Introduction:
I hope you enjoy reading my stories as much as I enjoyed writing them typing in the quiet darkness of the night. Join me on a journey into the ancient primal dance of love, sex, playfulness, and fun. I know my place in the world I'm a bright, articulate, well educated, highly paid woman but here I'm a writer and a slut. I love hearing my partners sounds of pleasure, Auralism, that is a big part for me. A melody playing in my ears, building, reaching a grand crescendo of pleasure sounds. I can not deny it's intoxicating. Absolutely amazing. I love to give pleasure to my lovers, I simply relish in their delight. Knowing that I am the source of their pleasure, is wonderful, it is also delicious the wonderful taste of sex. The sounds, scents, taste mixing together driving me to wild heights. My secrets revealed, thank you for reading my stories feedback is welcomed XOXO.....
I'm Cheryle "Cheri" an Irish Catholic, Attorney, Singer-Songwriter thirty year old bi-sexual womanπ
Chicago Cubs Game:
Amy and I were headed to a Chicago Cubs game that sunny summer day at Wrigley Field to see our beloved Chicago Cubs play the Cincinnati Reds the ballpark is also called "The Friendly Confines," with the beautiful ivy-covered outfield walls, I love the atmosphere at the ballpark on a hot summer day basked in the sunshine. We dressed in the Cubs jerseys I bought us just for the day, shorts, baseball hats, and dark sunglasses. We walked to the train station Amy's long blonde hair in a pony tail bouncing as we walked. Amy and I boarded the L on the red line and rode to Addison Avenue, Wrigleyville. The area around the stadium is known as Wrigleyville, and it's bursting at the seams with sports bars, souvenir stalls, and drunk die-hard Cubs fans. Walking up and down Clark Street we stopped at a few of the area's many sports bars.
Getting in the spirit and absorbing the crazy atmosphere before the ball game. Drinking craft beer, I love Amy's easy way, something in the way she moves, graceful and light like she's floating on air. We wandered around the open-air Gallagher Way right outside the stadium, a beautiful place to hang out before the game. It's a popular gathering spot even not in baseball season a slew of events go on there through out the year, farmers markets, outdoor concerts, film screenings, and a holiday winter wonderland.
I took our picture with the statues of Ernie Banks, Ron Santo, and Harry Carrey. before we entered Wrigley Field off Clark Street on the western side of the ballpark at gate D and took our seats behind home plate. There is nothing like day baseball in Wrigley Field Amy put her feet up on the wall in front of us her cute toes winking at me in the bright sunshine. I so love her small cute pedicured feet remembering how she squirms when I suck those pretty pink toes.
What a great day eating hot dogs, peanuts, and drinking more cold beer then small petite women should. After the sixth inning we headed to the bathroom to releave ourselves holding hands as we made our way through the crowd. Ducking into the bathroom we waited in line for a stall to open. Finally one opened and we went in the stall together giggling after my turns peeing I watched as Amy pulled down her shorts to expose her beautiful pussy. I watch her sitting on the toilet full of lust and desire. When she had finished I kissed her sweet soft lips they felt so warm, wet, and wonderful. After all the beer we had already drank are inhibitions were very low.
I put slight pressure on her shoulders encouraging her down I knew this maneuver well from my own experiences, I felt her drifting lower slowly to her knees, she was kneeling down on the dirty bathroom stall floor before me a beautiful site. Pulling my shorts down she parted my wet pussy lips with her fingers diving into my wet pussy licking & sucking spreading my lips farther her nose buried in my red pubes, I was moaning softly from the sensations radiating to my brain. I grabbed her head with both my hands grinding my wet pussy into her beautiful face. I was so wet her magic tongue swirling, curling, exploring deep inside, any thoughts of where we were drifted away.