Candles and Reese Cups
She told me she missed me; how she couldn’t wait for me to be inside of her. She’d be at the room at 10, but instructed me to meet her there at 10:30. I figured she just wanted to freshen up first, having no idea, she was about A-Team herself in one night. K undressed…the undresser.
I took the nervous stroll down to room 204, wondering in my head what she had in store for me. Was there another girl behind the door? Was I going to be able to work her walls like it was in my job description? My heart raced as I knocked on the door, waiting anxiously for her to open it, for what seemed to be like hours. Finally, her head peaked from behind the door as she pulled it back, staying hidden from my view.
The room was dark. On the table, laid individually wrapped Reese Cups, surrounded by candles. On the desk, a bigger pack of Reese’s surrounded by Hershey’s and candles. Trey Songz softly played from her cell phone sitting on the night stand as I stood in the middle of the room with a huge grin on my face. “So you’ve been busy?”, I questioned. I turned around for an answer, but was met by her beautiful smile. The only thing separated me from her body was her red negligee hanging off her curvaceous yellow frame. My eyes followed down her thighs, to her legs, leading to her sexy black heels. I undressed, quickly, leaving my clothes flung across the room.
She sat down on the bed, pulled down my hoopin’ shorts as I stood in front of her, and began to lick it. Balls in one hand, dick in the other; stroking and massaging. She licked my nuts, came back up, and started to nod her head to the beat. She’s good at this, so I embrace the feelings as she continues to add to my desire to be inside of her.
“Lay down,” she said. I followed her instructions like a puppy in training. My eyes followed her as she went to get the lotion, returning to the bed to to rub my back. The warm feeling of her hands across my back drove me crazy. She gave attention to every area, never missing a spot, much like I planned to do her vaginal canal. Starting at my shoulders, down the middle of my back, to the sides. She put my body to ease, allowing for all of my energy to flow to the right part. And with that, I got up, and laid her down.
Nothing matters right now but the explosion between her legs. There is no rush…no race. My sole purpose is her pleasure, mine is just an added benefit. I pulled her panties off slowly and leaned over her to kiss on her neck. She ran her hands down my stomach and grabbed my screwdriver, waiting for me to slowly secure myself inside of her. I couldn’t have been any harder if I was made of steel. I looked down at her, indirectly showing her the most passionate eyes she’s ever seen. “Give it to me,” she demanded, but I assured her once again, “baby, there’s no rush.”
Now I’m in her. Slowly aggressive. I need her to feel this. I need her body to to suffer from after shocks before the earthquakes even occur. In and out as she rubs her hands all over my body, crying out for me not to stop. I concentrate on spots, quadrants, still slow…but so damn strong. You know like, when you’re doing bench presses, it’s not about how many times you can lift the weight, but your form….slow, controlled pushes. All the neighbors would have known my name if it was daddy. She wrapped her legs around my back while I kissed her nipples then gently biting them. Her back stayed in the same position as her legs moved around in the air, allowing for different angles of penetration. 10 minutes in and I can feel the urge to erupt, so I bow out. “Where are you going?” she asked, as if I was keeping her alive. “I’m right here”, I answered.
I didn’t go far, I simply took one part of me away, and placed my tongue just above there. Wet is for amateurs; this girl was in the middle of a tropical rain storm, as I placed my tongue on her clit. She taste…good. I rarely eat it, a few here and there, a few times for every 100 times I’m in it, but this felt right. I surrendered any apprehensions, licking slowly like I know what I’m doing. Flipping my tongue on her clit while I sucked it, licking her insides to the beat, feeling her thighs collapse around my head. My pleasure is her pleasure.
I get up, licking my lips, telling her to bend over. She couldn’t flip over fast enough as I prepared to enter again. Face down, ass up. A soft, bouncy, yellow ass. I slide in like I was supposed to be there, looking down as she threw it back. I had to slow her down, reminding her, it’s not a rush. I pushed the small of her back down, so her arch was a perfect slope, and then…I went to work. STRONG. Full throttle, then I hit the brakes. To the left, to the right, fast again. I could have surfed on the waves her ass produced. Songs came and went before I first the next urge to cum and when I did, I once again, gracefully bowed out. I walked over the chair and sat down, she met me there on her knees, snatched it off, and put my erection in her mouth once again.
This is when I grabbed my camera, snapping a few pics of what was going on because I knew I was going to blog about it one day. Stupid mistake. Too focused on the future and not enjoying the present. As a result, I began to lose my erection, so I quickly put the camera down so I could re-focus. Thankfully, it worked quickly. I got up, pulled her up, and told her to put her knees on the seat, facing the back of the chair. Good alignment. I slid another one on and got back to work. This time, I went H.A.M., Fast and the Furious. Sweat started to accumulate on my forehead, but I didn’t wither.
P90-XXX. Fuck it, let’s burn calories. Cross smack to the right cheek with my left hand, then vice versa. You could hear the collision of our bodies every time I pushed in again. Let’s switch. I sat down, she bent over in front of me, bouncing on it. Damn she feels good. Switch. Ride me while you face me. Her feet aren’t even touching the floor anymore. Where’s that camera?
I take her back to the bed and grab her hair while I stroke her with authority. Then…she starts talking that shit. That shit that makes my brain stop working. Nut mode. Pull out, snatch it off, leave children on her stomach. The End.
And for those who like to listen…
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Author: The Undresser
Black, Single, and Not Looking. Enjoys grilled salmon, cold glasses of water, and grocery shopping at Meijer. Likes women with nice ass to waist ratios, Reese Cups, and watching Real Time with Bill Maher. Dislikes cigarettes, littering, and disobedient children.
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25 Comments
4/9/2011
I have to say, this was nice to read =)
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4/9/2011
u dunno what to do wit her nigga. she shoulda let a real niggah get at her.
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4/9/2011
^^^
You mad? LOL
No freaking comment on that audio!
*leaves looking for her B.O.B* LMAO
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April 10th, 2011 at 10:45 pm
you’re silly, lol. I think Mello Yello used to call her…toy Bob, before that song came out.
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AGK Reply:
April 12th, 2011 at 12:20 pm
Every woman’s best friend!
He never cheats <3 LMAO!
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4/9/2011
WOW! I literally just envisioned this whole experience from the beginning to the end…
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4/9/2011
Im wet..smh lol
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4/9/2011
wow, lucky girl and nice read. Un, what in your opinion makes a woman worthy of this kind of treatment? (runs to get a pad and pen)
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April 10th, 2011 at 4:42 pm
What kind of treatment do you mean?
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April 10th, 2011 at 7:03 pm
What about a woman motivates that man to go the extra mile to satisfy her versus what doesn not.
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April 10th, 2011 at 10:41 pm
For me, there are two reasons: either I love for her and value her opinion or we have amazing sexual chemistry. With her, it’s the chemistry, coupled with the desire she has to please me. We were having sex one time and out of nowhere, she called her girl upstairs to record it. She’s proactive with her sexuality and I appreciate that. Even then, it’s important to remember that I’ve had sex with her multiple times, this was just one of those days.
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April 11th, 2011 at 12:42 am
Thanks for the response Un, I hope you don’t mind but it has caused me to ponder the next following question.
It’s refreshing to hear some men are into proactive women. Do you have any tips on how to identify men who are truly interested in those kind of women and if so how would you recommend they approach?
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April 12th, 2011 at 12:22 am
I can only speak on me. Thirstiness is a turn off, so it should be noted that this is the same woman from the “Lucky Number Seven” post. Keep in mind, she’s been reading this blog for a long time, so she already knew I liked proactive women. The best “advice” I can give is that if you honestly are interesting in a man, approach him like you’d want him to approach you.
4/9/2011
Except for the “im your bitch line…” DAMN!
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4/10/2011
ONCE AGAIN… =)
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4/10/2011
I know she had a big ass smile leaving out that hotel by the way she was screaming (yet, salty when she said ”
I’m yo bitch” ummm..)that was pretty creative with the reeses theme…*ideas* lol..
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4/10/2011
Your wrighting skills have blossomed tremendously over the years. Aren’t you just the descriptive genius. Job well done sir.
@Ocb, TMI but ditto none the less. LOL
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4/11/2011
=) after she told me what happened i was like yes. but u make it sound even better. i wish i could have been there 2 watch. yall gone invite me next time right?
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The Undresser Reply:
April 12th, 2011 at 12:23 am
ummm, lol, who are you?
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4/11/2011
if yu promise 2 take ur time with me like this u can have me 2. lolz. i cant even lie i was gettin sooo wet wishing it was me instead of her
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4/11/2011
Mr. Undresser, I’m curious to know what made you choose that particular Jay-Z verse at tbe beginning of the audio clip?
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April 12th, 2011 at 12:24 am
I don’t know. I used up most of the clips I already had.
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4/12/2011
Nice!!
Im curious…how would you describe your readers?? Men, women, educated, uneducated, young, old, etc.
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The Undresser Reply:
April 12th, 2011 at 12:49 pm
I have no idea on the demographics of my the people who read my blog. I’d assume that most were female, either in college or having atleast a bachelors degree, ages 18-25. Those assumptions derive from e-mails and facebook friends of the blog.
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4/23/2011
Hmm..I think I might be a little jealous.
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