Chronicles of a Confirmed Bachelorette (2 page)

SPop Rocks

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ell your man you have something special to show him. Lay him back on the bed and start to unbuckle his belt so he knows things are about to get real. Take the bag of

Pop Rocks and pour some in your mouth. You don’t need a lot for it to do the trick. If your man ask what you’re doing ignore him. Wait for the Pop Rocks to start popping in your mouth and then wrap your pretty lips around his dick.

Suck the head of his dick before you allow your tongue to slide down the base of his dick. As the candy pops in your mouth he’ll feel the sensation of the candy making a humming sensation on his dick. It’ll help with the taste if you allow your man to nut in your mouth and he’ll probably never look at you the same.

STwo day Rule

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y man was coming to see me in two days so I knew it was time to get ready for him. Any time he told me he was coming to see me I would eat a bunch of fruit for

two days and trust me it worked to my benefit.

When I heard the knock on my door I jumped up to answer it. I looked myself over in the mirror just to make sure everything was in place. Once I opened the door he attacked my lips. I loved a man who took charge. He picked me up and leaned me against the wall. His tongue poked my mouth asking for entrance which I gladly obliged.

His tongue was thick and long the right size tongue to eat pussy. I allowed him to carry me to my bedroom. He laid me down gently but I knew that gentle shit wouldn’t last long. I spread across the bed so he could get a full view of everything he was missing while he was away working. I was wearing this sexy red number from Victoria Secret I bought just for him.

“You look real good mah.”

I could see his dick pressed against his pants. “Thank you I did it all for you.”

“I appreciate it.” He slid my red thong down slowly enjoying the view. I was ready for him to put it down; I opened and closed my legs so he could get a full view of my nicely shaved pussy.

He grabbed my long legs and pulled me down to the edge of the bed. I giggled while sitting up to reach for his belt buckle. He playfully smacked my hands away. “Let me taste you first.”

“Ok.” I lay back as his hands caressed my inner thighs; I shook just off the contact. His touch always had that type of effect on me. I felt his lips replace his hands, he was teasing me making trails with his tongue everywhere but where I needed it to be...my pussy. I lift my hips so he would get the hint, hell I was over the teasing. I could feel my juice coating my pussy and my clit was throbbing. “Come on Papi stop teasing already.” My nails dug into the sheets just off the impact of his tongue hitting me.

“Damn mah you taste so sweet.” He drove his tongue deeper inside of my pussy. I closed my eyes enjoying his thick tongue sliding in and out of me. My hips rolled just to feel more of him. The slurping noises from his mouth was making my pussy even wetter, I loved a man who could eat pussy and wasn’t afraid to stuff his face between my legs. The problem with men was most of them think just licking the clit and the surface of your pussy means you doing something. Hell no dive into my shit, I want your face to be covered with my sweetness.

My baby had no problem with that. “Damn you taste like a peach or something. I never tasted a sweet pussy like yours.” I laughed while letting out a moan. I knew eating all those fruits would pay off.

I watched as he pulled his dick from his pants and started stroking it while eating me at the same time. Just the sight alone made me want to cream all over his face. He stroked his head and then the shaft of his dick. I wanted to feel him inside of me it was too hard to watch. “Baby give me that now.”

“Um um I’m eating this pussy chill girl, you’re not running shit over here.” As I watched him stroke himself I raised my hips making him thrust his tongue deeper inside of me. I wanted to make him choke on my pussy for not giving me the dick like I asked. Every time he stroked himself I would thrust my hips just to meet him. He saw what I was doing and sped up. Hell my hips sped up right with his hands. I was practically slamming my pussy in his face. The whiskers from his mustache kept brushing against my clit and I swear it was stimulating it even more.

I felt the burning sensation in the pit of my stomach telling me my orgasm was fast approaching.
Why was it so sexy to him stroke his dick while he was ate my pussy?
It was damn near impossible to watch without going crazy.

“I’m cuming”, I whispered and his tongue moved faster across my clit. I held my breath as felt myself cuming all over his face. It was as if my orgasm triggered his nut because I felt him shake beneath me.

We both took a second to regroup. There was no better feeling in the world than to actually experience an orgasm not cum but orgasm.

He fell on the bed smiling. “What did you do to make your pussy taste so sweet?”
Wouldn’t you like to know?
“Nothing I guess I’m just sweet all over.” He smiled and I winked. He didn’t have to know everything.

SThe Essence of a Woman

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ave you ever felt the way a woman’s soft lips felt against yours? The way her hands caressed all the right spots as if she sculpt your body herself? Have you ever

experienced what it felt like to be wrapped in a woman’s comforting arms? Women are such nurturers. They were meant to protect, care, and love the people close to them. I’ve always felt safe in a woman’s arms. It was if they knew what I needed from a simple kiss, to a soft caress, or just encouraging words. Being with a woman was like being in a safe haven.

Love with a woman can only be described as out of this world. A woman understands your feelings because she knows what you’re going through. She knows how it feels to not be understood, to not have your feelings taken into consideration. A woman knows to not take you for granted because she doesn’t want to be taken for granted as well. A woman knows to put you first in the relationship and expect the same in return.

And our sex, I love the feeling of our soft skin against each other. Love making is so passionate with a woman it’s so emotional. The kiss is right, the touch is right, the words are right. When a woman is behind me whispering how beautiful I am, tracing the outside of my ear with their tongue it makes me weak. Feeling her breast sliding across my back as she plants soft kisses down my back.