He gave me my first butterfly

THIS IS THE SONG I WAS LISTENING TO WHEN I FELL IN LOVE WITH D...

Clitoris, revenge of the sobbing orgasms

MY EXPERIENCES WITH vibrators are very limited because quite frankly, I never felt a need for them and I’m afraid that once I finally bought my first one, I wasn’t even sure how to use it or what to do with it at first. A while back, while in the heat of the moment, D. bought “blue” out and while we fucked, he gently massaged my clit while slowly increasing the pressure as we went along. Let me just say that like the Doublemint twins, vibrators do double your pleasure!

In the few weeks we’ve added them to our sex arsenal, I’ve noticed that a vibrator against my pink flower bud shields me from any discomfort I might feel during hardcore sex. The (double) stimulation breaks my barriers and swiftly brings forth my horny side and believe it or not, she is usually very shy. The stimulust also makes me want more, deeper, faster and harder. The pleasure I get from a vibrator’s contact against my clitoris is so delightfully intense that I can only stand it while D. is fully in me (or else I’d bite my hand off) and then it’s only for a few minutes at best. I feel a flood that starts, out of all places, from the middle of my back and just pushes out of me in a sea of beautiful thumping contractions.

But the thing that surprises me most about my relationship with vibrators is the orgasms I get from them. There is no squirting or moaning- my usual; just pleasure that takes my breath away and literally paralyze me and loud, wake-up the children sobs. Yes, sobs! And don’t you dare ask me what I’m sobbing about because I don’t have a damned clue!

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Today I got toe-fucked!

THE KIDS ARE fast asleep in their respective beds and D. is mindlessly enjoying the hot soup I just served him while going over some construction materials he’d received from the State. I take a sit across from him. He doesn’t notice as I spread my legs; my damp red Victoria’s Secret robe falling to my sides, revealing my shy cunt. He doesn’t look up as I caress and grab my pussy. When I suck on my left index, lick my plump lips and slowly finger fuck myself, he just turns another page. I turn on my clit hummer and firmly place it right onto my pink bud. But Because I sense his full attention on me, I ignore him and focus on giving myself the best clit orgasm any woman’s ever had.

The effect is immediate. Warmth fills my insides as a long wave of pleasure, that starts in the middle of my back, wraps me in delights I can only qualify as ecstasy. My hungry pussy throbs and contracts around my, now, two frenetic fingers. While I wrestle with myself not to remove the vibrator from its grip on my seed, I instinctively bite my shoulder to refrain from moaning the neighbors awake. I look into D.’s feverous eyes and I can tell that my boldness has not only taken him aback, but it’s gotten his cock as erect as a flagpole. Silently thanking this blog for my newfound audacity, I will myself not to blush or stop. I am surprised when my moans turn into drunken giggles then loud sobs. I mean, WTF??

I almost topple over when D. grabs, then effortlessly pulls my chair closer to his. He puts his right foot on my chair, right between my legs, to steady us. The incident leaves me dazed for only a second but long enough for his voice, rogue with desire, to order me to spread my legs wider to let him watch. I hold on to the table and comply. Without notice, his tick, cold hallux- his big toe, penetrates my soaked cunt and to my surprise, I love the tight, snug feel against my throbbing insides. With the vibrator making me hornier by the second and the toe hitting my G-spot just right, it takes little for me to cum- hard! I feel my release rising up deep in my groin, swelling in my bladder and bubbling up to my urethra. But I am too ecstatic to care that soon, my orgasm will gush out of me like a faulty faucet, sink deep into my favorite chair and down the tiles I so carefully picked out in a mean Home Depot line-up. D. is surprised by how fast I orgasm but with a proud grin he stands up:

“Now, let me show you what Big Toe’s daddy can do for you baby. Bend over!”

I obediently do as I’m told because in the eight years we’ve been married and the nine we’ve been fucking, every orgasm, every sigh, every moan and word uttered during sex, has been genuwine and it's mostly because D. is just a great mother fucker.

Is it still rape if I enjoyed it?

I ASK NOT to offend or shock. But because honestly, I am not sure what to call a great fuck I didn’t ask for, or agree to. The truth is that when D. and I fight, our anger instantaneously turns into pure, animalistic lust and this has gotten us into trouble time and time again but we never seem to learn. When I’m angry at D., I hate him with every fiber of my being, I can't even stand to look at him, yet all I want to do is fuck him to death. Yesterday night, while at his uncle’s, D. and I had a brief, but meaningful fight over the balance of our marriage. I felt insulted and unappreciated and he was taken over by guilt for his outburst and its' searing content. For almost twenty four hours, I didn't speak to him; I even spent half the night next to our bed, on the floor, in protest. D. tossed and turned the whole night; he reasoned and argued, even bribed me with my favorite juice but nothing worked and the angrier I became, the more my body hungered for the warmth of his cock and his expert touch.

I rarely wear clothes when at home and today, as I am making the bed, I doze off with nothing on but a small towel around my waist and the comfy black nursing bra I refuse to part with. I feel his presence towering above me even before I am lucid enough to open my eyes. Instinct tells me we both know what’s about to happen, but my unresolved anger and misplaced pride won’t let me offer my soaking pussy on a platter. He watches me intently as I proudly get up from the bed and proceed to leave the room. I gasp in surprise when, without a sound, D. grabs both my arms from behind and slams me hard on the bed. I hear him slowly unzipping his dark blues. I decide to seize the moment his pants drop to the floor as my chance to escape. But deep into folding his jeans, D. does nothing to stop me as I run right past him. Just seconds before I reach the bedroom doors, I feel my feet leave firm ground before I am catapulted forth; landing head first, deep into the soft mattress.

The anger, hate, pain, fear and lust that’s been holding me hostage for the past 24 hours melt into each other and I am energized and determined to stop him. I try to gather myself up long enough to face D., to tell him to fuck off. But next to his 200pounds of sheer muscle, my soft 135 is nothing more than baby weight. D. wastes no time getting down to business, I feel him pulling me down, closer to the edge of the bed and as hard as I resist and hold onto the sheets, it takes little effort on his part for me to end up with half of my soaring body high above me. I scream in indignation and in hope that the fact that our neighbors can hear us will make him stop. He just slams my face deep into the sheets. I gasp for air and get the message! When D. deems me calm enough to release his grip on my ponytail, I beg weakly: “Please! Don’t!”

“Don’t worry” he quietly whispers “You know you’ll like this.”

I know he is right and with a wide grin on my face, I bite my lip and brace myself for the lesson and the pleasures to come.

[To be continued…]

Just fuck him!

AT SOME POINT, for most women in committed relationships, sex becomes just another daunting chore to get through at the end of a long exhausting day. We let marital issues, children and stress get in the way of the (most?) important aspect of our marriage that also used to be one of our favorite activity; way back when the love was new, the sex magnificent. As impossible as it may seem, there is a way out of the sexless blues we know and despise so greatly.

*I*The body you used to have is gone and unfortunately, it ain’t coming back. I know it sucks but you better get to loving your new body, exercising more, eating healthy and moving on. Plus, chances are, your spouse doesn’t give a damn about, or even notice, your physical changes. If your man is anything like most men out there, he care more about what you taste like and how many times you let them hit it.

*II*Watch porn! There is no easier way to get in the mood than watching (skillful?) actors going at it like there is no tomorrow. So, put your inhibitions aside, google “free porn” and watch. Watch ‘til your mind races and you pussy tingles.

*III*Government checks aren’t the only way to getting a gratifying and free stimulus. Reading erotic stories prior to getting it on and keeping a steamy sex diary are sure ways to getting the fuck me now fire ablaze and raging.


*IV*No matter how tired you are when he rolls over and “accidentally” pokes you in the ass with his dick, you have to admit that sex is still pleasurable when you let go and participate. It relaxes and de-stresses better than a shiatsu massage; plus you can’t be the price. So, next time the urge to say no to your man overcomes you, resist fiercely! There was a time in my marriage when while other couples fought over money, bills and children, D. and I constantly fought over sex. If I didn’t give him an “I’m tired”, it was an unconvincing “later”; He pressured and I panicked, but nothing changed. We tried anything to have more, better sex. From pacts to fuck daily, to never saying no, nothing worked. But when I decided to have sex for my own, much deserved pleasure and blog about it things changed tremendously. Now, we get to fight over my poor habits.

*V*Stuck at home all day with brats? Finally out of the clutch of an asshole boss? Ready to unwind but you just don’t know how to let go of the stress long enough to give into the carnal pleasures your partner is offering? Tuck the kids in, uncork a champagne bottle and toast the fact that you are lucky enough to have a dick-on-command* and use the opportunity to get spermed, because if you don’t, it will be your loss anyway and besides, someone else just might.

Pussy cake and anal cherry.

I'LL HAVE TO admit that I am an ass woman. There, I said it! Yes, there is nothing sexier to me than a pair of firmly plump, oval cheeks protruding from a tight pair of Geoffrey Beene boxers; and when the Lord made D., He gave him an ass so lusciously succulent, Tyson Beckford would blush in envy to have one just like it.

No matter what mood I’m in, D. knows that all it takes, to get my mind racing and my body aching for his dick, is for him to put on my favorite pair of his boxers or just prance around the house with his white towel loosely tied around his ripped abdomen, barely covering my gifts. Pants, regardless of the fabric they are made of, just wrap around D.’s fine ass and cup his cock in such a way that all I can think of is how nice it would feel for me to grow a penis right then and there and just shove it in him. I mean isn’t it just so fucking unfair that some animals can surf genders and even procreate; yet I can’t even grow a finger, let alone a penis. For years, I’ve fantasized and even dreamed about doing D. but my fear of him judging me and shame he might label me a freak kept me from admitting that I want to peg the sperm out of my 6’3, two hundred pounds, macho, construction working man.

Prior to us meeting at our spot in the living room, D. sets the vibrator I promised to let him use on my clit, the lube and the fresh condoms we bought earlier on the side table. While we kiss, suck and fuck our way to kingdom cum, my mind is solely fixed on the prize. I couldn’t grow a cock whenever I wanted one but thanks to the sex gods in California, we have the next best thing: a dildo. As D. rides me from the top, I beg him to stop and let me fuck him for a change; but my pleas fall on deaf ears. In fact, they only fuel his thirst to give me more. D. loses himself in my depths and while promising to make my cunt spit out its’ G-spot, he lifts and flips me on all fours, to get better access at my Anny. As D. rides my cunt like a Kentucky Derby jockey, I give into the pleasures he delivers to perfection. With each gush of liquid orgasm that rocks my body, my desire for pegging him dissolves into numb, blissful ecstasy.

As D.’s fingers move from massaging my ass to the valley of my forbidden garden, I must admit that it feels too good for me to hear my fears or listen to my feelings about anal sex. I don’t (want to) stop him when he penetrates me with the dildo I intended to use on him because the dual pleasure, from his dick rimming my cunt and the dildo filling up my ass, sends me over the edge. As I begin to get used to the feeling of being filled to capacity, D. puts on one of the condoms and follows the path of no return. It feels like heaven as his warm cock enters me and slowly but firmly he forces himself in. D. grabs my ass cheeks and softly but surely, he rocks me into submission…

It was about time I lost my cherry.

D.

SAYING THAT MY marriage is even close to perfect would be a blatant lie; so I won’t. But I will admit that D. and I bicker and argue like children a lot! As a matter of fact, the only thing we excel at besides loving and fucking each other to sleep is fighting like wounded bulls. And to be honest, I sincerely believe that it’s how passionately we fight each other and how we fuck with such abandon that our marriage has survived the tests of time.

I met D. in high school and we were but two thirds of a best-friendship. When I was in the eleventh grade, word reached my ear that D. had said that he felt sorry for the man who would ever marry me. Are you laughing? Because every time I think of how fate played him, I chuckle. Don’t get me wrong, I am a good (enough) woman. I work hard and once in a blue moon, I cook and even help him clean (lol!), but like the wind, I am difficult to predict and impossible to control; I am compulsive and I stand up for my beliefs and others regardless of the consequences. And yes, besides his OCD streak, infallible memory and timekeeping obsession D. is just like that too. We can’t be lead in any way or be told what not to do. I take pleasure in always blaming him for everything that goes wrong and he has got to always be right. So, it goes without saying that we compromise poorly!

Yet, in the two weeks since I started blogging about our sex life, I have started to not only notice small changes in our relationship but also in how we treat each other. D. is carefree and more relaxed around me and I know the fact that he doesn’t have to ask to get laid or complain about his “stress” has got a lot to do with his new state of being. By giving in to our bodies’ sexual urges and not putting off or arguing about sex, I can frankly say that I feel closer to D. because the pressure to perform we both felt has evaporated. And because I am blogging about our sex life, I find myself trying harder to squeeze it in and spice things up. I take his eagerness as proof that I am doing something right.

Many who’ve watched us bicker and fight over the years wonder how D. and I are still unseparated, undivorced. It for damn sure ain’t because of how good of a cook I am, how many times I say I love you or how loyal he is to me. It’s because when we fuck, the sex is so fucking amazing that with every thrust, every moan and orgasm we share, we mend past hurts, erase shortcomings and wipe the slate clean for a new beginning.

Ask me if I would choose money or love and without hesitation, I would pick my lover.

Upside down fuckfest.

The best thing about sex with D. is that even though we’ve been fucking for a while- or because of it, he still finds ways to excite and surprise me. He came home from work today- early and pissed off and whenever D. is angry, his cock is rock hard and ready to play with my cunt. He turns into a wild animal and if you haven’t guessed it already, I love it when D. goes bad.

I AM DOING the dishes from the night before while keeping a mental list of the groceries we are to pick up later tonight. D. walks past me, stops dead in his tracks and takes 3 steps back. I am not surprised when he wraps his arms around my waist. To be honest, I love it when he stands behind me while I cook or wash dishes; his warm breath on my face, his large dick pocking right at my ass. He kisses my neck and perks up my tits with his fingers. He whispers just how much he needs his cunt today and will take it by force if he has to. He threatens to fuck me silly, to make me beg for him to stop and I believe him because D. never lies.
Saying that today was rough would be an understatement.

As he grabs my arm and leads me to the bedroom, my heart is racing; knowing what awaits me makes me nervous yet, I can’t help being curious. D. is jerking off as he watches me strip and as my floral bra is falling to the floor, he pulls me on the bed, next to him. His lips brush against mine; we kiss. Drunk with bliss, my eyes remain closed as he moves me in front of him and starts to eat my pussy out . In an instant, I am flying upside down, to his leg. He swallows my coochie whole ; his tongue wastes no time drinking me in. Between screams of sheer delight and choc, I try to suck his cock inside out. I try to give him as much pleasure as he is giving me. By the time he penetrates me , I am so ready for his thick fill that it takes little for me to orgasm. But to be honest, it never takes D. much to make me squirt and orgasm. My pussy contracts and squirts. With every thrust of his cock, juices gush out of my slit and send me into heavenly seizures. I want to beg him to stop, to let me breathe but my words, moans and grunts fight their way past my throat and rush to exit my paralyzed mouth. As his thrusts speed up and bang me harder, D.’s eyes close, his mouth opens slightly as his body shakes and his dick pushes in deeper and deeper inside of me. I feel the head of his cock snug against my cervix and sensing his impending orgasm, I squeeze my pelvic muscles tight. He grabs my ass with his broad hands and kisses me madly; I feel his cock throb and thump inside me as his sperm flowed and filled my lake.
I have never loved a man more than I love D. at this very instant.

10 steps to getting fucked.

SO, YOUR HOTNESS is only rivaled by how good you are in the sac. Your shit don’t stink and your dick is the badest boy on the block; everybody knows it because nobody puts it down like you. Yet the last time you go got laid, was the night your baby was conceived. But before you give in to temptation, give my easy tricks a try.

*I* Please for the love of Eros stop whining about how little you’ve been fucking lately- contrary to common belief, by sticking to the whining tactic, the only action you will end up with is with your hand plus a night with a turned off, angry woman.

*II* Unless being begged for sex is a turn-on to her or you are aiming for the pity sex jackpot, Please guys, please I beg you: leave the begging to your dog. Women want a rugged, strong man and you know Wolverine doesn’t beg for pussy.

*III* There is more to your wife than her pussy. I know you know that. She knows you know that. But the point is that she needs to be reminded that you need and see her as more than a diaper changer, hump buddy or cum toilet. Take the time to take her out, compliment the color of her hair, how smart she is, etc... Appreciate the little things she does and you are sure to get rewarded. Stroke her ego and ye dick shall receive.

*IV* To get your wife to open her mouth and spread her legs, you need to open your heart and spread your ears. Yes, your wife needs your help and advice; but the truth is, like most women, she doesn’t want it. Yes, women are difficult. But all we want from you when we are going through an emotional turmoil and boring you to death about the new bitch with the fake tits in the office or stuck up mom at the park who talks to everyone but us, all we want from you is to:
*Listen and nod
*Empathize and agree
*Tell your wife you dislike the bitch too; then silently ponder if her co-worker's ass matches her tits and just how far you could stick up the milf.

*V* Lighten-up a woman’s load and she is more likely to (want to) give you that “hello stranger I never met before” fuck you enjoy so much. Women appreciate corny stuff just as much as they find fat babies cute. So, use this need for “aw!” to your advantage. Copy a poem you’ve found online and pass it off as your ode to her, take out the trash without her urging and put the kids to bed while she takes a bath or enjoy a quick relaxation. Your cock and pride will thank you later.

*VI* If your partner enjoys being constantly groped while she cleans, changes diapers and slaves over a hot stove, more power to her and by all means, grope away. But we all know that your woman ain’t one of those gems. So, refrain from the hand assaults as much as you can. Instead, caress her leg and smile at her, Massage her shoulders and ask if she is okay or just brush her hair back with your finger and gaze into the eyes you fell in love with.

*VII* At least 24 hours prior to the exact time you want to engage in enjoyable sexual activities, refrain from arguing with your wife. A great TV doctor once said “A man can either be right or he can be happy.” I think he was speaking from experience.

*VIII* Just because a woman doesn’t give you any does not mean that she doesn’t get horny. Like you, your spouse needs to know that you still find her as beautiful and attractive as the day you first met. Tell, email, twit, text, just how hot she is and how big of a hard on her sight gives you. Every time I walk towards my husband, I am excited to reach him because he kisses me on the lips and whispers in my ear “Are you naked or am I seeing through your clothes. I just want to fuck you right now.” Sometimes, all he says is “You are giving me such a hard on.” It just makes me want to bend over right then and there and suck it!

*IX* Be a man and do it right. If you can’t fuck her right to save your life, find out how/what she likes and watch porn geared toward women; then perfect what you have learned, then apply it!

*X* Be creative and surprise her. The worse thing than a woman scorned is a sexually frustrated woman because if you don’t satisfy her needs, the likelihood of you getting more from her, frankly, are slim to none.

You might be thinking, but Lolita, why waste so much energy to get laid if I can get my dick waxed somewhere else, no strings attached? Well, you tell me because frankly, I don’t know. But as a woman, it is nice to know that the man I love is willing to "fight" to get some from me the way he used to when we were dating.

Don't fuck with a man unless you can back it up!

I was horny all day yesterday and couldn’t stop fantasizing about D. So, I impatiently anticipated his return from work to fulfill the sexual promises I made via phone and text messages. But between work and the kids, I was so spent by the time he came to pick me up, that I wanted nothing more than my soft pillowtop and Hypnos’ soothing arms. Needless to say, he was disappointed and pouting. The next morning, I came across this blog post by BURBMAN and to be honest, its’ second paragraph scared me shitless because I know exactly which path holding out on sex- especially promised sex, (which I am very often guilty of) can lead us on. So, it goes without saying that fucking is mandatory today.

LATER THAT NIGHT, while D. tucked the kids in, I unbutton my black sheer top and strip off my blue jeans. Like most days lately, I wasn’t wearing panties and as I pretend to wash dishes, he comes up from behind me, caresses my ass and tries to finger my pussy. I giggle, like a naughty girl and push him away. He was still upset from the night before because he leaves. A few minutes later, I find D. relaxing on the sofa and going over a construction manual. I sit on his legs; he pretends not to notice that I am half naked and loudly sucking on a frozen fruit bar. Without looking up, he caresses my ass and slides his hand between my legs again. I am in heat and dripping wet from wanting his cock and by the look on his face and his hardening cock, he is dying to fuck me just as bad as I’m dying to be fucked.

As, his dick pulsates beneath my drooling, gyrating cunt, the manual topples to the floor. D.’s eyes are fixed on me as I deep throat- then lick and swirl my tongue around the cold strawberry bar. His jaw muscles tighten, his eyes darken; I pretend not to notice his powerless anger, his hate for still wanting me. In an instant, he crouches between my knees, spreads my legs wide and dives right in. I grab onto his long curly hair and offer him my pussy. Mission accomplished! I pull him in deeper, gyrate and moan “Eat this bitch” as he nibbles on my coochie and hungrily explores my pussy. With one hand, he removes my bra (yes, he is that good!) and covers my erect nipples and stiff clit with the chocolate mousse he’d been eating before sucking it off- clean! I grab his cock and try dipping it in the Yoplait cup, but it doesn’t fit; so, I dump it all over it and swallow his chocolate rock. I choke, come up for air and go right back in.

While I go down on him, D. grabs my head and guides me faster. I caress his scrotum and make my way to fantasy. Slowly my index goes into his depths. This catches him off guard, but he is too weakened by pleasure to stop me. As he begins to relax again, another finger goes in. By the time he penetrates me, the animal in D. is fully awake and his dick is as stiff as a flagpole. He rides and sticks my twat like he wants to tear it apart and I am L.O.V.I.N.G. every second, every thrust of it. Ecstasy takes over me as we shudder in delight and I beg him to stop but he is too far gone to hear me. I try to push him off, but he just slaps my ass and goes in deeper, faster. The explosion that rocks my insides catches me by surprise. As my pussy contracts and bursts free, juices squirt and flow out of me, past the towel and into the chenille sofa. “Don’t ever fuck with me like that again.” But we both know that he doesn’t mean it.

By miles, the best orgasm of the week, so far…

Old sex is new sex!

MANY BELIEVE THAT for a committed relationship to last and “succeed”, a couple’s personalities have to be compatible; they must share common interests and always agree with each other. Well allow me to disagree. To me what matters most besides D. and I being in love, is the fact that sexually, we are a perfect match. He has a higher sex drive than I do (and I’m blogging mainly to change that) but at the end of the day, we pleasure each other in ways that only love and (8) years spent together can afford us.

Yes, D. and I are constantly fighting. Not break the dishes, throw his clothes over the balcony fights; but disputes about things that we don’t even remember five minutes later or frankly care to. We are both stubborn, dominant and we cannot stand being told what to do. But when it comes to our sex life, we are harmonious and orgasmic. We share the same favorite positions standing dog and deep stick and I’m sure he could even pinpoint the exact location of my G-spot just by looking at my stomach.

Besides the first week after I lost my virginity to him, I have always been content. I can honestly say that I have never had to fake an orgasm with D. because not only does he take pleasure in satisfying me, he listens to me and fulfills my body’s needs. A few people have asked me if D. is the only man I’ve ever been with how would I know I’m not missing out “for sure”. I laugh and ignore them because they are the ones missing out. Plus when the perfect man and the right cock have found you, all you need to do is love back and spread wide because they are the perfect fit.

I have also heard and read that after eighteen months of being in a new (sexual) relationship, the excitement of “new sex” runs right out the door-without looking back and even IF the couple is still having sex at this point, it is unexciting and monotonous. Well I pay “studies” of the kind no mind and neither should you. As long as you are willing to fight for your love life, there is excitement and great sex to be found and shared with your lover. Give in to your fantasies by doing things to keep the spice steaming. Bring in new flavors by exploring your darker, naughtier sides and sharing! Make it your goal to always surprise and keep each other guessing; after all that is the lure of “new sex”: the uncertainty and mystery of what is to come next!

Be careful what you fuck for.

When we opened our office, a little more than a year ago, D. and I decided to baptize our new endeavor the same way we’ve christened all the places we’ve ever lived in: by fucking like two vampire rabbits in heat. He took me in every position imaginable, with our favorite (doggy style) winning out. We made our way around; from room to room, screwing on tables, chairs or any available surface that we could hold onto, lean against or sit on- for that matter. As time went on, we noticed that every time we’d screw around (which happened often as two bored adults sat in a room waiting for costumers to show up) the business would flourish and we’d have new costumers.

BUSINESS HAS BEEN very slow this week and what better way to solve it than with a hot carnal sacrifice that would relax us better than a massage and make us money, we thought. Win-win! We hurriedly lower the blinds, place our “away sign” on the window and quickly make our way to the back. By the time I reach the staircase that leads to our sacred loft area, D.’s standing above me, his majestic glory revealed: thick as a forearm and throbbing in angst. Saying that I love D.’s dick is an understatement because I am mesmerized and in awe of the perfection of his cock. Behind his back, I call it Adonis, sometimes Zeus; but even such names don’t do it justice. With its fat, rugged veins that always send my sensitive walls into a feeding frenzy, his perfect length that strokes in so deep that I sometimes worry about my cervix to his girth- oh so thick, so wide, that never fails to make me squirt from orgasms any woman would be jealous of. Adonis has a personality of its own that is only rivaled by its meaty perfection and the fact that his master knows what to do with such a unit.

As I stand in front of the glass display case that lines the loft, D. caresses my exposed ass, then grabs me by my waist and kisses me. He pulls up my bra, cups my large tits and proceeds to simultaneously suck on my nipples. I’m driven off the edge. D. turns me around, propels me forward by my ponytail and gently holds me down. Instinctively, I brace myself and arch my back. Ready! With his free hand, he slowly strokes my moist pussy before forcefully guiding Adonis through to my cave’s awaiting warmth. As one, we move to the familiar beat. He reaches in deeper and faster. My body quivers, my pussy throbs. I’m rocked by orgasms that leave me weak but begging for more. I’m satisfied only if D. cums.

Then the doorbell rings.

We have a costumer.

How I came to Fuck D.

D. HAS AN AMAZING body; with every bulge of muscle, curve and definition earned from waterproofing. From his perfectly ripped abs (thank you manual labor!) to his tight ass, there isn’t a part of him I wouldn’t pay cold hard cash to kiss, lick and fuck.

For almost 2 years, he was 1/3 of a tight knit friendship until we had a big fight over something neither one of us remembers anymore; for the next 6 months, we went our separate ways. And then one day, my phone rang and it was D. It wasn’t long before we were once again best friends and inseparable phone buddies. He’d listen to my newly broken heart for hours and I’d comfort him about his long distance relationship with a girl I never met but fiercely hate(d).
The first time D. came to my house is one I will never forget. It was a hot summer day and the same fire that ravaged my groin when I saw him consumes me every time I think about the first time his rugged sight made my pussy squirm and throb. D. was and still is built like a hot quarterback and the bright red shirt he donned that day did little to hide his big guns, chiseled pecs. He’d grown his thick, curly hair into a long ponytail, that would have made Fabio jealous. I was dying to pull off his rubber band and run my fingers through it.

I could feel my lace thong getting soaked with pussy juice as I fantasized about all the things I wanted him to do to me and me to him. My body was aching, even screaming out for me to kneel before him, grab his tight round ass, remove his leather belt and suck on his cock, like it was candy. I mean the feeling of wanting to spread my ass wide for a man to take me from behind and fuck my cunt was foreign to me, but at that very moment, I wanted D to fuck the daylights out of me, right then and there- in my mother’s oak kitchen. But she was standing right besides me.