When you go through a breakup there are so many things that you go over in your mind that you may regret. Sometimes it’s the things we may say, sometimes it’s the things we may do and sometimes it’s the touches we miss. The touches that were not only sexual but also reassuring in the darkest of times. I’m not always able to say exactly how I feel but when he’d put his hands on my thigh or my waist, everything was always clear. I loved him, I loved him more than I thought I could love someone that wasn’t fully mine. Our relationship was never defined, nor was it in a box that could be picked off of a relationship shelf. When things got hard our excuse was that we are ‘us’ and that was the only explanation that was needed. I think as my love grew for him I began to see that ‘us’ wasn’t enough and I think I wanted to hear more things like we. We was moving forward, we wanted to plan a future, we wanted more kids, we wanted to have a plan for all the tomorrow’s. He blamed it on the fact that he grew up in the streets and was never able to learn how to just be with a woman, how to just be with me. So I went along with it, I went along with everything he said because he made it sound so good. He made us sound good even though it was far from. Even though I know that we shouldn’t be together I still sit here just missing him. Missing his touch. His hands would let me know how he feels and I miss the feelings, I miss knowing what was on his mind. Whether it was pinning me down while we would play fight or when he’d slip his hands up skirt to my sweet spot. The way he would wipe away my tears or the way he’d wrap his arms around me for reassurance. A break up can be a terrible thing but there is never an end for things that are meant to be. We needed to end, we needed to end because we wasn’t right but that doesn’t stop me from missing his touch, from missing his hands.
Rip off my clothes
Rip off yours
I don’t want to do anything at all
Just bend me over
Spread my legs and get inside
Start off slow
Build up fast
Rub my clit
Slap my ass
Say my name in that breathy tone
Mmm it’s so sexy
I start to moan
We have to be quick
Get to my G-spot
Dip that dick
OMG I’M GOING TO CUM
That’s when I hear that disappointing groan
Did you cum? His eyes were wide
I just rolled back over to my side
Yet again my mind hasn’t been swayed
Battery sex is really the only way
Am I wrong for wanting a piece of him, him, her and her.
Society says it’s wrong.
My friends say I’m greedy.
Is it wrong for me to have many lovers?
Is it wrong that each of them have a special part that equates to my perfect being?
Why must I just have one mate?
Why does it have to be a man?
My auntie says “Cuz we nuh inna di batty gyal biznes”
She doesn’t understand that our culture doesn’t have to affect who I am.
He fucks me so good I lose control of my body, it surrenders to him and never puts up a fight.
She provides me with her sensual flair, making me believe in my sexiness and know that it’s ok to want the best that’s out there.
He makes me laugh and never wants to see me cry. When I’m around him I never know whether it’s day or if it’s night.
She is my provider, she makes me feel safe and warm. She never lets me have to deal with rainy days or them horrible storms.
Together they make the perfect one. The person I see myself falling and falling and falling over and over and over again in love.
Why must that be wrong?
Why is it socially acceptable for a man to gift his dick to what ever woman may blink but if a woman does the same she isn’t worth shit.
She is called a HOE, SLUT, WHORE and could never be a wife. Just because she’s living unapologetically in this crazy thing we call life.
A sexual being, yes. Also, looking for the right attributes to make the best.
Is it wrong?
Is it really wrong?
When you think about it are you truly with the one?
Or are you just with someone that was better than the rest but still missing something hun?
Live your best life and be who you want to be.
I’m only my best when I’m being me.
His face showed signs of anger but it still made me want to try and seduce him. He kept his tight gaze as I walked across the room slowly dropping the dressing gown off my shoulders. His stubbornness kept his eyes on mine but I knew he wanted to look at my body. I moved slowly towards him which seemed to make his hands fidget but his eyes still looked mad. I ignored his face and decided to watch his body language as I got closer and closer. He seemed to relax more and his hands dropped down to his sides. I got in between his legs and still hadn’t looked up at his face again. His body was giving me all that I needed in that moment. I went to undo his belt and he grabbed my wrist, but when I touched his hand with my other he let go. I undid his belt and zipped down his trousers and his most important muscle sprang to attention. I bent down and placed my petroleum covered lips onto him and I heard a gasp. That gave me all the permission I needed to take him deep into my throat, start working my hands at the base of him and start squeezing his scrotum; which I knew he loved. I caught myself in a rhythm and he put a hand behind my head and whispered “Don’t move let me fuck your mouth” in a breathy tone. I did as I was told and when I managed to look up I saw his face and I knew he had succumbed fully to my advances.
Make me cum without touch, use your words to seduce me.
Make love to my mind, use your intelligence to entice me.
No day to day small talk, let your goals be used as foreplay.
Your drive and ambition will put me under a spell.
Love me with your mind don’t just fuck me with your dick.
Give me something different, not just something average or I’ll regret it.
Challenge my knowledge with information I’ve never heard before.
Hours and hours of stimulation until I close my eyes.
I want my mind blown baby, not just in between my thighs.
I’ve felt it before
It was nothing like this
Each feeling is somehow new to me
Almost so good it should be forbidden
Dangerous in an addictive sense
I yearn for him when he’s gone
Yet when he’s here I say no
Not because I need him to stop
Simply because I can’t take anymore
He makes me feel things I never knew I liked
He makes me love things I never liked before
My body is for him and only his touch satisfies
When I’m alone I lay there and fantasise
I touch myself and think of him hoping to feel what he makes me feel
It’s never the same
I use to love playing my body like an instrument
A piano playing all the right keys
But as soon as he came along I never play the correct song
My body is for him and only his touch satisfies
He kisses me all over with a new level of passion
Never misses an inch
Explores me to find exactly what drives me crazy
He aims to please and he pleases so well
He whispers in my ear if I like how it feels
I’m always confused as my body is shaking can’t he tell
His pleasure takes me over
Tingling every nerve
Like the orgasmic version of pins and needles
I sometimes even feel like is this more then I deserve
My body is for him and only his touch satisfies
Don’t get me wrong I wouldn’t say I’m promiscuous
I wouldn’t say I know everything about sex at all
When it comes to it I’m very confident but he makes me feel entry level
My mind consumed by thoughts of regret wondering why I never let myself be felt by him before
I love a man that can take control. I love a man that just gets on with it and doesn’t need to be told. I love a man who can sense a good opportunity. I love a man who can make me scream his name. I love a man that can make me moan. I love a man that can make me beg for more. I love a man that can fulfil all my needs. I love a man that can make me say please. I love a man that is good with his hands. I love an experienced man. I love a man that likes to watch what I can do to myself with my own hands. I love a man that always wants more. I love a man that always needs more. I love a man that isn’t afraid to ask for more. I love a man that isn’t afraid to try new things. I love a man that knows what pace will suit the mood I’m in. I love a man that doesn’t mind kissing with tongue. I love a man who doesn’t mind not doing it at home. I love a man that worships my breasts. I love a man that worships my bum. I love a man who loves my thighs. I love a man who can do it while staring deeply into my eyes. I love a man that loves what I can do with my mouth. I love a man that kisses me at the start, the end and throughout.
“Why are you moaning? I haven’t even touched you anywhere good yet. Every time you make a noise I will stop.”Damn.
He started to stroke my inner thighs again and I really tried not to make a peep but I couldn’t help but whimper when he got closer.
“Your very disobedient, aren’t you?” He whispered in my ear and really pushed me over the edge.
“I’m not I just really want you inside me!”
“Are you sure?”
He let go of my waist and pushed me against the door in the stall. He starred into my eyes while he undid his belt and then his trousers. I struggled to keep up with his stare because I wanted to look at his dick as it came out of his boxers.
“Look up, we don’t have time to get distracted, I know your going to want to suck this dick if you see it.”
I wanted to say something slick but I realised that if I saw his dick I probably would’ve wanted to suck it and this wasn’t the time.
He walked towards me and kissed me again but this time he lifted up my left leg and wrapped it around his waist. I put my other leg around him but also put my hand down to lift his dick to my pussy. When I felt the tip enter me I let go and slid down onto him. We both made a low groan as we was very aware we was in a public bathroom. He put his hands around my waist and then pushed me against the wall for extra grip. I put my hands around his neck and braced myself after seeing that ‘are you ready?’ Look in his eyes.
As soon as he felt my hands lock behind his neck he started to fuck the living daylights out of me. I started to make all sorts of noises but by the time I came I really didn’t care where I was.
“Ok I just wanted to make sure you came, this isn’t about me baby” he kissed my neck between each word.
“Should I let you cum again?”
I was so horny I couldn’t even think straight.
He put me down and then bent me over with a quickness, before I had realised what exactly was going on he was at it again. Oh this is so damn good but I know what could make it better.
“I know exactly what your thinking now, don’t worry I got you.”
With that being said, 2 seconds later I felt a wet thumb enter my ass. I almost screamed because that is my shit but I managed to keep it together. I came again and I was actually exhausted.
Trey sat on top of the closed toilet seat and then pulled me down to sit on his lap:
“Is this Valentine’s Day going as good as you thought it would?”
I looked him straight in his beautiful face and replied, “no, it’s going even better baby.”
He just smiled and then kissed me.
“Good to hear, now let’s sort ourselves out and finally go and eat.”
We walked in and all eyes were on us, maybe that could’ve been because we were ridiculously over dressed. I was all leg, he was all muscle, it was a bit much for the dinner time crowd but we didn’t care. The view of London was to die for and the cocktails were amazing. I made a mental note that we would definitely come back here. We was at the bar all of five minutes and our waiter came to take us to our table. We sat down for what seemed like a second before Trey leaned over towards me with that look in his eyes, “Go to the toilet and take off your panties, I will be in there in a minute.”Ummm is he joking or is he joking?
“Are you joking?” I said this through my quiet attempt at a laugh. He looked me dead in my face with the most serious expression, “Do I seem like I’m joking?”
I didn’t reply to him I just got up and went to the toilet, bare in mind that there were other people in the shard so this was very risky. Not that I was really complaining, sex in a public place was definitely on my bucket list.
I walked in and I had to take a minute to admire the view and the bathrooms were even nice. The walls inside each stall was like mirrors but blue and it smelt like spring time. I walked in and pulled down my knickers and just stood there. This was so exciting, just waiting there got me wet. Five minutes went by and I was growing impatient, ten minutes went by and I was over it. I was horny as hell waiting for him and he didn’t even bloody come. Just when I walked out the stall he was standing there, starring at me.
“Ummm Trey, why didn’t you come in?” My tone sounded irritated but I was, why was he just waiting here.
“You want me don’t you?”
Is he trying to annoy me or is this just for banter.
“Of course I want you, I’m horny as hell, why didn’t you come in to get me?”
He gave me that damn sexual look again that he always does, “I wanted you to get really ready for me and a little irritated because I knew this would end in the best result. You ready?”
He walked towards me and I backed up back into the stall. When he got fully in he closed the door behind him and then grabbed me by my waist. I looked up at him and he gave me a little smile and then kissed me. He kissed me like he was trying to make me cum just by his lips. Maybe it was just my imagination but the kiss was something out of this world. It was so good I didn’t even notice his hand going up my thighs. I started to moan already and he hadn’t even reached his destination yet.
He wasn’t a person who gives in to these money making holidays but he said he would try for me. I couldn’t wait to finish work and get home to see what he had planned for us to do. I made sure to buy two different outfits for the bedroom and for going out. I know it seems a bit over the top but a girl has to be prepared. Plus I wasn’t sure if he was going to make an effort or just give up as he doesn’t like Valentine’s Day. I left work with a quickness, I needed at least 2 hours to get ready because my hair was going through an emotional break down. On top of that issue I had to make sure I was shaved from head to toe, I wasn’t able to book a wax appointment in time, I’d be damned if I was going to feel like chewbacca.
Although there was traffic I managed to get home with 10 mins extra for my pampering session. I got to my door and I noticed a note that was taped to it. It said in capital letters, “DRESS TO IMPRESS BABY, TONIGHT IM GOING TO GIVE YOU EXACTLY WHAT YOU DESERVE. BE READY FOR 8PM, A CAR WILL PICK YOU UP. PACK AN OVERNIGHT BAG BECAUSE WE WILL BE STAYING AT A HOTEL. THEN IF YOUR LUCKY I WILL GIVE YOU EXACTLY WHAT YOU NEED.”
I automatically got excited and a little horny because if I know him at all I know he is going to give me exactly what I need.
At this precise moment exactly what I needed was a big, juicy dick.
I ran inside and jumped in the shower, shaved all the important bits, also washed and conditioned my hair. As I was getting ready I was drinking a little prosecco, I’m usually a nice girl but tonight I wanted to be naughty, alcohol always gives me a confidence boost. I got out the underwear that I bought and decided to definitely wear the red lace outfit for tonight at the hotel. Balconette bra to make my breast look more enticing, French knickers, knee high fish net stockings with the lace band and to finish it off suspenders. He loves my red lips so I decided to go with ruby woo lipstick and my hair big and curly. The little black dress I bought was definitely for the occasion. Lots of leg on show to get him ready for the big reveal.
At 7.55 my buzzer went off and I slipped into my black pumps and grabbed my clutch. Gave myself a quick once over in the mirror and was out. I had no idea where I was going and after a few failed attempts of trying to get information out of the driver we arrived at the shard.
“Oh ok so he’s really trying to get this work tonight!” I whispered to myself.
I got out the car and turned around to see the biggest bunch of white roses I’ve ever seen in my life. There was a heart shaped balloon in the middle of it and it just melted my heart. Attached to the bouquet was my sexy ass man, he was in his blacked out Tom ford suit and red grandpa shirt, louboutins to match. He looked so damn good and when I saw his hair cut I almost wanted to propose to his barber.
“Happy Valentine’s Day baby girl, you ready for tonight?” he said in an extremely low and seductive tone. Damn, so much promise in only 9 words, I’m not even sure I am ready.
“Happy Valentine’s Day Trey, I think I’m ready but knowing you I may not be as ready as I should.
He laughed and put the roses in the back of the car. I was a bit disappointed that I didn’t get to hold on to them a little longer but I got over it once he kissed me. His lips are so soft and every single time they touch mine, even if I’m angry with him, they send shivers down my spine.
“You will get the roses back later, let’s go up and eat…”
I ignored the fact that the eat sounded sexual and I held his hand as we walked towards Aqua’s entrance.