And This Is Why…

I’m sitting here, half nude, my hair is wet, dressed in the robe you hate so much, thinking about the question you asked me:

What makes you come so hard?

It’s always the anticipation. Always. Knowing you’re coming at a specific time, my getting ready for you, the bathing, drying, perfuming of my body. Putting on my red lips that I know you’re only going to mess up with your big mouth when you kiss me.

Waiting, half-naked, for that time when you’ll arrive. I’m always half-naked, wearing the booty shorts that you love that define my curves the way you like. Or sometimes I’m wearing the robe you hate so much.

The one that always makes you ask:

Why aren’t you naked yet?

So all of that anticipation.

That’s what makes me come so hard.

Combine that with thoughts of having your dick in my mouth and how I KNOW it’ll be sloppy. My mouth waters just thinking about the deep throat. It really does hit that thing at the back of my throat and the spit just comes uncontrollably. It’s amazing really.

And then I think of your moans because you fucking moan so loudly as if you’ve never had head like that and then you push down on my head to get deeper and I gag.

That’s what makes me come so hard.

And then I think of how I’m going to kiss you and how your mouth just devours mine and how your tongue matches mine and I swear I’m wet thinking about it now.

I love kissing you.

And then, God help me…

Thinking of when you’ve finally had enough and my mouth is all smeared and my bed is wet from the saliva that dripped out of my mouth while I had you in the back of my throat and I got tears and slobber all over my chin and you’re ready to fuck me.

Thinking of when you turn me over to look at my face so you could watch me when you finally enter me….because you like how I look and how my eyes roll and how my mouth drops open…

You know those first few seconds. I make sure you know, I’ve told you enough times. Those few seconds when you first slide in. That one two three four five seconds where you are trying so hard not to pound it. You’re trying so hard to control it.

But you can’t ever control it, can you?

That’s what makes me come so hard.

And then you pull away and do it again and then you pull away and do it again, trying to recreate that one two three four five seconds. And then you go down and lick me clean with that motherfucking mouth of yours and I always beg to kiss you after that.


And then you come back and you put your mouth on mine and I suck your tongue and you put that big fucking cock back inside me and at this point, at this point, there’s no turning back.


And you need to keep kissing me and you need to keep fucking me and I just hold on to your ass and thrust up against you and I swear it’s only been two minutes since you’ve been inside me but you know that’s all I need…

And you ask for it.

Lemme feel it baby. Lemme feel that pussy come baby…

That’s what makes me come so hard.

And I swear to God, you’re not even done the damn sentence yet and I’m throbbing all over that dick.

And you know I don’t hold back. You pause inside me for a few seconds every time, just to feel it clench around your dick but you know how I always yell out, not wanting you to stop, not wanting you to hold back and you don’t, you fuck it just how I like it, just how I’ve begged for it, and I’m still coming and you’re enjoying every second of my orgasm and you’re smiling, proud, so proud, and I’m still coming and it’s wet baby, so wet and you know I want to come forever, I don’t want it to end.

And I’m spent. Panting. My mouth open, my tongue out and always ready to take you but I have to come again because you didn’t stop your thrusting and I want more, I always want more and that second orgasm is cute and quick and fun and I have to stop. You have to stop thrusting, baby because at this point….

…it’s your turn.

And this is why I come so hard.


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*reposted from @mizzlovelippz*

I feel like you’d soothe my soul. You’d console me and make me feel better and you’d touch me without even touching me. You’d lay with me and stroke me and touch my hair, and you’d play with my curls. You’d look into my eyes and you’d stay there, quiet, feeling my need for peace. And you’d let my tears fall, and wouldn’t try to wipe them away because you know I don’t want you to wipe them. I just want you to acknowledge them. And you do. You acknowledge them silently.  And you watch my ears puddle up with tears but you don’t wipe them.  You wait until I turn my head and let the tears fall out while I look up into your eyes and then I close them again and settle back into position.

And you cuddle me with just enough space for me to breathe because you know I can’t be smothered, you know I need my space.

But at that moment, I need you. And I know you would do this.

And you know not to say anything because I don’t want to hear anything. I don’t want any noise or any sounds or anything getting in the way of this moment of ours, even though it’s really only my moment and I’m just allowing you to be in it.
And I know you’d inhale with my deep breaths and you’d exhale with my sighs. And that alone would be enough to just soothe me.

I know if you were here, you’d just soothe me.  And that’s all I need right now.


Baby you’re no good, think I fell for you, fell for you, I fell for you.

“Come with me,” he said as he took my hand.

He wanted my red lips on him.  He wanted to fill me up with him; everywhere.  I laid across the bed and stretched out over the edge.  Immediately he filled my mouth.

I opened wide and let him.

You got me putting time in, time in, nobody got me feeling this way.  You probably think I’m lying, lying, I’m used to bitches coming right away.

I looked up at him and watched his face.  I watched him as I pleased him slowly, rolling my tongue up and around and over and enjoying every satisfying sound from his throat.

You got me touching on your body.

He climbed over me and rested his body in between my legs.  One light stroke against me and he was inside, making me pull him in deeper.  I wrapped my legs around him and let him take me; short strokes, long strokes, deep strokes, light strokes.

I got you touching on your body.

“Keep that tongue inside your mouth,” he said.  “Don’t let me see it or else I’ll come.”

I bit my lip, bracing myself.  Waves and waves, rolling tides, the ultimate rush crashing over me, in between my legs, over my skin, making my eyes roll behind my head.

“Will you do this forever?  Will you fuck me till I die?  I want this forever.  Can we have this forever?”  I begged.

“Yes,” he replied. “You’ll get this forever.  As long as I’m alive, you’ll get this.”

And he spilled inside me, tongue and mouth and hands everywhere, moans of passion and hunger escaping our lips.

To say that we’re in love is dangerous, but girl, I’m so glad we’re acquainted.

The Weeknd – Acquainted

The Love Scene 

“Let’s make a love scene, steamy and blue, erotic memories for an audience of two; and we’ll make a love scene, let the foreplay begin and replay each moment again and again and again.” – Joe, “The Love Scene.”


It’s like no time has passed.  He still looks at me that way, without blinking, straight in my eyes, making my heart flutter and my insides toss around just a little with desire.

And when he says, “Let’s go,” and I know just exactly where I’m going to end up, he still makes sure I know he’s in control.

I don’t have to say a thing, no rules, no limits, no boundaries and in the seconds it takes me to pull my panties down, he’s stripped down and full and at my side, ready to take all this love.

His mouth takes my lips, my tongue, my neck, back to my chin, why does he do that, while I writhe and squirm and he doesn’t move; I’m pressed down into his mattress and I’m intoxicated with his shower fresh clean scent and I just want this pleasure…

No instructions, no guidance, no “harder” or “faster” because he’s got all these strokes in line and he won’t let me, he won’t let me….

But it’s love he’s making.  With all this control he’s taking, he’s making sure to love; every stroke is gentle, every word spoken softly, and he’s making sure I remember he didn’t hurt me, he’s making sure I remember every inch, he doesn’t want me to forget, but he doesn’t let me…

He slows when he knows, driving me to my absolute worst, covering my mouth with his to silence my cries of his pleasing and I whimper, and he waits, pushing when he wants to, pressing me deeper when he feels it and I can’t…

It’s one stroke and two strokes and three strokes and I’m losing count as I lose my head and all my inhibitions completely gone and I swear my heart is stopping, I swear it’s going to stop with all this exploding….

But it doesn’t.  It explodes with all this love.  And I make sure he knows….

It’s Your Birthday

Happy birthday.

I know it’s your day but I want to unwrap you. I want to peel away every item that’s keeping me from…

….that skin. That milk chocolate that melts in my mouth. Sweet. Delicious.

I want to intertwine my fingers with yours and look into your eyes and let you know when…

…I’m ready. That mouth that speaks nothing but sweetness, talking about “princess” and “baby” but you know I ain’t nobody’s princess. Take me from this kingdom though….

….take me anywhere.

It’s your birthday. Feel free to take me anywhere. Take this love I give you, do with it as you please.

I’ll make you remember today, make you wish every day was your birthday. I’ll blow at your ear the way I do and lick your navel like you like me to. Heh. You got me rhyming.

Lets celebrate. Let me unwrap you. And then…

…you can unwrap me too.

Happy birthday Michael.

Five years. We met for the first time right after your birthday; I wanting to make up for lost time, you wanting to stop time. Nothing’s changed since then aside from stronger feelings and happier hearts. And you? You make this heart smile. From the moment you pulled at my coat collar to kiss me, lips quivering in anticipation, hearts pounding, you had me.

I want to celebrate. Unwrap me now…


All Her Love

It brings me great pleasure to have @WisdomIsMisery guest post as “Michael”.  Stalk his site (and sexy photos).  I bet you’ll love him as much as I do.  Thank you for being “Michael”, if only for one day.

And she promised me that it would take some time, but she would leave him alone, and the thought of her loving only me, that’s the thing that keeps me strong. – “All Her Love” – Donnell Jones

It was another boring meeting. Damian sat upfront preaching to a round table of employees about quarterly earnings. Michael was beginning to despise him. He could almost hear the arrogance in Damian’s every word. He gritted his teeth at the thought of Damian fucking Savannah replaying in his mind, again. He couldn’t take it anymore.

He turned away and began to tune out.

His Blackberry vibrated in his pocket. His heart thumped at his throat. He quickly said a prayer, hoping it was a message from Savannah. He looked down and his heart quickly sunk. It was an email with the updated statistics Damian was talking about. Dammit.

It had been a few weeks since he talked to Savannah, not since the party. It wasn’t her fault. A myriad of emotions, mainly pride, kept him from reaching out to her. He’d made a few attempts after that night with no success. She hadn’t returned his messages or his calls. He was almost certain Damian had something to do with this, so he gave up trying to contact her. Instead, he spent many nights with his hands clasped behind his head, dick hard, thinking about her. He was horny. He was angry. Jealous? No. No, not jealous? “Why would I be?” he wondered to himself. They weren’t even together. It’s only pussy, he tried to reassure himself.

“Michael? Michael?!” Damian’s voice rudely interrupted his thoughts.

Making a half-hearted attempt to hide the animosity in his voice he responded, “What?”

He couldn’t tell if it was in his head but it looked like Damian enjoyed this moment. A slight smirk appeared briefly in the corner of his mouth before disappearing behind a steely gaze. “Thank you for joining us, Michael. Will you have those numbers finalized for us by our next meeting?”

“Yes,” Michael replied simply, even though he had no idea what the hell Damian was talking about or why he was even talking to him about it. He didn’t care either.

The room was a tensed hush. Michael gazed without emotion into Damian’s eyes. He wasn’t the least intimidated; it wasn’t a new experience for either of the men. It looked as if Damian considered pushing the subject further before deciding against it. He swiveled slowly in his chair putting an end to their brief standoff and continued with the presentation.

Michael reached for the Blackberry he’d set on the table earlier so he could give his full attention to staring down Damian. Not before he made eye contact with Scarlett, the newest member of their team. She seemed surprised, but not afraid, to find him staring back at her. She allowed a brief smile to form before turning away and pretending she was listening to the presentation. He hadn’t noticed Scarlett’s pretty smile around the office until now. He’d been too preoccupied with thoughts of Savannah. But he knew exactly what that look meant. He just had too much going on right now to explore it.

He searched his phone for the folder of photos of Savannah and clicked on his favorite one, a body shot of Savannah naked from the neck down greeted his eyes. Her hand covered her pussy, except for the two fingers she had placed inside of it. He was instantly hard.

Just like that, he was lost in his thoughts. Aided by the visual, his imagination began to run wild. He’d taken this picture of Savannah lying on her couch in her living room months earlier. The very couch he had fucked her on so many different occasions. He remembered her sliding those fingers out of her pussy and placing them slowly into her mouth while keeping her eyes focused on his.

He cleared his throat and shifted restlessly in his chair. He was horny as shit. He gave a quick look around the room before adjusting himself underneath the table. No one was paying attention. Fucking Savannah, he thought to himself before returning to his thoughts…

Savannah had been playing with herself in the corner of her couch. Nearing climax, her muffled moans and failed attempts at silence had lured him from the other room. He leaned against the wall and watched her from the hallway.

He loved how nasty Savannah could be, especially when she was nearing orgasm. It was obvious. Her hand was beginning to move with increased force as she pulled it from inside her pussy and began playing with her clit. She grabbed her breast with her free hand and was just starting to come when she must have felt his eyes on her. She didn’t stop though. She only slowed down and began rubbing her clit in softer, slower circles. Her breathing became more controlled. Her eyes were begging him to come over to her. She wanted him to make her come.

Michael was already shirtless. He began slowly making his way towards his Savannah. The way she looked at him alone turned him on. He could feel her eyes exploring his muscles as she continued rubbing on her clit in anticipation of having him inside her. He wasn’t doing much better at containing himself either. The anticipation made him excited too and he could feel his dick start to grow hard beneath his pants.

When he came within arm’s distance of her, Savannah leaned forward for his belt. It turned him on even more to be this desired by her. She was so excited, her hands fumbling clumsily with his buckle before finding the clasp. She ripped at it and tossed the belt away in a single motion.

Without the belt’s support, his pants dropped just enough for her to trace the V-shape where his stomach met his inner thigh with her tongue. She paused long enough to place a gentle bite on his right side, following it up with a soft kiss. Pain before pleasure.

She unbuttoned and tugged at his jeans. As she got them below the length of his dick, it stood fully erect. He was ready for her. Moving to her knees, Savannah squeezed eagerly between his cock and the couch. His dick was even with her mouth. She started at the tip, moaning softly as she began to play with her clit again. She slowly took as much of him as she could into her mouth.

As it hit the back of her throat for the first time tears welled. Her mascara ran down her cheeks but she didn’t protest when he placed his hands on the side of her head. She responded to his taking control of her face by moaning against his dick.  He could feel her orgasm build as she moved her mouth faster on his dick, taking him all the way in and then all the way out. Savannah quickened her hand movement on her clit, moaning louder with every touch. She was hungry for him and she demonstrated this fact very well. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and threw his head back in enjoyment, wanting so much to pound her pussy but loving the warmth and wetness of her mouth. He reached down over her hand and slid two fingers easily inside her.  The sexy sound that escaped her lips was enough to make him bust.

He continued his movements in her pussy, enjoying the juice overflowing onto his fingers, while fucking her face so passionately.  He loved the look on her face while she sucked on his cock, her eyes fluttering open just enough to look up at him.  He felt the spasms on his fingers and he pressed deeper, harder, wanting to feel her muscles contract. She stroked the base of his dick with one hand and continued stroking her own clit. He knew she loved the feel of the double orgasm and knew she was about to blow. She moved away briefly to spit on the length of his dick and took him back into her mouth hungrily. Michael wanted so badly to fuck her but he realized he was about to come, hard, if she kept this up. She saw it in his eyes and stuck her tongue out to take him in deeper. Her breathing got shorter and he pushed his fingers up deeper inside her, hitting that spot in his lover that he knew so expertly.

 He didn’t stop his experienced fingers, enjoying every inch of her walls that he could reach.  Just then, with her hand still stroking her clit, and his fingers deep inside her juicy pussy, Savannah came, pausing briefly to yell out Michael’s name.  He tried to pull away so he could fuck her, feel her wet pussy wrap around and clench on his dick, but she didn’t allow it.

She shivered and bucked against his hand, exploding her orgasm all over his fingers.  She maneuvered her free hand between his legs and spread it out across his lower back. She pulled him towards her forcefully, his dick pushing deeper into her mouth until it reached the back of her throat. Michael felt her throat tighten around his dick. His knees grew weak as surges of pleasure began traveling through his body. He was about to come, just like Savannah wanted. He knew she wanted to taste him.

Michael’s hands grasped her shoulders. He was losing control. “Fuck, baby….shit. I’m about to…”

The shifting of chairs and the start of intense conversations around him startled Michael back into reality. The thought of coming into Savannah’s eager mouth had his dick so hard it was throbbing underneath the table. An hour had passed? Had he been thinking about her this entire meeting? Fuck.

With the room clearing out, Michael pretended to shuffle his files a bit longer. He needed a few extra minutes to allow his erection to subside. Comfortable it was under control, he finally stood. He was startled to find Scarlett standing next to him. He was also surprised to find how tall she really was standing this close. With her heels on, she was almost able to make direct eye contact. But she wasn’t looking in his eyes.  She was looking down. He traced her eyes to the slowly dissipating bulge in his pants.

When he looked back up, she had that flirtatious smile from earlier in the meeting on her face yet again. She opened her mouth to speak but it was then that Damian cleared his throat from across the conference room. They were the only ones left in the room.

“Michael, would you mind staying behind for a minute? Scarlett, you too.”

Dear Michael

I don’t know what to think anymore.  I’m not sure if you left me for him or if you don’t even know I’m here.  I’m praying it’s the latter.

He pinned me down.  I had no control.  He had my arms pinned behind my back as he pounded away.  And I think I liked it.  I think I did.  But the tears were streaming down my face.

She just watched.  I don’t remember if the look on her face was enjoyment…..or if there was possibly a hint of pity?  Perhaps sadness?

He made me come Michael.  He made me scream his name.  And I did.  I had no control.  His dick is huge and its thick and the way he moved inside me….I raised my hips up against him further, unwillingly but wantonly.  I wanted him deeper.

And he pushed deeper.  My breathing got heavier.  Eventually I started to scream.  And I had no control.

He made me scream his name.  Did I tell you that already?  I was crying and screaming his name.  And I wish I had the words to explain the look on his face.  He scares me Michael.  And I have no control.

He turned me over and pressed my head down into the mattress until I couldn’t breathe.  I was starting to panic but she spoke from where she was seated.  She said something in Spanish, something I didn’t understand.  He let go of my head then and I came up for air.  He listens to her.  I know he listens even though he makes the rules.

He came inside me Michael.  He made no noise but I knew from his movements and from his breathing that he came.  And I felt it run out of me.  I felt him come out of me.  And it ran out of my pussy and down my legs.

He watched it.  He watched my face.  He took his fingers and rammed them into me.  He brought his fingers to my mouth and traced my lips.  I didn’t want to taste it.  It wasn’t yours.

Where are you?  Why’d you leave me here?  Why haven’t you been back?  How long has it been?  Do you not care?  Don’t you want me anymore?  I wouldn’t blame you.  I wouldn’t want to be with me after him either.

Within minutes, he was hard again.  He had me on my knees facing him.  I didn’t want to do it Michael.  I didn’t want to.  But I had no control.

I can’t tell you what happened.  It would be too much for you to bear.  It was too much for me.

She came over and took me to the bathroom and ran a bath for me.  She was so pleasant and gentle.  She wiped my face clean with a warm cloth, removing any trace of him from my skin.  Tears still fell and she wiped them too.  Then she kissed me, full on the mouth.  I closed my eyes and felt her tongue on my lips, inside my mouth, tracing my teeth with her tongue.  She sucked at my mouth, as if she wanted to suck his taste from me.  She enjoyed it too much.

I’m weak.  I’m confused.  I’m weary and dazed.  I wish I could recall my steps.  I wish I knew how I got here.

You need to help me.  How are you going to save me?  How do I get out?  The only sunlight I see is the morning rays that come through the window.  And I think of you.  I remember your smiling face and then I cry some more.  As soon as she comes in, she draws the curtains closed and your smile fades.  She tells me every morning that the Master likes it this way.

And I have no control Michael.

What’s Michael thinking?

The Pleasure Principle – Chapter 3 – Michael: There Goes My Baby

Damn that ass.  I watched her walk away, secretly glad I’d suggested that red dress.  It hugged her in all the right places.

I smiled to myself, my mind going back to just a couple of hours ago, when I had her bent over the bathroom sink, pounding away at that pussy.  She took it like a real woman.  I almost screamed out that damn L-word when I nut.  The woman drove me crazy.

I don’t know what it is about her.  This vibe she gives off makes me want to tongue that kitty all day long.  That’s what she deserves.  A full day of my tongue action on her pussy.  Her words melt me.  And I know she ain’t doing it on purpose either.  Her actions, the way she moves, the way she looks at me, it‘s all natural to her.  Why’d she have to look at me like that for?

She did it just now as she walked away from me with Damian.  She looked over her shoulders, that erotic look in her eyes like she wanted to eat me alive.  I’m sure Damian had something to do with it.  I’m damn sure of it.

He was standing really close behind her when I walked back in to the living room with our drinks.  I ain’t even gonna lie.  Something jerked inside me, I don’t even want to think of what it could be…

I mean, I know she’s got other lovers, at least I think so.  I don’t think I’m her only one.  And we’ve discussed fantasies and role-playing and shit like that.  She’s always so eager to please.  Which is why I keep coming back to her.  Savannah knows how to hit my spots.  No woman’s ever blown my mind the way she has.  Among other things.  Damn.   And the thought of letting her have Damian?  For her own pleasure?  It crossed my mind.  Actually, come to think of it…it was Damian’s idea.

Men talk.  And Damian had been bragging one day at the office about some lady he’d brought home after the club who gave him mouth action in the cab ride home.  Of course, being a man, I retorted with, “My woman got freaky with me IN the club.”  This got Damian’s attention and we started exchanging stories.

He’d asked me, during one of our sex talks, if Savannah ever brought another man into the scene.

“See if she’s up for it bro’”, he’d said, “I mean, the way you talk about her, she might enjoy getting dicked down AND sucking dick at the same time.  Hey, it’s not like you’re exclusive to each other right?  You’re not in a committed relationship.  And you don’t love her so how hard would it be to share her for a night?”

I hadn’t liked the way he’d said “share her for a night.”  I know Damian.  What he wants, he gets.   I’d forgotten all about that conversation until today, until I saw him standing behind her so intimately.

But I wasn’t about to compete with my boss for my woman.  I make light of it, but I know the way Savannah feels about me.  I can’t let her know I know; that’ll mess up our whole arrangement.  I like what we’ve got.  Naw, I more than like what we’ve got.  I’ll please her any way she wants to be pleased…and I’m all the man she needs.

My mind wandered to that damn dress again.  Her breasts were looking so proper too, looking like they were ready to be freed at a single touch.  I know she wasn’t wearing anything under that dress.  That’s my Savannah.  Always ready and willing at the mere mention of the word from my lips.

Fuck.  Thoughts of Damian’s hands on her arms pushed back into my mind.  I’d seen the way she looked when she walked away from me.  He couldn’t have possibly tried to seduce her in the short amount of time that I was away from them, could he?

I pictured her hands around his shoulders, her head thrown back provocatively, inviting kisses on her neck and throat.  Man, I love that throat.  She always looks so demure and sweet when she does that, completely opposite to the strong and sexy woman that I know her to be.  My mind was reeling.  I pictured Damian’s hands on her ass, pushing her dress away to get to that sweetness that is mine.  I saw my woman undressing him, her hands anxious and desperate to get to his nakedness.  I saw my woman straddled on top of my boss, enjoying the feel of him underneath.  I saw her lips parted and his finger in her mouth, Savannah sucking away, rolling her tongue around his finger.  I swear I felt my cock stir and instantly got mad at myself for thinking this way.

Dammit.  I took a swig of beer and ignored the nonsense in my head.  I couldn’t be jealous.  “I’m not jealous,” I told myself.  “If Savannah finds Damian attractive and wants to sex him, I’ll let her do her thing and step away.”

A sudden surge of anger shot through me.  I chugged back the rest of my beer and walked across the room where I’d left them.  I looked around, trying to think of which way he’d taken her.  There were more guests since we’d arrived and there was a soft murmur of conversation within the house.  I strained my hearing, listening for her voice.

What I heard from around the corner was no mistake.  It was Savannah’s soft whisper.  I turned the corner and stopped just before the entrance to the room.

Why was I acting this way?  What did I expect to find?  Damian had taken her away to show her his collection of art.  How would I look barging in on them, interrupting her art lesson?  What would she think?  She’d think I was a jealous control freak and she’d get turned off from me.  I didn’t want to risk losing her…

And this was my boss.  I didn’t want to jeopardize my relationship with him, no matter what we’d discussed in the past.

“You know what she’s doing Michael,” a voice said inside my own head, “and sub-consciously, you knew when Damian took her away, you knew this would happen.  Think about it.  She‘s not really your woman, is she?”  I shook my head at myself, trying to shake it all away.

What if…?  Fuck this.  What if…?  Damn.  What’ll I do?

I stepped ahead quietly, being very careful so no one could see me.  I held onto the wall and peered inside.

There she was.

Savannah lay on her back, her dress pushed up to her waist, legs apart.

And there, face down in her pussy, eating her with a fierceness I’ve only seen in movies, was Damian.

I froze.  Even if I wanted to move, I couldn’t.  I held my breath, careful not to make any noise and be found out.

I didn’t know what to do.  My heart was pounding at my throat and something inside made me want to knock this motherfucker out cold…..

…but at the same time, I voyeuristic-ally wanted to stand there and watch my woman moan and groan at another man’s touch.

Savannah’s eyes were closed, her hands on the back of his head, pulling him in deeper.  She moaned.  It wasn’t a loud moan but it was a moan nonetheless.  I could hear the licking noises he was making with her pussy.  She lifted her hips up higher to him, trying to maximize her pleasure.  I couldn’t help but smile.  “That’s my girl,” I thought.

There was no mistaking my cock this time.  It was hard.  Watching my woman in this wanton lust, getting pleased by another man was exciting me.  I grabbed my dick, trying to adjust it in my pants, wanting so much to walk in the room and shove it in her mouth.  This was some bullshit.

“I want you,” she panted.  “I want you so bad, Damian,” I heard her say.  Fuck.  These were words I’d heard.  I did this to her.  I made her moan and groan like this.  I should be there.  Not him.

I watched as Damian pushed his pants down, freeing his cock for her to see.  And she smiled.  I saw her smile.

There was a jab at my heart, some kind of feeling I wasn’t willing to explore right now.  I was entranced at this show.  This was definitely a guilty pleasure.

Damian teased her with his cock, making my woman crazy with desire for him.  And then her voice again.

“Damian, please, we don’t have much time.  Please just fuck me.”

She wanted to get fucked.  She was filled with desire for this other man.

He pushed into her and she moaned again.  I watched as she writhed against him, looking to get her 30 seconds of pulsating pleasure.

I was enjoying this more than I cared to admit.  I wanted her so bad just then, I wanted to please her and make her come.  I wanted to be that guy.  My dick stood rock-hard against the fabric of my boxers, making me want to pound into her.

She was going to come.  I knew this.  I could tell by her movements that my woman was on the brink of her orgasm.  I wanted so bad to give her my pleasure…I wanted to be Damian…

…fuck.  Fucking hell.  I swear my heart fell to the ground…..

Savannah opened her eyes and looked over at the door.


Michael’s Story: Savannah, My Princess

I’m an extremely sexual person.  The problem was, I hadn’t found a woman who satisfied my deep and dark and erotic urges.  Until I met her…

I needed to satisfy these needs and I wanted to indulge in some intense, dark, crazy sex.  And she did it.  Here’s my story about Savannah, my Princess:

I met her online and everything seemed too perfect.  We spent several days emailing each other, speaking of our desires, our likes and dislikes.  Finally, after what seemed an eternity, we decided to meet.

We met at a coffee shop on the other side of town, in her ‘hood.  I was nervous as could be.  I had seen photos and was very impressed with her as she was with me but what kind of vibe would we have face to face?  Was she all I hoped she was going to be?

I sat in my ride looking out for her.  From what I knew she was tall with thick legs, dressed nice and had long, dark, curly hair.  Was I ever surprised at what I got.

As I sat there waiting, I saw this beautiful female walk out of the coffee house.  “Shit”, I thought to myself, as I watched with admiration this woman with a fine, juicy ass walking to her car.  This was all I could think about.  “If that’s her and she’s as freaky as I think she is, this is going to be fun”.

I stepped out of my ride and approached her.  “Savannah?”  And she replied, “Yes Michael, how are you?”  And there it began. 

We talked for about an hour as we gazed into each others eyes and all I could think about was getting her ass naked and doing all the things I love doing to a woman.  When it was time to part ways, she asked me, “Are you going to kiss me?”  Right then, I grabbed her by her coat collar, pulled her towards me, and pressed my mouth against her full lips.  Almost instantly I wanted her.  Her tongue explored the inside of my mouth and I could feel my dick quickly getting hard.  I needed to have this girl.  I needed to be inside her.  I needed to feel her skin. 

We kept in contact and the more I talked to this girl, the more I knew I wanted to fuck her.  Finally, she invited me to her house and I thought excitedly and anxiously, “Damn, it’s on now!”  We both knew I was going for one thing…

Driving to her house, my head was filled with erotic thoughts about her, wondering what her sexual limits were, wondering if I could satisfy her the way I knew she could satisfy me.  There was no doubt in my mind whether or not she could please me.  Something about her aura, her personality, told me she could satisfy my needs.

I finally arrived at her door, my heart pounding and my cock stiff as a rock.  I was so excited, I thought I would come in my jeans.  She greeted me at the door wearing a sexy piece of nothing.  Damn.  She looked good.  And she smelled like flowers, roses and lilies.  I’ll remember that scent for the rest of my life.

Savannah brought me into her home.  “This chick really has it together”, I thought to myself.  I got comfortable and she brought me a glass of red wine.  She joined me, crossing her legs as she sat beside me.  That was all I could focus on, those sexy legs and everything in between.  We sat there, enjoying our wine and each other’s company.  There was excitement in the air.  She was flirting, smiling, licking her lips and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her.  We knew why I was there, but we were stalling the inevitable, adding more excitement to the anticipation that had been there for months.  Finally, after some brief conversation, the kind of conversation you need to concentrate on, she took me by the hand and led me into her bedroom.  Inside her room, there were candles lit, casting a dim light over her bed.  I stood at the foot of that bed, Savannah in front of me.  She kissed me.  Oh how sweet her kisses are.  Her lips, so soft and juicy.  She put her hand on my chest and slowly pushed me back onto her bed.  I grabbed her so she could fall with me.  She wasn’t expecting that and I could tell she didn’t like being controlled.  She straddled me and I could feel the warmth from in between her legs through my jeans. 

“Michael”, she whispered, “I’ve been waiting for this”.  Her mouth was all over me, running up and down my neck, teasing me.  I was going to teach her a lesson she wouldn’t forget.

Just as soon as that thought had crossed my mind, Savannah got aggressive.  She was pulling at my shirt, trying to pull it off my body.  I was tugging and grabbing at her lingerie, trying to feel under it.  And under it, there she was…her soft, olive skin glowing in the candlelight.  Her pussy, nice and bare,  as if she knew what I liked.  Before I knew it, I was naked.  As we laid there kissing and caressing each other, I softly slid my hands in between her legs. “No”, she cried, “Me first”.  Savannah mounted me and pinned my arms down.  She kissed me all down my neck, moving to my chest, running her tongue along my stomach.  And the hottest part about it was, while she was doing this, she never took her eyes off me.  I felt her grabbing my manhood, stroking it.  I began to moan with pleasure.  It felt so good to have this woman appreciate me like this, appreciate my being a man.  I could tell she enjoyed being a woman, she enjoyed taking care of her man.  I let out a gasp as I felt the warmth of her mouth on the tip of my dick. 

“Watch me Michael”, she demanded, as her mouth began to descend.  I could feel her tongue flickering all over my manhood, my cock getting harder and harder.  I moved under her, grabbed a handful of her hair and began to guide her head up and down.  She seemed to enjoy this and moaned, my dick full in her mouth.  And the girl had some skills.  I’ve never had a woman able to take all of me in her mouth.  She stuck out her tongue and deep-throated my dick, spreading my legs for easier access to my balls, licking and caressing my sensitive area.  I felt her finger tickle my ass and I thought I would bust from the pleasure.

Savannah threw my legs over her shoulders to gain access to all of me.  I felt her tongue getting closer and closer and then, I felt the warmth on my ass.  As I stared down at her face, I could tell she was enjoying every second of the pleasure she was giving me.  I felt her tongue flickering all over as she stroked my cock.  I was struggling not to come, almost on the verge of my orgasm.  I pulled away.  It was my turn.  I wanted the control.

I pulled her face to mine, kissing her deeply, tasting the pre-cum in her mouth from my dick.  I threw her on her back and thrust my head in between her legs.  She gasped.  I slowly slid my tongue into her already dripping wet pussy.  I moaned.  Her pussy was so sweet.  I laid in between her legs, enjoying her and all the while she was trying to get away. 

“Michael, I don’t want to come like this, please, fuck me, let me feel you”, but I didn’t allow it.  I wanted to make her come now and make her come again afterwards.  As my tongue flickered around her clit, I inserted one finger into her tight, juicy pussy.  She was moaning like crazy.  Then I inserted the second finger and I could feel her pussy squeezing my fingers, pulsing, I could feel her almost coming, about to get there.  She was still trying to get away but I wasn’t going to let it happen.  I kept licking and thrusting with my mouth and fingers and then, suddenly, she had no control over her pussy any longer and I felt her starting to come.  I put my mouth completely into her pussy and then she screamed, “Oh my, oh fuck, oh Michael!!”  Her sweet juice filled my mouth.  I swallowed every drop of the sweetness flowing from her and rubbed my face all over her pussy.  Finally, I let her go, letting her get away.  I smiled, satisfied for satisfying this woman.

Flustered, she sat up.  She grabbed my face, kissing me deeply, enjoying the taste of her pussy in my mouth.  She leaned back, this time holding my face as she fell back.  Almost instinctively, my cock entered her pussy as I settled on top of her.  “Oh this pussy feels so good”, I moaned.  “Shut up and fuck me Michael, give me your big black dick”.  I began moving inside her, making sure to get in as deep as she could take me.  She was still holding on to my face, as if for dear life.  She moaned in sheer delight and whispered into my ear, “Don’t stop baby, please don’t stop.  Beat that pussy baby, beat it”.  I pounded away, enjoying her pretty face and her moaning.  I pulled out of her, my cock glistening with her juices by the candlelight.  She pulled me up to her face and took all of it in her mouth, licking off every last bit of her wetness, enjoying every inch of my cock.  Once she’d had enough, she turned around on all fours, bending over for me, allowing me full access to her pussy, burying her face in the pillow.

I spread her ass and licked her pussy from behind.  I tongue fucked her and moved my tongue to her ass.  She gasped loudly when she felt my tongue on her and moved with me, ensuring my tongue went as deep as it possibly could.  Then, without hesitation, knowing she would be pleasantly surprised,  I straightened up and slid my dick into her pussy.  I grabbed her hips as I began to thrust with full force, slamming into her.  One hand grabbed a handful of hair while the other spread her ass so I could get in as deep as possible.  “Oh Michael, you’re hurting me”, she cried.  And then, “I love it, I love this pain”, she cried again.  I forced my thumb into her ass and she gasped at the feeling of being completed filled by me.  I grabbed onto her hair and fucked her pussy, slapping and fingering her ass.  “You like that baby girl?”, I asked, “Tell me you love it, tell me you love my dick inside you”.  I almost came from her moans.  “Oh I love it baby, I love your dick inside me“, she replied, backing her ass up even further for my enjoyment.  “I love it, please don’t stop, come for me, my pussy wants you baby.”

I thrust in and out of her, feeling her pussy grip my dick.  I felt the onset of an incredible orgasm and I couldn’t control it any longer.  I began slamming my cock into her from behind, harder and harder.  And then I felt it, the uncontrollable feeling of her orgasm again, this time the intensity on my dick bringing me to my own orgasm, the warm juice overflowing into her pussy.  I slammed into her again, enjoying the throbbing of her pussy against mine.  She wriggled her ass deeper on me, clamping her pussy on my dick, making sure she milked every single drop and finally, we came.

We collapsed on the bed, intense with feelings.  Immediately she dropped her head and sucked whatever was left on my still-hard cock, that look of hunger in her eyes.  “Mmm, we taste so good together“, she said, smiling up at me.  “We’re going to get along really well Michael”, she said softly.

She snuggled into me and we slowly drifted off to sleep, only to wake up a couple of hours later, re-energized and ready for round two.  It’s no wonder I keep coming back to my Princess.  She’s always ready for me.

I don’t spend as much time with my Princess as I’d like.  Life, work and the distance keep us apart.  My times with Savannah are imprinted permanently in my mind and my heart.  I’ll always be in lust with her.  Time passes but the feelings always remain…