I scurried about placing each candle in the perfect place. The scent of cinnamon and warm vanilla cake filled the air. I dusted the bed with brown sugar & fig linen spray...just enough...and lit a candle in the bedroom of a synonymous scent. I had just bathed in a sudsy milk and honey bath, and lathered my body with Oil of O'lay and lavender baby oil gel. I purposely wore my black lace boy shorts/thong and my black bra that makes the girls stand at attention and plump just perfectly at my bust line--the perfect fuller figured physique under my denim crop pants and slightly revealing long baby tee. I put on my favorite gloss...Creme Brulee, and tied my hair up in loose curls...I was ready.
The doorbell rang.
As I opened it and he stood there in all of his 6'1" glory, blood began to rush and revive parts of my body that had now been asleep for about 6 months. He smelled of an exotic unnamed African oil and a mild bath soap. His sun-kissed complexion enticed me enough to let out a silent moan and his eyes looked like dancing stars...he stepped in, embraced me and gave me a gentle kiss on the neck.
We eased toward the bedroom as we engaged in small chatter and flirtatious grins. I rubbed up against him enough to feel his girth and lay my head on his chest as we danced to the tune that seemed to be the same in both our minds. He stroked my arms, my back, and then my breasts as he donned my body with kiss after kiss. My knees began to get weak, so I sat down on the bed slowly and lied back so that he could have his way with me.
He softly licked some spots and gently kissed others as I eased his shirt off and began massaging his warm skin in a circular motion. He moaned a little and closed his eyes as I unzipped his pants and began to stroke his manhood. He licked the circumference of my belly button and pecked a half dozed kisses until he reached my womanhood. It was magical...a sprinkle of kisses here, a lick or two there, and a soft nibble everywhere.
I was at the peak of what was about to be euphoria when I softly but aggressively pushed him to his back and let my plump sweet lips work their magic. First his full, pink lips to taste the sweetness of his minty breath, then around his perfectly shaven goatee...on his neck...his chest...his stomach...and of course a teasing little sample to his shaft...his body trembled.
Time to mount.
I moved my hips in from side to side...back and forth...up and down. He tilted his head back and then softly gripped my breasts. I twirked it and popped it as if the art was taught in a class and I graduated Suma Cum Laude. He couldn't control himself, nor could I...but it was not time...not yet...so I slowed my rhythm and lay on his chest...we rolled in sync.
Long stroke, deep stroke...hitting spots that I didn't know that I possessed in my temple. Almost too much for me to handle, but by now my body was conforming to all that he had to offer. I felt pain...good pain...pleasurable pain...I moaned...he exhaled. I dug my nails in his back...he lay on my chest and kissed my neck. I wrapped my long, thick, brown sugar legs around his body...we were in motion.
My adrenaline rushed...his stride increased. That icy-hot feeling began to rush through my veins. My heart ran a marathon. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. I pursed my bottom lip and gripped the corner with my teeth. My thighs trembled. My toes curled. My back arched. The sweet melody that I belted filled the air. The nectar of my fruit was sufficient to quench the thirst of a thousand villages. As my walls vibrated...it cut loose and irrigated every trench and every valley. He felt...he came...he saw...Pure delight.
My fellow Bloggers, I would like to introduce you to...Wal-Mart Guy.