The Plumber is a Hummer

Yes you read right, while I am still on the hunt for a regular shagger abi weytin I go call am, I found succour in the plumber that came to fix my taps last night. You see my tap has been dripping for a while and I ignored it until last night when the controls just failed to work at all. Emergency call out it had to be.

Knocks on my door. Older black male, not particularly striking stands there looking at me. At this point I never sin yet. Then he walks...my God he walks into my living room and I could feel the lump in my throat. That guy has the sexiest swagger ever. At that point I started to calculate. Honest I didnt think there was a chance for any banging sessions that night. I just thought a little flirting, exchange of numbers and date for another day.

He goes to the kitchen to start work and I asked to make him tea which he obliged. I started an idle chatter about how lucky I felt that he could come out that late, a little about me and him and ish. He finishes too soon and I felt a stab of disappointment but not to be outdone I asked if he wasn't in a hurry that I could make him more tea. Plumber mumbles some rubbish about it being cold anyhoos so he may as well stay and warm up a bit. Bingo! I put the kettle on, went straight to my room and put on my Pyjamas. Now I didnt wanna appear too obvious so I chose something modest, however I took out my bra and just wore the almost see through shirt. My nipples where erect obviously cos of the cold and when I came out of the room I could see him starring straight at them. Check!

I go on to the kitchen and deliberately spilled the milk. My ouch! was enough to bring him bolting into the kitchen, grabbing the tea towel and dabbing at my hands to wipe off the milk. That was when my sinful side switched on...oh the feel of his hand on my skin was enough for me to throw caution to the wind and I grabbed his neck and gave him a mouthfull of kiss. He responded hungrily as if we had spent months planning this encounter. He lifts me right up from the floor, placed me on the cabinet and slipped his fingers into my already wide open thighs. He was suprised at how wet and eager I was already. He felt his finger round my clit then slipped it into my skirting pussy, he circled round as if he was looking for my G spot and as I was moaning softly, he brought out his fingers and licked my cream off it.

At this point he tore off my shirt, took one of my boobs in his mouth and sucked it like his life depended on it. He then removed his pants, parted my legs and slipped his perfectly rigid dick into me. I moaned in pure pleasure while he gently rocked away holding me tight and asking me how I wanted to be fucked. I melted right in his embrace unable to speak coherently and before I could say Jack Robinson, a wave of intense pleasure coursed through my body and sent me shivering in delight. That seem to do the trick for him too as at that moment he grunted convulsively, pulled out his dick and his sperm spilled right into my face and kitchen walls.

Guess where I am now? On my bed wondering if I just shot myself in the foot. He didn't use any protection and I may well be on my way to an early grave now. I wait 3 months to do my HIV test and I hope to God its negative.

Selfish Sexual Act

What exactly is wrong with some guys. The only one thing a guy is good for is to make a girl reach heaven sexually, everything else is bullshit. So if there's any guy out there who cant step up to the occassion, I am sorry to say that you're not fit to be a man. Simple and no story.

I am really angry right now because my latest squeeze is just that. We met after a drunken night in a club. I am a girl of plenty sense so I will not give a guy a free smooch whether I'm drunk or my faculties are wide awake. What Dee got instead was my number and once he called the following day we moved swiftly to action.

He was a good looking bloke so on his way to get me I was already fantasising of how I was going to fuck his brains out. My first dissapointment came when Dee refused to respond favorably to my world famous 'deep throats' that often sends other guys gasping for air in pure delight. My head did a few calculations? What the hell is going to please this guy. I decided to bless him with my 'sitting on top' style which was a guaranteed to do the trick but he had other plans up his sleeves.

He moved me down, propped up my bare ass and slammed into me with his ram rod. The sensation was good at first but then this guy started to pound away like those Iyas in Akerele pounding yam in a mortar I began to yelp in pain. I am not a flipping wood, you pounding into some tissues right there man and it hurts. Just as I was about to tell him to get the hell up, he shuddered and deposited his goods.

That was it? Guys you needed to see my face. I consoled myself saying the first sex is hardly ever memorable anyway so I made a mental note of what to do next time came. The next time came, and another and another and I just realised that this guy was just a pounder. All he does is slam in a couple of powerful thrusts and before I know it he's eyes are rolling. Show over.

All those looks and big tool for nothing. Dee has no clue how to pleasure a woman. He is no man someone put a gun to his forehead, please. I hope he never calls me again because I'm going to call him names he's never been called in his life. I'm on the hunt for a capable man. Wish me luck people.

In The Beginning There Was SEX!

He wasn't the cutest, but he was undoubtedly one of the cutest guys I've met. My one big weakness is a good looking bloke with long eye lashes. Get me a pole somebody, I need to steady my weak knees.

We met on the internet. You see I pick my men from anywhere and everywhere. We chatted until the wee hours of the morning and then decided to meet up later in the day. He came over to mine and it was lust at first sight. We went out to fill her appetites and retired to his flat. He put on Justin Slayer and we humped. This guy was a pro. I will call him Lee. 

Lee knew all the angles and right places and he had unmatchable stamina. He lifted me up, held me tight and fucked me. I always pride myself as a woman of ample sexual experience but with him I was a complete novice. In the end I had to beg him to spare me. Well he left me for the time being and I ended up spending my weekend at his. I got to work the following Monday, dreamy eyed and disheveled.

I fell in love. My biggest undoing.

Haaaaaaa

I've carried this dark fantasy with me for a long time. To suck another woman's boobs, what will it be like? I day dream about the day I'd feel another female's skin, warm next to mine, caressing and licking if possible.

I got my wish but it was disappointing. I only enjoyed it for a fraction of minute, well maybe because the boobs were just too large. What do men see in women with massive cowbells? By God I couldn't even handle the stuff. My hands, and I've got rather big ones for a female, kept slipping away. It didn't help too that she didn't have the smoothest of skins. It felt like I was licking the rashes off her breasts and I was gonna draw back if not for her moaning. She was clearly having a ball.

I felt cheated I must say, I have rather nice titties. My best assets they are and I know she on the other hand would have been in heaven just sucking at them. 

She kept tugging at my panties, seeking out my clitoris and in my head I was praying that she gives up because of the awkwardness of our intertwined bodies.

Oh well in the end it was over. My fantasies all blown in a second of clumsy passion. 

Would I go there again? Oh yes! But this time I will find me some better titties!