My lover and me. Yume.

I arrived at the airport unsure of what I should expect. I hadnt seen many pics and i didnt see anyone familiar right away. I didn’t have much time to worry though, she showed up. I met her and was momentarily uncomfortable. I felt conflicted about this person I’d never met before walking up to me. Do I touch her? Do we hug? Whatever though. I shrugged away my hesitation, I was here. It was going down regardless so there was no need to over think everything. We hugged and giggled like we knew we would and then got into her car. It was awkward, I was nervous and I told her so. She smiled a familiar smile that helped with my nerves. A smile I’d never seen before but had heard in her voice when we spoke on the phone.

She took me to a laundramat first. Yes that’s right, a laundramat. I watched her manage sheets and towels and prepare for our hotel stay as promised. She had gotten me a room. She was dissapointed that we wouldn’t be staying at her house but a deal was a deal. The room was confirmed. She spoke about her city alot. She really loved Atlanta. We drove past little restaurants that she pointed out, wanting me to remember specific things. I smiled through my discomfort and tried not to react to her touch in a way that would offend her. She kept kneading my forearm in a way that wasn’t sexual but more in introduction to her touch. Small delicate hands that were surprisingly strong. She called this touch reflexology and moved it up to my neck and shoulders. A multitasking driver, reminded me of myself.

We arrived at the hotel and the valet drove off with her BMW. I was quiet during check in, feeling nervous but ready. We got checked in and headed up to the room. Excitement had given me a headache.

We put our bags down and I fell back on to the bed. Nice room. She had gotten an upgrade with a balcony so I could enjoy the city skyline. I lay back and watched her as she checked around the room trying to make sure everything was perfect. We caught eye contact as I watched her take a picture of her city’s skyline. My head throbbed with hunger and lack of sleep. My clit made it’s presence known too as it reacted to the idea of having her right now.

I tried to be proactive with my desire and our sexual tension. I pulled this stranger on to the bed with me as I squinted through the sunlight. My eyes were sensitive to the glare in the room. She pulled away though and lay an arms legnth from me. We watched each other. So many promises had been made. So much shit talk.

Teasing and a little play fighting ensued but sex wasn’t yet on her agenda. We headed out to get something to eat. She debated between a few places and tried to get my input but I told her I didn’t care. We settled for an outdoor patio. Lunch was fidgety and uncomfortably revealing. Her mannerisms, little habits vs. mine. Things we couldn’t have learned from each other over the phone.
I paid for lunch, not wanting to seem entitled to her money. She said she had a couple of stops to make.

The weed man was her long time friend. She offered to bring me up to meet him but I opted to stay in the car where I could recline and compose myself. She returned with my medicine about ten minutes later. Foreign data plans kept my cell phone off so I really felt all of ten of those minutes without my social media.

She hopped back into her BMW with and sat there staring at me. Through my shades I watched her back. She handed me an advil and water and watched me take it. We stayed that way a moment. A silence that I recognized from our phone conversations. A familiar energy was exchanged between us.

“What?” she asked.

My eyes narrowed behind my shades in arousal. She had that tone in her voice. That tone that meant she wanted something. I told her my thought and she bit her lip in confirmation. She wanted my pussy.

We drove to her place in silence as the hotlanta sun beat down on me through the open sunroof and added heat to my already Pounding headache. Her home was what I had expected. Modern decor tastefully and spiritually decorated. Lots of plants. I moved through her home already comfortable.

I quickly made it to the master bedroom. I recognized it from the few pictures she’d sent me. Her bed looked soft and inviting. Her pillows ready to cushion my pounding head. She left me alone to lay down for a bit. Grateful, I stripped to my thong and fell in between the clean cool sheets. I felt a little presumptuous but not really. We both knew why I was here.
I listened to her move around her home in that self-conscious way that people sometimes do when they viewed their life through the eyes of another. I waited, eyes closed and breathing slowly while I willed my headache away. I could feel it struggling to hold on. My breathing turned into a light sleep which I stirred from as I felt her naked body crawl into bed next to me.

I reached for her and it began. Soft kisses, her smell, her taste, her touch were all upon me at once. Finally I had her.

Our kisses became more desperate and urgent as my pussy responded to this long awaited moment. She shifted my thong to the side as Her fingers entered me with determined gentleness. She pushed through and cast her spell on my pussy. It was like my body recognized her, my pussy knew her.

She conjured up orgasm after orgasm from me with varying stimulations. She touched me in ways I had never been touched. I craved her. She knew exactly how she wanted to have me. My wetness reciprocated her want. Then after she had gotten what I thought was every drop, she aligned her clit with mine. The wet, warm friction made me moan as we pressed our bodies together. Her moans precipitated mine and we fed each other our energy until it grew beyond what we could bare and exploded. I wanted to stop after that cum but she didn’t. She slowed and then sped up the tempo and we repeated this process for what felt like hours.

During our love intermission I used the bathroom and received the most disappointing news imaginable. I stared at the pink tinged toilet paper in dismay. My period, 3 days earlier than scheduled. The most inopportune time imaginable. I pulled my thong back up over my smooth pussy and returned to the bedroom.

I told her with a grave expression on my face. Mother nature had crashed the party. She chuckled at my devastation and let me know that a “code red” wasn’t a deal breaker. She had plans for my pussy. I knew we had discussed the possibility but we hadn’t discussed the particulars. I needed my pussy licked so bad I could have cried.

She went under the sink and offered a box of tampons and pads. I chose the tampons, trying to be optimistic.
We arrived back at the hotel and another haze of orgasms and seamless pleasure exchanged. Uncharacteristic sexual chemistry for two people who hadn’t met each other in person before. Lips on lips. Clits on clits. wetness was everywhere. Thanks to Strategic towel placement and mother nature’s cooperation, the mess was minimal. A concern for maybe the hotel staff but not us.

Our passion heated up our pussy’s like a flame burning too high and too hot. Passion bubbled and exploded as I had cum after cum after cum. Then finally we came together. Hard.

We decided to check out early and spend the remaining three days of my visit in the comfort of her home. It was much nicer than the room anyway. That afternoon we ate a late lunch and talked. Light conversation until I looked past my eggs at a family with young children being seated. They were laughing and enjoying the beautiful afternoon together. I watched him giggle at his older sister who was making faces and tried to swallow my emotion back down my throat.

She wanted to know what was wrong and I told her. Easier than lying. She didn’t understand and I waved away her confusion. After everything we had been through to get here, I wasn’t going anywhere. I met her eyes and sipped my tea and told her that I wanted to take her up on that offer to go to the “toy store.” Naughty smiles ensued.

Walking up and down the sex shop we met eyes and glanced away several times. Many late night cyber discussions had helped us with the decision making process already. We settled on a medium sized strap that we lovingly nicknamed Charlie. During the car ride back to her home I closed my eyes and got in touch with my senses. The sun warmed my face as I held my baby’s hand and enjoyed the luxury sport drive home in her BMW.

When we got home it was on. We stripped and were at it again. Hours came and went as positions and orgasms varied from one to the other. Bot of us writers, we enjoyed discussing the different experiences of my orgasms. Neither of us were shy about asking for what we wanted. The orgasms were each so unique depending on the type of stimulation. I felt sorry for myself because I thought my period was going to hinder us but I was wrong. I remember voicing my desire and my lover smiling and giving me what she knew I So badly needed. She slid her body down in the bed and touched my pussy lightly. I loved how her hands felt. I wanted to watch but the initial contact of her tongue against my clit forced my head back in ecstasy. Finally my star crossed lovers tongue was on my pussy, kissing it like it was the first and last time. She licked me good. Time didn’t exist as Day turned to night.

She was insatiable. We both were. It was as if our body’s were dehydrated and we couldn’t quench the thirst. Her body fed mine and I gave back just as good. That’s when she introduced Charlie. I didn’t watch as she prepared to be inside of me. I watched the ceiling as she got ready for me.

“turn over” she told me.

I complied. We both wanted her inside of me. I could recite some of our nastier emails from memory. I wanted to feel That stroke she had promised to give it to me. She entered my body like she belonged there. I resisted the urge to cum immediately. It felt so good. Her inside of me was right. Her stroke pushed me to my limits. I was freed. I came good. I thought I heard her telling me she loved me but it turned out to be my own voice. I was desperately begging for something, I’m not sure what for. She stroked my pussy deep and strong enough to massage my soul. She reached a place inside of me where she had already penetrated with her love. It felt poetic for her to physically meet herself there. Night turned to day again as our lovemaking moved through time.

I awoke on that final day in her arms. I touched her soft skin and pushed thoughts from my mind that were unpleasant. Our time was now. We showered and made omelets before heading out to the mall. The weather in atl was beautiful. The perfect setting for our 4 days of paradise. We felt like Girlfriends as she helped me pick out presents for my daughters. Once back in the car I touched her thigh again, my hand growing familiar with that place. I wanted to go back to her home again.

“You wanna fuck?” she asked simply.

I nodded and smiled at my lovers candid inquiry. Her rawness turned me on like a switch. I awoke at 7am the next day to the sound of her iphone. She had set it to give us more time. I had to get to the airport for 11am to catch my flight. My pussy ached from activity, my body felt like it was on a low vibration having just gotten to sleep a few hours ago. The room smelled like sex and weed and diffusers.

I came so many times that I felt superhuman. My baby tapped my shoulder and voiced her desire. She wanted me to sit on her face and ride.
I hadn’t denied my lover anything yet so I had little choice but to comply. We expertly moved into the position as if we had mastered our maneuvers with one another for years. It started as I felt her tongue slide into my pussy. I looked down as I watched her lovemaking in motion. I could feel her emotions as she licked my pussy, eyes closed. She was beautiful. My body began to rock slowly as I started to feel it building up. I moaned quietly. A new tone to my voice that I know I had never heard before. The tempo picked up and our natural rhythm took me to erotic pleasures I’d never explored. Unbridled erotic passion does not do the experience justice. She was a vampire, killing me softly. Death by orgasm.

I barely had time to shower and pack as I rushed around her bedroom packing frantically. I watched her take a picture of the crime scene we’d left behind. It looked like something out of a movie. There were soiled sheets and condoms were everywhere. Our Love and our war. It was poetic really, a part of me had been destroyed and reborn.
We ran late to the airport and before I could even take in that it was my last few moments with my love, they were over. I glanced at her cautiously not wanting to let her read the emotion in my eyes or my voice. I held her hand and tried to jump out of the car quickly. Not a fan of goodbyes. She didn’t let me though. I held her one last time and walked away with more confidence than my shaky legs felt. My heart and pussy beat in synch as i took one last look back. I love her. I always will. my Yume

Dinner with the Co-worker XXX

We sat in milestones, laughing too hard at a story about an old colleague, someone we used to laugh at together.  Her lips looked edible, with that red lipstick on.  I smiled and savoured the last sip of my Bellini as we let the moment linger.  I flipped my bangs out of my eyes and caught hers in the dim booth lighting.  She didn’t keep the eye contact as her eyes moved to the glass of wine in front of her.  She gave it her attention and acted as if she didn’t feel my eyes watch as she took a sip from her glass.

She checked her phone and took a glance around the Wednesday night crowd in the restaurant.  Cheap drink’s and discounted entrée’s had made the restaurant a little more crowded than what was comfortable.

“you wanna go?” I asked.

She bent her head forward and raised a nicely arched eyebrow in response.

I leaned in closer and repeated myself.  I knew how it sounded and I hadnt meant it like that at first but by  the time it had slipped from my lips, I refused to pretend otherwise.  It was already done.  She looked surprised for a moment before she reached for her purse, pushed the billfold back to the middle of the table and downed the last sip of her wine. 
We stepped out of Yorkdale, laughing easily, neither of us wanting the night to be over yet.  Both of us pretending that I wasn’t still waiting for her to answer.

Mild weather for January, I threw my scarf around my neck anyway not wanting to chance a cool breeze suddenly picking up.  With the unpredictable Canadian weather, it was better not to chance it.  We walked and chatted before we reached the point where she pointed in the direction of her car and I turned and nodded towards mine. She opened her arms wide and dramatic and I matched her enthusiasm, pulling her in and squeezing her close. I inhaled the faint scent of Jean Paul Gautier and brushed her hair from between our faces before I let go.

“We have to do this again soon,” she mumbled into my neck.  She sounded distant, the same way I had heard her give good wishes to other familiar coworkers and acquaintances.  She didn’t bring it up so neither did I.  Matching her formality, I gestured at my phone for her to text or call me sooner than later.  That up in the air follow up that had allowed five months to go by since we had even seen each other, my favourite ex-coworker and I.  She didn’t bring it up again, so I didn’t either. 

I whipped out my phone and checked my twitter feed as I walked away from her.  The heels from my boots clicked against the pavement as I wandered briefly, lost.  I hit the button on my keys and my car called to me as I changed direction slightly.  Responding to a few mentions, I sat in my car and let my heated seats warm my ass while I stewed in memories and the faintest hint of disappointment. 

Just as I placed my phone on the dock, it rang.  Dead battery, she had left her lights on.  Could I take her home? 

I pulled around the parking lot, near where we had parted ways.  She got into my car with a plan of action unfolded for her father to start her battery and pick up her car for her.  She got off of the phone and watched me text and drive.  A drive to Mississauga changed my evenings itinerary slightly.

I flipped on the radio as my eyes went from the road to my iphone screen.  I finished my last response with an exaggerated click of the send button before dropping my phone into one of the cup holders.  We laughed at my gesture, both knowing that my phone would be back in my hand again shortly.  My phone addiction had come to be sort of a running joke

“I really appreciate this,” she apologized again needlessly.  I shook her apology away and turned up the radio slightly as I heard G98.7 starting playing a nice mix of slow songs.  I hummed along with an erykah badu track as I merged on to the 401 ramp. She hummed too.

20 minutes of small talk and complaints about the workday tomorrow came to a close as I pulled up on her driveway and pulled up my handbrake.  I sighed as I prepared for the friendly goodbye part 2 as I glanced into the dark windows of her townhome. 

“Where’s your kids?” I asked instead. She gathered her take out bag and explained the new plan for her parents to keep them for the night and help her pick up her car in the morning.  I nodded in understanding as I felt my crotch warm up in anticipation of something that wasn’t going to happen.

I tried to clear my dry throat as I stared at her lips, those red lips as she continued speaking about her business dealings in the morning.  I tried my best to match her nonchalance, pretending I too had forgotten that one late Friday we had shared together.  That night in the office.

She spun her wedding band around on her finger as she rattled on about this meeting or the other, her tone seemed higher than necessary as she spoke.   I waited

“…so ya, you can come in for a bit.”  She ended with.

I hadn’t heard the part of the conversation that had lead to that being the final comment, but I did see her eyes, burning a hole into mine, with that same want that I recognized from one night, long ago.  She needed something.  I needed to give her what she needed.  I unclicked my seat belt and nodded as I felt myself weaken faced with the opportunity I’d on and off been day dreaming about ever since. 

I can’t lie, id missed her.  Beyond the sex, it was deeper than that.  She had been my collegue and my friend.  We shared an intimacy together that is rare in my world.  Ever since she had left, I had been craving a little bit of that relationship back.  I felt my clit jump at the thirst for that closeness, I felt my mind and emotions follow.  Even if it was only for tonight, I just wanted to look into her eyes while I tasted her again.  Just tonight.

I followed behind her into her home, wordlessly.  She seemed like she was waiting for me to speak, I didn’t.  So instead she tried to go back to formalities, offering me a tour of the home I had never been to before.  I complied. 

I followed her around, room to room, letting her click on and and off lights, apologizing for messyness in impeccable rooms.  She went by her bedroom quickly, the king sized bed, pushed against the center wall, with way too many pillows.  She pulled the door shut again and smiled nervously as she lead me away from her marital bed and back down hardwood stairs and into the family room.  Movies, a drink, tea, juice, water, I let her rattle off for a minute before I stood up from the couch and turned down the dimming light to a setting where I could barely see her.  She sat down next to me, as if relieved that I had given the next cue.  She was tempted to try and talk about it, I was too.  A real friend might have tried to reason the situation first, help her decide if we should once again go down this road, seeing how things ended the last time.  A real friend might have stopped leaning her back against her loveseat, after noticing the pictures from her wedding day, that she still kept hanging over the fireplace, or the ring that she still nervously twirled around her finger.  Maybe I’m not a real friend.

I told her to relax as I peeled away stocking and kissed her neck with urgency.  Massaging her through her clothes, I felt her body give in.  It had been awhile, I could tell.  Soft moans escaped her throat as I reached around and squeezed her full ass through her clothes.  She melted into me as I sucked and licked and worked her body over the way I had been wanting to all evening.  She turned me on in a way that I couldn’t explain.  In a way I didn’t want to hear either one of us try and explain.  She tried to mumble about ‘we shouldn’t do this.”  An interruption I silenced by pinching a nipple between my lips, hard.  She made a noise in shock.  This time was different that the last.  This time, she was not going to be handled so delicately. 

My pussy soaked through my panties as I tasted her flesh, ran my hands through her hair, bit her lips, rubbed her tits and pushed and pulled her all over that couch. 

Clothes fell off, some ripped, some lost in the couch as I reached for the throw blanked to cover us up.  Every time I tried for eye contact, hers were rolled back into her head and I was encouraged to push a little further.  I squeezed her breasts together and sucked them as I made a firm wet, trail with my tongue down her stomach before sucking on her inner thighs.  The smell of her pussy woke something in me that was familiar.  I could still remember how she tastes, I thought  excitedly as I moved her thong to the side and outlined her second set of full lips.  She reacted, I responded, things escalated quickly. 
My face pushed between her thighs as my tongue found her spot.  Her hands found the back of my head and I heard ‘please,’ escape her throat.  I didn’t know what that please meant but It didn’t matter.  I nuzzled my nose in until it was bumping into her clit.  Her pussy tasted divine.  I told her so while she groaned and started to move against my lips. 

I teased her for a moment, pulling back from her pretty lips.  But not for long.  Long, firm, slow licks, from the bottom to the top, I flexed my tongue firmly against her, giving her the strength of my licks.  My face was already soaked as I got up on my knees and pulled her thighs down and up into my face, I licked and licked and licked, firmly until I could feel her shaking in my hands.  Until I felt her body, quivering nervously from the impending impact that was about to hit.  That’s when I poked my tongue through, shallow into her pussy, giving her G-spot that ‘come here’ motion with my tongue, until the wave hit her and my face was slick with her cum.  She moaned and writhed as I held her hips tighter, showing no mercy as she fought with her orgasm.  I continued my deep pussy massage as she pushed and pulled at my head, grabbing a fist full of my hair, I didn’t care, I continued to just give it to her.  Measured, even strokes against her g-spot until I felt her pussy start to contract again and her body pushed roughly back, fucking my face.  That was two.

I pulled back right after that one, much to her surprise.  Even in the dimly lit room, I could see that she wasn’t’ done.  Her eyes begged for what she would have trouble trying to say to me.  So I translated. 

Pulling the blanket up and around me, I maneuvered myself back up to her face, where I let her taste herself on my tongue.  She hesitated at first, before parting her lips and taking me in her mouth.  She sucked her cum from my lips and tongue, like they were a tiny cock.  I moaned in surprise as she massaged my lips with hers, passionately.  Not like a desperate housewife, having a random one night stand with a woman, but she kissed me like she was my woman.  For the moment at least.

 

We kissed, and held eachother for awhile, before I regained my focus.  I pushed both of her legs up to her chest and told her to hold them there.  I couldn’t help but smile at her nervous look.  She sounded unsure as she agreed and waited.  Aligning my body with hers, I gently pushed her swollen pussy lips apart and with the other hand, did the same to mine.  She watched in fascination as I pressed my soaking wet, warm clit, directly up against hers, and began to move against her, slowly. 

‘oooh,’ she responded.  As I rocked against her pussy lips slowly, letting our wetness, lubricate and the friction heighten the energy. 

“This is what I meant when I said I’d fuck you,” I to ld her. 

“This is what I wanted to do to you,” I mumbled, trying to contain my own orgasm.

I took the cue from her focused, rhythmic moaning to speed up the tempo.  I could feel her body giving in, she was completely mine as I moved my open pussy against hers, squeezing her tits, rubbing thighs.  I touched, squeezed and licked every place I could reach before I told her.

“Cum for me, I want it at the same time.  I want to feel your cum in my hole.  I want you to feel me.”

Wet whispers against her neck as I sucked and licked her earlobe, I was ready.

Her body didn’t hesitate as I felt the hardest orgasm yet, explode from her body.  A cold warmth against my pussy splashed and dripped down to my ass, as I absorbed the shock of her cum. My body responded with the same as I gave her back just as good. 
“Fuck,” I mumbled under my breath as I tried to maintain my composure as first my whole body and then my legs shook.

We let the wave take us through the aftershocks, as I grazed my fingernails up and down her thighs.  We took turns shaking, grunting and laughing through the wind down of our sex.  She touched my face for the first time, and we smiled.  A real smile,a friendly one.  I took it in slowly, enjoying the pleasure of her glow.  The afterglow. 

WE didn’t waste time cleaning ourselves up and getting me to the door.  She had found a bathrobe to put on instead of clothes as we stood awkwardly at the door.  I licked my lips and smiled, already happy with the memory we had given eachother for tomorrow .  I hugged her tightly and wished my friend a good night as we parted ways and she shut the door behind me. 

It had gotten colder I thought as I tightened my scarf around my neck.  One button of my keys started the car engine and the other popped the trunk as I rooted through my bag for my driving gloves.  I paused briefly at the jumper cables sitting next to the bag I was searching for as I pulled the cold leather gloves onto my hands.  I smiled to myself as I hopped into the driver’s seat and pulled my car into reverse.  I mean, I’m sure if she specifically had asked me for jumper cables, I would have given them to her.  I laughed in my head as I sang along with the radio, mentally preparing for the long, cold drive home, heading eastbound on the 401.

 

I’m back.

I know I said I was gone.  But I’m back.  It goes that way sometimes. 

Latoya Licks. Signing off.

So as per my last post, I vowed to give up pussy. I kept tweeting cryptic and non-specific reasons for why I was going to be doing that but the truth is, I wasn’t really sure myself. I know im on the brink of something important though, I feel that itch again that I felt almost a year ago when I first started this twitter account.

The way my life is, I have never been able to make the time to get close enough to express myself to this many women at once. My life is very structured and getting close to people takes more energy than i have ever had to spare. Twitter opened the floodgates and has given me the chance to have experiences I would never have known otherwise. I’ve never been as free and expressive in my life as I have been on my twitter. It’s like I had been in a coma my whole life and then I finally woke up one day and became Latoya Licks.

Through this page I’ve met a lot of women. Some were more significant than others but they were all special to me. The thing about me is that I tweet a good game but inside I’m still the curious, somewhat straight girl I once was, who didn’t even know how to find her own clit. I’m actually sensitive and have a big heart and when I let someone in, a part of me won’t ever let them go. Even if it’s just sex, it’s never just sex for me. No matter how hard I’ve tried.

If you follow me on twitter you may have seen the various tantrums I have been throwing, complaining about the women that I currently have in my life. The truth is, I’m fucking exhausted. The energy that it takes for me to know somebody, truly know and want and desire and understand somebody, it’s too much. I have been dividing that attention between more than one woman because having one girlfriend doesn’t seem to work with my life at the moment, but that’s not fair to the objects of my affection. So i decided to stop. This week, I did a pretty good job of closing all of those connections and chasing everybody away because i can be a cold bitch when im ready to be. Currently everyone hates me. I feel badly about that.

I’m lonely, and I miss even the friendship but I know that it’s for the best right now. I have to stop frustrating myself and hiding behind sex. It doesn’t even feel good anymore. Sending pics of my pussy, phone and sext msgs.. It’s not even special anymore. I thought staying away from just the physical would be enough but it’s not. I need to change my whole perspective.

I’m taking a step back from twitter for a moment to do this. I’ll miss it. I’ll miss those I’ve come to rely on but I need to remember how to rely on me.

I’m a writer. I don’t say it enough but I am. When I’m hurt and lost, that’s where I used to disappear
to. I think I’ll start there…

I’ll see you when I see you twitter.

Latoya Licks

Me vs. pussy

I haven’t blogged since November. What the fuck is happening in my life. I have to write. Truth is: I have been ignoring my pussy since mid December. Women pissed me off. The drama was making me want to explode and not in a good way either. I decided to take a break and cleanse my diet of women, getting off, pills and wheat. Don’t ask.

The point is I think I’m finished with this exercise because my pussy craving is giving me am anxiety disorder. It’s so bad I can’t even properly write it down. My hands are shaking now as I type.

I promised one of my followers that I would be going on this fast. She’s been helping me realize that I use orgasms to hide from my real world. I masterbate to express what I repress. She was right. But I feel like an addict going through withdrawal. Everything is setting me off and getting me worked up. I just can’t hold it back. It’s hard.

My clit feels like its reaching. Begging. I want to take this desire and energy and pour it into my writing. I haven’t gotten the nut yet. I’m trying to hold it back. I can’t believe how little self-control l have. I’m tweeting through it. I’m blogging through it. I’m not ready to give up yet. My panties are soaked but my resistance is still intact.

She should be proud of me. My little guru follower. I’d like to thank her but now is not the time. I might forget her neutral role as my guide for the moment and try to *explicit.

Instead I thank her from a distance. A glass of water and sleep. I think I’ve won. I can’t be responsible for what I do in my dreams though. That’s a private area.

P.s. fuck my nipples hurt me. Pinching them is the only relief. My horny is symptomatic.

Latoya’s Journal – November 26, 2012

Remember my co-worker? She used to have me sitting at my desk, crossing and un-crossing my legs while I watched her sexy, beautiful body move around my office. I blogged about her in office chronicles 1: don’t eat where you work. It’s worth scrolling back to read it. Trust me.

She calls me every now and then, to keep in touch. She’s an amazing woman. I smile whenever she calls and laughs that easy sigh as we catch up and reminisce about ‘old times.”
Her voice is low and sexy as we talk. I feel like I’m her little secret as I know her husband and son are probably nearby. I knew she would have to go soon, I understood.

I speak quickly, not wanting to let the inevitable happen. Conversation flows easy as I finally hear it, that familiar tone in her voice that reminds me of a moment that once belonged to just us two. There’s a sound in her voice that pulled me back to where I’m on my knees in my office, gripping both sides of my desk chair, as i give her what she needs.

Wives and mother’s are always so neglected. She held both titles. Having confessed to me once that she wasn’t sure if she’d ever had an orgasm, I knew what to do. Slow circles, gentle kisses at first, it was like a dance. I lured her pussy in with slow long licks and let her tell me when she wanted more. I gave her more. On my knees I treated her body like royalty as I moved with her back to back orgasms until I ate her dry. The dance was my pleasure, i remember cuming without even being touched.

She called me back to the conversation, knowing exactly where she’d lost me. I could hear the same nostalgia from her as a pause lulled between us. I didn’t suggest anything and neither did she. We promised to speak soon and set an open ended invite that we both knew would never happen.

I hung up and let my fingers move south, my pussy feeling awaken and teased. It wasn’t over for us, I knew that. But for now, I’m just grateful for the memory.

Office Chronicles 3: Pussy for Lunch

I promise myself this week ill start counseling. I am going to speak to someone about my need to cum. What drives this need? Why can’t I stop? It’s the lunch hour now ..that’s when it happens to me. This is when it happens. My pussy is twitching and my palms are sweaty. I start getting a headache.

My colleagues wanted to do lunch together but I can’t. I sneak away into the parking lot and sit in my car instead, I push the seat all the way back and am grateful for my tinted windows. If any one saw me, what would I do?

Right now I don’t care.

I spread my legs, my heels are too high, they keep bumping against the steering wheel. I reach under my skirt and instantly start to relax. The release is coming.

I gently touch my bare pussy through my panties and sigh in relief. It feels so good.

I put my head back and rub my clit in slow circles. I don’t have much time but I want a certain kind of cum. I need to do it right.

The warm sun against my bare legs encourages me to keep going. My keys are in the ignition in accessory mode, and I can barely hear the radio playing Alicia Keys through the speakers. My panties are soaking wet.

My moans get louder as I look around nervously. Nobody can see me, so I let myself go. My hair is tied up in a messy bun, and it keeps bumping against the headrest as the intensity builds. I try to control it but I know better, my pussy takes hold of me. Not the other way around.

I squirm in my leather seats as I get closer and closer before finally i get it. It starts slow and calm before it hits me like a wave. I’m Cuming hard.

I try to move with it, I try to absorb the shock but its too good. I grip the steering wheel as it rises and falls again. A long slow cum.

I adjust myself before letting myself collapse and relax. Lysol wipes and make up adjustments are needed but I give myself a minute to catch my breath first. I take several deep breaths over that minute, like a junkie who just got a fix.

The moment has passed and I do what I have to before exiting my vehicle smoothly. My heels click quickly to catch up to coworkers on the way back from Starbucks. I smile and joke with them, like nothing out of the ordinary. I wonder if they can see it in my smile. Can they see whats behind it? I wonder if anyone knows…

An Email to an old flame. Enjoy xoxoxo

Hello, ____

I want to send you a new piece. I think i’ll call it Midnight Snack. I feel like I’m somehow touching you with my words when i email you. Iwant to touch you, so here you go…

I don’t know how to do this but I go with my first instincts. I unwrap your purple panties like a gift. Smooth full lips smile at me, so pretty and as I assumed, extra thick.

I go in strong tongue kissing, it doesn’t matter to me which lips. Slow, long tastes and tongue curls, so good I pause and bite my lip. You lie there wordlessly begging, I can feel your body drip. Like a vampire now, Ive had a little taste, the desire grows and takes hold of my wits. All I can do is reach up and squeeze, one of the most perfect tits. Not to be neglected, I give each one a quick kiss.

Back to the task, it becomes a game. I wanna see if I can make you cum and you wanna see if I can be outdone. Change tempo, change angle, switch position. Clocks turning. Alphabets spelling, pressure on your certain points.

Grown pleasure, like they told me sex would be one day. Orgasms tingle and threaten to explode on the brink. Electric currents gain momentum and your body loses control. Endorphins release and slightly tickle, legs shake and relax. The word climactic is not enough. Its not enough.

Don’t move. Stop. No really, actually needing me to stop. Both hands in my afro, dont hesitate, I wont mind if you pull it.

Surprise pressure and my finger in your ass as I help you cool down, lightly I blow on your clit.

I put in work to get you here so I want you to remember it. Moans and whimpers and groans, Don’t even try to talk. Your body convulses dances like an epileptic, experiencing aftershocks.

I lick your navel slow, while I feel the warmth of your after glow. Your pussy still contracts in my hand as your mind, body and earth regain contact. I hold your legs and wait for you to calm down, wait for you to come down. Soft kisses on and around all of your spots.

Traces of my lipstick on each thigh before I lick the middle front to back. You asked me to I could sense it, I can hear when your body talks. We can go at least a couple more rounds. I wanna wear you out. I reach for something, you don’t try to stop. Especially since I already warned you about what I could do with this toy cock.

Your tired with no energy left. That’s when I take you girl, I had told you what I planned to do. For at least the next 20 minutes (at least for me) I reinvent it, the sensation of being inside of you.

Its amazing how I can feel your energy with it that’s what I call a mind fuck. Ive dreamed of your perfect lips on my titties is it rude to ask you to suck?

I can come two or three times before its too tender, but lets see what you do. There’s no script, let’s let it happen, whatever you want from me is yours. Nobody is here but me and you.

I want to be with you ____ so bad it throbs so ill just write, keep you trapped in my fantasy rendezvous.

 

 

Student Service: The Office Chronicles 2

Office chronicles 2

I sat reclined in my chair, looking out the window at the dark city. My mood matched the cold, wet weather. I was bored.

Three quick raps on my door made me spin around in my chair and hit the keyboard until the screen came back to life.

“Come,” I called out as I typed in my password.

The student popped her head in and smiled. I relaxed and waved her into my office. She flopped down in the seat across from me and launched into this excited babble about an experience she’d had in the office today. With the nature of our work, that wasn’t uncommon.

It was a slow Friday in the office, I smiled kindly and took my time as I listened to her story and jumped in to give feedback and support where it applied. At the end of it she smiled with that youthful adoration that she had in her eyes whenever we spoke. A graduate student who had more theory than knowledge about life, I had to remind myself that she was almost my age.

With two weeks left in her placement, she and I had worked closely for the past few weeks. We were often the last ones in the office, always getting caught up in an interesting discussion about social issues. I liked her passion. It reminded me of my own college days.

Our friendly convo came to an impasse when she asked if she could say something to me. A weird premise to a question I thought, but I had no reason to hesitate in inviting her to ask.

Her body language changed a bit as she shifted in her seat. I saw her eyes rest on the pictures of my family and friends sitting on my desk. She smiled at my blessings. Her eyes had something in them that made me frown. I could see a question dancing in that brain of hers. I told her to spill it.

She said she knew it was inappropriate, but she wanted me to know that she had enjoyed working under me these past few months. She loved our chats and my knowledge of the work we do. Also, she found herself attracted to me and really just felt like telling me before she left.

I couldn’t believe my ears. I tried so hard to keep my sex life private, especially since the last time. My pussy jumped a little as an image of the last time flashed through my mind. I shook my head, willing the thought out of my mind before it affected my judgement.

It had been no easy task to reflect on my actions and how they had begun to affect my job. I had promised myself there would be no more work place indiscretions. It had been months since I had even reached under my own skirt behind my closed office door. I had been behaving. And now this?

My frown must have spoken more than I was trying to say because she stood up and apologized. She specified that her apology wasn’t for how she felt but if it made me uncomfortable. She flicked her hair out of her eyes and burned into me as she stepped around my desk and put a folder down on the cabinet next to me.

I pushed back a little in my chair and she paused at my discomfort and smiled. There was something about her body language that had changed. She didn’t seem like the same passive, young woman. It was like her telling me about the attraction somehow shifted the dynamic between us. I felt like I was the young one.

I cleared my throat and adjusted my pencil skirt and glanced down at my heels, willing these new ideas from my mind. But it was too late. I was a little intrigued. She seemed to know it.

I pushed the mouse to the side and let the calendar come up on my computer. We were alone. The entire office had gone to a retirement party for lunch, they wouldn’t be back for hours.

My neck got hot as I looked back up at her standing next to my desk.

“I know about you and ___, you know.”

I sighed and shook my head at what I already knew. The coworker that I had that office fling with had been rumoured to have gotten separated from her husband. She and the student had been friends before she applied for a transfer. It wasn’t too much of a surprise that she knew.

I put up my hands in annoyance and said, “listen, that is not..,”

She began unbuttoning her shirt. Right there in my office.

Words wouldn’t form and my mouth felt dry. I started fixing things that didn’t need to be fixed on my desk. Shuffling papers that didn’t need shuffling, I finally allowed myself to look.

Her shirt was open; her small breasts were tucked inside a sheer bra. Her nipples showed through the material. I heard a moan forming in my throat but I swallowed it quickly. She paused at the clasp in the front as if waiting for the go ahead. She smiled, knowing I wasn’t going to stop her. Apparently this was an area where the student was not as timid as I had thought.

I stood up and didn’t move as she stepped closer. She released her bra and her perky breasts barely moved without the support. They were the colour of brown sugar, with small chocolate nipples. I bit my lip but didn’t move. We were at a stalemate.

I could feel a smile pulling at the side of my mouth. How do I get myself into this type of situations? I felt like I was being punked. Just as I was about to try one more attempt at interrupting the course of events from unfolding, she stepped forward and nudged my knees apart with hers. I sat back down in my chair in surprised.

She was aggressive. I liked aggressive women.

I didn’t move and waited to see what she would do next.

She walked back to my office door and drew the blind shut on the window and pushed in and spun the door knob, locking it.

I watched her with a new fascination, this sexually liberated Indian woman, with her nose piercing and perky breasts. The impressionable student suddenly seemed very grown. It turned me all the way on.

She pushed my chair back and I tightened my grip on the handrest. I didn’t resist as she pushed my legs apart again. I even participated as she removed my heels and tugged my stockings down.

I knew I should stop her, I should say something. But instead I closed my eyes as I felt the smoothness of her lips against my inner thigh, moving deeper. I put my head back and felt the damp trail of kisses moving up my thigh. I writhed a little in my chair but I felt her arms wrap around my thighs, letting me know there was nowhere to go.

She left my thong on and kissed my lips through the material. I breathed through the pleasure, not wanting to give into it. Not wanting to let her know how open I, the teacher, had become. Her shampoo smelled herbal and sweet, mixed with my own aroma. The small cubicle office suddenly felt too warm and smelled like sex.

I could feel that she definitely knew what she was doing as she breathed warm air onto my wetness through the panty. She teased me like that until my breathing was audible. She licked me through my thong until I heard myself mumbling and then begging for more. She pretended she didn’t hear me.

‘Hmm?” she questioned in between slow, agonizing licks.

I swore under my breath and released my grip on the hand rest. I touched her hair and then pushed her into me. She pulled back enough to move soaking panties to the side. She gave me what I was begging for.

The next 45 minutes went by in a blur. I fought the orgasms but I lost over and over and over again. She had complete control, even as I pulled her hair and tried to push and pull her where I wanted her to go. She seemed to instinctively know better. I came hard and fast. One orgasm fell into the wave of the other. Trying to keep quiet was a challenge.

When she finally stopped, I sat there watching her re-dress while trying to catch my breath. I shivered as I reached down for my strewn about thong and stockings. My clit was too sensitive for me to even cross my legs.

Wordlessly we picked files up off of the ground and restored my office back as it had been. I tried to think of something to say as we heard the door chime ring and easy laughter fill the reception area of the office.

I sprayed air freshener and handed her a gum. She took it wordlessly. I reached forward and wiped her smeared lipstick a little. It didn’t help. I passed her a small mirror on my desk and we both laughed a little, uncomfortably. I caught a glimpse of my own glowing complexion in my computer monitor and smiled. I really needed this.

I leaned forward to where she was adjusting her blouse still and lifted her lips to mine. I gave her an appreciative kiss, my lips pressed against hers firmly. I wanted her to feel my gratitude. She took the kiss and smiled back just as there was a knock on my door.

Coworkers entered and joined our convo without missing a beat. Small talk and chatter ensued as I gathered my things and shut down my computer.

I gave a general goodbye and headed out that night, feeling inspired once again.

We gave each other space in the days to come, at her goodbye lunch I signed her card with a discrete thank you msg, for ‘everything’. I told her, ‘don’t be a stranger.’
As she left that night, she dropped an envelope in my staff mailbox, which I dismissed as work related.

I picked it up the next day and found a picture of a shaved pussy, spread eagled sitting in an office chair. I instantly got aroused. On the picture she had written ‘my turn,’ and signed the note with a different name, it was a twitter name with an @ symbol. That surprised me. I checked it out on my phone and noticed Latoya had a new follower. I laughed for a few minutes by myself in my office. What a coincidence, she had a dirty twitter account too. Go figure.

Iphone Phuck Me

She reached through my iPhone like she could really feel my pussy. Her voice was low and so erotic as she whispered nasty beautiful things in my ear. “keep coming” she whispered as I closed my eyes tight and imagined my hand was hers. The bed creaking and the sheets pulled off the corners as I struggled to get it. Shes so dirty, all the things she wants to do to me. My body reacts with tingling wetness as she conjures up my cum through my phone. She knows her way around my psyche. She knows what i want to hear. I wipe the moisture from my screen as she lit up my screen and my pussy.

Orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. Moaning and writhing I struggled to keep the charging phone close to my ear as I played with my ridiculously sensitive clit. It had tried to tap out three climaxes ago. But she wouldn’t let me stop. I couldn’t stop. The cum just oozed out of my body as she released my demons and performed this exorcism on my pussy.

12 hours later and the aftershocks can still make me twitch. My phone lights up and I grab it before the notification even flips. My pussy already wet, she’s got an app for that.