This is a forum post by the user HandsomeStallion
: I thought I'd try something different here. I've seen some people with some serious writing talent on here. I don't know if this has been done before but I thought I'd start a thread for people to post their own erotic encounters. Whether it's fact of fiction just post it up. Yes I am bored and I have nothing better to do right now. I'll get the ball rolling. And please try and avoid inane babble.
[SPAM][SPAM][SPAM]________ The following is a true story. so don't go thinking you know who me or anything else in the story are in real life. [SPAM][SPAM]_ It all started on myspace about 3years ago. - this woman was actually in a group that I'm in on there and that is how we "met". I left her a comment on one of her photos, and then she in return left me a private message and a comment on my page.
I was bugging b/c i'm the epitome of a "normal" guy and here is this actress (c-list i must admit but extremely beautiful), leaving comments on my page or whatever. So we go back and forth for the next few weeks in private messages, mainly talking about movies and a little about politics/feminism but mostly films.
Then after a month or so, she just stopped PM'ng me back. I didn't think much of it, I figured she was busy or whatever. Then one day (a week ago actually) I get a message in my inbox and it's her...she said she was going to be in my city for two days for a feminist indie film showcase at the university and that she wondered if I could make it.
I replied with "sure I can be there" but inside i was bugging the fúck out.
So I get there well after the movies are shown, and I watch her on stage with the panel - hippie college white kids everywhere asking them questions etc etc...Afterwards in the lobby, the college kids huddled around the keynote speakers (including my actress friend), and I wasn't about to pass up on the opportunity to at least see her in person so I wait in line holding my little beverage looking stupid - I swear I was the only cat there without earrings all in his face and looked like he showered within the past 4 days.
So I finally get up to her with absolutely NOTHING to say in regards to what the conference was about, and I just say "hey" looking like a straight up dork. Her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, she hugged me and was said "OMG i just knew you were going to come!" after that I just zoned out, she was saying something to me but I was tripping off the fact that A) I was meeting this woman, B) she just hugged me and was giving me all of her attention. She had to finish up with some photo ops and what not but told me not to go anywhere and to wait.
Now, all the hippie film chicks are looking at me like i'm a walking Tofu burger thinking I'm famous or whatever. So she finally wrapped it up and low and behold, she comes right over to me - no entourage or anything, just HERSELF. She wanted to go OUT! I mean she was completely adamant about going out and getting a drink etc etc. So I took her to a hippie spot downtown, we sat in the corner in the dark and just talked for about 2 hours. I was drilling her with questions about some of the work she had done, the industry, rambling off like a complete groupie at 100 mph - and in the middle of one of my statements she put her hand on my knee and said "your place or my hotel room"...I heard what she said even though the rock music was loud as hell - but i said "COME AGAIN?"
She leaned all on my ear and said "YOUR PLACE, OR MY ROOM I AM READY TO GET OUT OF HERE"
So when we got to my spot, she made a B-line to my restroom, came back out and looked at my DVD collection. and what was WEIRD was that I was watching her and she thumbed RIGHT PAST a movie that she was in and didn't say SHÍT. I just thought that was cool as ***...anyway she pulls out this one dvd in my collection and says "I love this movie" and asks if she can watch it.
I put the movie in and we are talking about it and how fast they talk in the movie etc etc...next thing I know about 30 minutes in2 the movie, we are kissing. My heart is beating at 300 mph, her shoes were off and she was straddling me. We kissed for about 3 minutes non-stop we didn't even stop to breathe. She felt how hard I was, hiked up that skirt, pulled me out and put me inside her. Nope, no condom.
When I usually fúck women, I like to suck títties and slap ***. With her, she was so gorgeous and I was in such shock that all I did was let her do her thing. How she liked to fúck was simple: She was about 3 inches from my face just staring at me and she had both of her hands on the side of my head as to hold my eyes steady with hers...every now and again she would make a little moan or grunt but for the most part she was dead silent.
We both still had our clothes on (which i like anyway) and she kept speeding up and speeding up grinding faster and faster. I wanted to *** so bad and the only thing that kept me from not *** was that movie. I kept hearing that movie and focusing on the scenes to take my mind off of the moment. So what i wanted to happen did - I heard her say softly "oh my god...oh my g-" and she just gushed all over my pants.
So now I was weirded out because I didn't have on a condom and I was ready to bust which is something I don't do. I told her that I was about to *** and she grabbed my face and kissed me and said "*** inside me and look at me" so what was I going to say, NO? So i did it and while i was doing it, she was STUDYING MY FACE. it was wierd but I mean she is a hollywood chick so what else was she suppose to do?
So that was that. She rolled over, laid down finished watching the movie...she lit up a cigarette (which i do not allow in my house normally lol) and she said "you have such beautiful facial features and eyes...you would make a beautiful woman" we laughed and *** the shít about THAT ***ít comment until the movie was over...she eventually left, we hugged and gave a little pop kiss. and that was that.
mane a long time ago i was hittin dis chick, and i was beating it up and sh!t, and her eyes and sh!t started rolling just like you see in them scary movies, she had came multiple times, but when i stopped, man she just laid there, wasn't moving or nuttin with her eyes closed.i was scared *** hell. ain no what i did to her...lol i guess she was either sleep or exhausted. dat sh!t was crazy...lol
***. You can ask if you want. It did really happen but it wouldn't be classy if I said who it was... and I really am a normal guy. Honestly. But thanks anyways.
I have LOTS of freaky experiences I can write about or adapt, but honestly most of them won't really make a good whole story, you know.
I'm looking forward to reading yours.
@ mzkb...thanks!!!!
@ handsome...did it bother you that she didn't moan?
<---don't moan or groan either lol
were you nervous cause she's a celeb?
i'm assuming you would do it again...lol
i'm going to scold you for not strapping up ((insert scolding and finger pointing here)), but wasn't it heavenly touching the walls of a celeb? lol
what if she ends up preg? kinda bittersweet huh?
My bad, I see where you thought this was recently. I was writing the story as it happened 3 years ago.
"@ handsome...did it bother you that she didn't moan?"
I don't know, I was kind of freaked out she was even there to be honest. I didn't know what to expect. It didn't bother me that much, it was just the fact I was looking up at her in such a position.
"were you nervous cause she's a celeb?"
Yeah, because I used to watch her as a kid. She's not THAT old, but I'm quiet a bit younger than her.
"i'm assuming you would do it again...lol"
HELL YEAH. lol.
"but wasn't it heavenly touching the walls of a celeb? lol"
I had never been star struck until that moment. I swear I felt like I was literally watching a movie or something.
"what if she ends up preg? kinda bittersweet huh?"
It was three years ago. I haven't heard from her since. I hope she took the morning after pill. I haven't seen her with no kid on t.v. thank god.
Handsome - Then after a month or so, she just stopped PM'ng me back. I didn't think much of it, I figured she was busy or whatever. Then one day (a week ago actually) I get a message in my inbox and it's her...she said she was going to be in my city for two days for a feminist indie film showcase at the university and that she wondered if I could make it.
This paragraph states it was a week ago... so Im confused? did the sexual exp happen three years ago or last week?
Im gonna give the *** end of this story. I met a chick. She was married to an nfl player. She was the regional manager for victoria's secret. She looked like a skinnier version of kimora lee simmons. She had a butterfly tatted on her ***. I hit it from the front and back. She begged me to take my *** out and let her suck it.
I told her she had to get on top. She hopped on top and 15 minutes later begged me to pull it out and let her suck it. I did. I came on her face. We talked for a lil bit and everyone like happily ever after
THE END
Credits
Louis Black as himself Vicky Secrets as herself Produced by louis black Directed by louis black Written by Louis Black Performed by Louis Black Funded by Vicky secrets Music- Jodeci's first album Special Effects- Universal Studios StuntMan- Louis Black Makeup- Vicky Secrets Background-Momma's house
((pulls out a ciggy and lights it))
We were *** nekkid in the woods, when the midget named Sasha and I spotted the female elf taking a bath in the hot springs. The elf's nipples sparkled as the sun light glistened off her tidday meat. The elf threw her long hair back and shook it side to side before she proceeded to bathe and do breast strokes.
I said "Sasha, I believe she is the chosen wench to travel on our journey." But Sasha was engulfed in lust as she stared at the elf's chesticles. The midget told me to hide behind the tree as she crept towards the elf like a lion ready to pounce. The excitement was too much to bear, as I removed the *** ring from my leather pouch and dropped my britches. (to be cont.)
Ok, this one happened a while back. And once again please do not ask me "who she is". And this really isn't an erotic story to be honest so don't expect to get wet or a hard on.
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Ok, so a while back, I went to California to discuss selling my script to these movies executives. Now I met these guys in L.A. and they put up in a hotel around there. So once I've finished my business in L.A., I stay out at my uncle's house in Dublin, California, a nice little suburb.
So moving on, me and my uncle drive down to this beach in the Oakland area. The women are looking fine and everything. I had never seen women so many fine women rollerskating, half naked, looking fine and toned. Now I couldn't roller skate to save my life because I had never done that before... but I had to try and holla at one of these females. So I pitifully attempt at trying to skate when I catch the eye of some fine looking woman. She's laughing playfully at me at my attempts at skating. I can't remember what I said exactly but it was something along the lines of "You gonna help a brother out?" I remember what she said after wards though : "Oh my God, you have an English accent. That's so sexy." :)
So we're skating together and all that. She's taken in by my English accent and charm. We go to the beach and lie out there to tan. I swear, her body was glistening, glowing, radiant as hell. I was robbing that lotion in every part of her anatomy like there was no tomorrow. To be honest, I was kind of surprised her very liberal she was about her sexuality and everything... but I would find out later why.
So we get some ice creams, chill out. Discuss England, America, life etc. I'm really feeling this female. I mean she was smart. She had a degree, she was philosophical and had a sexy *** Texan accent. So I tell my uncle I'll meet him at his house later on ***, because I'm hanging out with her right? So we literally stay out at the beach all ***, talking. We're really connecting and everything. I mean, I had only known her for a day but I swear I wanted to wifey this woman. Maybe it seemed like puppy love but who knows?
So now, it's 3am, and she wants to take me to her home. She lives in Dublin too so it was convenient for both of us. I was kind of shocked at how fast she moved because I wasn't used to females being that aggressive when it comes to making that move. I assumed it's just an American thing. So, I get to her house and I notice these kids toys laying about. She told me she had a daughter and she was raising her by herself. I was kind of surprised she never mentioned it before but then again I didn't ask her.
So we're going at it (foreplay wise), kissing, touching and all that. Before we get down to the nitty gritty, she tells me that she's a porn star. Now at first, I was kind of ***, because I was all up on this woman and I don't know where that mouth has been. She kind of spotted my reluctance after she told me. She could tell I was uncomfortable and everything. She's all like "Please don't judge me, blah blah, I'm really feeling you." Now, I wasn't about to pass up this offer right?
So I had to strap up of course, we do our thing and I'm telling you, she was a beast. I swear I had to punch the brick wall with my bare hands because she was killing me. No lie.
So she drops me off at my uncle's house the next morning. She tells me she's off to do her "other" job (non-pornographic one) and pick up her daughter from her friend's house. So over the weeks, we talk on the phone, meet up, bang etc. Now I was staying out in California for two months. While I'm hanging out with this female, I meet her daughter. The daughter really gets on well with me. Now she's looking at me like hubby material, saying how "Wow, you could make a great dad." I'm kind of thrown off by this because for one... I don't think I could ever take on someone else's kid, especially a porn stars. There's too much emotional conflict going on. I kind of feel sorry for the daughter because one day, either her or her friends will see what her mother used to do for a living. I'm not judging, but I'm thinking "***, this little girl is going to grow up resenting her mother one day."
But I found myself getting suckered in. We're going out together like a real family. I start growing attached to this girl and her daughter. I mean really attached. I tried not to because I knew I had to leave soon. The real messed up part is, was when the daughter started calling me "daddy." I swear, that messed me up. The girl's mother tries to convince to stay in California. She wants me to move stay out there and actually starts discussing plans. It eventually never happened and it was probably the most heartbreaking thing that ever happened to me. I still talk to her now and again but ***... I still wonder what if? Can you really love a female like that?
***My Uninvited Guest***
*** seems different. Different than most ***. I shower and wash away the day's stress and slip on my favorite *** gown. Go downstairs, grab a cold bottled water from the fridge and make my way back upstairs, look around my room. . I glance at the monitor. Should I get online and chat with an unsuspecting guest ***? Naw. . . I think I will watch the discovery channel instead. I plop onto my over sized bed for one, grab the remote and hit the power button. I crack open my water and sip what I hope is spring water and not expensively bottled tap water. It tastes crisp, but that may just be the chill. As I settle into my down comforters and *** my weight till I feel just right, someone enters my mind. channel 42, The Fulani Tribe. As interesting as the show seems, this person just will not leave my head. Why am I thinking of him. I try to direct my attention back to the young girl on the screen. She is very beautiful, her heavy jewelry, body paint, and hair spark my curiosity, but only for a moment. There he is again. Tall dark and handsome. His body chiseled to perfection, his lips full and soft, skin the color of smooth chocolate.
I replay his words over and over and over again in my mind. What did he mean by that? He has me headtrippin & that's a crying shame! I think to myself, *** he is so fine, and when I say fine I'm not just speaking of the obvious. He is handsome, but his mind is beautiful. She is only 15 and has to marry her first cousin but is in love with another, now aint that a ***?! Well at least they get a cow. Hmmmm, I wonder what his hands feel like. Does he have a job that requires him to really use his hands, like a construction worker, or maybe a mechanic? Naw, he is probably an author I bet. He is too good with words to not be. Hmph, the old man is reading the cows intestines searching for any misfortune the village may suffer from later. This is some cool ***. I bet he is a great kisser, with lips like those he would have to be. I can just imagine the places he could place those lips of his. . . I think it may be time for a trip. But until then, please let me get back to my show. Hope to talk to you soon my uninvited guest.
**FOOD FOR THOUGHT**
While snacking on some seedless grapes and strawberries, I found myself lost in thought. As I bit down on my 3rd grape, it popped inside my mouth releasing all of its juicy sweet insides. I *** it around my warm mouth, separating the skin from the seed itself, and felt all tingly in my tummy at the succulent taste. The water glistened on each grape perfectly making it appear almost plastic like. They shined individually, each pleasantly round. Next, I rolled my finger tips along the bright red strawberry. It was slightly rough to the touch and I could smell its sweetness. Its green leaves adding to its attractiveness. I'm one for playing with my food so I couldn't help but glide the strawberry across my lips. Then teasing my tongue, I slowly slipped in inside, pulling it out before my taste buds could get catch hold of it's taste. I licked my lips and shivered at the thought of how good this was going to taste! I bit down on this strawberry passionately and twirled half of it around my cheeks. Sucking the remainder of juices from the base of the strawberry, I finished it happily. I was making love to my food when this sickening feeling came over me! What if... this was not how a strawberry and grapes were supposed to taste?
What if... I was being tricked by my mind, a powerful thing. What if, my mind allowed me to imagine how a grape and strawberry would taste, and I believed it? But how would I even know if I didn't have something to compare the taste to in the very beginning? What if?? ***... I was really *** up over this! I no longer wanted my tasty treats... I just wanted to curl up and cry, for I feared I was going mad! I made love to my fruit, and it in turn had broke my heart. . . . But because I love food toooo *** much, I felt it was necessary to pick up the dvd control, hit the power button and not continue watching the Matrix, starring Keanu Reeves. He was something to look at, but I loved my strawberries and grapes dearly and wasn't yet ready to part with them just yet. "Ignorance is Bliss"
@Stallion - So you're a screenwriter as well? Welcome to the club ((High Fives))
On the topic: I havent been in that situiation, but my older brother got out the navy and all he do is bang single mothers. He spoils the kids until he find another single mom then he bounce. Our mother already denounced him cause he's ruined quite a few households. Personally, I'd date a single mother...(non pornostar tho) but I WOULD NEVER take on the title as the childs 'father' without the Man Law stipulations...
@ Joelleen
***. I knew this thread would bring out the freaks (evil laugh) my plan is coming together. But for real, I liked those stories. Have you ever thought of getting into writing erotic novels as a job?
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@ Mister_Meaner
What are the man law stipulations? And for me personally, growing up in a house with 5females and one dad, I've always been very empathetic towards females and their emotions. That's why when I was hanging out with that woman and her kid, I knew it was going to be emotional once I left them. It was like "should I get out my cape and save her?" But she had chosen that lifestyle, it's not in my hands what she does. I mean, she was serious about quitting the business for me. But for one, I don't believe a leopard ever change's it's spots. She was always going to be a freak whether it was on or off camera. It's a shame really, she could have done so much better.
@Handsome
I actually started writing a *** story a while back... and its somewhat erotic... but i was just writing it for fun! but ya know Zane started out just posting *** stories online and look at her now! hmmmmm
maybe i should...
btw... i already mentioned before i have freaky like behavior...this aint nothing new lol
@Stallion: I don't like to judge people for their profession, but in certain situations I have to use the Man Law. In this case I would only take on the Father Title if (1) The child was too young to remember their real father. (2) The father is deceased. (3) If I marry their mother and build up enough credit to earn that title from Step Dad to Dad.
I know if I was a father and me and the mother separated, I would hate to hear my kid call him 'daddy' as well.
@Fiya - WORKING is all I've been doing!!! Happy that I gotta new fone to keep up with the Tom Foolery that goes on on the internet world!
Lets see...planning a vacay, then I gotta go to LA for a meeting, then Texas for a wedding so I got some fun lined up!
Are you building a portfolio? And what you mean I'm heavy! ((burps and eats another burger)) lol
@ Joelleen
That's how I kind of started out. Before the internet, I sent my *** stories to some newspapers and competitions. When I got some positive feedback, I went into script writing and now I may have a series commissioned. So try it, you never know.
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@ Mister_Meaner. The girl was three years old at the time. The father had always been a dead beat. I'm not sure if he left because of the baby mama's profession but he still should've been there. I was young at the time anyways, I wasn't ready for that kind of responsibility. And me move out to California with no real plan? Nah, it was too risky. I love kids but I'd rather raise my own first before I take on someone elses.
okay here's a fantasy of mine that formed when it rained a few months ago. this is how i play it in my mind; so me and him are driving down the road. Its sprinkling a light rain. car breaks down or we run out of gas(which ever) anyways car comes a stop along the deserted road. no one is around to help so he gets out to see what he can do. in my vision he standing over the hood of the car, *** wet from the light rain plastered against his chest, back and shoulders. in my fantasy i'm bold and unabashed so when i see the trickling rain running down his chin, cheeks, ect. i forget about our dilemma of being stranded and walk up to him and lick the droplets away, then i would kiss him, long, deep and slow. so blah blah blah and now we're naked in a nearby grass covered area around a lake. a thin blanket is spread on the ground and he lays back and brings me on top of him. It starts raining harder and thunder would snap and send jolts through my body. The warm wet rain would hit my back. the pace would be easy and controlled, then fluctuate as the storm is getting more vicious. I'm panting but cant hear my breath, my heart is racing, but all i hear is the crack of thunder, i scream but the sound is swallowed up in the storm.
that's pretty much it, nothing dirty really, just *** in the rain. of course there would be round two, three..ect. all different positions and variations.
Okay, I have never shared my writings with others besides friends and family. I wrote this a while back, after seeing this gorgeous man everyday for about 2 months while riding the bus. This is fantasy, none of this actually happened. *sigh* lol I hope you guys enjoy it and please, let me know your thoughts. Forgive the grammical errors, lol and its long, so Handsomestallion, I apologize! LMAO (I cleaned up the dirty words ROFLMAO
The Terminal A *** story by ***. Williams
I commute to work by bus, taking a total of 2 buses to get to my destination. To transfer to my second bus, I have to go to the Eastern Terminal located in the eastern part of my hometown, hence the name. As I got off the bus one breezy Wednesday morning, my eyes zeroed in on the most gorgeous man I have seen in a long time...well, one that really caught my eye and made me stare at him from head to toe. I remembered every inch of him from that day: from the periwinkle button down dress *** that looked like it was made just for him, complimented with navy twill trousers that were creased to perfection. His navy tie with periwinkle stripes moved side to side as he walked briskly to his bus. “He should have secured it with a tie clip.” I thought as I watched him board the waiting bus. That's when I realized: It was the same bus I was about to board. I got on the bus and swiped my monthly pass through the fare box, smiled and greeted the bus driver, and sat down in the first empty seat that I saw. Once I settled into my seat, I placed my bag on the empty seat next to me and stared mindlessly out the window, watching other patrons wonder throughout the terminal and wait patiently for their buses at the allotted booths. I grew bored of people watching, so I turned around to see where Mr. Gorgeous was sitting. He was in the back of the bus, sitting in the far left corner looking out the window. His face was furrowed as if he was deep in thought. Maybe he was thinking about what he has to do at his job today, I do that once in awhile. I tried not to make my staring noticeable, so I stole a few sly glances at him while looking at the other patrons on the bus. As my eyes scanned everyone on the bus, I looked in his direction one last time before I turned back to my window, and I looked dead into his face. ***, I was caught! I smiled weakly and turned quickly. I felt so stupid, I made it obvious that I was staring at him! “Why did you look away so quickly?” A baritone voice said behind me. I turned around, and into the face of the man who caught me staring at his sexy ***. He sat into the recently vacant seat behind me and leaned forward. I zeroed in on everything. His dark complexion was smooth as Nicaraguan coffee, dark brown round, friendly eyes that shone proudly when light hit them, and his smile...a crooked boyish grin that came across as mischievous and naughty, a dangerous combination. His smooth face made him look like he was in his early twenties, and he had dimples so prominent that they were a permanent fixture on his handsome face. “No reason.” I said shrugging my shoulders. “I was staring at your hair.” I was, truthfully. Among other things. He had shoulder length dreadlocks that were neat, pulled back and secured with a navy band. “Your locks are nice and neat. I'm looking to do the same, but not ready to give up my perm just yet.” We laughed. “Well, when you are ready, here's my loctician's (sp) card.” He opened his black leather bag and pulled a sage colored card from one of its many compartments and handed it to me. “She's professional and really quick. Reasonable also. Give her a call and tell her that Jermaine referred you, so I could get a discount!” He said with a laugh. I laughed as well and took the card from his well manicured hand. “Thanks. I'll definitely tell her, and make sure you get your well deserved discount!” I laughed. “Good!” He said. You know my name, I think it is only fair that I know yours..” Jermaine said slyly. He flashed that boyish grin that made me want to pounce his sexy *** right in his seat. “I'm Kamena. Nice to meet you, Jermaine. I apologize for staring. It's rude and when you stared back, I almost died!” I can't believe that I just admitted that! “Likewise, Kamena. And its okay, I stare at people too. I'm better at hiding it than you, though.” He admitted confidently. We broke out laughing and chatted for the duration of our bus ride. The next few months Jermaine and I got to know one another. He was 35 years old, single, and returned from living up north for over ten years. He told me about his family, friends, and recently, his relationship issues. I shared the same things, in addition that I too was in the same relationship boat, I shared my thoughts as well. We became great friends over time. A friend I wouldn't mind screwing the *** out of, but hey, we can't have what we want all of the time. I got off work late one ***, and I managed to catch the last bus leaving where my job was located. As I boarded the bus, I heard my name called. It was Jermaine. He worked late as well. I smiled and made a beeline to the back of the bus and we chatted until we arrived to the Eastern Terminal. We arrived just in time to see both of our buses leaving simultaneously. “***, that was my bus!” I yelled in frustration. “Mine as well.” He said. “Looks like we have an hour to kill..” He sat down on the bench and placed his bag in the empty seat next to him. “No, we have 90 minutes to kill. The buses run every 90 minutes after 7:00.” I replied sitting next to his bag. “Ah well, we can keep each other company while we wait, right?” He said with optimism. “Right.” I said in agreement. We chatted for about a half hour when things took a turn, and I mean a turn for the better. The topic was favorite sexual positions. I know, I was asking for it. “Kamena, what's your favorite sexual position?” He asked curiously. “What?” “You heard me.” He started to laugh. “Tell me, no one will know but us and the sky.” I stared at him. “*** it, mine is on top. Deeper penetration, and I control the situation.” I smirked and asked him the same question. “No doubt, same position. I don't mind letting a woman control the situation. I find it to be a huge turn on.” He leaned forward and stared out at the darkness. We both sat quiet and stared into the darkness for a few minutes. I think we both were thinking of what it would be like to be in that position together. Well, I was thinking about it. “Kamena, would you be upset with me if I said that I wanted to kiss you?” He stared at me with those round friendly eyes that now were boring a hole into my ample, slightly exposed cleavage. “Not at all.” I replied quietly. “I'd let you if you did it right now.” I surprised myself with my bold reply. He stood up, reached for my hand and lead me to a darker bus booth. The bus for that stop stopped running hours ago, so we were guaranteed to be uninterrupted. We grabbed our bags and walked to the quiet spot quietly, I was thinking about what was about to transpire, and no doubt he was thinking the same. We reached the bus stop and he sat down and pulled me into his lap. It was so dark and we were wearing dark clothing so I could barely see anything. We kissed. We started off slow, intertwining our tongues and exploring one another. He tasted of Peppermint Altoids. I didn't see him pop it into his mouth while we walked. Smooth. Our kiss deepened and I let our a soft moan. I hope he was getting turned on as much as me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and sucked on his tongue, while he slipped his right hand up my skirt and caressed my thighs. His touch sent shivers up my thighs and shocks to my love button. I *** and sighed, hoping that he would catch on and further explore my private regions. He did. His hand slid further, reached between my legs, pulled my panties to the side and he pressed down on my button with his thumb. I leaned into him when he touched my hot spot. Closing my eyes, I was the guitar and he strummed me passionately, creating our own song about lust and animalistic cravings. My button swelled under his superb strumming and I began to rock in his lap. I was getting hotter by the minute and ready for him to put out the fire he started. I broke our kiss and moaned loudly. “Jermaine..” I said huskily. “Would you be offended if I said that I wanted you to take me right here, right now?” I stood up, hiked up my A-line skirt and straddled him, grinding my *** into his lap. He said nothing and since it was pitch black where we were, I couldn't read his face. He pushed me off of him and unbuckled his pants, grabbed my left hand and placed it inside. I knew what to do from there. I stroked his semi erect manhood to full attention, and this next move shocked the *** outta me: I leaned forward and took him into my warm mouth, and went to town. He inhaled sharply and moaned my name softly and repeatedly. I licked and sucked him swiftly, changing my pace once in a while. He rocked his hips and met my mouth movement gracefully, aiding me with my mission by placing his hand on the back of my head and guiding me gently with bringing him to ecstasy. Just as I felt his explosion bubbling to the surface, he pulled himself out of the confines of my mouth. “Get into our favorite position and take control.” He said, his voice full of passion. I was already in position before he could finish his sentence. I sunk down on his manhood and we groaned in unison. starting our mating ritual. I started off with a slow and steady bounce. I freed his gorgeous locks and ran my fingers through them while he gripped my hips and matched my movements. We moaned, groaned, cursed, and kissed our way into the abyss of estasy and bliss. I rode him faster as my own climax rose. I called his name and purred, nipping and licking at his neck. He released my hips to rip open my button down ***, popping off the buttons in the process, pulled out my breasts from my bra and sucked both my nipples as I rode him recklessly. Thank God I had a camisole under my ***. He licked and bit my nipples, which drove me over the cliff and into the deep abyss of bliss. I screamed his name as my gates blew open and drenched his manhood with my juices. I gripped him tightly and tightened the grip I had on his manhood, and rode my stallion over the finish line to claim his prize: joining me into the land of bliss. He growled my name into the starry sky and exploded inside of me, throwing is head back and moaning as he emptied his tank. He held my waist as he recovered from his release. We came back to Earth and he looked at his watch. “Our buses will be here soon.” He said No words exchanged between after his announcement. I got off his lap, smoothed out my clothing while he did the same, and walked back to our respective bus stops hand in hand to wait for our ride home. When we were back into a lit area, we gave each other a once over and laughed. We looked a mess, especially Jermaine. He had a huge wet spot in front of his pants. “Maybe I should have taken them off.” He said and placed his bag in front of him to hide our naughty evidence of passion. I laughed and kissed his cheek. “Give me your dry cleaning bill the next time you see me or buy a new outfit, and I'll gladly pay for it.” “No need, call it even for ripping the buttons off your *** and wrinkling your skirt.” He *** back. We laughed and kissed once more, then parted ways when our respective buses arrived. I boarded mine and looked over at his, he waved and blew me a kiss. I did the same. The driver gave me a once over, shaking his head and smiled at me. I wonder if he knew... Who cares? I sat in the back and replayed the event over and over in my head until I arrived home safely. I showered and collapsed in my bed, dreaming about what went down at the Terminal. God, I love riding the bus.
The following is a true story. My name is a name that can be used for either a guy or a girl and it had always been a fantasy of mine to have "relations" with a girl who shared my name. My senior year in college I met a girl whose name matched mine, who happened to be absolutley gorgeous I mean she had a great shape, perfect shape, and nice full lips. When I told her my name she didn't believe me and I had to show her my ID to prove it to her. She came over to my apartment and I happened to be watching a Major college football game. As we were sitting there she said, "the running back is my boyfriend". At first I thought she was playing until she showed me his number in her phone along with a host of pics with her and his family (they were from the same home town). At that point I just knew I had no chance at getting with her I mean her man was a NFL bound running back. When the game was over she called him and congratulated him on the win and his 100+ yards in rushing. After she hung up she went into my room and got naked we did the nasty and I must admit I was a little unnerved that she was dating a famous college running back. Our fling went on for months it only ended when my girlfriend found out. The college running back now plays in the NFL and is still very famous. Whenever I see him on TV I think of her and smile on the inside...Who knew fufilling my weird fantasy would put me one person away from knowing an NFL RB.
Something to combat the ***. Long but true...
Him and I had been talkin via internet for some months. We would flirt but we were just coo - we never discussed hookin up tho he lives in my city. He was incredibly funny tho and just a beautiful specimen of a man lol, which kept me chattin with him. Never talked on the phone tho he had given me his number and said call any time any hour. I stored it and forgot about it. We continued to talk...he would say what he wanted to and would do to me...got me real hot *** bothered several times only to crack a joke and spoil the whole atmosphere...which I liked. He actually reminded me of one of my close male friends, which was a plus too. Not to mention, he was a Detective and juz on his *** on so many levels...I could respect that.
One evening, I'm leaving a club with my girls when he pops into my mind...yeah I was on that lol I called him and he answers...half sleep...half surprised...clearly excited. He's like, "Baby?....U comin to see me?" No hello. No nothing! I was so taken aback. I stuttered, "H-hey...it's (my name)." He laughs..."I know iz you, girl. You comin to see me?" I'm still taken aback so I juz laugh nervously. "Uuuuuuh, witcha doing?" Big laugh this time. "I was sleep gul...it's 3am." Now I feel dumb as hell cause I'm punkin out...but ***! He had a sexy *** voice...it was as if he read my mind. "***, (my name). You got a sexy voice gurl. I knew it with that sexy mouth you got...big juicy lip havin ***." We laugh again. Pregnant pause....then he says, "(My name)." Not a question but a statement...."Come see me." And that was that. I was there 15 mins later.
I get to the door after seeing the doorman and taking the elevator to the 11th floor. Walked slowly down the hall...took a few deeps breaths...ran my fingers thru my hair...smeared my gloss....rang the bell. When he opened the door, I was blasted in the face with the smell of Egyptian Musk incense, I think...and his cologne: Gio by Armani. ***....this fcuker was beautiful. He stood about 6'4"...butterscotch complexion....the blackest of black hair and beautiful brows. His smile covered *** near his whole face...juz lovely and white. But it was his eyes....his intense fcukin eyes that almost knocked me over. Before I could fully react to him he was embracing me sooooo tight I was up off my feet. His lips were on my neck and his was taking a deeeeeeeep breath. His arms wrapped completely around my body and ***, was he hard and strong. Broad shoulders and juz rock *** hard every. All I could do was wrap my arms around his neck and hold him back. We stood that way for what seemed like forever...then finally. He put me down...took my hand and twirled me. "GOT *** girl comeer"...another looooong embrace.
His place was.....it was just decked out. Juz decked the hell out lol The lights were dim....candles were lit and his fire place was blazing. Exposed brick was everywhere...cherry floors...very clean and modern. Perfect for a man but then he had *** stem roses in a shallow vase. A colorful painting that stood out to me. A red leather chair in the corner. Little things that made the decor impressive. "Check out the place," he said, gesturing for me to walk around. "And take off those shoes cause I know yo feet hurt" LOL Always the jokester....makin me laugh and feel comfy. I compiled and gave myself a tour. ***. 3 bedrooms, 2 baths...and not a female's or child's item to be found. Check!
When I came back to the living room he had a glass of red wine for me and was sippin on one. I took it and we sat on the black leather couch. That's when he started to stare at me with those *** eyes. "Whaaaaaat?" I said. "(My name) you are gorgeous girl." I'm blushin like an idiot when he sit his glass down, bends down and lifts both my feet unto his lap...then begins to massage. "Betta have some soft feet," and we laugh again. His hands are stroooooong and I was enjoying the massage. I was holdin the drink still..sippin it and trying to stay composed when his hands moved to my ankles...then my calves until they were grippin under my knees. He begin to gently slide my body closer to him...like it was nothing! I sat the drink down trying to reposition my dress which was hiking up. He yanked me fast!!! And I was right up on him...his mouth inches from mine. I was damned near startled but those eyes...I was entranced. Then he spoke...always referring to me by name and causing my cat to pulsate..."(My name) I've wanted to juz kiss those lips for sooooooo long. Can I just kiss you?" I was lookin in his eyes...breath leavin my lungs kinda fast and not speaking. He didn't wait for my answer. He placed the sweeetest, softeeeeest kiss on my lips...then another...and another....then a looooong one that seemed to last forever. I was lost in him and him in me, though he was always in total control. I had forgotten my dress was damned near around my waist.
When he stopped he placed his hand around my throat...yes my throat. I didn't know how to react. I just remained entranced in his eyes...taking deep breaths trying to stay composed. If I had a tail it would have been wagging lol He finally spoke, "Your heart is racing"....he had been checking my pulse. Got ***, this dude was too much. He looked down at my pink lace thong which was peekin from under neath my dress and back up at me. I was still not talking. Stunned. His hand was still at my throat and he began pushin me back by my throat...surprisingly, the sensation was erotic and turned me on even more. I was lyin down now when he threw one leg around his back and stared down...between my legs....with that intense *** stare. I just laid there...then he looked back up, not movin his head but only his eyes. They were deeeep and juz UGH!! "Can I see something (my name)?", he asked me. I juz noded. Then he was nibblin...on the outside...of my thong. Finally a sound escaped me and I moaned LOUD. He looked up, stopping for a milisecond...grinned then kept nibblin. Mouthin. Biting gently. Suckin! Yes. This went on for a loooong time until I creamed my thong and his leather couch. In a few swift moves, he was between my legs...both my feets were on the floor now. He stood up and took off his ***. Got ***. He had a tribal tattoo over his heart, covering his whole pec....which ran up his neck and down the entire length of his arm. A full sleeve. It was the most beautiful, intricate tattoo I'd seen. Then he started unbucklin his pants and I thought, "Wow, we're gonna fcuk already?" But as fast as he dropped his pants, he dropped to his knees and were between mine....takin off my thong slow while lookin right in my eyes....then lifting my dress over my head...still lookin in my eyes. Once I was completely nude....he juz started staring again. Ugh...I was damned near embarrassed but then he spoke, "(My name).....Your body.....YOU are like art baby." Got dammit. I was ready to do whatever with this man. And after he licked and sucked and tongued my *** until I came TWICE...I pretty much did. That was the first of many erotic meetings with him.
