I love this man so much. It’s not just the sex—it’s everything about him when I’m with him. He is good-looking, very much my type, and let me tell you, he is soooo fit.
You should see his body! Goddamnit! His tummy literally does not exist. I could eat him all day and never get enough. Every cell in my body ignites at the thought of him, and my face is literally beaming with a smile right now. My heart races with the memory of his touch, his taste, his intoxicating presence. The way he moves, the way he carries himself with such grace and sexiness—it makes my head spin.
I yearn for him on a deep level. Oh God!
How I wish I had him in front of me right now. How I wish I could take him everywhere and devour him, get lost in his touch and kisses, and savor every moment of him. I crave the way his lips feel against mine and the way his hands explore my body with such a gentle, yet possessive hunger.
My flower is so excited. My clit is literally throbbing. Do you ever feel a spark inside you when you have a sex flashback? Does it shoot up within your vagina, making you ache with desire?
I’m feeling exactly that right now in my flower. The only difference this time? It’s lingering. It’s not just a spark; it’s a constant, pulsating sensation that is continuously shooting up my flower, teasing me with every memory of him.
Oh, the memories! His thickness and his length—oh, that length!
It’s as if the creator thought of the most perfect dick in the world, designed it, and decided he had to attach it to my baby’s body. I love it so much! That dick does wonders to me. It lights up my inner world and brings a different kind of brightness. Envision a switch being turned on, bright colors everywhere—an acid trip of pure ecstasy.
When he is going inside me, it’s a different kind of pleasure. My flower welcomes him with the widest, most open arms. Like, “Come home, Daddy. Here is where you belong. Here is where home is.” He fills me up completely, leaving no space untouched. My walls hug him so tightly, and every nerve in there activates like wildfire, burning with a sweet, overwhelming intensity.
God! That dick is literal perfection.
What I would do to have a taste of it right now!
Okay! Focus girl!
Reader, I missed writing for your reading and erotic pleasure, you know?
Writing is one of my favorite things in the world, and I’ve been starving you of beautiful stories on my blog. I’m so sorry it’s taken me this long to give you a story to read and something sexy to fantasize about.
I’m here to make amends. Okay?
Let’s continue. Let me tell you about this man and this fun threesome with him and her.
I already said a little about him, right? Let’s talk about her.
First, she is naughty. Like, so naughty.
She is a nutcase… in a sexy way.
You should see her too. OMG
She’s got such a beautiful smile!
And her butt! You should see her butt!
It’s gigantic, and it sits so nice and steady. It’s so soft and big, and she can really shake it. This girl is the real definition of a meal you see and salivate over, wishing so much to get a taste of. Like, it’s not just about her butt or her big tits or her body. She is so fun, and I love having her around. She is my baby and I’s baby.
We love her energy and her vibe. She’s wild, free-spirited, and always knows how to spice things up. And when the three of us come together… it’s nothing short of magic.
So,
How did the threesome happen?
It was actually our first time doing a thing with her together together. Do you get it? I’d had a few sexy moments with her in the past. She’d watched me and him fuck. She’s been around a lot of times, and she’s seen me make out with him almost everywhere. I can’t help myself when he’s in my presence—I have to touch him, kiss him, and taste him. And she was always there, teasing us with her gaze, knowing so well that she would be a part of it one day.
On one occasion, we had such a wild time together. My baby was sitting on my face, his thick length sliding deep into my throat while I lay on my back. I could feel every inch of him as I worked my lips and tongue, taking him in until my throat stretched to accommodate his size.
Meanwhile, she was right beside us, her energy electric. She was on the bed, doing very sinful, sexy things to my body with my red rose vibrator and her fingers. The rose was positioned perfectly on my clit, buzzing softly against that sensitive spot, sending shivers of pleasure through me. Her finger was slipping in and out of me, slow at first, then faster, matching the rhythm of the vibrations. The combination of sensations—the fullness of him in my mouth, her teasing touch, the pulsing of the rose—it was overwhelming in the best possible way.
I moaned, even though my mouth was full of him, the vibrations of my voice traveling up through his body. He groaned in response, his hips grinding against my face, his pleasure feeding mine. She was relentless, pushing me closer to the edge with every flick of her wrist, and I could feel my body trembling with anticipation. The pressure in my core kept building, my clit throbbing under the rose, and it felt like I was going to explode.
It was one of those moments where everything just blended together—his taste, her touch, the electric buzz of the vibrator. My body was on fire, and I was completely lost in the pleasure they were both giving me.
She always said we were so hot together, and she could feel the tension between us. She knew how much we wanted her too. It wasn’t just about adding a third person to the mix. We had all this chemistry—she was wild, adventurous, and fit in with us perfectly.
The day it happened.
That morning was such a horny morning for me. It was a Friday. My period had ended a few days prior and I wanted so badly to see my baby and get some.
When I woke up, I sent him a very horny voice note.
“Babe, I miss you so much. Can I come to you later today. I’m so horrrrny, I want to cry.”
He replied almost instantly, his deep voice making my heart race even more. “Mmm, baby. I miss you. Come over and let me take care of you.”
The thought of seeing his face, being in his arms and feeling his lips on mine, sent shivers down my spine. I couldn’t wait to feel the heat between us again. I spent the whole day restless, my body aching with desire, counting the minutes until I could be with him.
I went to work with everything I needed to take to his place, so I could go straight to him afterward. I packed my rose, butt plug, lingerie, lip gloss, whips, blindfold, cuffs, etc. My bag is big and I’m able to fit a lot in there. I mean, I’m never able to stay for just one night when I go and see him. I stay for days. I packed a few clothes too: a little dress, shorts, and crop tops, along with my face towel.
When work wrapped up, I sent him a text.
“I’m done with work. I’m coming right now, babe.”
He replied, “okay” and I booked a ride.
I was connected to a driver who was 4 minutes away, and guess what came to mind?
My butt plug!
I needed her inside me.
First, let me tell you what she looks like. She is black, sleek, and smooth, with an elegant design that feels perfect. Her oval part is about 2 inches long from the tip to the base, just the right size to give me that full, delicious pressure without being too overwhelming. The narrow neck leads to a small, round base that sits comfortably between my cheeks, almost like she was made for me.
There’s a button at the base that, if you press downward, makes it vibrate.
I thought about how incredible it would feel to slip her in, press that button, and let the soft, steady hum tease me while I sat in the back of the car. The idea of being turned on, having my secret little pleasure while heading to meet him, was almost too much to resist. The thrill of the vibrations traveling through me as I tried to stay composed made my pulse quicken.
I got my bag and headed to the bathroom.
I was wearing a long black dress that ended an inch beneath my knee, with a slit on one side. The straps were slim, and the top of my breasts and cleavage were exposed—just enough to tease, but not too much. I paired it with 3-inch heels, giving off a vibe that said I was all business during the day but ready to be a bad girl once night fell.
I looked at myself in the mirror. I had on my large, golden hoops, and my golden-colored braids, which fell a few centimeters below my butt, still looked flawless. My glasses sat so perfectly on my face, giving me that sexy, sophisticated look. My red lipstick was still intact, though I looked a bit tired from work, but still undeniably good.
I smirked at my reflection, knowing how much he loved seeing me like this—classy and ready to unleash my wild side just for him.
I hurried, knowing my ride was close by. The excitement of what was to come made me feel a little reckless. I reached into my bag and pulled out the butt plug, feeling a wicked thrill rush through me.
I washed it with soap and under running water. I wiped it with tissue and took out my lubricant and poured a generous amount over it.
Without wasting a moment, I pulled up my dress, pulled down my red panty, spread my legs, bent over and slowly slipped it in, and gasped at the immediate sensation. The snug, intimate fit felt so right. I pressed the button at the base and felt the light vibrations start, a sweet little hum that teased me instantly.
I bit my lip, adjusted my dress, and straightened up, taking one last look in the mirror. The secret buzz between my legs kept me on edge as I grabbed my bag and left the bathroom.
I could already feel the anticipation building. This was just the beginning. My night was going to be unforgettable.
My driver had arrived and had been waiting for a few minutes. I saw that he had texted to ask if I was coming, so I rushed out and sat in the car. It was 5 minutes past 7 pm.
The car ride to his place was almost torturous with anticipation. The steady hum of the butt plug was teasing me the entire time, sending little pulses of pleasure up my spine. Every subtle vibration made me squirm in my seat, my body aching for more. I crossed my legs tightly, biting my lip as I tried to suppress a moan. The driver had no idea what was going on in the back seat, but I was fighting to stay composed.
As I stared out the window, all I could think about was him. His body, his smile, his voice—all of it drove me wild. I imagined the way his hands would feel on my skin, the way his lips would taste when they finally met mine.
My flower throbbed with longing, and I clenched around the plug inside me, making the sensation even more intense. God, I wanted him so bad.
When the car was a few minutes from his place, I felt like I was going to explode. I felt it was time to turn off the vibrations of the butt plug. I unzipped my dress from underneath my right arm and discreetly passed my hand through my dress to silence the buzz.
The moment my fingers brushed against the switch, a sharp jolt of pleasure surged through me, making me gasp quietly. I bit my lip harder. My heart was racing.
My body was betraying me, craving more even as I tried to turn it off. My fingers trembled as they lingered near the plug, but I managed to steady myself, taking a deep breath to calm the whirlwind of desire swirling inside me.
The car slowed as we approached his place. My pulse quickened in anticipation. I could already picture him opening the door, his eyes dark with hunger when he saw me standing there, flushed, knowing exactly what kind of state I was in.
I turned off the vibrations just in time, my body still thrumming from the residual sensation. When the car stopped, I smoothed my dress, making sure I looked composed on the outside, even though my insides were screaming with need. I paid the driver, thanked him and stepped out, feeling the cool evening air caress my heated skin.
With every step toward his door, my anticipation grew stronger. I was so close to him, to what I knew would be an electrifying night. I knocked once, my knuckles barely grazing the door before it swung open, and there he stood, looking as perfect as ever, topless. His eyes traveled slowly over me, taking in every detail, and the look he gave me made me feel like a prey caught in the gaze of a predator.
I stepped inside, my heart pounding, my body humming with unfulfilled desire. The night was only beginning, and I knew, deep in my core, that what was coming next would leave me breathless.
He opened the door, looking as perfect as ever. That smile! That body! I almost jumped into his arms right then and there. But I wanted to savor this moment. I wanted to tease him the way I’d been teasing myself the whole ride over.
“Hey, baby,” I purred, letting my eyes roam over his gorgeous body.
“Hey, you,” he replied, pulling me close for a hug and soft kiss, his hands gripping my waist as he pressed me against him. I could feel the heat between us, the raw desire building.
But I wasn’t going to let him have me just yet.
I stepped back with a wicked grin, biting my lip as I looked at him. “I brought something fun,” I teased, my fingers trailing down my dress, stopping just at the slit on my thigh.
His eyes darkened with curiosity. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”
Instead of answering, I reached under my dress and pressed the button at the base of the plug again, turning the vibrations on. I pressed it again to turn it up just a notch. My knees almost buckled from the sudden rush of pleasure, but I managed to stay standing, my breath coming out in shaky little gasps.
He noticed, of course. His eyes widened slightly as he realized what I’d done. “You naughty girl,” he growled, stepping closer. His hand slid up my thigh, under my dress, finding the base of the plug. His fingers brushed over it, sending another wave of pleasure through me.
“Mm-hmm,” I whispered, leaning into him. “I’ve been playing with it the whole way here. Waiting for you.”
His hand moved toward my flower, teasing my already-soaked panties, and I let out a little whimper, my body trembling against his. “Fuck,” he muttered, his voice low and husky. “You are a very bad girl.”
I smiled
I was already on the edge. The combination of his touch and the relentless vibrations from the plug was driving me insane. I needed him now.
Next thing I knew, he shifted my panty to the side and his finger slipped inside me. I let out a moan and he moved closer and planted his lips on mine. Our lips met with a fiery intensity, igniting the spark that had been building up all day.
His kiss was deep, commanding and so full of hunger. His tongue slid over mine, and I could feel the heat between us rising with every second. I moaned softly into his mouth, unable to help myself as his grip tightened, his fingers digging into my hips.
His mouth moved to my neck, planting hot, wet kisses along my skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. My body arched into him as his lips found my sweet spot, right beneath my ear, and he sucked gently, making my knees weak. I could feel his breath on my skin, hot and teasing, as he whispered,
I miss you….
TO BE CONTINUED NEXT WEEK…..
Share your comments!! What are your thoughts? How do you feel????
Ami I am hacking all your devices for the rest of the story. How can you leave us hanging like that? At least the lady needs to climax the 1st time before you end it.
YOU ARE VERY MEAN !!!
Aww I'm so sorry. I had to break it into parts because this has close to 3000 words and I didn't want to make it too much. I'm glad you like it. You will love PART 2 more!!!
WOW 😲😲.. This is so refreshing and exciting. This way more than Erotic. It's like watching a romantic movie. Damnit!! ...
@Ami Shikah you've been missed a lot. Hope all is well. Thank God you are back for us. I love you so much.
I'm glad you love it!!! Expect a new story today. I'm sure you will love it too!!
Sure..!! I'm already loving it✨💖
Ami.... Always making me miss my girl👧 ...