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“The Thirty-ninth Bowl”

Still catching up on Question Crunch comics.

Angel Tenshi is so damn amazing and talented. You can listen to our conversation on the Used Media site and then follow the links to your preferred place for podcast listenin'.

I also hate bills.

Goodnight while I play with him.

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Choose your player: (8 men to choose from)

~*Wild Ride!*~

I didn't see this coming at all. Never thought this would happen.

My face - voice muffled in the pillow. I begged him to slow down.

Nah.

Begged him to hurry.

Nope.

Can't he get it done?

“Beg again, and I'll make you late.”

“Plea-unh-AH!”

I couldn't hold it in any longer. For a while, my body fell under his spell. Everything he commanded, wanted, created, facilitated, turned me into mush.

His torturous, tantric tricks threw multiple orgasms in my direction, out of my mouth, over and over again. He knew which angle to hit; how hard to strike. When to slow down, and amp it up.

He's such a tease.

Goodbye Reason. So long, critical thinking.

Hello headboard, banging against the wall as I cry and mewl for him and only him. My fingers dug into the sheets. This shit is too intense, so much that I vowed to keep our sexcapades a secret. He promised not to tell, either…

“Stop thinking,” he drawled. “Learn to enjoy the moment. Enjoy us.”

Doggy style, I didn't have to see anything. I knew this annoyed him by a mile, but-

Damn it!

He'd flipped me over. Got damn… I hate it when he looks at me like that. That knowing look that pierces my soul every time. So hypnotic, so-

“C'mere.”

I shifted as the mattress sang a new tune, upon re-entry and a new rhythm between these cum soaked sheets. No choice as my body fell under his spell again. Arms wrapped around his back. Nails pierced his skin. He bit my neck, soothed it with his tongue. Stars cloud my vision as his speed increased. His endless stamina and talented stallion did things to set my volcanic explosion.

I...

Cannot...

Take...

The clock read 4:40am.

“Hurry!”

“Your mind blown, yet?”

He paused his movements... Damn it! Why'd he do this to me every time?

“I see rainbows,” I breathed, unable to construct the right words.

“I'll always be your freak,” he'd whisper in that deep, modal voice that turned me on. “Cum for me, babe.”

Our hips rolled and bumped for the homerun, heated up, glistened in sweat, climbing higher and higher...

Burst! Splash splosh splish!

Kiss me, baby. You're the best. I'm knocked out, shaky...

He'd kiss my forehead and rub my belly.

Too bad these walls ain't soundproof.

Knock knock!

“What's going on in there?”

~•~•~

Wild Ride! © 2019, AngelT

Is dangerous for you.

After receiving a VIP pass, I've watched the group perform one of their top hits. We've spent a few moments jamming, joking around and shared a few photos.

Going back home, my phone rang. One of the members had driven, rather slowly, in his Escalade. An inviting wink beckoned my senses' response. So I got in. We're off to a night of adventure.

Holding hands.

Soul to soul.

Heart to heart.

Until I've happened to be at his crib. Moving a little too fast, eh? He carried me to his bed. As I've landed on my back, he'd pounced, effectively locking our legs.

One kiss on my neck. His hands trailed, albeit slowly, from my collarbone to my navel.

"Allow me," he whispered with a husky tone as his expert hands proceeded to undo the buttons of my blouse. His - damn those lips - took a trip up to my bra.

"Wait."

His ministrations paused. The desire in his eyes wavered some. No disappointment detected.

"I'm not ready. I know it's been several years since we've last spent quality time with each other, but honestly, I cannot."

I sat up and buttoned up. The yearning in his eyes shone bright with understanding.

"It's alright, no rush. I respect your decision. I still hope we can spend more time together. In more creative ways, obviously."

"Sounds fair."

What the heck was I thinking when we've locked eyes again? He'd laid on his back. I wanted to taste his lips again.

Crawling...

Hovering over his figure...

My hands on his sides.

"I need you. Just one chance to know this is real."

His hand cupped my chin and brought us closer. Closed the distance. Distance between our faces. Tasting his lips, soft and tender, unwavering, I wanted this moment to last forever.

"Love you."

~•~•~

"That hairstyle totally suits you!"

"Thanks," I said. "My stylist is quite talented. I should give you her number. She'll know what to do with yours."

His fellow bandmate chuckled.

"Anyways, I gotta run! The library is open and I have a ton of paperwork to get rid of."

"Sure thing."

I've pulled on my jacket when his arms came around my waist...

Hol' up.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm the sexiest member alive, and everyone knows my name," he whispered.

"But, you're not J."

"He doesn't have to know." His hands trailed inside my pants. Fingers found my clutch...

"Say my name, princess."

This was wrong.

To be continued...

Wishful Thinking © 2019, AngelT

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I'm tackling a fast-paced medical course (that also focuses on herbs and laws of health). It's interesting so far!

This Black Queen is super busy!👸🏾💃🏾💖🎁

Troubleshoot the TV box.

Yeah, I got skills.

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