Mmmm, today was a good day. I was sitting at work fantasizing about the sexiest man that had to be alive, in my world anyway. I finally spoke to him on the way home last night…and that was all she wrote.
This man was godly; almost too good to be true. He had a nice and tight body with a smile that could kill. And you know what, he fucked me so good last night, I almost lost sight of who I was. Shit, how does one lose sight of who they are? Easy, when you do some shit you normally wouldn’t do without even thinking about it.
Straight to the point….all I know is that when I got off work yesterday, I stopped to the store for my usual bottle of merlot. Fifteen minutes later, I was at home bent over my sofa with a fit-for-my-pussy dick inside of me. I’m almost certain that my neighbors heard my moans and demands to fuck me harder, as the sofa is conveniently positioned close to the main foyer of my two-level condo.
Damn, I can’t remember being so wet before. Was it the physical attraction, the little game of cat-and-mouse, or the inward and outward thrust of what felt to be the best dick ever? I’ll need to change my panties soon, cuz I’m getting wet just thinking about it.
If the sofa action wasn’t enough, I almost forgot being on my knees for what seemed like 3 minutes, before the eruption of warmth and wetness hit my face. I slightly opened my mouth hoping to feel his pleasures on my tongue, but that’s when I felt a tongue instead, kissing me passionately as if this were a last kiss.
He gently grabbed my face, and while nibbling on my ear whispered, “I’m not done.” I came for the fifth time.
He pulled me close. Put each of my breasts in his mouth and carefully examined both with his tongue. I almost lost it…wanting him inside me again. His tongue then trailed down to my clit, where he gently sucked and caressed his way inside of me. Undeniably, the best…never felt this way before. I almost got mad at how professional he was with his tongue, but I let it go. His hair was jet black and curly, with enough length for me to grab it and finger his curls while he ate my pussy like a pro.
I almost didn’t notice my secretary knocking at the door. I also didn’t realize that my skirt had been unfastened, in the midst of me fingering myself at the thought of last night’s rendezvous.