Fine As Wine

He was uniquely attractive,

Not sure what drew me to him.. but he had my attention.

His voice melted my insides,

The way he said my name made my pussy want to physically detach & mail herself to him, so he could have access whenever he wanted.

We agreed to meet to see if the chemistry was there,

Vanilla & kink.

Stepping into his space, a sense of peace washed over me.. calmness.

It was as if I’d left all of my problems at his threshold & now I could relax & let go.

Weird.

But, I didn’t question it. Being here felt right.

He hugs me & I drink him in.

His scent, his form, his presence, his essence.

I’m meant to be here.

The scene changes & we’re in his room.

Things have now escalated & I’m bent over a chair staring at myself in a mirror.

Ass bare, shirt still on.

He’s instructed me to look at our reflections as he spanks me & asks me questions. Don’t break eye contact.

Or else..there are consequences.

Kink activated.

Spanking starts after each question is asked. The hits become harder after each question.

If I answer the question correctly, spanks cease, he eases his dick inside me & I’m rewarded with 3 long strokes.

Get it wrong, the spanks continue.. no breaks.

Sounds like a win win for me. I’m ready.

My pussy has already begun to water.

Question 1:

“What color comes after red in a rainbow?”

I’m caught off guard because wtf? lol.

The slap to my right ass cheek brings me back & I stare at him in the mirror.

I know the answer, but I don’t want to say it..

I’m enjoying the spanking.

His hands move at a steady pace.

The hits are firm & thoughtful, almost like they were made for spanking.

I grin at him in the mirror & a smirk crosses his face.

“Orange”, I say.

He calls me a ‘smart little slut’, stops spanking.. pulls down his pants & the prettiest brown dick emerges.

He’s easing the tip inside me,

I’m finally about to be filled..

When my mama yells from the kitchen “it’s time to go!”

Apparently she drove me to his house.

Figures..

I can never fuck in peace in my dreams,

Not getting dick in real life,

Can’t get fictional dick while I sleep.

It hit me today that at my age,

My mom was already married with a child,

And about to give birth to me..

I’m not married or dating,

I don’t even like anyone lol.

No kids thankfully.

Because being a single parent?

I think the fuck not.

I dunno,

Part of me is sad,

Like I’m missing out.

Then another part feels nothing,

Like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.

It’s bittersweet.

Especially without Meeko.

I’ll truly be all alone on my special day this year.

A fine ass husband would be a great fucking gift.

Not sure where you order those from,

Maybe next year.

No desire to bring out Lucy,

No impure thoughts.

The freak in me is on a break?

Or a strike.

The yearn for touch isn’t there,

I’ve forgotten what it feels like to get wet.

My pussy isn’t broken,

Just tied to my emotions,

I’ve heard that when you’re good at something,

There’s no need to brag or boast,

At least you aren’t supposed to.

Your work should stand alone & speak for itself.

Well in this case I say “fuck all of that.”

These hands are magical,

Gifted,

Skilled,

I’m a stroke enthusiast.

This is where I shine,

Give me a nice dick,

Some type of lubricant,

Sit back & watch me work,

If you can…

I’ll blow your mind.

Practice makes perfect,

Always.

And I’ve had my fair share,

I’ve volunteered my time to the craft,

Provided toe curling,

Pillow grabbing,

Face covering,

Orgasms.

I mean services,

It deserves a fee.

If there was a market for this,

I’d definitely stay booked & busy.

Two hand pepper grinder,

Twist & pull,

Cupping the head,

Using my palm to massage,

With different levels of pressure,

Gripping balls,

I’ll do it all.

For as many rounds as you can handle,

The length of time is determined by me.

My favorite way to dominate,

The ultimate way to tease.

And my end goal is always the same,

Attached to a muscular arm,

Of a fine ass man,

Would be nice to have right now.

Cradling my cheek,

Pulling my hair,

Caressing my neck,

Gripping my thighs,

Rubbing my feet,

Stroking my ass,

Parting my pussy lips,

Easy to ask for,

No more anonymous questions.

Turned that shit right off.

Now you have to message me,

Like a grown up.

Opened Snapchat & my breasts stared back at me,

A memory from a year ago.

They’re full,

Nipples erect.

I fondle them before letting them fall back into place.

My hands move to my stomach,

Caressing the sides,

Then slide down,

Pulling at the grey Hanes that hug my hips.

I insert my hands inside the band & glide them down,

Just enough to reveal freshly trimmed pussy,

Before repositioning them.

I turn around,

Admiring each cuff,

Bend over & jiggle my ass before slapping a cheek.

Face forward again,

Breasts are back on the screen,

Honey beige skin with light brown areoles,

Hanging ever so slightly,

The hope is gone,

Interest has vanished,

The crush is dead.