Her part 2 — March 31, 2015

Her part 2

 Today the time went by so damn quick. The one day I want it to drag to save my embarrassment. I came to the conclusion that I needed to make up a lie to get her to invite me round. I told her that I was having relationship problems and didn’t want to be alone tonight. She asked me if I wanted to come over and share a bottle of wine she’s been waiting to open. I said yes.

When we pulled up to the house I hesitated to get out the car. She walked around and opened my door without me even noticing. She said, “You ready to come up or you need some more time?” With a smile. Why would she ask me that? Oh shit, she knew why I was really here. “No I think I’ve been ready for a while” I muttered. I couldn’t look at her but I did get out the car. She grabbed my hand and we walked up the pathway to her beautiful maisonette. 
Although I was probably more nervous then a hooker in church, the fact I was finally alone with her gave me a rush of excitement. Why do I find her so intriguing? Whatever it is I’m sure to find out tonight. 
We walked in and she told me to take a seat on her gorgeous L shape sofa. I slipped off my heels and walked across her sheepskin rug, pausing to feel the soft rug underneath my toes. I love sheepskin rugs.
I continued towards the sofa and made myself comfortable. I heard her rustling in the kitchen, making a lot of noise and I grew very curious.  
Surely it doesn’t take this long to pour a couple of glasses of wine. Should I go and help? I better not actually, I don’t want to come across too impatient, even though I was. 
5 minutes had gone by and she finally entered the living room with a food tray filled with strawberries, whipped cream and a bottle of wine with two glasses.  
Her part 1 — March 27, 2015

Her part 1

She is here again, here to confuse me and make me question my sexuality. I told her I’m not a lesbian, I told her I’ve only ever liked men. At the same time seeing her makes me want to do things I’ve never done. She makes me want to explore the unknown. I find her so sexy, I think it’s the way she carries herself. She’s not girly at all, tom boy exterior. She always looks amazing from head to toe. I need to know what draws me to her, what makes her different? Why do I want to explore her body using just my tongue? There I go again, my mind is constantly in the gutter. I wonder if she’s ever noticed me stare at her. I wonder if she thinks I like her. I bet her pussy taste so sweet. How do they taste in general? I’m so confused! I’m not a lesbian! It’s just her, she makes me want her. Would it be weird to ask her for just one night? Just one night of seeing her naked body, touching her with my hands and mouth. Oh just thinking about what she can probably do to me is making me go crazy. Does she use toys? I’m not a lesbian. What am I then? Should I tell her I’m attracted? Do I tell her I want to make her cum? Do I tell her she can have her way with me? Do I tell her? I want to tell her. What if I’m not her type? Damn. This would be all for nothing. Mustn’t think negative, I could be her type. I really want to taste her, I really want her to taste me. Fuck me with her tongue until I cum. “Come over to me I want to taste some” I’d say. French kissing her and tasting my juices the combination would drive me insane. I’m really not a lesbian. So what am I? Maybe she could tell me. Maybe I should ask. I will tell her before we leave. Maybe I should call her after work and ask to come round. Maybe I will turn up naked and pray that she’ll entertain my fantasy. Oh, the fantasies of her and me. The nights I’ve spent fingering myself, rubbing my nipples, hoping one day she’d touch me. I’m telling her tonight. This is happening tonight. 

Strike  — March 23, 2015

Strike 

I needed him to give my body what it craved and what it needed. It had been a while since we was able to fuck like rabbits. Excuse me for being crude but sexually frustrated is not even the word, my pussy was in need of some sexual abuse. Saying that, I’m the crazy ass female who thought let me go on strike over something very stupid. 

Now let me explain what a strike is, no sexual intercourse but teasing and other touching was allowed. Everything apart from me getting eaten out and fucked was acceptable.

After two weeks of being on strike I decided to take this pussy and put it to good use. I needed to feel his dick in me, I needed to feel his warm thick tongue against my clit. 
I heard the door buzzer, let him into the building and made sure to give myself one last look in the mirror to see if I was still looking just right. Black lace bra and frenchies, red lipstick and massive curly hair. I needed to look like the words F.U.C.K M.E so he knew exactly what I wanted to do. 
I opened the front door and just like that my clit started throbbing and my pussy got wet. He had that effect on me, made me want to pounce on him at first sight. Barely making it inside, I kissed him and was on my knees in the blink of an eye. Undoing his belt and unbuttoning his trousers I needed to taste that beautiful dick. 
He was rock hard and looked edible, I wasted no time putting in that work. 
Working my lips and tongue up and down the shaft, he started to moan and that’s when I knew it was time to get messy deep throating his dick with a quickness. Spitting saliva all over his impressive length, keeping it as juicy as possible. I tasted his precum and was in heaven, he tastes so damn good and I knew he was getting ready to cum. I started to wank the base of him and continued to lick and suck until I felt that warm liquid trickle down the back of my throat.
Bliss
I stood up and looked into his eyes, they were filled with fire and I knew he was about to give me what I’ve been waiting for. He kissed me like he  hadn’t kissed me before, passion  and need all in one. 
After what seemed like an eternity he ended the kiss that now had my panties soaked. He pushed me so I was against my front door, got down on his knees, lifted my right leg onto his shoulder, pushed my frenchies to the side and started his tongue torture. It had been a while since he last ate my pussy and I was in ecstasy. He was flicking his tongue on my clit and fingering me at the same time, my body started to lift away from the door. He pushed me back and used his free hand to hold me in place. My thighs began to shake and I could feel my orgasm building, he could sense it too and gently nibbled on my clit making me scream and orgasm at the same damn time. 
He didn’t stop to give me time to compose myself, just continued to suck and kiss my now swollen and really sensitive pearl. I was so ready to get fucked at this point, I needed to feel his dick balls deep in my pussy. 
Bliss
My legs started to shake again and I could feel another orgasm coming, he sensed it too and stopped what he was doing. I was so confused and didn’t understand why he stopped. 
He kissed my inner right thigh, moved  that same leg off his shoulder , stood up and then kissed me. The taste of my juices were making me crazy, it was so erotic. He turned me around and told me to spread my legs, I did and before I knew it I felt his big dick sliding into my pussy. I gasped for air when I felt it go in, I almost forgot the size of his manhood. He held on to my waist and started to really move his hips, going in and out of me not slow but not exactly fast either. It was driving me crazy. I was in heaven, the feeling was too much. He freed one of his hands and started playing with my nipples, as if they wasn’t hard enough already. I could feel myself giving in to the pleasure and I turned my head to the side to kiss him. Deep and amazing. I came shortly after and so did he. We sunk down to the floor and I stayed curled up in his lap for what seemed like hours. He kissed me on the side of my mouth and said “how about we go on another strike?” We both laughed knowing that we couldn’t last.