I think I am addicted. I mean hard core addicted. I am shaking right now scheming on how I can get my next fix. It could be in my bed, the bathroom stall at the mall or on top of his car in 30 degree weather because he makes me that hot. Everything about this man drives me crazy mentally and physically. From the moment we lay eyes on each other, we don’t come up for air until the condom is filled with his kids. This might be too much information but oh well. I am going to take a wild guess and say if i were to swallow, it would taste like sweet milk laced with honey. I’ll do the leg work and get back to you on that one.
I am going to try and articulate our encounter the best way that I can. I warn you though that it is about to get real. I am sure Jill Scott and I have had sex with the same caliber of men because if I could name him, he would be Crown Royal.
As soon as the door closes behind us, we are no longer in control. There is no logic, no words ( just dirty talk) or awareness of our surroundings. First, it’s his kisses. His lips are the instrument that speaks music into my lips and through my body and the sound that is produced are my moans. It is effortless to wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me because I am feigning for his touch. I think I am against the wall. It feels like I am on Earth but I floating. The candle in the corner causes his silhouette to dance on the walls, making my pussy thump with anticipation. At this moment, he is mine and my body doesn’t object. My bra disappears, my clothes on the floor and my hair is loose. The moment that almost makes me cum early is when I use my index finger to slide his basketball shorts down his hips. I can smell his erect sex and my mouth waters. In my mind I am thinking, “Please let me suck enough of him to quench this thirst that I have. Otherwise, he might be late for work and me for Zuumba in the morning.” And just like the smooth taste of aged whiskey, his dick tastes spiced with anticipation and precum. As I take the length of him in my mouth slowly, the excess spit gathers at the corners of my mouth, making it easy to bob my head up and down. Sucking him and the twist of my hands on his dick sound like someone mixing Mac’ n Cheese (think about that sound). I grab his hips, open my throat and push him deeper until my gag reflex kicks in. He responds with the infamous, “Oh shit,” which makes me not give two fucks about choking myself for an additional five seconds. He is well worth it.
I scoot back on the bed while I watch him fill the condom that would make Trojan makers proud. Our lips connect again like magnets and with one thrust, he is filling my walls. Its perfect. I take shot after shot of his tongue, getting more uninhibited with every stroke. I am tipsy when he grabs my hands and holds them over my head as he grinds into the bottom of my canal. I am making a mental note to look up the nearest Alcohol Anonymous meeting when he puts his forehead to mine and breathes his spirit into me. This goes on until I feel butterflies in my tummy that travel to my spine. I squeeze the upper muscles in my pussy hoping to suppress the feeling that is now making my toes tingle. As I am coercing my insides not to give into the overwhelming feeling of drunkenness, he says the magic words, “Cum on this dick.” And it is over. I explode from the inside out, causing my insides to contract, wrap my legs around him and moan his name.
Himy name is Alicia and I’m addicted to Crown Royal. Help.