There is a knock at the door.
I look through the peep hole, he is standing there.
I am surprise to see him...
“What’s up?” I whisper
“I am” he replies.
With a sheepish grin, I reply... “Oh... I can fix that.”
I got on my knees, in the hallway, at the door
I unbuckle his belt, pull the zipper down, then the pants
His dick is straining against his briefs.
My cat jumps at the sight of this.
I pull his briefs down... his shaft springs out and bounces on my nose...we chuckle at this
I gently suck on the tip of his head
I stick my tongue in it and start to massage him
I close my eyes and relish at the taste of him
I circle the tip of his penis every now again, placing the tip of my tongue on the hole
I take all of him
His entire penis in my mouth, and gently suck on him
pulling him in and out of my mouth like if he is fucking my crotch
he starts to move his hips slowly
I allow him to change the rhythm and create his own pace
he stops periodically, just to feel the moment
I push him from my mouth and suckle on the head of his dick
utilizing my tongue ever so often,
he stops me... and gently pushes his shaft into my mouth
in and out in and out in and out, each time, doing it harder...I am keeping up.
He is my man and I know him well.
I give him a slight grip so he can feel some tightness
his breathing is laboured, he grips the back of my head
in and out in and out in and out in and out
he screams my name
now... I get the full taste of him.
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Damn Damn Damn
ReplyDeletelol lol lol alright skylib
ReplyDeleteWell I would like someone to knock at my door...right about now!!
ReplyDeletethis is so tantalizing. more.
ReplyDeleteThanks allot ! Now I'm touching myself
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ReplyDeleteHeaded up the stairs I wondered what mood I'd find her in
She's deep intellect, quirky scholar, playful free spirit,
Bohemian artist, Orisha goddess and sex kitten all rolled into one
I love all and I can take a slice of each tonight
It's nearing 2 in the morning
I can't help but think how, before her
this would be the time I'd be leaving.
Leaving her - whoever she was at the time -
soaked, spent, satisfied and sleeping
sprawled on her back with a contented snore
But Suka was another story
I don't mind the Sun sneaking a peak and seeing our secret
Stretched out limbs entwined, her locs draping my chest
Damn
that thought made my man jump
He's who brought me out to have a convo with her.
Her door. Plain white sheetboard.
Nothing like the smooth polished mahogany length of her
Lithe as a willow, thick-thighed like a mango tree.
I knock.
"What's up?"
That low molasses-dripped honey-toned throat.
I ache to fill her.
"I am"
No clever line, no preamble; she strips me bare, raw and pulsing.
The corners of her mouth quirk and her eyes glint in the hall light
"Oh... I can fix that"
I go to take a step forward, but her hands on my hips halt me
Down to her knees she goes
Right there, in her half-open doorway
in the wide-open hall
My belt, my zip, my composure
Undone.
Her grin widens at the evidence of what thoughts of her have been doing to me all night long.
She slowly nuzzles her face along my length,
the planes of her high cheekbones, her downy-soft cheeks,
her full, island-bred lips
She inhales me
taking me in to her very toe-tips.
Her hair tickles my lower belly
Kinky.
Seems fitting.
Nibbling at my tip through the cloth
she hooks those long pianist's fingers over my hip and frees me
I spring out
crouching panther, hidden dragon
I bob against her lioness nose
We chuckle, the first sound in seeming aeons.
It breaks the thin skin of civility.
Leaning forward slightly she takes the tip of me into the couch of her tongue
Like a first slow sip of wine
or tequila
or extra-old Mount Gay rum that she introduced me to at the festiv...
Damn!
My hips flinch as she slips the tip of her tongue into the tip of me
those fingers again gripping, tugging
pulling me deeper
They say eye contact is critical, but there's something about her letting her eyelids drift closed
Like she was enjoying a liquorice stick as a girl
Or, what was it again, a suckabubby?
She always laughed when she said that
Rich, throaty laugh, with a hint of that childlike spirit
That throat...
She's been doing a corkscrew cocktail on my head,
working it a bit farther in each time
Counter-clockwise with both hands.
Now
she takes me in
Her jaw relaxed like when she throws her head back and laughs in wild abandon
at some silly little thing, like a dog sniffing at a bird on the sidewalk
or a butterfly landing on a cat's nose
Butterfly kisses
her cat
How I love to kiss her
She keeps her smooth-skinned for me
and always ready
frisky
eager to play
Beyond moist: soaking
Soaking in a warm bath after a week of hard work
That's what this feels like
like sliding inch by inch into hot foamy liquid,
feeling it claim my body for its own
Ohhhh hell
Sweet sin
She condemns and saves me all in one
Fell swoop
Flashback: that day in the borough when she'd remarked that I looked like
one swell foop
and laughed again when I asked her what that meant.
Island talk
Island tongue
Iron throat coated in velvet
For her I'd give the whole nine
And in her I am home.
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ReplyDeleteThe sound of her, wet around me
Like the sea tide sucking at rocks at Bathsheba
One of those spots back home she loves
Submerged, deep in there
She's taken all of me
A drowning man's heaven
She grabs my hips again and pulls me to her
while bobbing her head
Lightly grazing her teeth as I ease out
Her warmth welcoming me like an old friend each stroke back in
Aye aye aye
I slow wine like her carnival rhythms were rolling through me
Sweet strains of soca beggin me fi grind
Maybe the same thing's playing in her head;
She starts to hum
her throat, her lips vibrating against me
rippling through my bones
Hands at her temples, fingers full of locs
I stop
Damnnnnnnnnnnnnn
Baby baby, too sweet, too sweet
two sweet too sweet, lord
She pushes me out, attacking my head again
Swollen, purple black and pink like a fat pork
Suckling like she's sucking the soft meat off a kennip
Ackee she calls it
But not the Jamaican stuff that's like scrambled egg
She's scrambling my thoughts now, good lord
I can't take the teasing
Back in, one smooth long glide
No hitching, no gagging,
Her throat knows me well
Every inch of her in fact
MY woman
Pick up rhythm again
Pace
Yes
yes
yes
Her head bobbing in time now like sea swells
steel pan
coconut palms in the wind
horse hooves on hard-packed sand
waists pelting in a jam
A man's grip on his girl in a party
She grips me
harder
faster
urgent
Urging me to keep going
Don’t stop – don’t stop
She clenches
half-second after I do
My hands spawn the back and sides of her head like a basketball
She won't let me pull back
pull out
She wants it
all of me
Me
Does she know how freaking SEXY this is?
Knowing that she is completely uninhibited with me
That she doesn't care if anyone comes out and sees
That there is nothing in the world but this moment
and me
and her
and pleasure
and....
Ohh Sh...
Suka!!
I spill out every seed of my futures into her...
She drinks me all in
She doesn't let me drop.