#MusicMonday – Imagination – Eric Bellinger

*listen to this sexiness here*

Girl come through and let’s do what we do in your imagination
When I’m gone, show me how you pretend
How do you bend your knees?
How do you arch your back?
How do you scream my name when we’re in your imagination?

I know that you hate how much I be on the road
And how I be working late all night at the studio
I know you’re a woman and I know you’ve got needs
But I know that you never, never sneak out on me

How do you do it when it’s three o’clock in the morning?
And how do you touch it when you in that bed all alone?
Show me, show me, show me…

Girl come through and let’s do what we do in your imagination
When I’m gone, show me how you pretend
Girl you gotta show me.
How do you bend your knees?
How do you arch your back?
How do you scream my name when we’re in your imagination?

Do I be on top of you? Do you be on the bottom?
And do we use protection? If we do, you know I got ’em
Do we skip the foreplay? Tell me, do we sixty-nine?
Do you prefer a quickie, or do we go hard all night?

I want to know what turns you on. I swear I’m dying to know baby.
So I can be all that and more.

Girl come through and let’s do what we do in your imagination
When I’m gone, show me how you pretend
How do you bend your knees?
How do you arch your back?
How do you scream my name when we’re in your imagination?




Michael cupped my face in my hands. “Sav, let me please you with my mouth, let me do what I want to do to you”. My wrinkled brow made him continue. “I want to feel you squirm under my touch. I want to have you in my mouth. I want the ultimate control of your body”.

I covered his hands, still on my face, with my own hands. “Michael, I don’t understand. You do please me. I haven’t had a man please me and satisfy me the way you have”. Slowly I removed his hands from my face and placed them down around my behind.

We had been watching a movie, cuddled on my couch under a blanket, sipping some wine. The weather was cooling down outside. The brightly colored red and orange leaves had already started to fall off their branches from the tree in my yard.

Before the movie was even over, Michael had moved his hands in between my legs, claiming he was looking for warmth. Within minutes he had me laid down, legs spread, comfortably positioned where he proceeded to kiss my forehead, my eyelids, my nose, placing soft, sweet innocent kisses everywhere on my face except my mouth. I had laid there, patiently, eyes closed, waiting to feel his mouth on mine.

He didn’t kiss my mouth…..instead he proceeded. Lower and lower, past my belly, down over my pajama bottoms. I’d stopped him there, pulling him back up to me. I kissed his mouth, letting my tongue slide into his, finally exploring his tongue, lightly running my tongue over his teeth, over everything his beautiful mouth had to offer. He kissed me back passionately, biting my lower lip, sucking and tugging at my lips with his teeth. I had gasped, throwing my head back, allowing him access to my neck, which he sucked on and let his tongue slide up and down over my neck. “I want you Michael”, I’d whispered.

Which was when he got up and stood there, in the middle of my living room, looking down at me.

“What is it? Why’d you stop?” I asked.

“You want me Savannah?”

“Yes Michael, I want you. Of course I want you”.

“Let me please you. The way I want to please you”.

I laughed. This was when he put his hands on my face.

I still didn’t understand what he was getting at and why he thought he didn’t please me. Maybe my senses were impaired because of the wine.

We stood there, together, his arms wrapped around my body, my arms around his waist.

“Come”, I said and guided him towards my bedroom.

I stood at the foot of my bed . He came towards me and touched my hair. I reached over to him and ever so slowly lifted his white t-shirt over his stomach. I let my fingers slowly slide up the newly exposed skin, gently teasing and caressing. Michael’s hands clenched my hair tighter and I gasped loudly. “Michael.”

Michael pulled my head back in order to access my neck easily. With the other free hand, he pulled my tank top over my head and threw it over his shoulder. He turned me around and cupped my breasts from behind. I leaned my body into his, turning my head to kiss him. He ran his tongue from my mouth to my cheek and up into my ear. I moaned, loudly again, enjoying his experienced tongue as he moved again from my ear down to my neck, onto my shoulders.

I turned around and reached for his jeans. He pulled my hands away.
“I meant it when I said I wanted full control of your body. Tonight, it’s all about you baby”, he said.

I knew my Michael. He loved giving me control. He enjoyed watching my mouth on his dick. He loved watching my body pound on top of his, he loved surrendering himself to me. He knew how satisfied I got from giving him pleasure. All this talk about wanting to please me was confusing.

I thought back to our last encounter, the night of the club, in the shower, when I gave myself fully to Michael. I remembered the look on his face when I told him I would give him what he wanted. I reminded him of that night.

“No baby, you don’t get it. Let me show you”, he said with a wicked grin on his face.

A thrill shot through my body, a rush of excitement. The feeling you get when your lover leans in for that kiss. The kind of feeling you get when your lover first thrusts his hard cock into your wet pussy. The kind of feeling that you don’t want to end.

Michael laid on the bed and pulled me on top of him, my bare soft breasts crushed by his bare hard chest. He ran his fingers down my back, making me arch in pleasure. Dear God, I thought, he knows exactly where to touch my body.

I kissed him, hard, fiercely and passionately. I wanted all of him. I wanted to consume his whole being with my mouth. I wanted to take as much of him in as I could, this lust overwhelming my body and my mind.

I felt the hardness through his jeans and smiled my lustful smile. Slowly I made my way down, over his chest, trailing kisses on his body, ready to feast on his manhood and please him the way I knew how.

Suddenly, Michael grabbed me and turned me over. In one swift movement, he pulled my pajama bottoms off and got on top of me, pulling my arms up above my head. He looked deep into my eyes, recognizing the hungry look of lust. He kissed me again, this time, gently, slowly, ever so lovingly. I tried to move under him, wanting to escape his grip so I could climb on his body. Michael tightened his hold on my hands above my head and smiled.

“Let go Savannah, give yourself to me. I want you the way you won’t allow me. I want you completely. Allow yourself to let go Savannah, give me your control”.

I laughed nervously and said, “Oh Michael, just fuck me please”.

He let go of my hands and moved in between my legs, spreading them and allowing himself full view of my already wet pussy.

“Your pussy is glistening baby“, he said. My pussy throbbed, aching for his dick. He looked up into my eyes and then again at my pussy. Again, the throbbing, almost as if it was enjoying the attention.

“Michael please”, I begged.

Michael bent down and with the slowest of motions, licked the wetness in between my thighs. I moaned. He did it again. And then again. And each time felt like it was at an even slower pace. My mouth parted in anticipation.

“You’re so sweet, you taste so sweet”, he said.

I moved my hands to his belt buckle, struggling to get it off, wanting desperately to feel his big cock in my hands. Again, he pushed my hands away. He got off the bed.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

“Of course I trust you”, I answered.

“Well, I don’t trust you”, he said with a smile, deftly removing his belt and sliding his jeans over his muscular legs.

The sight of his bare legs made me weak in the knees and I reached out to touch him. Michael was delaying this and I needed to have him in my mouth, I needed to feel his fully erect cock in my mouth.

I sat up on the edge of the bed and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him to me, my mouth open and ready to have his hard dick inside my mouth.
He pushed me hard onto the bed, surprising me with his force. “And this is why I don’t trust you”, he said.

“You move too fast, you expect too quickly, you fuck too hard”, he continued as he climbed on top of me again, this time, fully naked. He mounted me, the way I’d done to him many times before and gently squeezed my breasts. My eyes closed to enjoy the full pleasure. “You take control of my body and you fuck this dick until I can’t take anymore and I have no choice but to bust”. I let the sound of his deep, smooth voice caress my body as I laid there enjoying the feel of his hands on my breasts. “You make me come, over and over again. You don’t stop until you have every bit of me for your satisfaction. So tonight”, he paused to take my nipple in his mouth. I opened my eyes and watched him as he licked the tip of my hard nipple and then gently bit it. “So tonight, I will make you come over and over again. Tonight, I want total and entire control of you. Tonight, I will make love to your pussy”.

My thoughts were all jumbled and nothing was making sense, except in my head, I knew that whatever it was Michael wanted was guaranteed to bring me sensual pleasure.

Quickly he threw my legs over his shoulders and settled in between my legs. I glanced down and met Michael’s gaze, a smile forming on his lips. All of a sudden, he delved deep into my pussy, making me squeal with delight. “Oh fuck!”, I yelled out. He kissed in between my thighs as if he was kissing my mouth, licking and nibbling and gently biting. This feeling was ecstasy. I moved my legs away from his face and squirmed my way underneath him, trying to position myself so he could fuck my throbbing pussy.

He moved away and again with a devilish grin said, “You see what I mean? Let yourself be pleasured”. He moved quickly off the bed and reached for his jeans, removing his belt from the belt loops. “You don’t let me do what I want Savannah, you don’t let me enjoy you. You don’t listen do you?” He brought the belt back onto the bed and smacked my breasts lightly with it. Surprisingly, a surge of anticipation rushed my body and he noticed this. “Hmmm, did my little freak just get a little freakier?” he said, lightly smacking my breasts again. The thrill of the slight pain excited me further and I needed to feel Michael inside me.

“Michael”, I pleaded again.

“Shhh”, he said. A thrill raced through my body at the sound of his voice with such unexpected authority. He raised my arms above my head for a second time. “I’m going to tie you up baby”, he said, “But I need to make sure you trust me”.

I was breathing hard, barely able to speak my complete trust. I nodded.

“I need to hear you say it. I want you to know that the second you ask me to stop, trust that I will stop and untie you, understand? I need you to know that I wouldn’t do anything ever to hurt you in this lifetime or any other lifetimes I will have the pleasure of living again with you”. I was intoxicated by his words. They were erotica in my head.

“Yes, I trust you. I trust you wholeheartedly. I trust you won’t hurt me. Now Michael, please”, I breathed.

He tied the belt around my hands, and made sure I couldn’t come free. He reached down and kissed me, assuring me of my trust in him. He took the untied end of the belt and wrapped it around my bedpost. He had a smug look on his face, like he was finally getting what he wanted.

Michael didn’t waste any time. His mouth went back to my pussy and continued kissing and licking and sucking. It seemed the more he sucked, the wetter I became. I ground my hips against his mouth, inviting him in deeper. And deeper Michael went. He touched me with his fingers, gently, unsure of my response. When he inserted one finger, I moaned loudly. And then he pushed a second finger inside and I cried out. He removed his fingers and held them up for me to see.

“See this?”, he asked. “See your sweetness? This is all mine, all mine to have baby girl. You’re not getting any of it. You don’t get to lick this off my dick baby. You don’t get to enjoy the taste of your own pussy off my dick”. My mouth opened and I stuck out my tongue, hoping to entice him.

“That’s not going to work baby. All this juice, all this sweetness is for my pleasure.” He bore into me with his fingers, moved inside me and brought them up to my face, closer to my mouth this time. I raised my head off the pillow trying hard to reach his fingers with my tongue. He laughed and put his fingers in his mouth, lazily licking every last drop, teasing me with his tongue.

I laid my head back and closed my eyes, anticipating his next move. Michael licked me again, slowly at first and then faster, his tongue working its magic inside me. He put his fingers inside and this time, he hooked them ever so slightly, and I thought I was going to come. I thrust my hips off the mattress, higher up against his mouth, gyrating and moving to the thrust of his fingers. He didn’t stop. He continued the movement of his fingers inside me while his mouth licked and probed and sucked.

I wanted to grab the back of his head hard and press his mouth deeper into me but I couldn’t, I was under his command and unable to do anything. My pleasure was beyond my control.

“Dammit Michael”, I cried out, more in desperation than in anger. I felt the waves rushing over me and I knew I was going to come in his mouth and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

“Michael”, I cried out again. He looked up at me, lust in his eyes, but didn’t stop his movement. His fingers still inside me, his mouth on my wet pussy, licking and kissing, as if he knew I was on the brink of my orgasm, continuously moving his fingers simultaneously with his tongue. He stroked around my clit gently with his tongue and no words could explain the feeling this tiny action brought me. I threw my head back hard into the pillow and clenched my muscles. He felt this and licked around my clit again, this time with a slightly harder stroke.

The way he did this, the way his tongue moved around the sensitive hood of my most private and sensual part of my body had me love-drunk. My head was now shaking from side to side, uncontrollably. I looked down at him again and with his eyes still on mine, he pushed his fingers deeper yet, his tongue now lashing at my clit, faster and faster still.

What he did next was inexplicable beyond any words.

Michael grabbed my ass and lifted it off the bed. With one long, excruciatingly slow movement of his wonderful, pleasing tongue, he licked me, from my ass, up and around my swollen pussy and back down to my ass. I froze in amazement, allowing my body full submission to Michael’s mouth.

I was crying out loud non-stop, my head thrashing on the pillow. Uncontrollably, almost subconsciously, I wrapped my legs around Michael’s neck and he moaned loudly, expressing his pleasure in my submission. When he moaned, I felt the vibrating waves pulsate through my pussy and I screamed out louder. Michael didn’t stop. He slid his hands underneath and grabbed my ass again, allowing his mouth to drop lower. He thrust his tongue into my ass. I thought I would die from this immense pleasure. His mouth moved again into my pussy and he followed with his fingers.

“Michael, oh dear, fuck, Michael, oh dear, oh my…” I couldn’t control my moaning, my legs tightly wrapped around his neck, his mouth sucking away, his fingers pressed up into my spot, I was overcome by emotions, emotions controlled by my pussy. Michael was moaning with me, his mouth non-stop full of action on my pussy.

Michael felt my orgasm before I did. He moved his fingers faster, his tongue stroke got stronger and my hips thrust up into his face, readying myself for my explosion. He continued movement of his fingers deep inside me and he moved once, twice, never losing the rhythm with his tongue and then, “Ohhhhh my God”, I screamed. “Ohhhh, fuck me with that mouth baby”, I yelled and I ground my pussy against his mouth, adding an extra bit of measure to my orgasm. I screamed uncontrollably, eyes rolling into the back of my head, writhing my hips against his hand, his mouth, non-stop waves overflowing me with sensuality and pleasure.

My body tensed up and I came with an incredible force, my body uncontrollably convulsing against the mattress. I felt the moisture releasing and Michael moaned with pleasure, enjoying the result of his love’s work.

I stopped moving. My body laid there, limp and lifeless and unable to move, hands still tied above my head. Michael moved away from in between my legs, his lips wet from the juice of my pussy and kissed me deeply, finally allowing me to taste myself from his mouth. He looked at me, my eyes struggling to open to look back at him. I could see the satisfied look on his face. He moved on top of me, making sure I felt his still erect cock on my stomach.

“Baby girl?”

“Mmm”, I moaned.

“Guess what?” he asked.

“Mmm”, I moaned again, not the slightest bit interested in what he had to say.

“It’s my turn”…….

The Things You Make Me Do

“I want you now”, he said.

“No baby….we got lots of time,” I told him, trying unsuccessfully to hide my desire.

He laughed, that throaty, deep laugh of his. “You want me inside you, don’t you?”, he taunted, recognizing the look in my eyes. “You want me up in you, you want me to move slowly inside you, until I hit your spot, that spot that makes you scream and makes your pussy shudder, don’t you?”

“No Michael, I don’t,” I lied and pulled completely away from him. I pulled my dress back down and tried to get out of the bathroom stall.

He put his hand on the door and closed me in under him. “I’m going to get you later. I’m going to fuck you until you scream. I’m going to ram my dick up inside you so hard, you won’t know what hit you,” he whispered.
I stared at him and said nothing. I was weak and breathless and if he pressed up against me with his hardness another second, I would come. I didn’t want to. Prolonging our orgasms would make them that much more intense and I wanted this to be a night he’d never forget. Anticipation is half the fun. I promised myself I would make him come with an intensity and fierceness he’d never felt before.

I pulled away from his embrace and walked out of the stall straight out the bathroom door, ignoring the looks and calls I got on my way out. I waited for him, secretly hoping he hadn’t finished himself off.  But something told me he wouldn’t.

The bulge underneath his jeans when he walked out confirmed it. He was still horny. And our night was just beginning.

We went out onto the dance floor. I needed to move, dance, sweat.  I needed to get rid of the sex thoughts that had conjured up in my mind from being with him.  So I moved ahead of him to dance.  He was reluctant.  He stood there, hands in his pockets, watching me. And instantly I had a wicked thought.  I danced, my back to him, feeling his piercing eyes on my body. I moved ever so seductively, to the beat of the music, swaying my hips back and forth, running my hands through my hair, down my body, over my backside.  This wasn’t helping my level of heat for him.  It made me even more turned on.  I was so anxious to have him in between my thighs.  I needed to look at him.  I wanted him to see the look in my eyes. I turned around and stared.  He stared back.  He motioned for me.  I ignored him, fully knowing he was longing to touch my body.  Oh and how I wanted to touch him in return.  I wanted to grab his head and kiss his mouth, run my hands down his back, grab his arms and hold him.  I wanted to grind up on him and feel his dick through my dress.  He smiled, fully reading my thoughts.

Just as I started to move towards Michael, I felt a pair of hands around my waist.  I turned to see a man, in his mid-twenties, dark-skinned, tall, very handsome, smiling at me.  He wanted to dance. Hmmm, I thought, wickedness already creeping into my mind.  I didn’t move away.  Instead, I began to move with this hot stranger, feeling his tempo in order to get in sync.  And in sync we got, all the while Michael watching me enjoy this torturous movement that was keeping me hot and sweaty.  The man pulled me in tighter, holding on to my thighs.  I stood my ground and moved with him, letting him grind up on me to the rhythm of the music.

My eyes never left Michael’s.  I bent over slightly, sticking my ass further into the stranger.  We moved and danced and I could feel his manhood starting to rise in between my legs.  The man was getting hard, beating and whining and grinding himself against my ass.  I was getting excited.  The tingle was back inside me.  Instinctively, my lips parted and I stuck out my tongue, ever so seductively at Michael.  This man was hard, enjoying the feeling of my body on his dick and I was getting excited while Michael watched me.  I saw his lips curve up in a smile.  He knew exactly what I was feeling.

I turned around suddenly to the stranger and thanked him. He took my hand in his and brought it up to his mouth and kissed it. Surprisingly enough, he let me go without insisting. I had to control myself in order not to run to Michael. Ever so calmly I walked over to him and grabbed his head and tongue-kissed him deeply, sucking on his tongue, mimicking the movements of sucking his dick. He moaned. I stopped. “Enough,” I said. “Let’s get out of here.”

We got outside and walked towards the parking lot where his car was parked. “You drive,” I told him. I slid in the passenger side while he got into the driver’s seat.

“Did you enjoy the dance?”, he asked.

“Did you enjoy the show?”, I asked back.

Again, that throaty sexy laugh. “Hell yeah,” he said. “I was waiting for that guy to bust in his pants while he dry-humped you. And you looked like you were enjoying him,” he said as he looked at me.

“Yes. I was enjoying him. I was enjoying him while looking at you and wishing you were in his spot.”

We drove in silence for a while. Not uncomfortable silence. Just peaceful silence, the kind you enjoy after sex, laying in each other’s arms, uncomplicated silence.

I waited for him to get on the highway before I made my move. I leaned over and licked his ear, flicking my tongue in and out. He took a sharp breath, confirmation that what I was doing was right. I continued, running my tongue down his neck, across his jaw line, to his mouth, down his chin, back up to his ears. He moved away. “You need to stop that, I’m driving.” It was my turn to laugh. “Driving? Oh baby, what’s wrong, can’t you concentrate?” I moved my hands in between his legs and felt his still-hard cock. He adjusted himself, giving me easier access, his hand automatically at my knee, pushing my dress aside.

“No, no, no, no sweet thing. It’s not your turn.”

I moved quickly and swiftly removed his belt, unzipped his pants and stuck my hand down into his boxers.

“Ohhhh fuck,” he moaned. “I can’t do this.”

Just then I bent down and slid him in my mouth, the taste of my own pussy juice mixed with his pre-cum reigniting all my senses. Michael moaned a pleasureful sigh. One hand came off the steering wheel onto the back of my head, applying slight pressure into his groin. I took as much of him in my mouth as I could. I licked him and sucked him hard and fierce, never stopping the rhythm of my head up and down on his hardness. His breathing was getting faster. I stopped abruptly and asked him, “What do you want Michael?”

“I want you,” he answered.

“No, wrong answer, what do you want Michael?”

“You, I want your pussy knocking against me the way you were knocking your ass against that guy in the club,” he said, his hand still on my head, hoping I’d get down to finish the job.

“Pull over,” I told him. He did as I asked. He killed the ignition and turned to me. Again, I insisted…..

“Tell me what you want Michael. Tell me how you want it,” as I massaged and caressed and stroked his balls and the sensitive spot right underneath where I knew would make his toes curl.

“I want you to suck my dick. I want to eat your pussy and lick you all up. I want to play with you and make you come. I want you to ride me so I can feel your body orgasm over and over again. I want to stick my dick in your ass. I want to come inside that ass so you could feel my warmth explode inside you,” he said, his hand stroking my hair and my face.

“Oh Michael, tonight you get to have whatever you want, however way you want it,” I said and immediately went back down to his full, hard dick. I sucked and sucked, harder and harder until I knew he couldn’t control himself. His breathing was coming rapidly now and both his hands were on my head, as he thrust upwards towards my mouth. “I want to fuck you,” he said. “I want to fuck you now, I want to feel all of you all over me, I want you to lick your creamy pussy off my, oh fuck,” he trailed off.

I moved my finger lower underneath his balls and stroked him. I needed him. My whole body needed to feel him. He continued, “I want you, I want you up on this dick, I want to ram it inside you until you cry. I want to come over and over again and I want to make you come over and over again.”

My sucking continued, faster and harder. I slid him in and out of my mouth, dragging my tongue along his shaft. I pressed my face deeper, letting my tongue find that spot, the spot that curled his toes. I let my tongue stroke it, all around the rim, darting in and out of that spot. His breathing was now out of control.

“Fuck baby girl, I’m going to bust,” he said and tried to pull away. I didn’t let him. I stayed there and moved with him, allowing him full access to my mouth, my tongue. I moved with him and sucked hard, slipping a tiny bit of finger ever so gently into his ass. I thought I was going to orgasm from the excitement. “I’m not going to stop Michael,” I uttered quickly before slipping him back into my mouth.

That’s all he needed to hear. He threw his head back and I felt the vein on his big cock suddenly throb out of control. This was his moment. This was the fierceness and intensity I wanted. I sucked and sucked, deeply into the back of my throat. I felt him thrust, then his body stopped moving and finally, his sweet juice overflowed into my mouth.

“Fuck baby, oh man, fuck yessssss……”, he cried out. I smiled, still trying to swallow all of him, feeling almost satisfied for giving him such pleasure.

I got up and kissed his mouth, letting him taste himself on me. He smiled again and said, “Oh God. The things you do to me……”

I kissed him again, deeply, fully. I was in heat, and I needed Michael to cool me down. I had that familiar look in my eyes, the look only he knows so well. I turned to him and said, “The things I do to you??  Oh baby…….it’s the things YOU make me do…….

Now take me home please….”

Savannah finally gets hers in the next story.