I know you horny fuckers have been clucking, just a pre-warning that I was pretty waved at this point so some details are hazy but lets get to it…
So, I slip out of my body suit, avoiding eye contact. I’m not embarrassed; I know I look good. I am a little nervous though. I have previously avoided this nervousness by being super aggressive and taking control with previous lovers. I don’t want to do this with him, I want to submit. I make my way to him. He catches my lion tattoo and expresses how much he loves it, firmly grasping my thigh where it sits, giving it a little bite. Sexy fucker. He reveals his like for my ass - and this is the smaller cheek. I climb onto the bed on all fours, making sure he has a lovely view of my behind as I do so. I turn over and watch as he undresses. Off goes his top.
My oh my, I am pleasantly surprised.
The warm yellow glow from the light in the room is highlighting his defined abs. He’s slim, but toned and damn-right delectable. This man is godly. I would have never of guessed he was hiding this delight under his clothes. What a treat. I don’t think I’ve ever seen chocolate skin look as good as his. So rich, so smooth, so indulgent. He turns to the side and slides his shorts off. I’m too engulfed in his physique to even take a proper pree at his dick. Fuck.
His booty though… wow. I wanna eat it.
He makes his way to the bed and I turn to lay on my front, head resting on my hands as he begins to rub me down. Feet first. If you read my ‘Finding Yourself Fuckable’ blog, you would know that my feet have previously been an insecurity. I told him about this earlier on in the night. He’s rubbing them attentively, analysing the toes I said I wasn’t fond of; and they aren’t painted, ffs. I have an urge to pull away but I sit with it. He reassures me that they really aren’t bad, he’s seen much worse.
Phew, chill and enjoy it, Shan.
He slowly works his way up to my calves, the pressure is firm, just how I like it. He’s been admiring them since we got back to his place so I know he’s enjoying this. No spot goes untouched. I can feel myself getting wet whilst he works his way up to my thighs. I’m vocal at this point, nothing wild just a soft, pleasurable moan. Mmmm. I know I’m in for a great time, this is already a great time. I can feel his hands caressing the underneath of my booty, I hold a lot of tension here and he is doing a divine job of releasing it. I can feel him spread my cheeks as the air whispers through my crevice. The whole time this is happening, he is vocal about how much he's enjoying it too.
I fucking love a vocal man.
He turns me over and starts to rub on the front of me. I watch him as he cherishes every section he is touching. He doesn’t stay in the PG areas for long but I really do not mind. Coconut oil is seeping into my titty pores. His grip is sturdy. He lowers down and places my breast in his mouth, salivating all over my nipple. It sends tingles through my entire being. He simultaneously nibbles and sucks on it, something else I am extremely fond of. I watch as he pulls my nipple with his teeth at the perfect pressure. Is he trying to make me fall in love? He pulls himself up and takes a pause to look at my pussy. ‘Pretty isn’t she?’ I ask. He agrees and tells me how he’s loving the multiple shades down there, he then asks to eat me.
Of course you fucking can hun, get stuck in.
His arms wrap under my thighs as his hands grip the top of them, slightly changing the colour of my skin from the tension of the hold. He’s locked-in and does not waste any time. Finding a man who loves eating pussy and who is actually good at it, is more difficult than you know. Some guys just go wild and don’t actually take their time to analyse what spots you like. He already knows the spots and he’s hitting every single one of them, delightfully. His lips feel so fucking good. The tongue to suction ratio is making me melt in his mouth. If you didn’t already guess, the moans are far from subtle now. My hand is on the back of his head as my hips gently grind, he’s moving in alignment with my motion. We’re in-sync and its getting me right in my feels. He continues to do his thing and its not long before I climax.
Your turn.
He lays on his front and I work from his feet up. Copy cat. I’m excited to get to his perky bum. He’s a runner, not the drug kind, I’m done with those days. But makes sense as to why his body is so fucking yummy. I tell him how much I like his ass and declare I’ve never wanted to eat a mans ass so much before in my life. I settle with giving his cheeks a sloppy kiss and a lil bite, then continue to make my way up to his back and shoulders. I love this part of a man, the strength, the responsibility of life, it all sits up here and he’s a good man. I massage him with heart because that what he deserves. I’m good with my hands and he knows it. My wet pussy is on resting on his ass as I’m doing so, I know he can feel the moisture. I try to take my time but I just want his dick in my mouth. Turn over please, sir.
We’re face to face now.
I’m perched on his piece as I massage his stomach, neck, and chest. He feels hard. I’m admiring him admire me in my nakedness. I sensually work my way down to his thighs, his tings are revealed in full view now, and I am not disappointed. He’s always joked about having a small dick in our previous encounters. I’m not one to judge, I’ve had some seriously orgasmic sex with small men in my life. It’s more about the energetic exchange than size for me, the right energy will have me leaking and begging for more. He’s providing these vibes. Plus, this man is a fucking liar. I am delighted by what I see. Beautiful shade, shape, and the perfect size. I wanna just gobble him up on a frantic ting. Relax, Shannon…but I’m just so happy. I take my time, smooching the head as I analyse in adoration. I’m a strong gal so I make sure my grip isn’t too aggressive. He mentioned he loved my nails earlier on in the night, I said I get complimented on my hands a lot and I assume its because men imagine them grabbed around their dick. He voices his agreement with the comment I previously made.
This man fucking listens.
One thing I love is a good-looking penis package - balls included. I will make love to that dick, not with my pussy but with my mouth. I like to take my time, sensual kisses, slowly masturbating at the same time, ensuring my saliva reaches his full circumference. We can’t forget about the balls. Sucking balls is so much fun, suffocating in them is even better. I can feel my spit hitting multiple points of my face as I’m still stroking him. My mouth latches on to his tip and I position my body so I can get most of him in my mouth. I adjust my position slightly, as does he, and there it is, right in the back of my throat. Sorry tonsils. My eyes begin to water, tears of fucking joy, mate.
He is so fucking scrumptious.
Throughout all of this we're talking to each other, having banter, and just enjoying each other, fully. These are the most sacred parts of intimacy for me. Someone you feel comfortable enough around to not take everything too seriously and just have fun with it. He’s expressing his love for my kisses on his dick, I ask him which ones and demonstrate a few. It’s the gentle kisses, the ones where I’m softly capturing his second brain with tenderness. He asks me to sit on his face. I grin and sit up. My thighs have trapped his head, my knees are pressed against the headboard as he eats me up. I’m conscious about sitting on guys faces because I don’t want to kill a man in the process. I'm not light. But I don’t care at this point and neither does he. I’ve gone from sitting up straight, to leaning back slightly, grinding on his beautiful face once again.
What is this man doing to me?!
I fall back completely, my body is doing weird shit inside. This tension, this energy, this fucking man. Shit, a bitch wasn’t ready. He moves from beneath me and mentions how he neglected my back and shoulders with the massage. He grabs the coconut oil again and here I am on my front. He’s sitting on my ass now, I can feel his hard manhood pressed against it, reaching around to my pussy; he isn’t inside of me yet. His weight on top of me is soothing. His hands are feeling even better than they did before. As he’s massaging my shoulders I am just melting, all over again. I’m gyrating underneath him because my pussy is calling for his penis to say hello. I know I’m meant to be celibate at this moment in time but I’ve pretty much broken most of the rules by now. He knows I want him. He asks if I want him inside of me, I say no…
Stupid bitch.
He continues to massage me, I continue to loose my absolute shit. He asks again. I shake my head in the ‘no’ motion and reply ‘yes’. I’m not even making sense, get inside of me now! As soon as he puts it in, I can feel my essence contract all around him, he moans, I moan. The neighbours are fucking moaning at this point. Fuck me, he feels so fucking good. His strokes are slow but deep, I continue to whine on the dick as he thrusts into me from behind. He’s grabbing my love handles and handling me like a man should. Gentle but firm and assertive. He picks up the pace, I am in awe. It’s like he can read my mind. I suppose that’s what being a considerable amount of years older provides. Experience. In addition to just being that guy, he has had many escapades and enjoys providing pleasure. Something he has been very honest and open about.
Clearly, I’m not complaining.
We transition to missionary and I am very much enjoying seeing his physique pounding into me. Watching him, watching himself fuck me, it’s sending me wild. My legs are on his shoulders as he continues to reach deeper and deeper. He’s kissing me in-between and I love this mans smooches, they’re electric. He is electric. I’m not one to just let a man fuck me, I fuck back. I’m following his lead but ensuring I’m pushing back with his thrusts, I want to feel ALL of him. Wish I could just suck him all up into to my vaginal canal at this point.
Bilquis vibes. If you know you know…
I am in other dimensions at this point; not another dimension.. DIMENSION’S. So I can’t correctly articulate what happened next, but I’m pretty sure we fell off the bed during all of this magic. We’re still fucking though, he’s underneath me now as I lean on the bed, he’s sexing me like an absolute champ. His moans are sparking my spirit. From memory this period is hazy but all I know is these sensations are causing some mad shift in me. We take some time to appreciate what the fuck just happened. He tells me he fucks with me, I fuck with you too, Papi.
Whats the fucking time? Fuck the time.
I go to the bathroom to wee, we don’t need no water infections over here. I sit on the toilet completely flabbergasted about what just happened. Smiling but seeing stars on the toilet, I wipe up my tings and make my way back to the bedroom. I’m laid on his chest, I can feel his heart beating fast, mine is too. Before I know it, I’m in the spooning position and he’s behind me, entering me again. He’s thrusting slowly. This is one of my favourite positions, I cock my leg up higher so he can reach further into me. The strokes are super slow, I can feel every inch of him. My pussy doesn’t know what’s happening. I grip onto his beautiful bum and upper thigh, pulling him in even closer as I whine my waist, he is in my depths. My pussy is making squirting noises as he’s here, my body fully releases and he feels me do so. He moans the most sensual ‘yeah’, It still plays in my head rent-free. As this happens, I soften and divulge even more. We vocalise a moan and cum at the same time.
I cry.
I have never fucking cried during sex. I’ve spoken about it happening in my blogs and I know why it happens but, shit. No man has pulled that out of me before. My nervous system feels strange as shit. I’m shaking. I let the tears come, there’s only a few but I have this urge to apologise to him. He comforts me and tells me It's cool. I feel like it was more of an apology to myself. Sorry for allowing low-value men inside of you boo, you’ve always deserved this kind of loving. It was a release and a relief. My predictions of this man being good for me were correct. I know I’m prone to self-sabotage sometimes, and I feel like the flakiness of the beginning of our bond was because I knew this man was going to shake up some divinity within me. I’m usually the healer and his loving was nothing short of healing. Something all of you know I’ve been praying for. Admittedly, he is not the package I envisioned.
But I think he may be exactly what I've wanted.
Until next time, Lovers
SIS xox