Why is it wrong?

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.

Sapio?

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.

 

Her part 3

 She put the tray down on a side table and poured two glasses of wine. She walked over to the sofa but didn’t bring the glasses or the strawberries. “That’s all for after,” her voice was a low sexy tone.
My panties got so wet from that comment and I knew what was about to happen. She sat down next to me, leaned forward and kissed me. It was so gentle and so erotic. Using her tongue to part my lips and then french kiss me. Although it’s what I wanted, it’s like my hands were frozen and I didn’t know what I was allowed to do.
She broke the kiss and told me to stand up and I did. I stood right in front of her and stared into her beautiful eyes. 
“You are so beautiful and I’m so happy you picked your first time to be with me. I must worn you though I’m very addictive.” 
I didn’t doubt that comment for a second, all I’m doing is standing in front of her and she has my pearl thumping. 
“Slowly unbutton your shirt and take it off.”
I did as I was told and kept eye contact with her.
“Beautiful, now take off your bra and let me see those beautiful breasts.”
I closed my eyes and exhaled, hearing her talk was enough to push me further then I’ve ever been. I took off my bra and stood there clenching my thighs together. 
She smiled and pulled my skirt up to my waist exposing my now damp underwear. I felt shy at first but quickly got over it. She leaned forward and ran her nose against me. “You smell so good,” her voice muffled “I’m going to really enjoy making you go crazy tonight.” With that being said she wasted no time pulling down my panties, my left leg over her right shoulder and sucking and licking my clit. My head dropped back so quick, I couldn’t control my moans. If that wasn’t enough she started to finger me as well, I was to through it took maybe 2 minutes for me to cum. She didn’t stop there, lapping up every bit of cum and then making me orgasm again I had to grab her shoulders for support. I couldn’t handle anymore and was able to let out a small plea, “Please.”
She moved back and stared into my eyes, my juices glistening from her lips. I took my leg down, kneeled in between her legs and kissed her to show my appreciation. I could taste myself and I tasted so good, I wondered what she taste like. “I want to taste you now, please.” She told me to lay on the rug and when I did she started to undress in front of me. She’s so toned and just everything, her body was perfect. Clean shaven pussy and amazing breasts. When she took everything off she got on top of me in the 69 position. I hesitated at first not wanting to do something wrong but as soon as she started to lick me again I wanted to reciprocate. Remembering what I saw on a lesbian porno I started to flick her clit with my tongue, finger fuck her and suck all over her pussy making sure I tasted every last drop. She started to moan and I was loving it. Catching my own rhythm against her tongue, we devoured each other for what seemed like hours. Pure ecstasy. 
We never did manage to drink that bottle of wine. We did however manage to bring out a double sided dildo but I will leave that to the imagination.

Her part 2

 Today the time went by so damn quick. The one day I want it to drag to save my embarrassment. I came to the conclusion that I needed to make up a lie to get her to invite me round. I told her that I was having relationship problems and didn’t want to be alone tonight. She asked me if I wanted to come over and share a bottle of wine she’s been waiting to open. I said yes.

When we pulled up to the house I hesitated to get out the car. She walked around and opened my door without me even noticing. She said, “You ready to come up or you need some more time?” With a smile. Why would she ask me that? Oh shit, she knew why I was really here. “No I think I’ve been ready for a while” I muttered. I couldn’t look at her but I did get out the car. She grabbed my hand and we walked up the pathway to her beautiful maisonette. 
Although I was probably more nervous then a hooker in church, the fact I was finally alone with her gave me a rush of excitement. Why do I find her so intriguing? Whatever it is I’m sure to find out tonight. 
We walked in and she told me to take a seat on her gorgeous L shape sofa. I slipped off my heels and walked across her sheepskin rug, pausing to feel the soft rug underneath my toes. I love sheepskin rugs.
I continued towards the sofa and made myself comfortable. I heard her rustling in the kitchen, making a lot of noise and I grew very curious.  
Surely it doesn’t take this long to pour a couple of glasses of wine. Should I go and help? I better not actually, I don’t want to come across too impatient, even though I was. 
5 minutes had gone by and she finally entered the living room with a food tray filled with strawberries, whipped cream and a bottle of wine with two glasses.  

Her part 1

She is here again, here to confuse me and make me question my sexuality. I told her I’m not a lesbian, I told her I’ve only ever liked men. At the same time seeing her makes me want to do things I’ve never done. She makes me want to explore the unknown. I find her so sexy, I think it’s the way she carries herself. She’s not girly at all, tom boy exterior. She always looks amazing from head to toe. I need to know what draws me to her, what makes her different? Why do I want to explore her body using just my tongue? There I go again, my mind is constantly in the gutter. I wonder if she’s ever noticed me stare at her. I wonder if she thinks I like her. I bet her pussy taste so sweet. How do they taste in general? I’m so confused! I’m not a lesbian! It’s just her, she makes me want her. Would it be weird to ask her for just one night? Just one night of seeing her naked body, touching her with my hands and mouth. Oh just thinking about what she can probably do to me is making me go crazy. Does she use toys? I’m not a lesbian. What am I then? Should I tell her I’m attracted? Do I tell her I want to make her cum? Do I tell her she can have her way with me? Do I tell her? I want to tell her. What if I’m not her type? Damn. This would be all for nothing. Mustn’t think negative, I could be her type. I really want to taste her, I really want her to taste me. Fuck me with her tongue until I cum. “Come over to me I want to taste some” I’d say. French kissing her and tasting my juices the combination would drive me insane. I’m really not a lesbian. So what am I? Maybe she could tell me. Maybe I should ask. I will tell her before we leave. Maybe I should call her after work and ask to come round. Maybe I will turn up naked and pray that she’ll entertain my fantasy. Oh, the fantasies of her and me. The nights I’ve spent fingering myself, rubbing my nipples, hoping one day she’d touch me. I’m telling her tonight. This is happening tonight.