Sexy Chocolate Pt. 2 – Follow Me
Her agonistic attitude is somehow responsible for my sexual arousal. She’s witty and facetious, attractive, and almost flawlessly thick. However, everything becomes a matter of dispute when we converse, which becomes rather annoying when I’m usually right to begin with. Perhaps she has an evil plan to annoy me as much as possible so that my strokes are just a tad bit more aggressive when I penetrate her box. I mean, the more she talks shit, the more I want to fuck her.
I called her up in the a.m. while I was in her area. I just wanted a hug. Squeezing a fat ass in the morning is my form of coffee. At no point in time did I actually think she’d be home or even say yes, but she did. When I pulled up, she held the door open as if to invite me inside, but I remained seated in my car. I’ve had sex with her in her parking lot, around the corner from her apartment, and it seems like everywhere but inside of her home. She had never let come in before, for reasons I never card to remember, but apparently, today was my day. Yellow Light.
I watched her ass dance in her pajama pants up to her second floor apartment. I was slightly enthused; finally being granted access to this secret clubhouse, and noticing how clean and well kept the entire apartment was only added to my excited mood. I wasn’t horny, but cleanliness simply does something to me. I gave her a hug and took a seat while she searched her kitchen for something to eat. “I’m hungry,” she announced. “So am I, what are you cooking us?” I responded. “Us?” she questioned to let me know I wasn’t apart of this meal. “I’m not making us anything.” Bitch what? is the first thing that popped into my mind. I sat there for a second as my ego and my brain raged in civil war, eventually my pride won out.
“Aight ms, I’m gone”, I said. She nonchalantly walked over the door and opened it, which oddly made me want to hug her again…and then…I felt her ass again…and then…I closed her door and sat back down again; I think her booty just made me her bitch. Her smile is Colgate commercial status and she reveals it after every wise-crack, like it brings her pleasure. She offered me some orange juice and made her way back and forth throughout her apartment while making her daily morning phone calls to several members of her family. On her final pass, right before she finished making her chicken-salad, I grabbed in the middle of the dining room and kissed on her neck. She moaned out. Green Light.
She has mastered the act of teasing me. It’s just enough not to get me to leave and just enough to make me chase her. Now I’ve committed to the game. I’ve taken off my jacket and placed it on the back of one of the chairs in the dining room and I’m sitting on the couch in the living room, looking at her through the window to her kitchen. She’s playing the game well, “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”, she asked. Classic line. When she returned to the living room, I resumed kissing her. Damn she’s soft. I place on my lap; riding position. I laid her down on the floor, falling in slow motion on top of her, continuing to kiss on her breast. For some reason, I still wasn’t expecting to have sex with her. She’s never denied me access before, atleast not face to face, but you must expect the unexpected when dealing with anyone you met at Walmart.
Laying on her back, sexual body language on deck, she asked me, “Are you ready?” but I still wasn’t sure. “Are you?” I questioned back. She nodded and replied “Yes.” I stood up, grabbed her hands to lift her off the floor, and headed to her bedroom. Green Light.
I watched her remove her pants and thongs at the foot of her bed while I retrieved a condom from my jeans. She grabbed my dick and sucked it while she stood up, just enough to make sure all of my blood was flowing to the right muscles. As she climbed on the bed, she whispered back to me, “If I move, just follow me. I want it all around the apartment.”
Doggystyle, missionary variations, whatever; My primary muscle was doing P90x inside of her. When I bagged up for a second, she got down off the bed and said “follow me.” She led me into the bathroom, began to bend over the sink, and I slid right back in. I grabbed her left leg and put it up on the counter while she threw her ass on me. I fucked her like I was mad at the pussy. Her head started hitting the mirror and wall, so I pulled her back, then continued. We walked out of the bathroom and I laid her down on the floor to in the hallway…more strokes. To the living room…more strokes.
Now we’re in the living room and she’s bent over the couch with her knees on the floor. When my knees started to give in, I laid down and told her to ride me. She went through the motions: squat, grind, silver surfer, and reverse cowgirl until I was just about to cum. I grabbed her and put her on her back, ironically the same position and spot where it all started. I did my best not to look her in the eyes, but as soon as I did, I got the feeling…and…I unloaded.
I really wish this woman had slightly different personality traits, but she is who she is. We’ve stopped talking atleast 5 times, only to hook back up and forget why we stopped talking in the first place. Go figure.
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15 Comments
1/26/2011
Aaaah, “make up” sex is always the BESTEST! Lmao
I know you’re not together or anything, but you know what i mean.
I love pissing my partners off for that exact same reason! Get iiiit!
PS. Where’s the audio UH? Smdh
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January 26th, 2011 at 9:01 pm
you do realize that everytime I have sex, I’m not searching for a way to record it right? But if you want to hear some sex…come here.
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January 28th, 2011 at 11:55 pm
i was gonna ask the same question.
if you aren’t fixin to record each session…why even tell us about it!!!!!!?!!?!
LOL.
#teamaudio
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February 2nd, 2011 at 3:56 pm
eh, you always have the option to scroll through the post, look for audio, then leave, lol.
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March 24th, 2011 at 1:04 am
keisha brown, there you go…lol @ “teamaudio”
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1/26/2011
Um. Maybe I’m an amateur. But…what the heck is silver surfer?
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January 26th, 2011 at 9:00 pm
lol, special mix.
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1/26/2011
Uh, ummmm, what’s a silver surfer?
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January 26th, 2011 at 5:24 pm
lol.
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1/27/2011
Every time I hear the song “Skin” by Rihanna I think of you uH
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January 28th, 2011 at 8:33 am
never heard it. I’m not a fan of Rihanna’s music.
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1/27/2011
Every time I hear the song “Skin” by Rihanna I think of you uH
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1/28/2011
I swear I I had to pause and think when I read this because I go through the exact thing with a dude I kick it with. LOL
“We’ve stopped talking atleast 5 times, only to hook back up and forget why we stopped talking in the first place. Go figure.” <—- at least I know I am not alone.
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February 2nd, 2011 at 3:56 pm
I’m sure it happens all the time.
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3/24/2011
Good story.
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