Couple's Massage (finale)

I'm spent. My mind is blank. My heart is pounding. A couple of people help me get back on the table. I don't know who and I don't care, I need a nap. Someone covers me with a warm blanket and someone else puts a pillow under my head. Just as I'm about to drift off to sleep, Jay gets under the cover with me, and we spoon.

I must've drifted off because the next thing I remember is Dick gently shaking my shoulders and telling me our time is up. Huh, where's Jay? Wasn't he next to me? Oh shit, I think it was Jay. This has all been too much for me; I need to go back to our room, get some room service and sleep.

Dick helps me sit up, gives me some water and leaves so I can put my robe on. I shake my head and smile, he didn't have to leave, he's already seen and touched the goodies? I open the door to see Jay, Jane, Dick, the other woman and another man standing in the hall. I walk over to Jay who puts his arm around my shoulder and whispers he loves me, as we follow our masseurs down the hall to a patio. There is a beautiful supper set up for us, with all kinds of food and beverages. I look at Jay and he pulls me close, holding me tight.

Tears are streaming down my eyes as I realize Jay has arranged this us. He pulls back to look in my eyes, he thanks me for loving him and brings me back into his arms. It was if I was possessed, in one fluid motion, I pull myself out of his arms, drop to my knees, yank open his robe and begin sucking his dick as if it held the nectar of life. Jay was so surprised and excited, he came quickly. I thought he was going to cum again as he watched me swallow it. At which point, our masseurs lead us to our seats across from each other and began serving us.

It was quite obvious this wasn't going to be a regular meal. Dick sits beside me and begins feeding me, he is literally picking up food and feeding it to me. I didn't think I had anything left, alas my pussy is wet and gets wetter with each morsel of food I see Jane feed Jay. He must've taken something earlier today because he is long and hard and it hasn't been 20 minutes since he came in my mouth. Note to self: check his toiletry bag when we get back to the room.

Jane sees the erect penis as well and puts a cock ring at the base. This is my first indication that Jay and I are going to be here longer than I thought. This food is delicious and Dick is doing a great job feeding me, he must have children. The other man rolls the table away and the other woman straddles Jay's now visibly throbbing dick. She starts off slow, taking her pussy up and down slowly, Jay grabs her ass and squeezes. He is enjoying it; he is moaning and breathing hard. Suddenly I realize I'm not upset, not jealous, not anything but incredibly excited, hot and bothered.

She gets off of him, turns around and mounts again. She is staring straight into my eyes and I'm looking directly back at her. I can't turn away, I don't want to turn away, I have to see this. She speeds up, and Jay is ready to shoot his cum to the moon, but the cock ring won't let him. Just as Jay is reaching his limit, she gets off of him. His head is back, his eyes are closed, his entire body is trembling, except for his dick which perfectly still, glowing with her juice in the candlelight.

I look at Jay, my husband, my best friend, my lover, my all-in-all and see how vulnerable is, I walk over, gently take the cock ring off, open my robe and lower myself onto his massiveness. He immediately raises his head, pulls me close and kisses me deep and hard. With everything that had been done to us and everyone that had done things to us, this was our first time touching each other.

After a few minutes we climaxed together. We gave each other everything we had, all of our love, our dreams, our fears and passions. Jay and I had never been so close, so intimate as we were right then.

Dick and the other guy pull me up and guide me to a chaise lounge. I'm exhausted and it is so comfy. Then the guys help Jay to another chaise, and I watch Jane cover Jay with his robe as he falls asleep in record time.

Yes, it's time to sleep, perchance to relive this fantasy in my dreams...hmmmm

"They" say I'm a man

Rather, "they" say I fuck like one.

Having sex is instinctual, as natural as eating when I'm hungry and drinking when I'm thirsty. When did it get all confused with love? When did having sex with someone become equated with loving someone? Love is an emotion and intercourse is the act of procreating.

I have sex when I want to and with whom I want to. Does that make me less of a woman? Does that take away from my intelligence or accomplishments? Does that make me a whore or slut? This is how my sistas get messed, falsely believing if a man has sex with them, he loves them and them alone. Now, this is also my brothas responsibility because they tell untruths to get the pussy.

Men are rewarded for the number of notches on their belt and I'm chastised for mine. Why is there a double standard? Why are men studs and women wanton? Why can't I do what comes natural to every living creature on the planet without fear of societal recrimination? I want a reward for my expertise. If practice makes perfect, then, well you know where I'm going.

I fuck for the pure pleasure of it, not to exert power. Why do women think pussy = power? Why do men think dick = dominance? We are equal partners in providing pleasure to each other, no one greater or lesser than the other.

I remember a girlfriend telling me once, "Men are just using you." And I replied, "No, I'm getting as much pleasure as they are." What's wrong with my way of thinking? Is my thinking askew? If attitude is everything, then mine is fucking fantastic.

I don't fuck like a man. I fuck like Shannon, the wonderfully full-figured, thick lipped, long haired, carmel-colored sista I am.

My Wish: An Erotic Poem

My Wish

Baby I did not want to wake you when I left so here is my wish.

I wish I could spend just the day with you--
Pleasing you, teasing you, making you feel so good.
I wish we could be naked in bed together early in the morning.
I wish I could have both your nipples in my warm mouth at the same time.
I wish I could run my hands down your back as you lay on top of me
I wish you would tell me how wet you are getting and let me do my thing.
I wish I could make your clit my favorite candy.
I wish I could stick a straw in your wet dripping pussy and have myself a nice long drink of your juices.
I wish to try to make you squirt tonight so I am gonna find that spot.
I wish I could have my face drenched with your tasty juices.
Oh baby you taste so good!

but anyway back to my Wish....
I wish I wish I could take some honey and drizzle it gently between your legs.
I wish I could use my fingers and mix the honey with flowing juices.
I wish I could use my tongue to lick the honey/pussy juice mixture and your throbbing clit.
I wish I could feel you having a mind blowing orgasm against my wild and wicked tongue.
I wish to make you feel that good at least nine more times.

I hope reading this arouses you. But Damn If you are aroused that means your sweet juices are soaking your underwear(if you are wearing any now) and not my tongue.

I wish you were sitting my face while you read this.....

© Gkrew April 2009

I want to have sex

I want to have sex...

with a man,
a tall, intelligent, humorous, kind, well-spoken man

in a bed,
that has been freshly made with a new set of 600-count Egyptian cotton sheets

on a cold day,
in front of a roaring and crackling fireplace

when the rain is beating against the window,
to the beat of our hearts

while listening to soulful, sultry sounds.
and having him whisper naughty things in my ear

No need to say anymore on the subject.

I Came & I Cried

I don't know what happened.

My vibrator and I were having a perfectly fine time. It was humming right along, I was thinking of a man or two (or three), caressing my breasts and enjoying the sensation. As I was nearing climax, I could tell this would one would be good -- strong and powerful -- and I wasn't disappointed. I was taking deep breaths to remain in the moment & relax my body, and I began to cry. And I cried, and I cried, and I cried myself to sleep.

I hate having to have to use a vibrator because there isn't a man laying beside me, touching, kissing and fucking me.

I miss the weight of man on top of me.
I miss the power of his body thrusting into mine.
I miss slow & deep kissing with probing tongues.
I miss the smell of bodily fluids mixing into a cologne of passion.
I miss giving head & having my pussy eaten.
I miss the dirty talking, the hair pulling & the little nibbles.
I miss it ALL, every single solitary bit of everything that goes into having sex with a man.

On the bright side, I have fucked well and been well fucked, and it is those memories that keep me buying batteries.

I will fuck, kiss, give head & be eaten out again...patience.

Have you ever noticed, folks who say patience is a virtue don't seem to be waiting for a fucking thing!?!