It is true that if you don’t experience new things, you won’t know what you’re missing. I know that the experiences will not come on their own. It’s up to you to go out there and get them. So this year I plan to have new experiences because I’m bored with the norm.
To kickstart that, I accepted my first invitation of the year. It was a house warming. I was invited by Rita. It was her boss’s house and a lot of his friends were in attendance. It was a classy event.
On my way to the restroom after having gulped down some glasses of wine, I bumped into a tall dark man. Or, better still, we bumped into each other. I guess we were both distracted. Interestingly, we looked up and apologised at the same time. The moment my eyes met his, I was hooked. While I was in the restroom, all I thought about were his eyes.
The DJ took charge and the fun part of the party began. Rita and I were moving to the beat when a shadow darkened our view. I looked up and saw the tall stranger. He smiled and asked me to dance with him. Hmm. I was impressed with his courtesy. As we danced, I could almost smell his masculine energy. His voice was deep and his moves were smooth. He said his name is Femi, the original Yoruba demon. But at that moment, I didn’t mind. We had a good time on the dance floor, but when the DJ changed the genre of music, we left the floor.
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I got to know a little more about him afterwards. He was a geek who was into oil and gas. As he spoke, all I could smell was his perfume. I was drowning in it. He asked if I wanted a smoke and I obliged. So we went to his car. My tongue was a little loose after a few puffs so we talked some more. His voice was soft but firm and I just wanted him to keep talking.
He offered to take me home after the party and I jumped on the offer. I already had some ideas in my head. We got to my place and I invited him inside. We shared a bottle of wine I had left over from the holidays.
I like you, he said, and then he kissed me. Hard. I held his head and kissed him back. He pulled me closer and started to feel my body.
My hands wandered around his body also till I found my favourite spot. And trust me, he didn’t disappoint. His dick was hard and long.
I massaged it with my fingers, playing with the tip. He took charge, pulling my dress off me. Then he carried me and put me on him. Then, we kissed again. Roughly this time. Then he trapped my boobs and sucked on them like he was sucking on ripe cherry mangoes. It felt good. He sucked my boobs, and I felt it.
Not all men know how to suck a boob. So I was revelling in the pleasure. While he sucked, I rubbed my already wet pussy on his hard dick, moving back and forth till I couldn’t take it anymore.
I put his long dick in my pussy. And because I was in the cowgirl position, it felt like his dick was in my throat. Every thrust had me gasping, but I was loving it. Can you take it baby, he kept asking. When he noticed that I was almost at my peak, he said: “Sit on my face.” I sat on it and rubbed my juice all over his face as I came.
“When I was done, he turned me over and penetrated me from the back. He gave me the deepest back shots I had ever received. He must have hit something in me because I came two more times before he finally emptied himself in me.
He eventually slept over at my place that night. We fucked till morning. What a way to start the year. I’m not letting this one go. He sure is a keeper.
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