Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Domina*tricks told me that she'd read my blog more often if I wrote like Fury. While Fury has erotica on lock, I figured I'd try my hand at a sexy blog for a day. Since TMI Tuesday is next week and my blog will belong to Fury (if he accepts), I'll use this Tuesday to test my sexy ;-)
Have you ever been turned out? I think it happened to me last night. I was laying on my L shaped, cozy couch minding my own business. My phone rings unexpectedly, as I had already had all of my usual conversations with friends, family…and everyone else and said my goodbyes.
“I wanna come check you,” he said from the other side of my phone.
I looked at the clock and thought about it. I’m no where near sleepy, but it’s getting into booty call territory. Hmmmm…..
I figured since Flo was making an exit, that would keep me safe from doing anything I had no business.
I crack the door open just enough for him to slide through. I didn’t think my grey night shirt was inviting - I was trying to make myself less appealing just in case he had any funny ideas. It didn’t work though as he pushed me up against the wall to kiss me hello.
Uh oh…I’m in trouble now.
I invite him to sit and ask him if he’s allergic to my cat.
“I ain’t never scared of no p*ssy.”
Yeah...I’m in BIG trouble.
I smile at that comment, and try to ignore it at the same time. It doesn’t work. “I ain’t never scared” keeps playing over and over in my head like a musical refrain.
We sit, we chat and I think I’m doing alright. I’m keeping my head while we discuss the news, and how Sue Simmons was the shit back in the day. “She was fine! Too bad she’s a lesbian. Broke my heart.” He goes on and on about her….and I sit…transfixed.
I watch his lips move. Every word seems to stroke my libido and makes my blood run hot. Then my cat jumps up on the sofa next to me – that movement makes me jump…wipes my wetness.
“Oh no…not tonight. Tonight she’s MY cuddle partner.”
He picks up the cat and plants his paws gently on the floor. I look at my cat like “sorry” as my late night visitor turns off the tv, turns out the light and takes my hand.
“Come lay with me.”
This can’t be good.
He lays me down and rubs my brown legs. “mmmm…just as I remember, beautiful skin Brooklyn,” he says as he subtly appeals to my ego. He sucked my lips and then kissed them, savored them. Then he started talking to me.
“Tell me how you like it.” That question alone made Miss Kitty purr.
Before I could answer he was between my legs. I was about to be sent over the edge when he flipped me over. “I asked you a question. How you want it mama?” Is he he talking shit now?
I’m grown, so I try to be all woman in my response. However, “Surprise me” was the best I could answer. Miss Kitty was about to be bought and I knew it…and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I had to just hold on for dear life and hope that I didn’t go flying over the side of the bed.
“No, I want you to TELL me how you want it.” Damn, he’s a persistent muphucka ain’t he? He flipped me back over to face him, he stared at me waiting for a response.
“I don’t care,” I whispered in his ear.
He slapped my ass and said one more time “NO….TELL me…”
Did he just slap me? I think my pride was gone at that point.
“Kiss me. Touch me here. Slow…take me…slow.”
I wrapped brown sugar legs around his waist and locked him in, wouldn’t let him go no where. I flowed all over him, splashes washing our bellies, moans muffled by tongue wrestling kisses that make your mouth tired and your lips tingle.
As my legs collapsed, I was flipped over yet again…and served up lovely. Up until then, I thought I was in control, realizing that not many people get to see me like this. Every gasp, every moan, every shiver – he was slowly bringing it all out of me. I could barely move, but it felt too good to stop. He was trying to break me down and he wasn’t being very polite about it. I wasn’t going down without a fight though. My ego was getting stronger and I wasn’t going to let him make it better for me than it was for him.
But what to do? I was ready to take the gloves off and fight dirty, so I had to reach into my bag of tricks. I had nothin'. I used every sex muscle I had, and the only thing I could do was put a fresh squeeze on him…and just like that....
“No! I didn’t wanna bust yet!”
Even if it did take 4 hours to get him.
After several rounds I couldn’t even call it draw. I lost. TKO – knocked the phuck out. He’ll be back though, and I can try again…I have to take some damn vitamins or eat some Wheaties or something. That was just too good to do just one time. I fell asleep smiling, could it be that I’m smitten. I didn’t know what I was missing until that man caressed my kitten :-)
"I ain't never scared..." I heard in my ear again. And he ain't neva lied.
Yes, I can admit it. For the first time in my life, I've officially been turned out.