So, I sat there at my desk, typing away on my laptop because I realized I hadn't written a story in months. It was a new year already so it was evident, that even though College had begun again and I had my first class, I had no work due yet. So here I am. I stopped mid-type, if that's even possible and took in my surroundings. My room was small, I couldn't state exact figures because I wasn't a man and to me, that wasn't important; but I knew that even if I knew, I wouldn't know what that would mean. Not my area of expertise. I know, now I just sound dumb.
There was a door to the right of me, my desk facing the wall in the middle of the room. Behind me was my bed, where all the action went down with my lovely pink clit vibe. I would say it's sad but when I meet a man who can please me better than myself, I'll get rid of it. To my left was my closet- filled with useless lingerie, costumes and other accessories (like my whip and handcuffs) as I call them, which were not in current use. I know what you're thinking
"How when you have all that shit, you're not getting laid?"
Well I'm a collector, but before you say they don't have those in this day and age anymore, let me tell you they do. I'm living proof. At least this is better than my Laurell Hamilton book collection- her stories make me so wet sometimes I'm terrified. But at the same time I admire the way a woman can entice another woman through her words that way.
Which reminds me, I haven't introduced myself ... How silly of me... *insert giggle here*
Well, I am what you call "your worst nightmare"; just kidding ... they call me Jasmine... why? Well that's my name silly
Now fun and games aside, I was writing a story... my boyfriend of 5 months had just left me. I wouldn't call that a relationship, I mean the sex wasn't good but he was an excellent kisser....
"Can I kiss you," I said, staring at his lips while sitting cross legged on his bed, just the way he was sitting, our backs against the wall. 'Call of Duty' was on pause on his Xbox 360, because I'd grown tired of playing and even more tired of him just sitting there watching me lose over and over again. It was one thing to play a video game, but another thing to play a video game you suck at.
"Why would you even ask that?" he smiled, baring teeth. That smile would have me fall all over again for him. He leaned in and our lips touched. I could feel his breath on my lips, but he gave no hint that he was even going to move closer. So I traced my tongue above his top lip from right to left and continuing on his bottom from left to right. He parted his lips slightly to give me lee way but that was all. 'What a fucking tease' I thought. It doesn't take much to anger me but I felt I was the only one who wanted to make out here....
I knew I looked good, the only time I ever look especially good is when I have a boyfriend. 'Cause not only do I always want him to want me, but I want his friends to be jealous he has me.
I was on his bed in a jeans skirt... a mini jeans skirt that barely covered my ass. And to make things worse I was wearing a green thong underneath that matched my ultra tight low cut green shirt that read "looking for a fun guy"... I mean I could not only turn heads in this summer heat but I could cause car accidents. Now I did wear sneakers... converse to be exact. It just didn't feel right without them. Not that it took away from my sexiness or anything. My hair was now down to my breasts now, long and dark brown and REAL- I think I did pretty well for a black woman.
Frustrated, I grabbed the sides of his face with both my hands and brought my lips to his. Down we went, his head hitting the pillow hard and me mounting him, my knees on either side of his body. I didn't stop to see if he was okay before shoving my tongue into his mouth. I sucked him into me. Drowning in the sweet ecstasy of his mouth, as if I couldn't survive without his lips... his tongue... his saliva. I sucked on his lips, alternating, biting down at intervals as I whimpered my moans in his mouth. I could feel him rising below me and just for that stunt, I wanted to deny him. He reached his hands around to my back and practically rolled me over, pinning me below him as now he was on top.
Using his knees, he began to spread my legs apart. His breathing had quickened and the way he gazed down at me made me wet. He looked intoxicated, as if he had just had shots of patron or something and couldn't make it back to his car without help. His eyes lazily focused on my lips, for what seemed to be hours... but when I finally gave him a puzzled look as if to say "What the hell are you doing?" he nudged me where I was hot and wanting with his knee. I had totally forgotten that he was between my legs and I gasped, right before his lips locked with mine once more. His right hand had been in my hair, stroking it to the side of my face as he loved to do, then progressively his hand moved to my jaw line and he tried to use his thumb to pull my mouth open wider. I knew what he wanted, and as if it was time for pay back, I started to clench my body. I closed my legs together, entrapping his right knee between mine; and I closed my mouth shut as hard as I could...
"Eeeeep" this unknown sound came from me, when I realized that he realized that even though I tensed up, I was still exposed. That was when he bit my already erect nipple through my shirt as he nudged his knee farther up between my legs, tantalizing my clit. The shock and pleasure brought a sudden gasp from my mouth and he didn't waste an opportunity to lock lips with me again. Keeping his thumb on my chin to open my mouth wider, I fought with him, trying to wriggle free but he lowered his body weight on top of me, trapping my lower torso as his fingers now interlocked with mine. But since his hands were occupied I knew he was unable to pry my mouth open now.
Is it sad to say I was wrong? Sigh... how wrong I was. I got my mouth closed then he bit me. He bit my cheek, trailing down my jaw line and down my neck, leaving a hot trail of saliva as he went. My body was aching for him, oh how he could tease me so with just a kiss. His bites turned into sucks as he tried to drain the blood at my neck. Nibbling at first, slight pinching with his teeth before he lapped at my neck, as if it was a puddle of water and he a dog; then the sucking began, like a kid on a pacifier, but sexier. I felt him take up a chunk of my neck with his teeth and try to suck it in between his teeth.
"Ahhhhhhh!" I screamed, but not for long. His lips soon found mine once more and this time I gave him what he wanted. My tongue. He took my tongue into his mouth and sucked it as if it were a fricking Popsicle on a hot summer day. I moaned as I tried to get back what was right fully mine. Slowly, his hands began to release mine as he found new places to touch and explore. Now licking my lips and sucking on them, his hands moved down, trailing fingers along my neck, my collarbone, the mounds of my breasts. They weren't that big but they were a handful, and I couldn't hold back my moans as he pinched my nipple between his index and thumb, rolling it between and slightly tugging it. It drove me nuts and I now began to pant. I felt like I was losing oxygen, and before I thought there's no way my breathing could be worse than this...
"Oh Fuck!" I couldn't contain myself, not after his fingers had found that haven between my legs. He was just on the outside, wanting to come in; but considering the barrier from keeping him in was just a thin film of fabric, just didn't seem like much of an obstacle. Finding my clit through the wetness of my thong, he rubbed his thumb against it hard and fast, as if he was fucking me. I swear to God, if he kept doing that I would have cum and would have been as pleased as a kid with a new toy. But he didn't. He stopped.
