Getting Provocative...

The Shower, Part IV

2009-05-25T09:46:00.000-07:00

"So," the woman said right after a long, wet lick of Shelley's now engorged clit. "Are you just going to stand there or are you going to come get some of this?"
I immediately knelt down beside her but couldn't resist the temptation to run my hand across her firm ass on my way there.
"The name's Monica, by the way" she said. "Shelley said you might like me and I can see right now that I like you. And don't worry, you'll be getting all of me that you stand tonight."
She leaned forward to kiss me and as her tongue swirled around mine, I could taste Shelley's juices on her lips.
"Mmm, so are you going to help me eat this pussy, or what?" Monica said.
I joined in with her and Shelley squirmed in delight as we licked her up and down and side to side.
Monica moved upwards and nibbled at Shelley's breasts before straddling her face and resting her now dripping wet snatch just above Shelley's mouth.
The sight of that firm, oily ass swaying back and forth and Shelley's tongue flicking back and forth was almost too much for me, but I stayed with it.
Just when I felt as if I couldn't take it anymore Shelley said the words I'd been waiting to hear.
"Gimme that dick," she said.
As you command...

Moving Day - by guest-blogger Bonita Applebum

2009-05-24T21:17:00.000-07:00

I finalized my divorce a week before I moved to ....Memphis.... from Knoxville..... I was still in a celebratory mood as I packed my clothes and started taking pictures down from the wall; mind you, no woman is happy to get a divorce, but to know that you are about to embark on a new adventure…it does something to the mind. It makes your body and your mind feel free. I was looking forward to searching out another moment, another journey that I could embrace. So leaving and starting fresh again was very essential. I made a call to Two Men Moving Service weeks ago to get the large furniture out and to possibly help me finish placing the rest of the things into boxes. Okay, I admit, I knew about the move for a moment, but I had been slow and - in a way – in denial of leaving this place I had called home for five years. I gave the house up in the divorce because I didn't want any connection to my ex-husband, but there were so many memories I didn't want to let go of. So I hoped they wouldn't complain when I threw in this small request...
Around 4:30 in the late of the afternoon, a large 18-wheeler pulled up in front of my home and two large, masculine, muscular chocolate brothers climbed out of the truck. It had to be 95 degrees outside as the sweat from their skin drenched the front of their shirts from their last job. They had informed me on the phone that they had to do two light jobs before they saw me. I would be the last bit of work that they'd get to. And watching these two brothers walk up the walkway toward my home, I have to admit, the work I had in mind was definitely not about moving boxes and furniture. It had been a while since I had let anyone touch me, and my body was making a request that my fantasies had been yearning for in such a long time.
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As I led them both into different areas of the home, I found myself staring at their protruding chests, arms that looked like they could pick me up and work my ass well. I promise you, my lips were watering, and I'm not speaking of the soup coolers on my face. All I could think of was riding one of those damn stallions off into the sunset. Never in my 30 years had I ever thought of having an with a total stranger, but at that moment, I just wanted to get in between either of their thighs and work with what they had…and it looked like they had a lot to give…
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One of the brothers, whose name was Cutta, by the way, asked for a glass of water before he could get started. He was a milk chocolate, six foot four bald head brother with bedroom eyes that penetrated your soul. I was captivated by this cat from the moment he stepped out of the truck and into my home! As we walked into the kitchen, I felt his eyes piercing through the small, well fitted blue jean shorts that barely covered the cheeks. There was a hint of a smile on his face as I bent over into the one of the boxes to get a glass. Trying to show off a bit, I bent over without bending my knees. His eyes spoke of lust as well as his tongue as he licked his lips for a third time. He walked up behind me, just close enough to my ass to ask if I needed help finding a glass. What I wanted to say to him was 'you can help by taking this shirt off and lick the sweat off of me, if you don't mind.'
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When I got the glass and turned around, he was right there, chest to my face, with me wondering what it tasted like in this hat as I took in his scent of sweat and D+G Cologne. I moved immediately to fill the glass up with ice, but it seemed that I was moving too slow for Cutta as he pinned me close to the fridge, with us eye to eye, asking silently what the next move should be. I bit my lip with anticipation, wanting him to take a sip of me to quench his thirst. I then suddenly stopped my train of thought as it seemed as if I would let this total stranger take full advantage of my body, and said 'Excuse me', and opened the fridge to get the ice. By then, though, it was too late. He wanted more than water to keep cool…as a matter of fact; he wanted to get heated in fits of passion while helping reach a climax I hadn't reached since my honeymoon.
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Cutta took the glass from me and took out a piece of ice and kissed it softly, then flicked it with the tip of his tongue. I watched quietly, excited about his next move, wanting to be that piece of ice that dripped between his lips. He then took the ice and placed it on my low cut t-shirt, letting it drip on to the cleavage. I was hot – just hot enough to make the ice melt all over my shirt while the cool water made my nipples harder than they had ever been. Cutta smiled at his first accomplishment like a chef making his best dessert, and he wanted to taste his creation. He picked me up and placed me onto the edge of the sink, staring me down as I began to lift his shirt. He was a morsel of a man that I wanted to devour, place into my mouth like a greedy child with her first gum drop. I wanted him, sweat and all…I wanted him right thee, right at that moment…....
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I kissed Cutta's chest slowly as my tongue played with the chest hairs around his nipples. I felt his hands on the small of my back move down to the middle of my thighs and slowly moving his fingers into unconquered areas of my body. My mouth moved to his nipples as I playfully nibbled them as he asked me to bite them harder and to lick them down. I happily obliged. He moaned and shuttered once my mouth covered his entire nipple and as I sucked them like a chocolate drop. I moaned in agreement as his hands moved closer and closer to my shorts and unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped. Once the shorts were down, he stood back to stare at his masterpiece. I kicked the shorts away and stood in the room with nothing on but my baby doll t-shirt and my light blue boy-cut panties. I took off my shirt and let him see the swell of my breasts. By this time, I was tired of playing with this man. I had been quiet long enough. And after all, his brother was upstairs. What harm would it be to play for a little while?
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So I extended my hand to him and led him into the next room, which happened to be the pantry. Cutta closed the door and turned on the light and whispered softly 'I want to see your every move.' He pulled my five foot ten frame closer and began to taste me, starting at the tip of my forehead. His hands danced around my back as I tore the wife beater off his chest…damn. He was finer than I thought he was. His chest was piercing…it looked as if it would just hurt if he hugged me…but I wasn't looking for hugs right then. His mouth was past my neck and his tongue was outlining my collarbone. His hands reached down and played with the lining of my panties. I shuttered and looked up at Cutta and simply said, 'Just do it. I want you to. Take it…' ....
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Cutta made me spread my legs as he bent down and got on his knees to take my panties off. The further down he went, the wetter I seemed to get. His mouth was no longer licking my body…it began to nibble and bite with expectations of multiple orgasms. I tried to stifle my moans of anticipation, but it became harder as the panties slipped off of my ass and on to the floor. His mouth was no longer on my thighs…he found his meal and wanted to be fed. His lips and his tongue found my newly shaven box and began to kiss it aggressively. I almost lost control as his tongue darted in and out with pleasure, concentrating on making me content as his fingers played along my ass and my chest. I noticed in the throws that there was a jar of honey left on the shelf of the pantry. Apparently, he noticed it as well because his next words were what I wanted to hear: 'Pour it on yourself…now...please…I want to taste all of it on you…' I aggressively opened the jar and poured it slowly onto my chest and let the rest trail from my cleavage right to the middle of my body. His mouth searched for traces of it on my body as I moaned in satisfaction louder than I had since that moment started.
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There I was, drenched in Tupelo honey as he became my bee, buzzing around for the sweet nectar that was I…sugar, you have no idea what a beehive feels like until you've had it like this!
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I took my sweet, sticky fingers and unbuckled his pants without delay. And like a child opening her present on Christmas morning, I was more than surprised…I was ecstatic. Delighted in what I was about to be given, I told Cutta to lay back and relax…I wanted to do the moving right now. I planted myself on top of him as he began to grind his hips, searching for the rhythm that was playing in my head. I followed his lead and met his glance with moan of gratification. He sung along with me with his own sighs and we did a duet that made sense to other lovers. I screamed out in pleasure when he grabbed me by my thighs and asked if I liked his gift…I wanted the world to know that this was a gift that kept on giving as I rode him toward my climax, clawing his back and kissing his whole mouth with traces of honey left on his lips.
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I don't know how long we were in the pantry when dreadlocked Russell (that's the other brother) opened the door and found me riding Cutta with so much intensity. By that moment, I didn't care who was at the door…if anything, it excited me more, that mere thought of getting caught. Russell stood back and watched as I mounted Cutta over and over as he cried out in contentment. I glanced over at Russell and saw that like a child watching another child playing with a new toy, he wanted his turn. He saw the honey and wanted a taste as well. I did a spin around and rode Cutta as Russell licked my breasts down like juicy caramel apples. Cutta grabbed my ass and made it bounce as Russell climbed on top of me to taste more of my body. I felt Cutta's hand reach over toward my breasts and I watched as he fed Russell more of my breasts as he demanded him to suck them harder. Russell responded by flicking his tongue all over them and telling Cutta to fuck me harder. Cutta and I grabbed his head and motioned him to lick other parts of my body as the three of us moaned in ecstasy, losing our minds and finding rhythm through our forbidden dance. I tore off Russell's shirt and noticed that he was just as built as Cutta, if not better. I grabbed a handful of his hair and spread his long locks onto my body while Cutta's mouth closed in on my back. Russell's hands spread my legs to watch Cutta go in and out of my body. He turned me around to face Cutta as we kissed harder and moved slower with teasing anticipation.
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Cutta then picked me up from the position that I was in and carried me into the living room where there was still a chair, a rug on the floor and the stereo blaring out Coltrane from the speakers. He laid me down and told me to relax as Russell turned off the central air and turned on the heat. Russell then lay beside me and began to kiss me passionately while Cutta massaged my legs and licked my toes. I laughed as I felt Russell's locks spread onto my body again, this time with them moving to different areas of my chest. Cutta left my feet and moved to the chair. He wanted a show…and we were willing to give him one.
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Russell began to sweat and the smell of patchouli and honey penetrated the air as he licked my lips, tasting me and yearning for more. He moved lower toward my navel, kissing and blowing as Cutta vocally directed him and his hands to the hottest parts of my body. I flinched as Russell blew into my spot and I grew cold and warm at the same time. The heat in the room began to rise as he grabbed my hips and took a sip from my river and swam in me repeatedly. My body moved in convulsions as he vibrated his tongue and went in deeper. I heard and felt his moans as the sweat from my belly dripped from the sides. I turned my head toward Cutta - the culprit who started this sexcapade in the first place - as he began to rub his swollen self while watching hungrily as Russell prepared to mound me. I took a nice long…long…long look at what was just introduced to me before. My mouth watered at the sight. I turned to Russell and saw that he wasn't a fun size Snickers, either. I was entranced, and I was ready to let loose even more after the beautiful scenery I had just glanced at. I turned over onto my stomach as Russell insisted with Cutta and gasped with pleasurable screams as he began to rock me into a new song. I was thrown off because I had never had something with that great size before…and I wanted to do some big girl things with him. And as Russell rocked me, I looked over to Cutta and called him over. He crawled over like the lion that he was and motioned Russell to lift me from where I was. Once that was done, Cutta slid in my spot on his back and motioned me to ride him again. I climbed on top and began to move, but then Russell mounted himself onto my ass. I then knew where this was headed, and I did not stop or hesitate. This was a fantasy that I wanted to keep going and going. All three of us were moving, licking, kissing, scratching, moaning, and fucking…well…pretty damn well. The heat, sweat, and the perfumed honey smell lingered in the room as our mouths found new spots to taste and lick over again. I never felt so alive, so damn vibrant and real between these two. As we rolled and moved on the floor, our moans met with louder approval as we began to climax…together. We each tenderly exploded and embraced as our bodies finally found a rest point and we slumbered on the floor into a peaceful sleep.
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Needless to say, I never bought a plane ticket…I rode with Cutta and Russell back to ....Memphis.... and…well, let's just say they were worth the trip.

Superhero - by guest-blogger Bonita Applebum

2009-05-24T21:10:00.000-07:00

Working as a news reporter, you may run into a few strange people. With me, I ran into one brother that didn’t know the word “no.” I took the moment to date him, see where his head was, you know?

But I wasn’t feeling him, plus I figured after the second date that the only reason he was dating me was for the spotlight. Getting rid of him was harder than I thought. He began following me all over town, calling my cell phone constantly, harassing my friends about my whereabouts… then, one night, I was threatened by him and couldn’t take it anymore.

I dialed my cop friend, Neil, and explained to him everything that happened.“Has he been to the apartment today?”I sighed and said “It’s been a moment, but I’ve seen him around town. Hell, I can’t seem to get him off my back, and now… he’s sent email after email about coming after me.

I’m not feeling safe any more, man! What if he’s waiting for me outside my apartment right now? There’s no telling what he’s capable of! I don’t…” I was ready to break down and cry out of frustration.

“Keeley, don’t worry about all that. Tell you what…” Neil paused and then said, “I’ll spend the night tonight at your house, just to make sure things are secure there. We’ll write out a report for a restraining order on him and we’ll take it from there.”

Now, I was feeling sort of skeptical about that because Neil’s been a friend of mine since college. He was the friend I could sleep in the same bed with and nothing would happen. But in the past few years, he had grown into a fine ass man. After he graduated from the police academy five years ago, his body suddenly became ripped. And don’t think because he was my friend that I wasn’t looking.

And don’t think I wasn’t the only one looking. Hell, he went from eating pizza and a having a few beers with me on Saturday nights to dating various skuzzballs who weren’t even worth his time. I watched his relationships go up in smoke and I was always there for him to cry on my shoulder.

I tried to keep my feelings in tact for a while, but I had lustful thoughts and meaningful feelings for this man. His walk, his smell, and the way he would eat…I found that so damn sexy.“Neil, I have no problem with that, but, to be honest with you, you know where my head’s been with you, right?”I heard Neil grumble through the phone line. We’ve had this conversation before, and he didn’t want to hear all that, especially now.

“We’re closer than that bullshit. Trust me. All I want to do is protect you. And that’s what I’m gonna do. Protect and serve, remember?”Protect and serve. Keep those words coming, I thought, and you will be protecting and serving. Trust and believe me!

Around nine, I began to get ready for bed, still waiting for Neil to show up. I turned on the evening news and watched it for a while, but with the headlines about stalkers and rapists playing over and over again, I couldn’t handle it and I turned it off. I started playing my old records…a little Stevie, some Donny, old school Wes Montgomery.

I poured myself a glass of merlot and sat by the window waiting. I started thinking that maybe I shouldn’t have involved Neil into this foolishness. I should be woman enough to handle all of this by myself, I thought to myself. Just then there was a knock at the door.

About time, Neil, I thought to myself. But when I got to the door, there was a loud bang, like something had been thrown at the door, like a brick!. I looked out the peephole and saw Neil pinning my stalker to the wall. I backed from the door, and then peeked again. There was that damn stalker with flowers and a knife in his hands, looking as crazed as he did the day I told him I couldn’t see him again. Neil handcuffed him and called for backup from his cell phone while telling me to stay right where I was. “Keeley! Are you okay in there?”I backed away from the door and said, “I’m cool. I’ve been waiting for you…I thought you said you were coming earlier?”“I’ve been here since you called, waiting on this joker to show up. I’ve been here since six.”

Say what?“I figured he’d be out here waiting for you to leave you apartment, so I stood on standby, just watching your back from a distance. I told you I’d protect you.” He took my stalker off the wall and looked directly into his eyes. “Do you think I’d sit back and let someone close to me get hurt and harassed by the likes of you?”My stalker responded, “I have connections, man. I can do what I please-““Not as long as I’m around, man. See, I’m connected, too,” Neil stated, showing the criminal his badge. “All I see,” the stalker said, “is some copper trying to play Captain Save-A-Hoe."

Neil pinned him back up against the wall. I peeked out the peephole and heard Neil about to lose his temper. “You wanna watch your mouth, man? I’m trying to be a good cop right now! I can either be a good cop or that crazy ass goon on the street…which is it gonna be, huh?” I couldn’t help it, but looking at Neil accost that man…I was in awe.

I had never seen Neil in action before, and to see this man protect me in such a bold way, I admit, I was turned on. I had seen him in his uniform before, but tonight as I watched him, his arm muscles seemed larger than before and his body looked fit than it ever had looked before. I’m going to hell for this, I kept thinking. This is my friend, my man…not my man, but…damn, I can’t think…”

I found myself looking at him with that lustful eye and, of all inappropriate times, I wanted to be frisked down and read my rights. And believe me, remaining silent was not going to be a right I wanted to use. Backup came and took the stalker away and the officers told me that they would keep him in the cell for the night and I needed to come to the station in the morning to fill out paperwork. Neil explained to them that he would have me there the next day.

I guess I was taken aback because, after all, he was taking over as if he was the man of the house. That was just too damn arousing for me! After they left, I was still a bit shaken, so Neil went to his car, grabbed his overnight bag and told me that he would still spend the night.“Neil, you know after what just happened, I think it might be best."

“You don’t need to be left alone tonight, Kee. Why won’t you just let somebody do something for you for a change?”“No, what I mean is…well…Do you want to stay? I mean, I’m not trying to impose…”Neil grunted and gave me the evil eye. “Silly ass girl, isn’t that what I just said? Gone and finish getting ready for bed. I’ve got you. I told you, protect and serve, kid.”You know, you’re gonna say that line just one more time and I’m gonna…..hoooooooo! Man, you don’t know!! I thought.

I grabbed my glass of wine and headed straight for the bathroom, hoping to wash the immoral thought out of my head.I turned on the shower and let the steamy, hot water run for a while as I stared at myself in the mirror. That man has no idea that if he gets any closer to me, he will be attacked. All that training he learned in the academy won’t help him tonight if he keeps it up. There I was, lusting after this man after he arrests someone. Damn. Horny as hell watching a cop protect my ass. Ain’t this a bitch?

I shook it off, disrobed and jumped into my sweltering shower so I could get the foolishness off of my mind. I stood in the shower and let the water empower me for a moment. Never had I had been so turned on…I was yearning for someone that was unavailable to me. But damn…I was thinking about that one night that Neil had broken up with that one knucklehead, when he came over and we were in bed, just holding each other…I remember the sweet smell of Egyptian musk that lingered from his neck and over to my nostrils…his hard, rippled body close to me and covering me better than any down comforter I’ve ever had…the whispers in my ear that would make me tingle right in between my thighs. I always had such a hard time sharing my bed with him, thinking I’d tackle him in my sleep. Lord knows I thought about it. There were those moments where he would be snoozing and I’d still be in his arms…and I would feel him…hard as the Rock of Gibraltar.

Neil didn’t pitch a tent…he had a teepee for a family of 20. And I swear, I wanted to be in that damn teepee, invited or not!As the water soaked my body, I became wet in a spot that water had not exactly reached yet. I touched myself and found myself hotter than the water, the heat or any damn thing could make me at that moment. I backed up against the wall and closed my eyes and saw Neil in my imagination…I needed him to be my Superman to my Lois Lane and come save me again from these lustful thoughts. I wanted him to save me from drowning in the sea of seduction as I kept touching and playing with myself tenderly.

I took my other hand and touched my breasts, only to realize that my nipples were as ripe as a Georgia peach. My body became tender by the touch as I took the soap and enveloped my body into the suds and the heat… I’ve got get him off my mind, man. This is too much for me right now, I kept thinking. Ain’t nothing going on here but a friend helping another-“Can I join you?”“Neil, what are you doing?”“I asked if I could join you. You haven’t answered me.”I was thrown off. The hell…is this man actually standing here, nude and gorgeous as all out, asking to take a shower with the kid? Come again?“Are you gonna let me in or do I need to force my way in?” By this time, I realized that Neil - my boy, my homie – was not trying to be my homie.

He was going from boy to man right before my eyes…and I loved it. I had been waiting for this moment for a long time. All I could think was about damn time!“Come in, “ I finally said after staring long enough and pinching myself mentally just to see if what was happening was truly real. This mocha brother was coming into my shower! As he climbed in, his six foot tall nude frame became moist from the steam before the water could claim their stake. I have to admit, he was stunning. I couldn’t take my eyes off of his sweltering arms, those damn abs, the hips…I almost turned red when I looked further down. I took my sponge and began to soak him down a bit, wanting to see him drenched.

He took the soap bottle and began to pour it onto his chest…I quivered as I watched his glistening body become saturated with water and suds, wishing I could be the drip on his chin. He then took the soap and told me to turn around. I felt the soap fall from the behind my neck on to the crack of my ass. I caught myself in pleasurable shock as he took the sponge and began to softly scrub the soap onto my anatomy. My body relaxed as I felt his hands on my protruding hips as he shaped me, molding my body into form…I felt like he was holding my destiny in his hands. He whispered softly “I’ve wanted this for a long time, Kee. Just let me have this moment with you…please.”I whispered back “You’ve never had to ask.”

Neil kissed me on the back of my neck as his hands went to the small of my back and traveled their way to my breasts. He took the sponge again and washed them with so much care. He turned around and kissed them and made them his. His tongue kissed the water away as his mouth made them wet once again. I moaned in delight as I watched him caress them in his hands and in his mouth. He walked me closer to the shower head and let the water pour from the top of my head to the tip of my toes. He watched me as I let the water drench me as I closed my eyes and lost myself in my mind..'s eye again. That was when I knew he wanted to join my dream when he lifted my head and kissed me with so much zeal.

Neil’s tongue parted my lips and introduced itself to my tongue, and it was happy to meet his acquaintance. I felt him tenderly bite my bottom lip as the water danced between our thighs and the steam hung over like overcast. I wanted to lose myself with him inside me, cradling my body into a deep sleep until he was satisfied. He grabbed me and held me for a moment in such an embrace that I thought I would break. He let go and washed the rest of the soap off of our bodies, then told me softly, “I need you. I know this seemed a bit unorthodox, but I can’t hold back anymore. I want what I want…and it’s you…tonight.” He turned off the shower, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me.

Neil was still wet, but at that moment, his concern was for me. Once we stepped out of the shower, he picked me up and cradled me in his arms and carried me into my room. “Let me take care of you for a change. You’re always doing for me and everyone else. I want to take care of you this time.” ..'Why do you keep saying that?” I asked as he placed me on top of my bed. “Do you know that every time someone came into my life, you tried to play it cool and pretend that you were okay about it, even when I knew you weren’t?” Neil smiled and took the towel off of me. “I know you. I see you, Kee. I see things a bit clearer now.” He took the towel and started drying me off, only to wet me with kisses on different parts of my body.

Goosebumps were forming on my back as his lips mouthed the words, “I’m in love with you” over and over again as his tongue flicked on my skin. “Close your eyes, “he whispered in his deep, velvet voice. I did as I was told and waited patiently for the inevitable, realizing that for once I was getting my way.After one quiet moment, I heard the bass line of Cassandra Wilson’s You Move Me singing sweetly through the speakers. Before I could utter a word, I felt Neil’s warm hands resting on my stomach and then his finger moving in rhythm of the song. “Do you trust me, Keeley?”“Yea…why?”I felt a finger on my lips as he silenced me in his own seductive way. I began to moisten again as I felt his lips trace from my navel to the turn of my neck.

I smelled the honey dust that he sprinkled on me and knew that this was going to be more than tranquil. I smelled again and could sense the nag champa and sandalwood in the air…but there was another scent that I recognized, but couldn’t think of the name worth a damn. I was too busy holding in the moans that were about to turn into screams because whatever it was that this man was trying to do to me with his mouth, he was succeeding. It then finally hit me what the scent was…“Lick me all over…” I whispered.“It will be my pleasure”, Neil whispered into my ear as he licked the lobe. “No, I mean, that’s the name-““Didn’t I tell you to let me handle this? Shhh…”

His tongue traced down past my neck and back to my breasts, those breasts that he had conquered before. He stole kisses from my thighs and my hips and licked them like a butter pecan ice cream cone. My body trembled as his tongue became wetter and yearned to reach for that spot that I was opening just for him…he whispered how he had prayed for this moment…and that was when he went to the temple and prayed in tongues. I became sanctified by his every touch as he prayed harder and met physically with my moans.

I wanted to open my eyes and look down at my guardian angel and thank him for making this moment just right, but I realized it was no longer about me…it was about us, this moment, this second. I began to lose control of my body and my mind as your mouth penetrated harder and I let out a sigh, a soft scream. I opened my eyes and noticed that Neil had lit all twelve of the candles in my bedroom. Once he saw that my eyes were opened, physically and spiritually, he moved to get on top of me and kissed me with more fire than I had ever felt. He moaned as he felt my humid body and he wanted to see if I could turn the heat up even more. He lifted my legs and kissed each foot as he prepared to please me.

Anticipating the moment, I bit my lip as he gently slid inside me, making my heart palpitate harder than it had ever done before. I found his rhythm and rocked with him as my legs wrapped around his neck while he kissed and licked them down. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as his member seem to swell larger inside of me; he was a perfect fit. Our moans were met as harmony while he rocked me gently, hips throbbing, and fingertips scratching the middle of his back. I began to bite his neck and rub his ass in greed, wanting him to give me his full self. Traces of the honey dust were sprinkled on my fingertips and he took each and every one and licked them down. I was in complete heaven.

The gentleness became more intense as I began to demand more. “Shhh…” he whispered. “We have all night…”He turned me around and placed me on my stomach as he kissed me from the nape of my neck to small of my back. He moaned my name several times as he gently moved his hips and made me feel him even deeper than before. I bit the pillow to hush my cries of pleasure, but he told me, “Don’t hold back. I want to hear you. Let me hear you. Please…say my name…is this good for you?”“God, yes, this is good. You are good.” Right then, he went in deeper than he had been before, and I let out a loud whimper. My head began to spin as our bodies generated sweat and heat from the passionate lovemaking that was being made.

I gazed out the window and saw that a storm had begun. The rain fell softly on the window sill as his sweat dripped onto my spine. I called for him over and over again as he called for me as well. I felt myself ready to explode and I reached for him to move closer to me. I closed my legs to feel the friction once we reached our nirvana, and he exhaled in agreement as I screamed out with enthusiasm. This man, this hero of mine, gave me an orgasm that shook mountains and valleys. He became God and created me again.

Since that evening, Neil and I have never been closer…before that day, I knew something and someone was watching out for me. I never thought that I would have someone more wonderful coming to my rescue.

The Birthday Gift - by guest-blogger Bonita Applebum

2009-05-24T21:04:00.000-07:00

It was my birthday, 2003, and I felt like celebrating and letting my inhibitions go.
When I woke up that morning, my birthday wish was to let go, don’t hold back and have some fun for a change.
The last year was horrific and I needed a change of pace instead of the same old same old.
So my overall wish? Do as I damn well please.
There was this older cat slash foreign car dealer – Adrian - around 45 years old, which had been asking me out on the sly, even though he had a woman who was constantly working out of town. Usually, I want someone for myself, not someone else’s leftovers or left-behind.
But it was a special occasion and I didn’t want to celebrate it alone.
Plus, the brother was fine as hell. He was a tall, slender blue-black brother with beautiful, wavy hair who was constantly in my grill every time my girlfriends and I were hanging out at Sherri’s Jazz Supper Club.
He would win them over by buying enough Long Island ice teas, then move straight over to me to see where I was gonna sleep for the night while complimenting me about my hair or my clothes or even the way I would take a sip of wine.
Adrian was worrisome sometimes, but I loved talking to this man, just to see his lips move. I would sit there, trying to listen to every word he said, no matter how boring it may had been at that moment, yet I’d be thinking of things he could be doing with his mouth other than talking. One night, my girls and I smoked a few spliffs before we went out, and I swear, in my haziest moment I almost let him take it.
We had been sitting at the club listening to somebody’s version of some strange Phyllis Hyman song when he talked my ear off so much that I was willing to strip naked on the stage just to shut him up. For some reason that night, I dragged him into one of the bathroom stalls and pinned him up against the wall, tongue kissed him down and left a bite mark on the back of his neck.
He found out that evening while I was grinding on his ass that when a sis goes out, she’s not wearing any panties. And I found out that he was carrying a prize winner.
I wanted to take pictures of that swollen fella and share with a few friends! Once I found out about it, I wanted to see what I could be working with. He talked so much sometimes that I just knew that there was a shortcoming…he proved me so wrong. And in my hottest moment, I wanted to wrap my legs, my mouth, wrap a bow around it and make it mine! Anything!
Adrian was happily aroused and thrown off. I turned him around and unbuckled his pants in full force while he tried with his weak ass whispers to stop me. Whatever. I was famished, ready to tear him apart. And from there I received my nourishment. Adrian looked down and saw me working him like a pro and for the first time, he was speechless.
He put his hand over his mouth and tried to stifle his moans, but my lips and my throat wouldn’t let him. I took him in like a trooper…you would have thought I was a pro. He was so damned scared that he was gonna get caught, but I wasn’t.
Hell, I didn’t care!
Being in a public place like that knowing that we might get caught was a huge turn on for me. See, one thing to know about me is that I can be one adventurous bitch when I want to be. And I admit, I’m a freak, but I’m a selective freak. Everything ain’t for everybody.
But that night when Adrian found himself on the receiving end of the deal, please believe, he wanted whatever my mouth could give him. And my mouth was willing to take what he was giving as well.
Of course, that five-minute blow job was a gift…for me. I was busy getting mine while watching him wanting to say no and yes at the same time…yet, to be honest with you, I don’t know what came over me that night. We never spoke of it again because for one, it was a silly moment and two, it really didn’t mean anything.
At least, I thought it didn’t.I finally gave up the ghost and called Adrian one night to have a drink with me at Sherri’s for my birthday. My girls were out with their men and I didn’t want to mess up their groove. I needed to find a groove of my own, but I had been so preoccupied with my job that I hadn’t had much of a social life outside of my girls. Plus, he was alone…again. His girl was out of town like she usually was almost every weekend. So this was just supposed to be a drink between acquaintances.
No biggie.
Adrian picked me up around 8, and, dare I say, brother was dapper. Nice black three piece pinstriped suit with a pair of Kenneth Cole shoes and the perfect hat with a brim so straight it would cut you at the touch. You know, I never looked at him as your dapper don, but he had a swagger about himself that made me a little moist.
For the evening, he went to the dealership and got an emerald green Porsche Boxster, straight off of the showroom floor. Okay, I admit, I was impressed. His Burberry cologne caught my nose and I was tripping off his scent. I don’t know if it was him or the cologne, but I remember thinking that I wanted another pin down moment, just to see what those lips and hips could do to a woman.
When we got to the bar, the band was already playing and there were only three people just sitting around digging the vibes. When we got to our seats, there were a dozen roses sitting at the table with a card signed for me.
The waiter brought over a bottle of Moet and Chardon and a small strawberry cake with one solitaire candle in the middle. Okay, this cat is really trying to win me over…and it’s beginning to work, I thought to myself. The more he did, the better he seemed to look to me. Maybe I’m not giving this man a chance.
But he does belong to someone else…lucky bitch!
Why would any woman leave this man behind?Adrian sliced a piece of the cake and fed it to me as the band played on. He was enjoying watching me take bite after bite while he laughed at my somewhat clumsy way of taking some of the bigger pieces in. And while we were sitting there talking, I found out that he knew more about me than I imagined.
He was so damned attentive to my needs and such a gentleman all night. I can tell you, I became his fish…and he was reeling me in, man. It was wild! He was just some taken man before…but tonight, he was mine on loan.
The band stopped playing after a few songs and started singing “Happy Birthday” to me on Adrian’s request. I was so surprised! I think I was smiling from my ear to his ear. After they finished singing, they asked if I would come on stage and sing! I was shocked because I didn’t know that Adrian knew that I could sing.
But, in front of him and a few bartenders, I belted one out, just for him. I chose a soulful Billie Holiday song…I Cover the Waterfront. He sat there smiling, yet he had a new sparkle in his eye. And the more I sung, the more it seemed to move him. I think it was that moment that I began to notice what a beautiful smile he had. And after I left the stage, he came up to me and landed a kiss on me that set parts of me on fire.
I couldn’t pull back…and I don’t mean because there were people watching. I mean…I couldn’t pull back. I didn’t want to. If this was going to be the one night that I could have this man to myself without any interference, then I was willing to take the risk…
We took the roses, the rest of the cake and the champagne into the car and he asked to go back to his place. I told him that I would rather go straight home, but he insisted on hanging out just a little longer.
I was having a pretty good time…and that damned kiss had me thrown off guard. I wanted to know what else he was hiding and what he could do next to top the night off. Adrian’s phone rang, and lo and behold, it’s his brother, the other car dealer.
He told him that he needed to put the Porsche back on the floor tonight because someone was coming in to buy it in the morning. Reluctantly, he turned the car around and headed straight for the dealership.
So I was thinking, Cinderella’s horse and carriage has turned into a pumpkin and any moment this prince will turn into a frog again. I should have known that this night couldn’t last long. I played it cool and told myself that it was okay, even though I felt like playing a spoiled rotten brat.
I told him that he could drop me off at home, but he insisted on taking me with him to put the car back on the floor. I just wanted to go home and spend the rest of my birthday possibly masturbating about what I would do to him and leave those thoughts between my sheets.When we pulled in, Adrian opened up the garage door to the business so that he could park the car on the showroom.
The security guard saw us and waved as we drove past his desk and on to the floor. I thought it was sort of fun, and, in my own adolescent way, I was having a nice moment. And it keyed me up a bit to see him be a bit vain and somewhat of a braggart.
Okay, I do like the vain type. I can’t help it.
I have to have a man around that’s almost as full of himself as I am. That’s the only way a relationship with me works, man.Adrian parked the car and said that he wanted to sit there and talk for a moment about us while sharing the bottle of Moet.
He opened the convertible top of the Porsche Boxster and put a CD in the stereo. He opened the glove compartment and pulled out two champagne flutes.
Coincidence? I think not.
Just when I was about to ask him about this craziness, Adrian opened the bottle and some of the champagne spilled in the car…as well as on me! You know, I wanted to scream right then. There I was, wearing one of my favorite low cut dresses – it was a strapless number with a split in the back - just got bold enough to wear this out, damnit! And just when I was about to yell bloody murder and let him know that he needed to pay for this shit…
Brother man reached over and told me he was gonna get the wine off of me. He reached over and began to kiss the champagne stains off of my chest. He went for my bare shoulders and placed his mouth gently onto it. He began to lick my collarbone as I tried to figure out…the hell? His tongue went from there to my cleavage as he asked softly if he could give me my gift now or if I wanted to wait a little longer.
Of course, you know where this is leading, right? So I told him I could wait a little longer. Hell, I feel like I’m being challenged here. Let me enjoy this for a moment.He reached the cleavage and he let his tongue play around while his hands unzipped the back of my dress.
I kept thinking that this damn car is too small to kiss wild, much more try to get in a good fuck, but he was about to be great salesman that he claimed he was and convince me of something completely different.
Adrian stepped out the car and took off his jacket and threw it on the showroom floor. I reached over the seats and sat up on my knees to unbutton his shirt. For a skinny brother, he was absolutely gorgeous underneath all those clothes. He noticed that, once again, I didn’t have on any panties and the bra that I had on was hardly on. I unbuttoned his pants before he could explode out of them.
He was delectable as the night that I attacked him in that stall. I tried to take my time, but I have to tell you, taking things slow was not the speed I was on tonight. I just wanted to take it. And he was there for the taking. Once the pants were taken off, my mouth began to water and I wanted to have another taste of Adrian…but he stopped me and told me no.
He told me to sit on top of the car. I climbed to the top and grabbed hold of the seats. He walked over and forcefully spread my legs and reminded m of the night that I moved him. Now it was his turn. His head was bowed and he playfully blew into my spot and I started to moan….it’s been a moment since someone had done that, you know?
And slowly, this tongue of his teasingly tasted every bit of sweet juice that dripped. My body bent back to the trunk of the car while he observed how it jumped and how it was stimulated just by the touch of his mouth. I sucked my fingers hard as if they were him as he moved in closer to take a bigger bite of me.
I climaxed immediately just at the thought, and he loved every swallow. He climbed in the car and grabbed me by the hips in that same position and worked me over. He easily slipped into my sweet sticky thing and went to work, asking me if it was good to me, and I screamed out with such fervor that the lights in the showroom shook. I begged him to go deeper as he moved my hips and slapped my ass over and over again, asking if I wanted more.
Never had I let any man get this close to me or even have this much control. I stooped for a second and had him to sit in the driver’s seat. He opened the door and we switched places…once he sat down, I straddled him and rode a Porsche like never before.
Our tongues flickered in and out of each other’s mouths as he began to slap my ass harder and made me bounce harder. He may had been in the driver’s seat, but it was my turn to drive the stick. I moved in slow hula hoop gyrations that made him cry out for more.
It was my turn to ask the questions now. His mouth quivered between the moans as I grabbed his head and made him take a taste of my succulent breasts.
My nipples were swollen and sore from waiting for him to take a taste. I took the Moet and poured it on myself, and he took a sip while licking every sweet bit of sweat that accumulated from our closeness.
Once I began to climax again, I grabbed him and told him to go slow…he refused because he was about to climax as well. He wanted me to come…and he wanted me to come with him. My body wanted to give as he stroked my deeper and longer, and I could no longer hold it in…we both shrieked in ecstasy together as each and every dropped dripped and stuck inside me. I was through.
This man had me right at that moment. I was no good.Needless to say, the car was never sold the next day…Adrian and I have been driving it now for the past five years.
And every time we feel the need to unwind…we just take another drive.

The Shower, Part III

2009-05-24T19:57:00.000-07:00

That last stroke left me gasping, but Shelley kept right on going until warm saliva dripped down my dick and balls and onto her face and hands.
Then she suddenly stopped.
"Don't worry," Shelley said. "I've got a lot more for you."
And just like that, she stood up and stepped out of the shower. Grabbing a towel on her way out, she disappeared into another part of the house.
I took a few minutes to finish my own shower and started to follow the trail of wet footprints that led out of the bathroom, across the bedroom and out the door.
"You're getting warmer, baby," Shelley said as I turned the corner.
But, I still didn't see her.
I looked down and noticed that the footprints went upstairs.
As turned on as I already was, all this anticipation was making my dick just that much harder as I pursued her.
I walked into the game room at the top of the stairs and found Shelley lying spread-eagle on a large blue tarp.
She was glistening in baby oil while another woman -- almost as intoxicatingly erotic as she was -- nibbled at her clit.
This other woman moaned loudly as she ate hungrily at Shelley’s pussy.
It was almost as if they were the only two people in the world.
That is, until she looked up at me stroking myself.

The Shower, Part II

2009-05-23T18:50:00.000-07:00

"Hey, you," Shelley said as I slid completely behind her and pressed my hardness against her ample backside.
"Mmm, that feels good," she said. "Let me give you a little preview of what I'm going to do to you later."
With the hot water running down over us and the steam rising, Shelley knelt down in front of me and flicked her warm tongue up, down and around my abs and then further downward in a slow, agonizingly pleasurable way.
"How's that feel, baby?" she purred.
"Why would ask me a question you already know the answer to?" I managed to answer her question with one of my own between moans.
This was just one of the things Shelley attacked with a passion when it came to sex.
Our first time together about a month earlier had been a blur of wetness, scratches and rugburn that left me aching for more.
But what was coming tonight in the shower, on the bed, on the floor, on the stairs, in my easy chair or wherever her wicked mind would take us, promised to make my addiction to her even more intense.
When she took me in her mouth she did it all the way...to the point that she she grabbed my buttocks and pulled forward to get in all in.
She hesitated for a moment and then released it slowly.
"Oh, I've got something for you tonight, baby," Shelley said.

The Shower, Part I

2009-05-23T16:45:00.000-07:00

When I walked into my bathroom and realized the shower was on, I was surprised and, as much as I hate to admit it, a little startled.
But, when I looked down and saw the trail of clothes across the room, my nervousness changed to excitement.
Shelley had used her key again and I realized that giving it to her a few months ago was one of the best decisions I ever made.
Tall, tanned and thick, Shelley was an insatiable sex addict with the body of porn star and the delightfully twisted mind of a dominatrix.
And since it had been a long day, I decided that the best thing I could do for myself was to let her have her way -- or at least let her think she was anyway.
I threw off my clothes along the same path which she had dropped hers. My pants fell beside her sundress, my boxers beside her red thong and, after opening the door and stepping into the shower myself, my body beside and then against hers.
She smiled as I stepped behind her and wrapped my arms around her thin waist -- no words needed to be spoken.
At least not yet...