Happy Birthday

She told me about time when she was married once, a birthday present that her (then) husband put together for her. He took her to a hotel and led her into the room which was completely dark and she could feel another presence in there, but she trusted her husband with a smile on her face. He removed her clothes and then kissed her on the forehead and said one last thing, "Happy Birthday baby".

She was guided to this table in the middle of the room, she was excited that he had gone through so much just for her on her birthday, which was a impressive change. She could smell the mixture of cologne and perfume, which confused her but still she said nothing.

There was no talking, she even mildly said, "Hello" but got nothing back and that alone scared her. Eventually she felt more pairs of warm hands on her body. Some large and strong and some soft and smaller. All of them slowly running along her body. From gently massaging the temples on her head, to the rubbing her cheeks on her face. She could could feel a gentle touch caressing her breasts, and very similar but eager ones rubbing her inner thighs, it felt like they were trying to pace themselves, slowly making their ways to where it was warmer, but going back to the outside of the thigh.

She just focused on trying to breath smooth, and trying to enjoy all that she felt. Finally one of them touched her clit and she felt her body ignite! It was a little rougher than she had usually experienced but still okay. The threshold was being pushed, someone was looking for her sweet spot with their long thick fingers. She didn't think that anyone expected for her to be one of the legendary "rain-women" because as soon as they went looking, a pool of sauce slid out on the table and her cheeks were sliding together.

She had by now lost count as to how many pairs of hands were working her, pulling her hair, massaging her breasts and nipples, squeezing her thighs, and arms, working her clit and her g-spot. She tried biting her lip to keep from screaming, everything was happening all at once but really slow, driving her insane. She was used to getting what she wanted when she wanted so now she was on the time table of everyone who was working her over, and they all seemed to have that slow agenda going on. Painful agony.

She finally let loose, and spray and wiggle and twitched uncontrollably. Never any kisses of any kind just hands some large, some small, all beautifully crafted a very memorable birthday present that she still day dreams about.

Lights Out (Parts 1 &2)

    The power went out about an hour ago, I can remember hearing the TV turn off and the fan stopped. It’s about four in the morning and most of the city doesn't know its time to get up yet. The fan is back on in the window on low and there’s a nice cool breeze coming through the bedroom. The fan was the culprit, I feel like it told me to do it, making the room feel so awesome even when I can’t see a thing. I wouldn't say that you are peeling the paint off the walls with your slumber but you’re breathing pretty deep and relaxed it makes me smile, thinking about how I put that ass to sleep last night. You have on a little brown see-through short-short nightie, you usually sleep naked and I can remember you putting it back on after your shower. I was thinking about just watching you in the shower and out of the shower the things you do with the lotion all over to stay nice and soft, girl I can just watch you. I know it sounds like I’m singing a JE song but its true. Thinking about all that you go through to look beautiful makes me appreciate you even more and thinking about all I have on is some boxers and you said that looked sexy too makes it sound a little simple but it’s not like I’m am going to go and shave my legs to be sexy either. Funny, the things you think about when you’re trying to fight sleep phase.

As I lay on my back I can feel you roll off my chest and turn away from me towards the window. Seeing your body from this angle and noticing your curves is working my mind something fierce. The thought of us making love makes my body ache and heat up. I think about how soft you are under me and how you hold to me, and how I try not to rush with you making the whole experience feel great. How you kiss me and it just makes my body react to you just the way you want it to, you play my body like a fiddle and you know just how to make me scream. I remembered the first time I actually let go it was pretty loud and it did nothing but turn you on, seeing you get aggressive like that only drew me into you more. Knowing that I don’t have to be the aggressor all the time is wonderful and you know just how to give it as well as take it. I can remember the first time things started getting really good with us, you were on top of me working away and then you saw something in my eye, and slowed down because you saw I was getting close and started dropping it like no one’s business it was so intense, so sexy, I was trying like mad to hold off. It felt like I was slowly falling down a dirt shaft while digging my hands into the sides as to not fall, a losing effort but loving the whole trip. I love that you give it to me just as good as I give it to you. In thinking about this it makes me reach into my boxers and squeeze the head. Still can’t see a thing and its my breathing that’s making the music in the room while I think about not wanting to finish. So I get up out of bed and go into the kitchen and get some ice cubes. I put them into a small cup of water and walk back into the bedroom. I put the cup on the nightstand on your side of the bed and go back over to my side and slide back into bed. I start spooning with you and kissing you on the back of your neck and letting you feel how thick I am between your cheeks basically a good morning to you. I hear you moan but not a sexy one, more like you about killed me last night type moan let me get some more sleep type moan. So I let go and lay on my back with this sly grin thinking I’m not done yet. I’ll just have to sneak up on it. I get out of bed and you ask where am I going sounding all groggy, I tell you nowhere playfully. I can hear you breathing hard just as fast as you woke up. I get some ice cubes and put them in my mouth and stand at the foot of the bed, knowing you are now laying on your back this is the perfect opportunity to wake you, have you my way.

I Slowly put my knees on the bed still can’t see a thing hoping not to step on you and that would ruin the whole mood. I am able to lie down between your legs with my head between your thighs. I can feel the heat on my face thinking this is the perfect place to be. My mouth is about freezing now so I kiss your inner thigh and you jump and it makes me giggle but my mouth is full. I can feel your hands on my bald-head and you ask me again but I can’t respond but with my icy tongue. “Dam you taste good” sounding muffled because of all the ice and water in my mouth as we both laugh from how it sounds. I lock my arms around your thighs as to show you, you can’t slide away from me, and I wont stop until I am satisfied. I can hear you grabbing the headboard bracing yourself as I slip one ice cube inside and you gasp and shake. 


The others are about gone now and I keep licking your core I want to feel how fast you melt it. I pull my face back and blow on you and you sing I love this. Your thighs shake as I get you closer so that makes me stop. I hear you give me a groaning sigh and it makes me smile. I sit there and blow as I feel your body cuss me out I let your love calm down and I think as I quickly work you back up to speed. I think about how everything is off in the house and how moist you are. I can remember you letting me hear over the phone and I was simply amazed. Now that the power outage is over it still extremely quiet and sound is amplified. If someone was outside of the room they could hear me lap you up. It feels like the sound is echoing off the walls. It starts to get more intense and I squeeze your thighs and let my tongue get stiff and lick really hard and fast, I heard that you were holding your breath, which tells me to stop yet again. You giggle I know you want to do the cussing for your body. I lick small circles in your thighs while you come back to me. Next I use my tongue, softly in the folds of your lips as you try not to buck my face across the room. Then I slowly work you back up to speed this time and I can feel your hips in motion with my tongue and I get you, right there. This time I use two fingers and slide them inside of you while I work you. Your moans are getting longer because I am drawing them out of you, I love being able to read you even in the dark where my hands become my eyes and I taste everything. You are dripping off my chin, this makes me smile thinking you are now my cup. I stop with the thought that you are more wound than a rubber band.

   I slide up to you and you can feel me bump into your thighs, as I get closer. I can feel your hand reach for me and I hold your hand and get you let go. I lie on top of you and run my arms under your back and cup your shoulders and grind against you, we are really making a mess and it’s so sexy. I lick, suck and kiss on your neck and you grab my head and we kiss as I slowly slide away from you and still cupping your shoulders. I feel where the heat is coming from and slowly slide. I feel you squeeze me and it is wonderful you hold your breath as I am going in. I give you a few deep strokes and you are making that sound already so I stop and I can feel your hips rocking so I pull out, “Not like this baby” I whisper to you. I slide back into position and slowly work you and I feel like you are going to break due to all the shaking and breath holding and its driving me nuts that hearing all this, you have such an effect on me. So I pull back and look you in the eyes.

   I slide back in slowly and this time I reach up and grab the headboard. I know you are used to me giving it to you hard, fast and deep but that’s not the plan. I will put the fire out shortly but I want to make this last as long as I can, make all of the teasing worth it. My pleasure is directly tied to yours. I slide all the way in and just hold my position letting you get used to this feeling, I can feel your hips rock up and down slowly trying to start the flow. I begin to give you real hard and deep strokes, I can hear you panting and your hands on my ass squeezing and wanting me to finish the deed but I kiss you a nice soft kiss on your neck. Then a double shot of me and from then on out I let you ride it out but slow. If you get it down it will be to my tune, I love the way you sing when we make sweet music. I can feel you get close and with all the teasing you have had to endure your body is pleading for me not to stop and I listen attentively. I can tell you are getting close and while letting it build slowly, and I thought you were wet when I tasted you. You are at that point now but this is where I want to keep you right on the hot button and draw it out slowly ever, so slowly. I can feel your walls pulse and shudder and shake but I am not giving in but your hips are moving and there is no stopping you. I know there is no stopping I have given you too much leverage to stop you and it makes me smile but I just say to you, go slow and you reply with “I’m trying but I don’t know how long I can hold out” and that’s so sexy for me to hear that I give it to you harder and there is no stopping you. I can feel your inner tremor and it's working me, your song is getting louder and I am back to going slow for you. As you reach that cliff I whisper in your ear, “baby get it, get it, get it”. You become incoherent and I feel like I'm in a trance by just watching you because you are in your own world right now. I can hear you dealing with how intense it is and I have yet to stop digging just not hard I want to still draw it out but I can feel it coming to a close, your grip is loosening. I kiss you on the neck, cheek, and the side of your lips and let you hold onto me. I know we can’t see each other but we are face to face and its wonderful.

We disconnect, and I ask, “You ok over there?” “All I am going to get is a smile?” Cute. Well since I won’t get any words I am going to let that set the tone. I place my hands on your left leg and lift it but not to put over my shoulder but to turn you over completely. I’ll reach for your hips and pull them towards me, but put my hand on your back and push it down towards the bed. I love just handling you. Your face is down and we are in business complete submission I slide into your with so much force you inhale and I love the way you react. I have both hands in the small of your back holding you giving me leverage to work you. Long, deep strokes is all you get and I can tell it won’t be long for me so to help this along I reach down between your legs with one hand and play, I want you back. I hold off for as long as I can but I hear you moaning louder with that same song as before and it’s setting me off. I stop but don’t move I reach back and pull your legs by the ankles so your legs slide flat down to the bed and your are flat on your stomach and I lay flat on top of you and reach my hands up and intertwine with your fingers You can feel my breath on the back of your neck. I tell you in your ear about how good you feel and now starts the grinding. I can feel it coming faster than I want it too because you are gripping me it’s been so long that I know it’ll completely take over me. I can’t last anymore and I scream. So loud!

Can you just watch?

For whatever reason I was extremely sensitive today

Physically, my body was so in-tune with my surroundings

That sometimes I would stay still and close my eyes to

Feel everything that wasn't apart of me. Like feeling

Of the fan lightly blowing on my skin, or my clothes 

Touching my skin, one hand on my stomach and the other

In my basketball shorts. During this time my mind was silent

My body was live and direct and my breathing was deep and

Steady, and sharp. Completely aware, there was no need to look

In my mind I saw everything. Then it started, and there you were.

In thinking that you were there watching, heightened my senses

The way I focused on my breathing helped a great deal

My natural reaction was to quicken my pace but I told myself no

The pause between inhales and exhales make my body shake

I felt like a cup that was full to the brim and was on the verge of 

Spilling, without a care of the outcome. During those fifteen minutes

I shook, twitched, screamed and yelled all completely out of control

It was too much, it hurt yet I didn't want it to stop. The main thing that

Hurt was that you really weren't there, I only imagined that you were

There with me, watching me, calming down, could you just watch me baby?

She got me back!

Man check this out ...

So one night I'm walking into work

I am thinking about her, so I called

So in the middle of our conversation

I notice that her voice gets softer

The way she breaths gets deeper

And I ask, "The heck are you doing?"

I hear her smile, "You notice too much"

I laugh and say no you're not

She says, "I don't know, you tell me"

A few more minutes into the conversation

She goes off, and my speech came to a halt

I turned all different shades of orange

The way she sounds is driving me nuts

And I have four more hours to go

Fucking torture man, fucking torture

The Phone Call

Today your phone rings and a smile comes across your face because it isn’t a customer. The conversation isn’t very different from most others in how it begins with how we are doing, how the day is going. You go on about something that went on earlier and how funny it was as well as it reminded you of me. I can hear how excited you are when telling me the story and the smile on your face, but you pause to ask me what I am up to; only to hear, “Oh nothing just listening to you.”


But what you don’t know is, that I have been cooking up a feeling for you for about forty minutes now. I’ve gotten to the point of letting go at least eight times and stopping and when looking down at my member, I could see my clear-like-white liquid reaching the top as it throbs and sways in the air. In responding to you I have to stop my movements just to help control my breathing so that you don’t catch onto what it is that I am doing. I know you try to get me more involved in the conversation and I try and it is getting more difficult to keep up, sometimes I even miss some of the things that have been said because you are just as silent as I am. It makes me think that you are waiting for me to respond so I come back with, “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear what you said” while letting go throb.


The time is coming when I need to let loose besides it’s getting more difficult to just sit here and not scream. So I try to wait until I know there are co-workers around you and let loose. As you are in the middle of a sentence I scream-whisper, “Ooooh Shiiiit” as it sounds like I am trying to hold onto my sanity. You are completely silent and I can tell the facial expression on your face that you just had, has been washed off and the temperature has gone up as well. It seems as if you are not breathing at all, as my comments and sighs have lost their rhythms. Finally, after hearing how all my shakes and twitches have slowed down to a halt, you sigh and I ask how are you doing with a smile so loud you laugh.

Early in the Morning

One morning I woke up with the taste for something on my mind. So I figured I would go to the store to try and find it. So I go to the corner store and walk around a while and my nose is probably my weakest sense (what’s scaring me is that its been getting better and so something else is going but I just don’t know what it is -LOL.) I picked up on this wonderful sweet scent and I followed it for what seemed a few isles.

I thought it was ridiculous I came here to find something to make a meal. Then there she is, in some jogging pants and this windbreaker jacket with her hair in a ponytail. Just the look of her has made me forget what I came to get. I feel myself start to stare and I tell myself to stop but I can’t and then she does it, she turns in my direction and sees me looking and smiles and walks by.

I feel my bearings coming back and I begin to look for eggs and milk and sausage to put in my hand-basket. I come back to the isle and I notice that she is right ahead of me. Now I wasn’t staring at her body the first time but this time good lord she had me panting like a freaking dog. Her smell was intoxication. We were in the self-lanes and she then does something that ****ed me up! She dropped something on the floor so she had to bend over in front of me and when she comes back up she makes sure to rub against me. Now my body is going haywire!

It’s early in the morning and I’m not use to it responding this quickly. There is someone in front of her, and there is even an open lane to the right of us but do you really think I am going to go over there? Something is going on with the customer ahead which gives us some more time “alone” as I slide my unused hand and reach for her. I feel the material of her jacket and slowly pull her back into me, never saying a word she steps back and slowly does these swirl movements that are sending me to heaven and back. I’m thinking it’s been so long since I’ve had sex, is this sex? If it is she better stop I’ll mess around and get her pregnant right through her clothes.

She’s next and she steps up and our connection is broken and I feel so cold. Now all I have is her scent on my jacket and hands. She turns around and looks me in the eyes and gets close enough to taste and slides her hands past my stomach to put her money in the machine. After she finishes with her groceries she walks to the entrance and turns around and mouths “bye” to me, she so stinking sweet, and all I can think is I wish I had a convertible ‘cause I’ll probably paint the inside of my car white-LOL Sometimes all I need is a good tease.

From the other side of the glass

I arrive at the hotel hungry and ready for a nap but that's not the theme for this weekend, It's more about supporting my friend's wedding, but being that it's not me getting married or even being close to it, I'm looking for something to get out of hand. I saw the movie Wedding Crashers, and its not like I want to go crashing weddings but I want those brides maids.

The past few months I have really missed the softness, the wetness, the sounds of a woman. I've missed her heat, and the way she seems to lose herself with me. Her touch, her taste, her kiss, the teasing on both ends of the delicious encounters, the trust and the giving of one's self. Hopefully this weekend will cool me off for a while, someday I will turn completely orange.

I have a few bags for this little vacation, pretty modest for a man or at least I think so, I get my key and open the door, some much for the non-smoking room, it's thick in this room so I open thee window and there must be a family of moths in there and they all are pissed. I walk around and request another non-smoking room, which isn't too far from the moth's room, I repeatedly apologize as I move my bags out.

I open the door and inhale deeply, it doesn't smell of smelly cigars, and there doesn't appear to be an bug infestation but the covers are similar to the porn that I watch; they will be on the floor soon. It doesn't appear that the walls are paper thin but its not like I want to listen to strangers either, I want them to complain on my walls because I have someone making me scream like a mad man. Goodness I need a release.

So I head back out to get my forgotten electronic sudoku, that should put me to sleep soon. It's funny I can remember explicit details of a woman, birthdays, phone numbers, or how different ways to beat the “Dallas Assboyz” in Madden Football, but simple things like remembering where I just put the remote to this stupid TV will take me all night to figure out, at times it makes me think that someone comes right behind me to watch me, look in areas where I just looked just to get a evil giggle out of the ordeal. So am I am rambling through my car...ever get the feeling that you are being watched?

I look up to the second floor to see this face, the beautiful face of a woman, poking out from behind the curtains. At first glance she appears to be deep thought, and then I notice the curtains are shaking violently, and we lock eyes. Now I am not shy or bashful, but I feel this sensation of wanting to turn away like I intruding, but I feel like a deer in headlights, and she has this sly grin on her face; I am now tangerine. Slowly a finger emerges and makes it way into her mouth, and it takes a few moments for my heart to slow down but I catch on that, they did this shit on purpose, waiting for someone to walk by to catch an eyeful, I am no longer sleepy but my hunger grows. Her mouth is open, and her head keeps moving in this rhythm with the curtains, the window is closed and her moan still haunts my thoughts. We never break out visual embrace.

I notice that she looks down and then her hair gets pulled to look back out the window, I see the intensity in her face; they are getting close. I sit down in my car to watch the fireworks, and then her breasts make their appearance and the curtain flaps opens a bit and closes; I saw the figure standing behind her, controlling her and she starts to buckle and her head drops. It's getting to be too much damn I am wishing it was me behind her, controlling her, commanding her, working her, manhandling her. I feel my hands unzip my pants and reach deep in my pants and squeeze the head and I am throbbing I can no longer hold off and just watch. Her head pops back up and a smile rolls across her face. They've stopped moving, seeing this is killing me, knowing that he just soaked her through and through. Knowing that when she stands up, she will have a mess. Knowing that it will run down her leg, this should be one hell of a wedding.