0 comments/ 19633 views/ 6 favorites I Wake By: Jade02 I wake. I feel you next to me, hear your breathing, smell your scent. My senses overwhelmed with you, awaking the desire in my breast, running down my belly, moistening my inner thighs with the thought of the wonderful things you do there. I reach out, hand on your chest, up your neck, caressing your face. You wake. Kissing my fingers, taking one into your mouth, sucking it gently. My heart starts to beat faster, my breath quicker, as you turn to kiss my cheek, my neck, up to my ear. Your tongue touching my ear, drawing circles on my neck. My fingers tracing lines on your back, down to the top of your tight ass and back up to the muscles of your shoulders. I can see your eyes in the dim light of dawn, swimming in the depths the same desire I feel. I watch your eyes look at my body. Tracing the path of your eyes with your fingers. Down my neck, to the place between my breast. Around each breast you softly draw rings, lowering your head to draw the parallel rings around my nipples with your tongue. Soft moans escape my lips; you take a nipple in your teeth, pulling on it, then sucking it. The desire you build inside me doing that makes my back arch to meet your warm lips. My fingers entwine in your hair, holding your face to my breast, wanting more, and needing more. You raise your head to look at me, my eyes clouded with the lust you have risen in me. I raise my head to meet the lips that are lowered to me, kissing them long and deeply, never wanting to be free from their embrace. Your hand now moves to my stomach, your soft lips following, leaving little kisses behind. You move between my legs, sitting on your's, facing me. Your hands slide up both of my legs, from my feet, up past my knees, my thighs, your thumbs brushing past each side of my clit, but never actually touching it, driving my passion even higher, knowing that when you did finally touch it I would not to able to stop myself from crying out from ecstasy. Up to cup my breast, bringing your head down, lips touching for another sweet kiss, licking and kissing your way back down. I jump when you tongue finally meets my moist pussy, rising to meet the pleasure that you give it. Up on side of my clit, up the other side, rising to meet each motion of your tongue, longing and waiting for the moment it comes into full contact with the one spot that wants it most. Your tongue goes around the opening, then in and out, filling me, tasting me. Up from there to the moment of truth, my shoulders come off the bed, my hands to back of your head, holding you to me, faster and faster you tongue my clit till I can stand it no longer! My orgasm coming fast and intense, softly you suck it till I lay back, pull you to me. My lips seek your, the flavor of my sex on them, I kiss you deeply, truly satisfied. We lay together, legs entwined. I glow with the pleasure you have given me. I feel your desire, hot and hard against my hip. I push you over onto your back; my lips brush your cheek, down to your neck as we turn as one. I rise to look into your eyes, softly hooded with the desire of release. I kiss one eyelid, then the other, the tip of your nose. My tongue grazes your top lip, around across the bottom, down your chin, to the shallow of your neck. Leaving soft kisses behind, I move to your nipples, flicking them with my tongue, nipping and teasing them, releasing soft moans from you. Down and down the kissing, to your belly button. Around it, my tongue again, low sounds of passion from your lips. Down one leg my lips travel, tasting the sweetness of your skin. Up the other leg, I run my tongue along the crevasse between your leg and your balls. Across to do the same on the other side. My nose filled with the scent of your manhood, making the spot between my legs warm again, my entrance wet. Between your legs, I start with my tongue upwards from under your balls, up between them, up it goes, along the line on the underside of your cock, all the way to the little slit on the head of it. Around the head, down the other side to the base of your shaft. The moans become louder, more insistent for release. I alternately lick and suck each ball, feeling your cock move with jealousy, aching for attention too. My tongue once again to the head, where I take it into my lips. Softly, slowly, sucking it in, sliding it back out. I feel you getting harder, feel the pulse of it on my lips. The energy from it seemingly moving down my throat to my belly, downwards, making the wetness there flow more. My work on your cock-head increasing, your hips rise, begging me to take more. I open my lips, going down till the hot and swollen head touches the back of my throat. My lips lock on the shaft sucking it, sliding it out, my tongue dancing circles on the head as it goes. Down my lips go around your shaft, up your hips to meet me. Harder and faster, the play increases. My thumb and forefinger clamped around the base of it, adding more friction. The pulsing of your dick echoing the pounding of your heart that I feel as my free hand roams your chest. The sound coming from your lips, the movement of your ass, bringing your cock to meet my face tells me you are beyond the edge. Giving into the oblivion of pleasure that awaits you, you arch your back one final time, letting go your sex, filling my mouth with it's salty flavor. I suck the tip till it is wet no more. Your moans now soft sighs of release. I kiss my way back up your belly, to your lips again. Our kisses now a mixture of the rewards of our mutual pleasure. I lay in your arms; I feel your breath on my ear. The warmth of that embrace, the feel of your chest against my back makes the heat between my thighs grow ever hotter. It aches for the feel of that throbbing cock inside. I turn, you meet my lips, the movement of your dick against my hip tells me you know what I have in mind.. I Wake Up I wake up. I feel the rough texture of the rope around my wrists. I pull my arms into me, but they just get squeezed tighter by the rope. I realize how cold I am. I open my eyes, but I still cannot see. I am blindfolded. I go to pull my legs together, but they too are tied...away from each other. The cold air on my body sends chills all over me. I feel the air on my stomach, on my nipples, on my arms and legs, even between my thighs. I suddenly get scared. Afraid of my body being so exposed. I hear your breath. I feel a slight movement on the bed next to me. You bring your hand to my breast. I feel you caress me. It feels so gentle. Then you pinch my nipple...hard. I gasp out it pain. You repeat for the other. The reality of you suddenly rushes over me. Sending me feelings of terror and excitement at the same time. You squeeze my breasts. Causing me to get a rush of endorphins as the pain surges through my body. You stop. I wonder why. I feel something touch my thigh. I'm curious as to what it is. Is it you? I fear that it is, as deep down I hope it is. I feel a pressure on my opening. It's cold. I know it is not you. I'm disappointed. The pressure intensifies. It feels so good. The tip is inside me. It feels too big. I feel my muscles stretching to accommodate the object. You push it in a little farther. My body strains to make room. You keep pushing the object into me until I feel it hit my cervix. You start fucking me with the tool. Banging my cervix with each thrust. I hear a click. I'm curious as to what it is. Do I really want to know? I hear a slight buzzing noise. I feel you place the buzzing object on my clit. Oh! That's exactly what I needed. You seem to know just the right spots to stimulate on my body. You speak. "Are you going to cum for me?" I can't say anything. I'm too warped into this surreal fantasy. You sound a little angry as you speak again. "ANSWER ME, LINDSEY. I said, are you going to cum for me?" The sound of your voice saying my name sends exhilaration throughout me. I manage to mumble. "Yes." You move the buzzing object so that I don't cum. You won't let me cum. You let me get so close that it feels like I am going to reach the point of pure satisfaction. Then you stop it. And I moan. I need you to finish me. My body is shaking in desire. Internally my body screams for you. But I am too scared to let the noise out. My body is so cold. But it is covered in a thin layer of sweat. I can smell the scent of my juices. I want you to fuck me. You move the buzzing object again, so that it hits my spot and my legs shake. I feel the surge of my orgasm as it engulfs every aspect of my being. My breathing intensifies. I let out slight moans, as I get high off the rattling you have caused throughout my body. You instruct me again. "Cum harder for me." I immediately do as you say. Hearing your voice in my ear ordering me to cum makes me cum over and over. I love the sound of your breath so close to me. You keep fucking me with the tool as you use the buzzer to stimulate my clit. My body jerks in hunger for more. You keep fucking me, making my body endure something it has never experienced before. I usually end my orgasm as it gets to be more than I can handle. You refuse to let me stop climaxing. You force me to abide to your timing. Your dominion over me makes my cumming that much stronger. My body aches as the orgasms rush through me repeatedly. My body is trembling in ecstasy. I feel you move. You turn the buzzer off. My quivering body releases the tension from all the extreme sensations. You pull the dildo out of my lusty orifice. As it slides out, my juices flow out freely. I feel the liquid as it trickles down my ass. I hear your voice. I wake up, again. I Walk Alone One thing I will never tire of in this life is booty catching. I am a butt pirate, and I hunt both male and female booty. As long as they look good, it's all good with me. I don't discriminate based on gender. Booty catching is fun. The best sport in the world. At least, that's my avocation. In my regular job, I am a cop. A patrolman working for the Boston Police Department. My name is Lloyd Morgan. I'm an openly bisexual black man enjoying the highlights and pitfalls of daily life in urban America. This is my story. Recently, I was just on patrol, when I noticed this pimp and his prostitute having an argument. I was driving around the mean streets of Dorchester. I hate that town. It's messy, lousy and noisy. Also, it's filled to the brim with angry black people. For some reason, the department has a habit of assigning black cops to the black neighborhoods. I don't know why. The black community hates black cops far more than anyone suspects. So, as you can imagine, I was none too happy about patrolling this part of the city. However, in Dorchester, you can always find some action. It's pretty much guaranteed. I was not disappointed that day. The pimp and the prostitute were having a regular little war of the words when I came along. Immediately, the prostitute turned on the whole helpless chick in distress act so many women are fond of using. I approached them both cautiously. The prostitute quickly played the part of the hapless young woman who's getting hassled by some thug in the mean streets of the big city. Any other man might have bought it. I didn't. I'm smarter than that. I know how vicious, petty, cruel, manipulative and vindictive women can be. Someone once called women the instruments of the devil. Whoever he was, I think he was right. I smiled as I approached the thug and the hooker. The hooker rushed into my arms and hugged me before babbling tons of staccato-style words about the evil thug who came after her. She pointed a very accusatory finger toward him. The so-called thug was a tall, good-looking black man. Hot damn, this stud looked hot. I pushed the hooker away from me. She stared at me, dumbfounded. I smiled. So many women are used to dealing with dumb men who believe every word a woman utters as gospel. I am proud to say that I am not such a man. The hooker repeated her tired line. She kept pointing at the so-called thug and accusing him of every wicked thing under the sun. I swear, she changed her story five times in less than five minutes. I kept my eye on her but asked the man a question. I wanted to know what was happening here. The brother was surprised. Lots of men are surprised on those rare times when the police want to hear their side of the story. I told the brother to relax. The bitch, on the other hand, looked incredibly tense and couldn't stop chatting. I told her to shut the fuck up. The brother smiled at me. I asked him for his name. His name was Benito and he was a fine-looking Haitian brother. A tall, light-skinned, green-eyed black man with the looks of a male model. I liked him already. He told me that he was a business associate of Cheryl, the chick in question. She owed him some dough and when he confronted her about it, she got all hostile and shit. I looked at Cheryl. Damn, this bitch was ugly. Five feet three inches tall, with big tits and a thick body. Normally, I like thick women but this one was ugly in the face. Also, she had a foul mouth and even fouler disposition. I didn't have much use for her. I don't have much use for most women actually. They're completely useless for the most part. Getting by not with intelligence but with a ham-it-up pseudo-mystery slash functional insanity behind which lies a cold mind with a talent for manipulation and deception. They see their word as law and anyone who disagrees with them deserves to be tarred and feathered. What a crock! Well, thankfully, I am a man who sees the truth and thinks not with his dick but with his mind. Men who think with their dicks are doomed. There is a certain British millionaire and world-famous musician who married a pretty blonde gold-digger. Now that she's decided to divorce him, he's paying the price. I don't know why most men still cannot see the truth behind the facades behind which women hide. A man who thinks with his dick might actually lose said dick in current times. Women have invented a diabolical device which they keep deep inside their pussies and any man who ventures in there, well, part of him simply won't come out. Except maybe in pieces. Yeah, there's even a movie about it, if you can believe that. The bottom line is that women hate men and they've always hated men. Mothers hate their sons simply for being male and value their female offspring infinitely more. That's the ugly truth about gender relations in America. With a predator's smile on my face, I approached Cheryl the bitch. As did Benito, the handsome black gentleman. Time to make sure this bitch gets what she deserves. I told her that she was under arrest for disorderly conduct as well as harassment and making a general nuisance of herself. Cheryl looked stunned. I told her to turn around and put her hands on her head. She refused, and started cussing up a storm like the common hood slut I knew her to be. Man, I love going up against those foul-mouthed black sluts from the hood. They are under the impression that owning a vagina grants them mastery over the whole world. Most men they know don't have the balls to tell them the truth. Oh, well. That's why Mother Nature created me. To kick the collective ass of the universe, first and foremost, and with a natural mandate to put arrogant bitches back in their place. Hurrah! Cheryl's eyes widened when it finally dawned on her that she was really in trouble. She had run into the wrong cop today. As she tried to flee, I caught her and wrestled her to the ground. She struggled against me. I smacked her around a few times. Yeah, I got a few good licks in. But she was a feisty one, all fangs and claws, as they say. So, I brought out my taser. Cheryl's eyes widened when she saw it. She screamed and begged for mercy. I pressed the taser against her chest, right between her tits, and zapped her good. Cheryl' s scream of pain and outrage was the sweetest music I've ever heard. Grinning, I let her have a few more shots from the taser. She lay on the ground, crumpled. I laughed. I looked at Benito. I thought he'd be laughing too but he wasn't. Instead, the moron actually came at me. He wanted to stop me from zapping the bitch like she deserved. I couldn't believe this shit! See what I mean about men being stupid? It's true, women are evil. They're wicked. They're vengeful. They're pure wickedness. They're dumb. They're cruel. They're manipulative. They're ruthless. They're bitchy. But men are stupid. And there you have it. The truth about men and women. You cannot find a single good woman on the planet. She doesn't exist. Women are genetically designed to lie, cheat, steal, deceive, manipulate, betray and ultimately destroy. Men are dumb brutes. Evolution gave them a slight edge in raw strength but women more than compensate in sheer wickedness. You cannot find a single smart man on the planet. No such thing. I don't care if he's got an IQ of 200 and more college degrees and intellectual accomplishments than you can shake a stick at. Men are dumb and women are evil. There is no third attribute or category. When Benito, the idiot with the misguided chivalry impulse came at me, I used my taser to zap him. Right in his you know what. He squealed in pain. I kicked him. Then, I handcuffed him. I also handcuffed Cheryl. I brought them to the back of the police cruiser. I drove them back to the police station for booking. A week later, they both went to jail for a long time after being convicted of assaulting a police officer with a deadly weapon. As for me, I went back to the streets. I'm on patrol. I'm the only man suited to dealing with bad guys and bad girls. And let all foolish men and wicked women beware! I Wanna Be I had always been curious about sucking cock. To think about it in certain scenarios always made my cock hard. I started cruising the gay sites on-line and soon discovered that my favorite subjectwas Dominant straight males who enjoyed having their cock sucked by men who thought they were straight. Videos about gloryhole were a particular favorite of mine. I could imagine myself in one of those little booths and as I watched a video and stroked my cock I would notice shadow pass over the hole next to my face. Suddenly there would be a nice cock sliding thru.I would touch it, stroke it, wipe the pre-cum from the tip with my finger and then taste my finger. The person on the other side would become impatient and tell me "suck it slut, make me cum". That was my fantasy for a long time. I jerked off so many times imagining how that cock would taste. One day I was browsing thru the personals in Literotica and I saw an ad that really caught my attention. "Dominant wants a cumsucking slave to service him at his apartment. Sucking only, complete discretion and privacy" I knew I had to answer this ad and within minutes I had sent the following: "I am not very experienced but I am interested, I have wanted to be a cumsucker for a long time and I hope you will allow me to demonstrate how much I want to." I waited anxiously all the next day and finally late that night I received an e-mail, it had a photo! The photo appeared to be a man in his mid thirties, he was nude except for a black hood. He was lean and muscled and his cock was beautiful. Not large but nicely curved with a thick head. The note with it read as follows: "It's good you wrote me when you did, I have already auditioned 3 other cumsuckers and was about to choose one, however I was struck for the need to suck cock and eat cum that you obviously have and I will give you a chance to show me how well you can worship my cock. Come to the address I give at the bottom at 9PM tomorrow. Ring the bell, it will open, step into the foyer, close the door, take all your clothes off. Stroke your cock and when it is hard you will hear a buzzer. Open the door and come in, kneel in the middle of the room facing the door with red drapes covering it. Put your hands behind your back. Do not speak unless I ask you a question. Be prepared to service me without reward for a minimum of one hour. If these terms are acceptable to you dial XXX-XXXX at 9PM tonight and when you hear me pick up the phone just say Master, may I suck your cock." At 9PM exactly I made the call, it rang for several seconds and then the connection was made. I listened for a few moments and heard what I thought to be some heavy breathing. "Well?" I heard a husky voice whisper. "May I suck your cock Master!" I said excitedly. "Is that what you really want, to suck a Master's cock, to suck the cum from it, to fill your mouth with it" "Yes, please" I whined, stroking my cock. There was silence for a moment. "You pathetic little cumsucker, you're stroking yourself just thinking about how you are going to worship my cock, aren't you?" "Yes Master." I groaned. "Well, if you want it that bad why don't you come over right now and show me." "Yes Master" and I heard the phone disconnect. I was so excited I could barely contain myself and I hurriedly dressed and left my apartment. The location he had given me was across town and it took me about 25 minutes to get there. I almost had two wrecks because of my preoccupation with what I was about to do but I finally arrived at an old remodeled apartment building. \ The apartment was on the second floor and I almost ran up the stairs. I was near out of breath when I finally reached room 201. I rang the doorbell and almost immediately the lock clicked and I pushed it open. I moved into what appeared to have been a foyer at one time but now it was just a second security entrance. I heard the door lock behind me as I began to remove my clothes. I also noticed a small round security hole in the inner door and I felt as though someone was watching me as I began to masturbate. I was already erect and after a few moments I had to stop for fear of cuming. A few moments later I heard the buzzer and I pushed the door open. The room was lit only by two candles, each one on a table across from each other. The room was indistinct beyond the candle light. I moved to the center of the room, exactly between the candles and knelt on the floor. I began to masturbate again as I watched the drapery covered door. After a few moments the drapery stirred and the open. A man clothed in a black robe entered. The hood covered his head and most of his face, I could see the candle light glisten on his pupils. He walked forward and stood before me, slowly he open his robe and I sighed or moaned, I don't recall which, but what ever I did it caught his attention. "So you approve of my cock do you" he said as he began to slowly and sensuously stroke it up and down. It truly was a beautiful cock, about seven inches long ended in a mushroom shaped head. "Yes" I said with a visible shiver. He stepped closer and pressed his cock downwards so that it jutted out only inches from my lips. He stroked his cock several times and I saw a clear liquid ooze from the dilated hole. His hand reached out and cupped the top of my head, slowly he pulled my mouth forward. "Lick it," he said huskily "taste it." I licked forward and touched the glistening nectar, knowing that this was always the most delicious part of him. More nectar flowed out and dripped from the tip as I sat back. "Mmm..." I moaned and I rolled my tongue around inside my mouth. He allowed me a moment to enjoy the taste and then pulled at my head again, this time stepping closer and pressing his hips forward. His cock slid into my mouth, but only the head. "Now, suck very slowly and very softy. Just the head, use your tongue as you suck, enjoy the texture." I did as I was told and I did enjoy it. His cock felt so perfect in my mouth and I could tell that his precum was continuing to seep out as I sucked the swollen head. I felt his finger tighten in my hair and with a small shudder his cum erupted into my sucking mouth. It happened so fast I didn't have time to think I just started swallowing as I sucked. It seem liked a long time, his cum came in several large gushes, filling my mouth faster than I could swallow and it began running out of the corners of my mouth. Finally I was able to swallow more than he was spurting and he began to move his hips as he fucked my mouth. I'm not sure if he ever stopped cuming because I had to continually swallow. I think he made me swallow 4 loads of his cum, it was unbelievable. When he was finally sated he pulled his hood from his head and removed the cloak and as I continued to suck his flaccid cock he looked down at me. "You are a great cocksucker, and no one has ever swallowed all my cum before." I felt proud. I sucked his cock all the way in, my lips brushing his balls. I wanted more! "Ahh..., so you are still hungry eh?" I nodded my head up and down and began sucking harder. I stayed for another hour and I managed to make him cum twice more. When I left I knew I was hooked and so did he. I would be back, sooner than even I imagined. I Wanna Be a Bad Girl for You, Babe Woke up from my nap earlier today feeling so naughty, but people were still awake at this hour, and I had to do something about it. * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (4.5 min/mp3) * * * * * I Wanna Be Bad Now I've never been the type to step out of my so called 'comfort zone'. I've always been told what's lady like and what was not. This upbringing controlled my life, was my guide for every single thing I did, every single solitary day. From the moment I awoke to the moment I fell asleep, in my empty cold bed, the only company was the romance novels I had read. This little world I faded into, was my only console from a world of so many things I had been deprived of and my gateway to a world of passion and pleasure (These things I truly never experienced). How old would you think I was? Thirty? Forty? Not quite...try twenty-two. In high school... I didn't even get to go to my prom! My mother told me that prom was nothing but a night based on seniors dancing, drinking, and fucking. But despite that, I snuck out of the house that night to go to a hotel party, from which I had lost my virginity...and it was a horrifying experience but that didn't stop my sexual exploration...I tried and tried until I just gave up about two weeks ago. Sex wasn't good to me, so like any sensible human being...I stop doing what I didn't like. It was all the same, gentle touches, soft kisses, but whomever touches or kisses aren't anything like what they've been depicted in my stories, or in my wildest dreams. And when I told my best friend, Shawn... he could have sworn I was sick. He'd just touch my s. They take me, yet I hate they way they forehead and snicker at my odd discomfort in my experience. "Everything you do with a nigga, is garbage, Sid?" He said raising an eyebrow with is murky green eyes staring through me. His posture was nothing less than relaxed as we sat in a booth of some restaurant in the downtown area. Shawn was an incredibly fine looking man of 24, his skin was light but because of athletics, he was tanned by the summer sun, skin bronzed to a cinnamon color. His hair was long enough to braided and the hang time touched the bottom of his neck...and as for his body, Adonis paled in comparison... built from his broad shoulders to his ankles. Just to think this image might have haunted my dreams for many nights but nor did he seem to notice me in such a way. To him I was just Sidney, affectionately known as Sid in his eyes. "Well," I sighed heavily, wiping my now fogging glasses from the steam coming from my coffee as he gave me this wince. "I don't know what's wrong with me..." "Tip one," Shawn started taking my coffee away and drinking half of it in a few gulps. "Coffee kills ya, stop drinking' this shit." He laughed, leaning back more with those cat eyes of his staring into my light brown ones through my glasses. "It tastes like mud. Tip two, I don't think it's you that has the problem...it's they dun know how to handle you. Your man's ultimate challenge, the woman that canna be tamed." "How can it not be me? I've tired all sorts of guys, different ones but I didn't like any of it." I then looked around nervously, hoping no one was listening. "Maybe I should go to my doctor ...or better yet get a psychologist." I said staring at my manicured brown fingers as they came to rest in my lap. "Yo, Sid my nig...since you feelin' kina shitty. I'm coming over later..." He grinned and shrugged. "I haven't hanged wit cha in while, maybe we can watch some movies or somethin, ya know?" I waved him off as and let my elbows fall on the table. "Whateva..." I knew how this was gonna go...me and him were most likely going to watch music video's while he was drooling over the video girls. ~Later on at about 9:30pm~ I was watching T.V. on the couch when my doorbell rung, and I sighed as I got up to answer it. On my doorstep stood Shawn, in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and I felt so bummy in my baggy gray jogging suit. One look at me, made him shudder in disgust and he shook his head. "Well Goddamn, I see why you got sex problems and shit...you in that will make a nigga's dick soft." He then gave me the second glance; it didn't do a thing for my curves but cover them and make me look puffy. "Oh hell naw, take that off." Oh another thing about Shawn, he had a cussing problem since we were eleven. I simply walked upstairs as he followed close behind... he hated when I looked a hot mess around him. When we got to my room, he automatically darted for my dresser drawer and started to pull out random pairs of pajamas until he came to a black tank top and a black thong with pink pinstripes as he mumbled about how my puffy gray jogging suit should have been burned. "No! I can't wear that... it's underwear!" I said as his now bluish green eyes looked like he was trying to burn off my clothes. "Look, if you put this on. I'll take my clothes off so that we both are in our underwear. Cool?" I gulped, oh sure...he'd be half naked. So I changed in my walk in closet, by the time I walked out he already was in his navy blue boxers and he smirked in satisfaction. "See, now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout." Being in my underwear, in front of him... eyes licking over my body had my skin feeling heated, but in embarrassment or desire? It was hard to say. "Yeah, yeah. Shut up damnit, I wish you stop ogling me." I said trembling from the traveling of his gaze. I could see those lips curl up slightly in the corners, those same nice lips that I wanted to taste right about now. "Oglin', BG? I'm just looking 'cause you look good." Then I saw him move from his position of being propped up by his elbows to sitting on the edge of my bed with a musing expression, showing off his toned solid abs. Of course, he was confident in his body. HE HAD EVERY RIGHT TO BE... he looked like some kind of sex god lying on MY bed looking at me like he wanted to eat me or maybe he'd noticed how small my breast were. Then he stood up and loomed over me in height, and his fingers pinched my glasses and slid them from my face and for the first time in years, his cool veneer seemed to fade from his face. "No I don't. I'm too bottom-heavy." It was true, I lacked in the chest department but in the back...I made up for in ass. "Your eyes are light brown..." He said lowly as he searched them with those multi-green eyes, gleaming with this kind of mixture of wonder and laughter. "And you ain't bottom heavy, you just blessed in certain places." He said peering over my shoulder, looking at said place no doubt. I guess this made me feel a little sexy coming from him. "I guess." "You guess? Naw... it's true. I like it like that." To emphases this, his hand reached down and roughly grabbed me, now I thought I was going to melt into a puddle of heat...seeing I had never been handled this way before and I liked it. He noticed my body grow tense and before letting go, he gave my ass another squeeze. "Well damn," he started. "I think I found the problem with ya sex life, Sid. It's exactly what I thought. They wasn't putting it on you like you like it." Before I had anyway say in the manner, I was placed on the bed with him in between my knees with both arms on either side of my thighs. "Shawn, what the fuc-" "Let me make my case though." And he knocked me flat on my back and our bodies so close together nothing would fit between us. His mouth found mine and let's say it wasn't like kiss I've had. It was hard and experienced, not the soft sloppy one's I was rather used to. But I didn't struggle, if I did it would be hopeless. His tongue had mine pinned in my own mouth as his hands roughly kneaded my breast in his hand, extracting some muffled moans from me as his tore his lips away and he pushed my tank top so it was exposing my chest, his mouth harshly enveloped one of my nipples. "Shawn..." I started to say but he took the hard nub between his teeth and pulled. I cried out, why couldn't he just take me...I wanted it! My thighs clamped around his hips as I tried to grind against him and to my satisfaction I felt his dick twitch in his boxers. He grabbed my hips and pushed them down on the bed so I couldn't do that again. He flicked his tongue over it and he pulled away from my breasts to focus on the last moist, piece of clothing coving me, those infamous green eyes were clouded over and dark. "S-Shawn, why are you doing this?" I wasn't able to maintain a steady voice, it was too hard to think or speak with this ache burning between my legs. "You should stop worrying so much." He said as he began to slide my thong to my ankles, okay if he didn't just fuck me right now, I'd jump him myself! Shawn sensed my eagerness, as my hands roamed over his chest over his nipples then dipping lower. Then I felt him grip my thighs and his body slid sunk down, until my thighs were evenly settled on his shoulders. I blinked and propped myself up on my elbows to look at what he was doing. He managed to slip his fingers into me easily and he kissed my inner thighs. "You've never been this turned on have you, Sidney?" He asked, oh Lord I loved how my name came off of his tongue like he was tasting wine. I shook my head as I heard him make an interesting noise as his fingers worked into my hot core, slowly in and out. I was soaking wet as he played with my clit with his thumb as his other fingers made scissor-like motions. I let my head fall back and arched towards the ceiling moaning as I rolled my hips to meet his hand, my thighs quivering from his ministrations. "I can tell, how you fuckin my hand and all." "Oh shut up." I groaned and he laughed. "You're killing me..." "I know." And he stopped licking his fingers by the sound he made, I could tell that much with my eyes closed, then I was being flipped over on my hands and knees, my ass in the air as I felt the bed shift behind me. Now I was paying attention, I was about turn around when I felt him pushing his thick hard cock inside me and I gasped gripping the edge of the bed. Okay forget about him looking like a sex god... he was one. He pushed in balls deep and hard and I've never felt like that before, it felt so damn good I felt like I could climb walls, oh believe me...I would if he hadn't been holding my waist. He was pounding into me hard, each time I wanted to scream...I'm not sure if I did or not. I felt want and need, I don't think I felt so desired in my life. He gave a new meaning to good sex; he had me in a back door screaming every time he hit my spot. The first time I came, he paused and started laughing, most likely because I came before he did. But did that stop him? Not at all, because he gave me a break as he slowly moved in and out of me. Then after a few seconds, he went back to beating the brakes off my pussy. I think I was seeing stars or some shit like that, all I know was that I couldn't see to clearly. If you had ever been hit in the eye hard and saw a bright flash...it would have been like that. I'm sure my neighbors could hear me screaming, seeing a though my condo was so close to theirs. Then he hit my g-spot so hard, anything I might have been thinking was wiped from my mind and for the first time, I stopped thinking and felt. "Fuck, Sidney..." I heard him groan once stuffed my fist in my mouth. His twitched as I came again this time I had brought him with me. His hot cum filling me in loads, squirting like jets. Once it was over, we both were panting like dogs in heat. "I proved my case." He then pulled me with him, slipping under my covers and started doing some stuff with his fingers, like tracing the curve of my hips with his fingertips. I found it odd how we from rough sex to him tracing curves of my body like we were together. "You did, didn't you?" I said feeling the sleep-induced toxins starting to sway me into sleep, I cuddled close to the heat of his body and yawned and right when I fell asleep. *DING DONG* I shot up from my position on the couch and looked at the clock to find that I had fallen to sleep. I looked down at myself to find I was wearing that ugly hideous jogging suit. So it was a dream...but it felt so concrete. Then the doorbell rang again followed by his voice. "Sid! I know yo' ass is in there!" "Um...you have a key! Just go sit in the living room, I'll be down there!" I said running upstairs and taking off that puffy piece of shit. I was going to have to finally change this whole bad streak I've been having. ~Minutes Later~ I could hear the music through the house and as I came down the stairs, I could hear that song by E-40 (U and Dat I think that's the name) and I felt like I could seduce any man with a switch of the hips. He most likely bought the CD since it was uncensored. And when I stepped into the room, he stopped krumping and looked straight at me in awe. "Ah...holy shit, Sid. Did I come at the wrong time? Do you have someone over or something? Is this 'How Sidney Got Her Groove Back'?" I must have looked good; I heard the shaking in his voice. I had on my thong from my dream and black and pink pinstriped suit jacket, finishing them off with my glasses and a pair of wet black 5'inch heeled pumps. "No. You. And it could be." I said with my weight shifted on my right leg and my hand on my hip. I slowly removed my glasses and threw them into the couch and I saw him grin, raping me with his eyes. I seemed to arch under his gaze, looking like the cat that ate the canary and took him by the collar and pulled our bodies together. Fuck being lady-like, I wanna be bad.