This is based on a dream that a recently had that I found very interesting but never got to finish. The following text will be the rest, or what I think “the rest” of the dream would’ve been like if I hadn’t of woke up just yet.)
Ahhh good ole’ adulthood, or at least what I think of it’ll be for me if I continue on the path that I am on. Maybe my boyish-charm and charisma will have a 3sum with fate and somehow will fabricate the events I will recall in this story, who knows though, am I right ?. Anyways hope you enjoy ?.
It is absolutely amazing the situations you can end up in with a bit of self-respect, public decency, charisma, and charm with the way that you present yourself to others. Those are the magical ingredients that will get you places.
I am 18 at the time- fresh out of high school-, somewhere between 5’11 and 6’1, somewhere between 163 and 167 lbs., lightskin like y’all know me, braces off- smile bright, and with the same hairstyle I’ve had since junior year, somewhat-curly taper fade, and somewhat of an athletic build but not quite, so ottermode basically (Ottermode is the body type that when people see you with your shirt off they can see that you work out but that you’re not an athlete; slimmer than an athlete, muscle just not a lot of muscle). Now that the description of me is out of the way, I’ll go on with my story.
I’m grocery shopping for myself, just got a new apartment, and you may be thinking, “But redditor, that’s very young to be living by yourself.” And to you, I’d respond with, “Yes, it is very young to be living by myself, but one of the magical elements that I have, my charisma and people skills, got me this place paid for. I basically had a very intellectual talk with the landlord for the apartment and he favored me so much that me let me have it, paid for by himself. He even offered me a position at his side job which is still pending on my decision.”
As I am leaving with my bought possessions, I bump into this woman, right? I didn’t know the extent of the force that we bumped into one another but when I bumped into her, she fell. I helped pull her up after calling myself an idiot for being attentive and watching out for other people.
She was a young woman; brownskin, petite but shapely petite, about 5’5, possibly 23 or 24, if there was any word to describe her, it’d be drop-dead gorgeous- she was a dime in all the pennies adding up to it. She must’ve been a business student because she was dressed professionally, like a business woman; black shirt, white long-sleeve shirt covered by a business jacket, shiny black heels, glasses, and she was wearing a bun which complemented the whole outfit, and then there’s me, open blue flannel with a short-sleeved shirt, black jeans, and black timberlands, with my signature “Angel-Wolf Tooth pendent necklace” that I wear with most of my outfits.
I love that necklace, very meaningful
I helped her up, and she laughed it off. I thought she was gonna yell at me for being clumsy, but she didn’t. She just smiled to herself and chuckled. With this in mind, I chose to shoot my shot- it’s not like I didn’t have anything more important to do then. Her name was Marissa. We talked for a while, topics included where we went to school at, where we grew up, our aspirations, relationships and I don’t know you crossed THAT line, but I remember her asking me, “Wonder how you kiss, baby”, she bit her lip subtly, sizing me up the entire time with those beautiful brown eyes. This stirred up some feelings, very bold and sexual feelings.
To her offer, I responded with, and I feel this is the greatest thing I said to date, “Let me go home with you and we’ll see.”
(See, a couple of years ago, from 12-15, I wouldn’t have EVER been able to say that to a girl, I was never confident with the words I would say to girls. I guess it was due to how I felt about myself. I was going through changes and the things I ate would affect me with acne, but when I was 16, I found myself and who I really was. I mean there were instances before when I seen what I could be but it wasn’t til 16 when I became who I wanted to be. Then 17 came and that’s when I became as confident as I am with girls. It was a crazy ride, I just made a gamble whenever I would talk to them, they either feel me or they don’t. 50/50. They feel me, coo, they don’t, coo. And from what I could tell, this girl was DEFINITELY feeling me.)
When I responded, she gave me her number and she said text me my name and she would text me her address. And that she did.
I remembered that I had groceries, y’all probably thinking, “This nigga forgot he had groceries, silly nigga…” and I did, I told her that when I put my food up get ready. She bit her lip again and grabbed my shirt and put her other hand to my mouth in a “shhh” gesture and said “I will but will you, honey?” That was hot.
It was about 6:30 in the evening when she got done getting her groceries and by 6:45 she said she was ready. When the signal was given, I went. I mean come on, that was my bat signal and I was Batman about to stop the crime but, in this case, Catwoman had a person signal and Batman was about to get in her guts.
Just like me, she also lived in an apartment, number 224. I rung the buzzer and said, “Hey, it’s me redditor from the sto-” she let me in and told me in that voice so seductive, “Come and get me, baby, 2nd floor, you know the number.” (224). And like that, we’re off. Up to her room I went.
Ok, now, here is where things get hot, nasty, steamy, arousing, etc. Make sure you are by yourself reading this. Now on with the NSFW part of the story.
Room 224; the smells of naughty fun and a good time came in the form of fresh linen and lavender. (Smelled like fresh towels; that was a nice touch). I knocked. No answer, I slowly twisted the knob- open- the door opens to her sitting in a chair facing the door.
“Took you long enough, I thought that you would’ve stood me up” she said this adjusting her legs.
Ok I have to stop it right here and talk about something. THIS GIRL IS AFTER MY HEART FRFR. WHAT SHE WAS WEARING, IF I WOULD HAVE KNOWN BEFOREHAND, BOYYYY. Marissa was wearing a black see-thru lace 2-piece with that little see-thru thingy that’s paper thin and feels like silk, and to top that off, garter belts. That. Is. Sexy. As. F*ck.
“Well, I didn’t want to come too early” I said with a visible smirk in my voice somehow.
“Oh, you won’t baby.”
She walked over to me, she had a sexy walk, like a runway walk. She closed the door and locked it as I watched, I bit my lip now. She wrapped her arms around my neck and we started kissing. I kissed 2 girls before this moment when I was in the middle of my 16th year and when I was 17, my point being they were kiddy in comparison to this woman. I can’t even call her a girl cuz girls are inexperienced, THIS WAS A WOMAN IN ALL SENSES OF THE WORD. We were using a lot of tongue; we were also really aggressive- moving all over the apartment making a mess as we went, feeling on each other vigorously.
We made our way to her couch, kissing aggressively the way there, I sat there for a second and she climbed on top of me, straddling me. She was still kissing me as she took off my shirt. She stopped and I asked what was wrong,
“You didn’t tell me you had a tattoo, not that it matters, kinda turns me on even more.”
The tattoo in question was my birthday gift. It was a pair of angel wings that went from my upper back to the middle of my biceps. She didn’t see it because the flannel covered it mostly.
“Well, it’s not like I can take my shirt off in a public grocery store- I’d get kicked out for indecent exposure” I humbly stated with a laugh.
“Well, it be nice if you could go topless, you’re sexy as hell” she said as she examined my tattoo with her fingers. She kissed my tattoo and my back.
“You going topless would be a lot better than me going topless.”
“Really now”, she proceeded to take off her bra and the slip (That see-thru paper-thin thingy). Her breast her amazing. Grade-A tits. They were plump and perky, bigger than I actually thought to be perfectly honest, like her boobs. Her nipples were the perfect size too- not too big, not too small, like a pacifier, like chocolate chips come to think of it.
I must have been staring pretty hard because she said, “What? Are you just gonna stare, they’re yours for the time being” and with that, it was suckling time. She squeaked as I was sucking on her breast. I stopped to kiss on her neck. She moaned and started digging her nails in my back (I didn’t feel the sting until after we were done). I kissed her tits and suckled them again, licking 1 nipple, then licking the other, circling my tongue around the tip and suckling like there was milk in there- there wasn’t milk, she wasn’t pregnant or had a baby. She moaned even more, burying me in her bosom. Can I say I was drowning in tits? I mean that would be a much much MUCH better than the alternative- drowning in actual water is the worst feeling I’ve came close to experiencing to date. But I would love to die drowning in the bosom of a big-breasted woman. Anyways, I left her bosom and started making my way down to her stomach, she must’ve went to the gym every once in a while- her stomach was flat, but not muscular (abs). I kissed that too, no part was untouched by my touch.
I pinned her on the couch, I was in control and she invited me in with open arms. I removed her panties- she was soaked and panting.
There is a term in slang, “grool”, girl drool, her pussy juice.
It was clear and sticky. Didn’t smell like anything and that was a good thing because it told me she had good hygiene. She cleaned regularly and didn’t do many things with guys. She just had a VERY HIGH libido.
Libido: sexual desire
The pussy was something to marvel at to say the least. It was like a flower leaking nectar. It was fat, not meaty, there’s a difference. Her clit was nice. It complemented her labia. It wasn’t huge, but it was noticeable, like anyone could have told it apart from the rest of it- no nigga had an excuse for ‘not finding the clit’ with her. I teased it, circling my finger around it while staring at it like an intrigued child. She moaned and kept closing her legs- I put a stop to that and pinned her, wrapping my hand around her neck and using my other to separate her legs.
The way you can say I went in was like a bear in a bee hive- lapping up as much honey as possible. You see where I’m going with this. I didn’t forget her clit either- my tongue danced around it and went up and down, side to side on it. She tasted like the slightest hint of fruit. She must’ve drunk a lot of water and ate a lot of fruit, too. She squirmed and squeaked more; her moans were growing louder, too. This continued for a couple minutes- I came up and licked the grool surrounding my mouth up and she laid there quivering for a moment and a looked at her with pity.
“Aw, done already” I scoffed
“No. I just… need a moment. Who taught you to do that” she asked me?
I smirked and laughed to myself, “No one, I just observed how you were.”
She scoffed as well, “Well know it’s my turn.”
There was a huge wet spot on her couch by the way so she told me to go to the kitchen. I did and she followed, dripping her lady juices every couple of steps.
I was beyond hard at this point, to the point where it was starting to become uncomfortable. Like when you’re wearing jeans watching TV or a movie and a sex scene comes up, yeah that uncomfortable. She fixed that shit quick, though. She undid my belt and undid the button and dropped my pants half way with my underwear and my dick hit her on the forehead.
I laughed to the pointed where I cried but I couldn’t run off and laugh cuz she grabbed that quick. She was very impressed to say the least.
“I didn’t know you were packing like this, I imagined that you would be packing but I didn’t know you had this.”
“You dare doubt my magic stick?”, I mockingly said with a laugh still have the visual of my sausage plopping on her forehead.
“Shut up”, she told me while giggling.
She slowly started to lick the tip, then she went all it. Double-handed. That technique be going crazy. My toes were curling, that was bliss right there. She went in and out, jacked me off with her saliva, spit on it, and started sucking again. Just nasty. I liked that. That was hot. She continued this for a good minute. She stopped. I was confused, then she leaned over to the fridge and open that up and she got out some whip cream.
I, for one, got excited about this, she about to this into a banana split ice-cream sundae. When she first put it on, it was cold, that didn’t feel good at all. It felt like ice, it was so cold. But, by the miracle of the human body, she warmed me up with her tongue. As she kept licking it up she put more on, and so on. I could only take so much. I nutted, right in her mouth, and she swallowed it like a champ and she liked it.
“Your kids taste great.”
Slightly off putted, I responded with, “Thanks, they try.”
As Round 1 comes to a close, we headed off to her bedroom.
Everything came off when we got to the bedroom: the final part of the lace, my pants all the way, everything. I got on the bed first and then she straddled me again and we were kissing aggressively again. At first, I was very reluctant about kissing her after she swallowed my nut, but after a second thought I just went with it. My dick was uncomfortably being shifted between our naked bodies as we made out. Then, the time finally came (*hehe* get it, no i didn’t nut again, not yet at least) she grabbed my dick and slowly adjusted herself on it. She moaned when it went it.
She was tight. Real tight. Warm and wet. Just how I like it.
I forgot to talk about her ass. Her ass was big like Kim K. I mean who would want Kim K’s ass that’s gross. Marissa’s was a handful, it was fat, it was great. Had the nice shape and everything.
She began to ride. She was slow at first for the first couple minutes then I decided to take over, I groped her and helped her, guiding her faster. She was moaning like crazy and sinking her nails even more into my back. NOW we’re getting somewhere. I kissed on her neck in the process. But then it occurred to me, “I don’t have a condom, I should ask if she’s on birth control because if I nut in her, I don’t want to have kids yet.”
*Grunting* “Hey, you’re on birth control right.” *Groaning more*
“Yes-ahhh.” *Moaning*
“I don’t want you- *moan*- I don’t want you to pull out.”
(I’m conflicted) *Groaning* “Alright.” *Grunting*
We switched positions- I was laying on my back now and she was riding me again *Reverse Cowgirl*. This time she wasn’t acting shy, she was moving. It reminded me of Madagascar when the song “I like to move it move it” came on, and she was DEFINITELY movin’ movin’.
She turned around *Regular Cowgirl*, kept moving how she was, but she was kissing my neck now. I was moaning and grunting, that was feeling good. I grabbed her neck and kissed her more and she went wild.
I pulled out, my dick was dripping with her juices and then she decided to take it upon herself to lick her juices off my dick and suck it again. I could’ve nutted again but that wasn’t the final act. However, it was fast approaching.
We got into the final position *Doggy-style* and we went animalistic. Imagine national Geographic, it would’ve been hard to distinguish us from how the animals went at it. I went slow at first- in and out- she was moaning then, faster I went she moaned more, then I went faster than that and I had to cover her mouth so she wouldn’t wake up her neighbors. It was about 10 at night so that’s why I did that. I do not want angry neighbors stopping me from getting my nut off. And that’s what I did, a while after that, I did exactly as she asked. I nutted in her and it was quite the load. It dripped out of her mixing with her own juices. She licked that up cuz she a nasty freak.
We looked terrible, my back looked like I got into a fight with a bear. Marissa’s hair was all frizzy and all over the place, she looked like a lion, her mascara was running too like she had been crying for a while. I laid up next to her- that was an event I would never forget. I intertwined my fingers between hers. She turned around to kiss me again, then she went to sleep in my arms. And soon I did too.
Epilogue: There will be a part 2 sometime in the future. I don’t know when though, this was wild though.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ala9jj/wonder_how_you_kiss