait...what?

He had completely dismissed me like he left me money on the night table. He saw the look on my face and immediately apologized saying that he didn't mean it like that. Too late. I was already offended. I left. Pissed as fuck.

What had happened later on after a few weeks was that I had found out that he was in NYC and didn't hit me up. It didn't have to be about fucking so I let him know that. I had seen him before while he was here and we kicked it out and about in SoHo - so it was kinda like really? So me being me had that conversation with him. Dude, I'm actually pretty fucking cool to hang out with so it was real lame of you to not hit me up because you wanted to go ahead and do that whole engaged and marriage thing. I mean really?

He apologized and said that he agreed and that the next time he was in town we should go get a drink.

Negative.

The fact that I even had to say that shit is the end of everything.

So I fell all the way back feeling like there was really nothing to be said...especially from the "You can go" shit. I reread my last post about him and was reminiscing and shit until I realized a few things along with seeing his wedding pics. I wish him well I suppose. Just makes me feel like he had no regard to how I may have felt about anything is all.

Oh well.

A Stretch of Exes

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. =)

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.

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

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