Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Breakfast of Champions
Seated at the table, meal before you, I come over to you. I slide your chair back and face you, straddle your lap. Without words and without pretense, I take hold of your penis and position it at my core. I stare deep in your eyes and ask you if you are ready. Intentionally and skillfully, I make my descent. I slide down on you, settling into position with you buried deep inside me. It’s tight, it’s wet, it’s hot.
You are grinding your hips in the chair and I stop you. This is about you receiving pleasure. I use my muscles alone to squeeze you. I’m milking your dick with little or no movement at all. Your hands grab a handful of ass and start pulling me closer to you. “Aren’t you hungry?” I take some muffin and place it in your mouth. The melted butter runs down my fingers. I’m grinding on your dick more now. Next, I take some fruit in my hands and feed you the pieces. You are sucking my fingers and the juices respectively as I start to slide up and down on you.
Your mouth finds my right nipple and starts sucking like a man possessed. I wipe the juice left on my fingers on my left nipple and without instruction your mouth finds that one. The muscles in my legs are tensed now as I ride you with force. I’m sliding up and down on your dick, my juices are coating you. I lean closer to you and whisper in your ear,” You created me. My passions are your passions. Your perversions, mine also. I thought you wanted to fuck me. What are you waiting for?”
You are grinding your hips in the chair and I stop you. This is about you receiving pleasure. I use my muscles alone to squeeze you. I’m milking your dick with little or no movement at all. Your hands grab a handful of ass and start pulling me closer to you. “Aren’t you hungry?” I take some muffin and place it in your mouth. The melted butter runs down my fingers. I’m grinding on your dick more now. Next, I take some fruit in my hands and feed you the pieces. You are sucking my fingers and the juices respectively as I start to slide up and down on you.
Your mouth finds my right nipple and starts sucking like a man possessed. I wipe the juice left on my fingers on my left nipple and without instruction your mouth finds that one. The muscles in my legs are tensed now as I ride you with force. I’m sliding up and down on your dick, my juices are coating you. I lean closer to you and whisper in your ear,” You created me. My passions are your passions. Your perversions, mine also. I thought you wanted to fuck me. What are you waiting for?”
Copyright 2005 AfroerotiK
Eat my pussy
I placed my left leg up on the bistro chair, opening myself up to you completely to give you full access. “Don’t worry sweetie, you don’t have to guess what I like. I’ll walk you through it step by step. Just watch me. Watch me pleasure myself. I like it when you rub my clit . . . just . . . like . . . this. Ooooh! Oh yes. Mmmmmm. That’s it baby. Here. Kiss me softly, like you think a woman would kiss me there.
Tease me a little. Lick me like you would a soft serve ice cream cone in the hot July midday. Front to back and don’t miss a spot in between. Take your time. When I start grinding my pussy on your face like that, that’s when you can start licking me a little harder. Yeah, tongue my clit. Now, use your fingers. First one, lick me harder still. Then two, suck it now. Oh Yes, that’s it.”
“Do you want me to cum in your mouth? Do you want to taste my love? You want my juices running down your throat don’t you? I thought you wanted to experience me in every way possible. Well then, push me past my boundaries. Turn me around. I’ll rub my clit for you while you lick me from behind. If you want me to cum, finger me harder, talk dirtier.”
Copyright 2004 AfroerotiK.
Afropussy
Tease me a little. Lick me like you would a soft serve ice cream cone in the hot July midday. Front to back and don’t miss a spot in between. Take your time. When I start grinding my pussy on your face like that, that’s when you can start licking me a little harder. Yeah, tongue my clit. Now, use your fingers. First one, lick me harder still. Then two, suck it now. Oh Yes, that’s it.”
“Do you want me to cum in your mouth? Do you want to taste my love? You want my juices running down your throat don’t you? I thought you wanted to experience me in every way possible. Well then, push me past my boundaries. Turn me around. I’ll rub my clit for you while you lick me from behind. If you want me to cum, finger me harder, talk dirtier.”
Copyright 2004 AfroerotiK.
Afropussy
Body and Soul
Beads of perspiration formed on his cinnamon colored skin. She felt his body press into hers and it took her breath away. Her legs wrapped around him and they moved together in unison, two bodies, one soul.
“I need you.” The words flowed softly, sweetly over his lips like honey dripping on her being but it was her honey that she wanted to taste as he kissed his way down her body. She invited him to taste her, lick her, to eat her sweetness and she cried out like an animal as his lips worked her sweet spot. Her breathing was labored and her legs were trembling as she felt her climax approaching. Intertwined in her fingers were his cascading locs as she held his head in place and prepared to flood his mouth with pleasure. He wouldn’t stop, he couldn’t stop; he needed her sweet juices to run down his face like the juices of a sticky, sweet mango on a hot summer’s day.
Exhausted yet aroused, she closed her eyes to the world. He kissed her sweetly and they shared her unique flavor.
He craved her body and it was her hot, wet core that was calling out to him. He took careful aim and made his descent. Now it was his turn to cry out into the night as her silky walls caressed him, bathed him. Deeper, higher, harder, faster their bodies collided together as their passionate lovemaking turned into heated fucking. It was pure, unbridled heat that lifted them in unison to a higher spiritual plane.
“Oh please, don’t stop. Fill me. Complete me.” It was their symphony of words and sounds, moans and groans that was a soundtrack to transcendent pleasure. He gripped her hips hard and buried himself deeply. The sensations enveloped them and they cemented their bond between man and woman, between body and soul.
Copyright 2005 AfroerotiK
Bedside Lover's Tool Kit
“I need you.” The words flowed softly, sweetly over his lips like honey dripping on her being but it was her honey that she wanted to taste as he kissed his way down her body. She invited him to taste her, lick her, to eat her sweetness and she cried out like an animal as his lips worked her sweet spot. Her breathing was labored and her legs were trembling as she felt her climax approaching. Intertwined in her fingers were his cascading locs as she held his head in place and prepared to flood his mouth with pleasure. He wouldn’t stop, he couldn’t stop; he needed her sweet juices to run down his face like the juices of a sticky, sweet mango on a hot summer’s day.
Exhausted yet aroused, she closed her eyes to the world. He kissed her sweetly and they shared her unique flavor.
He craved her body and it was her hot, wet core that was calling out to him. He took careful aim and made his descent. Now it was his turn to cry out into the night as her silky walls caressed him, bathed him. Deeper, higher, harder, faster their bodies collided together as their passionate lovemaking turned into heated fucking. It was pure, unbridled heat that lifted them in unison to a higher spiritual plane.
“Oh please, don’t stop. Fill me. Complete me.” It was their symphony of words and sounds, moans and groans that was a soundtrack to transcendent pleasure. He gripped her hips hard and buried himself deeply. The sensations enveloped them and they cemented their bond between man and woman, between body and soul.
Copyright 2005 AfroerotiK
Bedside Lover's Tool Kit
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