Author: themaskedfucker

Remember when you came to my house with your little .380 pistol? That was the first time a woman visited me with such authority. I had to foil your little plot, though. You know I had to pull the weapon from your back jeans pocket and get to business. Not even a pistol-yielding, sexy-ass chick as yourself could intimidate me in my shit. When you get to my house, there’s nothing but ass licking, dick devouring and pussy-eating antics over the horizon. I lead you to my bedroom and snatched your clothes off to gather up glances of your naked frame. Your body was delightful. You told me you hadn’t had any type of sexual contact in over six months. I already craved that luscious ass, but you mentioning your lack of sustenance marked my cue to just get it on. I pushed you onto my bed and instantly shoved my face in between your legs. I licked at your clit until your pussy lathered up and produced an abundance of fluid. I ransacked your asscheeks and turned up on that asshole. You pulled my eager face into your hind side’s bosom and kept me pinned there. My dick was a hardened mess in the middle of that chaos and disorganization. Fuck it, I had to mix up the uncertainty. I pulled my dick from my shorts and presented your slit with its erection. I worked my manhood into your wetness and began stroking like I was that Nigga, Clarence Carter. I held your legs up to your ears and dug into your hinny with pizzazz. I hit your pussy with such an authoritative drilling that your pussy spewed its ejaculation all over my bed. The more I stabbed at that wet box, the more it squirted and enveloped my abdomen with its precipitation. I marveled at what I had done, but I wasn’t done with you. I reintroduced your pussy and ass to my mouth and smothered your cavity. You kept on squirting and yelling out such things that weren’t meant for strangers’ ears to hear. I wasn’t going to let you hog all the sex, so I climbed atop you once more and pounded you  until we both came.

It was a bit unsettling when I walked through your door the first time. Keeping it real, you were a bit rough around the edges. (Attitude seemed to fill the air along with a bit of uneasiness.) You opened your legs up, though, and I squeezed my way in between those meaty things. The first few tongue-scraping passes over your genitalia were to see what kind of response I’d get from you. The jury was still out. Besides, your phone attained your undivided attention. Whatever conversation you were apart of sure had you giggling your ass off because you were texting away at your little handheld keyboard. I grew frustrated as seconds grew to minutes, and I felt you weren’t all in. But I remained on my mission and eased on down the yellow brick road. 

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HALLELUJAH…

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Let me just address this nonsense that the Roman Catholic Church (through Constantine’s punk self) has you niggas along with the rest of the world believing: that Jesus was indeed real and that that fake motherfucker is going to come back in the clouds to save your ass. My dear, I know you don’t believe this bullshit, right? If you do, you might as well pack it up and head out there on the track for me and sell that good pussy that’s between those thighs. I mean, you might as well let me pimp that ass; you’re letting the bishop and preacher get at you. And while I’m on the subject of the preacher, let me just share with you this story of some of the best head I’d ever received to this date. Guess who that fire-ass top belonged to? You hit the nail right on the head if you’re thinking: a fucking wet-mouth Pastoress. “I rebuke you Satan in the name of Jesus!” Yeah, yeah, I know; that’s what your ass most likely wants to holler. Funny thing is: why is your freaky ass here? You know I write some of that “Gomorrah” shit, right? I’m getting beyond myself, though. Let me get back to the Pastoress that topped me off. She actually provided me neck in her car (if I remember correctly) in the dead of night in the parking lot of my apartments. My hot antics revved up that Holy libido, and the Spirit of that Fake Lord was upon her tail. If you’ve been reading my literature for a while, you know I absolutely love getting my nipples licked by a woman’s wet mouth. The Lady of God swiped at my chest first to get the spaceship off the ground. Of course, she jacked at my brown specimen while entertaining me with that soiled mouth. My pre-emissions shared space with her groping-ass left hand (I think.), and I recall telling her, “Put your mouth on my dick!” She was apprehensive a bit, but that throat consumed my erection within a matter of seconds. And, I fuckin’ lost it; my pre-cum seemed to be expelled from my cock with each and every pull, suck, and yank of her fellatio tactics. I was in that heaven of fairy tales that her contemporaries preached about. And believe me, her Jesus had prepared a gang of rooms in His Father’s house in that there mouth for my dick to live in. Shit, I couldn’t endure the disabling lips and friends but for a season, so a Nigga was about to be on His way to enlightenment. Read more »

Since 2011, I’d been posting ads on Craigslist here in the Atlanta Metropolis (until the site terminated its casual encounters section a few months ago). At first, it was a way to blow off steam after having up-and-down days of self publishing book sales. Plus, I think my ego wanted to know if I was able to stimulate a woman’s libido like I had done numerous times in the past. If I remember correctly, the first woman I entertained during that period was House sitting around the Lindbergh area of North Atlanta. She was a gorgeous redbone with a huge ass, and I ate at her asshole and pussy with such expertise, but she wouldn’t let me fuck, though. I left her spot with a leaky penis frustrated as a motherfucker. Between that time and the time the dating section of Craigslist was put to an abrupt halt, I’d entertained about 500 women. Some of those hookups were memorable, and the thoughts of some I should leave on the backburner of my mind–like the one that had a couple of shit pebbles in her butt when I began to eat her asshole from the back. Anyway, you’ve read a few of the adventures of my playmates like my fine-ass white Lilburn Cougar, my White Slut, and the thick rump sister from off of Campbellton Road up in southwest Atlanta. There’s also my feisty Puerto Rican honey that lives up around Gwinnett County that drives me insane with her crazy-ass antics. My Caribbean Queen still haunts me weekly because I’m so confused, and I feel as though I’m cheating on her mouth when I’m fucking her pussy and asshole (like here: https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5b15e5b584540). Don’t worry people; I’m not going to leave you hanging. I think I’ve found my place here, my niche in this subreddit, and I’m going to continue creating the stories that depict the true life stories of my Craigslist dalliances. They’re hot, and I’ve been a thrill seeker my entire life. So, just sit back, relax, and image what I’ll be throwing in your lap in the near future. Oh, and if you’re a legal-aged female here in the Atlanta area, neighboring Alabama or South Carolina, remember we can make delectable music together…

So, my dear Lilburn Cougar: you have a man now, huh? That’s funny; I just busted gallons of nut in your tight white ass a few weeks ago; you move quickly. I guess that’s why you haven’t been answering the phone as of late. Now, you can’t participate in sexual activities with your boy anymore. WOW! I thought we were better than that. I assume we aren’t, and the truth is we weren’t the open-enough fuck buddies that I imagined. I won’t worry, though. I’ll take this to the chin the way you took my dick to your throat. Remember how great you made my erection feel during our last meeting–the way that cougar mouth worked its magic on my phallus. I’m going to miss your neck bone stimulation, and even more, I’m going to be a nostalgic mess. You knew what you were doing when I left your house (as always): pulling me into your den and feeding me those fellatio scraps along with that wide rump. You knew I was your cub waiting for you to allow me to suckle upon those nipples. It’s all good, though. I want you to remember this when you’re alone at night marveling over times past when my tongue was buried underneath your clit. You will obsess over my ass diving in the future also. You will drown in images of my lips between your legs pulling at your entire pearl tongue until you orgasm. That was my job: to keep that thang satisfied. You will wake up from dreams of me beating at that pussy from the back. Then, you’ll revel in the afterthought of riding my black cock and you squirting all down my shaft. Those were just a few ways I entertained you with my exposed self. I fucked you rapidly at times (soft and gentle on other occasions). Our missionary fucking intrigued us both. I rammed my entire length into your accommodating entrance, and you screamed to the beating of my nocturnal forces. You tasted my nipples and begged for more. You insisted that I dumped my entire cum supply within your vaginal opening. Tell me you remember that? Tell me you remember how your bed squeaked to the intensity of our fuck fest? But, I’ll end the story there for now, Sandy Smith. Have it your way for this time being, my Lilburn Cougar. Flounder around on your high horse for now. I don’t know if my mouth or I will be here to greet you when you’re like Carly Simon: you know, you coming around again. You’ve retreated into the darkness; have you soon forgotten that I am/was your light? One things certain, though: you will miss me, My love, as always…