The dude was riding her from behind. He loved her ass, it was flawless and heart shaped like a porn star. He held her by her beautiful hips and thrust himself into her, slowly at first. He admired the small of her back and let his right hand trace the edge of her lower spine to the place just above her waistline. There was a tattoo embedded in a simple, black script that read "NSA."
His hand moved back to her hips as he felt his manhood begin to throb. He let out a low moan then said "damn, baby, your pussy is tight!" His compliment combined with his pulsating cock moving in an out of her gave her a chill of excitement. His body was rock hard, just like she liked them. He was good. She was about to get off, and like always, she shook her ass to accentuate the heavenly feeling that was churning inside of her.
"Yeah baby, just like that, don't you dare stop! "Fuck that tight pussy! Oh, yes! Fuck, yeah! I am gonna cum right noooow!" He did what he was told. He could feel the inside of her contract and throb. Sweat was pouring from his brow as he kept up the pace while she exploded into orgasm.
One. "Don't fucking stop," she said a little louder. Two. "There's more," she moaned. Her body was covered in a thin veil of salty liquid from their amazing, hot sex. His breath was heavy as he said, "damn, baby!" Her pulsating pussy was growing tighter and contracting wildly.
Finally, after her third orgasm, he could not hold back any longer. He moved in and out of her faster. His strong arms held her into place as he felt his orgasm take over his body. Just as he was starting to release, she said, "I wanna feel your cum all over me". Quickly and carefully, she rolled over onto her back, so he would remain inside her.
He was right there and she was teasing him. One more thrust was all it took for him to obey her request. He pulled the condom off just in time for him to explode all over her flat stomach, gorgeous breasts, and a little on her chin. With a smile and a giggle, she licked her sexy lips and said "gimme that cum." She rubbed the hot, sticky liquid all over her soft, light, skin until it was gone.
The lovers lay side by side in her comfortable, queen sized bed, exhausted and content. He rolled over to face her, propped himself up on his elbow, so he could touch her, He ran his fingers along her thigh, past her hips slowly up her ribcage, which made her jump and shriek, "that tickles!"
When she finally relaxed, the young man rolled onto his side, then reached his arms out to hold her head in his hands. Leaning forward on his elbow, he gently kissed her forehead, nose, lips then moved his gaze to look directly into her huge, blue eyes. He said "You are drop-dead gorgeous. I am so glad I met you. We will have to do this again."
With a smile on her face, she said, "I don't know about all that." She pulled herself away from him and got up out of bed.
Surprised by the callousness of her response, he said, "but I really like you."
With a slightly snide tone, she replied, "Look, doll face, you're hot. We for sure will get it on again, but I'm not into all that. He looked confused.
"We just met a few hours ago; the only thing you know about me is that I am great in the sack."
She turned around and pointed to the ink on the small of her back.
"You see this?"
He nod his head. "What does that mean?"
"No strings attached, baby."
His brows furrowed together, while she said, "just roll with it, okay?
Before he had the chance to respond, she continued, "I gotta take a shower now. Wanna join me?"
Red-faced, he quickly got out of bed.
"Well, ah, I should probably get going, you know."
The tiny red head wrapped herself, tightly, in a pink, fluffy robe.
With a hint of relief in her voice, she said, "sounds good. I'll walk you out." Before he could say anything else, she turned her back to him, leading the way her living room, where she helped collect his clothing, strewn all over the floor.
Two bodies, once intertwined in passionate frenzy, now moved together in silence, as he wondered what happened to the person whom shared the intense sexual frenzy with him just a few hours before? He had his way with her against the door, the wall, the floor, the couch and, finally, in the bedroom... He could still taste her sweat...she seemed so hungry for him.
He wanted more.
Of her.
All of her.
When he was finally dressed, she opened her arms, offering a hug. He wrapped his arms tightly around her small waist.
With hope, he asked, "don't you want my number?"
To which she, coldly replied, "Sure. I can't say when or if I'll call you."
Let's face it folks.We ain't living in no 1950's sitcom here, and we never will again. I don't want to piss ya off (okay, maybe I do), but we live in a postmodern society.
We are far past the failed movements, ideology, ideals, morals, and values that used to make it possible to put people in a box. Race, religion, money, politics, and sexuality have been thrown into a pot, like a stew made out of all of the leftovers in the fridge, and stirred together to make the entree that is the United States.
Most of us are mixed up, confused, unhealthy, broke and out of control. Why complain, since we brought all of this upon ourselves with our sense of entitlement combined with our own greedy, instantly satisfied gluttony? I mean, really, how do we even know if live in the USA anymore? I can't tell.
Most of us are mixed up, confused, unhealthy, broke and out of control. Why complain, since we brought all of this upon ourselves with our sense of entitlement combined with our own greedy, instantly satisfied gluttony? I mean, really, how do we even know if live in the USA anymore? I can't tell.
The police have quadrupled everywhere I go. Hell, they even have details in the sky now (I have already started a post on this). There are no jobs, China and India are taking over our real estate and businesses. We are suffering the consequences that belong to an embarrassingly stupid president we did not vote for.
The fiscal solutions given by our politicians are to cut our educational programs and budgets while they continue to earn inflated salaries and improve their office space. Kids are fat, illiterate and misbehaved.
Forgive me, this country doesn't look or feel like America as I learned about it in school, or remember when I was growing up. Does it to you?
Who knows if we are even going to be alive after 2012? Could the Mayan's be correct? Gawd, I truly pray it is not the Christians! If so, I am gonna to get it! In light of all of these facts, I refuse to hang around, sexless and miserable, waiting for the right man to come along who actually wants a relationship with me, too. I will enjoy myself and my body while I can for as long as I can.
'Till the Wheels Fall Off.
'Till the Wheels Fall Off.
My point is that life is short and uncertain, especially nowadays. I am a woman who enjoys my sexuality, but I hate freakin' drama. I'm happier with a rotation of good lays. I'll tell ya, I've met some of my best friends this way. They come, they go, some come back, some don't. It's all good in my book.
Any other players out there care to comment? Hit me, I'm ready!
That's what's up!
xoxo Go-Go Rach
