The Ace Sets The Pace! - An Erotic Experience...

*I know it's been quite awhile since my last story...but I guess I needed a little inspiration. So when a special friend of mine requested that I do a story for them, I had to oblige! OMG! I think this is my first story from a guy's point of view! Hope y'all like it!*

The Ace Sets The Pace! - An Erotic Experience...

For the people that went to college, you know that it can be the best time or the worst time of your life. Some make the decision to join a frat or sorority, some don't. Those that have joined know that it requires a great amount of cash, enduring personal trials and humiliations, patience, a level head and making the best of bad situations! This is the initiation that I was put through to join my frat. To protect the frat from getting into trouble for hazing I won't use its name.

It was a Friday night and like most Friday nights frat row was gearing up for a huge party. This Friday was even crazier because we played our university's rivals in football the next day. I was a pledge and everybody knows pledges are treated like shit. One frat member told us "Y'all lower than the crust in a crack whore's thong," and he was one of the NICE ones! This particular Friday was going to be different though. Really different.

In one of the frat brother's rooms, my 12 pledge brothers and I sat alone dressed in sweats and wife beaters while we awaited further instruction. We all had the ties we were instructed to bring in our pockets. Everyone was whispering trying to see if the others knew what was planned for us that night. We could hear people start to come upstairs and the music was blasting in the party room below. Suddenly the door opened and 3 of the big brothers stepped in. Big Brother Bionic, the Dean, said "Aight pussies take ya fuckin' clothes off! But for goodness sakes leave your panties on! No one wants to see your shriveled up dicks!" After we all did this, Big Brother Goodie Mob, a junior, said "Put your ties around your eyes and form a line at the door. Put your right hand on the guys shoulder in front of you. Try to keep from fuckin' each other, you can do that on your own time!" So we did as we were told. I put my tie over my eyes and took my place in the front of the line. The next thing I heard was the door open.

The music was very loud as I felt the big brother leading me walk forward. As soon as we began to move I heard laughter from the hallway. Guys and girls in the hall were getting a great laugh at our expense. A girl slapped me on the ass as we walked down the hall. We turned and I knew we were walking into another room because the music got muffled. Then a door shut and Bionic said, "Aight pussies remove your blind folds!" As I removed my tie I saw the other guys doing the same, and then I saw it...

On a small table with several pillows under her was a girl, naked, smiling and spread eagle. There were 12 others against the wall smiling and giggling amongst each other as they pointed and looked us over. Then Bionic spoke up again. "Aight pussies, don't say we never gave you nothing! Y'all are gonna put on a show tonight for your big brothers! Everyone of you muthafuckas is gonna fuck a sweetheart before you leave this room...in front of ALL of us! These sweets got the BEST PUSSY this side of the Miss'ippi and if you can resist nuttin' up in nem off the break...YOU'SE A BAD MAN! I'M TALKIN' BOUT SELF CONTROL MUTHAFUCKAS! But before you fuck, one of your big brothers is gonna show you how to fuck the girl right! You gonna pick numbers to see who goes first!" With that, he held up a bowl with pieces of paper in it.

Everyone drew a piece of paper from the bowl. I got 13, last. Shit. I noticed that there were only 12 big brothers in the room. The guy that got 1, Donnell, was all smiles when Bionic said to line up. As we lined up he asked where the condoms were. Bionic just laughed and said "Condoms? You don't need no fuckin' condoms! These are your future brothers, we share and share alike! Now if anyone else has any questions...keep them to your fuckin’ selves!" He then looked to the A.D.P., Big Brother Hung Jury and said "Aight, let's do this shit!"

Donnell began to move toward the awaiting girl as Hung Jury put his hand on his shoulder to stop him. "What the fuck you doin' boy?" Donnell replied, "I'm number one!" Hung Jury laughed and said "You ain't shit unless we tell you so! And before you can fuck her, you gotta be shown how we fuck in this frat!" He put his head down and got back in line as he was told. Hung Jury then unzipped his shorts and let them drop to the floor. He was not wearing underwear, so we all saw his dick. We then knew why he was called Hung Jury. His dick was huge! No homo! It had to be 10 to 12 inches long, and as thick as a rolling pin. He just smiled as he took his log of a dick and slapped it against the girl’s shaved pussy.

The girl was just lying there, grinning seductively, yearning for every inch Hung Jury was about to give her. He slid in and out of her and she moaned loudly as they fucked with wild abandon. About 20 minutes went by when suddenly Hung Jury started to quicken his speed and REALLY fuck her. She screamed his name repeatedly as we looked on astonished. Then he tilted his head back and growled "AWWW SHIIIIIIT!" as he nuzzled his face in her neck. We all knew he came, and when he stepped back we all saw how much it actually was! The shit was actually LEAKING out of her pussy! He put his shorts back on as he sat down, looked at Donnell in front of the line and said "NOW you're number one! Get to work!"

Donnell just looked at the cum soaked pussy in hesitation. He didn't think he could top that. Bionic spoke up "What the fuck you waitin' on? We give you good pussy to fuck and you just stand there?! Are you a fuckin' homo?" "No." he replied as he slowly put his limp dick on the girls pussy. Hung Jury leaned over to the girl, wiped the sweat off her brow and gave her some water. The guy stroked his dick to get it as hard as he could and started pumping it inside her. He came 7 ½ minutes later. To make a long story a little shorter, the pledges who picked 2, 4, 7, and 10 all suffered performance anxiety and either couldn't get it up or didn't perform to the "frat's minimal standard of satisfaction." They were roughly taken out of the frathouse, stripped of their underwear and sent packing back to their dorms...never to return. AND THEN THERE WERE 9! The rest of them did about the same as the number one guy...following the examples our big brothers set for them. That left me...

Bionic and Hung Jury just sat there with the other big brothers grinning at me. I knew I was fucked! They said since I was the shortest pledge and there was no big brother to fuck the sweetheart before me I had to last TWICE as long as the other pledges! Talk about muthafuckin’ pressure! I immediately did the math in my head. I had to last at least 30 minutes since the record held by the 6th guy Keith was 15 minutes! I looked over to the remaining sweetheart...and made it my mission to please her at all costs! I HAD TO MAKE HER PUSSY MINE! None of the other pledges actually made their hearts cum and I wasn't going out like that! I was finally up to bat! As she lay down and stripped off her clothes my dick instantly got ROCK hard. I pulled my dick out and her smile told me she was pleasantly surprised. She told me her name was Brittany and I told her my name was T. As I got on top of her, I looked into her eyes to let her know without speaking that I was in control and that I wanted nothing more than to make her feel good.

I started kissing her neck and rubbing on her titties to relax her. She smiled at me to show her approval. When I entered her slowly my dick was overcome with her wetness. "Damn lil' lady...he wasn't lyin'! This pussy IS good! GODDAMN! You ready for me, huh?" I whispered in her ear as I continued to stroke her pussy to a rhythm. "You feel so good to me babygirl...you like this dick up in you?" I tried to look into her eyes to see if she would give a genuine response. "Look at me baby...tell T how much you like this dick!"  She opened her eyes and nodded as she moaned "Yes, T!  That dick feels so good! JUST DON'T STOP!" I looked at my big brothers through my peripheral as they slapped fives of approval between them. That was just what I needed! No pussy in the world was gonna stop me from becoming one of them!

The room was filled with the sounds of her moans as I began to pound her pussy without fail. I looked as my dick was going in and out of her.  My balls were slapping her ass and covered with the same juices that poured all over my dick. It started to run down the side of my dick and then down my leg. The shit was drivin' me crazy! I had fucked her hard for at least 20 minutes but I knew I couldn't cum yet! The party was still in full effect downstairs and Bionic said "5 more minutes Lil' T! Show ya big brothers that you wanna be down! Just stay in that pussy for 5 mo' minutes!" She still hadn't cum for me and I wasn't gonna tap out until she did! I rubbed her clit as I got behind her and fucked her in the spooning position. I knew the big brothers were shocked because none of the pledges changed positions or lasted as long as I had.

My dick stayed brick through all of this and when I moved back to the missionary position she screamed that she was on the verge of climax. I knew what the fuck I had to do to show them I was top dog out of my pledge brothers. I began to fuck like a mad man. "DO THAT SHIT GIRL! CUM FOR T BABY!" I said as the big brothers yelled that I had lasted 30 minutes. When she scratched my back and screamed my name as her pussy convulsed all over my dick, I pulled out and came all over her stomach! I collapsed on top of her, then slowly regained my senses and stepped back. I just stood there for a moment when Hung Jury said "What the fuck ya waitin' for?" So I turned to rejoin my pledge brothers, but before I reached them he said "Where da fuck ya think ya going?  YOU AIN’T DONE!" I was confused. "I thought you wanted me to get back in line?"

He looked at me and shook his head, "Brothers, is Lil' T DONE here?!" In unison, all of the brothers shouted "HELL NO!" I looked to my pledge brothers and they too were perplexed. Bionic came over and guided me back to the sweetheart, who was still recuperating and pointed to her pussy. "Do ya see all that pussy juice? You made this mess boy...and now ya gotta CLEAN IT ALL UP!" All the big brothers laughed and cheered as I got on my knees and began to eat Brittany's pussy. She tasted so good that it caught me by surprise! I found myself lifting her off the table by her legs so I could get my tongue as deep inside that pussy as possible.  She grabbed my hair as I took her clit into my mouth, sucking the pulsating pearl as Brittany shouted for her Savior. My tongue strived to reach her cervix as her pussy held onto it like a Vise grip. By the time her candy coated my tongue there was no doubt in my mind I did what I set out to do. She passed out and there wasn't a drop left! I WAS JUST THAT GOOD!

After passing that test, I'd undoubtedly earned my place as the Ace on the line! And finally 2 days later...after 12 weeks, 2 days, 14 hours and 38 minutes of puttin' in NOTHIN’ BUT WORK, we crossed into the Brotherhood! My lbs and I are "The Narcissistic N.I.N.E." and they call me Mr. Clean, my head make 'em ALL scream! HAHA! Peace! - 1TP10FA

Carmen's Patriot Act - An Erotic Tale...

Carmen's Patriot Act - An Erotic Tale...

This had been a long time coming. My son was finally back in the states and was arriving home for a much welcomed visit. I hadn't seen him in 10 months and missed him. You see, he's a Marine and was in Iraq. His plane should be landing anytime and he should be here in about an hour. I'm trying to get the house straightened up ahead of time but I am interrupted by the phone. It's my son, he's at the airport, and wants to ask a favor. A Marine buddy flew in with him and was supposed to catch a connecting flight but it's been delayed until tomorrow. He wants to know if his buddy could spend the night here instead of sitting in the airport all night. Now I had a houseful of people but told him if his buddy didn't mind the couch, it would be fine with me. He said they'd grab a cab and be here soon.

When the doorbell rang forty-five minutes later I opened the door to see my son standing there and gave him a big hug. He stepped in and introduced me to his friend. Now this guy was the same age as my son, twenty-one, a little taller, very well built and so handsome it took my damn breath away. He smiled at me and thanked me for allowing him to stay. The rest of the evening was spent talking about Iraq and laughing about some of the things that went on here while he was gone. The whole time I found my gaze focusing on his friend and occasionally I thought I saw him looking back. I shook my head...it was happening again.

By midnight I decided to say my good nights and headed to bed. I fell asleep thinking about my son's friend. About two hours later I was awakened by a hand on my hip. It was my son's friend, I asked if there was a problem, did he need something. He leaned down to whisper in my ear and said, "Right now...I need you." I turned my head to look at him and he kissed me. Well, it was like my entire body short circuited and I started responding to the kiss. Our tongues danced together in each others mouths. My arms went around his shoulders and he laid down on the bed next to me. He started running his hand over my breasts, lightly squeezing each one. He didn't have a shirt on and I could feel his well defined muscles while I caressed his back. I couldn't believe I was doing this to my son's friend but I wasn't about to stop.

I let him take my shirt off and he began kissing and sucking my breasts. I slid my hand into the back of his shorts and grabbed his firm ass. His hand slid into my shorts and his fingers found my extremely wet pussy. I arched my back as he finger fucked me so he could put them in as far as possible. My hand was now in the front of his shorts stroking his long, hard dick . I couldn't wait any longer and started removing his shorts so I could see that huge piece of meat. I removed his hand from my pants so I could focus all my attention on what turn out to be the most incredible ten inches of dick I ever done seen.

I lowered my head down to take as much of him in my mouth as I could, I must have licked and sucked on him for ten minutes, totally enjoying every inch of him. The soft sounds he was making turned me on even more. I finally stopped and told him to eat my pussy. He positioned his face between my legs and slowly started teasing me with his tongue. Running it over my clit, back to my ass, sticking it deeply into my hole and back to my clit. Moans escaping from my mouth. He covered my entire area with his mouth as I came hard. He licked up every bit of my juices, savoring the taste.

He licked his way back up my body. I could feel the head of his dick touching my hole and my pussy began twitching. "Pound this pussy as fast and hard as you can," I tell him. He gladly obliged by thrusting himself deep inside me till I felt his balls hit my ass. He just kept whispering my name as he fucked me senseless. "Carmen...Carmen...damn you feel so good."

After five minutes of hard pounding he exploded all his hot juices deep inside me. He let loose one hell of a load because it immediately oozed out of me and down over my ass. I didn't think it would ever stop. He lay on top of me and I put my one foot on the bed next to his hip and pushed. We rolled over and now I was on top of him. His dick was still hard as hell so I started riding like there was no tomorrow. I reached back, grabbed his balls and rubbed them against my ass as I grinded my pussy on him. I orgasmed once again and he exploded inside me for the second time. I lay my sweaty body down on his and we kissed deeply.

A couple of hours later we awoke and he went back downstairs before my son woke up. In the morning, his cab arrived and we said good-bye. He thanked me again for letting him stay and hugged me. I never did tell him I wasn't on birth control and frankly if I got pregnant, it was worth it.

After I closed the door, my son looked at me, smiled and said, "Damn mom, you sure do know how to do your part for our troops!" "Your bed was ROCKIN' last night," he added. I could feel the heat rise to my face and I know I must have turned red as I shrugged, turned and walked away with a big smile on my face.

Carmen Dearest - An Erotic Tale...

Carmen Dearest - An Erotic Tale...

My oldest daughter who's twenty-one moved back into my home temporarily six months ago. During this time she started dating a guy who's now nineteen and going to college. He lives on campus all week but is close enough to spend the weekends here with her. Since she is sharing a bedroom with her toddler sister I don't allow her boyfriend to sleep upstairs with her, not that I'm worried about them having sex because my daughter wants to wait until she's married, but because I don't want them bothering her sister while she's sleeping.

During the warmer weather I insisted he sleep on our back porch on one of the two benches out there since I didn't trust him to stay downstairs. My daughter slept out there with him most of the time. Now that the weather is colder and I've gotten to know him better, plus the fact they recently became engaged, I started letting him sleep in the living room. I've gotten comfortable enough with him to joke around with him, sometimes the teasing turns sexual, but always with a limit. I just make sure that he never knows if I might be serious or not, Just to keep him guessing.

I deliver a daily newspaper and get up at four in the morning to get them done on time. With turning on the light and the noise of getting the papers ready, I don't understand how he can get any quality sleep. Some mornings my papers are dropped off late and I'm stuck sitting down there waiting for them. It's a bit uncomfortable sitting there with her fiance sleeping on the chair.

Where are my manners? My name is Carmen. I'm in my forties and I don't have a steady man in my life right now. So naturally, loneliness hits me quite often. Sex is only occasional and not with anyone more than once.  I'm what you might call a "cougar." I don't date or fuck men my age, they do nothing for me. I exercise regularly, keeping my body up to par with girls in their 20s. I relish the stares I receive from young men. They all secretly have fantasies of being pleasured by an older woman...I simply make them come true...and get good, young dick in the process. Young men have stamina, they have no need for Viagra and they can keep up with me physically.

Recently I noticed during the time I'm sitting, waiting for my papers, I glance at my daughter's fiance and fantasize about being with him. The fantasies really get to me sometimes. I know I wouldn't do anything in real life with him, at least I didn't think I would.

This morning I awoke from a very sensual dream and was extremely horny. I got stuck waiting for my papers and to pass the time I reran the dream over in my head. My daughter's fiance was sound asleep as I got my papers ready to deliver. I couldn't help glancing at him occasionally wondering how good he would be in bed. After I left I tried to clear that thought out of my mind as I did the papers. It didn't work.

When I got home, after putting the paper supplies away, I went to go back upstairs to bed. I glanced over at my daughter's fiance and the temptation started getting to me. I walked over to the chair he was sleeping in. He was in a regular sitting position and I stood in front of him. I tried to tell myself this was wrong and I should just go to bed, but I couldn't get myself to move away, my hormones were on overdrive and MY PUSSY WAS ON FIRE!

I opened my jeans and started fingering myself. When I was wet enough I opened his pants very carefully as not to wake him yet. I pushed my jeans down to my ankles and pulled my shirt up. I figured I was actually helping my daughter! If her husband-to-be had a small dick or couldn't fuck, I could look out for her and tell her he simply wasn't the man for her. I couldn't have my baby marrying a man who couldn't fulfill her needs sexually, right? EXACTLY! I'm simply doing my duty as a mother...

I slowly removed his dick from his pants and took it in my mouth. I sucked on him till he was as hard as a rock. At this time he woke up, so I placed my one finger in front of my lips to indicate that he should be quiet. "You can't have my daughter...if you can't make me feel good. Can you make me feel good? Make Carmen feel good baby..." I straddled his lap and kissed him full on the lips as deeply as I could, thrusting my tongue deep into his mouth. I didn't want to give him a chance to push me away. He didn't look like he was going to anyway.

As I kissed him, our tongues dancing together, I ran my one hand down his chest to his throbbing dick and grabbed the base of it. I rubbed it against my slit and placed it between my very wet pussy lips. I lowered myself onto him and started grinding away. I pulled his face to my titties so he could suck them. He looked at me first, wondering if he should let this continue, then took one of my nipples into his mouth. He sucked them hungrily as moans and grunts escaped our lips. Losing control, I rode him fast and hard until we both exploded with intense orgasms. I collapsed against him, our sweaty bodies heaving as we try to regain our normal breathing.

I remained sitting on him with him inside me, feeling his hot juices run out of me and puddling between us. I leaned down and kissed him one last time, smiled, and got up. I pulled down my shirt and closed my pants. I gave him some Kleenex to clean himself with, then I told him, "I'm ready, willing and able anytime you want the pussy my daughter isn't willing to provide...just let me know." I turned and went up to bed. As I laid there, I thought about what had just happened. I knew this was going to make things awkward between us, but now he knew that if he needed the relief my daughter wasn't giving him, he could turn to me.

I will make sure it never happens again once I become his mother-in-law, but until then, I'm going to enjoy having young dick on the regular.

Turn Me On...Then Turn Me Out! - An Erotic Tale...

Turn Me On...Then Turn Me Out! - An Erotic Tale...

This one is for Jasmine...and all my "Coochi Snorchers" (Vagina Monologues fans get it!!! LOL!) out there! It wasn't easy (Cause I don't know a damn thang about lesbian erotica!!! Penis is definitely MY GLORY! LOL!) but I did it and I hope you approve!!! I LOVE YOU GUYS SO LEMME KNOW WHATCHA THINK!!! Here goes...Enjoy!

I guess for awhile I was one of those "make-out" girls. You know, the ones that get a little tipsy and make out with a girlfriend at a club or something. Of course I'd given some thought to doing more, but I never made any moves to do so. Thank god Sasha came along!

I met Sasha through a friend and immediately thought she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. She had flawlessly tanned skin, sexy brown eyes, and long brown hair down to her perfect, deliciously phat ass. There's something more to her than just beauty. Her eyes seem to look straight through you.

We had started hanging out a bit, going shopping where I'd have her try on things that I'd never be brave enough to wear. "God, she looked hot in that vinyl corset!," I thought. It surprised me, but when I watched her try it on, I felt my pussy getting moist. And it secretly drove me crazy when she playfully bended over and shook her ass in that miniskirt like the bitches in the videos! That's when it hit me; I wanted to fuck this girl, to feel her hands all over my body, to suck on her beautiful breasts and lay naked together on her bed. I didn't tell her because I was too nervous. Kissing a girl and sleeping with one are two very different things.

Sasha invited me over to watch movies one evening. It was the first evening we were spending in together, and I swear, my panties were damp before I even made it through her front door. She greeted me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. The hug was different than her usual greeting. She pulled me close, pressed her tits on mine, and held me for a bit longer than normal. My knees weakened as I returned her embrace. "What the fuck is going on?," I wondered.

We sat silently watching some comedy on TV. I don't even remember what it was because I was so turned on by Sasha sitting next to me. She was wearing a low cut camisole which showed off her perky, round breasts. They were almost hypnotic as they rose and fell with her breathing. About halfway through the movie, she snapped off the TV. I blinked, snapped out of my daydreaming and looked at her. She fixed me with one of her direct stares.

"Are we going to cut the bullshit, Danielle?" My pulse quickened as I asked what she meant. "You know exactly what I mean. Don't think I don't notice how you look at me." And with that (very accurate) accusation, Sasha leaned forward and pressed her lips on mine. I stiffened in surprise at first, then melted into the kiss. It grew deeper and we swirled our tongues together.

"Wow!," I murmured softly. She smiled at me and kissed me again, then trailed her lips down to my neck. "Mmmm....you found my hot spot..." I said, and she licked and kissed all over my neck and shoulders. I responded with a moan and she straddled my lap.

"Go ahead...touch me anywhere," she encouraged. She took my hands in hers and guided them up her waist and onto her tits. They felt full and soft in my hands as I gently massaged them. I was growing more comfortable with the situation and pulled her camisole off over her head. I was left with the sexy sight of her titties staring me right in the face.

"Can I kiss them?" She leaned forward bringing those beautiful nipples closer. I licked the right one, then the left. I felt her hands unbuttoning my shirt and start to play with my nipples. I moaned again, my mouth full of her. I loved the way she felt and sucked harder. My clit was throbbing as she nibbled on my ear while rubbing my breasts.

"Come on!," she commanded. She slid off my lap, grabbed my hand, and pulled me into her bedroom. We stood there for a bit, making out and groping each other like crazy. "Take your fucking clothes off...get totally naked for me!," she whispered seductively. I obliged, stepping out of my jeans and panties while she shed her pajama bottoms, no panties there to worry about.

All She Needed Was The Right Girl To Turn Her On...Then Turn Her Out!

"Wait, I've never actually had sex with a girl before!" I confessed. She laughed softly and licked my neck again.

"Does it look like I care?," she responded and pushed me gently onto the back. She mounted me and plunged her tongue back into my mouth, our breasts rubbing together. I was so hot at this point I thought I was going to explode. Sasha kissed her way down my body and started nibbling my inner thighs. I closed my eyes in anticipation as I felt her tiny, delicate fingers part my pussy lips.

"OH!," I gasped as she started licking my juicy clit. She circled it with her tongue, teasing it until I was obviously in an intense state of excitement. Then the naughty bitch raised her head and mockingly asked if I wanted more. "OH GOD...don't stop! Don't you fuckin' dare stop!" My hips were moving up and down trying to reach her tongue.

"You want me to lick your fuckin' pussy? You want me to push my fingers in and out of that wetness?" She taunted me in a low voice until I was about to physically cram her face back into my pussy. She bent her head again and resumed licking my slit up and down and slipped two fingers inside me.

"Oh yesss....just like that! Don't stop! Suck my pussy!" I yelled, writhing furiously. She continued licking and fingering me until I felt myself about to come. "OH yes, oh YES, I'm CUMMING, I'm CUMMING!" I screamed as I felt my orgasm rip through my body. As I grew calmer, she moved up my body and french kissed me so I could taste my juices in her mouth. "Sit on my face...I wanna taste you..." I whispered. I had lost all nervousness even though I was about to eat my first pussy. There's no way I could let her give me an orgasm like that without repaying her generosity!

Sasha slid her hips up until her glistening pussy was poised right above my face. I took a second to admire her slick, pink petals. Holding her slender thighs, I took my first taste of her. I liked it! As a matter of fact, I LOVED it! I started slowly at first, teasing her, not quite touching her clit. I felt her legs start to tremble and heard her moan with pleasure. I darted my tongue in and out of her hole for a minute, her wetness spreading to my face.

"Oh harder!," she whimpered as I finally moved my tongue up and firmly pressed it against her clit. I licked faster at her pink bud, enjoying listening to her moans of pleasure. I liked watching her titties heaving from my angle as she gasped for more. I slid my fingers up her pussy and pumped them in and out while I worked her clit. Her hips were moving back and forth, almost ramming her sweet pussy into my face. Her breath was quickening now and I knew she was close to orgasm. I pressed my fingers into her G-spot while I licked and felt her spasm.

"OH fuck, oh FUCK, lick ME, lick ME, lick ME!!!" She was going crazy while I lapped up all her cream. "Don't stop, I'm CUMMING!" She came hard, cussing like a sailor, which just turned me on even more. I slowed my tongue as her orgasm subsided and she slid off my face and lay down next to me. We smiled at each other and kissed, enjoying the flavor of our combined pussy juices.

"That shit was bananas! I loved it..." I told her honestly. She grinned at me mischievously and I knew she had been planning it for some time now.

"Me too, girl," she replied as she playfully slapped my ass.

We drifted off to sleep, nestled naked together in her bed. I don't think we slept for more than a few hours when I woke up to feel Sasha sliding her hand up and down the entire length of my body. I felt myself getting hot all over again! She was spooning me and reached over my side to cup my breast in her hand. I felt a small bite on the neck along with her warm breath. Fully awake now, I rolled over and started kissing her.

Our making out session quickly heated up as we ran our hands all over each other. She started rubbing my pussy with the palm of her hand, which got pretty lubricated from my wet juices.

"I want to fuck you," she said, looking me in the eyes. I nodded eagerly, not quite understanding what she meant, but trusting her completely. She straddled my hips and lowered hers until our pussies were on top of each other. Peeling open both our pussy lips, she moved around until our clits were touching. She started rubbing her pussy on mine and it felt so fucking good! I had never even thought to try this, but I loved the way our slippery clits collided as we bucked our hips. Our breathing grew heavier and our titties bounced like crazy as we fucked each other like wild animals. It certainly didn't take long for us to cum together, gasping and moaning all the while.

We fell asleep with our legs and arms intertwined and enjoyed a steamy, hot shower the next morning. But that's a whole other story...DEFINITELY a whole other story! Until next time...

The Pumper - An Erotic Tale...

The Pumper - An Erotic Tale...

I pulled my truck into the gas station. It was one of those that stood on the brink of disrepair. It was closing down as I stopped the truck next to the pumps and jumped out. The pump attendant came out of the garage, wiping his hands on a greasy red rag. He eyed my truck with appreciation, then turned the same gaze onto me. I narrowed my eyes, pumpers are a dime a dozen.

"Just about to close for the night ma'am, but I can go ahead and fill her up for you." He had the sexiest voice, deep, but not too deep, a little bit husky and with a nice slow drawl.

"Him," I stated flatly.

"What?"

"My truck is not a her, it's a him."

"Oh." He smiled and drew closer. I wondered if he ever did anything in a hurry. "Nice truck."

"Thank you. Premium please."

The pumper pushed his hat a little bit farther up on his head and started pumping the gas. I popped the hood of the truck, then walked slowly around it, lightly tracing my fingers through the light film of dirt on the surface, checking the tires. I almost ran into him at the front of the truck. He reached out and put his hands on my arms to keep me from stumbling. "Sorry ma'am."

"It's okay." I looked up into his face for the first time, then climbed onto the pipes of the bumper and stood in the winch well. I leaned into the engine well and checked the fluids with practiced ease. When I looked behind me I noticed the pumper was staring at my ass. I added half a quart of the oil I'd been reaching for and stood up. After a visual inspection of the engine for anything out of the ordinary, I slammed the hood and climbed down.

"See you're from out of state, what brings you through here?"

"The highway." I said flatly as I pointed at the road on the other side of my truck.

"Oh," He said, then lowered the brim of his fitted  and returned to the pump. I laughed at myself, realizing how incredibly rude I was being.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be snappish. Its been a long day and an even longer drive. I'm hot and dirty and my truck is hot and dirty too." I smiled at him as I apologized. He smiled back and pushed his cap back up. Looking at him again, I thought he was a bit more than the average pumper. I'd seen guys that looked like he did in male underwear catalogs. "'S'okay ma'am. We don't get many travelers down this way. Most people stay on the interstate and go to those fancy truckstops. They got those big cafes, modern pumps, showers and stuff."

"I like to travel off the beaten path. There is more to this world than the interstate."

He laughed. "You can't get any more off the beaten path than here."

The nozzle of the pump clicked. He spent the next few minutes finishing business and accepting payment for the gas. He handed me my change and receipt with a half smile. "If you aren't in much of a hurry, I was just headin' down to the cafe for dinner. I'd really like it if you'd join me."

Calling myself all kinds of stupid, I accepted his invitation. Instead of regretting it like I knew I would, I spent the next two hours sitting in a booth across from him actually thoroughly enjoying his company. We finally left when they kicked us out to close. I climbed into my truck, but felt oddly reluctant to close the door and leave.

He touched my hand as it hung on the opened window. "It's late to be out driving. We don't have a hotel here. There's one up the road a little, but if you like, I have a spare couch you could use. I'd hate to see a lady like you out on the road at night. I promise I'm not crazy or nothin'."

I discovered I could breach even higher levels of sheer idiocy. I found myself smiling and accepting his invitation after a mini-protest that it would cause him to too much trouble. He informed me that he lived alone in a small house off by itself, he claimed that it would be no trouble at all.

He lived in a small clapboard house with a single bedroom and a large front porch with a swing on it. Unlike his greasy coveralls, his house was impeccably clean. I pulled my truck in behind his car and hopped out with my bag. I looked around at the lawn as he led the way inside, apologizing for the mess. There were a few dirty dishes and he stuffed clothes in all manner of hiding places as we went inside. I wasn't paying much attention to his home, I was more interested in trying to see the shape of his ass in the shapeless coveralls. Something gave me the distinct impression that he had a body I'd appreciate. Down girl, I sternly ordered myself and tried to suppress the sudden sexual heat.

He let me have the shower first. Having some consideration, not to mention a fresh case of the hornies that needed to be dealt with, I took a relatively cold shower. It felt so good to be clean and in fresh clothes. I sat on the couch and combed my fingers through my hair while he took over the bathroom. I folded my dirty clothes and stuffed them into the bag, then froze. Jeans, shirt, bra, socks, shoes......no panties. I tore through my clothes and realized I'd left them hanging from the door knob after I'd rinsed them out. Oh no! I snuck back to the bathroom and listened at the door for a few minutes. Dead silence.

I assumed that he wasn't in there and went in. I was wrong. He was standing in the bathtub, completely naked, staring at my undies in al of his chocolated splendor. He didn't notice me right off, his attention riveted on the small scrap of silk and lace in his hands. I froze and my jaw dropped in shocked. He had an erection. My nipples hardened as sudden arousal gripped me. It was incredibly exciting to know that my underwear was turning him on. I must have gasped or made some noise because he turned abruptly and caught me staring at his dick. We stared at each other for what seemed like forever before he broke the spell and held my underwear out to me.

I wrenched my eyes from his midsection and met his stare. His expression was intense, hot, and heavy. Our eyes locked and I knew that if anything was going to happen I would have to make the first move. I continued to stare at him while I made up my mind. Who the hell was I kidding? There was nothing to be made up, I already knew what I wanted.

I took the few steps to him very slowly, not breaking eye contact. I lifted my hand just as deliberately and took my underwear from him. I dropped it on the floor beside me, then splayed my fingers on his stomach, feeling his muscles jerk under my fingers.

"Thank God," he said in a heartfelt murmur, then sunk his fingers into my hair and pulled me against him. Seconds later his mouth was on mine and I was tasting his tongue. I groaned and leaned into him. "You sure?"

"Positive." And just so there would be no question, "I want you now."

"Thank God," he groaned again, then helped me remove the t-shirt and sweats I'd pulled on. He backed into the shower and pulled me with him.

This shower was hot, hotter than any shower I could ever remember taking. He was as slow at showering as he was at walking and talking. He covered his fingers in soap and slowly rubbed it over every inch of skin, probing every crack and crevice. The rough pads of his calloused fingers made goosebumps rise in his wake. Taking the soap, I returned the favor. I didn't have any callouses, so I used my fingernails instead. He must have liked the feeling of my nails running lightly over his skin because he started groaning.

I couldn't resist it anymore, I stuck my tongue out and licked the water off of his chest.

"Oh fuck!" He started scrubbing the soap off of himself as fast as he could. I ran my fingers down his ribcage and delicately nibbled on his nipple. Mmm. I reached around behind him and grabbed his ass with both hands. I slowly slid to my knees, licking down his chest and stomach, brushing the front of my body against his legs.

His erection brushed against my cheek. I turned my head and opened my mouth. Above me, he said something unintelligible and slid his fingers into my hair. I slipped my tongue underneath the shaft and tested the weight of it. Running my tongue along the length from base to tip, I opened my mouth wider and took the head into my mouth. I licked away the drops of precum that greeted me before slowly sliding half of the shaft into my mouth, until it rubbed the back of my throat. I pulled my head backwards, sucking on his thick dick, until just the tip remained inside of my mouth. He pulled me off of his dick. "Wait. I wanna taste you too."

He took me by the hand and led me to his bedroom dripping wet. He threw the covers off of his bed and settled in the middle of it on his back. He smiled at me then. "On my face, sit that pretty pussy on my face!"

Straddling his head, I got onto my hands and knees. I slowly lowered my body to his, rubbing my breasts on his stomach, then sucked his dick into my mouth once again. He put his hands on my ass and pulled my pussy down to his mouth. I let go of his dick and pressed my cheek into his thigh, groaning. His slippery tongue eased inside me and licked all around. Then he pulled it to the top of my pussy, separating my lips, until he teased my clit with the tip. Seconds later, he stabbed his tongue deep inside of me again.

I swallowed his dick again, taking it deep down my throat until my nose pressed against his balls. He moaned into my pussy and started licking harder. I attacked his pole with just as much vigor, with only one goal in mind, to make him cum in my mouth. I wanted to taste every drop he had to give and then suck him back to reality.

His hands roamed along my back, his rough fingers making me squirm on top of him. I moved my head up and down, fucking him with my mouth. His hips rolled and bucked, matching my rhythm. My hips moved, rubbing my pussy against his mouth, his maddening tongue driving me faster and faster towards an orgasm that had just become inexorable.

I came first, hard and fast, drenching his face as I did. After a few moments (or was it a few hours?) of rest I renewed my attack on his dick. I wanted more. He started thrashing under me, moaning, and rubbing his face in my pussy. Seconds later, I was rewarded with a long, hot, continuous stream of cum. I managed to swallow most of it. The rest of it I licked from my lips and his dick. Under my tongue he started to harden again, I licked and sucked him until he was fully erect again.

He slid out from under me and I rolled onto my back. Grabbing my ankles, he lifted and spread my legs. Kissing the instep of a foot, he licked a long slow trail down my ankle, past my calf, across the inside of my knee, over the inside of my thigh, and ending with long, slow sucking on my pussy. Spreading my legs again, he slid in between them. I reached down, grabbed his dick and rubbed the head through the lips of my pussy until I found the opening. He flexed the muscles in his ass and slowly sank himself inside, inch by satisfying inch.

Eventually he buried himself inside me completely. He leaned over me and licked at my lips. I slid my fingers into his hair and held his head still while I licked my juices off of his face. Slowly, with sinuous movements, he began rocking in and out of me. A short movement out and an equal one in. I wrapped my legs around his waist and started rocking back and forth, harder and faster. He pulled out and stood up. I sat up, shocked at his sudden absence.

He pushed me back down onto the bed, then picked my legs up. He slid back inside with a single quick thrust. Crossing my legs at the ankles, he placed them on one shoulder, then braced himself over me with hands on the bed. He started stroking in and out of me with a speed that amazed me. Faster and faster, harder and deeper. My crossed legs twisted my inner muscles just enough to make me tighter and grip his moving dick harder. The position of my ass made him rub me deep inside in a place that made me want to scream, cry, and shout all at the same time.

I wiggled on him as best I could, which wasn't much. He nipped and licked at my legs, fucking me with a rhythm that took me to orgasm but didn't let me go. My dripping wet pussy licked and sucked at his dick, trying to get that extra bit of sensation that would make me cum, I clawed at his arms and thrashed underneath him. He adjusted his motion, adding to his hips a circular motion. That was all it took! I screamed as I came. I didn't stop either. He continued stroking in and out with a maddening pace. His face contorted with the effort of holding himself back.

Orgasm came again, rippling from the center of my pussy to the rest of my body in waves. I felt like my brain short circuited. I lost myself completely in it, unaware of anything but the ecstasy and the hard dick suddenly sawing in and out of my throbbing pussy as fast as he could move it. Above me, he was breathing like a horse at the end of a race and he was getting bigger and hotter inside me. With a long sexy groan he came, shooting hot sperm inside me with reflexive jerks of his pelvis accompanied by grunts, groans, and "aww fucks" in rhythm with his slowed pumping. Collapsing beside me on the bed, his dick slipped out and he let go of my legs.

Seconds (or was it hours? LOL!) later he opened his eyes and smiled at me. "Hi," he said.

"Hello."

"My name is..."

I just laughed and kissed him. I was happy he pumped more than my gas that night...

Have You Ever Tried Sleeping With A Married Man? - A Salacious Guide To Being The Other Woman...

 Have You Ever Tried Sleeping With A Married Man? - A Salacious Guide To Being The Other Woman...

I was really interested to see how the triangle between Alicia Keys, Swizz Beatz & Mashonda would play out because I know first hand the ups and downs of having an affair with a man who is taken. Shit never ends well. TRUST. Now I have NEVER (to my knowledge...LOL!) had an affair with someone who is MARRIED, but I wrote this using that title because it doesn't differ THAT much from a single woman who is having an affair with a man who is in an "exclusive" relationship. So I was inspired to write a (humorous) "guide" I decided to call "Have You Ever Tried Sleepin' With A Married Man?" You'll also notice that every section title and dispersed throughout the "guide" are song titles of Alicia Keys' as well! HAHA!

Introduction aka EMPIRE STATE OF MIND (BROKEN DOWN)
I will walk you through how the shit works.  I'll tell you what to look for in the beginning, how to cope while the shit is going on and how to let go and get the fuck out of the relationship. I will give examples of what I went through and the good AND the bad that goes with it. I in no way claim to be an expert on this topic and realize that every situation is different. This is my assessment of how things work. It is NOT to be taken as a guide to how to ACTUALLY have an affair of any kind...especially with a married man! Most of it was written a LONG time ago to help me move on and as a comic release of everything I endured during my relationship with a man who had another woman in his life. I hope you all enjoy it and remember...even though it's a VERY serious topic, IT'S ALL IN FUN!

Part 1 - The Seduction aka FEELIN' U, FEELIN' ME!

You know a married man is coming on to you if he starts talking to you more. If he smiles at you and takes more interest in you than he did in the past. If he starts touching your arm or back as he talks as if to make a deeper physical connection with you all of a sudden.

In my case, the real indicator was when he offered to give me a shoulder massage in my dorm room and proceeded to also massage my back, my legs and my ass. Then he pressed himself against me to let me feel that he was enjoying it more than I expected him to. To my surprise, as uncomfortable as I was with what he was doing because I knew he was taken, I also was turned on to have this man's hands touching me intimately.

Just don't jump to conclusions though, he might just be doing it to get a reaction from you. Don't show any response at first, don't let him know what he was doing got to you. Think it through and then ask him directly before you decide what you want to do.

This might be the hardest decision you will ever make and acting on impulse could be your downfall. Ask yourself if you can handle the sneaking around and the guilt you MAY feel. (Guilt and affairs are not mutually exclusive. LOL!) The allure to him will be great. He will be good looking, charismatic, self-sufficient, funny, WELL-ENDOWED and his sexual prowess and stamina will have you seeing stars for hours on end. He will seem to be the perfect 'Samsonite Man'...his only weakness being the fact that someone has already laid claim to him in some way (be it by marriage or committed relationship). But that fact seems to matter to you less and less as you get to know him (and he charms you into a stupor) and the next thing you know you've 'fallin'. So what's a girl to do?

In my case, I held him off for 2 weeks, allowing him to come to my door begging to be with me. I let him kiss me, which sent an electrical charge through my entire body that I had never felt before and he groped me almost everyday before I gave in to temptation. I decided I could handle a short term occasional fling with him. I figured I could handle the guilt of seeing his girlfriend and talking to her. I stupidly thought that because of the situation there was no chance of getting emotionally involved.

Boy, was I wrong.

Part 2 - And So It Starts... aka UN-THINKABLE (I'M READY)!

When starting an affair with a married man, make sure the ground rules are stated outright and followed or problems may occur. This is especially important if the guy lives right next door or in close proximity.

In my case, what started out as short term, occasionally, turned into ongoing and frequent. For 3 months we had sex on the average of 2-3 times a week. And I couldn't get enough of him.

Don't ever underestimate your heart and the possibility of feelings developing for the guy.

In my case, after 3 months I was starting to look forward to seeing him as often as possible. It became about more than just sex between the both of us. I would become disappointed when he didn't have time for me, or when his girlfriend was off work and he couldn't come by. I realized I was getting hooked on him and decided to end the relationship before it got out of hand, or I ended up getting hurt.

Don't think ending a relationship with a guy who is having the best of both worlds is going to be an easy thing to do. He's not gonna let it be easy for you sweetie! Not only is it hard on you but the guy will probably not accept your decision. Be ready for what I call the "boomerang" effect.

Part 3 - The "Boomerang" Effect aka LOVE IS BLIND!

You finally realize the relationship has to end and you tell him it's over. Easy, right? Don't bet on it. He will beg, cry, tell you everything he thinks you want to hear just to hold on to you. He will keep coming back as often as it takes to break down your defenses and get what he wants from you. He may even tell you the worst and most notorious lie of them all, "I'm gonna leave her to be with you baby...you KNOW I am...I just need a bit more time to get things in order." Ugh. What a bastard!

In my case, I tried breaking it off with him over and over again. He'd stay away anywhere from a couple of days to several weeks, then be back at my door begging me to give him another chance. This went on for what seemed like forever. Each time I'd resolve to keep it ended only to give into him once again.

Don't believe a word he says. The guy will tell you anything to get his way. He will lie straight to your face and make promises he won't keep.

In my case, the guy told me "I was the best he ever had," (Okay, now THAT wasn't a LIE! Hmph!) that "I was his," that "he cared for me," and that "if his girl ever found out, he would tell her the truth and leave her right then and there." My all time favorite was the ever popular "I love you." I'm still not completely sure he DIDN'T mean that one...I believe he actually did/does love me, but because of the situation he can't express it how we both would like him to. How can something 'so simple' be so difficult? :/

And PUHLEAZE don't even convince yourself that the wife won't find out. She will, and if she lives near you, your life might be a bit more difficult from that point on. Have you seen Goodfellas? "I'm gonna tell everyone that walks in this building that in 2R, Rossi, you're NOTHIN' BUT A WHORE!" You better have good self control also, because she will say anything and everything that pops into her pretty little mind when she's trying to cuss you out. (like Mashonda) Be prepared to act like the "better person" and brush her comments off...ignore her completely if you can. (like Alicia) Do NOT let her take you out of character or make you upset! You don't want to end up in jail for fighting a bitch over a no-good ass man who don't mean either of you no good! (Swizzy?) And I can think of nothing worse than two women in love fighting over a man (who ain't shit!) while he basks in the glow of having his ego stroked! Ugh!

 Have You Ever Been A 'Jane Doe'?

Part 4 - The Jig Is Up aka KARMA!

Sooner or later, no matter how careful you are, the wife will find out. Even if she knows he has cheated on her previously with other women, IT'S ALWAYS GONNA BE YOUR FAULT! YOU ARE NOW THE ENEMY SWEETIE! After all, it's easier that way...YOU aren't the one she's in love with. She might come to your door or maybe even call you on the phone and say every nasty thing imaginable to you.

In my case, the girlfriend's favorite thing to call me was "ho". She wouldn't come to my dorm by herself (She KNEW better! Hmph!), she made him come get her and stand there while she flaunted the fact that they were together to try and infuriate me. She would say things to and about me indirectly as well. It took all of the strength I could muster not to knock that silly bitch to kingdom come! That bitch ain't even know me like she THOUGHT she knew me! I was gonna go Mary Jones on her ass! Hmph!

Don't expect him to stand up for you or defend you either. He's too much of a punk bitch to do that. He's too busy trying to figure out how to kiss her ass so she forgives him and doesn't leave him. He may even add a few nasty things to what she is saying just to make her think that you are to blame more than he is. Take Jody from Baby Boy for instance. When Yvette tried to confirm her suspicions of his infidelity with one of her co-workers he said, "I ain't thinking about that nasty girl..." When CLEARLY the night before he went to her house and received oral sex. SHAMEFUL!

In my case, he would just stand there like a little puppy with his tail between his legs. The powerful, aggressive man he is in bed disappears when he's standing next to her. He acts like a little boy who got caught with his hand in the motherfuckin' cookie jar. He would follow her cue and say to me whatever she told him to say. He would state that it was over, as if HE was ending it, when HE was the one who was perpetuating the shit! Ugh! He would promise his gullible 'girlfriend' that it wouldn't happen again, only to send an apologetic text that night, come crawling back as soon as she cooled down, forgave him, and the coast was clear. Like clockwork!

I found that the best way to deal with the situation is to just let her vent and get it out of her system. Don't argue with her, don't let her get to you, don't give her more ammo to use against you. The easiest way to piss her off is to do nothing. If you don't react to what she's saying and she's not getting the satisfaction of hurting you, (which is exactly what she wants) she actually ends up looking (and feeling) rather dumb. Serves her right!

Part 5 - The "Don'ts" Of The Affair aka LESSON LEARNED!

Here are some of the "don'ts" that make the affair harder to keep hidden, or harder to live with. These are all examples of things that really happened during the time I was with him. Some were unintentional, some just plain funny, and some just totally stupid.

YOUR "don'ts":

1. Don't let him get control of the relationship, or make all the rules that he expects you to follow. You'll just end up feeling used.

2. Don't let him know that you developed feelings for him. He'll use your feelings to get you to give in to him everytime you try to end it. "How you gonna leave me? I thought you said you cared about me boo?" (This may or may not be accompanied with a puppy dog face. Don't fall for the shit!)

3. Don't believe everything he tells you. He will say whatever he knows you want to hear just to get your brain to shut down and for you to start listening with your heart so you give in once again. He may even stoop as low as telling you his best friend just had an accident and is in the hospital and he needs comforting, when he only wants to lower your defenses so you'll give him sex. I saw his best friend 2 days later looking perfectly healthy. BASTARD!

4. Don't believe anything he tells you about the bitch! *clears throat* Excuse me...I mean his wife. He'll make it seem as if she doesn't understand him, how she's cold in bed or doesn't want sex, how she doesn't listen to him or care about his needs. He wants you to feel sorry for him so he once again can get his way with you. He'll even tell you how he enjoys talking to you because you listen to him and don't judge him, that you understand him. He just likes the attention.

5. Don't spend money on gifts for him or make them from your heart because all he'll do is say he can't take them or he'll give them away, or throw them away so his wife doesn't find them. Or he'll stupidly keep a CD of naked pictures of you that you made for him and his wife will find it. DUMBASS!

HIS "don'ts":

1. Don't try to avoid the neighbors from finding out about the affair or seeing you come to my place by doing alot of stunts and extra James Bond, Casino Royale-type shit...like trying to climb through my window! That's alot more obvious than just walking through my door!

2. Don't program my phone number into your cell phone, memorize it! I don't want that bitch callin' me and your wife can't dial it if it's not there. Have we not learned from Tiger? And don't EVER let that bitch come to my motherfuckin' buzzer! *in Mo'Nique voice* LMAO!

3. Don't come by if you gotta rush the time we have together to meet up with her. Nothing will make me feel like an easy piece of pussy faster than a 20 minute from the time you get here till the time you walk out the door quickie.

4. Don't tell lies you're not going to remember telling me! I'm not your wife and I'll remember everything you say to me and I'll catch you in the lie real quick. TRUST!

5. Don't ask me to come to your place for sex when your wife is off work, has a key and you don't know how soon she'll be back. Giving you head with my shirt unzipped in your basement laundry room might be exciting, but hearing your wife walk in the door upstairs and racing for the back basement door while zipping my shirt is not something I want to do...more than once! Hmph!

6. Don't use the woman's friends or kids to get to her. Dropping off gifts and being nice to her friends and/or kids is a low way to endear her to you. She'll appreciate the gesture but knows what you're trying to do.

Looking back on most of this I can laugh now. I was so young and naive then. Some of the things hurt me to the core. The promises and the lies hurt the deepest. If I tell you I don't want promises or for you to lie to me, I mean it. When you do make promises and don't follow through it hurts more than if you never said it in the first place.

Part 6 - The Big Payback aka WAIT TIL YOU SEE MY SMILE!

Even if the guy is the one who starts the affair and keeps it going, you know the wife has more than enough reason to hate you and say nasty things to you. Sometimes though you just have to do little things to even the score once in awhile. I mean, it's only fair, right?

In my case, it was satisfying to relieve some of the pent up anger at the 'girlfriend' by having hot sex with him in their bed, hopefully leaving a wet mattress in my wake. Having sex in as many rooms of their house as he's willing to as if to claim the house as yours, or adding showers with him either before or after sex and using her towels to dry off with.

When you're slightly fed up with him there are ways to get even with HIM also!

In my case, I would leave notes on his car during the night for him to find when he left for work, sometimes she would see them first and he had to deal with explaining or trying to hide them. My all time favorite thing to do was when he would leave the room we just had sex in after straightening up the area so she wouldn't notice and I would pull several hairs of my extensions and drape them over the bed pillow or wherever for her to find. This works best if your hair color and hers are different or the hair length is different. Or discreetly spraying his pillows with your perfume...that's another one that made her a little upset. What's worse than coming home or to your man's place and smelling/sensing that another woman has been there? Hey, whatever works!

Just don't be too obvious about what you are doing or he'll end up pissed at you. A little retaliation can go a long way in this type of relationship to keep you feeling validated. Yay!

Final Thoughts aka A WOMAN'S WORTH!

Well, I think I covered most the major issues that can go along with having an affair with a married man or "pullin' an Alicia" on a man who is otherwise spoken for. LOL! I chose not to include kids (in cases where he may have any) because that opens up an entirely different can of worms. When his children are involved not only could you potentially be responsible for taking hubby away from wifey...but daddy away from the kiddies and signing both him AND you up for Baby Mama Drama 101! Who in the fuck wants that? That's a class that your ass can't just up and withdraw from! LOL! Because if he actually DOES leave her you'll probably spend the duration of your relationship hearing about how she won't let him see his kids now and how miserable they are without their father around...and knowing you had a hand in that. Ugh...D For Drama!

Falling in love with someone special can be a wonderful thing. Falling in love with a married man or a man who is otherwise involved can also be wonderful (albeit unconventional) but there are many drawbacks to it as well. You have to have a clear and realistic understanding of some things. You're not always gonna be number one. You won't get all of his time. Sometimes, you won't even be a big priority of his outside of the bedroom. You may spend alot of the time feeling lonely or like he doesn't care about you, and in most cases, he doesn't.

But then there are the occasional "fairy tales" where the "Alicia" actually wins, gets the man and everything works out. But you must understand that her case is extremely rare and as of my writing this his divorce is not yet final. And even though they have been spotted at an album release party and a red carpet on each other's arm, he could still return back to his wife and young son at ANY time...leaving Ms. Keys with nothing but 2 hit albums and a bunch of memories, broken promises and lies to show for it. How many times have we seen the Lifetime movies where the man at the last minute tells the mistress, "I can't leave her now...she's going through a rough time and I have to be there for her..." or "My family needs me more than ever right now. My children need their father." Hey, it happens!

If you feel you can deal with all the ups and downs in this kind of relationship and 'that's how strong your love is,' 'go ahead.' Just remember the outcome will include someone getting hurt. Whether it be the wife or you, someone will have 'heartburn'. And NOBODY likes 'sleeping with a broken heart'...or an empty bed! So go into it with your eyes wide open, no expectations from the guy and if possible a lock on your heart.

In my case, I have no regrets for the affair, no regrets for falling in love with him, and no regrets for finally doing what was best for me - giving him up. Sometimes 'when you really love someone' it's your only choice. I will love him for the rest of my life, even though it means being miserable without him. He'll always have a part of me because I learned so much about myself through what we had together. I learned what I want and don't want out of a relationship and a mate. I learned how to know the difference between a casual and meaningful relationship and how to deal with each accordingly. I learned how to pick myself up in the aftermath of heartache and I'm better for it because now I know what love is...and what it's NOT. I HAD to let him go so he could live his life the way he feel he needs to. At least until he finds that his girlfriend is no longer giving him everything he requires out of a relationship...or a woman. My prayers are with him.

This was written to give a bit of insight into this kind of relationship, not to influence anyone into doing or not doing it. It's simply a guide, a 'wake up' call and a cautionary tale of sorts, from my point of view, after being there and doing that. Because we outnumber men radically, most of us will most likely end up sharing a man (especially in college! LOL!)...most of the time without our knowledge. But if you ever find yourself in a situation where you are AWARE "your" man is spreading the love around, take it from me, cut your losses and cut HIM...loose too! LOL! Any man who can't give all the love he has in his heart (or in his pants!) to ONE woman faithfully, he doesn't deserve the love you possess in your heart OR IN YOUR PANTS! You're worth more than that 'wreckless love' and any man you're with should echo that very sentiment.

Ecstasy - An Erotic Poem...

Ecstasy - An Erotic Poem...

Thinking of you makes me touch,
Slow circles, some pressure, too much.
My fingers just seem to know how,
To gimme much pleasure right now.

My heart beat quickens, my breathing's fast,
I change it up often so sensations will last.
Harder and faster, I increase the pace,
The pleasure I feel just shows on my face.

My lower body tingles, my muscles so tight,
Release of this frustration is almost in sight.
Muscles spasm, my body jerks,
And this is how an orgasm works.

My body relaxes, sex juices splash out,
I lay there satisfied, wet, hot and worn out.

If you could see it, you'd have to agree,

My fingers know the way right to ecstasy.

The Make Up Test - An Erotic Tale...

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