I’ve come a LONG way in my journey of sexual exploration. I’ve grown from a shy, uninformed, young girl… to a Woman who is learning exactly what she likes and what shes wants from a partner. I have come to one PARAMOUNT conclusion, You must partake of the cream-pie:)
People say sex is overrated. Well I think those people just don’t know what the hell they are doing! Sex between to mutually respecting individuals can be Earth Moving. To be, NOT only SO COMFORTABLE but SO ATTRACTED to another person that you want to explore their body in ways most people never even imagine possible… all in the name of “Pleasure”, that’s special. If you think I am over exaggerating… I have a sad revelation for you. You have NOT had good sex yet! Once you experience that level of performance, mediocrity is simply UN-acceptable. Speaking of which. Brings me to the point of our little meeting today! A man who does NOT… I repeat, DOES NOT perform Cunnilingus, visit the candy store, migrate down south… PARTAKE OF THE CREAM-PIE is completely UNACCEPTABLE! (And yes I believe a Woman should reciprocate.)
After experiencing the out-of-body experience often referred to as an Orgasm… from the soft flickering tongue of a Strong Man: I REFUSE to go back! Being kissed from the crown of my head to the souls of my feet… and absolutely EVERYWHERE in between… that’s BLISS!!!
I got a quickie for you:
I’m hanging out with a few co-workers and friends. We are having a few drinks. One of these co-workers has had his pretty brown eyes on me for a while but I was other-wise spoken for previously, so I was never able to entertain his advances. But oh sweet freedom I am a single woman free to fuck up as she pleases:)
I have on my favorite YMI Jean Mini-Skirt (by coincidence of course:) and he has been chasing me around the house all night. Its one of those cool humid nights I’ve become ALL too familiar with living in the South. I’ve developed a thin cold sweat all over my skin, partially due to the alcohol I must admit. I have that warm fuzzy feeling you get inside after you’ve had a few shots and that good buzz is starting to settle in. My hands are sweating, the only sign of my anxiousness. He corners me in the bathroom. My back is against the cold wall and I can feel subtle vibrations from the sound system blasting some nonsense on the other side of the wall. He thrust both my arms above my head in one quick motion with his left hand grabs my chin with his right. He begins sucking and nibbling on my bottom lip. He’s showing me what I have to look forward to if he chooses to bless my Southern Valley. Decision made. He drops to his knees and reaches both his Eager hands up to my butt grabbing the sides of my thong and pulling it straight to the ground! “Hold your skirt” he Barks. “Yes Daddy” is what I’m thinking. I obey in silent surrender. He lifts my thighs on-top his shoulders and dives into my particularly moist cavern. Taking his time tasting my lips ensuring not to waist one single drip of my goodness. The pre-game show he gave to the lips on my face… bows in reverence to the MVP award winning performance he’s giving now. His tongue pretends to be the big man on campus today, which makes me wonder what kind of exercise one does to build tongue muscles.
I’m starting to get those small lighting bolts in my stomach and I know its coming. Well actually… I am! It starts slow like ripples in the ocean that grow into thunderous waves. He holds on tight. I ride his face like the act itself is going out of style. My toes begin to curl and my thighs start to clench around his cheeks. I try desperately to clasp my hands around the back of his head in an UN-successful attempt to control this long over due orgasm. The sky is bursting open and the rain is falling with fury. My little eager farmer catches every drop. I ……. am……. Breathless!
And needless to say, after experiences like that… why the hell would I settle for mediocre lover again?