From Skype To My Delight
If there was ever an evening that I lived up to the label of being a somewhat libidinous man, this was it. Horny is inadequate, salacious is proper. I mean, I needed some good ass, make a nigga scream PINEAPPLES pussy. Word to Kevin Hart. For the lack of coming up with a creative way of saying how strong my erection was, I’ll say…my dick was hard as fuck and feeling photogenic. I pulled it out, snapped a pic, and sent it to HER. Her response…”Funny thing is.. I was just in the car thinking about that.” GREEN LIGHT.
I’m running sexual scenarios through my mind. Stairs? Washing Machine? Pool table? She’s coming up with excuses now, “I have to work in the morning.” My disappointment leads to back up plans and back up plans for those back up plans. It was all futile though, I only wanted her. We exchanged text, facebook im’s, and short conversations on the phone. I’m fiending, Get on Skype.
She’s laying on her stomach, ass resembling a distant mountain in the background; I need to climb that. Shit. I need to disable her firewall and infiltrate her system, frying her brain so she can’t compute anything more than moans.
Now I want her to come, but she canceled on me, so I canceled on her and we’re not getting anywhere like this. Fuck it, I’m about to beat my dick like it owes me money. She’s irritated, she has to cum. She walks away, comes back, and drops 3 or 4 vibrators on the bed. “Damn.” She laughs and lays back. “Move those panties to the side,” I encouraged. Now she’s laying back on the bed, pussy wide open, vibrator on her clitoris, with me watching like a nigga who’s paying $4.99 a minute; I would have paid $4.99 a minute. She came, I came. Good night.
It’s the next evening and I’m sitting in my driveway waiting for her to pull up. She gets in and we head to Meijer to grab some groceries. I needed to put her through a few test. We’re in Meijer, I grab a basket and roll it to her, she grabs it and pushes it with no problem. Pass. I walked through the aisles, throwing in grilled salmon that she agrees to cook. Pass. Self-Checkout…she scans, I bag. Teamwork…Pass. We get back to the house, she grabs groceries, takes them in, and puts everything up. Pass. Simple shit, but you’d be surprised at how many women get in your house and just sit down.
Somehow, I let her dictate what we were watching on tv: Clean House, The Game, and HGTV. Enough of this, let’s get in the bed.
I kissed her neck. Instantly ready. She removes her red stockings and I kiss her on the lips. I’m mentally prepared to fuck the shit out of her. No quickies. Whatever type of position. She’s looking so damn good next to me, I gotta go H.A.M. Once I slide in, her box put me in a headlock. I loved it. As she began to increasingly release her wetness on me, I went deeper. I’m winning. We switched from position to position and my confidence grew with my performance. Then she tried to cheat, “When you cum, I want to swallow it.” I didn’t pay her any attention, noticing that she was trying to get the upper hand. I put her on her back again and grabbed her hair while I continuously delivered strong strokes inside her walls. And then…
…..she cheated. “Sooo….when we have this threesome….,” she said. Ain’t this about a bitch. My brain locked, my body stopped, it was over. I felt a slight chill, then I broke down while I bust one of the best nuts I’ve ever had with her. As I shot my nut on her stomach, she looked up in disappointment, “I really wanted to swallow it.” She smirked then celebrated, “I won.” Why would she mess up a good thing? I was on the road to success. My stroke was under control and everything. She continued on, “I was about to start saying some real nasty stuff in 5 seconds.” Does she not understand that it’s hard enough to not cum without the her vulgar narration?!
Unfortunately, she had to leave after that and I was just getting started. I think I’ll be looking for an empty office building to fulfill one of my fantasies with her now…
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7 Comments
1/21/2011
She won! haha!Dang you really wanted her uh!I mean for your backup plan to be skype and not calling some other chick to do the “durrrty” in person..that says alot about how you feel about her.Is she a main or “in nomination” to become one loll!
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January 21st, 2011 at 3:18 pm
She’s too inconsistent to be my main, but when I’m with her or talking to her, I enjoy her. I don’t think we’ve had a been disagreement yet, oh wait, she doesn’t like Logan’s steakhouse. That could be a deal breaker.
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1/21/2011
Too Inconsistent…i understand. LOL @ deal breaker ! You are too funny.By the way excuse my english i speak french lol
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1/22/2011
Now u know u couldve showed us something!! u spoiled us from the start with audio and now its the focus of my thoughts!! I still love ur blog regardless!!
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January 24th, 2011 at 1:34 am
lol, 300 blog post and 10 have audio.
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1/22/2011
I just died 5 times @ “my dick was feelin photogenic”!!! Boy you play too much!
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January 24th, 2011 at 1:33 am
I’m just saying though, it was striking a pose.
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