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I am flushed with heat like lightening flowing through my veins. I hold my breath and close my eyes. My vagina is pulsating. I have never wanted a woman like this before.
The curves of her hips while she walks is exhilarating. I clinch my pussy lips. I lick my lip gloss. A deep exhale rushes through my slightly parted mouth allowing a cool breath of fresh air to calm my nerves.
Voluptuous breast sitting high, dress tight. I want to stroke her back-side and grab a handful as she walks past. Her red wine matches her red full lips. I want to suck hard on them. Soft. Sweet. A different feeling as I imagine forcing my tongue against hers, inviting me deep inside.
I rush into the bathroom, confused and taken back by my thoughts. I slide my first and second fingers up my thighs and caress my slick pussy. I linger there and adjust my clit piercing. Im turnt out and officially out my mind staring at myself in the mirror in a daze.
She interrupts my daydream, shutting and locking the bathroom door behind her with a smirk across her face. Her drink is gone and all of her friends have left her side. Without any words she approaches me from behind and begins running her manicured nails down my bare back. I turn to face her and all thoughts erase from my mind. I lick my lips in anticipation of what will happen next.
Without thought I slide my ass on top of the counter-top and slide back against the mirror. She slowly pulls my legs apart and with elegance and ease guide her fingers against my pussy, feeling each pulsating throb through my panties. She knows what I want and how I want it. I let her pull my thong past my knees and over my heels until they drop to the floor. The sweet aroma fills the air as she nears closer to me and finally engulfs my pussy into her mouth. She devours every inch, circling and twirling her warm tongue inside of me. Each pull of my clit and piercing between her lips sends me to ecstasy. “Don’t stop! Right there!” I say under my breath.
All I can do is grab the back of her head to further guide her to my pleasure spots. She grips my thighs so tight. My juices cover her mouth and nose drowning any moans she can belt out when coming up for air…..
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I order a simple apple martini at the bar as I wait for my date to arrive. I play with the cherry in my mouth as the evening hour slowly ticks by. I am more then anxious and my impatience shows as a precisely fold my napkin corner to corner to corner until it is in a tiny triangle. I stay standing, too nervous to sit down or to put a wrinkle in my little, open-back, black dress. My strappy gold, peek-a-boo toe, 5 inch heels compliment my ensemble as well as the confidence I force out for display. Standing is the only way to properly show-off the two.
As I usher the bartender over for another martini I feel a slight brush from the nape of my neck down to my lower back. The low cut dress, the front as well as the back, allows my guest to see the goose bumps form along my spine. I spin around, slipping out a smile for my date when I realize it wasn’t him. Instead, a tall handsome man in a three piece Armani suite and thin black tie takes hold of my waist. I gasp in embarrassment and allow a confused look to develop on my face.
He introduces himself. “Hello. I saw you from across the bar and was hoping I could get to know you. My name is Conner. May I buy you a drink?” Conner raises his hand to the bartender for 2 more drinks. I guess that was a yes.
I sat down as Conner pulled the chair out for me even though I was expecting Alex any moment. I still haven’t said a word, just my frozen smile and raised eye-brow. He took my breath away with his Giovani cologne, dark hair, and clean shaven face. His eyes lit up and it was as though his smile twinkled every time he parted his thin lips. O.K maybe 1 too many drinks.
As my gaze breaks, I remember I have yet to introduce myself and my name kind of jumps out of my mouth backwards, “Karra. My name. Ummm thanks for the drink.” That’s all I could think to say. I want to hit myself in the forehead. I sound like a re-tard. I turn towards my drink and take a sip to try to calm my nerves.
“I apologize for the forwardness but I really didn’t want to miss out on an opportunity like the one before me.”
“What ‘opportunity’” I think to myself.
Conner continues, “you caught my eye as soon as you walked in and I would really like it if I could join you for the evening.”
Does he think I’m a prostitute?
“It looks like you’re waiting for someone, so its cool if your not up for it. But, I’m pretty sure I could make this the most memerable night of your life.”
I can’t stop looking at his lips as he talks. I take another sip of the martini without looking away. I think my heart is skipping a beat. “Uhhh, yeah sure we can get outta here.”
I finish my martini and grab my matching clutch. Alex won’t miss me, he’s 20 minutes late anyway. “I wasn’t expecting anyone,” I finish. I pull him out of his chair as I head towards the door. I stumble slightly but not enough for anyone to notice. As I head towards the door I let my mind wander….
**My back is up against the bar in the empty lounge and Conner is pressed up against me whispering sexy commands in my ear. I feel his dick harden on my inner thigh as I stand on my tippy toes. I use one hand to grab his growing instrument and one to pull his face into mine as we engage in a long passionate kiss. His large hand slide up my dress and between my thick caramel thighs and touches my silk drenched pussy lips. He rubs my juices between his first finger and thumb, enjoying the blessings placed before him. His tongue surrounds mine as I inhale his sweet fragrances and my sex fragrances fill the rest of the room….**
As I snap back to reality and let the dizzyness in my head calm, I look up from my feet and see Alex coming towards me through the double doors. I drop Conner’s hand and try from letting my cheeks flare in a bright red. I hadn’t done anything wrong, yet, and he was running unusually late so i left, right? I glance back and Conner had stopped by the hostess stand and turned away as if he got my drift. A sense of relief flowed thru my body all the while my pussy tensed up from the trickery Conner was willing to play with me.
“Where the hell have you been Alex? you’re nearly 45 minutes late!” Making a scene and lying, great.
Alex seemed speechless as if words were stuck beneath his tongue. I continued before he could get any words out.
“I’m not putting up with this. I ask for one night a week and you cant even be on time? were you held up by some floozy down the street?”
My theatrics only added to the drama before i stormed out slamming the door shut behind me. I could only hope Conner was some where close behind as I walked down the street and around the corner. I leaned up against the brick wall panting in attempt to catch my breath.
Before I could get my phone out to call a cab, Conner turns the corner and nearly trips over me. We laugh at the semantics i pulled in the bar as we both do our best to breath regularly.
“Lets go back to my place,” Conner suggest with no hesitance. “I have a loft in the upper-east side.” He signals a cab before I can respond. I guess that was a yes. I laugh to myself.
I mosey out of my warm bed. 5:30am run to the gym before it gets too crowded. Death, I know.
I pull my hair up as best I can, skip the make-up, and shove a pair of contacts in my dried eyes. Ugh. Slide on my running tights that show off all my voluptuous curves and a sports bra with cups that barely runneth over. I just need to get out the door before I retreat back to my bed.
10 minutes in I pant to my usual stretching post. Im cornered by a bamboo fence and tall withered palm tree, I’d hate to distract any of my neighbors. I dip down into my routine squat and spread my thighs, tighten my obliques and kegal muscles. My insides are pulsating and so early into my run I have to supress any urge close to an coregasm— an exercise enduced orgasm.
I lean to one side and then to the other, my hips erect and ass up high. I close my eyes and let the cool breeze take over my body. The hair on my arms raise. I open my eyes only to find myself being looked over by a inquisitive bystander. Brown skin with thin eyes and soft facial features. Maybe latino but I couldnt tell through the fence. As soon as we make eye contact its as if he comes to his senses and turns back to his duties. The Help?
I suppress the thought of running through the sprinklers and tackling this muscular, but innocent, man. He would just be another casualty in my sexual prowl for sweaty, deep, dirty satisfaction.
I return to my stretching and doing my best to create a mental list of to-do’s for the day. I am interrupted by a soft touch on my bare shoulders. Startled, I turn and rip the earbuds from my ears.
“Bonita, venid conmingo” he takes my hand and I am stunned. An adrenaline rush. My fingertips are hot, I know my cheeks are flushed.
“Im sorry, I dont understand.” But it is clear. He wants me like I want him. His fit tank exposes his hard worked physique. His callused hands engulf my manicured nails. I want to dig deep into his back. Scar him for a lifetime.
I look around for maybe a second opinion or a way to escape this daydream. No one is around. Just me..me and the help.
He pulls me back to reality. I follow him past the gate and around to the back of the house. The neighbors arent home. We turn the corner and he pins me up against the brick wall with both hands, my shoulders against the rough building. I inhale and my thoughts are filled with dirt and chlorine. Pool boy?
“¿Puedo?” So raw but a gentleman none-the-least.
I nod. He neels on the rough terrain seperating the patio and pool house. With both hands he pulls my pants down past my hips down to my knees. I kick my shoes off and assist in unclothing my purity. In one swiff gladiator move my legs are thrown over his shoulders and he is nose deep in my landscaped treasure. My back rubs up against the wall as he lifts me up to gain leverage. My hands are pressed hard on the back of his curly hair to keep my balance. The guilt and passion, the sounds of his lips on mine, take my breath away. Breathe karra.
The filth of the engagement is too real. Im overwhelmed with no concern of who might see but what I might think afterwards. I push the thought from my mind and bring my new friend closer inside me. He induldges without any hesitation. He palms my ass and seperates all of me and I belt out a moan deep from within, a place ive never toyed with.
Stretching & Pulling
I’ve created a rubrix cube of emotions that won’t line up with my thoughts and interferes with my decision making.
Game. Point. Match.
Why do I allow this complex to continue. To flow into your love veins and poison your innocence? I have the advantage because I am cold.
My defenses are up.
And yet, I expect something in return from the places I seek comfort. From somewhere else. Someone else. Something else.
I want control.
I want to exit this complex and I want to enter the matrix of hope.
I find hopelessness.
I find disappointment and abandonment.
A taboo is a strong social prohibition (or ban) relating to any area of human
activity or social custom that is sacred and forbidden based on moral judgment.
Analytical Assessment of Sex Taboo-ism —> “strong” relative to what?
—> “human activity”: sexual discourse
—> Sex Sacred
—> SEX is Forbidden : something that is done strictly behind closed doors
—> based on whose “moral judgment”
—> AND Why?
Sexual traditions v.s sexual taboo-ism:
Is sexual taboo-ism on a spectrum based on what is most morally accepted by…who? What happens when you cross the boundaries of socially accepted sexual activities? Does this create sexually deviant creatures? Are you sexually exiled or put on a sex-pedalstool?
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I wipe the sweat that had perspired above my brow off with the back of my hand. the anticipation of how you react to what I have let pour out is gutting me from the inside out. Vulnerability is gushing to the floor and over the deceitfulness you are choosing to cut me with.
2 seconds….3 seconds…4 seconds…time has become my worst enemy.
You respond with a calmness to your voice. You decode what perceived to be deceit to merely be precaution wrapped in the same doubt I had let grow inside of me.
The towel of forgiveness is all that can wipe away the body of trust that I murdered, slaughtered
The placement of your delicate words in my ear dare me to culminate your true feelings. Unfortunately, your linguistics barely scrape the bottoms of my standards. Your game only plays a fool, incapable of recognizing a fallacy of true love.
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