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Instant smile appears on my face. Even if I wasn’t free, I was about to make time quick fast and in a hurry.
I send a reply within 3 minutes. He knew I wanted him. Yes, I’m free….
What’s the gate code again?
Before he can even reply I responded with the last numbers I remembered.
“Dang, how you remember the code? I barely even remember it.”
I’m good with numbers I replied.
“Well, do you remember this 9 inches with a curve?”
Licking my lips and squeezing my legs close together. Of course I remember that. That’s the reason I’m driving to you right now.
No time to waste. He pulled my dress over my head as my locs fell over my face. Taking one hand to push them back, he used the other hand to pull me closer to him.
Kissing like we haven’t seen each other in months.
In and out as I place my feet onto his chest. He looked me in the eyes and tells me to let it out. No need to hold it in.
Chills take over my body as I explode. This 9 inch knew each and every spot to hit. Tears form from the emotions. The only thing I can scream out was…FUCK!!!
Now we’re both dripping wet and he’s still stroking it deep.
I wanted to lay there forever….
I’ve been watching the woman you are becoming. The road is often dark. Speed bumps appearing out of nowhere. But trust me, I’ve been watching you. Keep finding the strength. The end results will be worth it.
I think that little by little, I’ll be able to solve my problems and survive. ~Frida Kahlo
Order what you want, ayy
Looking like you could be
Like you could be on the runway
You gon’ wanna love somebody
Love somebody, someday
Cookies in the oven on a Sunday, yeah, yeah
This one for the shawty with the good hair
I hope that you having you a good year
I hope that you missing all the fuck shit
See you gettin’ busy at the function
~Kota the Friend
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It’s been a long day. A hot shower was much needed. Steam filled the room. The door opened slowly. His hand pulled the curtains to the side as he stepped in one foot after the other. She was exhausted. He wrapped his left hand around her waist. Grabbing her neck with the other. Pulling her closer to him, he placed kisses onto her wet skin. She could feel him getting aroused.
“I missed you today,” she told him.
“My apologies love,” he responded.
He washed her back, massaging her in between. Soap dripped down her thighs. Caressing each breast, he pinched her nipples. Biting her lips, she turned to face him, but he declined.
Taking a fistful of her coarse hair, he pushed her forward.
“Yes, babe. Give it all to me,” she moaned.
But he wasn’t ready. He didn’t want her in the shower tonight. Turning the water off, he grabbed a towel to dry her. Holding hands, he lead her to the kitchen. Lifting her onto the counter, he spreaded her legs evenly apart.
“How do you want it,” he asked?
“I want you to fuck me right here on this counter.”
Staring into each other’s eyes, he slid his fingers inside her lining. Juices drip down the counter onto the floor.
“Are you ready to feed me,” he whispered?
She smiled as she wrapped her legs around his neck.
“Eat it all babe,” she spoke softly.
Minutes went by and he wasn’t stopping anytime soon. He carried her to the bedroom, laying her on the bed. Smooth jazz, played in the back. He entered her going as deep as possible. Moans echoed around the room. It was art in motion.
“Mmmmm, yes babe,” she moaned.
“I love you,” he confessed.
Tears fell down her cheeks as she leaked onto the sheets.
“I love you,” she replied with emotions.
It feels like Friday is taking forever to get here. Only because I’ve been missing hubby like crazy. I hate when he’s gone for long periods at a time. He was coming home Friday night and I was happy as can be.
The preparation for his arrival starts on Sunday. Do a full clean of the house so by Friday all I have to do is pick up small things and light a few candles. Then I do my usual meal prep so come Thursday I’m not drained from cooking and I’ll have the right amount of energy to cook his favorite meal. By Wednesday I do a full shave. Having a child leaves you to a limited amount of privacy time. So Thursday night I’ll touch up areas that I had to rush through on Wednesday. There’s a few more things I’ll do before the day approaches, keeping a list so I’m never rushing or forgetting anything.
Thursday night is here and the countdown to see my love is on. Exhausted but can’t sleep because I’m so anxious. My cell rings and it’s him calling to say goodnight. Trying not to talk too much about the sexual things he wants to do to me. Thinking to myself, damn I love this man. I didn’t want to tell him how nervous I was that he was calling to tell me he wasn’t coming home tomorrow. So we say goodnight and I force myself to sleep.
Birds start to chirp so I know my alarm will be ringing soon. It seems like right before it’s time to wake up, is when you fall into a deep sleep. I roll over and the sheets come off my feet. Have you ever started having a sexual dream and didn’t want to wake because you wanted it to be real? Well, that’s exactly how I was feeling. I felt a hand slide up my thigh, cuffing my left butt-cheek in the palm of their hand. As much as I wanted to believe this was a dream, I had to wake and make sure this wasn’t a rapist.
Turning to face this shadow, I’m awaken to my husband standing there in the nude. If there’s one thing that can make me weak no matter what, is his silhouette. I let out a moan of excitement and he places his fingers across my lips. Shhhh…yes I’m here early baby, he whispers. Tears start to flow. He never gets to come home early.
He sits me up against the wall and slide my panties down. Spreading my legs I can already feel the heat from his touch. The only thing going through my head is I’m about to take a sick day. He quickly grabs my hips and lift me over his face. One of the plus of being slim is they can flip you, twist you, throw you and toss you as quickly as you can blink. Adrenaline is pumping now. I’m beyond ready. Juices start to run down my legs onto his chest. He let’s out a few moans squeezing my thighs and sucking even harder.
Usually the first day he’s home, I make sure to please him first. But he was taking complete control of me and I was loving it. First alarm sounds at 6:15 a.m. Damn baby we don’t have much time. He looks at me and says, “trust me, I only need a few minutes to feel you.” There’s only a few positions we can do as a quickie and it will feel like we’ve made love for hours from the hot passion.
He flips me over and pushes one leg up to my chest. His chest against my back, I can feel just the tip entering. I squeeze it a little letting him know she’s been waiting for this. He gives me a kiss on my neck and start to nibble on my ear. Grabbing both hands and placing them against the wall, he goes deeper inside. A thousand words went through my head at that moment but I couldn’t even let out a peep. Going in and out slow and deep. 6:30 a.m. second alarm sounds. I reach over to turn it off. Sitting up highly upset. You have to be kidding me. I thought I was dreaming so I woke up and come to find out I still was dreaming? Now I’m really like forget work today because I’m sexually frustrated.
I walk downstairs to get ready for work. As I enter the living room there’s my hubby sitting on the couch in the nude waiting for me. My first thought is why the hell is your ass down here and not upstairs so we could’ve started earlier this morning…Before I could say anything, he had already had me pinned against the hallway wall….
Damn, I love morning sex. But I really love unexpected morning sex with you.
Let’s just get straight to it. This is one for the couples who like to risk being late for work for some morning pleasure.
Alarm sounds at 6:15 a.m. and you press silent. Falling back to sleep because he has already worn you out and you just want to sleep till the last second. Somehow you fall into a deep sleep and start dreaming about filling your mouth with his piece. Not just filling it up but slurping and stroking and caressing. Looking into his eyes as you go up and down, wrapping your tongue all around it. He’s gripping the pillows and kicking the covers onto the floor. Just when he tries to grab the back of your head you push his hands away and tell him don’t touch my pinup. Go right back to sucking, this time only letting your tongue do the work. Your random act of pushing his hand away caught him off guard but turned him on more because you’re taking control. Now you’re massaging him while you work up more saliva causing it to run down in between his nut sack. 6:30 a.m. the next alarm sounds and you wake up…
Damn, did I really just dream all of that? No….my first thoughts are did I say anything in my sleep and did he hear me. If not, then I can easily just get dressed and get ready for work. But what if he did hear me and now he will be disappointed that I’m not giving him morning head. I’m just going to get dressed it’s already 6:30 and I do not want to be late today. (Looking over at him) He’s so fucking sexy just laying there. Let me just touch it. Moments later and now you’re acting out that dream. He’s loving every second of it. I’m thinking I know it has to be 6:45 by now. We have 20 mins before we need to be walking out the door. Still going at it. Now he’s really turned on. He tells me as much as he wants to bust in my mouth, he needs to beat this nut out.
Now I’m bent over gripping the sheets, trying not to be too loud. Forget the time because this feels amazing. I can afford to be late. Stop thinking about work and enjoy this hard piece of meat inside your guts. He grabs the back of my hair and I’m like forget the pinup. Pull my hair babe. 6:47 a.m. jumping into the shower, now we’re rushing. I’m running down the stairs putting on clothes. He’s in the kitchen preparing lunches. Last words before we walk out the door, “Do you have everything?” We both know we are missing something but we need to leave out this house before we go for round two.
Of course I was late because of this damn traffic in this city is horrible. So no, I am not going to blame the morning pleasure from my lover. I am blaming traffic for my lateness. One day I will work when I want and morning pleasures will be a norm.