I Love Movie Night

I just had an awakening; I loved to be watched. So it was movie night with my sister, girlfriend and I. Everything was normal, we ate, had dessert and were readying ourselves for the second movie. My girl and me were in the bed and my sister was a few feet away on the couch. We were laying on each other just enjoying the movie and I got that tinkling feeling in my pussy and I knew I wasn’t going to make it through the night without my pussy getting some attention.


So being the freak that I am I spread the blanket over us and turned up the volume on the movie. I lifted up my shirt and popped a juicy nipple in her mouth. When her warm breathe soaked my on button my pussy started to juice up. The panties were getting in the way so she started to slowly eased them down as my sister seemed to be unaware of what was happening. With three of her slender fingers jammed in my slippery hot pussy and my nipple in her mouth I was in heaven. Thank god I don’t have a squeaky bed cause I was riding her fingers like a prized jockey.


I’m so nasty. My legs were spread eagle, FOUR fingers in my pussy, sister on the couch, pillow in my mouth and I loved the excitement. I looked over at my girl and through the haze of my ecstasy all I could see was calmness on her face. Beads of sweat were forming on her brow and I was heading to the home stretch. Just as I was ready to burst she made a slurping noise. She quickly pulled her fingers out making more sex sounds and I thought the jug was up..lol but thank god it was a great movie cause my sister didn’t seem to notice.


Do you know I had the nerve to turn around and arch my back and let my favorite friends get deeper into their home. I’m a vocal fuck and the pressure of not being able to yell out prevented my cum but the foreplay was great. I think it time to venture to the swingers club so I can be in an environment with a willing viewing audience.

Do you like to watch or be watched like me?

S.O.S.!!

I am sitting at my desk wrapping up the last few things I need to get done for work. He’s been here watching me, admiring my every move, hanging on to each word of every phone call. Licking his lips seductively and squinting his eyes as he studies me, and records every detail of my profile in his mind. I am trying hard to concentrate and he’s making me want to just call it quits at this very moment. He stands up and walks out of the room. I hear him slowly walk up the steps and go down the hall to my master bedroom. I hear the water in the Jacuzzi start to run. I shut down my computer, turn off the light and get up from the desk to prepare to go upstairs. When I turn around I see the outline of his silhouette standing in the doorway. He’s taken off his shirt and his basketball shorts are holding right under his pelvic bone. In my mind he’s already asking me “How Does It Feel?” just as DeAngelo in all his nakedness did so many years ago. He walks over to me, takes my hand and leads me towards the steps. He puts his hands around my waist and holds on tightly as I walk in front of him into my bedroom. The candles are lit, sitting on the edge of the Jacuzzi and illuminating the room with their sexy dim flicker. Each bubble looks like a silver lined cloud in the light. He removes the boy shorts I am wearing first, then my tank top. His shorts follow. He climbs in the tub and motions for me to sit in front of him. I position myself between his legs and immediately feel his hardness poke me in my back. I lean backwards against his bare chest and exhale. I’ve needed this for so long and the marathon sex we’ve been having for the past 4 nights definitely warrants a long soak in this hot bubble bath.

He reaches around me and cups both of my breasts gently, then takes his two pointer fingers and circles both nipples simultaneously. I am wondering if I am the Wicked Witch from somewhere or another because I am already melting in this water. He keeps one hand on my breast and places the other between my legs, gently running his finger up and down my clit. I feel my body becoming more and more relaxed, but my pussy tensing up. He continues to caress my body to the rhythm of the old school R&B song coming from the radio on my nightstand. My pussy is pulsing and I am ready to climb on top of him right in the water. I wait though, as I want to take my time with him and enjoy this moment. I am massaging his erect penis with my lower back and firmly rubbing his thighs under the water. He kisses me on my neck and shoulder, first softly, then a little more aggressively, sucking on my shoulder blade as if it is tongue kissing him back. His penis gets even harder as it pushes against my ass cheek. I reach behind me and grab hold of his dick. I let the water push through my fingers as I stroke back and forth for just a few minutes. I turn around to face him lift his dick up so the head is just out of the water. Pushing some of the bubbles out of the way, I bend over and begin to give him head. At first I just suck the tip teasing him as I lick around the head of his dick and stroke the shaft with my hand. I can tell he’s wondering if I am going to put the entire length in my mouth while in the water and just as he is getting settled into the half and half technique I am using, I take a deep breath and inhale his entire penis into my mouth. I feel the water in mouth mix with my saliva and surround him and listen to his deep moans as I begin to suck with the waves of the water. Beneath the bubbles I massage his balls and try not to swallow too much bath water. I am so turned on by the feeling of his dick in my mouth and the water around face that I can feel the wetness of my pussy between my legs, even through the gallons of water in the Jacuzzi. He presses down on the back of my head and I fight gagging on his dick down the back of my throat and drowning at the same time.

Finally he can’t take it anymore. He doesn’t want to come before feeling the walls of my pussy so she stands up and motions me to get out of the tub. We barely dry off with the towels from the sink and walk into the bedroom. He sits me on the edge of the bed, squats down and immediately sticks his tongue into the entrance of my pussy. I have been right on the edge since sucking his dick so I grab his ears and hold his head so that he can’t move it. He flicks his tongue in and out of my freshly bubble bathed love box and I cum immediately. He pushes me back on the bed, becoming more aggressive, and with one swift motion opens my legs to almost a full split and shoves his rock hard dick into my pussy hole. He’s going in…fast and furious. I listen to him moaning with each stroke and I am convinced this might actually be our first quickie. Wrong. He slows down, flips me over and proceeds to bury his cock deep into the pit of my stomach. I grab my abdomen and swear I can feel my organs shifting with each stroke. He angles his dick so it glides against my G-Spot. When I orgasm I feel my juices splash onto my sheets and pour down my legs. He pulls his dick out, picks me up and walks over to the sofa under the window and tells me to sit down and ride. I bend over, spitting on the head of his dick before taking the entire shaft down my throat. The taste of my pussy juice is so enticing another orgasm brings me to my knees. I recover and straddle him as he leans back on the couch. Putting my feet on each side of him, I squat down on his dick and rise and fall. I can feel the tip ramming into my cervix each time I come down and I am certain I am waking up the neighbors in the house next door with all the noise I am making. I am positive I’m about to make him bust but suddenly he grabs hold of me and stands up and walks back over to the bed. He lays me on my back, climbs on top of me, and continues to stroke for another 15 minutes, bringing me to orgasm a pussy shattering three more times. He uses his mouth, his hands, legs, every part of him to stimulate my senses and I am feeling so defeated but in such ecstasy at the same time. My pussy tenses and I cum again, squeezing his dick so hard with my walls that he couldn’t stop himself from joining me in orgasm if he wanted to. He looks me dead in my eyes and kisses me passionately, gets up off the bed and tells me to get some rest before he wakes me up for more in the morning.
I am beginning to think I really can’t keep up with this one. Five nights in a row of the same madness and I am left not only craving more but asking Sheba where to order Vajayjay Cream so I can make my pussy OK with what’s taking place. I’m already addicted and I am probably going to have to check into Super Dick rehab by the time all is said and done so I am sending out an S.O.S.

Perhaps two pussies instead of one will make it a little easier to deal with the stamina of my young stallion?

Did I just get my GROOVE back??

What have I gotten myself into? It seems I ask myself that question pretty often these days but today I REALLY mean it. About a week ago I was doing some work for my business posting ads on a popular website when I got curious and decided to check out what the personals were offering. I perused through a few “women seeking women” ads, nothing special there, then went to the “men seeking women” ads. The first few I saw were quite amusing. Since I needed a good laugh for the day I just keep going, reading one desperate plea for love, sex with no strings attached, or mutual extramarital affairs after another. Many of the posts had pictures attached which provided even more jokes. I mean I’ve looked through plenty personals in the past, even posted a couple myself, but it seems that day people were really on some other shit. Nevertheless, I kept browsing. Suddenly, I came across one that caught my attention. It said something about looking for an independent woman who’s about her shit, career-minded, educated and not looking to just take from a relationship. The message was nice and well-written but it wasn’t really the words that caught my attention. Once I scrolled down to the bottom of the post and saw the pictures he’d included I just knew I had to send him a message. He was FINE. In one picture he had his shirt off and I could see every single cut in his chest and stomach. I seriously wanted to jump through my computer screen and give him The Business right then and there. I sent him a message. “Hey...saw your ad and just wanted to say hello. Nice pictures...nice profile. I'll attach a picture and if you want to know more about me feel free to reply...”

I went back to doing what I was doing and about an hour later I got an email from him telling me I was cute and that I should holler at him. We spent the rest of the day going back and forth between email and text messages. In one exchange I asked him how old he was. I couldn’t tell from the pictures online and I was really feeling like I wanted to try to meet up for some safe but random hot rendezvous. Here’s the wrench. He responded that he’d recently turned 23. Pause. I mean I know I am not THAT much older but here I am getting ready to enter my 30’s is the new 20’s and trying to give The Business to someone in their 20’s is the new TEENS. Sigh. I thought about rethinking that one. I told him what my situation was and he showed no less interest and made it clear that he was ready to see me as soon as time allowed. A couple days went past and after several phone conversations, text messages, pictures and oh yeah, the video of him showering, I realized I had a curiosity that this cat needed to succumb to. I was supposed to go out of town on Saturday night but figured I could just move my flight to Sunday morning. I called him and asked him if he had plans for the evening and he said it depended on me. I replied “let’s make a date” We decided to meet at a hang out spot downtown where there are a bunch of stores and restaurants and just pick a place when we got there.

The minute I laid eyes on him I melted. He was even better looking in person than in the pictures he’d posted AND the extra ones he’d sent me. He smiled at me and I immediately felt my panties get moist. He chose this wine spot for dinner where there was a live jazz band playing. He ordered wines for me to taste, stroked my hand under the table and talked to me about his favorite old school R&B artists, joking with me about how most of those he mentioned were before my time. Halfway through this date, I realized two things. 1. It hadn’t even crossed my mind that I was out on a date with a person over half a decade younger than me and 2. I thought to myself I might have to rethink my plans to do the deed with him on that night because I really wanted to see him again, and not for sex but just to hang out. As we approached the end of dinner he asked me what Plan B was. I knew that I should say I was going to head home and get some rest before my flight but he made a joke about something, smiled, my panties got wet again, and I let him know I was game for whatever. He asked if I wanted to go to his place and watch a movie. I messaged my girl with his phone number and license plate number and let her know where I was headed in case she didn’t hear from me in a few hours. I followed him to his place and realized when I walked in that I really was dealing with a grown ass man. I might have been expecting to see a futon in the living room and a mattress on the floor in the bedroom but I was pleasantly surprised to see stylish furniture inside a very clean apartment.

We went into his bedroom and chose a movie to watch. About a fourth of the way into the movie he leans over and kisses me on my neck. Now I’ve been kissed on my neck a million times before but this particular kiss sent chills from my forehead to my toes. It wasn’t too soft or too aggressive. He used his tongue to lick behind my ear and down to my shoulder blade and began to massage my other shoulder at the same time. I laid, fully clothed, flat on my stomach and he proceeded to massage my back. On the phone he’d mentioned to me that he gives great massages and he was going to make stop giving the spa people my money. As I laid there in pure bliss as he kneaded my shoulders and back through my shirt, I was convinced he might actually be right. I took off my shirt and left my bra and skirt on. I was amazed at the fact that once again my pussy was wet and that this young man was giving me the best massage I’ve had in a very long time. After a good twenty minutes of this he rolled me over, got on top of me and kissed me passionately. We already know how I feel about kisses but his was just right. When he stopped he just stared right into my eyes and for two seconds I was intimidated because he was really looking at me like he could make me scream his name right then and there if he wanted to. He removed my skirt and bra and laid me across his bed. He rubbed up and down my thighs and I could feel the sticky juices from my pussy slowly roll down my inner thighs toward my ass cheeks. He took one finger, dipped it in my wetness and spread it all over my throbbing clit. He slowly rubbed it until just before I was bout to cum, knelt down in front of the bed and began to lick me from my clit to the bottom of my juicy lips. He massaged my breasts at the same time showing each nipple special attention. After I came about three times he stripped down to his boxer briefs and I made him lay down on his back and proceeded to suck his dick like I am sure it’s never been sucked before. His dick was so soft and just the feeling of it in the back of my throat made me want to cum without him even touching me. When he couldn’t take it anymore he made me turn over, kneeled over me while he put on a condom and proceeded to give ME The Business for another hour and a half. We switched positions 5 or 6 times and every time he felt like he was about to cum, he would switch up his stroke and start all over. I have no clue how many times I came or how the hell he kept my pussy dripping wet for so long, but he did and by the time I stood up I had to get my bearings together so that I could walk straight without falling over. Needless to say, I am anxiously awaiting date number 2 with the young stallion. I will keep you all posted…..

Whose GROOVE is this?

Silly Jumpoff, Tricks Are For Kids

(Sing like a blues song)
I met this man. Da dun da dun.
Call him Mellow. Da dun da dun.
Gave me the dick once, then i wanted it mo and mo..
I got the blues..
The my-hoe-done-got-outta-line blues..
I said the dick is almigh-tay,
and I don't know what to do
Oh, Yeahhh!!

If you've read my previous posts, "Salad for Starters" or "Man vs. Beast," you will be familiar with one of my more favored jumpoffs, Mr. Mellow. Now Mr. Mellow and I met and had a whirlwind fuck fest all through February. I knew he had other chicks on his roster, and he knew he wasn't about to be my boyfriend or any crap like that. We had discussed the ground rules in the beginning....no cameras, condoms always and truthfulness.

Mello is starting to act funky, ya'll! My problem is, once a man shows me the Bitch inside, i tend to not want to fuck him anymore. Afterall, I don't mess with bitches, lol, not yet at least. So, we spent pretty much all of the shortest month fucking and sucking our brains out...and then March came. This fool got missing like he had warrants out on his ass! Shit, he would call for a brief check-in, tell me he missed me and couldn't wait to fuck me again, then, we wouldn't talk again for a few days. Then we'd have phone sex every now and then... if I needed it before work, or he needed it post-club. But phone sex, while great, doesn't cut it for the kid all the time. I needed some dick.

I really could care less about the lack of conversation, but I needed a little more consistency on the Lay It Down tip. So, I called him one night, told him I wanted to see him. he told me he'd drive down that weekend. Though he hd been under the weather, he couldn't wait to blow my back out. Aight. This was Wednesday.

Friday. Mellow texts me in the morning, he's still sick, doesn't think he'll make it down. I text back: Cool. He calls later, on an errand to get medicine (though I hear the cashier ask him for ID for the liquor) Though, lol, liquor can be medicine for some people, Mellow's story was starting to sound suspect. We talk while he's on the way home and as he reaches the house he says, "Ok. Let me get in this house and lay down." Normally, I wouldn't have thought twice, but he was seeming real suspect. Communicating via text all day, calling when he was out on an errand, buying liquor and then, hauling ass off the phone when he gets back home. I really wouldn't have been annoyed save the fact that I was looking forward to getting fucked all week long! Hmph. So I said, "OK. You want me to give you a call later, or do you have company?" He said, kind of surprised that I called him out, "Yeah, she got here an hour ago. Sorry, I was going to tell you, but she's helping me out with a financial situation." LMAO. Is this fool serious. LOL, did he really just tell me he abandoned my pussy to fuck for his rent money? Get the fugg out....

So, needless to say, I was kind of annoyed. And I didn't fuck him when he drove down the next day and tried to make nice. As much as I wanted to fuck him, I didn't. Now it was time to assert myself in this fuck relationship, introduce him to the Vixxxen. As much as I loved the way he slapped me and choked the shit out of me, I was going to turn the tables. The next time we fuck, and there will be a next time, Mr. Mellow won't know what hit him! I'd taken the submissive role originally, but because as I said, he revealed the bitch in him, that's my cue to reveal the Bitch in me! I haven't had to bring out the whip and ties in a while...but I will, I learned a while ago from a bitchofaman I used to fuck, that it's nothing for me to spit in a man's face before I sit on it and smother him until I try to damn near drown that muthafucker with my cum...Stay tuned, Mellow's gonna get fucked soon....

Sheba, let's get crackin on that corset shopping, girl!

Anyone every had to turn the tables to teach a lover a lesson?