Cum On

I have skeet anxiety.
I'll be the first to admit it.
I'm willing to try almost anything, but I don't know what it is about cum..I'm just not a fan of it.
Maybe because it looks like thick...white...flem. Like somebody coughed up a chunky lougie out their throat.
My baby was the first to cum on me...he made this big deal about wanting to cum on my chest and after thinking about it for a minute...I was like ok...lets do this. Well baby boy got a little too excited that I added this new twist to our sexual rendezvous and in his excitement...some of his ejaculate ended up on my cheek. Please believe I freaked the hell out. I'm looking at him and saying...I can't believe you skeeted on my face and he's looking at me and saying...my bad I did't mean to. Well lets just say that messed up the rest of the night and it ended with repeated apologies from him and repeated...it happened, don't let happen agains from me.
Well now he's made it a habit to try to work cumming on my chest or some other part of me into our foreplay. I think I'm becoming immune to it, but he's beginning to want to test the waters of cumming in my mouth. In high school one of my white homeboys Jason spun this tail of cumming in his girlfriend Laura's mouth and her spitting it back into his. I was mortified and took a silent oath to neva eva...eva...be caught in such a predicament.
So as our relationship progresses and he continues to please me...my mind keeps wondering over to the possibility of surprising him and just letting him do it. Assume the porn star position...lean my head back and just open wide. We'll just keep a napkin handy...you know for clean up. One stipulation...he can't get it in my eyes.

honeycomb lovin' to the unloved

"what are you wearing?" he whispered
"how bout you come over and find out.." i responded
"are you fuckin with me or will it be worth my time?"
"baby i am always worth the effort but you know what they say curiousity killed the cat..."
"i tryin to kill the cat tonight"
"i like that"
"i'll be over in ten minutes"
i came down the stairs eight minutes later in a bustier and matching panties. i've always wanted to greet a man in lingerie as soon as i open my door. it was cold as hell but he was surprised to see me standing at the door. he licked his lips and then cornered me into the nearest wall. his cold lips pressed up against mine for the next few minutes as he rubbed his hands all over my backside. i lifted my legs around his waist and he lifted me into the air.

"lets go upstairs" he whispered pulling away from my lips. he carried me up the stairs with my legs still around his waist to my candle lite room. van hunt hummed in the background. i have never kissed a man that i don't love so intensely. we kissed and kissed and then he finally preceded to undress me. i guided his head down to my waist and allowed him to taste me. i allowed him to play with me with his tongue. then i proceed to taste his love. after the oral adventure i climbed on top of his man hood and he thrusted hisself inside of me. i moaned and moaned until i couldn't take the pleasure of the roller coaster ride. we switched and stared in each others eyes as he thrusted his love stick inside. we made love that night three times. slept all morning and made love again before he left that afternoon. i have never made love to man i didn't love until that night.


based on a true story.....

When I Ruled the World

Music intensifies sex...
Makes it more alive....more vibrant...
It draws out ones inner rhythms and takes you along on a synchopated journey through lust.
I can still remember the very first cd I had sex to. TP-2 had just come out and I was still on my R. Kelly high. My man went to use the restroom and I slipped out of the bed to retrieve my cd and placed it in the player. I rolled on my side and patiently waited for him to return. I closed my eyes and imagined him slowly sliding in and out of me as the beats and tempos began to mingle with our moans of passion... our expressions of ecstasy. He climbed back into the bed and gently began to rub my back. I slowly rolled back over and looked him in the eyes. He smiled and asked me what I wanted to do. I replied in no more than a whisper, "Push play." Seconds later R. Kelly's presence was felt...his directions simple...hit it hard from the back... My man grinned slyly and whispered before he kissed me...you so nasty. Hmmm....he may not have had the biggest dick in the world, but that man knew how to work with what he had.
All but two of my sexual experieces since have had some sort of music in the backdrop. Usually some sort of soft R&B.. something melodic...something sexy.
My homeboy had told me about having sex to Lil Wayne and Chingy...and my reply was that's so not sexy...never. I've since learned to never say never.
Ever been sexed to Nas...I have...and to date its been the best sex of my life. Each stroke catching the beat of the song. It got so good to him, my baby had to stop midstoke and start the song over...damn I'll never be able to listen to If I Ruled the World the same ever again.

Based on True Story....

Erotique

This blog is about sex...plain and simple...enjoy