An Erotic Encounter
Hello Dolls!
This entry is going to be a little different...so if you're super sensitive about sexual encounters, or vivid descriptions of such...yeah get the fuck off my blog, come back tomorrow. ;-P That's my disclaimer! If you like erotica, read on, I'll share this lil experience with you all :)
Yesterday I decided to reserve as a non-sugar day. No POT dates, no searching...not even phone calls. My search has been so intensive, its been difficult to get much else done. So I needed a day for myself. I had a doctor's appointment in a city where one of my old flings lived. I will refer to him as Mr. Price. We had a romantic fling for about 3 months, and then lost contact for a while since his job was really demanding and I had started grad school. I texted Mr. Price to see if he'd be in town since I was in his area...he responded with the quickness! His flight from the west coast would be landing later that evening.
Mr. Price is a Federal Air Marshal. He is very well paid, and only a year older than I am. He's tall, with a caramel complexion, light brown eyes that you can get lost in, sexy tattoos, and sculpted beefy muscles. This brother is delicious, affectionate, funny, and can charm the pants right off a beautiful girl. I have knack for law enforcement for some reason. I love hugging him and feeling his gun on his belt on one side, and knife and handcuffs on the other side. Everywhere he goes he's always armed. Not to mention his condo is really big and luxurious. He's always taken me to really nice restaurants and luxury resorts :)
Mr. Price met me down stairs with a devious grin. He looked me up and down as my Miu Miu's oxford pumps clicked against the concrete and my hips seductively switched right up to him. I playfully hugged him in a buddy-ol-pal fashion, but I already knew what was going down since I packed a spare pair of panties and a toothbrush in my coach bag. When we made our way upstairs to his gorgeous condo, I looked at his pristinely made bed and turned my nose up. I asked him when the last time he washed his bedding because there was no way I was going to curl up in his sexed on sheets LOL! This was our ritual, I asked the same question each time poking fun at the fact that I know he's a playboy. His response was the same as alway...he washed them that week and has been out of state for most of the week. Then he'd kiss me hard on my lips and push me onto the bed.
Slowly he worked my leggings and my thong down as he massaged my lower back and my butt. I'd glance back at him and see him intently watching the curves of my flesh move beneath his grasp in the moonlit illumination of his bedroom. He asked me what took me so long to come over. I commented that I took a shower like I always do in the evenings. No sooner had I said that, I felt his lips gently brush against my ass cheek, followed by a bite. A moan of delight escaped my lips before I could contain it. Next thing I know Mr. Price was eating my pussy from the back. Out of all of our encounters this was the first time he ate the sugar. The song, "Lick my neck, my back, my pussy, and my crack..." is now his official song haha.
Just right before I was about to climax on his face he slid right on in, which surprised me because he was fully clothed. He fucked me deliciously torturously slow...tangling his fingers in my hair, tracing my body with his fingers, massaging my breasts, my clit... ;-* Mr. Price has an oversized mirror on the wall across from his bed. I loved watching our caramel bronzed bodies rhythmically colliding. I could see his muscles flexing...looking so smooth and elegant in the moonlight. I wanted him more. I have this lil thing where I don't like to orgasm because in women, the bonding hormone is released in a chemical explosion in the brain...and that's why we get more easily attached then men do.
Mr. Price already knew. I tried to move away, to escape the ecstasy I was experiencing...but it was as if my attempt to run away from him excited him more. His gentle movements became more aggressive. I felt the muscles in his chest and arms tense as he grabbed me by my neck with one hand and restrained my hands with his other hand. Somehow he cleverly locked my legs with his legs...and I was completely immobilized. Then he fucked me hard and there was nothing I could do to escape the pleasure that engulfed my body.
Afterwards he traced my curves with his fingertips and his tongue. I gave him a massage, rubbing oil on his gorgeous back muscles. I admired the tattoo that tastefully covered nearly his entire back, and read the meaningful writing. He was fast asleep. Carefully I unstraddled him and crawled away...but instinctively he aroused from his rest and reached out and pulled me back close to him again so that our body heat was one once more. He reenacted his song a second time, and we were back at it again like summer lovers. This time I was still sensitive so I tried to run more quickly to escape my impending orgasm, but he pinned me down like a lion playing with a field mouse. I'm a fairly strong woman and even though I wrestled him with all of my might, I couldn't escape him even if I really wanted to.
After round two that nigga was fast asleep hahaha! I watched him sleep for a bit...he's so adorable...secretly I wanted him all for myself...till he started snoring :P Thank God there was something wrong with him because that awful sound reminded me that he wasn't perfect. For some reason I was really productive with my homework while he rested...I haven't been able to focus for weeks now. Then after a few hours of droning away at homework on my laptop in just my panties and a t-shirt next to him in bed...I put away my laptop and snuggled with him under his mink blanket. When I woke up the next morning he was caressing my hip and carefully watching over me. I was embarrassed because usually I sleep really ugly LOL, but he pushed my hair away from my face and told me how every inch of me was beautiful...and kissed me on my nose ^__^;;
Mr. Price and I wrestled in bed once more before we jumped in the shower. Then I dressed as he packed his luggage for his flight to California this morning. He drove me to my car since I parked in a different lot. We parted with hugs and kisses. I watched him drive off in his sexy and expensive black car...wishing we were in love and that I didn't have to do the sugar thing. When I'm with him I always feel like everything is ok...I know I'm safe and I don't have to want for anything. He always encourages me, but I think he suspects that I'm doing the sugar thing since I have things that someone with my income just couldn't afford. I'm a romantic, but not unrealistically hopeless...he's probably just as endearing with any woman he's with at the moment. That's how men with money are.
♥ Dream SB
