Monday, November 16, 2009

~Dream~Lover'sParadise

The weekend has left me coming from the clouds.


As I descend from heaven my parachute is released, displaying its beautiful colors.


Our love is the parachute, held together by devotion.
The colors ingredients,emotions,and the perfect definition of this love.
Pink-Youthful,bubblegum pink,the feeling I get when I am with you-giggly&bubbly,like a child.
Blue-Corporate,this love is a business,something to be taken seriously,new plans are always being made&implemented,truly defined.
Red-Passion,fire,erotic,exotic,sexy,keeping you on your toes.
Purple-Loyalty,consoling. Sharing&caring,my comforter&confidant.
Yellow-Glowing,what our love has done to me. Easily detected from my inside out. From my smile to the words I speak.
Green-Growth,what we do every time we meet.
White-Freedom,free to love you with no limits.
Brown-Natural,the state that you came to love me in.
Orange-Sweet,sunny like Tropicana. To the kisses you place upon my lips to the thoughtful words you speak,you are naturally sweet.
Black-Sadness,what I feel each time you leave me.

As I come down, my body rocks in a swinging motion,as a swing on a Spring Savannah day. Cool,yet a slight touch of warmth. Almost wanting to take shelter from the suns rays. Yet,there is comfort in its warmth. The comfort is love and it consumes me.
I land on barefeet, my parachute follows me,colors blazing. My hair is flowing in the wind, my head is held high. I have landed into my pseudo universe,~Dream's~universe. Everyone is happy and carefree,and nobody here will hurt me. Harmony and peace exist daily. The words "thank you" or the phrase "I appreciate you" are permanent contents of conversation.

Mine eyes are clearly hazel,yet my perception of reality will forever be hazy. Love has me blinded. I am impregnated by love and sex is the offspring.

Be blessed because you are love.
Kisses to you~Dream~
©2009 Thick Dream Productions/Ms.Atlanta Thick~Dream~

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

The Mountain Retreat-Titillating TuesdayOct27_09

Although our budgets were wrapped so tightly, we had to make room for this weekend getaway. When we were planning this trip (lol) we did not know how we were going to pay for it;however, our love made it happen. I have to give credit to the name of love, without it a lot of things are impossible. 
I felt we were overdue for some quiet time alone, my time and money has been occupied with my baby. He has been beyond stressed at work, recently he suffered a pay cut. "Bad" things happened to both of us, yet we remained hopeful for the future. The negative did not outweigh the positive, besides we have each other and going through rough times together has brought us closer. 
The drive to Dillard, GA was cool. We made frequent stops, to rest areas to play hide-n-seek, and to shoppes to kill our curiosity and time. The conversation in the car was pleasant, I didn't out talk him and he didn't poke fun at my driving (this time). It was humor & cohesion that made this car ride different from all others. I enjoyed eating cashews out of his hand, like a silly monkey. It was sexy/cute holding the CapriSun juice pouch and massaging his neck, as he drove. He joked about "being the only black people in the mountains",my reply"don't worry, Mama always packs her heat". I opened the under seat compartment that displayed my 9mm handgun. 
We arrived at the Chalet Village around 1pm. We stood in awe looking at the mountainous view and the 25 step lengthy entrance to Chalet#25. He looked at me like "you thinking-what I am thinking" and I nodded my head agreeing "oh hells yeah". His lean,(I guess) fit self launches up the steps, eager to be the first to enter. I was not trying to run up those stairs, for what??! Not, to bust my face or knees like I seem to do when rushing upstairs. I made my way, at my own pace. 
Before I reached the doorway, I smelled the fragrance of my one of my favorite YankeeCandles "Christmas Cupcake". The nostalgia hit me, and my eyes became watery. The feeling of being home, was present. Inside the Chalet, was rustic yet very updated, with all new appliances and furniture. I covered my mouth, holding in the excitement,as if we were sharing the 4bedroom (with private jacuzzi & loft). There were rose petals from the door, leading to the master suite, and candles everywhere. He was upstairs on the balcony (chillin), pretending to pay me no mind. I gazed at the king size bed, decorated in long stem roses, strategically placed in a heart shaped pattern . One by one, I pick them up and sniffling. He comes in "baby, what's wrong with you" he asked. "Nothing, but when & how did you have time to do all of this" I questioned. "Well, when you made the reservation last month I called to see how I could add some extras without you knowing. They arranged for my credit card to be charged separately, so you would not know". "Also, I worked some evenings with my Dad cleaning office buildings, to pay for it & the stuff I have planned for the weekend"he explained. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was shocked, not that he went the "extra mile" for me, but he worked part-time cleaning and he hates cleaning his own apartment (lol). We took a few moments "thanking" each other, one juicy tongue kiss lead to me simultaneously sucking his ear lobes and rubbing the crotch of his OldNavy jeans. Our bodies were like magnets heading for a landing on the firm king sized mattress. Our eyes met and we decided to stop before we got off task. All the things we brought for the weekend was still down the hike of 25 steps, and two hours had already passed. Holding hands we proceed downstairs (in Jack&Jill fashion), to gather our belongings from the SUV. 
The day went by fast, once the vehicle was unloaded. For lunch, I made cold sub sandwiches with Sun chips & orange pop. He snacked on gummie bears & played PacMan in the game-room upstairs, as I prepared the steaks for later. I was kinda relieved that something caught his attention, other than my switching hips.  I really wanted to make a special meal, and he was preventing me from doing so by holding my waist & grinding on my ass every time I hummed a sexy tune. It was like a dog answering a whistle (lol) accept, he was not humping my leg. Honestly, I really wanted to stop & drop my jeans down to my leg-warmer covered ankles so he could have his way with me wearing only a red checkered apron. I held back this time. 
We had already clogged up the jacuzzi with jello pudding and rose petals, I was trying not to worry how we were going to fix that before leaving. My bliss kept me from worrying so hard. He had ate my pussy under water (I didn't even know he could swim). I would call out,"Heyyy Aqua Mannn" (like the Culligan lady from the commercial) each time his face would emerge for air. He'd reply firmly "Yes Baby" in a deep Barry White tone. I'd scream,giggle, plant a solid kiss on him then we'd repeat. After all of the silliness, the sensuality kicked in. No intercourse took place inside of the jacuzzi. He wanted me, in a leaning position against the private jacuzzi. I believe all that fore"play"had him overly aroused, he seemed very excited for some odd reason. His eyes were like lustful daggers. He would've took me down like a wolf to a little lamb, but I was not about to allow that, not this weekend. If I'd given the "green light" he would have fucked the shit out of me & we both would have been no good to do anything he'd paid for us to do (horseback riding, fishing, wagon ride, none of the nightly events the resort had held). Instead, I took it upon myself to simmer down some of his steam, I sucked on his wet vanilla pudding flavored penis. I whispered into his ear "sweetheart,thank you for doing all the extras & most importantly thank you for coming, your presence means so much to me....your so damned thoughtful,I love you". His "engine" slows some, but his breathing, concrete erection & pulse evidence the heightened arousal was still there, just not as intense. He responds with a half sentence,"you....ummm......wel.....come". He's mesmerized by my sensual fellatio. Possibly because I made it extra sloppy wet (just the way he likes) also from the acoustics from my smacking lips on his thick dick. Two wonderful "instruments", you should have been there to hear such an erotic melody. He "blew" my last note, with the cum he lubricated my throat with. I wanted him inside me almost instantly, I did not have time to spit out his cum. From mouth to pussy, he went into high gear. I had to drop my towel and slip into my flip flops to provide some support on the slippery surface. He was going at it so fast, my bobby pins were coming loose from my Grace Jones ponytail that I had pinned up. My screams were higher than Beyonce' & Mariah Carey, dammit I think he hit bone too. I didn't care who heard us, I was certain that they knew the difference between a cry for help and a scream that my pussy was being served really good. He tried to "hush" me yet he didn't slow his stroke or the depth of his dick in me. 
Dinner was splendid.  He made the coconut shrimp and garden salad to go with the Porterhouse steaks & baked potatoes, I made. He really felt bad that I sprained my ankle when I was getting off the horse, so he insisted on helping with dinner. My first time going horseback riding, and I sprained my stinking ankle. The ride itself was refreshing. I really enjoyed the rhythm of the ride, worked wonders on my clitoris. 
After dinner, we entertained each other by the fireplace (since the rules of this meditating trip was no cell phones & no television). I pretended to be Annie Oakley/Pocahantas, wearing a fringed brown chemise, fringed garter on my upper right thigh, my long weave ponytail brushed down, brown booties & gun at my hip.  My character was very provocative.  He was my black Daniel Boone, wearing this (lumber jack-ish flannel) shirt, a Black LA Raiders t-shirt underneath, red boxers, and all black socks. He made me call him "Mount-Me-Dan" and kept saying "I'ma Pokie you, Annie" (in the same way you say "Annie are you okay" from Michael Jackson song "Smooth Criminal"....lol). 
We roasted Ballpark hotdogs and made smores. Well, he tried to roast hotdogs, I masturbated myself with a frozen wiener and he burned the BallParks looking at me. Twice he attempted to roast hotdogs til saying "fuck it, I give up". Sticks his head between my thighs and starts to lick my clit.  Then he put his fingers inside me along with the wiennie "dayum baby,that's all you....shittttt, I cannot believe I can still feel you & you're this deep"he said in sheer amazement. Next we're fireside mutually masturbating, such a good sight to see. He melted marshmallows (like hot wax) to pour on my breast&neck. I orgasm from him licking and biting me. In the middle of my orgasm, he said "Dream boo boo, I want to feel that pretty pussy on my dick, bring that ass to Daddy". Naturally, first instinct was to get on my knees and position myself to receive him "doggie"style (that was almost impossible with a sprained ankle). And of course, that was not what he wanted. "Mount-Me-Dan" explained his request "I am a frontiersman, so I want to hit that from the front, now lay your ass on this bear skin rug so I can make luv to ya (lol)". I smirked like a child & batted my eyes and did as I was told. Laid my ass on that bear skin rug, not exactly bear skin more like faux Ikea Yak, look-a-like fur rug (lol).
Naked in front of the fire, only wearing socks.  This time his pace was slower, a lot more sensual. He caressed my head, and face with every stroke. He was speaking to me, my voice was frozen I could not say a word.  His forehead had minimal sweat, I wiped the moisture from his face then applied a kiss. "Baby you know all the right things to do" he said. "That's why I don't mind making you happy, I work so hard trying to make sure you're happy" he adds. I smile, still speechless. "You know I am a simple man, it does not take much to keep me pleased & baby you doo doo the damned thing"he stuttered. When he finally stops talking, the sex intensifies, and my pussy begins to throb on his dick ready to climax. An instant reaction, when I feel the tingling from the head of his penis.  His body freezes and he reaches for something underneath the couch, he pulls out a small box & hands it to me. Before I opened it, I asked "what is this, I know its not what I think it is". "Just open the box,silly woman" he demands. Slowly I open the box, and its a pair of 18 carat white gold diamond earrings. "Wow...wow...wow" was all I could say. 
We continued making love fireside, the wind outside was blowing hard & we were panting just as hard. Climax was shared, I don't know who came first. What I do know we were "1"with each other, we had a "spiritual" love making session. Although my pussy was filled with his nutt, I held him closely, in no immediate rush for him to move. "Thank you love, everything you do for me I appreciate it to the utmost...I love you sweetie" I said giving him a warm embrace. "I do it because I love you and I want to be the only man who gets credit for pleasing you the best" he confessed. 
The fire is put out and we retire to bed. Sunday morning, I awake to breakfast in bed. He beat me to the kitchen,wow. He cooked waffles, sausage, and scrambled eggs. He actually did an exceptional job on the eggs, I was highly impressed.  After breakfast, we took one last stroll, before heading on a three hour drive back home. 
The drive was kinda quiet because it was back to reality-we go. We hated to go back to our hectic lives. In unison we mumbled "back to life,back to reality". That's why we took our time, stopping to snap roadside scenic pics and twice to get a"quickie" (once in the SUV and the other on a big huge rock, when no cars were coming. I road him reverse cowgirl style) now, that was fun! A trucker passed and did not have a clue we were having sex (lol) due to the long concealing dress I wore. 
Right now, I am waiting at Walgreens 1hour photo counter daydreaming about our romantic retreat. I am horny all over again thinking about all of the things we managed to accomplish. I cannot wait til I see him again & I will make sure I share with you all the juicy details. TTFN~Dream~




Friday, October 23, 2009

The SexxyMILF

He demanded my attention. I had been avoiding him all week due to the stress of work and the kids being home for the summer. I knew that I could not hold him at bay any longer. It was past due for us to meet. His pleads were more frequent, for some of my sexual attention. Besides that my pussy was becoming engorged. We had to meet pretty soon...I feared that I would loose him. He called me in between making deliveries. He said," baby it's been a long week when can I see you."  I said," tomorrow is Sunday; therefore I have the whole day to spend with you...what would you like to do". I played dumb because I knew that he wanted attention like a child and some lovin that would make him fall flat on his knees. I guess I wanted to hear him say it aloud. He said," I need an entire afternoon or evening alone with you...let's do this, let's have a picnic".  I told him that I knew of a perfect location, a place where I go to meditate often and the view was to die for. The excitement built in his voice," I'll cook for us and you come by here to meet me then we go to this secret place of yours". I became giddy as I started to think what he had in store...we ended the conversation with a goodnight kiss. I wanted to go to bed early to rest for the next day.
It was 6:55am, and the sun barely peaked above the clouds. "Oh shit,is it going to rain today" I said trying not to be pessimistic. I could not sleep at all during the night, I was too anxious thinking of the day ahead. I got up to pee at least 20 times in the night & I tried not to check the clock on the way back from the restroom. During my slumber, I did dream of what I wanted to say and do once I was in his presence again. The dream aroused me, and I was so tempted to masturbate. I held off in order to increase the intensity.
10am came quickly; I reached for the phone to see if things were still on for our day. He answered on the third ring; his voice was full of energy. I heard blues music loudly playing in the background. "HELLLOOO my Sweet, goood morning...how did you sleep"? I held the phone away from my ear," I'm fine honey, I see you are up...all bright eyed and bushy tailed".  "Glad to hear. Are you dressed I'll be done cooking in an hour" he said. Damned, I was still in the bed and rubbing the crust from my eyes. I lied and said," yes, I am just getting out the shower". "What time do you want me to be at your house", I said hoping that his chosen time would allow me enough time to get ready. "Be here by 12:30, that way the food is still fresh".  I said," okay I will be there with bells on". I hurried to hang up the phone because I did not know what in the hell I was going to wear for an outdoor picnic. "Stupid me, I should've took something out last night..shit,I am goin to be late" I said while standing half naked in my walk-in closet. I had done a lot of shopping over the summer, so it was not a problem of having the clothes to wear. The dilemma was making the decision of what to put on. I snatched and grabbed about 4 different outfits, and after about 20 minutes went by I made up my mind to wear a sundress with a matching hat. The ensemble I chose, a yellow contemporary sundress and designer hat I bought a week ago from Nordstrom's. The hat was huge and floppy, but very stylish & cute. I had a thing about the sun & my hair getting bugs into it. Also, the hat was functional. I wanted to be prepared in case he decided to drive with the top down.
Its 11:45, I am just getting out of the shower. I had to kick up the speed. "Brrrrrrrrrinnnnng",the phone rings. I took a short look at the caller id, and answered it. "Did you forget, we had a 11:30 brunch scheduled today". I didn't recognize the voice at first, but it was my daughters coach. He and I became close during the summer months. I was the team Mom, and we got close by spending many nights talking late at hotel lounges after an away game. There was a mutual attraction; however, we respected each other and for whatever reason never acted on it. So yes, I was shocked when he finally asked me out. Grabbing at my forehead I said, "oh my God...please tell me that you are not at the restaurant...I totally overslept and I didn't set a reminder in my PDA". I closed my eyes and awaited his painful answer. "I'm here, but I got a call to pick up my son about ten minutes ago...so lucky for you, I have to run". He was pissed at me, I could tell it in his voice. "Can we reschedule for next week, and I promise that I will show up", I said while checking the clock and turning the pages of my planner. The coach wasn't trying to hear me; surprisingly he said "yes, you know we are good for another time". I told him that my Mom was calling on the other line because he wanted to discuss further the plans for the upcoming group fundraiser.
The clock turned 12:25, and I was supposed to be meeting my love at his house by 12:30. I was not even fully dressed. I only had on lace boy shorts and a bra. I hurried to oil myself and slide into my dress. I was debating about calling him. I didn't want him to think that I was dodging him again. So, I finished getting dressed and called him as I ran out the door with keys in hand.
The time is now 1:30 and I am heading to his house. I used my hands free device to call him. The phone just rings, then goes into his voicemail. Oh shit, the gas light of my SUV comes on..."fuck it, I'm riding fumes til I get to his house" I said and floored it. I called him close to 6 times, and no answer. I begin to worry, and the perspiration starts to soak my new linen dress. I was determined to see him today, and proceeded in the direction of his house.
At 1:50 I pull into the driveway of his condo. His Saab convertible was parked on the street. It was shining as usual, so I knew that he planned to drive it on our outing. I didn't bother to lock my door, I rushed toward his doorbell. I must have pushed that button a dozen times before he answered. He opened the door with a sour look on his face. He was dressed in a brown Coogi polo shirt with some baggy jean shorts. His hair was cut low and his sideburns thin & sexy. The cologne he wore was the same Burberry I bought him at Christmas. His mouth opened, he started to speak. I quickly planted a wet kiss on his soft lips. Whatever anger and whatever words he wanted to say, vanished from his vocabulary. He grabbed me into a strong embrace and threw my hat to the floor. I jumped on him, and wrapped my legs tightly around him.
Our kissing and heavy petting lasted an hour. We didn't notice that the front door was left open until 40 minutes passed.
When the first available moment came, I blurted out an apologetic phrase. "Baby I am ssoo sorry for being late and it was so inconsiderate of me for not calling to let you know I would run behind." He looked at me with forgiving eyes and said," woman I just about had it with your shit and I wasn't going to answer my door or your phone calls. That's why I waited so long to get the door; I wanted you to sweat a lil bit." I was like, "oh really". He boldly said to me," hell yeah, even though I wanted to see your fine ass and possibly get some too. I would have took the chance by ignoring you, just like you have passed me up for weeks." "It was not like that, honey" I said in my most convincing voice.
The roar of thunder interrupted our makeup session. He had to run outside to pull my car door closed and he used the remote to put the top back on the convertible.
The Georgia rain was endless never letting up. It was five o'clock and the sky was dark as night. There was not going to be a scenic drive that day. We decided to reheat everything that he prepared for the picnic. He placed a blanket on his hardwood living room floor. We both light ten candles each, and threw two purple plush oversized pillows on the floor. He held my hand as I sat down and I thanked him.
He brings out our food on a large decorative tray. This man is a foodie, so I knew that he wasn't going to disappoint me. He prepared Filet Mignon, twice baked cheesy potatoes, market fresh green beans in a garlic sauce, and for dessert New York style cheesecake drizzled in a raspberry sauce. He offered me a glass of wine; I declined because I wanted to be completely sober for the next course. We smiled and laughed during the meal, and I could not stop complimenting the lengths he went through to prepare it. He accepted my kindness; my gratitude was sealed with a kiss to his lower abdomen. I cleared the floor so that only the blanket and pillows remained. I pretended to wrestle with him and pinned him. Although I knew that he could easily break the hold I had on him, he surrendered himself. I undressed him, and he assisted me by slipping the dress over my head. I reached for the dish holding the raspberry sauce and poured it on his muscular chest. As I covered his chest, I massaged in the sticky syrup sauce. I licked at my fingers and played with his pecs. My tongue took over, and it became a towel, cleaning up the delicious mess that I made. He grabbed at my full breast as I licked his body. His dick was stabbing me in my thigh as I straddled him. It was fully erect, and I decided to get off him to see what trouble I was about to get into. My stance wasn't even firm and he pulled me back to the floor. Now he is on top, and I am laying flat on my back pierced against a stack of plush pillows. I am topless, wearing only my lace boy shorts. He caressed my whole body with his caramel lips. I begin to squirm as the heat from his face centered into my pussy. His nose is at my clitoris moving in a circular motion. The echo of my moans bounced off his vaulted ceiling. My pussy secretions saturated the cotton lining of my boy shorts. He used his mouth to sensually remove them. He licked the precum from my panties. My gumdrop shaped nipples were rock hard, and I held them together as he stroked his dick between them. I licked the tip of his mass when it came closer to my face. He enjoyed the sensation, and I paid close attention to the knot of semen located at his base. I sucked his dick for only a few minutes because I knew that his orgasm would come quick. His dick pulsated when he broke the suction from my mouth. I was ready for him to enter me. I pulled at his hips and widen my legs even more. All of my energy and emotions went to my pussy. I reached for his dick, making sure that its target would not be missed. As he entered me, my pussy went from tense to relax and the secretions increased. The intense emotion sent a chill down our spine. My arousal was amplified by seeing a candlelight silhouette of his ass fucking me. The mixture of his Burberry cologne and sweat turned me on even more….(to be continued)Dream©

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Titillating Tuesday"TheMorethanaMindFuck",October 20(unedited)

I awoke to a cold and frosty morning here in Atlanta,Georgia. The same routine, get the kiddies off to school and address the needs of a cranky infant. The smile I had wore to bed still remained and the essence of my weekend. Its been a long time that I held a smile, now grimace this long. I cannot help it, you know when your mind is on pleasant thoughts it shows on your face. I am happy, I am truly happy...well pleased, inside and out. I know the troubles of parenting, finances, and a slight weight gain should be overwhelming my happiness. Not this time. 
The weekend resurrected a impermeable state of happiness & love. Just a couple of weeks ago, I found myself asking the question "how did I wind up falling in love with this person". After this weekend, I truly understand how it was possible. Its not about "who" HE is or "what" HE does, its all about the time that HE puts in & "how he makes me feel" when we are together. For a woman like myself, those things are key. I've had men in my life who have made me feel like shit, due to their own insecurities. Their narcissism prevented them from loving me the way I need to be loved. 
This present Boo or "love of my life" is one that cares,loves,laughs, and prays for me. Most importantly, we are friends first then the mushy stuff comes last. I am myself with him, I can cry or laugh in his presence. 
When he came to the door, I held my composure because I really wanted to jump on him and give him a tight hug. I had to practice breathing at a slower pace, I didn't want to show how excited he gets me. 
On our way to breakfast, I studied him...his lanky swag had me hot and moist. First, I was turned on how he took the initiative to carry my sleeping baby in her car seat. I watched him walk,  then scurried to hold the door. Standing 6ft2inches, covered with sexy chocolate smooth skin wearing dark denim jeans, with bowleg's, and firm ass I couldn't help but stare. 
When we were seated, I removed my jacket to display my full & lactating breast. My push up bra along with the ruffled purple top made the "girls" look marvelous. Our conversation was humorous and innocent. I am almost positive the looks and thoughts we held were all but that. It was very hard for me to remain in my seat during breakfast without excusing myself. 
See, for the past couples days I was immensely moistened. My body was sending me signals that "girl its about time you get you some". The liquid between my thighs was clear yet thick, the consistency of egg whites. This was something special wet,thick, and sweet. 
I could not waste it on just anyone, the suitor had to be someone who holds weight in my life not a random gent. I've received some "offerings" to assist my release. This year I have seemed to pass up all offers. My present Boo has been keeping me satisfied, for the most part. Although our encounters are infrequent, when I do have them, they suffice. 
I'm unsure about this last encounter, it was certainly something different about it. I am not sure who initiated it, but I know I could not hold back once I kissed his syrup flavored lips (compliments of IHop). I wanted to suck his face off, I could not stop kissing him.


He says "its so soft,you must have put a lot of oil on it", referring to my 60+ inches of ass. I pretended to ignore what he said, but smiled inside. My pants were loosened, I had to get comfortable after the breakfast we just had. My polka dot thong was showing as I placed the baby down, although his favorite college was playing football (and I had it playing on the big screen in HD) all eyes were on my juicy ass cheeks. I didn't mean to distract him because I'm the kinda chick who will watch the game, plus hand you the remote. I cannot promise that I won't be dress "nicely" and I cannot promise that I won't pull the dick out and start to suck it during halftime or the commercials either. For some reason, I couldn't sit down much this day. And he followed my ass around each time I moved, his hands are glued to my behind. 
He follows me into the bedroom, I am playing coy while pulling my pants off. My top and neon tube socks remained,I didn't know what I wanted to do 1st kiss his lips off his face or bend over and assume the position. I decided to get on my knees and spread facing my full length mirror. See, even though it was a rainy ATL day, the sun came out for us to utilize that mirror. The pillows were pushed aside, he wanted a unobstructed view. I only wished I could see what he was seeing from the rear. I know it was a nice view, a wet/sticky one. His dick was like a hot dart, fitting into the perfect target, accustom to him. Upon insertion he says "damned, its tight". I concur "yes baby,its tight waiting just for you". I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking because he didn't say much after that. I believe he was puzzled while he was smashing me, thinking "how in the hell does her pussy get so wet and still tight,how does she do that". I bet it was fucking up his mind, he seemed so frustrated while he was stroking me. Almost to the point where I felt like he was punishing me because he beat the pussy up. I tried to tap out and run from him, he grabs the back of my top and straddles me,like he riding a horse. He says"where you going, I know you are not trying to run". My reply"no baby", I was lieing my ass off. Hell yeah I wanted to run, now the dick was good and well needed. However, he was coming at it hard unlike any other time. He seemed like he was on a mission, to bust me wind open. He simultaneously reaches for the olive oil and anoints my ass, never stopping his stroke. He pulls out, so that only his tip remains to make certain the oil was rubbed in thoroughly. His dick is now more firm, from the combination of my big ass now my big ass covered in oil  all up in his face. I acknowledged his concrete penis "ohhh baby, you are much harder now". I couldn't help but grab a fist of bed linen, to brace myself. I took the beating that he was giving me. The view from the mirror made it very arousing, especially when he was slapping my ass and putting my ass cheeks in a "choke hold". He was surely handling all that ass. 
I had to take a mini break to show him how wet I was really, I don't think he knew. I laid on my back to spread my thighs in his direction "dayum, you ain't lieing you were wet" he agrees. He quickly dips his head down for a taste of me. He comes up to smile at me with this look in his eyes, he has a clear spider web of my nectar hanging from his goatee. He catches the clear strand and slurps it up. I notice then the evidence I left on him and begin to lick at my lips, his entire pubic area is covered in my juices. My eyes turned even greener (lol) I wanted to suck all my juices off of him. And I did just that. He and I, together we taste very delicious. 
Its something about this thing I have with him, this "love & basketball" type of love we have. It makes me want to simply devour him. He's cute when he is acting like a goofball and handsome when he is doing his work. We are so cool that, only he is allowed to laugh when I trip going up the stairs. He shares his fears and desires with only me. All that we do for each other (besides sex) is what makes a great team. We are always supporting each other in some way.
Which is why I don't mind sucking him til my lips are swollen and numb. This day I felt like licking him all over, he was just so tasty. My tongue did not stop at his dick or sac, I did not stop til I reached his feet. I kissed the tip of his penis, licked the grooves on his sac, licked the perineal line, blew softly into his ass, bit at his thighs, massaged his knees & legs. My mouth ended its journey by gently kissing the upper portion of his feet. 
There was no climax by him, he was fulfilled by pleasing me. And that he did, hands down. I on the otherhand, I could not count how many times that I had a orgasm. I believe my first orgasm was during breakfast, we were just laughing and talking yet I was so aroused from his presence. (Key thing to know, it does not take much for neither, he or myself to become aroused by each other.)

That was the past weekend, today is Tuesday and the blissful feeling still is lingering. My inner thighs are sore, the swelling in my lips have went down, and I have a bruise on my ass cheeks. I have a (sex) hangover. I am over here, I cannot stop smiling like the cheshire cat (lol). The time spent was right on time, we both needed the release. It was dually appreciated, I cannot wait til the next time I see him. Patiently I shall await that moment, but for now I am writing him a note, signing it....oxxxox's Love Always,~Dream~.




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