The saying that the best moments in life are not planned is so very true.
This is not to say that planning is not good, but sometimes it’s more rewarding to leave some things to chance.
Planning sometimes takes the fun out of things… having planned everything to the last detail…there is no room for spontaneity and surprises.
So back to this memorable night…
It was a Friday night and Michael and I had just gotten back from a movie date. We decided to have some drinks to unwind. Micheal’s friend, Emeka, who was around for the weekend joined in the drinking. We chatted about a lot of things, from politics to religion, and ended it with sex.
Each person talking about their fantasies…some of theirs came as a shock to me…nevertheless, I’m not one to judge.
I don’t believe a person should be judged for their sexual preference…so long as you are not hurting anyone or committing a crime and whatever is done is safe and between consenting adults.
Your sexual desires do not determine who you are, so you should not be judged by them.
We can’t all be the same.
It’s just a shame that in the society we live in, people criticise what they don’t understand and some can’t stand the fact that someone is doing what they secretly wish they could do, so they castigate the person involved to make themselves feel better.
Anyway back to our night, it was fun that we could loosen up and have deep conversations…even if it was under the influence of alcohol. It’s been said that alcohol brings out the truth and reveals the real person behind the facade we all wear.
After about two hours of chit-chat and laughter, Micheal and I retired to the bedroom. We had gotten so steamed up with the sex talk that we started kissing from the doorway. We both tugged at our clothes, taking them all off before we got to the bed.
Micheal held up my head and gave me the deepest, juiciest kiss I had received in a long time… I responded with like passion. He moved to my neck, kissing and sucking with that same passion…I was sure to have a hickey…I purred.
I got the feeling this was going to be a freaky night when I saw him go into the drawer and he brought out the handcuffs from the BDSM kit. He cuffed my hands.
As I lay on the bed, my excitement mounting, he poured flavoured lube all over my body starting from the neck and he proceeded to lick it all off.
He got to my armpit and he licked and sucked making slurpy sounds…it was incredibly pleasurable…I never considered my armpit to be one of my erogenous zones, but my! Was I surprised?
He went further licking and sucking everywhere till he got down there.
At this point he got the bullet (a sex toy used to stimulate the clitoris). He turned it on to the third highest frequency and put it in my coochie concentrating on my clit, while he stuck his middle finger in me and finger fucked me.
I was delirious with pleasure, then I heard the door to the room open and Emeka came in, totally naked. He had a full erection and his dick was dark with a pink head…a beauty to behold.
The look in my eyes must have given him the confidence to step forward because he not only came to the bed, he brought his beautiful dick to my mouth, while he caressed my breasts. I took it in and sucked hungrily, taking time to lick the beautiful pink tip.
Micheal didn’t stop fingering me…the beauty of it was that he was not going in hard and fast, just a consistent gentle thrusting…I couldn’t hold it any longer, I orgasmed, with my whole body shaking…my cream was all over Michael’s finger.
As I continued sucking Emeka’s dick, Michael turned me over and took possession of his coochie…penetrating me doggie style…now he was not gentle. He rode me like a man on a mission and he did accomplish his mission. He came like a man in pain, making an animal sound as he exploded in me.
Emeka had not cum though he was close to an orgasm, so I got on him and rode him to bliss. He grabbed my breasts as they bounced and we had an intense orgasm together.
Needless to say, we all fulfilled our fantasies that night.
NB: Purely fiction.
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