I frequented the mailings where you can order the DVDs, lingerie and "toys" - I purchased a toy (vibrator) that you could wear underneath your clothing and please yourself during the course of the day. This guy that I used to see could do that to me when he called me, but he doesn't call me anymore. So, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. I strapped in on, placing the vibrator insert inside and the tickler right on the head! I tried it before I left, leaving the controller in my pocket - buzz galore! I drove to work with it on a mild vibration and could manage. When I got to work, it was business as usual. Coming up on lunch time, I was trying to do a lot of things before I could eat and stuffed some folded papers in the very same pocket the controller was in! Damn! The vibrator went on full blast! It was extreme! I damn near collapsed at the sensation, I screamed I hollered and I am a healthcare professional! Can you imagine being treated for a GSW and hearing the panting and moaning of a woman in the hall next to you? I couldn't reach my pocket quick enough but managed to get the attention of everyone in the Hospital! Especially a sexy white guy who offered to "help" me to my office. Once there, he took the controller and begin to ration out teasers of vibration - trying to blackmail me for some head. His dick was beautiful though. When he took it out I was too far gone to be in awe, but not crazy enough to turn it down. Neva turn down a rock hard dick! The harder I sucked the more juice he gave me. When he came so did I...over and over and over and over and over....!

Sanri could not help but feel eyes on her as she walked around her apartment. Damn, it was hot, with the air conditioning unit out and God letting his light shine – walking through the kitchen dripping sweat. Ice cubes felt good sliding down her chest between her breasts and into her bra. As she leaned against the countertop, Sanri could feel the warmth of a stare, the cool breeze of brisk air across her belly – trailing the line of wetness left behind by the ice. When she opened her eyes there he was blowing the air, kneeling before her.
Damn, it felt good, not knowing she invited each breath with the parting of her thighs. A smile on her face came from the smirk on his, as he blew a kiss at his pussy. Yes, his pussy! He could call it that because he spelled each letter when he licked her. Did she say his name? Sanri did, over and over again. Blood rushed to the tip of her clit and the countertop really firmly she gripped as he licked and licked. Her mouth parted with each moan as he probed and probed – deeper he’d go. He knew what she wanted, but could not manage to say. He placed her legs on his shoulders she forgot how hot it was that day. He fucked her with his mouth as she reached down and found the length of his dick growing harder and harder the more she moaned. She hoped that her moans could be understood as he kissed her pussy slowly, she continued to stroke his dick. Who knew a wet pussy would be so inviting to a dick as this one was? He did, that’s why he flipped her ass around and parted her it. Tonguing her from behind and massaging her clit, she was bent over the countertop face first on the tile. Sanri felt lightheaded and bewildered, all at the same time. Could she take it anymore? What seem like hours for Sanri were only minutes in. Finally, a break long enough to catch her breath.
Was he done with her? No, not at all, he was at it again. She felt the back of her hair being pulled, gently but firmly as he eased the dick in. He let out a moan. Her pussy was so wet was she now, mixtures of his mouth on her and the heat created by them: his dick felt right at home. He didn’t rush it, she didn’t fight it. Jay slid in and out, but deeper and deeper each time. His hands never lost sight of her body as they slid down her back, over her spine to grasp her hips. She takes him all in as he leans back to fill her with the length of him deep inside of her. She felt so good, he thought. His penis filled with anticipation. Jay could not believe the sensations of being inside her, coursing through his body and the lingering taste in his mouth of her pussy (licking his lips in remembrance). Jay was helping himself to the awaiting pussy that was so wet, he could feel himself nearly about to explode. He claimed his stake in her, thinking to himself, “Whose pussy is this”. He knew who it belonged to. He would answer himself with a grin, thinking all along that it was his. Not just the pussy either, all of it: the ass, the tits, the hips, the lips, the thighs, the calves, the waist and the eyes, all of it. In all of the reminiscing, Jay stopped. Sanri looked up at him in shock, wondering why he would hinder such love-making with a pause. Jay backed out and turned Sanri around and bent down behind her, beginning to lick her from the rear; Sanri exclaimed so loudly her excitement for his action, grabbing his head in awe. But Jay didn’t want thanks, he wanted her ass to bend over and spread for him, give him his due, open up so he could say, “Ah”. His heart was fully content with her happiness, her gladness, her appreciation for what he wanted to share with her. She screamed out for more, begging him never to stop, but he did. Turning her toward him once again to gaze over her beautifully, pecan-colored skin and touching her breasts as to become enamored with her breasts, how they heaved when she breathed. He glanced over her mouth, her lips seemingly dry from not being kissed, but still moist from where she had just licked. They ached for his, her eyes conveying her plea silently – she was his, and he was hers. He continued to taste her as she grabbed his perfectly shaped, bald head pulling it to her more forcefully. As her head fell back, she caught a glimpse of life with him and smiled so lovingly. It was at this moment that she pushed his head away Jay fell backwards onto the floor, but was never alone as Sanri met his meeting with the floor with the very body he’d just begun to admire. She stood over Jay, her pussy ever so inviting. But Sanri had something else in mind; she pictured Jay in her head, licking her lips in agreement: she wanted him…deep inside her…her mouth, that is. She knelt between his legs, pawing her way up his legs to his penis standing at attention waiting to be saluted. Sanri graduating from boot camp gave Jay’s dick the proper salutation by taking him in her mouth. He tasted so good, that warm mixture of love between two people cultivated into something else she’d never experienced before. She sucked Jay into grabbing her head, motioning her up and down his dick. Jay didn’t know that a woman could give him so much pleasure, but glad that this woman was his. Who was this bitch? What is she doing to me? Jay questioned himself but couldn’t take it any longer. He begged her to climb up, saddle him and ride the dick. Sanri obliged. Sanri climbed slowly to her awaiting dick. It stood straight up as if to agree to readiness. Sanri teased Jay with delays, but once she’d arrived, Jay could not resist touching her naked body. He rose to meet her when she straddled him with a kiss, pulling her closer, allowing her to feel him deeper inside. He continued to kiss her so passionately, so totally, she moved like ocean waves on the rocks of Jay. She hugged him close as well, merging her body with his. She called his name aloud, seeing flashes of light with each said name. Jay too engulfed in warmth, Sanri’s moaning and the feel of being inside of her to do anything else but enjoy the ride. Each grind became so intense, her legs wrapped even tighter around his waist. It was as if someone captured their love on camera because the flashes of light increased and were nonstop as Sanri rode faster. Nearing her peak, Jay clings harder to her – both cry aloud, the last flashes fading into darkness as Jay and Sanri lay there holding onto each other. Having enjoyed each other they way a man and woman should her head on his shoulder, his head on her breasts, they were cradled in each other’s arms, in each other’s love.

My muse, my inspiration, my lover and friend, this is for you.
How do I fuck thee? Let me count the ways: I would kiss thy lips until I was completely fed, Moving my lips down thy neck until I covered your entire head. Ears, chin, nose, eyes, forehead and each cheek—I’d kiss,
Not forgetting a spot, trails of warmth I’d leave and no where I would miss. Massaging your shoulders, feeling your muscular arms, sucking each peck of your chest, tonguing your ribs, stomach and belly
button. Move around to your back, never disconnecting the touch,
Fingering your spine and feeling your broadness—blades, hips, waist and such. I’d smack, I mean smooch that ass—each curve on each cheek,
Not forgetting to keep my hands busy with the length of your dick.
Speaking of the dick, I want to suck him—because he has becum ready for me, so I do, and yes, I love the taste of him, he tastes so lovely.
My hands circle the thighs, knees and calves of you, giving way to the ankles and feet, as I ground myself, on the floor, on my knees—I bow to the dick. I salute your instructions and hail to your groans, giving my undivided attention to the duty before me. How do I fuck thee? Very slowly, slowly, slowly indeed!

I am tempted to call you now, as I lie in my bed feeling warm from the rush that is going to my head. My hand finds a home between my two thighs and my head buried in a pillow; muffling all of my cries thinking about you as I reach a little ecstasy. A smile crosses my face knowing you wish you were here with me.

I dreamt of you yesterday. Your smooth silky skin, the way your bottom lip curls, the way you caress me and hold me close. I dreamt that you pierced my soul with the engrossed brown eyes. Your hand gently cups my cheek as we inhale each other’s breath anticipating the first kiss. I never wanted something so much as I want this. I drink your aroma into my senses and become intoxicating by your smile. You seem so intense and controlled plotting the next more. Calculating the time in which to take control of my body, it’s all said in a grin. As I stare into your eyes, it’s become a realization that this may happen! Why fantasize? I memorize.

I want a man that isn't afraid to get on his knees, salute my pussy and greet it happily. I want a man that will cowtow to my ass and spread the cheeks and complete the tasks. He'll do what I ask, without response - taking the orders and doing it at once. Part the lips, kiss the head, lick the clit and suck it instead. Drink all my juices, so incredibly sweet - tongue-fucking the shit out of my pussy. Orgasms reached beyond my imagination, losing count of them all, increasing my dick temptation. So I give of my mouth and tongue politely, bowing to the dick and deep-throating him excitingly. Pleasing to me is my pussy indeed, while I suck him and suck him until his love fills me.

You seem so engrossed in the eyes to my more involved stare. I step closer to you, your person giving off heat and drawing me nearer. Your lips part as if you were calling me to you, the air that escapes beckons me too. Your brown eyes delve deeper into me - creating intensity and burning sensations in my chest and in between. My legs shiver but step up to you, I smile at the closeness and want a lick of your lips - just a taste. As I reach, my breasts brush you, your breath warms my face, the scent of you so pleasant, I close my eyes and inhale you in. Your tongue bathes my neck and nape - I taste so good. Your hands explore me, feel me, squeeze me, develop me and tease me. I sigh, wondering why I am allowed to enjoy such pleasures. My nipples harden, my pussy wettens, my body shakes and my legs, they open. Your hand slowly follows the call of warmth, wetness of my pussy and find a home. Deeper and deeper they go, searching for the yet unknown...while you finger, you taste my mouth, open for the kissing.