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FUCKING IN THE CINEMA AND GETTING COCK-DRUNK

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For someone who always has sex on her mind, my last sexcapade has done a lot to me to make want to go on a sexual sabbatical till I start to want dick again. Isn’t that wild? I mean I can go for a dick appointment, do a number of rounds and get back home only to text an hour or two after that I want more because I actually usually want more.

Since this is a true story and most of you are bored because you are stuck indoors and you don’t have much to do, I’m going to start from the beginning to the end.

Five days before the D day, I was bored so I hopped on Tinder and I got a number of matches. I was legit looking to find someone new to get with that night or the next and I’d just gotten back home from a trip. I didn’t want to step out to look for a man when I could just use my phone. Some of the men I matched with didn’t have the vibe I wanted but this particular guy seemed to be fun from the get-go. I told him about my blog and he was excited, left me hanging and went on to read a number of my posts.

He came back online after an hour or two and we got talking again. This time, it got sexual and we decided we could actually have a thing. I had to explicitly state to him that I wasn’t trying to get with someone who would waste my time. I needed someone fun and open-minded and it appeared that I’d chosen right. That was enough reason for me to log out of my Tinder account because I was no longer bored.

Days after, this gentleman hadn’t texted and I almost forgot about him because I kept myself busy regardless. Five days after, interestingly, I got a text from him. It was a Thursday and I was working from home. He wanted to know what I was up to and I guessed that he’d finally decided that he wanted to meet up.

I hadn’t gotten sex in close to two weeks and I didn’t mind getting some from him. He asked for my location and said he wanted to come over. Trust me, I don’t let ‘men I just want to fuck’ come over, especially because it might just be a one-time thing. It is risky as hell because this was someone I didn’t know, but I did. Don’t follow in my footsteps.

I had some work doing and I managed to complete it before he got to my gate. I wasn’t planning on letting him stay and luckily, the lights went out before I got out to let him in. For the first time in forever, I was grateful to ECG (Electricity Company of Ghana).

It was my first time meeting him and trust me, I was impressed by his looks. He had pink lips, he was tall, he had a long beard, he was slender and light-skinned. I was glad I found him attractive in person; y’all know how deceptive pictures can be sometimes! At least I could kiss him and go all the way with him. I really loved that he was tall and I secretly hoped that his third leg would be too.

I had to tell him about the power outage and how we had to step out because it would be too hot inside and I wasn’t trying to hang with him in a hot room. He was cool with the idea. We got to my room and the first thing this gentleman said was, “so, I have been listening to your podcast and I love it!”

That made me excited and we talked about my podcasts and the erotic stories on this blog. If you know me, you’d know how the topic “sex” excites me. Honestly, he hyped me up for whatever would happen later that day. We had no plans but I love the beach, so I suggested we go to the beach.

I tried to think of an easy-to-fuck dress to wear, but my mind was blank so I chose to leave with him in the very short skirt and crop top I was wearing.

He was good company at the beach. I love Smirnoff black so I got three bottles while he got a soft drink, because he doesn’t drink. Fine! We talked a lot about sex, his kinks, how much fun he’d had, whether we’d both had sex at the beach before or not. There was a whole lot to say and trust me, I had a good time.

We could’ve done something at the beach if we’d waited longer but out of nowhere, the cinema came up in our convo and I suggested that we leave to the cinema and have sex there. I’d always wanted to have sex in the cinema and he had it on his bucket list too. In the past, I’d given head and gotten fingered but that day, I wanted to go all the way.

This nigga jumped at the idea of us leaving right away to the cinema to have sex. I was so hyped for it, so we ordered a ride, got into the car and guess what? There was a gospel song playing in the car. I felt uncomfortable, because I had too many filthy thoughts running through my head and I was trying to kiss and be touchy with my mister. Interestingly, I was the only one feeling that way.

I will call him E. I asked E if he was comfortable with the song playing and he said he didn’t mind. I was disappointed! I mean, if you can sit in a car with a gospel song playing loudly in that state, you might as well fuck to a gospel song. I asked the driver to change the song or use an FM station or something, and they both found it funny. Apparently, I was making a fuss over nothing but I still got the driver to turn off the music. And I went ahead to play with his hard-on in his pants till we got to the mall.

It was a few minutes past 6 and we were at the box office wondering what movie to go for. We were trying to get into an empty cinema because of our plans. We were being spontaneous, so we decided we’d go for a movie that’d been showing for weeks hoping that no one else would be interested in watching it. We looked out to see if anyone was walking into that cinema and we saw no one, so we went with it.

We got popcorn, water and drinks and we walked into the cinema. I’d envisioned us sitting at the back and doing everything dirty, but guess what? We walked in to see a number of people at the back. There were like 4 people, some on the last row and two on the row in front of the last. Bummer!

Did that discourage us? No! We had to decide to sit on the second row in front because no one was there.

Right after taking our seats, I didn’t see the need to wait before getting to it, so I put the popcorn and drink I had on the seat on my left. Then I turned to face him on my right. He also turned and I looked directly into his eyes. I muttered,

‘kiss me’

That was it! While maintaining eye-contact, he leaned forward to grab my waist. My lips were already opened, and he met me with his tongue, sucking the life out of my tongue and lips, playing with my tongue and biting my lower lip so hard that it sent a spark straight to my vag. It was hot! I loved it! We went back to tongue play and I wanted so much more till he let go of my lips and bent down to reach for my tits beneath my top. I forgot to mention that I had no bra on. With his tongue, he played with my left nipple, nibbling on it while tickling the right one with his finger. I had to lean back in my seat because it felt so good. We were in the fucking cinema! You can imagine the thrill!

The nipple play created sensations in my clit and I couldn’t help but cross my legs. I grabbed his head and squeezed my thighs together, while pressing the one on top so hard on my clit till I climaxed. I was breathing heavily and I let go of his head. He looked up right after with his eyes squinted and asked,

‘what just happened?’

Me: ‘Wasn’t it obvious?’

E: ‘You came?’

Me: ‘Yeah… it doesn’t mean we’re done please’

He didn’t say a word after, he just bent lower. Luckily, I had no panties on. All I had to do was open my legs widely to give him an easy access to my vag and he went ahead to devour it IN THE CINEMA. We almost forgot where we were and it felt different.

He ate me out, licked my clit and just concentrated on that. It was nice and I had to focus on not been loud although that was hard considering what he was doing to me. He would occasionally lick my entire vulva, from my lady hole to my clit, flick his tongue on it and just lick it till my legs shuddered. At that point, I’d rested my left leg on the seat in front of mine. I grabbed his head yet again and let him take me to my climax.

Again! It was nice! I’m not even exaggerating and I guess the excitement was part. He got up and leaned back in his seat. I looked at him and smiled,

‘Your turn!’

He shook his head and said,

‘sit on me’

I had to look around before saying anything else.

‘do you have a condom?’

E: ‘yeah, I brought one’

Me: ‘Great!’

He reached into his pocket for the condom and I looked down to see his hard-on.

‘He must be big,’ I thought and with four fingers on my right hand held together, I rubbed on it from his flap to the tip to explore how long he was. I reached the tip and pressed on it lightly till he grabbed my hand. He couldn’t wait to get his naked penis out of his pants and he had a durex condom in his hand.

I smiled and unzipped his pants. I grabbed his hardness and pulled it out to see that he wasn’t any shorter than 7 inches. He had a good girth too! My little girl was excited but I wasn’t gonna sit on it yet. I needed him in my throat before I could have him in my guts.

I bent lower, grabbed his right knee with my left hand and positioned my right at the base of his penis. Then, I kissed the tip. My tongue felt so wet and I licked around the head before proceeding to take him in fully. I felt him in my throat and I loved it. While sucking and moving my head up and down to have him in and out of my throat, I held his hand with my right and placed it on my head.

He got what I meant by that. He grabbed a handful of my braids and directed my movement. He lifted my head up and down with his penis in my mouth. I was lost in another realm and when he let go off my braids, I sucked him, sucked his tip, spat on it and sucked on it. It felt good and it was turning me on the more.

I wouldn’t have stopped sucking his penis if he hadn’t told me to stop and just sit on it like he’d said earlier. I had to oblige. I sat back up and watched him roll the condom down his shaft. Seeing that he was fully wrapped in it, I looked to my left and back before standing and moving in front of him to take him in my vagina.

I couldn’t believe we were really doing that. Those at the back might’ve guessed there was something going on because we were in front but did we care? No!

He felt so good inside me. I mean, his girth and length made him fit perfectly with my walls tightly wrapped around him. I ground my waist on him and I wished I could go up and down but I didn’t. That would’ve made it too conspicuous, so I stuck with the only option I had.

It felt good going forward and backwards with his right hand on my tits, playing my nipples. My eyes were glued to the screen and I don’t remember anything I saw. We had to keep going till I heard something. I looked to my left and a man, a tall man, was standing at the far end. Dude! My heart skipped a beat. He looked like he was walking out of the cinema but had to stop to watch a scene in the movie before leaving.

You know what I did? I stopped moving and put my head on the seat in front of me for a brief moment before looking up to see that he was no longer there. That was our cue to stop. We’d done enough.

I sat back in my seat and instead of straightening my skirt; I just sat with my legs opened and my eyes glued on the screen. He saw that and it gave him a reason to make use of his fingers. First thing he did was, lift his hand up and he put his index finger in my mouth and I sucked on it before he went ahead to rub my clit with that same finger.

I still can’t believe that we were able to pull all that off without getting in trouble.

I was having the time of my life and I leaned back in my seat to give him an easier access to my lady hole. I love fingering! He rubbed on my clit in circles, creating sensations which had me placing my left palm on my lips to keep me from moaning out loud. He was gonna make me cum but I didn’t want it again so soon, so when the pleasure started growing intense, I held his hand and directed him to my lady hole. I needed him to finger me.

I really wish for everybody to experience what I felt at least once in their life. It was risky but so worth it. He went in and out with his finger slowly and slowly without stopping till we heard something again. A man chose to come in late, about 20 minutes to the end of the movie and he chose no other row but the one behind ours. Can you imagine?

I didn’t get how that could happen, so we had to stop. I had to sit up and straighten my skirt and top.  You know what’s worse? The man didn’t even sit at the far end; he was right behind us so we couldn’t continue. If we were that reckless and younger, I’m sure we would’ve.

We had to watch the ending of the movie. It didn’t look that bad at all and when it finally ended, we walked out shamelessly. I kinda felt bad when we got out because I realized I was the only one who’d cum and it wasn’t just once.

We both had to use separate washrooms and after, we had to decide what to do next. I had something in mind. He didn’t live alone and wasn’t comfortable with us going to his. I wasn’t trying to go to mine to fuck him there either. So, I thought of just making use of a movie house.

I searched and found a cool one in Haatso. I was all for something different and the adventure and having someone who was down for anything made it easier. We ordered a ride and before we could go out to get it, I asked him if he had more condoms and he said, no.

Who only takes a single sachet of condom out when they know they are definitely going to get some? Is it ever enough?? We had to go to the pharmacy to get two packs before heading out. 

We had a good chat on our way to the movie house. We got there and realized it didn’t look bad at all. The room was spacious, the bed was queen-size and the washroom looked good. It was time to party!

 TO BE CONTINUED…..

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MENTAL HEALTH ADVOCATE, WRITER, SEX AND RELATIONSHIP EXPERT

Ami Shikah is a sex educator and mental health advocate. She is passionate about sex education and is working towards making her website/blog a place where people come to for knowledge and information that will help them make healthy decisions about sex and sexuality. Mental health isn't treated with much importance in her part of the world (Ghana, Africa) and as someone who has had to deal with depression and suicidal thoughts, she hopes to share her experiences with the world and help other people like her. She has in-depth knowledge about sex, sexual health, sexuality, vaginal health, pregnancy and abortion and is working to share it all with the world. She has also made it possible for people to ask questions and get answers to them anytime.

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