Libra Luve

(Read at your own risk)

Knock! Knock! Knock! Someone was at my door. I was hesitant to get myself up even though I’m sitting on the couch in the living room. The only questions running through my mind is ‘Who could this be at 1:21a.m. on a Wednesday and what could they possibly want this late?’           I stuck my spoon in my ice cream and placed my ice cream container on the coffee table. Sluggishly, I walked to the door dragging my feet in my favorite bedroom slippers. I peeped through the peep hole, yet still the face of who it could be appeared vague.           “Who is it?,” I yelled. The reply of a deep, masculine voice answers and says, “It’s Ronnie from 3B ..Can we talk? I know it’s late and I’m sorry,” he yells. “I got some things I need to get off my chest and you’re the only one I care to talk to about it, Gia.”     Apart of me wanted to leave him out there. After all, I’m dealing with a shit load of my own life problems. I couldn’t find it my heart to do that anyway. We’ve talked on numerous occasions in the hall, but he never struck me as the type to be going through something. But hey, even the best of us have our worst days. I took a deep breath after debating in my head whether or not to allow him to enter and I unlocked the door. No surprise there. Being that I’m such a people pleaser. He came in, I shut the door behind him and I offered him a seat on the couch next to me.              "What’s on your mind that’s got you up so late, Ronnie?“ I asked. "I’m dealing with some girl problems. My girl admitted to me that she’s seeing someone else,” he replied as he sat. “What makes it worst is she confessed while I was down on one knee proposing to her.”            I interrupted and grabbed my ice cream to put it back in the freezer.           “Okay, I can tell now that I’m gonna need a drink before we continue any further with this conversation.” Walking to the kitchen I asked Ronnie if he drinks and he said he does. So I put away the ice cream & I grabbed my bottle of Paul Mason and two shot glasses from the cabinet, then returned to the couch next to Ronnie. I placed the glasses on the coffee table and proceeded to pour our shots.           Now curious of their relationship, I began to ask questions. “So how long were you two together prior to the proposal?”

     "We were together for 1 year and a half, but I’ve known her for 2 years", He adds throwing his shot back with no hesitation. “Did you have any suspicions of cheating while you were with her at all?”, I curiously asked while throwing mine back as well. “No, not at all. I wouldn’t have proposed if I did, trust me,” Ronnie says pouring him & I another shot.          We talked a little while longer. Seems like 5 minutes turned into 45, and  full bottle of Paul Mason is now empty on his behalf. I tapped out of drinking so I wouldn’t get intoxicated and suffer a hangover at work later on this afternoon. At this point we’re talking about how his family, mostly his mother, always disapproved of his relationship with his girlfriend ..well his ex-girlfriend, but he continued to love her despite the opposition of his family. He picked up his last shot off the table and spills it all right in the center his white tee.        "Shit! I’m so sorry, Gia. I got a little on your couch.“ He takes his shirt off and uses it to wipe his chest and the couch. I couldn’t help but to focus my attention on how godly his body was. Nice tribal tattoo on his left shoulder leading to his chest. A nice, even caramel complexion and smooth looking skin. His arms are so cut and I can see his veins on his biceps. My eyes started to wander lower as I counted 8 packs. It astonished me because I was expecting 6. Just when I thought I couldn’t get anymore turned on by the attraction of his body, he licked his lips. I never looked at Ronnie this way. Maybe it was the alcohol. It had me a little tipsy being that I’m a light drinker. Perfectly white teeth with a small gap in the front. His mustache and beard were nicely trimmed. He stood to make sure he got every drop of liquor off of my couch. As he did so, I could not stop my curious little eyes from traveling to his crotch …Oh, God!? What in the hell am I thinking? I gotta stop thinking like this. This man just got out of a horrible relationship. Yet, I am a single woman and it’s been 3 months since my last rendezvous with a man.           He turns his attention to me as I’m lost fantasizing about the size of his dick. I turned my head quickly to the opposite way as if I wasn’t looking. Hopefully he didn’t see me peeping at his package. I’ll just act like I wasn’t doing anything. Yeah, just act normal. I don’t want to come across as desperate. But I continued to fantasize. I couldn’t help it.          "What’s on your mind?”, he asked me out of the blue, disturbing my vivid thoughts.         “Oh, nothing! Nothing ..Just thinking about life.” I had to come up with a quick response to the question.      "What about life has gotten you so caught up in thought?“ I proceeded to babble on about work, family, and financial issues. He listened and sympathized with my situations.    "I’m just drained. All my energy is slowly leaving my body. I keep telling myself to push forward when honestly I just feel so ready to just surrender …I don’t know, Ronnie. If I didn’t have bills to pay, I would’ve been quit my job and ran away. But I can’t even afford a vacation, so I’m stuck here.” I shrugged my shoulder and pouted my lips a little.     “Turn around”, he says. “I know exactly what you need to relax.” I turned around and he slowly starts to massage my shoulders. His hands were big and gentle at the same time. He was working magic on me. I never loosened up so quick ever in my life. Woo!! Lord knows I needed that.        "You’re so tensed. When’s the last time you had a man massage your shoulders?“ He asked me.      "It’s been a while, believe me. I’m so busy, I just don’t have time for any 'special’ company.”    "Lie down and let me rub your back if you don’t mind,“ Ronnie says. Now, as much as I didn’t want to seem desperate, what hard working women in her right state of mind would decline a massage offer from a fine ass man? And FREE!? I turned, took my shirt off and lied across the couch so he could work more of his magic on me. He unhooked my bra and I was okay with it. He slowly removed the straps and started to deeply massage my back. It felt so good that I couldn’t help but to let out a little moan. Apparently he liked it because I heard him chuckle.       "You alright, Gia?” He asked me smiling.    "Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just so relaxed. Thank you for this. I appreciate it dearly. I really needed this.“     He took his hands slowly down my spine reaching my pajama pants and continued to slightly pull them down. Now my head is spinning and my emotions & thoughts are all over the place. In my mind, I wanted him to pull them all the way down, but I couldn’t find the courage to tell him so. So, after 5 minutes of telling myself in my head to be spontaneous, I did the unthinkable. I pulled my pajamas and my VS panties down to expose my whole ass. At this point I’m naked and I’m feeling completely comfortable. 

        As I’m lying here I began to have various thoughts of Ronnie & I having sex. What if we did? …Nah, nah, nah. I can’t do that. I’ll feel bad. As if I’m catching him on the rebound. What if I start to find myself attracted to him as more than a neighbor or friend. It’s kind of too late for that. I’m here on the couch completely naked in the presence of this man. I’m not ashamed to admit to myself that I’m turned on. Just as I start fantasizing a little more about his sex, Ronnie took it upon himself to massage my lower back and my ass. The way he touched me just drug me further into a trans-like state. Wait a minute …I’m actually starting to get wet. His touch is stimulating me in the most erotic way possible. I felt like I was in the beginning of my own porno. Especially with a fine, black man that I probably wouldn’t have ever imagined myself to be with.       "You have a beautiful body, Gia”, Ronnie leans forward and kisses the back of my neck and slowly drives his tongue all the way down my spine to my lower back where he stops and grips me on my waist. He lifts me up by waist, causing me to be Face down, ass up.        He adjusted himself and got behind me. Still in the same position, he wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me right on the lips. Yes, he did ..My pussy lips.  I’m no fan of sex on the first night, but the heat of the moment and the buzz of the alcohol got me in a spontaneous mood. Plus, that massage did wonders on relaxing me and stimulating my hormones as well. Being single with a high sex drive is no joke. Especially when you’re actually not out here fucking everything with a “third leg”.        He kissed my pussy again. This time adding some tongue to it. My right leg twitched as the tip of his tongue entered. He kept going and I started moaning. The moment I started to moan, he increased his speed. His tongue felt like Heaven on Earth.       “Get on ya’ back for me” he said licking those fine, full lips of his. I turned over and opened my legs as he got down on his knees in front of me. He placed his hands behind my knees and held my legs up against my body. He leaned down again and started to lick slowly around my clit. The pleasure was so intense, I grabbed one of my legs for him. He took his fingers and rubbed my clit while french kissing my pussy. Previous guys had a habit of doing it too rough, but he knew exactly what he was doing. Slowly rubbing it with a gentle touch.           With every stroke of his tongue he swept away all my anxiety. He erased all my depression. I didn’t feel lonely, I felt attractive. I was unconscious of the fact that I was gripping the couch pillow so hard. I didn’t care, it felt like a perfect 10. I closed my eyes, threw my head back and bit my bottom lip as he did his thing.

(Ronnie’s Point of View)

        I noticed the way Gia was staring at me the moment I took my shirt off. She had this look of desire in her eyes. She said it’s been a while since she’s felt a real man’s touch, so why not give her what she needs. I don’t want her to think I’m using her, though. I’ve always admired her, but kept my thoughts to myself out of respect for my relationship. The times we’ve bumped into each other in the hall, those small conversations in the elevator, even when we both coincidentally go out to get our mail. It all gave me small windows of opportunity to get to know her. I like how intellectual she is. I find it hard to believe that I’m eating her out right now.       I glanced up at her from down below and her eyes were shut. With every lick I get harder and harder. How about I give her what she was staring at? I started kissing from her vagina, up to her belly button, in between her breast, and before I got to her lips I stopped to show her neck some love. As I was sucking on her neck I started rubbing my dick through my shorts. She turned her head to expose her neck to me more as she started to moan. Gia took her hand and placed it on my head gently sliding it down the back of my skull to the base of my neck. I could tell she liked having her neck kissed by the way she gripped the back of mine and bit her lip. So I did it a little longer while fingering her. I proceeded to kiss her beautiful lips.        She took her hand and placed it on my abs. I reached and started to rub my dick again. I was eager to go all the way, but I took my time for the sake of her pleasure. After all, I’m doing this to please her. Not just me. Sex is a two way street, so both people have to get equal satisfaction. In this case, I want Gia to feel most of the pleasure. Just as I was getting ready to whip it out, Gia slides her hand down my 8 pack and to my shorts. She starts to loosen the string. She did it slow while I was kissing her. She reached her hand in and proceeded to do what all women do when they touch a man’s penis ..She used her hand to estimate my length by slowly stroking it from the base to the head. She got mid-way and It seemed like I lost her. It was like she forgot we were just kissing. She kept going as she looked me in my eyes with her mouth slightly opened in shock.       “Nine inches”, I whispered answering the question I knew she had in her head.       “N.. Nine? …Ronnie, Nine inches?” She stuttered a little bit, but I thought it was kind of attractive. “As in 3 inches away from one foot?”        "Yeah, 9.“ I chuckled. I couldn’t help it, she looked so surprised.  Gia took it upon herself to pull it completely out, so I lost the shorts. Just the feel of her hand on my dick was enough to make it harder than it’s ever been. She looked at it as she stroked it. I could see her evaluate every vein on it, how thick it is ..And if she’d be able to take it. I could barely fit 2-3 fingers in. So I know she’s going to be a little tight. Maybe she has lube? She did mention that it had been a while for her. I can’t forget that. Which means I can’t be rough upon entry.            I’m standing in front of her completely naked as she sits naked on the couch. She licked her lips so sexy before she leaned forward and licked the head of my dick. I braced myself because I knew she was about to start giving me head ..and she did. She placed her lips around it and slowly went all the way down ..ALL THE WAY DOWN! The warmth of her mouth, the lubrication of her saliva, the comfort of her tongue and depth of her throat were all perfectly combined to give me some of the best oral sex I’ve gotten since high school. She increased her speed. Just a little. Not too slow, not too fast. It was just right. Too enjoyable. My toes started to curl into the carpet and my legs are trembling. I’m pretty sure she can feel it, her hand is on my waist. She started to twist her hand up and down my dick as spit was coming out of her mouth. She was turning her neck with ever stroke. I could feel the back of her throat. Her gag reflex was under control for a good amount of time. She managed not to gag unless I held her head there for a few seconds, or until she tapped her fingers on my waist as a sign she needed to breath. I’d let her.           She spit a bunch of saliva on my dick all at once. I guess at this point, my question about lube was out of the picture. I took control from this point on. Leaning her back slowly. I propped her up with a pillow for comfort and asked her was she good.        "I’m good, Ronnie.” She said with her sexy ass voice, staring into my eyes.         “Just wanted to check on you,” I replied leaning in to kiss her before I begin to penetrate her.     I kneeled down to lick her pussy and I stroked my dick a little bit longer. I sat up, pulled her out towards me a little more and started to insert my dick.   “Oow!!”, Gia flinched and quickly threw her hand on my abs and pushed back. I kind of figured It was going to be a mission making 9 inches go in without hurting her or making her uncomfortable.     “I got you, Baby. Just trust me”, I reassured her as I slowly started to go in a little deeper than the first attempt. I continuously put a little in at a time, then took it out so it wouldn’t be too much on her at once. Eventually we made progress and I was able to get half in.       “Just start thrusting,” She suggested. “It’ll start to feel better when you do.”

I couldn’t help but to hesitate when she said that. The first thought that came to my mind was ”..You sure?“ As I lean over her, placing my arms beside her lying on the couch.             "I’m a tough girl, Ronnie,” She said biting her lip. “I can handle it.”          I couldn’t have been more attracted to her in that moment. I felt like she was trusting me to take care of her pussy like a real man is supposed to do. She gripped my arms as if she was preparing herself for me to just rush my way in. But see ..I like to take my time. Rushing it used to be my thing when I was teen, but now it’s all about making a lady feel it. Every inch of me while making the pleasure last. I already know I’m gon’ need about an hour with Gia tonight. She’s different.       I started to stick my dick back inside of her tight, pink pussy. She flinched a little, but it wasn’t as bad as the first time. She was loosening up. I started to slowly thrust making sure with every stroke I go deeper. The deeper I went, the tighter her grip got around my arms. I had to think of a way to relax her quick. So what better way to do that then play with her hot spot?          I leaned forward and started to nibble on her neck while I was thrusting to take her mind off of the starting penetration. She started to moan, her grip started to fade, and her eyes started to roll. I could tell she was relaxed now because she was getting wetter and lose enough for me to work with. I slowly worked all of my dick in, inch by inch. I thrusted all of it in and held it there. Gia gasped. Her mouth was stuck in shock, slightly opened from me doing that. I knew I had her then. So, I quickly pinned her hands down to the couch and locked our fingers together; Still thrusting slowly and biting on her neck. She finally found her inner voice and started to moan. Intensely!          "Ronnie,“ She moaned. "Ronnie, don’t stop!”       I began to speed up a tad bit …Yea this right here was the perfect speed. Slow enough to take my time and enjoy the moisture of her juices. Fast enough to not keep her waiting for the dick to come back. I’m a true gentleman. I never keep a lady waiting. I kept stroking her pussy, Gia kept moaning. I looked down to see her moaning and staring me right in my eyes. Her beautiful almond eyes. I could see the lust in them as I stared back. She probably can see lust in mine as well. This girl is truly different and the vibes between us felt different than any other women I have encountered.         I folded Gia gentle enough to hold her in my arms, then I lifted her slowly off the couch. I held her up in the air and resumed.

(Gia)          I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, but not to the point where he’d struggle breathing. I can’t believe this man just picked me up and is still holding me in the air while he’s fucking me. Ronnie’s strength and masculinity just turn me on more. And the more I got turned on, the wetter I got. I couldn’t help but to moan loud in his ear.        "Fuck!!“ He yelled out.

(Ronnie)                The tightness of her pussy against the head of my dick felt so pleasurable. I couldn’t contain my outburst anymore. I walked over to the dining table and laid her on top. I turned her over, slid her back towards me and smacked her ass. I got down on one knee stroking my dick while I ate her pussy. A few seconds later I got up and held open her pussy with my thumb & index finger. I slid my dick back in with ease. I started long stroking as I gripped her waist. Long, hard strokes.    "Ooh, shit, Ronnie!”, She burst out. “Don’t move. Stay right there!?” At this point, I got her right where I want her. Close to her climax.

(Gia)           This man …Did he really just find my G-Spot!? ..I ..I can’t take my mind off of the fact that this man is making me sweat more than my two exes have ever done ..AND HE’S DOING ALL THE WORK. I try fighting for control, but his alpha male ways only dominate my femininity. It’s attractive because I actually don’t mind being the submissive one. The feel of his thick, beautiful black dick rubbing back and forth against my walls, hitting my spot and Dominating my body in the most gentle of masculine ways. He is definitely on another level.            I keep moaning because the more he strokes, the closer I get to cumming. He knows exactly what he’s doing.        "Shit!“ I yelled while rubbing my clit. Ronnie is about to makes me cum.

(Ronnie)        She can’t sit still. Her body starts to vibrate a little and I’m no stranger to these actions. I must be close to my goal. I started speeding up. Gia can’t seem to say anything else but moans my name clearly. She starts rubbing her clit faster, so I started thrusting faster. A few moments later…

(Gia)          HE MADE ME CUM! ..And it was so intense. My body was trembling. My pussy got this mind blowing tingling sensation running through it. My clit became sensitive to touch. Every time Ronnie played with it, it only caused me to cum a little more. He got on his knees and began to preform oral sex on me, drinking my juices as they leaked. He got up and slid his dick back in. Thrusting with great stamina. I could feel him breathing on my neck ass he hovered over me. He started cursing in my ear as he sped up.      "Fuck!” He said heavily breathing. “Ah, shit…” I could feel his dick throbbing inside of me. He stood up and pulled his dick out. He started stroking the head of his dick in a circular motion and soon after..

(Not Finished)

(Read At Your Own Risk) 

       It’s Saturday; I have no plans and no man. What the hell is there to do, but sit here and watch reruns of old television sitcoms? Well, I’m not complaining. Guess I’ll just sit home and put on ‘Living Single’. As I’m in the mist of my lonesome night, I get a call. I glanced at my cell phone’s caller ID as it rang. It’s Tayah. I bet she’s calling to brag about sex with some random man she barely knows. After letting the phone ring a few times, I decided to answer it being that I’m so damn bored and lonely. I swiped the answer button and said “Hello”.

   “Bitch, you take 79 years just to answer the phone. I know you seen me calling, Kelly!” Tayah responds. “What’d you do, let it ring? I’m shaking my head. You see how friends do you?” 

    I couldn’t help but to laugh at her goofy ass, because of how right she was. Trying to hurry and skip to the part where she tells me about her new man friend, I asked her what was up.

    “ Oh, I was just calling to see if you had any plans tonight. But I know you don’t so there is no need for me to ask,” said Tayah.

    “Tayah, you trying to be funny?” I responded.

   “Maybe,” She says laughing. “Anyway, I just wanted to know if you wanted to get out of your house for a few hours and go to this Open Mic place. It’s a few miles up the street from me. It’s Adult night on Saturdays, must be 21 and up because alcohol and Jell-O shots will be getting sold …and you know I’m all for the alcohol. Besides, Kelly, you write a lot of poetry and I KNOW this’ll be something that sparks your interest.”

“Tayah, you just don’t want to go alone. I know you, you drag me out the house just to go out and scope around for your next fling.. But I’ll go just because it’s open mic. What time does it start?” I asked.

   She told me doors opened at 7p.m. But the event starts at 8:15 and ends at 12:30a.m.. I looked at the time on my phone and it read 7:56, so I hung up on Tayah and put my phone back on the the charger as I placed it on the table. I sat there on the couch for a few wondering what the hell I’m going to put on. Then it hit me. An outfit sprung to my mind like I had an epiphany. I ran upstairs and straight to my closet. I grabbed my tight, all black jumpsuit with the V-Neck that shows my breast a little. For the shoes, I had to pull out the black red bottoms and accessorize with my gold body chain and a black & gold clutch I hadn’t taken out the closet since last year. I ran to the bathroom to take my shower and proceeded to get myself dressed and ready. 

   My doorbell rings and it’s followed by a loud knock at the door. I already knew it was Tayah. Placing my makeup brush on the counter in my bathroom, I ran down to the door and let her in. Guess I wasn’t the only one thinking about black & gold as tonights colors. 

   “Girl, bring yo’ ass, Kelly. Why does it always take you 3 generations to get ready, Huh? ..My great grandkids about to be born waiting on yo’ ass,” she jokingly says.

   “I’m almost ready!,” I said laughing as I rushed back up the stairs. 

     When I finished, I grabbed my shoes, my clutch & sprayed some perfume and headed downstairs. Tayah handed me my phone from off the table and we went to get in the car. As we were pulling up to the venue, I noticed lots of people going inside. I got a little nervous. I barely get out and had only performed in front of an audience twice beforehand, so I’m still getting used to this. 

   Tayah finally finds a parking spot. We get out and proceed to the door where the bouncers were checking everybody’s ID. Some chick was trying to persuade one of the bouncers to let her in because she forgot hers. He pushed her away when she tried to reach for his dick. She bumped into me as she walked past.

  “Daaamn, ‘xcuse you!?” She said mean-mugging me.

  “Bitch, you bumped me!” I yelled back to her as I dropped my clutch. 

  Tayah told her to keep it moving before she gets her ass beat. She picked up my clutch, dusted it off and handed it to me. “..C’mon girl, we ain’t got time for this, we just got here. Fuck her! I’m trying to leave with a man not a scratch,” She said taking out her ID to be checked. I did the same. The bouncers let us through and we entered the building. When we entered, the beauty and elegance of the place struck me instantly. It was very classy-like with a dim lighting. We sat at a table close to the stage, but not too close. It was the perfect spot. Close enough to hear and see the performances good. 

  “Kelly, watch my bag, I’m going to the restroom for a few. Be right back.” Tayah gets up and walks away.

  I started to think about whether or not I really wanted to perform. Deciding not to let my nerves get the best of me, I told myself I’ll do it. I started scrolling through my phone to see what poem would be best. I had finally chosen one, so now it’s time to sign up. Tayah came back to our table which freed me to go to the sign up table.

    A note read, ‘There is a $2 sign up fee to perform and all performances must be 5 minutes or less to get as many people to the stage as possible. -Thank you!’ 

There’s a woman sitting next to the sign up table. She nodded and smiled as she sat swiftly fanning herself. I smiled back. I placed $2 in a small donation basket next to the sign.

As I reached for the pen, someone else’s hand had touched mine. Astonished, I quickly jumped and pulled my hand away.

   “I’m sorry,” a man says as he insisted that I go first. “…Ladies first.”

  I smiled and said ‘Thank you’. He then complimented my smile and asked for my name. My response to him was, “It’s Kelly ..What’s yours?” 

   “I’m Michael, it’s nice to meet you.” He says. “But Mike is cool if you wanna call me that.” I couldn’t help myself, so I checked him out. He was wearing a fresh white-T that showed his muscles nicely, he smelled sexy and he didn’t over accessorize. He kept it simple with a rolex on the left wrist and a small gold chain that rest perfectly on his chest.

 “You come here a lot?” I asked out of curiousity. He told me he doesn’t and that it’s his first time actually performing poetry although he performs his music at other venues. He was nervous. We conversated a little longer on our mutual feeling of nervousness before we went to our seats. 

    We returned to our seats and sat as the next performance was going on. All these explicit poems about sex is really starting to get to Tayah. I came back to the table and this bitch had 4 different shots and a tall glass of ice water; Talking ‘bout she think she might have to leave with a man tonight. It’s no surprise. She’s a sex addict and she’s open about it. Well, at least to me. 

   The perfomer that was on the stage concluded her performance. The host of the venue read the sign up sheet and then introduced the next poet to the stage. I looked over at Michael and he was sitting alone. I started to wonder if he had company or was he expecting anyone to meet him here. That would be a little crazy, though. It’s 11:54p.m. and the event ends at 12:30a.m. So who would be coming this late? I told Tayah I’ll be back in a second. 

    I sat at Mike’s table in the chair beside him. He looked up and smiled as if he was pleased I was there. Damn, he is fine. The perfect teeth, the sexiest dark skin, and the waves in his hair. It’s no wonder I see chicks pointing & grinning, nodding their heads as a signal to their friends to get a peek in. I’m reading his vibes and it’s all positive.

   “What brings you to my table, Miss Kelly?” He says with that beautiful smile.

 “I figured you could use some company and honestly you’re the only one here who I find interesting enough to give my attention to,” I replied to his question. “Not that I’m stuck up or anything like that, you know. I’m just…”

    Cutting me short of my sentence he said, “I understand. All these other niggas don’t seem like they got the kind of vibe you connect with. You don’t seem like the type of girl to associate with men like these.”  

    “I honestly just feel a genuine difference between you and the guys that’re here” I said looking down at the table. I noticed his notepad. He was writing a new poem. 

     I asked him what was it about and how long he had been writing? He told me he’d been writing for years now and that his new poem was about mental stimulation being an important part of having sex. I started to ask him to go deeper into the topic, but the audience interrupted as they began to snapplause. The host gets back on the stage and he began to introduce the next poet.

  “Ladies and Gentlemen up next on the mic we have yet another original poet. Here to perform a piece titled “Climax”, please welcome to the stage, Kelly!”

   I gasped! My heart sped up and I could hear it beating through my chest. Even over the applause of the audience. I looked over at Mike and he’s smiling hard and clapping.

 “Go on, you got this,” he says encouraging me to go on stage.

    I got up and slowly walked to the stage. It seemed like everything else around me had no sound. As if everything was muted. All except the beating of my heart. I could’ve sworn it was about to jump out of my chest. That’s how fast it was going. I get on stage and stand in front of the mic. I can hear Tayah’s loud ass perfectly fine as she cheers me on.

 “THAT’S MY GIRL, Y’ALL!!” Tayah excitedly yells.

   I was hesitant to begin my poem, but once I started, I got through it effortlessly. Mike & I smiled at each other as I returned to my seat next to tipsy ass Tayah. She wrapped her arms around me & hugged me tightly.

 “Yesss, Girl! That poem was sexy. Got everyone in here all hot and bothered. Scoping you out trying to see what that mouth do.” She says laughing as she flicks my lip.

  “Girl, move,” I pushed her off of me. “The only thing this mouth doing tonight is performing and probably a little bit of snoring.”

  Mike comes over to the table and compliments my performance. He said it was sexy and unexpected from me. I couldn’t help but to stare at those muscles flex as he reached in his jacket pocket and grabbed his phone. He handed it to me to put my number in & I didn’t mind at all.

“"I’ll call you ..Kelly.” He says smiling as he walked towards the stage.

 “My stomach is a little upset, Kelly. I might need to go home. You ready, girl?” Tayah ask holding her stomach. “I think it was that damn Henny shot. I know better, Kelly. I know better!”

  We grabbed our things as we stood from the table. When I arrived home my phone rang as I was stepping through the door. It was a text saying ‘It’s Mike’. I responded and we began a conversation. I got myself ready for bed as soon as I got settled. I had almost forgot I had to work at 7:00a.m.. When I glanced at the time on my phone it said 1:06 a.m. & I was still up texting Mike. As I was laying my head down on my pillow to call it a night, I get one final text.

 “Is it too late to come over?” The text read.

    I had to think about it for a minute, but why not let him over. He seemed really nice at the venue. We were just having a great conversation. Yet again I do have to work. I finally responded “Sure, why not..” and I sent him my address. “Be there in 23 minutes, ” He replied.

  I never in my life jumped out of bed so fast. I had already washed away my makeup in the shower and was not gonna reapply it. He was just going to have to deal with ‘Late night Kelly’ for now. Hmm… no I’ll at least put my hair in a ponytail and do my brows. A little mascara won’t hurt either.

Mike was texting me as he was on his way. I kept asking him how far he was. I couldn’t help it. I was anxious and needed to keep track of how much time I had to get it together. 10 minutes after I finished my brows I got a call. I took a deep breath as I picked the phone up.

“Hello?” I answered.

“I’m pulling up,” he said. 

  I told him that I would meet him at the door. I opened the door for him when he got on the porch. We sat on the couch as I flipped through the Starz channels for something to replace the silence of my lonely home. About 5 minutes in and he tells me that he is cold.

“You really like it cold in here, I see,” he laughed as he zipped his jacket up for warmth. “You got a blanket or something?”

I chuckled. “Yeah, let me go grab it. And I only like it like this at night to help me sleep comfortably.”

   I went into the linen closet and grabbed the warmest blanket I could find. When I returned to the couch I noticed that Mike slid towards where I was sitting. Something was giving me a feeling that this blanket was just an excuse to get closer. But of course I was okay with that. I sat down and gave him the blanket. He unfolded it and distributed it over the both of us. I needed it. My legs felt like I took an ice bath. I didn’t have on a bra either. My nipples were harder than Tayah’s Sunday dinner biscuits. How could I forget that of all things?

“Ya’know - Your poem is still stuck in my head. You sure you don’t perform much?” He asked me.

“When I was little my dad took me to his perfomances at the venue where he met my mother. He was a poet, too. I think watching him paid off.”

“So does your mom write as well?”

“She paints. But she likes poetry.”

“A family of artist,” He said as he placed his arm around me.

Those arms were all I could think of in that moment. Good Lord, this man is too damn fine. And he smelt so good. I couldn’t help but to scoot in a little closer. I caught him grin a little as I did. Its like his cologne was pulling me in by the nose. I have to admit that I’m starting to have some indecent thoughts. So much that my clit started to tingle.

"How’d your performance go?” I asked trying to take my mind off of his body.

“It went great. Would’ve been better if you had stayed to hear it.” He looked at me and smirked. Did he just give me a look ..or maybe I’m thinking too deep.

"What’s stopping you from performing now?” I asked.

   He looked at me as if he had no problem doing so. He told me the title of it was called ‘Mental Stimulation’ as he moved a few hairs on my forehead behind my ear. The whole time he performed I was lost in his words. This man knew what he was talking about. And to be honest, he was stimulating me. I put my hand in my night shorts to try and calm the tingling sensation. But It was too late. My pussy and my panties were wet. No surprise there. It’s been 2 years since I had any type of sex and I blame my job for that.

What started out as me trying to calm the urges ended up with me unconsciously touching myself while staring at Mike. As I was doing so, Mike’s attention shot instantly to the section of the blanket where my hand was.

“You okay?” He said licking and biting his lip.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I stopped to cancel out any suspicion. “What makes you ask that?”

  He sat back down beside me. “Your facial expression, your hand moving under the blanket, and the noise I was hearing. It sound like …something on your couch is wet.”

   All I could do was think to myself. This man is fine, intellectual, and had a great physique. I wanted to pounce on this man. My mind was telling me no, but how wet I had gotten was telling me “Yes, Bitch! You NEED some dick!”

 “That’s just my mouth watering.” The dumbest lie I could think of, I thought to myself.

 “Oh, really? You seem a little stimulated to me,” he said pulling the blanket back slowly.

  I tried to hurry and pull my hand out my shorts, but I was caught. He laughed, which caused me to laugh. It felt like a completely judgment free moment. He took my hand and seen how wet it was. To my surprise ..He starting sucking on my fingers. I was mesmerized. Am I really about to break this 2 year streak? He pulled me onto his lap and started kissing on my neck as he slid his hand in my shorts.

  “I can help with that,” he said.

   Well that answers my question. I completely surrendered to this mans touch. He kissed me all over my neck as he started to remove my shirt. I removed his as well. Damn his abs were nothing to play about. I put my hand on them as he made his way from my neck to my breast. He sucked on my nipples while he snuck his hand up the leg of my shorts to play with my pussy more. I was so wet that I felt like a faucet was turned on inside of me.

   He picked me up as he stood and layed me down on the coffee table. He was biting his lip as he took my shorts completely off and threw them aside. I grabbed my titty and and rubbed my clit as he kneeled down and started to kiss my lips ..if ya know what I mean. He stuck 2 fingers in as he was tasting my paradise. Now I don’t know if it’s him or how long I’ve waited to have sex, but this is the best head I’ve had since senior year in high school. He slowly moved his fingers in a ‘come here’ type of motion as he ate me out. This man … mmm, This man knows exactly what the hell he is doing.

   I moaned as I grabbed his head. I sat up and looked down. What a sexy view. He loosened his pants and pulled his dick out. It’s bigger and thicker than my exes. It was beautiful and dark. I would say 4 Snickers tied together would be a perfect description of his dick, veins and all. Only question in my mind was …”Who the fuck is gonna take all that?

Although I haven’t had sex in two years, I was still confident I could deep throat it. I know my talents and it’s nothing a little spit can’t conquer. I was eager to try it. It was as though I had personal challenged myself. So I grabbed his head and pushed him towards the couch as I sat up. I proceeded to separate his legs to get between them. When I got on the floor I arched my back & stroked his dick with the tip of it barely going between my lips.

He moaned a little when I started drooling over his dick. Still stroking it I started to kiss the head. “You always show it love before you drain his balls,” That was Tayah & I’s little saying back in college - Don’t ask *chuckles*

After being satisfied with the amount of spit that covered his big beautiful dick, I went straight in. Sucking hard on the head of his dick while stroking it, spit bubbles began to pop on my face. I worked my way down having the head of his dick next to my throat. I’m giving him all throat action while I grip his shaft & play with his balls.

I made the first attempt to deep throat but it was a fail. I underestimated Mike’s girth. Relaxing my jaw, throat, and my tongue; I tried again. But this time I waited til spit was coming up to slide his dick down my throat. I quickly bobbed my head up and down on his dick to losen my throat.

I kept deep throating through all my gagging. The more I did that, the more spit. And the more spit - you guessed it. Bigger spit bubbles! One was so big it popped and a little saliva got in my nose. I kept going, though. The sounds he was making was motivating me …and stimulating me.

He pushed my head back breathing heavy as fuck. He stood then got behind me stroking his dick and kissing my pussy. He let his tongue slide in and it made my legs shiver against his face. Moving back, he stroked his dick covered in my spit while rubbing the tip between my lips and against my clit. I bit my lip as he slid his wet dick in me. He stopped at the head a grunted.

“It’s tight as hell,” he said thrusting really slow.

“It’s been two years and I don’t masturbate often,” I said looking him in his eyes as he kept thrusting.

He moaned ‘Damn’ as he got deeper. It’s so thick I can feel it against every single wall. It’s like my pussy is pulling his dick. Getting wetter as he sped up, I reached to play with his balls then started rubbing my clit. I looked down to see his dick sliding in and out of me & his dick was glistening with my pussy juices. I got even more aroused by just staring at it. Cream covered his shaft soon after.

Mike flipped me over and laid me on my back. Lifting my legs he grabbed me from behind my knees. He stuck his thick, chocolate dick back in and I moaned as we made eye contact. It was so deep that I was overwhelmed with pleasure. I have no shame in cumming early, but I was trying my best to hold out. My legs trembled as he continued with slow deep strokes.

“Ooouu,” I let out a loud moan while wrapping my arms around his neck. He bit his lip and sped up slightly, but went deeper. Careful enough not to mess up the rhythm and lose my freling. I sucked My lips in trying not to let out anymore loud outbursts, but thst didn’t work. I pushed his dick out & squirted so hard all over his pubic area.

His dick was throbbing hard. I could see even more veins than before. I sucked it a little while he played with my clit making me squirt more. Putting his dick back in me, he leaned forward and held me tightly while grinding his dick in circles. Oh my goodness - the sensation! I never squirted so hard. He bent my legs towards ny chest & got himself into a push-up position. It was hard and deep. He started sweating and moaning as loud as me as he bust a nut deep in my pussy.

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