The air was thick with the smell of summer, the seductive sounds of birds making love in the trees, and the undercurrent of sexual energy as women and men engaged in the time honored tradition of flirting. The winter had been surprisingly brutal. For the occupants of the city, it felt as if they were escaping the prison of their apartments and the multi-layers of clothing they had worn to keep warm. Flashes of female flesh could be seen on every corner basking in the heat of summer’s long sensual kiss. Legs that had been covered up all winter were now being exposed beneath shorts that made the imagination search for the soft secrets that lay hidden under clothes and between thighs of every hue. Breasts that once slept quietly beneath blouses and bras were now full and had the ability to hypnotize any man within a radius of a few blocks. But the only woman that Lennox Sutton wanted was ten blocks away. With a smile on his face, the taste of her Cinnamon Strawberry on his lips, he put one foot in front of the other and let the conveyor belt of summer beauties walk on by. He had something better waiting for him at home.
Destiny allowed herself the temporary pleasure of admiring her thick sexy frame in the bathroom mirror as she toweled off her body. The firmness of her 40D breasts felt good under her fingers as she massaged her nipples and gently squeezed them. She ran her fingers slowly down her stomach and through the thin layer of hair that ran from under her navel to the plump lips of her pussy. She ached to slip one finger into her rapidly expanding lips, but she had promised Lennox that she wasn’t going to touch herself down there. That’s my job he had said forcefully. It turned her on even more when he took control like that to claim his pussy.
She was an independent woman doing her thing in the world, but behind closed doors, she wanted to drop the façade she had erected for the world and just be a woman. His woman. There is nothing wrong with letting a man take over as long as he knows what he is doing. Lennox didn’t need to be told what to do. He could find her sensitive spots in a blackout without any problems.
The mood was already set: curtains drawn, candles lit, and the lush voice of Luther Vandross filled her bedroom. She sat on the side of the bed swaying to Luther’s voice while massaging her body with Victoria Secret’s Vanilla Lace body butter. She was ready. She was a meal ready to be eaten and a drink ready to be swallowed. She was a woman ready to have her man taste the natural juices of her body that only thoughts of him could produce in abundance. She heard the door creak close downstairs. He was here and on his way up to their bedroom.
He found her facing him sprawled out on the bed as he entered the bedroom. Her arms were outstretched above her head, her brown hair caressed the softness of her face and lips, and her legs were up and spread open. This is my woman, was the first thought that raced through Lennox’s mind and ignited the flames of passion and lust throughout his muscular body. He quickly undressed and let the muscular frame of his body and his scent fill the room with his presence. Destiny inhaled the scent of her man’s masculinity and moaned with anticipation as tremors of desire caressed her body in every warm place where his tongue would soon seek the refuge that only her rainforest could provide.
Lennox rubbed his hands together to generate more heat so that when he touched Destiny’s enflamed skin, there would be no doubt in her mind that her man had come to make her every wish come true. Her body ached in recognition of the pleasure that would soon be lavished upon it. His erection pointed the way to the bed and he followed without any hesitation.
The world outside didn’t exist in their minds. They had created their own personal sanctuary which was governed by only one rule. Pleasure. The only form of communication would be spoken with moans, shudders, tremors, screams and the orgasmic release that she would be experiencing this afternoon. This afternoon was her special time, and when night arrived with its dark attitude, she would pleasure his body in the same way.
Lennox dropped to his knees, placed his palms on either side of her feet, and laid his head on the bed between her feet. The subtle fragrance of Vanilla Lace released from her skin filled the air, and he inhaled it through her cotton sheets. He felt his erection throb with desire as it grazed the carpet under his feet. It longed to be enclosed inside all four of her lips, but this afternoon wasn’t about him. It was about the giving of pleasure to a woman who justly deserved having her body worshipped and ravished by her man. Slowly he slid his hands against the warmth of the sheets and placed both of them between her thighs. With the familiarity of a woman who knows what she wants, Destiny lifted her legs and swung them over his shoulders. Lennox grasped her thick thighs and let his fingers sink slowly into the soft warmth of her flesh.
Destiny sighed and knew that her man knew exactly what to do with her body. He had everything under control. All she had to do was let him be the man and let him do what came naturally. A warrior coming home to conquer and please his Queen. The heat of fiery passion radiating from between her thighs and her tender plump lips warmed Lennox’s face with its heat like hot water cascading over one’s body in the shower. He gulped deeply and licked his lips from thirst. The warmth emitting from her heated garden parched his throat, but it would soon be quenched when the first drops of her Cinnamon Strawberry touched his lips and tongue. He felt like a wino thirsting for that next sip, that next swallow that would make everything right with the world. He sucked the insides of her thighs like he was sucking on a mango extracting its sweet juices. He kissed them softly in preparation for the bountiful blessings that awaited him.
Every pore in Destiny’s body screamed as if she was being tortured and tormented; the kind of torture that you pray never ends because it feels so damn good. She gripped the sheets tightly to steady herself, but it was already too late. She was swimming deep in a sea of passion and drowning under the weight of her desire for the heavenly release that her man’s lips and tongue would soon fill her with. His huge hands had slipped under the roundness of her ass, and he pulled her onto his erect tongue as she released the sheets from her grasp to let herself float away into pleasure.
The day melted away into nothingness; stresses of work, life and finances didn’t matter anymore as the first sweet drop of Destiny’s Cinnamon Strawberry warmed his lips. It was the perfect aphrodisiac to end a long day. Some men like to unwind with beer or a shot of rum, but Lennox looked forward to drinking his woman’s Cinnamon Strawberry after a long day. It was the preferred drink of the gods that could instantly replenish any man’s strength and faith. He spread his thick lips wide open and smacked them together as if eating barbecue ribs at a cookout. He used his lips skillfully to squeeze both of Destiny’s pulsating lips together between his to suck on them simultaneously. He enjoyed making his own pussy sandwich, and the moans that sang sweetly from Destiny’s lips hardened his erection. A tremor trickled throughout Destiny’s body as waves of pleasure surged over her, and she palmed his shaved head to pull him deeper into the center of the monsoon shower that she was about to unleash all over his face. He was due for a pussy bath and he relished the thought of being drenched in the warmth of her love.
A steady flow of Cinnamon Strawberry dripped from Destiny’s pussy like a faucet that could not be turned off. Lennox spread his tongue across her fevered lips to plug the leak and flicked his tongue around her clit but it only made her wetter and hornier. Her soft whimpering cries of ecstasy sang his praise as his tongue met the fury of her beautiful release. She twisted and turned like a fish caught on a hook to escape the grip that his lips had placed on her enlarged clit and pulsating lips, but it was to no avail. His body was nimble and every turn that she made, he followed her and continued to suck and lick her dripping pussy lips and clit until Destiny thought that she might lose her mind. She was so overwhelmed with passion that her cries and screams soon turned into sobbing tears that shook her body—and still he would not stop.
Lennox had heard her cry this way before. It was a mixture of delicious pain and unbelievable ecstasy. He reveled in knowing that he could bring her to the point of experiencing suc
h pleasure without actually having intercourse. When she reached this state of frenzied arousal there was no telling what she might do. It was as if she was having an out-of-body experience and being inhabited by someone else. She made him promise to never stop pleasuring her no matter how much she begged; no matter how much she claimed that she was about to die from an orgasm heart attack.
“It just feels soooo fucking good.” she said with a smile and a shy look of embarrassment that Lennox would never forget the first time she reached this point of Nirvana. “It’s an amazing instrument, this tongue of yours. Never stop using it on me.”
When used correctly, a tongue can extract the same amount or more pleasure from a woman’s body that an erect dick can; and if they both are working in concert, a woman’s Holy Grail for sexual satisfaction will have been attained. Destiny wished she could bend her knees in prayer and give thanks by taking Lennox’s throbbing manhood deep inside the warmth of her throat, but he was too busy lavishing licks of praise on her moist lips and she had no intention of disturbing him. He had entered pussy heaven and the master was hard at work to bring pleasure to his woman.
The full length of his tongue darted in and out of her so quickly that it took a moment for Destiny’s body to communicate to her mind that she was about to go into orgasmic overflow. The honey sweetness of her Cinnamon Strawberry would be swallowed into the waiting reservoir of his mouth. A final slow seductive circular lick of his tongue around her throbbing lips, Destiny let go of her senses and relinquished all control. He was in control right now. His lips and tongue were all over her as she cried and pleaded for mercy from the swelling of pleasure that was exploding every second inside of her. Random images flashed through her mind of every time they made love and with every flick of his tongue, kiss of his lips against her lips; she fell deeper in love with him.
She lay on dry sheets even though a monsoon of Cinnamon Strawberry had surged through the tender wings of her pussy, and Lennox rested his head against the still pounding heartbeat pulsating between her legs. Not a single drop of her sweet nectar had been wasted or allowed to touch her sheets. The rhythmic beat of pleasure seduced Lennox into a peaceful sleep as he and Destiny closed their eyes knowing that any dreams they might have could not come near the passion they had just experienced. The night held promises of more pleasure to come, and Destiny fell asleep with images dancing in her mind of all the things that she would do to Lennox when they woke up with rested bodies.
01/13/09…4:17pm
Sweet Fragrance of Passion
The scent of summer’s heat covered his face like a pillow pressing down hard against his skin cutting off his oxygen. It was 3 a.m. in the morning. The sweltering summer heat clung to the sheets and his naked perspiring skin felt like Velcro against the white sheets. His eyes were wide open now, but the room was still dark leaving him unable to see anything inches from his face. His face and chest were damp with sweat. The musk of his own scent mixed with the heat made him feel like he was inhaling fire. The sound of someone crying had awakened him. At first, he thought it was a dream, but then the low moaning sounds continued to grow even more intense as if something imminent was about to happen. As his eyes adjusted to the dark room, and sleep left him to find elsewhere to rest, he began to realize that the sounds were coming from his girlfriend lying in bed next to him. She was masturbating in her sleep.
It wasn’t the first time she had done this. He learned a painful lesson when he tried to wake her up the first time. She was so startled when he shook her that she had accidentally broken his nose. So now, he would either just listen or join her to participate in a sensual duet of passion.
He rolled over to give her more room on the bed just in case she lost control this time. After all, accident or no accident, bodily harm inflicted by your one hundred and twenty pound girlfriend doesn’t go over well in the weight room. Her moaning had escalated and his eyes could now see the outline of her body slowly gyrating up and down next to him. The heat of her scented flower breathed hot from between her legs and it filled his nostrils as if he was inhaling his favorite perfume. He turned on his side to face her so he could listen to her pleasure her body, and inhale the sweet heat that was emanating from her pussy. It was like an air freshener being released to perfume the air with its sweet seductive scent. It made him want to get closer to taste what his nose was inhaling, but he would have to wait until she came before touching her. Every time her fingers probed her wetness, it sounded like rainfall and the room was being sprayed with the sweet fragrance of her pussy. They hadn’t had sex in a few days because of conflicting work schedules and now both he and his erection were fully awake wanting to release all his pent-up energy between the soft folds of her pink fragrance of passion.
His hands slid down the full length of his erection and it felt like a piece of thick wood between his fingers. His balls were heavy with unreleased come and he squeezed them slightly to feel a jolt of pain. His pillow felt like fire against his face. The only thing that would cool him down was a cold shower or masturbating. The latter sounded better to him. She was tossing and turning as if possessed by some kind of spirit, but he didn’t panic as he did the first time. He continued to stroke his pulsating manhood as the air around the bed became thicker with their combined sexual heat.
He could always tell as he watched her when she was about to come. Her moans would become longer like a singer holding a high note. Her frenzy of passion would become more subdued as if she was in some sort of quiet pain, and then, it would build like a crescendo, like a rocket exploding into the sky and then it would be over. She would sigh a few times then roll over onto her stomach and continue sleeping. He would wait a few minutes before gently moving over her and parting her legs. Her eyes would open and he could feel her smile even in the dark and they would make love until the darkness of the room would give way to early morning sunlight.
He continued to masturbate, and when she came, the sweet fragrance of her passion flooded the room like sunshine bursting through the clouds after it rained. It is always more intense then.
02/09/09…3:54pm
Pussy Purrs Meows and Moans
When my pussy purrs, moans and meows it feels like a throbbing headache
Pulsating with an incessant ache that just won’t stop hurting
My warmth just won’t stop flowing until you take a swim and stroke your way into my depths
I want you to put a hurting on me that will make me scream your full name
Your name is long and so are you as you fill me with everything You
Here I am naked and in want spread open before your hungry eyes
Like a feast for the tongue to taste and lick every drop of my sweet delicious nectar
My ache is a pain so intense that the only way to quiet its purring
Is to feel the fire of your penetration feeding the flames of my moist lips
A hunger like mine that goes so deep cannot be instantly satisfied with a mere quickie
You have to dick me down with complete abandon and show me no mercy
Forget about making sweet love and unleash the full ferocity of your passion
Every stroke of your unsheathed manhood
Every lick of your erect tongue
Will slowly replenish my body and soothe this ache for you that cannot stop throbbing
You have to take your time this pussy isn’t going anywhere now
You will have every chance to back up all your stories
I hope I cannot walk when you are done laying down the pipe,
Your words and not mine
I hope I scream so much and lose my voice
Your words and not mine
I hope you penetrate me so deeply that you cannot find your way out
Your words and not mine
I hope you are a man of your word and I want you to hurt my pussy sweetly
With every lash of your tongue with every stroke of your manhood
You peel away my r
esistance there wasn’t much to begin with
My pussy purrs meows and moans in anticipation of getting the sweetest dick
Do not disappoint me when a woman is this hungry for the passion she craves
A man has to deliver on his promise or his words will forever be empty
Come and fill me with the girth of my curved master
It is time to make my pussy purr meow and moan like never before.
10/09/08…9:15pm
She Loves Him (Ode to Jill Scott)
A fever runs through her body and comes to rest at the center of its birth in the smoldering wet sun of fire that awaits his touch, his lips and his full and undivided penetration between the ebony of her legs. To touch her scorching black sun hurts. The only thing that will calm the fire of her sun is to be filled with his love until she overflows with liquid passion. It is the type of sweet pain that is addictive, and you feel compelled to make it hurt some more...just one more time. It never is just one more time. The fever of arousal becomes part of your breath; it beats to the rhythm of your heartbeat and whispers in your soul as you sleep. How did she get to this? A quivering, shivering pool of emotions, desires and secrets that you reveal without shame or embarrassment as your black sun explodes into the sky, illuminating the night with showers of your fevered fire. How did it come to this?
His voice is a sweet beautiful melody, like an old Motown tune, with every note working its bass deep into her soul as his fingers seduce her mind and body into a place of pure exultation. The distance between them bridged when she hears his voice on the line, and the night of her body is laid to rest as her sun rises to its apex of heat emission. There is no pretense of decorum or façade of not wanting her blazing fire to be stroked into a sensual beautiful explosion, which will rival the majesty of a full moon casting its light over the Earth. His voice, deep and rich undresses her and she stands naked waiting for his words to strike the flames that will set her skin, her mind...her soul on eternal fire. She is bathing in a sea of passion. She wishes not for air but for his breath to give her life, to give her back some of the dreams she has lost. She wants him to suspend reality and to take her back to a time before she knew the pain of heartbreak and the joy of innocent love was still something obtainable. She wants him to do the impossible. She wants him to give her back her innocence.
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