Mental Passage Fact

Mental Passage Fact

The sweet tones of your voice

Your dimples, your smile

Makes a man like me

Want to take that extra mile

I visualize us, just me and you

And I sit and think

About what we can do!

The sex in many positions

and different places

It's just so erotic

To watch all your faces,

As you cum and moan

And shiver and shake,

The smell is so sensuous

From the passionate luv that we make.

But dayum..... I realize

That alone can never last

Like the death of a loved one,

This too, will pass!

So what I know I had too do

As my body yearns,

Guess I'm doin' like Usher

And just let this shyt Burn!

I'll no longer wait

I'll call this "thing" done,

I have willingly dropped all others

To be with you my "Special One"!!!!

Click

Visions of your peach thighs in garter

has fingers wanting to be elsewhere.

Situation, like you, getting harder

Posing so exquisitely and sexily

worthy of Penthouse material

Compliment each other so perfect

Me, Grade A. You, crunchy cereal

Trying to keep my focus on portfolio.

That private nasty picture collection.

May as well undo my pants

Take some pressure of my raging erection

Pose upon pose, you strike

My combustible coffee-creamed match

You turn to get on all fours

Nasty plan in mind starts to hatch

Unbutton white flannel to waist

Need to hearten my sexual grief

Camera put down gently

Walk behind you, tip-toeing thief

Underwear down to my knees

Straining so much I hurt

You shift your weight to bent elbows

I push up…….

I take aim…… I insert.

Audible gasp leave lips

You recapture balance unsteady

I wasn't only one heated

Judging by moisture…….

it was ready

Skin gloves roam over round flesh

I'm a junkie, hooked anew with each thrust

grips me tighter than

purified winged- dust

Pace quickens, breath heavy, bed creaks

Pendulum nipples swing low

I pull autumn follicles with free hand

Feeling coming over me, I know………

lose myself in your mystery

Seek light, a hungered theologian

Can't hold it anymore……..

I need it……

Earth quakes with volcanic explosion.

Can never quite finish these sessions

To agenda I always try to stick

But consistently it ends up like this…..

and it always begins

……with a click.

Dayum....... WHAT IF?

Dayum....... WHAT IF?

WHAT IF?

Listen I was thinking about the things I did and the words I said

She said she was not happy with what was displayed

Just leave me alone and let me live and let me be

I said there is something special about her

Just can't flow within my life without her

Yeah I'm really in the WHAT IF stage

Some will say "What you mean about the what if stage?"

.... just READ and I will example want I mean

What if ...we were wrong about each other?

What if ...we're really made for eachother?

What if ...we were meant to be together?

Would that not mean anything?

Some have even said.... "How can you be for sure about things?"

I didn't think about it that way

Lemme give more reasons why we are meant to be

And just maybe I can make that what if stage become our reality

What if I am supposed to be her future husband?

What if she supposed to be my wife with a happy family?

What if there is suppose to be a house that we chill and make love intensely in?

If I can't be sure that her heart isn't still with me

What the hell you expect me to say

I'm just a UNIQUE man showing true feelings

I changed my format out of respect to start the next what if stage any questions....

pay attention to the details?

pay attention to the details?

Do you mind if I pay attention to the details?

the small things often overlooked...

and forgotten

See it is this attention that assists

whether it be truth or lies that flows from lips

like the body language that you insist

Some lack the capability to understand you with.

Baby I am not transfixed on you

not overly engrossed in the trivial things you do

this is just knowledge I pass to you

in my humble attempt to have you see

that I am paying attention to what is surrounding me

Intricately Intricate

Like the period that completes the question mark

without it the sentence is incomplete

but completely I recognize what I see

I see that you are attempting to fuck with me

Having me come out of my tranquility

as you play mentally

with my intellect

the highest form of disrespect

Intricate is the way I keep this in check.

Do you mind if I pay attention to the details?

the small things often overlooked...you know forgotten

"I'M A ALCOHOLIC"

"I'M A ALCOHOLIC"

You are my alcohol

I'm drunk over lust, drunk over you

one taste and I'm intoxicated

I lose my sense of judgement,

I don't know what to do...

You are my alcohol

sobriety is like a sin

I don't tell people I'm a alcoholic

but I don't want cognac, beer, or gin

You are my erotic alcohol

and its the only thing I wanna drink

one touch of your hand, one taste of your skin

and I can't speak, walk, or clearly think

Pussy you are my alcohol

I'm drunk and I'm no longer afraid

You're like my hotel on michigan avenue,

the sinker of my battleships, my queen of spades

Pussy you are my alcohol

it seems with you is the only time I have fun

you got me seeing double and I can't stop laughing

you've given me a smile brighter than the sun

You are my alcohol

I don't wanna be sober, I don't wanna be right

I'd rather be wrong if I can stay drunk

and drink you in... throughout the night

Unique Real Talk: YEARS AGOedit

We awoke early in the a.m. from a long night of making love. I got out of the bed and fixed us some breakfast. Afterwards she fixed our bath water.
We took a bath and washed each other's backs and me being the ass man I am, I paid close attention to cleaning her ass. As we started to dress for the rest of the day and it's events I asked her to wear some thongs. We left the house about 11 a.m., went to the mall, ran some errands, visited a few family and friends.


After leaving our friend's house we went to dinner where she surprised me by removing her panties in the bathroom and handed them to me when she got back. I was so shocked yet so turned on that I sniffed the scent out of them right at the table, it was wonderful!


Then we went to a movie. While in the Theater, I asked her to bend forward and lift her skirt so I can smell and lick her ass. Mmmm, taking a deep breath of her fresh ass scent into my nostrils I began to lick it for as long as I could capturing her essence on my beard ...


Mmmm I love how her ass smells after a long day out.


My dick rock hard and she leaned over and starts rubbing on it. After the movie, we headed to the Navi. I reclined the rear seats and she spread doggy style for me with her fine ass staring right at me. After assuming the position she knew exactly what to do and reached back and spread her ass cheeks apart exposing her succulent little asshole.


Rubbing my dick, I leaned forward and began smelling her ass and pussy then inserted my tongue deep into her asshole and licking her ass crack and pussy from behind. She was so wet from me licking her ass and her playing with my dick in the theater that her pussy was overflowing with her silky, clear cream. I greedily licked it all up, but we had to stop as people were walking by but they could not see in because of the limousine window tint.


So we headed back home and she sucked my dick all the way and I came in her mouth. Once we arrived, we quickly showered and got in the bed where she quickly assumed the doggy position again with her ass-spread open on the bed. I finished licking and smelling her asshole and pussy for about 45-60 minutes and in addition to my saliva and her pussy juices, I lubed up her asshole with some KY Liquid and slowly slipped my dick into her asshole. She and I love anal sex so I gently buried my entire dick deep inside her hole. I fucked her ass for about another hour or so before we had a orgasm together.

After that explosive orgasm we collapsed in the bed where I cuddled her from behind with my dick still resting in her asshole and we fell asleep

Unique Real Talk: Slowly ..... please

Slowly ..... please I'm try in 2 make u cum slow

cuz 2 me there's no such thing as moving 2 slow

just enjoy the sensations, don't rush the flow

the touch to make the urges 4 u ro ascend

i wanna enter u so slowly ur not sure if my decision will ever end

rain on me, so wet the sheets get soaked

callin 2 me quietly every time u get stroked

resist the urge 2 move fast

i want 2 revel in u, try 2 make it last

hands all over u cuz i like the way u feel

& u like the way i feel in u, sexin u wit zeal

movin so slow it's hard 2 believe we worked up a sweat

movin in unison, flesh rubbin in this sexual duet

but it make make body glide easier over Ur's while I'm inside

movin in & out, side 2 side

& when u cum slowly, u squeeze the muscles of my back

and i know its just in ur nature, but please don't hold back

eyes clinched tight, u bury ur face in my chest

I'm lick in ur shoulders and caress in ur breast

i want 2 make u weak in the knees

i want u 2 beg me 2 take me deeper please

and when i cum, i wont pull out

we were created 4 each other, there should be no doubt

i want u 2 feel me inside u grow

i wanna fill u again and again till u overflow

loose control

under me ur hips roll

quietly...

the only sound is u moaning lightly

or ur stomach, face buried in a pillow

im behind u, add in my cream, stirring ur coco

u try 2 raise slightly but i keep u pinned down

cuz i want u 2 experience a sexual meltdown

dont throw it back at me, just enjoy and let me work

im the artiest, ur the canvas, and this is my most perfect artwork

move slowly.....make ya thighs ache

ur back trembles, u body quakes

always cream in, flow in from the luv we make  

feel the burn

slowly inside u i churn

stop pin at times just 2 soak inside & kiss u

bodies twisted like a corkscrew

then periods of continuous motions

make u cum in waves like an ocean

im addicted 2 the way ur body jerks

under me as i conduct my erotic works

then ur body goes limp under mine

as u cum slowly and reach the end of ur sexual line

"Sex is creative energy. BEING A FREAK is the art of creating  reality."

Unique Thoughts: "JUST THINKING...... "

As I gaze at your chocolate mocha skin, my mind begins to wander.

Does she taste as sweet as smooth as chocolate?

I watch your chocolate body work that sexy lingerie.

I imagine myself coming from behind you... caressing your shoulders and working down to your hands. I gently kiss you across the back of your neck and then over to your shoulders. You look up as your head tilts back and I then begin kissing the arch of your back. Then slowly I graze softly on your back with my tongue as I feel your body fill with tension as I near the base of your back..

It seems you patience has grown thin so very quickly and you grab my head with cat like precision and stare at me. As you release me it seems like less than a flickering moment and the teddy is gone. You return to your knees and place you generous derriere in my face. I can see the nectar of a juicy peach surrounding your “Pearl” and She literally calls me to and lick her. The taste is divine and I grab your waist and pull you closer to me.

Ass cheeks slapping against my face, the “pearl” is now flooded with your quaylah. The moist and sweet delicacy says to me something needs to be done about this, now! While you are moaning with pleasure and assaulting my tongue with your treasure I am contemplating the next move. With a tug on your side you topple over and I turn you onto you back. I grab you leg and lift it over my shoulder. Your eyes meet mine and you just stare and nibble on your bottom lip. That look urges me on as I know there is pleasure work to do.

Tenderly, with my tongue I roll your labia back to get to the most sensitive and excitable portion of your cl-it.

Urgently, I begin to massage this area with my tongue. The warmth of my breath gently alternating between sucking and blowing I can feel the pearl growing an hardening with each breath. I can sense an ever increasing tension building in your body as you begin gyrating your hips as you moan in pleasure. With your “pearl” challenging me to give her more I cup your ass in my hands and squeeze tightly. I look up to see your hands are caressing your breasts so I place one finger inside your velvet chalice and search out your G-spot. Your moans become so intense that I feel your tension squeezing my head the suddenly you try to squirm away. I hold to you fast and firm to keep you near and my tongue moves even faster across your pulsating pearl as you gyrate slower, but deeper to feel every lick and each movement against you G-spot.

Your body's canvas takes on my painting more vibrantly than I could have ever dreamed possible. The efforts of my patient diligence seem to be ready for a reward as the warm, sweet saltiness of your essence is waiting to explode. You start to shudder and try to slide up in the bed.

That is futile, NO way, my sweetness…you will not escape me.

My tongue, the branding iron still has even more work to do. This message will be written to be recorded in our eternity and I am not finished and neither are you.

Offer me the sweet paint made of your nectar hidden within the ink well of your velvet chalice and I will paint on the pearl a crimson fire.

The brush of my tongue turns into a phallic chisel as my tongue slides in and out of your valley tasting you and pleasuring you to your inner core. I love the feel of the building shudder in your body…the shaking of your legs…the moans and sighs and gasps.

Then an eruption occurs, an eruption that shakes you to your very core. As the rumble intensifies a scream comes out that lets me know that a paradise plateau has been achieved and you are tumbling down it in an avalanche of orgasmic bliss. You shudder and shake for what seems like hours though I know it could have been only a moment or two and them you just smile.

You reach for me and pull me up to you and kiss me deeply. The taste of all of your sweet nectar is still dripping from my mouth, lips and tongue. I suck your tongue gently and begin kissing your lips. As we kiss, you grab my manhood and caress it in your soft yet firm hands. You eyes reassure me in a way I will not forget. The caress along my rigid shaft is caring, compelling and seductively sweet. You lower your head and then guide it softly into your mouth. The warm suction of your mouth meets my throbbing need and I am undone, unwrapped, stripped to the bone.

Powerless all I can do is raise one hand toward the ceiling and place the other one on your shoulder for balance. Your efforts perform magic on my soul as your mouth completes the circuit of electric desire that holds the spirit of us and my soul smiles deeply.

Though, I am truly loving this, my body urgently is telling me that I need you. I need to be deep inside of you. Somehow, you seem to be reading my mind or your body is speaking the same language because you lay back and look up at me. Your eyes invite me to partake of your body without your lips ever uttering a word.

I am overjoyed and mesmerized as your hands guide me inside.

Slowly, ever so slowly I penetrate your valley of pleasure. The wetness of your velvet chalice signals you have a pressing need to be joined with me and the time is now.

Once inside, I marvel at the heat of your wetness. I immerse myself in the warm flowing stream of your core of desire.

The movement in my hips is deliberately slow, taking my time to savor the experience of making love with you is a requirement not an option. The feeling of being inside you is titillating and delightful and my mind is transfixed by wanting to share all of me with you as we bask in the pleasure we can give each other, together.

With each stroke I feel the clinching of your magical muscles around me, like a constrictor releasing it prey only to get a better grip so that it can complete the kill. Your constrictor appears to be trying to squeeze out my essence at just the right time.

Damn, this is really, really good. My thoughts tell me, no pounding for you... just sure, strong strokes.

Stroke after stroke we honor the needs of our bodies. We are one in a way that demands awe. The perfect fit, we could only dream lovemaking would be like this. As I shudder then struggle to hold back and extend this pleasure I am consumed by the need to release my overbearing load within you.

I feel the constrictor trying to drain the life out of the my beloved pleasure tree and me. I resist the urges of my desire and I restrain an impending release because I want to prolong my phallic exploration into the paradise valley of you for as long as possible.

As we move together I know peace and I know the pleasure that comes from the joining of two souls as one. When I move you compliment me with the perfect match for my stroke. I grind and you grip while pushing your hips and pelvis to meet each thrust of mine. I think I could continue this forever and a day but your sudden intensity is telling me that you will not be denied my release.

The look in your eyes says that you have been caught up in your own journey to blissful perfect contentment, again.

My senses seem to detect your body saying, “I want it now,” as you begin to flex your inner muscles I can feel things I didn't know you could control. Surrendering to your desire and you I tremble as you bring me along to a place of ruptured elation.

Passionately, we begin moaning louder. With each stroke, the penetration, the pleasure, the lust can be heard everywhere in the room. You tell me in a loud voice you are about to cum, again.

Believe me, I'm ready for you to cum, I want you to cum and I need to cum.

The shivering, shaking volcano of you erupts and I feel your body jump, and squirm and reach a pinnacle that I truly enjoy helping you achieve. I begin to stroke even harder and faster until my release is not only impending but imminent.

My heart is pounding, my resolve is present, my flesh is desirous as the uncased beast rages! The rage continues on and on until it pumps every drop of my essence into you. I finally collapse in total delight as I surrender the last traces of my ardor to you. I am content and overjoyed but spent.

In submission I kiss your breasts, your nipples, your neck and to my hearts joy my lips met yours. I can feel you relax into a soft gentle kind of yielded, appeased, satisfied, fulfilled and comforted state. A state that belies the wanton vitality you displayed just before your body was catapulted into a place of carnal euphoria.

This kiss, this dedicated kiss requires and mandates our tongues to engage in adoring war as we celebrate our total peace.

The closeness that I feel at this moment is overwhelming as we collapse peacefully, placidly, serenely in each other arms…

Tales from Philly: Honee

I was in center city Philly waiting for the 32 bus in front of the Municipal Service Building to go to a spot i was DJ in seated next to me was a dark skinned sister who I’ll describe as a sexy ass ed thick girl. She had a confident swag about her sitting with her head up, shoulders back, and her style of dress suited her very well. To top it off she smelled so damn good. She had on something that made me want to just lay my head on her shoulder and sniff her the way you would freshly washed blankets that were air dried in the country. Her skin tone was so attractive that I just could not look away. Every time I tried my head would drift back around. It was like her beauty had its on gravitational pull or something. After a few times of head turning and staring at her I figured I had better say some thing to her. I didn’t want to seem like some kind of flake ass dude. I turned toward her and said,



You know I am trying my best not to keep looking at you but your beauty has its own gravity and it keeps pulling my gaze back against my own will.


Her face lit up and her cheeks went flush as she looked me in the eye and said, Wow! That was so very nice of you to say.


My name is Dee and I don’t wanna compliment you to death but you smell great too.


Thank you, she said leaning in offering me a whiff of her neck. I made this fragrance all by my Lil self you know.


She told me about her business she started on the Internet as a lingerie designer for thick women and she also made some fragrances and jewelry. We talked until I saw my bus coming and I asked her if she was waiting for the 32 to my disappointment she was waiting on the 38 bus. I got up and express my disappointment at having leave our conversation. She asked if I was able to give her a call and gave me her number after my response of yes.


After a few phone conversations we decided to meet for coffee at Borders bookstore on Broad and Chestnut Street. We met on the second floor in the computer book section because I need a book on web design and she know where the area was so it was easier for us to find one another. I arrived first and went about find my book when my phone vibrated. I thought it was her calling to tell me that she couldn’t make it, but in stead she was telling me how nice my ass looked in the gray Dockers I had on. I turned to find her standing behind me checking me out. I remarked that if she liked me in pants that she should see me in my brief, we both giggled and hung up. I walked over to where she was and gave her a hug. She smell as good as she did the day I saw her on the bus stop, and was dressed very sexy with a low cute blouse that accented her ample cleavage and skirt that showed of her hips and ass just nicely. Her make up was wild but tasteful at the same time. She was lovely and very confident in whom she was that was a turn on for me.


We went to the second level for coffee and talked until closing. Our conversations just flowed so well that we often forgot about time. We had a lot in common like we both wanted to start be in business for ourselves, we loved the Internet, and we both loved erotic literature. Honee was somewhat of a writer. She shared some of her poems with me during our phone conversations and I would read to her from my favorite book, Erotique Noire. Our sessions would end up in some hot ass phone sex with each of us experiencing hard orgasms. One night I shared some of the most daring things I have done sexually with women. I told her about Ocean the African I fist fucked in a Laundromat at 56 and Market, how I took a girl in the TLA video store on South Street, and about Delicious the chick I used to fuck in ATL.


She responded by telling me that she was bi-sexual and that she was an “emotional fuck” which meant that she really got into a good screw and came all crazy. I noticed that she had gotten quiet on me like she was thinking about something that was said between us and wanted to comment on it but did not know how. I asked her what was up but she didn’t want to say. I kept pushing her and she responded that she thought I would judge her if she told me. I assured her that after I had told her the thing I had done and that we had talked about some raunchy shit since meeting how could I possibly judge her. I told her to tell me.


Honee told me that she had a fantasy that so far went unfulfilled because most men she told it to would either be scared off by it or bullshit about doing it. She had my interest, but in my mind I was thinking she wanted to do some bi-guy shit. Watching two guys fuck seemed to be the trend these days, but not for me. In my nastiest moment that shit never crossed my mind so I prepared myself to turn her down.


I want a man to cum in a container and we got to dinner at the Olive Garden so I can use his nut on my salad and bread sticks, she said. And she wanted to do it in front of the waiter.


Wow, was my only response. Fuck it lets do it, I said.


We didn’t set a date because she wanted it to be a spontaneous thing. That following Thursday as sat in at the barber shop with my mans Ron and Jay my phone rang. It was Honee.


What’s up momma, I asked.


I was sitting in class thinking about you and I had an orgasm, she whispered.


Damn girl let me find out, I said.


I got some Tupperware in my bag. You wanna go to Olive Garden tonight, she asked.


Hell yes now that you made my dick all hard and shit.


I wanna suck your dick so bad before we go, she cooed.


I can make that happen. I am on my way to you, I said.


I told my boys to go on to the buffet with out me because I had pussy on the line and had to go take care of this and ran out the door en route to 18th and JFK already thinking of places I could go to put my dick in Honee’s mouth when I got down there.


I jumped off the train and walked through the Concourse to 18th and JFK. The Concourse was relatively empty except for the cleaning staff and a few people getting off work. This would be a good place for me to fuck Honee’s mouth real good until I was near coming. That would make it easier to do what I had to do at the restaurant.


I sat on one of the big planters in front of the Comcast building waiting for Honee to come out. I was all into the big screen TV when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and there she stood in black fitted pants and a tapered shirt that made her big boobs look bigger. I stood up to greet her with a hug squeezing her tightly and pressing my dick into her stomach.


Uh oh, somebody ready, she said.


You did that, I responded.


I reached down between her legs and gave her kitty a squeeze causing her to swallow hard and throw her head back.


Come on and let me feed this dick to you mama, I said.


Where we going boo, she said, composing herself.


Follow me, I said.


We walked to the corner of 18th and JFK to the concourse entrance. We walked down the steps hand in hand. As we walked down the long corridor I put my arms around her waist and rubbed her ass. As we approached the concourse we went right to back walkway. I pushed up against the window of one of the stores and kissed her as I ran my hands all over her body. She returned my kiss and ground her hip against my legs that was stationed between hers. We continued on until we reach that subway station at the end of the walk. We went behind the step and she immediately dropped to her knees and unzipped my jeans reached in and took out my pipe. She took it straight to the root. I had to brace myself against the wall because it felt so good. Honee looked like she was a cigarette smoker taking their first smoke of the day as she used her tongue to play on my dick I grabbed her by the ears and slow fucked her face. She took her mouth off of my now wet dick and used her hand to pump it. I leaned forward and palmed her ass as she jerked and sucked me off.


Shit girl, I gasped, you tryna make a nicca cum in your fucking mouth.


This encouraged her to make slurping sounds with her mouth when she deep throat my dick. She was hungry on my dick and I wanted to feed her. She held my dick up and licked it from the bottom to the head using her whole tongue. I wanted to fuck her right then and there but this wasn’t about what I wanted. She licked around the head and then put it in her mouth and nibbled on it. I had to pull her ass off me before she made me bust. I pulled her up by her shoulders. She came up wiping her mouth and smiling like she just had a satisfying meal. We kissed and started walking back the way we came. As we passed the stores again she says, omg u a fucking freak! Gotta bitch doing shit she only dreamed about. As she spoke I pushed her into the doorway on a store and put my hand in her pants as I used the other hand to grab her around her neck.


Squat your ass down so I can get in that pussy, I commanded her.


Yes! Yes! She said as she squatted down.


I used two fingers to rub her big swollen cl it and then finger fuck her as she squirmed on my fingers. Let me find out you a freak bitch hear, I said as I looked her in the eye. I took my fingers out of her snatch and put them in her mouth. She used her tongue to lick the cum from her super soaked pussy off my fingers. It was then that I notice the cleaning person across the way looking at us. She fixed her pants and I grabbed her hand and got out of there.


Our cab pulled up in front of the Olive Garden at Broad and Chestnut at 9 o’clock with her pussy throbbing and my dick hard. We went in and waited for a table. The plan was for me to go to the men’s room and spill my seed into this lil bowl that she brought after we were seated at our table. I couldn’t wait to see this shit. I got turned on from shit like this and I wanted to see if she had the courage to do use my cum as salad dressing and as dip for her bread sticks. I know there was some freak shit going on in a big town like Philly but I am sure this was top on the list that night.


Our server came over to the table and he was gayer than a muhfucca. Honee liked that shit part of her fantasy was to do this in front of a gay man and here he was.


My I take your order, he said.


Yes, I will have a garden salad to start and Chicken Fettuccine Alfredo, she ordered.


And you sir, he said looking at me.


I’ll have lasagna with extra meatballs on the side.


Anything to drink, he asked.


We ordered ice tea and water respectively. I excused myself and went to the bathroom with the lil container Honee gave me. My sac was full and it would not take me long to deposit my seed into it.

I went into the restroom and into a stall to handle my business. It didn’t take long a few minutes at the most and I skeeted into the container washed my hands and headed back to the table. I sat down and as soon as we began talking the server brought Honee her salad. I handed her the container while the server was asking if she wanted cheese on her salad. As the server grinded out the cheese Honee opened the container of cum and broke a bread stick. She proceeded to dip the bread stick into my fresh semen and eat it. You would have thought that she was experiencing a new delicacy or something as savored the taste of the garlic bread and cum her eyes rolled up into her head. The server hadn’t really noticed at that point what she was doing, but he looked shocked as he noticed the white substance in the container that Honee sat down on the table as he finished grating cheese on her salad. I was amazed at how bold she was. Amazed but turned on at the same time. She proceeded to use the bread to help pour the cum onto her salad, and she ate it right there in front of the server who really took it all in stride like it was something he had witnessed before. Honee finished her salad and we took the rest of the food to go.


We walked up Chestnut Street laughing at the whole experience. She thanked me for helping her with her fantasy.


I wish you could feel how wet my pussy is right now she said as we approached 16th and Chestnut.


Is that an invitation, I asked because you know I can arrange that.


I turned on to 16th street headed toward Market walking on the 0ne Penn Plaza side of the street and proceeded to the area where the parking lot for the Plaza ends just before the bank. I lead her behind the big marble planter out view of the street traffic. I unzipped her pants and slide my finger into her warm gooey snatch. Just like she said she was leaking all fucking crazy. I played with her pussy right there making her come on my fingers four times. I unfastened her pants and pulled them down just below her ass cheeks and pushed her over. She moaned aloud as I slid my fat dick into her slippery pussy and proceeded to fuck her right there over the black marble planter. She threw her ass back to meet my stroke as I dug my nails into her ass cheeks and gave it to her not really caring who heard. I pumped deep into her then pulled out and made her put my dick in her mouth. She sucked me in until she gagged and spit. I put her back in fuck position and stroked until I felt myself ready to nut. I announced that I was ready to cum and she spun around and dropped to her knees in on quick motion. She grabbed my dick and put it in her mouth just in time to drink my babies. She didn’t miss a beat and none of my come was wasted because she swallowed it all.


We chilled there for a second to catch our breath then I walked her over to the clothes pin to catch the 36 subway surface trolley then I went on to catch the subway home.


Honee called me when she got in as I made it home first. She thanked me again and we busted a nut on the phone then said our good nights.