Today I sat in, just surfing the net. I thought of nothing but why
have I been feeling so solemn lately. Is it because I haven't been
touched that way?
Because I haven't been kissed that way? Or is this just boredom from
going through the motions of the same routine day in and day out?
I had been noticing this name popping up in Yahoo Groups while
reading his post, but would never respond, then I remembered he is
also on my Yahoo
Messenger list. I got up to courage to finally add him and sent him
an IM.,and he responded bluntly like, " what took me so long to
notice him".
I wanted to know about his group, and him, and what was his interest
were. They turned out to be the same as mine. Well, similar anyway.
Damn! I didn't
even know what he may look like. The brother may be jacked up in the
grill, or worse. So, I ask my usual pointed questions, and ask for a
pic, and he complied.
Shit, he was sexy, intelligent and packing some serious dick. A
dangerous dick. The kind of dick that make a sista think about doin
freaky shit she ain't never
thought about doin before. Shit where you been? After chatting online
a couple of days sometimes nice, sometimes naughty, we exchanged
numbers to talk
for real. After a very heated conversation, I decided I needed to
meet this man. Shit, he got me so wet over the phone, my pussy was
literally throbbing and
seemed to be crying in my panties. He seemed to be missing some
passion in his life too. I couldn't understand why? He was handsome,
and had a job,
didn't live with his mom, only one baby mamma, and no drama.
Thinking about him I decided to see how freaky he really was. I
decided to call him at his job to see if he could handle phone sex
without loosing it in front
of his co workers. The phone rang, and he answers, "Good afternoon,
can I help you"? I say, in a sultry voice, "I hope so Mr. Lawson.
See sir, my problem is
I got out the shower, and I'm here all alone. I dried off as best I
could, but I'm still wet. See sir, my pussy is wet and my clit is
swollen and throbbing . I'm laying
on my bed, and rubbing it but it isn't helping. Maybe I'm not doing
it right. See I take two fingers, insert them into my mouth, then I
rub gently on my clit
in small circles, then back and forth. Now I'm wetting my fingers
again, sliding them inside my pussy, oooh shit!! God, I'm so fucking
wet, and hot. I wish
you were watching me. Watching me cum. Mr. Lawson would you play with
my pussy while I tease your big, long, fat cock with my tongue? Mr.
Lawson I'm
raising my ass wishing you were inside me, pounding this pussy,
pushing your hard dick in deeper and deeper. I can feel you thrusting
in and out the friction is
making me drip all over the sheets. Oooh Mr. Lawson I'm Cuuumming!!!!!
Aaaaiiiiiieeee SHIT"!!!! I'm yelling in the phone, (thank goodness
somebody invented
the earpiece) "I'm pinching my nipples Mr. Lawson. I'm Cumming hard
for you Oh shit, Mr. Lawson. As I catch my breath, I hear him
breathing heavily, and
saying, "That was unbelievable, Mrs. Smith". I could tell from the
sound of his voice he was having trouble holding himself together, so
I said, "Oh thank you
Mr Lawson for helping out today. I'll be flying in to finish the deal
this weekend", and hung up the phone ………. ALWAYS
WETT...MZWETT......TY BOO...
