We had a tumultuous relationship to say the least. He had a way about him that would just get under my skin. He knew how to press my buttons. But he also gave me the world. It was some long distance shit although it seemed like he was always in my city. We were celebrating something, or he was just being sweet and spoiling his baby that weekend… I don’t recall. But regardless he had me reserve a suite of my choice and that’s where we linked up when he touched down. Flowers and a bottle of tequila we’re waiting on me. I had also been thoughtful enough to grab him a bottle of Hennessy when I left from my bikini wax earlier that day. But he was late getting in town and I was upset so the mood wasn’t quite right.

We went to dinner and my animosity continued to grow. He ignored my anger which made it worse. He tried to act like everything was fine thinking that’d cool me down but he knew better. Went back to the room and had a drink or two which only heightened the disagreement. He made a remark about not having to be here and threatening to go meet his boys at the club instead. I threw my glass at him but missed and it smashed against the wall. The look on his face told me he was done tolerating my tantrum. So me, being the petty person I am.. grabbed my bag and left.

As soon as I was pulling out of the parking lot he’s calling my phone. “Where the fuck you going?” He angrily demands. “You going out w your boys right? Well I’m going out too.” I snickered in return, and that’s exactly what I did. Called my home girl and told her I needed to get away from —- for a second, picked her up from her place and hit the club. Yea, I went to the club and flirted a bit. And yea, I let a guy talk me up and pay for a few drinks, I might have even danced on him or sat a little too close. I know it doesn’t make it right but at the end of the night after I left (without any Mr. rebounds in tow) and dropped my girl off. I then took my ass back to Daddy. I mean, I was mad, petty… Hell maybe even trifling.. but I still had my room key and politely let myself right back in.

The bottle I had brought him was empty, as were several other new bottles that were cast about the floor. The glass I had thrown at him still shattered on the floor. The ashtray full of roaches… looks like he had a party of his own here. I didn’t care though… I laughed. I knew his threats to go out with his boys were just that. After I left he probably just invited them to the room to chill and get shit faced. Besides, he did like to occasionally display all the boogie shit we did together… aka getting Suites on the 36th floor that consisted of walls of windows just so we could overlook the city while we cuddled. We were a power couple when we were together, but we also fought dirty.
I made my way from the living room area to the bedroom… checking to make sure my bottle of tequila had not been emptied as well. I found it on the counter still as full as I’d left it, I grinned. He wasn’t that mad. He knew I’d come back. I creeped into the bedroom and I could hear him breathing heavily… drunk and passed out. I pulled the covers back to make sure that was in fact a pillow beside him and not another bitch. My heart skipped a beat for a second…. but nope… we’re good. Just him in this bed full of feather pillows.

I went into the bathroom, shut the door and turned on the light. I pulled my dress over my head and dropped it to the floor. I closed my eyes as I started wiping off my make up. When I opened them back up he was standing at the door way. He startled me a little but I just smirked. I knew he would still be here waiting for me. I knew he knew I’d come back. This was how we were, this was what we did. He didn’t return my smile and kept his face stern. “Where the fuck you been?” he growled. I erased the smile from my face and turned back to the mirror. Continuing to remove my make up, ignoring him. “You heard me, where the fuck you been?” He grabbed my wrist. I snatched it back. “Don’t worry about where I been. Where the fuck you been? You said you were going out! You brough some bitches back here from the club with you?” I can play this angry game too.

He continued, “Do you see some mother fucking bitches from the club in here? Because if I had brought them back they’d still be in the bed w me now!” I rolled my eyes as I came right back, “Mmmhhhmmm. Whatever, them hoes probably hiding in here somewhere.” By now he has made his way into the bathroom with me and is standing behind me. I’m looking at his face in the reflection of the mirror. His face has softened a bit so I know he’s not truly angry anymore. He grabs my hair which is tied into a bun as I was washing my face. “If you really thought it was some hoes in here would you be here?” He asks as he pulls my hair tighter. “No.” I whisper, trying to hide my smile. He snatches my hair hard, pulling my head back while his body pins me up against the counter. He brings his face close and forcefully pushes his lips against mine. He kisses me hard and deep but I’m squirming from the discomfort of the way he has me positioned and my neck twisted.

He pulls his mouth away and turns off the light. I go to turn to him but he pins me in place up against the counter, my back still to him. He licks his fingers and then shoves them in me. No foreplay. He’s going to take what he wants. What is his. I go to lean my torso over the counter but he snatches my hair again. “Naa stand up straight.” He commands as he pulls my neck back so far I thought it could snap. He’s sliding his hard dick inside of me at the same time. This control turns him on. The fact that I give him this power is exactly why he’s mine. As he thrusts harder my moans are more like grunts due to the lack of air. He releases my hair and shoves my body flat onto the counter… never stopping his stroke. He leans to the floor without exiting me and grabs my dress. He pulls my hands behind my back and uses the dress to tie them together. I’m struggling to free myself as he strokes deeper and deport. The more I run the harder he goes. The collaboration of pleasure and pain make me crazy. My body is cumming but I can’t fully submit to it because of the discomfort. Every time I beg him to stop he goes harder “Nope, ain’t this what you wanted? You wanted to make daddy punish you?”

Finally my body is trembling so hard I can’t stand. He carries me to the bed and tosses me down face up onto the soft pillows. My hands still tied together but loose enough now that it’s not uncomfortable. He climbs on top of me missionary and kisses me softly. As hard as he likes to fuck me this is the position he always cums in. When he can look right into my face and make love to me. As he’s kissing me deeply he puts his hands around my neck and squeeze. I bite his lip. He pulls his mouth away but keeps his grasp. His thrust is slow but deep. I feel it quicken as he squeezes my neck tighter and tighter. My moans turning into gasps and we look directly into each other’s eyes. He lets out a moan that to this day still gives me chills when reminiscing, before he collapses in pleasure.

And here’s the STORY:

After the game we met my friends for drinks. My plan was to introduce him to some of my girlfriends with hopes that he and one of them would hit it off. Like I stated earlier, I knew what his intentions were with me and rather than turn him down I thought it’d be better to hook him up with one of my friends. That way there wouldn’t be any hurt feelings and I could possibly still enjoy some of the perks of being cool with him. Yes I know that’s shallow, but Hey, he was a “Good catch” and I gave my girlfriends the background story on him and basically let them make their own call. Two in particular seemed to be interested and have some potential chemistry with him.

We were at the bar for several hours and everyone had A LOT to drink. As we were heading back to my house I jumped in the car with one of the said girls, leaving our guest to drive back alone. Part of me hoped he’d decide to not come back to my place but head back to his hotel for the night. He actually beat us to my house! He was in the driveway waiting when we pulled up. I wasn’t worried however because my girlfriend had verbally confirmed her interest in him during our car ride home. However, when she parked the car she informed me that she was too drunk to come in and was heading straight home. “What?! You can’t leave me with him!” I wanted to scream but I understood her position and still had an alternate. Potential interest #2 was my roommate who had also just arrived to the house to meet us for some continued partying.

We got in the house and everyone had another drink or 2. We smoked and listened to music, everyone vibing and enjoying themselves with no pressure. Then came the “great” idea to go to a Strip Cub. I’m not sure if it was my idea or his but I was too drunk to realize this wasn’t the best option. Even when my roommate decided NOT to join us I was still too turnt up to not go. I have no idea what time we made it back but I know I was so intoxicated I needed his help to stumble into the house. He led me to my room. I had tried to keep our visit confined to the “public” areas of the house so that this “privacy” didn’t occur between he and I, yet here we were.

We sat on the couch in my room. Laughing and recounting the events of the night. I had truly enjoyed myself yet I was still somewhat waiting for him to make his exit. I’m not sure if it was the alcohol, the exhaustion, or some subconscious desire but I found myself cuddled up with him on the couch. “Come here Ma.” He whispered as he pulled me on top of him and then found his lips with mine. This was more intoxicating than the alcohol. “You know I’ve never stopped thinking about you.” I rolled my eyes at his attempt to seduce me further. “I’m serious. You were my first. I always dreamed about being with you again.” And that was the moment when I realized that even though this scenario was wrong in several ways at least this will make for a good story.

I remember him flipping me over. He and I both pulling at my clothes to get them off. His face quickly finding its way between my legs. His tongue diving in and his lips and chin being covered in my juices. I came over and over until the pleasure became unbearable and I started trying to force his head back, away from my clit. In one quick motion he stood up, lifting me off the couch with him. I thought he was going to carry me to the bed but instead he carried me over to the full length mirror, turned so that I was staring at myself in it, and lifted me higher, sitting me on top of his shoulders. I pressed my palms against the ceiling to balance myself as I watched him continuing eating me until I screamed. He carried me to the bed and threw me down. I was still speechless as he looked down at me, still standing at the foot of the bed. “Turn over” he commands and I assume the doggy-style position thinking this is how he wants to enter me first.

As I’m turned away from him face down ass up, waiting for him to enter me, I feel his tongue again. His mouth all over me, his tongue sliding in and out. The pleasure was unbearable. I think I even blacked out.

The next thing I know he’s made his way on top of me, his face close to mine, and he oh-so-gently slides inside of me. The feeling of penetration combined with my current sensitivity state makes me orgasm immediately. As I’m clinching at his arms, my body shivering from head to toe, and gasping for breathe through my moans. He kisses my face and whispers “I’m not that little young, inexperienced boy I used to be.”

Point Proven…..

We met in High school. He was new, just moved to our small town from New York. Even back then I had a thing for eye candy and Damn was he sexy! Tall as hell, sculpted arms, and gorgeous abs, even in the 10th grade. He was a basketball player. I was stuck-up and only dated athletes. We were destined to end up in each others adolescence fantasies. After a few weeks of him walking me to my locker between classes and me flaunting his Letterman jacket down the halls, that’s exactly where we found ourselves.

I was entirely too grown up as a teenager. This wasn’t my first time and I knew more about pleasing a man than I should have. We had talked about having sex before and he confided in me that he was a virgin. I wasn’t sure if I believed him. He was just entirely too attractive, too charming, too smooth, and Hell NOBODY I knew was still a virgin anymore. Regardless of what I believed or didn’t, here we were, him spending the weekend at his Best friends house who conveniently lived on the same street as me. Me home alone with no worries of parents returning; and us together laying in my bed. Me in some skimpy shorts, him with his shirt off.

“Come here Ma.” he whispers with that heavy northern accent, pulling me closer to him. I’m a lot bolder than he is so I climb on top and straddle him. I’m looking down starring in his eyes, caressing his chest. He licks his lips and my mouth waters with desire. I lean down and we kiss, hard and wet. I sit up and pull my shirt off, over my head tossing it on the floor. I can tell he isn’t too sure what to do. Maybe he is really a virgin, well I can teach him a thing or two.

It’s slightly awkward as I tell him to undress and then undress myself. I reach in my side drawer and pull out a condom. His dick is smaller than I would have expected but he’s incredibly hard. He doesn’t take the rubber from my palm so I assume he is uncertain of this too. I open it and slide it on for him. I straddle him again and grip him, sliding it in myself. He has a look of shock on his face. He’s mesmerized as I clumsily bounce around. I on the other hand, am shocked at how whack this is. I’ve never been with a guy who literally did nothing, I’m not even good at riding, he’s supposed to be the one in control. I can barely feel a thing but I moan a little to maximize his experience. His face is so expressionless , he isn’t making a sound, am I even doing this right? Suddenly, all of 4 minutes in dick goes limp, falls out, nut spills out on the sheets. Now he’s running to the bathroom to clean up.

That was our one and only teenage encounter together. We didn’t last much longer because as I stated I was much too grown as a teenager and had more important things to do than walk down the hallways hand in hand competing for cutest couple. He too had discovered his fame as the new guy and had gained an air of confidence after that that made him obnoxious. He had become overly flirtatious, a player. He was no longer my shiny new toy. Things ended during an ugly phone conversation and a heated visit to my house to reclaim his jacket during which he spat at me that he wasn’t really a virgin when we had sex. I found this funny, I could care less if I took his virginity or not. The sex was so bad however it made him look worse if he actually was experienced.

As comical as this all was the fact that he was saying this in an attempt to hurt me activated my Get-Even-Switch and I promptly told all my female peers how small and horrible his dick was. Ironically me and a few of my close girlfriends even joked about this years later. He was always a talented basketball player and earned himself a very prestigious scholarship and eventually went to play ball overseas. In our small town this earned him a level of fame he didn’t necessarily deserved but certainly enjoyed and encouraged. His social media posts were overly flashy, visits back home entirely too extravagant. “— Was in the club last night. He was looking good but I kept remembering what you said about his dick being little.” They’d gossip to me. “Girl yes, I don’t understand how he is so tall with a little dick. I hope it grew over the last few years.” “Girl did you see what — posted yesterday? He has been so cocky since he got popular back in school.” And I’d laugh, “I don’t understand why when his sex is so horrible.” They’d continue, “It was that bad girl?” And I’d confirm, “It was definitely the worst sex I EVER had.”

*****Fast Forward Several Years***** We’ve ran into each other a few times when I was visiting back home. His basketball career had ended and he’d moved back to the small town where he’s still a local celebrity. He does well for himself, that scholarship turned into a degree which resulted in a successful career even after his basketball days. And those basketball days had earned him a nice savings account; which in our small town equated to a decent house and flashy car. I however didn’t live in this small town anymore and wasn’t impressed by the antics of the locals nor my former classmates. So when we’d see each other we may occasionally speak or we may ignore each other entirely. I think my mood may have been what determined this but none the less he was no stranger yet we hadn’t had a conversation since our short-lived puppy love had expired.

Then one day he went on Facebook and liked SEVERAL of my pictures. That lead to an inbox and some casual how-you-been-conversation. “I come to Atlanta often.” he informed me. “Been thinking about moving there myself, you still like it?” I entertained his attempt at a conversation, “Yea, I love it you know I don’t even come back to Tuscaloosa much anymore. Atlanta is my home now.” Then he tried to find his in, “I bet you know all the good places to go out. All the best parties.” I knew what he was up to, “Yea I guess so.” And here it comes. “Maybe next time I’m in town I could hit you up to show me around, it’d be cool to catch up.” Inside I’m laughing, “Maybe so.” I knew what he wanted but had no desire to entertain it.

He messaged me a few times to see if I was busy, to let me know when he’d be coming to the city, conveniently I always had other plans. Then one day he messaged me that he was in Atlanta and a number to call him. I’m not sure why but I was curious as to what he had to say so I called. His roommate from college, who went on to the NBA had given him a pair of floor seats to a very exciting game. He asked if I was busy this time and wanted to go. I’ll admit I was sightly impressed, by the seats and also by that he chose to invite me as much as I had curved him lately. I’ll give him a few points for effort there. Even still I knew what his intent was. I knew what he was after. I also knew I should turn down the invitation as usual, but instead I said Yes.

**Keep Reading**

I’ve lived in Atlanta for years now, in a culture where Eating Groceries is widely discussed and (some) women have come to accept the fetishes of many Straight men encountered here. I’ve had numerous conversations with girlfriends who share their sex tales of penetrating men with toys, of him being into Ass Play, of him asking for things I would not expect a Man to ask for from a woman, but maybe another Man. I’m not passing judgement, I’m just saying I ain’t really with that. And while I have heard all the stories, I never thought I would encounter that myself. Not the type of Men I date. Not the Gangsta/Street/Hood/Masculine type I go for. Those types, they don’t play about their ass holes. (LOL)

Then, there was this one time on Tinder……

Yes, Tinder. That’s how we met. I have never been into Online dating but I started to hear all these stories about Tinder and I was curious. I signed up, and I actually liked the concept. It’s very to the point. Very much based on physical appearance. I like that. Call me superficial but the fact that we don’t even chat unless we find each other attractive is appealing to me. I matched with a few people, had a few conversations, but nothing exciting. I had went on vacation for a week and not opened the App for a few days but when I logged back in one of the guys I had been chatting with messaged me. He was glad to see I was back and wanted to meet up. He was attractive, but young. My usual Dope Boy type. He admittedly had a white girl fantasy and overall, I just wasn’t impressed.

I gave him the cold shoulder for a couple of weeks…standing him up for dates, not returning calls. But I was bored and never completely cut him off. Maybe I was stringing him along for my own amusement. One day he snapped on me. Went all the way off about me bullshitting and playing games with him. This instantly turned me on. I liked the Gangsta side. I let him come over. It was late at night. We smoked a blunt and had a drink while sitting in my bedroom. I think we both knew I was going to give in, at least a little, tonight.

***Fast Forward*** We’re both nearly naked laying in my bed. Sexy music playing in the background, drunk off the alcohol, ready for the climax of the night. I start caressing his dick. It’s fat as fuck and he’s hard as hell. I spit on it to lubricate my hand. I start jacking him harder. He pulls his boxers all the way off and lays back taking in the pleasure. I’m getting more into this. I’m between his legs, palm gripping his dick as I move it up and down, mouth near the tip constantly supplying more spit. He moans…. I want him to fuck me! Why hasn’t he stopped me and got on top yet?

“Go down a little further…” He mumbles under his deep breathes. I move my hand further down the shaft, to the base of his dick. I guess he wants me to stroke his entire dick….up and down, up and down. “Move your hand further down Babe.” He says more clearly but still with that sexy, raspy voice. I’m a surprised, but I think he wants me to pull his Balls while I jack his dick. That’s a little strange, but I’ve been with dudes before that like this shit… nothing new. I cup and lightly pull his balls with one hand while I keep stroking with the other. Damn it, I’m ready for him to take control. I don’t like doing this much work! He needs to just go on and cum so he can get back hard and fuck me. I’m getting bored, dazing off…. “Play with that Booty Hole Baby.”

 WHAT IN THE ENTIRE FUCK did he just say?

*Insert me laughing hysterically in his face.*

Hand job abruptly ended.

Sexy night over.

My fingers NOT entering any Booty holes.

Him leaving my house undeniably embarrassed never to be heard from again.

Tinder account DELETED. 

As soon as I touched down in his city he says, “You up for getting some money tonight?” I smirked, “Always.” That was one thing about our relationship, we hustled like Hell together. He may always want me to be dressed up and play the “feminine” role but he respected that I still had the hustle of a man. We made a few plays and ended up back at his house with a bottle of Hennessy. I only drank brown liquor when I was with him because it would do something different to me than my usual tequila. It was a different kind of “turn up.”

A few of his homeboys stopped by and we sat in the living room smoking and drinking. It was strange how with him I was accepted as one of the guys, but not in a platonic way, it was just the level of respect. Around 3am he looks over to me says “Go to the room, I’m about to come back there.” I love his boldness. I love how everyone in the room always knew I was HIS. I do as he says without saying a word to anyone. I know what time it is.

When he gets to the room I’m ready for him. I’ve stripped down to my boy shorts lying on top of the comforter, lights off and music on. “Don’t you think you have too many clothes on?” He commands. I slide off my panties and throw them at him. He catches them, smirking at me. He undresses and lays next to me but he doesn’t get on top of me like I expect. Instead he’s beside me on his back. I roll on my side and start caressing his chest, waiting on him to make the first move. Willing him to take control of me like he does so well. Finally he whispers, “Bring that ass here.” I straddle him, assuming he wants me to ride him, but he grabs my hips and moves me further up, I gasp a little when I realize where he wants me.

He sits me right on his face and starts feasting. Within minutes I’m about to explode. My legs start shaking, my thighs clenching around his head. My back arches as I’m moving up and down on his face. The orgasm takes over. I’m clinching the headboard as I scream out. My body stiffens and then slowly relaxes as I come back down from the high he’s just subjected me to. I start squirming away from him as the sensitivity sets in, lifting myself away from his amazing mouth and glorious tongue. He feels me running and grabs my waist, pulling me down on his face, clenching me harder so I can’t escape. I have no choice but to embrace the pleasure he’s inflicting on me.

I cum over and over and over, shivering from the intensity, legs numb and trembling, juices nearly drowning him. He grabs ahold of my hips, never taking his mouth away, never stopping the incredible work his tongue his doing, and sits up with me. He lays me on my back and continues. My hands are instinctively pulling at his head, willing him to keep making me cum even though I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I wrap my legs around his neck and let go, allowing him to please me as much as he’ wants. That’s something he never seems to get enough of, Pleasing me; and that’s when I realized THIS MAN WAS MADE FOR ME.

Part 2

His lips trail down my neck, his hands on the base of my back pulling me into him, so close I can feel how hard he is even through our clothes. His cologne is making me melt. He finds that spot at the base of my neck near my collarbone that gives me chill bumps. His soft kisses turn into deeper sucking. His mouth open, his tongue gently circling in such an erotic way that it makes me gasp out-loud. A low moan escapes my throat. He senses how badly I want him. He slides his hands down further, cupping my ass with both his hands. I thrust my hips into him, confirming his instincts that I do WANT him. He grips my ass harder, lifting me up off my feet. With my back still pressed up against the wall my legs instinctively wrap around him. I’m loosing control and in a place I thought I NEVER would.

I suddenly realized that while we’re in the “Dark Room” there is still an audience. I want him but I’m not too into the fact that I’m in a “sex club”for the first time. I’m not ready to allow myself to give in. I put my hand on his chest and push him slightly away. He stops, pulls back a little, sets me back on my feet.”Not here.” I whisper. He kisses me again on the mouth. “It’s Ok.” He assures, with his mouth pressed into mine. The club is jumping now, it’s packed with people, the music is blaring. He leads me down a narrow hallway into a room filled with people, most are dressed in lingerie. A girl dances seductively around a pole. We turn the corner into another hallway. This one is lined with people and a few scattered doors that lead to private rooms. The doors are all shut. He steps up to each one and knocks loudly. They are all taken, all occupied by other people, couples, those enjoying themselves in a way I NEVER would. When he tries the last door and it to is taken I’m a little relieved simply because I can’t seem to make my nervousness subside; but mostly I’m disappointed. The physical thirst that I have had for him since the moment I saw him isn’t going to be quenched. We’re heading back to the bar, back to my friend, back to where it all started, as if all of this lust didn’t just happen. There’s a discreet door across from the bar, its almost hidden. He seems as if he didn’t even know it was there or at least had forgotten to check it. He twists the knob and then turns back to grin at me as it opens right up and he leads the way in.

The room is tiny, not much bigger than a closet. It has a single lightbulb in the overhead fixture. It’s red, which gives the otherwise basic room such a sexual appeal. There’s a chaise along one wall and a mirror on the wall in front of it. He lays back on the small sofa. My eyes widen as I take in how sexy he is, how sexy the vibe is, how turned on I am by this atmosphere. “Come over here.” He flirts, obviously realizing there is only room for one unless I climb on top. I straddle him without hesitation, forgetting all those NEVERS I had been murmuring all night. He pulls my shirt off, puling me down on top of his bare chest so our hot moist skin is pressing together. His wet mouth finds mine again and all I can think is how I ALWAYS get what I want. This was no different. I pull my face away from his and sit up, wanting to take in the full sight of this breathtaking man who little did I realize would make me eat damn near all of my NEVERS in the months to come.

I kiss his mouth again, harder, more anxious than before. Fuck those NEVERS. I slide my tongue down his neck. I make my way to his chest, licking his nipple, covering his chest with my kisses. I slide my body further down on the sofa to reposition myself over him. He stops me before I can get my mouth back on his chocolate skin. “If you kiss me there, I’m fucking you…” before he even finishes his sentence my tongue is working its way down his stomach. My fingers caressing those mouthwatering abs all the way down….

Little did I realize, that night was the start of Barbee Lyfe. That was my introduction to the Lifestyle. That was the beginning of a friendship with a man that would change my life.

When we finally left the room, literally over an hour later, the club was closed. We were the last patrons in the building. My friend was waiting for me outside. I was hot and sweaty, my hair all over the place. I was so physically exhausted I could barely walk. “So I know I said I would NEVER…” I start, embarrassed as I get into the car with my friend. She looks over at me and grins…smirks, in a way that let’s me know there is no need to explain.

The beginning of Barbee Lyfe: My introduction to the Lifestyle

I had spent Years in a horrible relationship. My confidence was shot, I wasn’t sexually satisfied. I was having to find myself all over again. I had started back dating, slowly getting my grove back. I was meeting some great men but that PASSION, that DESIRE, that CRAVING for someone was something I hadn’t yet rediscovered. I honestly thought it might be dead. Something I’d never find again; maybe even something that I had only dreamed up and never truly existed.

Hanging out with the girls one drunken evening after attending a Sex Toy party the topic of Swingers came up. “I’ve heard of club Trapeze (an infamous swingers club in my city), I wonder what its like? I would NEVER do anything like that but I’d love to go just to see it.” I confessed. Most of the other ladies agreed. It sounded interesting, though WE wouldn’t partake in any such sexual activities. You could say it was just on our Bucket Lists of things to see in our lifetime. As everyone was leaving for the night, one of my closest girlfriends pulled me to the side, “I’ve never been to Trapeze, but there’s a similar club that I go to.” I was shocked and excited at the same time, “WHAT?!? You have to take me!”

Two days later, on a Sunday, I find myself getting ready to accompany her to this mysterious place that has had me overflowing with curiosity the last few days. At this point in my life I was very comfortable with dressing “sexy”, you may even say revealing, but tonight I chose leggings and a long sleeved shirt. I wanted to make sure I didn’t “Give the wrong impression”. I didn’t want anyone to “touch” or “grab” me. We arrived early, there weren’t many people there yet. She takes this time to give me a tour. There is nothing fancy about the venue, in fact its small, older, and somewhat run down. It reminded me of a house we may have used to party at as teenagers. Yet there was still something sexy about it that I hadn’t expected; perhaps it was the taboo of it all but I was intrigued. We sit at the bar. The half naked bartender is GORGEOUS and particularly friendly. She can tell I’m new or “Vanilla” as they call it. She and my friend tell me stories of all the wild things that go on here. I’m very interested and hang on to their every word, but still I insist to them, and to myself I would NEVER partake in such actions.

My friend introduces me to the people that are steadily flowing in now. Everyone is nice and welcoming, even respectful. No one is inappropriate; they don’t “grab” me or make me uncomfortable. I’m slightly intoxicated by now and genuinely having a good time. Still, I refuse to leave my comfort area of sitting here at the bar. My friend mixes and mingles with the crowd, periodically coming back to see if I’m “Ok”. Then I see Him. At the other end of the bar, this insanely beautiful dark chocolate man with a breathtaking smile. He looks like a model. He has his shirt off (which I later learned he rarely put on), his body is impeccable: Abs, Huge arms, and all oiled up. He is mesmerizing. I turn to my friend, “Who is THAT?”

She tells me his name, says he’s a regular. She explains she only knows him in passing but agrees he is Breathtaking. About this time he walks over. He speaks to her and asks “Who’s your friend?” grinning at me. She introduces us. Never being the shy type I tell him we were just talking about him. “Oh Yea?” What were you saying?” He flirts. “Just that I was really enjoying the eye candy, there wasn’t much to stare at before you got here.” He cracks a joke, asks for my Facebook page, pulls out his phone and looks me up straight away. Now we’re “Friends”. He sits down, chats me up for a short while. I don’t recall much about the conversation. I just remember the taste of cheap drinks and how every time he would flash that smile of his my mouth would water.

After some more flirting he offers to show me around. The club is packed now. He takes me to the “Dark Room”. A room where you can’t see a thing but you can hear the moans and breathing of those clearly enjoying themselves. He grabs my hand to lead the way. I’m fascinated. I want to see what people are doing in here. I’m curious; I want to know more about what is going on. He’s turned on by my interest, my willingness to explore this with him. We wind up in a dark corner at the end of the hallway-like room. There is a window here that overlooks a larger “playroom.” There’s just enough light in this area that allows us to see each other. He pins me against the wall, his eyes staring into mine. “Are you going to kiss me?” I whisper boldly. “Is that what you want?” He responds, leaning in licking his lips as if to tease me. I don’t wait, I’ve always been one to get what I want. I press my lips against his gladly receivng his tongue as it pushes into my mouth. My hands clinching his biceps, he pushes me harder against the wall. Suddenly, I’m drowning in that passion I had been lacking for years.

To be continued…..

I couldn’t even recall the last time I had sex with someone new, the last time I experienced that “first encounter” with someone. It was probably about 6 months prior, and even then it was someone I had known for 10+ years so that didn’t really count. So when this guy I had been crushing on for the past few weeks invited me over to his apartment to “hang out” I decided to give it a shot.

A girlfriend of mine had introduced us realizing he was my type to the T. She was right, he totally was but because of our busy schedules and my constant hesitation to get to know anyone new we really hadn’t hung out much. I didn’t even know yet if I really wanted a sexual relationship with him, but having recently ended my last “situation” and having a hard time letting go of that I kept replaying that piece of advice that had helped me through similar feelings in the past, “The best way to get over somebody old is to get under somebody new.”

So I listened to him tell me how beautiful I was, I accepted the wine he kept refilling my glass with over and over. I stayed sitting on the couch with him as he began lightly running his hand higher up my thigh and the conversation turns to how good he is in bed, how sexually adventurous he is. The whole situation seems a little too cliche for me. There’s nothing original about his technique, nothing subtle about his intentions. With that being said he is still wildly attractive and there is a bit of chemistry between us; even if it is solely a sexual chemistry.

I let him make a few more of his oh-so-predictable moves on me. I let him walk me to his bedroom, accept his invitation to climb in his bed. I let him slip my panties off, and willingly sit on his face when he asks. This is entertaining, I’m enjoying myself; maybe even slightly impressed. We start having sex and its satisfying, though nothing miraculous. We’ll just say he knows how to work with what he has. Perhaps if he hadn’t talked himself up so much earlier I would have rated him higher, but when you brag about your abilities before hand, you set the bar of expectation a little higher.

It starts to get real hot and heavy. He gets on top and pushes my legs back. The sex gets a little rougher. He can tell I’m into this and it turns us both on. This must have been what he was bragging about earlier. The sex gets harder and I’m moaning louder and louder as we both get closer to our climax. My mouth is opened as I’m nearly screaming with pleasure now. I look up at him and we make eye contact. He starts to move his face down to meet mine…. kissing seems a little to intimate right now but what the hell, if he puts his lips on mine I’m not going to ruin it and pull back. I close my eyes, his lips reach mine…and…. HE SPITS IN MY MOUTH!!

What in the Entire Fuck?!? 

Part 4:

The Finale

He knew he had me. Suddenly his confidence kicked in. That Dominant Alpha Male, Take Control, Never scared personality I knew resurfaced. Then he did something I didn’t expect; he flipped me over so I was laying on my back and we were face to face. I closed my eyes and arched my body up towards him, matching his rhythm, grinding my hips with his every stroke. He kissed my neck and whispered in my ear with a raspy voice, “Naa Baby don’t move. Just lay back. I got this.”

I did as he said, doing nothing but enjoying every sensation he was subjecting my body to. I could feel myself climaxing again. I bit my lip as my orgasm swept over by entire body. “I want you to look at me,” he said softly but in a commanding tone. I hesitated, that was just too intimate. Hell he knew who he was to me. He knew that this shouldn’t have ever happened based on our history. He said it again, louder this time, ensuring I heard him and knew he was serious. “Open your eyes, I want you to look at me.”

I don’t know why exactly but I did. I opened my eyes to see him already staring into mine. He continued to stroke with such passion….our breathing, our moans, our bodies, all became entwined. Staring into the eyes of this man, who for 13 years prior I would’ve sworn I’d Never have any type of sexual encounter with, much less MAKE LOVE to. A man who wanted me more than I had ever been wanted in my whole life.

That’s when we both felt something so undeniable, so intense, so raw…. I can’t even describe it other than to say HE TOUCHED MY SOUL.

Part 3:

As soon as we made it to the bedroom I stripped down. Casually tossing my dress on the floor and climbing into his bed. He hadn’t made it into the bed yet, He was still standing across the room in awe. I laid down, facing his direction, and opened up my legs. Shit, we had made it this far, we were here now, we both knew what it was. Fuck the bullshit, let’s get to it. No need for foreplay, I’m ready.

He joined me in the bed. Climbing on top of me. Carefully running his hand from my neck down to my breasts, pausing to caress my nipples. He took his time, moving down my body slowly as if to take it all in, to confirm this was all really happening. His hand made its way down, between my legs. He stopped, “Damn, you went and got it pierced.” I could tell by his voice this discovery turned him on; that it excited him. I grinned confidently, “I’ve had that. I’m not the young innocent girl I used to be.”

I was so turned on by the fact that he was intimidated by my sexually that I took control. I spit on my hand and reached down to stroke him until he was FULLY ready. I rolled over on top of him, pushed him back against the headboard and got on top. I moaned as I took all of him inside of me. The taboo of this, of us, was so erotic I couldn’t control myself. I was so intoxicated by him, my desire for him, his desire for me, this entire situation that I wasn’t going to hold anything back.I could tell he felt it too. After just a few minutes he flipped me over and took the control away from me. As he was thrusting inside of me I kept throwing it back; matching his every stroke. It was such an intense sensation that we were both loosing ourselves.

I told him to grab my hair. He did, timidly. “Naa Baby, PULL it” I directed. He jerked my head back so hard I gasped. At that point he seemed to gain his confidence back, he became the dominant one, and I totally surrendered. My insides clinched around him and I screamed his name. Not once, but OVER and OVER and OVER. A name I thought I would NEVER say in a sexual way. A man I NEVER thought about engaging with in this way. A person I NEVER thought would experience THIS side of me. I was gone. Whatever he wanted to do with me at this point he could. For this night I was solely HIS.

To Be Continued…