One day while it was raining. I started thinking what it would feel like to say her name. I imagine being wrapped in her arms, our nipples brushing up against one another. My legs intertwined with hers, while I scream her name. Don't ask me why I was obsessed with her name. But I wanted her to make me say it.

 After we got the formalities out of the way I'd invite her to a hotel. A fancy one with a king size bed and amazing view to match. I wasn't ready for the neighbors to know her name. But I definitely wanted to climb the walls. While screaming her name at the top of my lungs

 I don't know if her name had me obsessed or her demeanor. But I had it bad for a woman I didn't know. One i never talked to or met in person. Had me fantasizing about spelling her name on the tip of her clit. I would sound it out letter by letter, till she begged me to stop.

 Don't get me wrong, I wanted to get to know her. Dive into her mind and see what she was like offline. Run my hands through her mane and listen to her day. I have faith the universe will keep the chemistry flowing. We share a few laughs but I want to explore more. Get to know you beyond the screen.

 I imagine us going out on a date, somewhere nice to eat to break the ice. Maybe share a few drinks to calm the jitters and spark the laughs. I want you to be comfortable, I want to feel secure, and together we have a good time. Like old friends reuniting, the conversation flows effortlessly. 

 And when its time to go we head to the car for an evening smoke session. I imagine my anxiety acting up anticipating being alone with you. I want you to take charge of the situation. Make me submit first so I can follow her lead. That's the kind of energy she displayed to me. As if she was an alpha woman who didn't take a no for an answer.

 Online she has a dominating present and i wanted to her to slut me. Convince me to do nasty things I've never experienced. In my fantasy she kisses me first, grabs my face to get my attention. To let me know she wanted me. Her lips would devour mine with her tongue following behind.

 Even when I try to back down, she’ll force me to stay. Her tongue will coach me to keep coming, till I scream her name. I’m sensitive to touch and her’s would set me off. I've waited years to be in her arms but that's not the only place I wanted to be.

 When it's all said and done, I wanted to moan her name while she lay on top of me. Her magic stick performs magical tricks while I say her name. Let it slide out of my mouth as she slides in my guts. Something about the way she carries herself tells me shes a good fuck.

 I'd pull back to save some for later, I had plans for us. While we calmed down I flicked my bic and wait for the ride to be over. On the way we would pass flirty looks and small pecks between red lights. She practically had me exposed in the front seat, having her way.

 And I wouldn't object. I bet the only thing I could say was her name. In awe by the way she controlled the wheel and kept me wet. A master of many trades, she handled us both with expertise. I sat there trying to endure the torture her fingers were giving. They tickled spots that haven't been touched in awhile.

 Months to be exact, but that's not important. I was with the person I wanted to re pop cherry. I had dreams about saying her name while riding her. And now it was going to happen. By the time we got to the hotel my panties were probably drenched. I get wet when I'm excited.

 Probably have to sit there for a second and gather my thoughts. This vow of celibacy I took didn't prepare me for her. Or the way she turned me on. From the dimples in her smile to the expensive cologne she wore. Her clothes fit her so well and I couldn't wait to take them off.

 She’s also funny in a rude kind of way but also a gentlewoman. She opened my door and helped me out of the car. My poor dress was ruined with my overflowing juices.

 “Damn.” I heard you say behind me.

 “It’s your fault.” You walked behind me to keep me covered.

 In the elevator I pushed my butt back into her. A few inches taller than me I loved the way she felt up against me. I felt secured, i felt wanted, and she felt fucking good. Her hands were all over me even when the door opened. She had the type of attitude that didn't care about what other people thought.

 We passed by others like two horny pornstars. And when we were finally alone all I heard was.

 “Take your clothes off.”

 I was thinking about that time I celebrated my birthday with my swinger friends. I celebrated beforehand with my family at a fancy restaurant. We had drinks, opened gifts, and laughed. At the end I was ready to be wild. For my birthday I wanted to play in the adult playground. A place where loved ones were not invited. 

 My family wanted to bar hop but I had somewhere else to be. My other group of friends were having a party for me. The kind of party people assume only pornstars throw. The swinger lifestyle isn’t a bath house nor like prostitution. The lifestyle is a community of like minded people, who share one common interest. 

 Sex. We may have different desires but sex is the link

 For me sex wasn’t about how many people you could fuck. It was about creating an orgasmic moment. Swingers understood what I meant when I said I wanted to cum. That means I wanted to be drained until my well runneth dry. With kisses that penetrated my soul.

 “Let’s go to the bar.” We were walking out of the parking lot, where my car politely waited for me to escape, when my cousin interrupted my thoughts. 

 “Can we go tomorrow?”

 Phoenix raised her eyebrows at me. “Why can't you go tonight?”

 ‘Why do you have to ask so many questions?’ Is what I wanted to say but phoenix’s my favorite cousin. 

 “Somewhere.” 

 It’s kinda awkward explaining you’re going to a party focused on sex. My lifestyle was my dirty little secret. People judged what they didn’t know about. And the word swinger sounded like a wild orgy to a person who didn’t attend. But that wasn’t true.

 “Can I go?”

 “No.”

 It was a no judgment zone for like minded freaks to indulge in their fetish. The Swinger lifestyle made it ok to enjoy what you like.

 My phone lit up. *Where are you?* Cherry text flew across my screen. 

“Tomorrow boo.” I hugged everyone and raced to the car. 

*I'm on my way. Did anyone show up?* This was my first time hosting a party.

 I normally participated or helped other clubs setup. But tonight was on me. The theme was Garden of Eden. I set the rooms up like they were in an inside garden. Trees, flowers and the dress code was gold. The food arrived earlier and I made sure there were a few bottles on the bar. The Closet allowed me to have my party here, but that didn’t mean people would come.

 “Girl, it's early. It’s a few people here but you know the regulars don’t show till twelve.”

 Damn. I headed down there hoping more people would come out. 

The street didn’t have any parking but one of the security guards waved me to the driveway.

 “We saved you a spot birthday girl.” Larry was an older guy hoping one day he’d get lucky. 

“Thank you Larry.” I gave him a church hug and walked to the door.

 Tonight would not be that night. I’m not sure how freaky I planned to get but it would be with someone that was irresistible. Someone I never tasted before. The music could be heard playing as I walked to the door. Tank was singing to someone.

 “Hey birthday girl.” Cherry opened the door before I could knock.

 Her excitement for my birthday washed away the butterflies. In cherry fashion she hugged me A Little tighter. “Happy birthday beautiful.” Somebody took my hoebag off my shoulders pushing me inside. I was looking for silence to greet me.

 “Happy birthday.” The crowd shouted from the living room to the back area. Familiar faces greeted me with a smile.. 

 “Awww.” I wanted to cry but I kept it together.

 Feeling loved is always a good feeling. Some of the people I knew from watching them play. Others from the many online groups. Clubs from the surrounding states came to celebrate me. A few men who wanted to play with me pinned five and ten dollar bills to my shirt.

The love was real. 

 I moved to the back area, scooping out the scene as I walked by. My birthday party brought out some new faces and anything my appetite desired. Tonight was going to be fun. On the back patio I saw my favorite pussy eater, I called Ms.tongue, smoking a cigar.

 Women were surrounded around her trying to make their bid. Ms.tongue was high on every woman’s list who attended the party. Dominant by nature Ms.Tongue was 5’8 with a caramel complexion. Fine and sexually talented. She was dressed in a pair of gold boxers and white tank top.

 “There’s the birthday girl.” Her smile made me blush.

 She walked towards me with her arrogance leading the way. I had the pleasure of experiencing her magic tricks one night. And I've been amazed ever since. She pinned a 100 dollar bill to my growing pile. Her hands grazed my nipples causing my heart to race. 

 “Why you not in your birthday suit?” 

 “I’m about to change.” My alter ego peaches tingle with excitement.

 ”You need some help?” She didn't wait for an answer. 

 Ms.Tongue led the way to the basement. The freak in me was ready to be let free. For my birthday I wanted to cum multiple times. She led me to the bathroom. Where I showered real quick and joined her in the dressing room. She stood there with a towel waiting to dry me off. 

 “Turn around.” I did and she got my back. Ms.Tongue started at my shoulders gently drying my arms. 

 I was dripping wet even as he dried me off. Turned on by the way she touched me. That’s when I almost lost it. I didn’t know how sensitive my back area was. But with every move my clit thumped. After a while his hands replaced the towel. Her fingers tickled my spine causing me to moan out loud. 

 “Baby. I have to get dressed.” I had to stop this before I fucked her. 

 Yes, I enjoy fucking her. Ms.Tongue is the only face my ass fits perfectly on. And her fingers always found my gspot. But tonight I wanted to start slow. Ms.Tongue would drain me and have me tapping me out.

 “Let me touch it.”

 “No.” Is what I thought I said. 

 But her hands proceeded to my private area. The second they touched my drooling lips, I almost climaxed. 

 “I brought you a gift.” The way she groaned in my ear sent chills to my hot pocket. Warming me up for whatever it is.

 “Where is it?” 

 “Upstairs dripped in green ” Her fingers were swimming between my walls while she kissed my shoulders. ”Go head and cum.” Ms.Tongue knew how to hit my spot..

 My knees were about to buckle. The air in my lungs was growing shorter as she slid his fingers up and down. I reached up and held on to her neck. The mystery of her gift added pressure to my curiosity. 

 I wanted to know what Ms.Tongue brought me.

 “You gonna cum again for me?” And I did. “Good girl.” She slowed up, fingers dragging out my climax.

 We weren’t supposed to be playing in the dressing room. It was a part of the common area aka no fuck zone. But I couldn’t stop cumming. And she didn’t move her fingers. To intensify the experience she started kissing my neck.

 “Baby.”

“Keep going beautiful.”

                                                             To be continued.......

 A loud knock interrupted her exploring.

 “Hey, birthday or not, get your ass out of there.” 

 Hating ass Rita yelled at us. The Closets in house police made sure the party rules were enforced. Rumor had it Rita carried a blade in case she had to say it twice. I think she enjoyed being around the sexual energy. Because I’ve never saw Rita play or engage with anyone sexual. 

 But her ass was always there when a rule was being broken. 

 “5 minutes.” 

 “OK.” I wanted her to shut up so I could cum one more time. 

 “We have to go.” Ms.Tongue slapped my ass and released me. 

 Rita's old ass is annoying, she could have given me ten minutes. I could fuck her all night and be content. She had an seductive aura about her that was addictive. But there were people here to see me. Ms.Tongue helped me get ready, put lotion on the spots I couldn’t reach.

 It was hard not to let my desire takeover. I wasn’t known to break the rules, but I was going to soon. 

 “Let’s go before you get me, put me out. I already got one strike.” Ms.Tongue winked at me.

 My outfit was a see through catsuit and a pair of comfortable stilettos.

 “You look good enough to take home.” We both laughed.

 This relationship didn’t leave this house. In The Closet she was my swinger girlfriend. Most of the time I came for her and left shortly after. The swinging lifestyle isn’t about fucking as many people assume. It’s based on your desires. Some women want adventure, some want a safe place to release their inner freak, and others simply want to cum.

 “Let’s go, I want my gift.” I left her comment without a reply.

 One thing about me. I kept my reality and lifestyle separate. I didn’t want to mingle afterwards. And I didn’t want to confuse a wet ass for a love connection. Cherry taught me that a good dick didn’t equal love. 

 At the top of the steps Rita gave me the evil eye. Everyone else was mingling, waiting for the birthday girl to make her rounds. People were giving me compliments, pinning dollars to my boobs, and offering me head as a gift. 

 I Loved every minute of it. The attention, the promises of a good time; my party was a success. And from the looks of the door I had a nice piece of change from the door. I walked to the living room shocked to see my Mystery Lady on the couch. Dressed in a green floral teddy waiting for me. I watched the men approach her and she politely turned them down.

 From the back I could feel someone staring at me. Over my shoulders I could see Ms.Tongue observing both of us. I don’t know how she knew my Mystery Lady. Or that I wanted her but she made it happen. The Ciroc in my system pushed me in her direction. Our eyes connected as another man attempted to cock block my view.

 “Hey pretty you with someone?” She kept her eyes on me.

 “Yes I am.”

 “Is he sharing?”

 “No I’m not.” I reached for her hand.

 And she happily obliged. Both of us took a second to appreciate one another's curves. My Mystery Lady had grown woman hips and an ass to match.

 “Damn, yall sure you don't want me to join?” I didn’t blame him for doubling back. 

 I would have wanted to join the show. With her taller Amazon frame and my short voluptuous build. Magic was about to be made.

 “No, but you can watch.” I held her hand, leading her to my room of choice.

 We walked back to the basement where the swings were calling me. This room offered four different types suspended from the ceiling. Because of how it was laid out this wasn’t a room where you could go crazy. They were secure but not more than eight people. There was a small area for outsiders to watch to the left of the room. 

 Footsteps could be heard as I led my mystery lady to the ‘Purple Reign’ swing. I needed her to be at the right level and comfortable. She started to say something and my lips stopped her. I didn’t want to waste time talking. Her lips were smaller than mine but equally soft. 

 Savoring the moment I gently sucked on her tongue. While my hands pulled down her dress. Mystery lady had to be older, probably a decade older than me. She carried herself with a mature characteristic that made her stand. I’ve seen her at the parties and she’s never thirst trapping. Whenever she was at the parties she wore heels, the entire and always smelled expensive.

 A few minutes later she wore nothing but the shoes on her feet. I took a second to look her over. Her cinnamon complexion made me hungry. Whatever she had on her skin appeared edible. My hands mimicked Ms.Tongue moves earlier. I felt up her backside, impressed with the weight of it. This is before bbls. When black women were known for having junk in their trunk naturally.

 “Do whatever you want with me.” She whispered in my ear as I inhaled her perfume.

 The truth is I’ve admired her since I first laid eyes on her. I wanted to see what her skin felt like against my hands. My hand reached out to see. It was soft. Like I could fall asleep on her breast soft.

 “Whatever?” I asked while my lips traveled to her hard nipples. 

 She exhaled as I continued my assault. My tongue teased her so my hands could grope her hips and thighs.I made sure both received equal attention. From left to right I kept going till she told me it was enough.

 “Sit down.” I showed her the swing. Ms.Tongue came over and helped strap her in. Part of me wanted her to stay. But not till I had my way.

 She read the vibes and went back to the corner where everyone else sat watching. I glanced at my Mystery Lady suspended in the air. Laying wide open waiting for me to make my next move. 

 On my knees I knelt in front of her. Amazed at how pretty her pussy was. There was a thin strip of hair leading to her small button. I started at her feet and worked my way to her thighs. Her skin felt silky against my tongue. I could hear her moaning quietly the higher I approached her thighs. If I had to guess she was a solid 170-180 and thick. Thick ass sat perfectly on the edge of the swing. 

 Being with women brought out a different kind of freak in me. One who wanted to be dominant in the situation. I enjoyed making a woman submit to me. The sounds of her melting at my commands made me wet. I heard one of the women spectating mention the wet spot in my catsuit. Her legs tried to close but the straps kept them open. There was no room for her to run tied up. 

 I liked that. 

 At the center of her core I watched her juices leak to the crack of her ass. And traced it with my tongue, cleaning up the mess I made. On my hands and knees I crawled towards her center. Mouth open, ready to revive my birthday gift. This is going to sound cliche but eating pussy reminded me of eating fruit. The juicy ones. Where you bite into it and the refreshing juice gushes into your mouth................ (I'll be back) 

 One day while I was at work my mind started wondering. I started to think about what ifs, old times, and the truth about being celibate. The idea of not having sex, made me think about it even anymore. While doing household chores, reading a book, taking a bath, and at work. Sex tormented my abstinence brain.

 While at work, driving the mobile bus for the city allowed my imagination to run wild. One day I started thinking about my guy. This had to be years ago. I met him at my favorite spot called, The closet. A popular swingers spot down in Maryland. On the outside it resembled every other family home. Nice manicured lawn, bikes neatly parked outside, and no one would guess the adventures happening behind closed doors. 

 Tonight wasn’t one of those nights I planned to go. But I met this cute guy I wanted to show off. His name was Zane and his dick matched his shoe size. The girls would be thrilled. It was always a good thing when fresh meat was introduced to the mix.

 “I can’t believe I finally get to experience this shit.” We we’re at the door when it dawned on me he was a newbie

“Remember. No means no, do not get drunk, and make sure you wear a condom.” Even though Zane wasn’t my man. I didn’t want him to embarrass me. I’ve been in the lifestyle for about 2 years and had a good reputation. I didn’t need him or his happy dick to embarrass me.

 “Right got it. So you don’t mind if I fuck someone else.”

I almost laughed. Zane was cute. And he had a good head on his shoulder. But We are single.

“I’m going to fuck somebody.” I rang the doorbell. “I suggest you do the same.” To ease his nerves I reached him and kissed.

 One thing about being swinger, sex was just that. Sex without attachments in a safe environment. That’s what kept me coming back. There was no need to search online when The closet had what I desired.

 The door opened and I heard a familiar say. ”Ohh hey baby.” Cherry, the 6”1 host interrupted our tongue dance. The door opened wider and we were ushered in. “You are getting started early.” She winked at Zane before holding out her arms.

 Cherry Amazon frame towered over my 5’3 frame as she embraced. I melted inside the middle of her breast, inhaling her pleasant perfume. She may have been tall, but Cherry was a feminine woman. My hands caressed her soft ass. Light Skin and curvy, cherry was every man and woman’s fantasy. Including me.

 “You know I’m always ready.” I kissed her shoulders “I brought you something nice.” I motioned for Zane to move closer “This is Zane.”

She looked at him. “He's cute.” Flabbergasted Zane said nothing. He stared at us hugging with a hardon to match. “Let me see it.”

 He swallowed, stunned by Cherry's request.

 “Excuse me?”

 Cherry let me go and asked closer to him. “I wanna see it.” Zane was taller and simply couldn’t believe what was happening. In the swingers lifestyle any and every fantasy is possible to happen. “May I see it.” Zane back to the door. Cherry hands were rubbing his pants. I watched the two of them wondering if he was going to let her see it.

 “See what?”

 “Your dick baby.” Seductively she kissed his neck. “May I take it out?”  I wanted her too. Her voice turned me on. The sight of cherry in her thigh high boots and boy shorts. Her breast were free pressed against Zane's chest.

 “Uh sure.” 

 “Tell me yes or no.” Cherry unbuttoned his Levi with no problem.

 “Yes or no .” The zipper came next. “I mean yes.” His ten inch bounced out of his pants. Cherry as well as the other women in the living room looked pleased with my offering.

I walked up to them stroking the other side of his thick dick. “This is his first time.” Cherry smiled harder.

 “Oh my that’s nice.” Her voice caught me off guard. I knew most of the women attended hump day Wednesday. This was o r I didn’t recognize. “May I touch it.” She stood next to me. My nipples were hard as she rubbed up against my arm. Whoever she was, must have bathed in milk. Because her skin was soft to the touch.

 We smiled at one another as I loved my hand. I checked her out as she checked out Zane’s impressive piece. Her breast looked to be a double DD and full. The white negligee dress exposed her nipples. It could have been her red hair that excited my senses. I loved a feminine woman and miss thing in her heels that exuded sexy and classy. 

 “Go head.” I spoke for Zane who was kissing cherry. 

 “Ohh that is beautiful.” She rubbed the pre cum over his head. “So are you.” With her free hand she rubbed my cheek.

 “Umm so are you” my eyes went back to her breast “May I

 “Hey now, y’all know the rules. No playing in the common areas.” Mark the owner broke up our mini session. “Take it to the back my sexy people. He pushed his glasses up while pointing to the right or Left.

 The closet had two sections divided by the kitchen and living room. To the right of the living was two private bedrooms. That was for the people who wanted A Little privacy. There was also a staircase that led to an attic. Not an ordinary attic. There was a king size bed and two full sizes as well for the more adventurous people. 

 To the left of the kitchen was the ding room area where the bar was. E the closet was BYOB, but it was also a community bar. Mark made his back area closed in for the smokers. And when you discovered the steps leading to the basement.

 That’s where the real adventure started. A true freak, he remodeled his basement to be a freak playground. There were four different areas for you to explore your freak level. He made a space for oral activity only. Where nothing but oral sex was allowed to be given or received. There was even a high chair made for giving head while standing. To the left was where the whips and chains were. If you had a BDSM fetish that’s where you would find your kinks. My personal favorite was the playground. A couple of swings hung from the ceiling. Fat friendly at that. I loved rocking back and forth while being fucked. I felt free. 

 And last but not least there was a blackout room. Complete darkness, in case you didn’t want to see what you were doing. The closet is a staple in the swingers community. Every Monday and Wednesday they threw their own party. And on weekends any family could rent it out. I know you’re thinking there are swinger groups? The answer is yes  from different cities and states. We travel to enjoy each other's company and body. 

 I'll tell you about that one day. I simply wanted to give you a preview of what a celibate lady thought about. ~I'll be back.~

 “Let’s go play.” Cherry took him by the hand. My mystery lady kissed me on the lips.

 “I’m cumming.” And followed behind Cherry.

 I knew what that dick was like.

 Tonight I came for something else, Zane was lucky to be my plus one. After having a hard week at work and dealing with my daughter on my own left me drained. Left me wanting to feel a pair of strong hands, the kind of hands that knew where my hotspots were without being told.  

 I went downstairs to the makeshift locker room to change out tonight's theme was white. And I had the cutest see through white nightie. It was strapless but hugged my fupa just right. I loved the bra built inside so my girls could look luscious. Wednesday brought out a decent crowd and hopefully my favorite.

 That’s another reason I drove 45 minutes on a work night. That was the only time I could see my favorite dick. I lotioned my legs and ass making sure I smelled delicious. Men and women loved smell goods. And I needed to be edible. I wanted to be eaten till my legs turned into jelly. I looked in the mirror making sure I looked good. 

 The girls were sitting pretty and my ass peaked out from my dress. I placed our clothes in a locker and walked out to the basement area. There was a guy in the high chair getting his dick sucked by two dark skin women. He held onto the chair as they took turns swallowing his dick. They were rubbing each other's nipples without missing a beat. I was going to go check on Zane but a pair of hands stopped me. 

 “You look nice.” My eyes closed, unable to stop the chills running up and down my spine..

 He was here. The one that made me cum on command. I inhaled his cologne turned on by what I smelled. My fav is a manly man. He’s the kind of man you submit to. Not because he was fine.

And he was fine. At 6’2 with dark Godiva chocolate skin, and bedroom eyes that led you straight to his perfect nine inch dick. And it was perfect. The right girth and perfect fit. My tongue memorized the veins on the side of it..

 “Thank you.” It wasn’t his athletic build that made him the total package.

 His demeanor elevated him to king status. An alpha male his presence commanded respect. In a gentle manner. His deep voice held a soothing tone. One I loved whispering in my ear.

 “May I have you?” Even though he didn’t have to ask.

 I loved the way he followed the rules. The lifestyle had rules like any other function. Permission had to be granted before you touch anyone. No meant absolutely NO. And you didn’t have to participate/play but you must dress down.

“Instead of answering I led him back upstairs. My legs moved swiftly to keep my river from overflowing. I missed last hump day and I learned he didn’t attend Monday madness when I showed up on a whim.

We moved by the arriving guess, opting not to speak. I was ready to fuck, nothing else mattered. I walked by the first private room and saw Zane trapped under Cherry's massive thighs. I hoped he could swim because Cherry is a squirter. Next door the other room was empty. Before anyone else could come in. I ran inside, dragging him in. The door closed as I pushed him onto the queen bed.

 “You missed me?” His full pillow lips grinned at me.

They knew the answer. 

 “I did.” Those lips sucked my attitude back on a positive track. 

 I don’t know how he knew what I liked but he knew. Without hesitating he pulled down his boxers. For a minute I was shocked. The white silk boxers against his chocolate had me drooling. 

“Come show me.”

 And I did. 

 On my knees, I knelt beside his dick trying not to appear thirsty. Instead of swallowing it down to his balls. My lips kissed the tip, savoring the precum that greeted me. 

 Blowjobs weren’t my favorite part about sex. But I enjoyed pleasing him. The sounds of him moaning as I made a trail of kisses all over dick. I got off on watching his toe curl while I made him disappear inside my mouth. Those same veins I talked about early greeted me as I made it to the end.

 “Damn baby.” His hands moved my hair out of the way.

 He watched me create a rhythm on his beautiful pole. I wanted him to know how much I missed him. Sex with him turned me on so much. The fact that he fucked my brains out and I could go home without any stress. Was even better for me. Some ladies needed a sexual fix without relationship complications. The swinging lifestyle provided that

 “I missed you too.” He rubbed my neck. Encouraging me to stop. “Come here.” I did what I was told.

 With no words he kissed me, biting my lip in the process. Not enough to draw blood but hard enough to make me moan. 

“Daddy.” I put my tongue in his mouth, unable to contain my excitement.

 He matched my energy giving his in return. The kiss wasn’t awkward or sloppy and it made my nipples hard. 

“Baby come here.” His request seemed awkward since we were kissing. I don’t know how closer he wanted to get but I kept kissing him. “Sit on my face.” 

 I tensed up. 

 Although I was an adventurous girl certain things were new to me. Riding faces wasn’t on my list.

 “How?” I didn’t look at him. 

 This was new to me and maybe out of my league.. Mr. Handsome had to be in his late twenties early thirties. When I was only nineteen. A young girl who lucked up and found a safe haven to explore my sensual side. I didn’t want him to know I was a young cub.

 “Bring your ass here.” His arm reached for my waist, pulling me on top. At first I felt uncomfortable with his nose ruffed in my ass. Until his tongue swiped across my clit. It was different from missionary head I could feel my juice leaking down his chin

 “Fuck.” 

 I leaned forward trying to be cute as I assumed the position. The modest girl in me didn’t want to just flop in his face. Even if his hands were encouraging me to sit. 

 “Relax.” 

 He wasn’t the kind of man that spoke twice. Mr. Handsome had a voice that gathered your attention with one word. As he introduced me to this new style of riding. His tongue tickled my clit while his nose rested between my cheeks. This was different. It may appear as though I was in control sitting on top of his face. 

 My 228 pounds had him trapped underneath me. My thighs were thick enough to crush him. And my ass was phat enough to smother him. Yet, he handled me as if I was light as a feather. Even on the bottom he directed my moves, stopping me from leaning forward. That’s why i love fucking him. He tamed the sexual beast in me like know one else. 

 There’s something magical about a person who speaks your body language. Listens to your moans to make sure you're satisfied. He was a giver and they were rare, memories like this had me in my feelings. Had me almost ready to backpedal on this celibacy journey. 

 But I wasn't.