Sometimes A Mess Can Be A GREAT Thing

I never realized how long seven months without actual clitoral stimulation really was until my purple down comforter and magenta 400 thread count sheets were drenched in cum.

Awesome II made his way over to my side of town yesterday.  I was actually surprised he came over considering the World Series game premiered last night and he’s a huge fan of the Tampa Bay Devil Rays. 

Rather than bore me with the game, we watched Seinfeld and then Scrubs.  The Real Housewives of Atlanta was on but dude hates reality television.  I love it. 

He watches Colbert.  I eat Colbert’s ice cream. 

He loves cartoons, watches Family Guy and Boondocks; I loathe anything animated especially the former. 

He listens to Steve Harvey while dressing for work.  I shower and apply my MAC makeup to Tom Joyner.

Aside from us both loving Sade, we have little in common.  Does it make much for a long lasting relationship, who knows?  But it does make for some passionate sex.

Dude is amazing.  I keep asking myself why wasn’t I fucking him in undergrad?  With his good dick, I could have easily prevented acquiring three victims on my list.  I haven’t had a man explore every inch of my body the way his tongue and hands do in a LONG time.

To be honest, dude has a little too much energy for me.  My ex’s orgasm was easy to predict.  Ride his dick for 10-15 minutes and he was done.  But not awesome II, he can last for an hour without busting and for some odd reason this shit makes me want to twurk even harder.

His favorite position is this semi from behind one leg straight the other twisted to the side move.  It feels good, but I’m a clitoral stimulation kind of girl so I prefer consistent grinding on my clit than a deep, strong thrust. 

What I like about his dick is it listens to my body.  It feels my muscles tighten, my walls contracting and responds by giving me what I need.  Sex with him is give and take, not just him taking my pussy and forgetting that I too want to cum.

I did the cold water trick while sucking his dick.  He loved it and returned the favor (minus the water) twice.  Awesome is truly awesome from each and every angle or position. 

Apparently, he was too awesome because after burying his head in my pussy for 30 minutes my comforter and sheets were saturated with “juices’.

He laughed as he helped me change the sheets.  While cuddling, he interrupted the silence with, “So you’re a squirt-ter, huh?”

Squirt-ter?

I denied such a characteristic trait, but he informed me the reason he paused mid-way was not because I was suffocating him, but because he could feel me cumming.  He claimed I squirted him in his mouth.

“That’s never happened to me before.  I’ve only seen that shit in porn,” he explained.  In the dark, I could make out a Kool-Aid smile on his face.  Dude was proud he had found a pure and bona fide squirt-er.

Thing is, I have never in my oral sex life squirted shit from my pussy.  And yes, to me that shit only happens in porn or to Johansen’s callers.

I experienced a minute moment of embarrassment, but then I remembered that two weeks ago dude squirted his shit in my fucking hair!

Some call me Black Widow, but you can call me Ms. Picasso if you nasty.