Some Sugar & All Things Spice
Anonymous Scandalous Stories
"So we were coming from getting something to eat…. And we were just jamming and cruising … after smoking a nice fat blunt. He took my hand and placed it on his dick and I was just rubbing and playing with it softly then he put his hands up my dress. He was hard as a rock . Like unbelievably hard . It was unreal . He said he couldn’t wait until we got home but we just so happened to be in the middle of the freeway flying. He told me to get on top and I was so afraid cause I just knew if I started riding him that it was going to be a crazy collision but I got on top anyway . He reclined his seat back while still trying to focus on the road. It was so liberating. I rode him until he came. It was insane and a fun ass experience." - Slutty DareDevil
"Aight so boom, We were in a parking garage and my stupid ass was like ‘let’s go to the top’ So we go to the top and start fooling around I’m sucking his dick and he yells out ‘stay down’. Next thing you know I hear a cop asking him what he’s going and he goes looking at the stars’ (nigga was an idiot I can’t believe I wasted 7 years of my life w his dumb ass but that’s neither here nor there) The cop asks if there’s someone w him and he says yes so the cop makes both of us get outta the car and I’m assed out in my boy shorts and one sock. They let us go but I was embarrassed." -Rooftop Headhunter
"Mannnnn I was in 12th grade and he was leaving my house and idk why we was so horny bc we had been fucking all day but anyways…I’m walking him out and as he’s walking behind me, be start kissing me on my neck and putting his hands down my shorts😂 next thing I know he pulled my pants down and bent me over and BOOM we fucking on the side of the house. 🤦🏽♀️ Ps not one of my proudest moments." -High School Horndogs
Welcome back sex addicts.
I been drinking ya'll, so please bare with me. (KRIT reference, IYKYK).
Okay so let's just jump right into this, it won't be long because I'm going to write a short story about how our night went.
Before any of the fun begins, he will walk into the house with balloons, candles, and rose petals everywhere. I am going to get the balloons blown up so they will be hanging all over the house. There will be rose petals leading to the room and it'll lead him right to me, on the bed, with all his gifts in gift bags, and me, dressed as the "Naughty School Teacher". I couldn't find the best school teacher outfits, but I found a plaid outfit that has suspenders so that's going to have to do.
When he walks in, the slowed version of "Art of Noise- Moments in Love" will be playing because why not? So, let's get into what happens after the gifts and all that good stuff.
Yesterday I posted some cards on my close friends story on instagram and the popular vote was to show exactly what was on the back of them. The cards are for a "game" that I created so that we can spice it up this Friday. It's not really a game, but because he won't know what's on the cards, it kind of is. Basically, he will pick one card from 3 categories and that is how our night will go. The categories are "Foreplay, Positions, and After the fun."
So, the foreplay options are:
- A full body hot oil massage (FULL BODY and that also includes the monster too. My favorite snack), watch me masturbate until I cum and eat icing off of me afterwards, your choice of the body part/or parts. Now, fingers are probably good for this one, but I would opt for a vibrator. So much more you can do with it to drive him crazy.
- Watch me oil my body in slow motion and let me lick ice cream off of all of your hot spots while you're blind folded and handcuffed. Now, for this, I would say to use an oil that has a nice scent to really set the mood. The cocoa butter body oil gel I got from amazon smells so fucking good so that's what I would use.
In these positions I'll play the sexy school teacher who called him to stay after class because he's been bad, but the twist is, I get punished instead because I am the submissive.
- Reverse cowgirl while watching porn (Your choice on anal or vaginal) I'm not the biggest porn watcher now, but I think it'll be fun and he mentioned it recently to see if that's something I'd be into and I said hell yes. Listen to your spouse people. If they mention something, listen to that. If you're up for it, be the first person to make that move the next time y'all get some alone time.
We aren't the biggest fans of anal either, buttttt (pun intended), every blue moon I'm down if he is.
- Doggystyle with my ankles and wrists bound. No explanation needed for this. It is what it is and again, his choice on the intercourse.
-Seated wheelbarrel, (with no break) (I had to look this one up because we've done it before but I didn't know what it was called. The no break part means, I don't get to be like "nah, I'm tired." I don't get to run. Keep going anyway ;) So, for this, have him sit on the edge of the bed, you have your hands on the ground and stretch your legs behind his waist.
After the fun options:
-Cuddles, our favorite show, and cocktails. Heavy on the cock ;)
As much as we like watching shows together, I can only assume it may not be much show watching going on, but I'll try.
-Encore? I choose fellatio, with chocolate. Chocolate on top of chocolate. What gets better than that? Chocolate is messy so I advise not to do this on the bed. Get on your knees and make sure to not take your eyes off him the entire time. Play, "How deep is your love" by Keith Sweat, the slowed down version while doing this. Just trust me, I'm linking it below.
Obviously the night is going to go where it goes and positions could lead into other things. But, I thought the picking of the cards and not knowing what's on them seems like it'll be fun. I know most of us have kids and we don't always have the time to plan things, so when we do, let's make some fun of it!
Anyway, stay tuned for the aftermath.
Long Post Alert... Grab your afternoon cocktail & chill on the couch for this one.
Wassupppp yall. We are back with another post and I am going to follow up on the post from the other week because ya'll loved that shit! Now, the reason this post isn't going under the normal relationship blog page is because it goes hand in hand with the post that was previously put out on this specific page. This specific page is hidden to the regular person, so if you get access to the link, feel special. So if you haven't read the previous post one, trust me, you want to read it. The love and support I received about that one really made me feel good! I love how yall are so open to new shit, I fucks with it heavy.
Alright, let's jump in.
So here's the thing. I don't judge nobody and their relationship cause everybody does things differently. If you allow your man/woman to do something other people wouldn't, that's ok. For instance, like I said in the previous post, me and Jeremy have an open relationship but it's closed on my end, not his. I came up with this, not him. Some people might be like what the fuck, that's weird. Or, they would think that he came up with this arrangement for control. But no. Not at allll. It was all me. So shit like that, this is my relationship and the end of the day and not everyone is going to agree and that's cool. We all do shit differently, but one thing that I think should be universal in every relationship, is the understanding that you do not own that person. I'm sure I got some eye rolls on that one but I don't care. Ya'll have to understand that there is nothing you will be able to do to control the relationship and steer it the way you want all the time. First of all, it's unhealthy and toxic. So, this post is really touching base on a few things. My journey of becoming a better woman for myself and my relationship and how I got my confidence to be ok with an open relationship, the unpopular opinion that toxic is not cool, & how freedom in relationships is liberating. Also how to get to that place of peace in your relationship that is healthy for the both of you.
A little Backstory...
So, lets go back 3 years real quick. When I was at my lowest, my darkest. Had just gotten out of a toxic marriage. I was broken, sad, depressed, and not confident at all. Looking back though, I can't blame the failed marriage on solely the other person. I had to grow up as an individual and as a woman to realize that we were just too different. I was trying to control the way the marriage went and I wanted him to be something he wasn't. And truly, I just wanted better for him, you know. But, because our mindsets are different, it seemed more as if I wanted to control everything. I'm not going to go into any details on the wrongs he did, but I will say that my wrong doing was not letting go when I seen the red flags of differences. My wrong was trying to change him into something I wanted. Was I a good woman? Mother fucking right. He'd probably agree still to this day, LOL. BUT! The issue was, we were too different. Sometimes you have to know when to let go. Because once you start to ignore that you and this person truly aren't meant to be, the moment they are so insecure and constantly going through your phone or you're going through their phone, the moment ya'll are verbally disrespecting each other daily, the moment ya'll start telling each other who ya'll can talk to and who ya'll cant, where ya'll can and cannot go, it's time to make a decision and fast. The problem with relationships today is that people think that toxic shit is cute and it's not. It is the worst FEELING IN THE FUCKING WORLD. And until you get into a healthy relationship after a not so good one, you will not understand what I really mean. I'm telling you. That shit ain't cute and I had to realize that too.
Me walking away from something that was bad for us both was my first step to growth and the woman I am right now.
So, once I came out of that, even though I came out stronger, I was still weak. I was so mentally stunted, I was so insecure, and I lacked confidence.
Now, visualize that, and then think of me and Jeremy getting together. Someone who is the complete opposite of everything I was at that time. Jeremy was single for 6 years and a bachelor. He was doing whatever he wanted, whoever he wanted, whenever he wanted. He wasn't tied down at all. He was all about himself and his money. Casual dating, many sexcapades, but nothing too serious and no kids either. Jeremy has always known his worth and he is extremely picky when it comes to a woman he's going to be tied down to. So, that says a lot and is actually a compliment to me, LOL. But, when we rekindled and got back together, I came with baggage. I had a ex husband, I was broken, sad, and lost. (I don't call my son baggage because kids are NOT baggage. And because he looks at my child as his son too. But, I still had a kid at the end of the day and for some people, it can be a deal breaker. Not because of the child, but because of the other parent.) But regardless, I came with things that he did not have to bring into his life, but he did, willingly. Had he not known me for all these years, I cant tell you that he would've taken that on. He seen a woman that just needed some uplifting and healing and because he knew me already, he just wanted to help. Now, this is where shit gets interesting.
Letting go of the Victim Mindset, Making changes, and becoming a Confident WOMAN
Our relationship is what it is now because of the changes I made in myself that were not good for me, him, or our relationship as a unit. After a while of uplifting me and trying to help me, I had to start helping myself. At one point, he felt drained. As if he was giving so much of himself trying to help me and it got to be too much for him. Just about a year and a half ago, I was not who I am now. When I started to notice a change in how he handled me, I started to get so depressed and continued being the victim. I took everything he said to heart, I cried a lot, I was just too much. Looking back, I see exactly why he was damn near fed up. Because even though I was what I thought at the time a great woman to him, I wasn't a great woman to myself. In return of not being good to myself, I couldn't be the kind of woman that I needed to be for a healthy relationship. He could see that and he didn't like that. It was unattractive foreal. I can admit that. He would always tell me, Janecia, if you just knew your potential girl, you would stop downing yourself. Stop taking everything I say as a bad thing, I am just trying to help you be better for yourself. Because if God forbid this relationship didn't work out for whatever reason, I want you to come out of this relationship better than you came in.
His wanting for me to be better, was more about me than it was him. He wanted me to be confident, sure of myself, and mentally strong for ME not JUST him and that is something that WE ALL NEED TO LEARN. I've learned it and it's turned my relationship around completely.
I had to change the way I reacted to him, I had to change my mindset and outlook on life, I had to truly start pouring into myself. That is how we got to this place of peace in our relationship. So after we had our daughter and I was probably at the most clingy, annoying, and insecure, I said, nah, fuck this. I stopped worrying so much about what he wasn't doing and I started focusing on myself. I rebuilt this website from the literal ground up and it's been a success. I started to realize that I wasn't the broken little girl I kept forcing myself to believe I was. I started to love myself more, started spending more time with myself and getting to know myself. I stopped being so emotional and I started to use my logic instead of emotions in situations. I really grew up, mentally.
Once I started to change, I started to see a change in him. He started to react differently to me too. He started listening to me more because now I was making actual sense instead of being a cry baby about every little thing. I stopped looking at myself as some helpless damsel in distress and I started to be like, yeah I'm the shit. I'm beautiful. I'm worthy. He seen that and he moved accordingly. But, had I not made those changes, I would've never known if he really fucked with me foreal. Because for a minute, I was like man, why is he with me if he's always complaining about me? Why why why. Just, again, being the victim all the time. I had to accept that I was starting to become toxic to him. I was mature enough to fix that shit before it got bad. A lot of the time, we get with a person we aren't ready for and we ruin a good thing forever. Fuck that shit I MADE myself ready, because he was worth that. I had to become a WOMAN. With that came a lot of admitting to myself that I am not always right. I had to stop feeling as if I was perfect and wasn't shit wrong with me and he's just being "picky". Nah, I was a handful. Not everyone can admit that and that's where we go wrong. We are too prideful to admit that sometimes we are the problem. I had to let my ego, go. Our relationship has truly been blissful ever since.
Toxic & controlling isn't cool. Freedom is healthy and liberating.
Now, what does all that have to do with our open relationship? Well, it has plenty to do with it. Once I changed and I started to realize that WITH or WITHOUT him, I am still an amazing person and woman, I stopped being so insecure and I also stopped hiding my little "kink". If ya'll read the previous post then you know that I get off on Jeremy having sex with other women. I don't even have to be apart of it. I don't even have to be there. I just want him to come tell me about the shit. Crazy right? Yeah, I know. He's a lucky man huh? LOL. But, nah seriously though. I know that lifestyle isn't for everyone, but it does beg the question about confidence and why I am so okay with this. Well, it's because, I know who I am now. I know what I like and I know what I'm worth. He'd be a fool to let me go or fuck over me in a way that would make me leave him. So, with knowing that, I allow him to have his freedom. Why? Because I am secure in myself. This is the issue with a lot of people and it's the reason that so many relationships are toxic. Take our open relationship out of the picture for a second because that has nothing to do with YOUR personal journey. If you aren't secure in yourself, then your relationship will be toxic. This is why some people need to work on themselves before tying themselves down to a relationship. Now, did I work on myself in my relationship? Yes. Thankfully, I was able to do that. But, not everyone can do that. So, that is up for you to decide if you have the capacity to work on you while in a relationship. But anyway, if you aren't secure in who you are you are always going to be wondering what your person is doing when they aren't with you, you are going to want to go through their phone, you're going to be upset if they talk to people of the opposite sex, you are going to try to control them and keep them on a leash. Stop saying it's because they've wronged you so you are this way. No, don't put the blame all on them. Accept some of that shit, if you knew your worth, then you'd put your foot down and be like look, if you cannot accept our boundaries, I'm gone. You gotta know when to leave so relationships don't get toxic. If you choose to work out some shit with them after they hurt you, then why the fuck are you still bringing it up? See, that's what I mean. I'm not saying run the other way after one or two fuck ups, but I'm saying, being secure in yourself is knowing what you're worth and knowing what your boundaries are. So, if you are constantly in a state of worry and trying to control the relationship or that person after they've fucked up or shit, even before they've done something all because of your past experiences, then you start to become the problem. If you decide to give somebody a second chance, then give them that. Is it hard? Fucking right. But, relationships aren't for the weak. And relationships aren't about ownership either. Has Jeremy fucked up? Yep. But do he hear about that shit ever even in an argument? Nope. Why? Because I forgave him. And even more so now that I'm confident in who I am, I know that I have the strength to walk away if I realize that he isn't fucking with me how I'm fucking with him. The problem with people is they are so afraid to let go, but that fear is only because they are afraid to be alone or they are just dead set on this person being the person they are with forever no matter what. Whatever that fear is, you gotta let that fear go baby. Why? Because, we do not own that person. We cannot control the future. If Jeremy decided right now today he was going to leave, there is nothing I can do about that. We have to allow our partner to do what they gone do. Period. Because guess what, people are going to do what they want regardless! And if you are one of those people who don't do what you want because you want to please your partner all of the time, after a while, you will begin to resent them. I know Jeremy on occasion likes to fuck around. I also know that I'm okay with that and I like that shit. So, I let him be himself. I let him be free. That's because again, I am confident in who I am. If another woman can "steal" him from me, then he wasn't mine to begin with. I trust that he can go fuck 10 girls right now today and still want me to be his wife at the end of the day. That's what matters to me. That may not be how you think and that is totally okay, but I'm using it as an example. If you are constantly worried to lose your person, if you are constantly worried they gone do this or that so you feel like you have to control them, do you truly in your heart believe that shit is ok? It's not. We are in this relationship to grow and help each other be better. We are not in this relationship to control each other. We are not in this relationship to force the other person to be something they are not. There are things about a person you are just going to have to accept if you want to be with them. And if you can't, then that isn't the person for you. There are some things that people should change about themselves in relationships but ONLY to make the relationship healthy. Only if that change is benefiting that person individually as a person on their own and for the relationship. But trying to change a person and force them to be something they aren't solely for your benefit is so selfish. That whole "mold him into what you need them to be or mold her into what you need her to be" can get real bad real fast. There is a line with that. Was Jeremy trying to mold me? No. He was trying to help me be better, there's a difference. People change for who they want to change for. But those changes aren't taking that person away from their true self, it's allowing them to GROW into their true self. You catch my drift?
So, you decide. Are you trying to control your partner and make them be who you want them to be, or are you just trying to help them be better? Are you really secure in yourself to be able to not have your partner on a leash? Are you secure enough in yourself to leave if boundaries that shouldn't be crossed are crossed over and over? Lets face it. We are grown grown now. If somebody continues to cross you, they not fucking with you like that. Let that shit go and find better.
Find what about this person you're willing to accept and accept it and don't try to change that part of them. UNLESS whatever they are doing is detrimental to themselves or you, unless what they are doing is a huge error in character, then stop trying to change who they are. People are going to be who they are at the end of the day. Our job in a relationship is to love hard and help each other grow. It's not to try to control them or feel a sense of ownership over them. I am so liberated and I feel so good that I am no longer insecure and am understanding that I don't own him. I let him be free and man, that shit is sexy and liberating. Because he lets me be free too. He doesn't control me at all and he is far from insecure. He's not worried about me leaving because he knows he's the shit and he's worth something. I ain't worried about him leaving because I know I'm the shit and I'm worth something. Two confident, mature, and loving people in a relationship? Now that is one for the books.
If you made to the end of this, you are the REAL MVP. I know it was long, but I had a lot to say.
Love yall. Be easy.
Let’s start this off by saying that this post is about my relationship, my experience & how I feel about certain things. There’s things I will mention that I’d rather keep for the people who have access to this sugar & spice page ❤️🤪. So let’s get into it!
Going back to my very first post on this page about me being turned on & okay with my man sleeping around. This is something that I feel like a lot of women won’t admit that they are okay with, understandably so. My argument with this is, why are we so quick to forgive when our man cheats? SOME OF US. Why are we so protective of our men but then let them back in so fast after being with another woman? To a certain extent, we get off on women wanting what we have. At least I do and I know other women who do so if this don’t apply let it fly. But, to a certain degree it’s exhilarating to know that another woman wants what we have. For me, it goes far beyond that. I’ve said so many times that I’ve fought the kink that I have wanting my man to have sexual freedom & then tell me about it. *shrugs* call me crazy or dumb or whatever but it’s just what I like. There’s something very sexually arousing to know that my man can please another woman sexually purely for pleasure and nothing more. The feeling I got when I was reading a message between him and a girl that insinuated that they had sex gave me an adrenaline rush. I was very confused at first with what I was feeling. I felt betrayed in a sense only because at the time, I had not established with him that I was ok with him having sex with other women. So, for him not to know that at the time, I was upset. But the other feeling I got was goddamn I’m so turned on and I wanna fuck. Like….. right now.
At first, I didn’t like that feeling so I suppressed it. I did that because a one-sided open relationship was something I wasn’t ready for until I truly knew that what we had was solid. I needed to know that this man loves me, wants to marry me, and is committed to ME in the relationship sense.
Here’s the thing, to me, dick is dick. Just like pussy is pussy. You can find that shit around the corner. What you can’t find around the corner though, is me. I am a rare breed and I am what a lot of men are looking for. That’s not me being cocky, but that’s me being truly honest with myself. I am so secure in who I am and confident in a way that I’ve never been before in past years. So yes, I am ok with my man having a sexual thing with another woman as long as he isn’t giving away my time and he isn’t putting her before me. Don’t make me look stupid in public, don’t make another woman feel like she can take my place, etc. Obviously there’s boundaries. Like no, you don’t have two girlfriends. But, you have the freedom to be a sexual butterfly for your pleasure but especially mine.
My thing is, if you’re going to allow your man to cheat on you then why not suggest an open relationship? If youre going to be insecure then why are you in a relationship at all? I’m not taking jabs at anybody I’m just saying If you require your man to be faithful then you need to stand on that and only that. But to allow him to fuck around and hurt you but you keep taking him back I mean clearly you like that shit to some extent and that’s just my take on it.
So, since I like that shit LOL, I’ve opened his side of this relationship with boundaries. I’m so much happier that I stopped caring about being “normal” and what defines a “normal relationship”. None of our relationships are normal if you ask me. We all do shit we are afraid to admit we all like things that we are ashamed of. This is one of those things that I used to be ashamed of but now I could care less about.
What I am protective over is his intelligence and intellectual stimulation. His intellectual stimulation can make me bust a nut on its own. Without him even having to touch me. He makes love to my brain in such a way that it drives me crazy and I could not allow another woman to experience that part of him on a regular. That part of him is for me and me only.
We have to really ask ourselves what about our relationships makes us tick. We have to start being honest with each other about what we are really protective over and what we aren’t. We like to lie to ourselves because it’s more comfortable. Like, is it really because he cheated or is it because he was showing her attention and giving her time that he should’ve been giving you? We have to break these things down to understand how we are hard wired.
I could care less that he fucked her, but I hated the fact that she was interested in his intellect. So I had to be honest with my true feelings. You need to ask yourself what it is you really get upset about and break that shit down otherwise, you will end up unhappy and allowing things you don’t want to allow.
Most of us women are ok with our man sleeping around. Most of us even initiate threesomes too. I’m not big on threesomes although I love women too. I just want to watch for my own sexual pleasure, but that’s just me.
If you are honest with your woman from jump like say look, I’m a hoe. I like to fuck around, but I only want you as my woman. I’d never make any of these bitches my lady, I bet you’d get a lot more success out of your relationship. I mean, shit, If he told me that I would be so turned on I can’t even tell you. LOL.
I mean he did, but not in that way. He basically admitted that he has a problem with fucking around sometimes and I had to admit that deep down I wanted him to. I wasn’t as mad as I claimed and I was just putting on a front, when in reality, we both should’ve been honest from the jump. But as I said, I can’t have that type of relationship without knowing where we stand and without feeling secure first.
There’s so many women that I know for a fact want my dude, but they wouldn’t last two weeks. He’s so complicated in the best way and he can be extremely difficult sometimes but it’s okay because I know how to handle him. I know how to handle everything he comes with and he admires me for that. He loves me and everything about me and he wants me to be his wife. That’s all I needed to unlock the one-sided open relationship with him. But the only way to know truly that your man only wants a committed relationship with just you, you can’t tell him up front that you are cool with that sexual butterfly shit because it causes problems in the beginning. He can’t know that you like that because then the committed part may not only take longer, but it may never come. I had to test him. I had to make sure he only wanted ME. Yes he fucked up twice in 3 years, but that’s way less than what I’ve had before let me tell you. I started to see him really open up and love me for me and appreciate my growth as a woman. We are finally in a place in our lives where we both know what and who we want. But, I don’t want to rob him of a good time every now and again. I don’t want to rob him of sexual experiences and make him feel trapped as if I’m the only woman he’s ever allowed to have sex with again. Him having his freedom to do him turns me the fuck on like a light switch. We are a perfect match. ❤️
Just thought I’d bring a little perspective from the woman’s side when it came to nonmonogomy.
I’m down for it!
Open relationships >>> polygamy. I’m not with that polygamy shit I’d kill somebody. There’s a big difference and I think people get the two misconstrued. I’d also like to add that this isn’t something that I would want to bring into my marriage and my man feels the same way. So we are having our fun while we are unmarried and that is absolutely okay.
Thanks for reading!
10'o'clock rolled around fast. It's been a while since we've seen each other and I'm feeling all of the wetness in between my legs. When I say a while, I mean only about two weeks. A day without you makes me lose my mind a little bit, but I've learned to be patient and wait on daddy, because when it's all said and done, the wait is always worth it. Practically worth more than Gold itself in it's purest form. The sexual tension all day was so high, just the whisper of your sexy ass voice could cut through it. We shared a moment a few hours before and it was a little heated. Even the sun outside, that was beaming at about 105 that day trying to show out, was a little jealous. Even though we knew we had to wait until later, we never mind pushing lines, just a little. A passionate kiss, the grab of my neck, the death grip I had around your body wanting to make sure you didn't pull away before I wanted you to, damn... that shit was euphoric in itself.
"You better stop, before you get fucked right now," you tell me. I bite my lip and look you up and down because I know you like when I do that shit. It makes me feel a slight sense of power, even though in the bedroom, you defeat me every time just the way I like.
So, once night time fell, showers were taken, and tipsy was knocking at my door, we both knew what time it was.
Before you even threw me on the bed, I was leaking. I mean, dripping baby. Everything about you turns every single part of my body on. I become alive in a way that seems like the first time, every single time.
The look of seduction stares back at me from those beautiful brown eyes and thick eyelashes.
My body is thrown on the bed and you kiss every inch of it with those soft, juicy ass lips. Knowing good and well that shit gone send me straight to the muhfuckin' sky man. Fuck, why do you do this to me?
We both are fans of foreplay, but in this moment, there was no amount of foreplay that was going to make me any wetter, or you any harder.
Next thing you know, whew, there go the cookie monster. Gah'damn. My wet-box is crying and practically begging for him.
That chocolate skin, that gold chain, and those pearly white teeth do it to me every time.
Time to saddle up because you've been gone a lil minute. It's always good when I show you what you been missing while you gone, just so you don't forget. But, babbbbbyyyyyy, I did not know what I was in for.
My thick thighs grip your body as I slowly move up and down in rhythmic motions. Our eyes lock on each other and telepathic messages are being sent back and forth to let us both know we are connecting on the the deepest level. The look of pure satisfaction is on your face as you bite your lip and smile remembering just how juicy you make me.
It feels so good I can't help but to ride you faster.... harder... because I am on a mission.
"Damn baby," you say to me softly. "You know you got the best shit I've ever had right? FUCK. This shit is so good."
"Damn girl, you really gone be my wife."
You saying all this shit is bringing me to my point. But, you never fail to surprise me. Just as I am taking control, you grip my waist accompanied by all of my fluffiness. "Slow down baby," you say. Just as I do, you grab my neck, and you begin to push up harder, following the same pace as me. "Cum for daddy baby. And when you do, you gone cum again two more times after that." The grip on my neck becomes tighter, but not too tight. Just in the way I like that makes me feel like you have all of the control over me in this moment, because that's the shit that turns me on the most.
Man, that's all you have to say every. single. time. The submissiveness in my nature always falls in line anytime you give me an order. The way you talk, the way you look, everything in this moment is making me so weak. Not to mention, you hitting bout 5 or 6 G-Spots within me all at the same time. I'm sure that ain't even a thing, but the way you explore the inside of me like it was your first time getting to know my cupcake, it felt like I had no control over my body anymore. It didn't matter if I wanted to cum right now or wait it out, it was happening.
I had no idea though, that I was going to climax 6 times within 2 minutes. What the entire fuck? I scream out in the loudest cry of ecstasy with the look of fulfillment, but also confusion. Cause, how did I just let this nigga make me tap out like this. The smile on your face let me know you were enjoying watching me be defeated in the best way possible.
After the 6th time, my legs are jello. I nearly catch a seizure from the amount of stimulation my body has just received in this short amount of time. Even though I'm weak and can barely move, you gently grab my legs so that I don't fall over and you allow yourself to reach your destination just shortly after me. I always know when you're about to cum because your body gets tense and you wrap onto me so tight, not wanting me to let go.
Fuck... there it is. Complete and utter satisfaction for us both. I fall over to the side as your body becomes weak as well so the grip you had on me releases. Forcing my weak, limp, but content being to have no choice but to land wherever I fell.
"Come lay on daddy baby."
As I lay on your beautiful melenated chest, I feel an instant sensation of comfort and safety.
"How was that.." you ask. I just smile...
me - amazing.
you - amazingly amazing.
me - fucking great.
you - euphoric.
Shortly after the exchange of descriptions, we drift off into dream land.
Best Sex Story | Anonymous ✨❤️
* Excuse any typos or errors. I do not edit anything sent to me anonymously. Everything in quotations is the real first hand story.
This came from a friend… said it’s the best sex he ever had. Super sweet. ❤️
“ Senior year, apart from a few months of graduating. With me being 17 and my first love being 18, and after rekindling what we first had we established a friends with benefits relationship, with way more benefits and feelings involved. I was allowed to spend multiple nights under her parents house, as well as trusted enough to get down to it with minimal and minor consequences. So upon this agreement was an additional stipulation I like to call "The Fine Print," was made stating that if we kept this up till graduation day, this would be it. I'm locking it down and putting a promise ring on the finger with the intention of buying an engagement ring within then next 5 years (giving time for both of our college graduations). As many would know that this is high school and of course "The Fine Print" was never achieved. So as this relationship started, at the time I've had about 3 partners. 2 of them being in relationships with. 1 due to another scandal. She's only had 1, multiple times with the school's biggest scandal. Even though we declared to be each others first, once again that was never achieved. But our experiences were definitely one of a kind, top notch, x-rated type shit. So it all comes down to this one night. New Years. The plan to spend the night was already in effect. Her mom slipped her a few mini wine and champagne bottles and she was feeling it slightly. New Years ball dropped. We shared a kiss and it was off to bed for all of us. But to no avail sleep for just the two of us would be limited. Going from the bed, to the floor, to the bathroom, and back into the bed was almost unimaginable. Not being able to tell the difference between the water from the shower to her natural waters of the fruit was frightening yet exhilarating. For her to explode 9 times compared to my frenzy of 4 was impeccable. Lying there speechless, we knew we created something that couldn't be put into words or each others worlds. So we layed there in each others arms and watch the sun rise. As it watch us drift off into a blissful slumber. As we awoke, still in each others arms, we shared a kiss to top off they job well done. Excited, thinking this would be a step into the next level. When in reality it was probably, the last best moment we shared. For future events utterly destroyed our universe.”
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