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Ladies, have you ever had it so good it left you sex drunk?  Check out my latest adventure …

Even before he came over, we’d agreed to have a chilled evening just watching TV and cuddling.  We’d both had pretty rough days at work and agreed that all we really wanted was to relax in each other’s company.  After all, every visit doesn’t have to turn into scene from a porno movie, right?

After about an hour of cuddling on my bed, Royce* began to gently stroke my thigh.  He didn’t mean anything by it.  He was just being sweet.  My body didn’t take it that way, though.  Right away, I started to feel that familiar stirring between my legs.

I shifted my position a little, trying to get my mind back on the show we were watching.  But it was no use.  I was getting more aroused with each stroke.  As soon as he realized the effect he was having, his hand slowly began to creep higher and higher.

Right before he kissed me he whispered, “Let me just touch it a little.”

That voice of his, though!  Y’all, I’m telling you.  If he’d whispered “Let’s jump off a cliff” in that sexy voice, I’d be dead right now!

The minute his hand was inside my panties, it was over.  He knows I like a soft touch at first, so his thick fingers felt like a feather, slowly bringing my clit to attention.  Sighing, I closed my eyes, spread my legs wider and surrendered to his expert touch.

Then, just as I started to move my hips to encourage him to stroke a little harder, he stopped.  My eyes flew open, but before I could say anything, he kissed me deeply and said “I said just a little”.

“But,” I started to protest.

“Shhh …” he placed his moist finger on my lips.  “We’re just supposed to cuddle tonight.  Remember?”  Then he had the nerve to go back to watching TV like nothing happened!

Yeah, well two can play at that game.

I waited a few minutes before making my move.  Then, shifting my position, I slowly slid my hand into the waistband of his shorts.

Chuckling, he asked “What are you doing?”

“I just want to touch it a little,” I said in an innocent voice.

He was already at half-mast.  I wasn’t as gentle as he was.  He likes a firm hand, so that’s what I gave him.  In no time, he was like steel.

I climbed out of his arms and onto my knees.  This surprised him.  “I thought you said just a touch!”

“I did.  And now I want a little taste.  Okay?”  What was he gonna say, no?

He raised his hips so that I could slide off his shorts.  Then he grinned as I went in for my treat.

I sucked him vigorously, careful to stop every few minutes to lick and suck on his balls.  I went fast, then slow, and then fast again, really enjoying the taste of him.  And then, just like he’d teased me, I suddenly stopped.

“Wha…?” He was panting, now.  I quickly climbed back up and shushed him.

“I said just a little, remember?”  And then I plopped down beside him, picked up the remote and changed the channel.

“Oh, you wanna play, huh?”  His voice was low and a little menacing, as he rose to his knees above me.

Without warning, he ripped my panties right off my body.  It stung a little, but I was so shocked I barely noticed.  Then roughly spreading my legs, he leaned down and attacked my pussy with his mouth.

And I do mean attacked.  He wasn’t gentle, he wasn’t sweet … he was an animal!  Using his forearms to hold my thighs apart, he used both of his hands to spread my lips exposing my tender pearl.  Capturing it between his lips, he began licking me wildly.  The dual sensation of being sucked and licked at the same time was intoxicating!

Wincing from the intensity of his oral assault, I tried to back away and move up higher on the bed.  But he wasn’t having it.  Releasing my lips, he grabbed my hips and held me still.  I was no match for his strength.

Holding me captive, he didn’t let up, not even for a second.  And the sounds he was making!  They were more growls than moans.

It was no use fighting it, so I surrendered to his tongue.  As I relaxed into the frantic pace he’d set, he eased his grip on my hips just enough to let me to move with him.  He was pushing me towards a quick finish and I grabbed his head to steady myself for my explosion.

And then he stopped.

One minute I’m inches away from paradise and the next I’m looking up at his smug face, wet with my juices.  Frustrated, I reached down to touch myself.  I couldn’t help it.  I was too close to the edge to be denied.

But he was fast, roughly grabbing my wrists before I could even get close.

“Oh hell no,” he said.  “You don’t get to cum until I say you can cum!”  And before I could respond, he flipped me over onto my stomach.

“One of these days, you’re gonna learn not to play with me, Sophia.”  As he said this, he pulled my hips up so that I was on my knees.  Telling me not to move, he grabbed a condom and put it on so fast, he was behind me again in no time.

“But since you like games so much,” he continued as he shoved his thick dick inside me.  “I’ve got a new one for you.  I get to do whatever I want to you, but you don’t get to cum until I say so.  Understand?”

He was pounding into me so hard, I could hardly breathe, much less answer him.  He didn’t like my silence.  SMACK!  His hand slapped me right on my ass!

“I asked you a question, Sophia,” he growled.  “Do. You. Understand?”  He punctuated each word with a smack and a thrust.

Somehow I managed to mumble “Yes!”  And the pounding continued.  God it felt good!  Dropping my shoulders, I arched my back so that he could go deeper.  This is also the trick I use to better engage my clit and get me closer to orgasm.  But he knew exactly what I was doing.

SMACK!  “I said, you cum when I tell you to cum!”  SMACK!  “And I’m not ready to let you cum yet!”

Pulling out of me, he turned me over.  He was kneeling on the bed and turned my body so that his enormous cock was in my face.  He yanked off the condom and tossed it aside.  “Suck,” he said, holding the back of my head.  “Suck your dick!”

And so I did.  And I worked it, too.  I figured the better I made him feel, the sooner he’d give me the relief I craved.  As he moaned and thrust his hips, I tried to sneak and play with myself while he was distracted.  But he caught me.  He held onto my free hand while I used the other one to stroke him as I sucked.  He finally came a few moments later.

He held me tightly while he caught his breath.  While he basked in the afterglow of satisfaction, I was still so horny I couldn’t see straight.  But as hard as I tried to press my aching pussy up against him, he remained just out of my reach.

“You ready to stop playing games with me, Sophia?”

“You started it,” I reminded him.  “Talking about ‘a little touch’.  What did you think would happen?”

He answered me with a tender kiss.  Then he leaned down and began to gently suck my breasts.  And as wonderful as that felt, it only made me hornier.  I tried to nudge him lower.  It didn’t work.

Sitting up, he said “If my mouth is down there, I won’t be able to tell you when to cum.”  Grabbing another condom from the nightstand drawer, he had it on in seconds.  Then he gently nudged my thighs open and to my pleasant surprise, entered me with a nice, fat hard-on.

Then, propping himself up on his elbows, he began to drill into me with short, rapid-fire thrusts.  It felt so good, my eyes rolled into the back of my head.  Every few thrusts, he’d angle his hips differently and come at me from this angle or that, never losing contact with my clit.  But it was that spot he was hitting on the inside, though!  The sensations were so intense I couldn’t breathe!

Desperate for him not to stop, I grabbed his ass.  He shook his head.  “Uh-uh,” he said, never breaking his stride.  “No hands, Sophia.”  Somehow I knew that if I didn’t comply, he’d stop.  And I couldn’t let that happen.

So I clutched the sheets instead and prayed that he’d keep doing exactly what he was doing.  He didn’t disappoint.  With every fast or slow thrust, with every long or short stroke, he hit my spot like a pro.

Soon the pressure started to build.  I knew it was going to be a big one because it started at the bottom of my feet, moving its way up my body like a slow tidal wave.  My toes curled and my back arched.  And every single one of my nerve endings felt exposed and raw.

“That’s it,” he whispered.  “I can feel it coming.  Just hold on a little longer for me, Baby.  Don’t cum ‘til I say …”

“Please,” I moaned.  “I need to …”

“I know, Baby.  Just a little longer …”

Then he started rolling his hips and going even deeper … and harder.  Oh God, it felt exquisite!  And it was torture not to be able to let go.

Finally, in a strained voice, he showed me mercy.  “Okay … okay … cum for me, Sophia!”

The explosion was massive.  It tore through my body with such force it knocked the wind out of me.  And the relief was instantaneous … I felt so light and free, like I was floating in the clouds.

“You okay?”  When I tried to answer him, I couldn’t make my mouth form words.  My mouth was dry and I seemed to have lost control of my jaw muscles.  So I just nodded and mumbled something nonsensical.

“You must be sex drunk!”  He chuckled, pulling me closer in his arms.  And that was the last thing I heard as I drifted off to sleep.

*Royce isn’t his real name, of course.  I always change the names and a few details to protect the not-so-innocent.



He woke me up with his lips wrapped firmly around my clit.  I didn’t realize this right away though.  At first I was only aware of feeling deliciously erotic as I slowly regained consciousness after a long, deep sleep.  By the time I realized what he was doing my body was already responding naturally to this pure, uncut pleasure.

He was gentle … almost too gentle.  But it felt so good!  I almost didn’t want him to know I was awake for fear that he’d stop.  But he knew.  Without losing contact with my pussy, he glanced up at me and winked.  I smiled and relaxed, resolved to wring as much pleasure out of this as I possibly could.

But as he continued to suckle and manipulate my clit with his mouth, I slowly began to crave more.  I wanted him inside me … I needed to feel his weight on top of me.  But I know my man.  He won’t stop until I scream, so I settled back to enjoy this delicious morning treat.

And it didn’t take him to long to get me there, either.  With a little nudge of my hips, he began to lick and suck faster and harder.  And just when I began to feel that first flutter of an orgasm, he added his fingers into the mix.

Yes … right there … like that!

I’m not sure if I spoke out loud or if he could read my mind, because it just got better and better.  I grabbed his head to hold him in that exact position.  He was so compliant, allowing me to grind against his face harder and harder.  And then suddenly, my mind exploded into a million little stars, and I was flying to the moon!

I didn’t even get a chance to catch my breath before he was on top of me, cramming his enormous dick inside me as I slowly came back down to earth.

“Good morning,” he whispered, kissing me on my upturned lips.  I could taste myself on his mouth.

“Good morning to you,” I replied when he finally let me up for air.  I wrapped my legs around his waist to pull him closer, and when I did so, he closed his eyes and moaned.

I loved the way he rolled his hips in a nice, steady rhythm.  He was still being gentle, knowing that I’m sensitive down there after I cum.  But I could feel the urgency in his movements.  He was trying to restrain himself, but his need was mounting.  I appreciated his patience.

Finally fully recovered, I was ready for him to take me.  I was ready for him to let go and wrench his pleasure from my body.  I started to match each one of his thrusts with an even harder one of my own.  He moaned louder and began to pound into me a little faster.

This was better, but I could tell he was still holding back.  Grabbing my knees, I helped him shift his weight so that he could put my legs around my shoulders.  Now he was as deep inside me as he could possibly get, and it left me breathless.

“Go ahead,” I urged him.  “Take your pussy!”

That’s all he needed to hear.  Rising up onto his knees and using my thighs to brace himself, he started to pound his way to glory.  His groans sounded raw and wild, and I was just as loud.

I watched as he threw his head back in ecstasy, his eyes shut and his neck muscles taut.  He was getting close, which was a good thing.  His weight on my thighs was making it harder and harder for me to breathe.  But there was no way I was going to stop him.  Not when he was so very close to nirvana.

Somehow he managed to pound even harder, even faster.  And he angled his body towards me so that his pelvis hit my quivering clit hard.  It felt so good it almost hurt!

Now my own orgasm was building and he could tell.  Releasing one of my thighs, he used one hand to brace himself on the bed.  Then he started hitting it so hard, my own hips lifted off the bed with each thrust.  I grabbed his arms for support and couldn’t help it when my fingernails dug into his flesh.

He was frowning now, his face showing the strain of his exertion.  Sweat dripped from his forehead and mingled with my own.  His moans were more like growls and that just amped up my own ardor.  His dick felt so painfully good, tears formed in my eyes.

And then our eyes met … and suddenly we were in the exact same place: teetering on the edge of an abyss so deep it was almost scary.

I bit my lip as my climax began to take hold.  And as much as I wanted to keep watching him, I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore.  This was about to be a huge one, and I was powerless to stop it.

Just as my body exploded in pleasure, he let go, too.  I don’t know who screamed louder, me or him.  And then we were floating together in paradise.

It took us longer than usual to recover.  He held me so tightly in his arms, his heartbeat felt like my own.  We were panting and purring and whispering those little nonsensical words one whispers in these moments.  He planted sweet little kisses on my forehead.  I buried my face in his muscled chest and sighed contentedly.

And then the alarm clock went off signaling that it was time to get ready for work.  I really do love me some morning sex!


He likes when I get there before him.  I do, too.  I like the anticipation of waiting for him to arrive, taking my time to get ready for him.  I always arrange the lighting just so, turn on some romantic music and even add a spritz of his favorite perfume behind my knees.  In fact, the build up to our rendezvous always leave me a little breathless with excitement.

Sometimes, he gives me specific instructions to follow.  “Be naked,” he’ll say.  “And leave the door cracked so that I can just walk in.  I want you on your hands and knees in the middle of the bed.”

Once, he wanted me to greet him wearing only high heels and a blindfold.  Another time I surprised him and answered the door in a sexy bustier and thigh-highs.  And then there was the time he brought handcuffs!  That was really fun. 

This last time he knew exactly what he wanted.  He called me and said that he wanted me to “… open the door naked, and then fall to your knees and suck me!”

Otis* is one of my boyfriends.  Yeah, I have more than one.  But, I’m not sleeping with all of them.  Besides, you know me: I’m always safe and always honest.

Anyway, Otis and I hardly ever see each other.  He lives 2,000 miles away and only comes to town a couple of times a year.  Early in our relationship, we established a routine of meeting at nice hotels rather than my apartment.  In fact, he’s never even seen my current place and I’ve never seen where he lives, either.  We like it that way … it works for us.  Our entire relationship works for us.

We stay in touch regularly because we’re actually good friends.  He gives great advice about everything from work-related stuff to finances, to whatever man drama I happen to be going through.  But at least twice a year he comes to town and we get together, usually spending one or two nights on sexual lockdown in a nice hotel. 

This time when Otis arrived, I was shaking with anticipation.  Like he asked, I was completely naked when I answered his knock.  But before I could honor his other request and drop to my knees, he pulled me into his arms for a long, searing kiss. 

We kissed passionately for a few moments, unable to tear ourselves from each other’s arms.  It had been more than six months since we’d laid eyes on each other and I’d missed him.  And judging from the bulge in his pants, he’d missed me, too.

We finally ended the kiss and it was time to play my part.  I was a little nervous and fumbled a bit with his belt.  He helped me though, and in no time at all, I had him deep in my mouth. 

My nerves immediately settled once I started sucking him.  I was in familiar territory and knew exactly what Otis liked.  Within minutes he was moaning my name and reaching his peak.  Mission accomplished!  Now it was my turn.

I stretched out on the bed and waited for what was sure to be a treat.  For the past few weeks, Otis had been obsessed with going down on me.  He texted about it, he called me in the middle of the night about it (which always led to some pretty intense phone sex).  To hear him tell it, he couldn’t think about anything else!  Just that morning, when he called to confirm our rendezvous and give me my “instructions”, he said that as soon as I was done with him, he was going to spend hours just feasting on me! 

And he didn’t lie.  Without speaking a word, Otis joined me on the bed and went at me like I was his last meal.  And man, did he work it out, too!  He wasn’t just content to eat me the old fashioned way with me on my back.  No, he came at me from every angle! 

At one point, I was lying on my side, hanging off the edge of the bed, with one leg in the air.  I’m not even sure exactly where the rest of his body was, but I think it was behind me.  Anyway, his tongue was doing things to me that had me begging for mercy!  To this day, I’m still not sure exactly what happened.

I finally had to stop after having yet another explosive orgasm while sitting on his face.  I collapsed on the bed and told him “No more”!  I was covered in sweat, my thighs were still trembling, and I’m pretty sure I summoned every known deity in the universe.  But there’s just so much mind-numbing pleasure a girl can take!

We rested a while and finally had a chance to catch up with each other.  We chatted about our jobs, our kids (he’s divorced with joint custody), a few friends we have in common.  And then it was time to get back to the business at hand.

Here’s what I love about my rendezvous with Otis: we can go from casual conversation about report cards and driver’s training to wild and nasty sex in seconds.  And both are equally enjoyable. 

But he didn’t travel 2,000 miles and pay for that expensive room to chit-chat.  And six months without an Otis fix is just too long.  So we got busy.  Nothing too fancy this time, just good, old-fashioned, down ‘n dirty sex!

Otis has this way of wringing orgasms out of me no matter how exhausted I am.  The way my body responds to his touch, his voice … I swear that man can make me cum from across the room!  And I didn’t too badly either, if I do say so myself.  I had him screaming my name and begging for more.  In other words, we had fun!

We spent the entire weekend in bed, ordering room service every few hours to refuel and taking the occasional shower.  By the time we checked out on Sunday, we were both exhausted and sore, but sated.  Returning to the real world (he had to rush to the airport and I had to pick up my kid) wouldn’t be easy after a weekend of decadence, but at least we were smiling.

It might be another six months before I see Otis again, but it’ll probably take me that long to recover!

*Otis isn’t his real name, of course.  I always changed the names and a few details to protect the not-so-innocent!

The Golden Tongue: My Night With The Master SIZZLE WITH SOPHIA

Alright, y’all.

I’m gonna let you in on a little secret about cunnilingus: there is no perfect technique!  Yes, I know that some men swear by the “trace the alphabet on her clit with your tongue” trick.  But personally, that just gets on my nerves.  And of course, some men just flat out don’t know what the Hell they’re doing when they go down there.

But every woman is different!  What worked for his ex might make me want to kick him in the head!  And what works for me might bore his next girlfriend to tears.  No two women will respond exactly the same way to some “special” move.  The real trick is that a man must take his time and get to know what works for the woman he’s with NOW.  And ladies, it’s on us to make sure he knows this.

Let me share a story with you.  Years ago, there was this guy I knew who had a reputation for being amazing in bed.  Every woman who’d slept with him raved about him, from his huge cock to his go-all-night stamina.  But his real forte was performing oral sex.  He was said to be the master of pussy eating, with almost super-human abilities to bring women to multiple orgasms with his mouth and tongue.

I mean, I heard about this dude everywhere: over drinks, at bathroom sinks and huddled in the corners at parties.  Women said things like, “Girl, he made my pussy sing!”  Or, “He has the tongue of a god!”  Or my personal favorite, “Dude munches on the first date, and doesn’t stop until you’ve cum at least twice!”

One friend of mine referred to him as Captain Munch (like Captain Crunch, the cereal); another friend called him The Golden Tongue.  But most people called him The Master of Oral Sex, or The Master, for short.

Well, after hearing all these wonderful things, I just had to experience this oral demi-god for myself.  I was young, single and in the throes of sexual discovery.  I’d spent most of the summer hearing about his golden tongue and hey, I wanted my pussy to sing, too!

I finally got my chance at an end-of-summer party.  The huge house was crowded and the music was banging.  To calm my nerves, as soon as I arrived, I grabbed a drink: some kind of fruit-punch concoction that tasted sweet but packed a wallop.  Then, I began to stalk my prey.

He was easy to find, being the one guy surrounded by a gaggle of gorgeous women vying for his attention.  I’ll admit I almost gave up my quest.  His harem was filled with all the “pretty girls” and besides, I was getting plenty of attention from other guys.   But then I kept hearing all those voices in my head talking about multiple orgasms, singing pussies and his amazing golden tongue.  So, I kept my eyes on the prize.

I finally cornered The Master when he came out of one of the first floor bathrooms.  I knew this might be my only chance, so I moved in for the kill.  I walked right up to him and, acting drunker than I was, started talking to him.  From there it was easy.

“Isn’t there some place we can talk that isn’t so loud?”  I asked.  My eyes were all innocence, but I knew exactly what I was doing.  So did he.

We quickly headed upstairs and into one of the bedrooms.  I’ll admit my confidence waivered.  I was still young and hadn’t honed my seduction skills, yet.  But thanks to the punch, I had liquid courage pumping through my veins.  Besides, I hadn’t come this far to walk away.  I was in an empty bedroom with The Master and dammit, I was going to find out what all the hype was about!

Luckily, he took the lead and nature took its course.  We started making out, and his kissing technique was impressive.  Before long, my panties were off and he was trailing those fabulous lips down my body, headed right for my treasure.

“At last,” I thought, closing my eyes.  “Time to experience sexual nirvana!”

At first, he explored a little, testing my responses to this move or that one.  Then he settled into a nice, sensuous pace.  He clearly knew what he was doing.  But there was just one problem: it wasn’t working for me!

I mean, technically he was doing everything right.  His tongue was nimble and his lips were firm, just the way I like.  And from the sounds he was making, he was enjoying himself.

But, it wasn’t moving me!

Worried, I checked myself to see if maybe I was the problem.  Nope!  I was relaxed, confident and aroused … yet, I was no closer to an orgasm than when I first walked into the party.

The Master was intuitive enough to realize I wasn’t getting there, so we changed positions.  I sat on his face so I could set the pace.  But even that didn’t work.  Neither did him licking me from behind.  We tried everything and finally settled for some mediocre intercourse, after which he kindly used his hand to make me cum.  At least he was a gentleman.

What a let-down! I was beyond disappointed. Plus, I was a little embarrassed that I’d wasted an entire night chasing after some elusive orgasm from the mouth of a guy who was supposed to be an expert. Sure I’d climaxed, but not the way I’d wanted to. I had looked forward to some kind of out-of-body experience, and all I got was the same thing I could have gotten from myself.

I never told anyone what happened, so his perfect sexual reputation remained intact. After all, he really hadn’t done anything wrong. And his dick was huge, so that part of his mythos was true.

Besides, he was a nice guy. And whenever The Master saw me after that night, he was always very sweet to me. To this day, we remain friendly (well, we’re friends on Facebook, anyway).

What I learned from my lukewarm experience was there is no one sure-fire technique when it comes to eating pussy. Women are just too different. Yes, there are some basic do’s and don’ts; but for the most part, each woman has her own personal map to pleasure … it’s up to her partner to find it.

I’m sure that if I’d had a few more sessions with The Master, we could have made beautiful music together. Maybe his reputation had planted unrealistic expectations in my head. After all, how could he possibly know what I liked after just a few minutes of fumbling in a strange bedroom in a house full of people? Given those circumstances it’s no wonder my attempt to reach paradise failed so miserably.

Anyway, that night didn’t ruin cunnilingus for me. On the contrary, I went on to have plenty of amazing experiences receiving oral sex. And when it was exceptionally good (I’m talking earth-shattering, mind-numbing, make-you-drool kind of good), it was always with someone who’d taken the time to learn my body.

The pleasure of oral sex on a woman starts and ends with that woman. She has to know her body before she can receive pleasure from anyone else, oral or otherwise. She also has to be willing to help her man along … she just can’t send him downtown without any directions! She needs to guide him to her pleasure, gently allowing him to learn what she likes and dislikes.

So, the moral of the story is that the best technique for going down on a woman depends on that woman. A sensitive man will learn what works for his woman. And a self-confident, comfortable-in-her-own-skin woman will know how to enjoy this precious gift from her man.



In general, I don’t condone using sex as a weapon in relationships.  If that’s your thing, cool.  Do you.  But personally, I’m not a big fan.

I guess I’ve just never been one of those women who withhold sex as punishment for some petty infraction for which I’m going to forgive him anyway.  If a boyfriend commits a “break-up-able” offense like cheating, beating or stealing my money, I end the relationship.  I’m not saying it’s always easy, but those relationships always end.

But if a boyfriend does some of the petty things all men do in relationships, I just don’t see the point in withholding sex as punishment.  I may cuss him out and I may even stay mad at him for a while.  But, deliberately withhold sex?  What would be the point?  Why should I go without and suffer just because he did something stupid?

Well, Langston* and I had been fighting so much, I broke my own rule!  I held out for two weeks because he’d gotten on my very last nerve.  In hindsight, we were both equally to blame for our fighting, though.  I’d been more hormonal and bitchier than usual, and Langston had been under a lot of pressure at his job which made him cranky.

So we kept bickering over little stuff until two weeks ago we finally just decided to spend some time apart.  I suppose I could have spent time with one of my other boyfriends, but I missed Langston.  (Y’all know me, though.  I may date more than one guy, but I’m always safe and I’m always honest.)

Anyway, I finally decided to end our drought and put us both out of our misery.  Two weeks of pent up sexual frustration wasn’t doing either one of us any good.  From the few conversations we had, I knew Langston was as horny as I was.

So the other night I called him and invited myself over to his apartment.  He still sounded a little angry on the phone, but I didn’t care.  We’d gone without for long enough.  It was time for some good, old-fashioned “Make-Up Sex”!

He answered my knock wearing only a towel.  He’d obviously just gotten out of the shower because he was still damp.  I could even see the steam wafting through his apartment from his opened bathroom door down the hall.  My timing was perfect!

Langston’s a nice looking guy with a body that just won’t quit.  It took all my willpower not to just jump him right there at his front door!  He looked so hot standing there with tiny rivulets of water rolling down his buff, honey-colored body.  There was no shame in my game as I ogled him from head to toe, either.  The man looked good enough to eat, and I intended to enjoy a full meal.

When my eyes travelled back up to his face, I wasn’t surprised to see the grim expression there.  It had been a rough two weeks for both of us, and he was obviously still mad at me.  Still, he graciously invited me inside and led me directly to his bedroom.  Only the bedside lamp was lit, giving the room a warm, intimate glow.  We stood in the middle of the room and just stared at each other.

Langston’s body was tense.  While his arms hung loosely at his sides, his hands were balled into tight fists.  And by now, he had a pretty hefty hard on making a tent out of the front of his towel.  Now it was his turn to ogle me and judging from the way that tent expanded, he liked what he saw.

I knew I had to make the first move so I reached out and gently touched his chest.  I simply laid my palm on his cool, damp skin.  His muscles jumped from the initial contact, and I could sense a change in his breathing.  But other than that, he didn’t move.

I stepped closer to him.  And when I leaned in to inhale his clean, masculine scent, my body immediately reacted.  He smelled so good, and looked so sexy … the intensity with which he stared at me made him even seem a little dangerous!

Langston watched me warily.  I didn’t mind.  I didn’t want to just jump right into bed, anyway.  I actually liked the idea of slowly seducing my way back into his good graces.

“Can I have a kiss, Langston?”

“A kiss?”  He sneered.  “That’s all you want, Sophia?  A kiss?”

“For now,” I nodded.

I watched his lips move as he considered my request.  And I knew that what he really wanted was to throw me to the bed on my knees and take me hard from behind.  He was just pissed enough to make it hurt a little, too.

But, as thrilling as that sounded, I didn’t want that.  I wanted to soften things between us, no matter how horny we were.  Yes, we both needed the sex.  But I didn’t just want to fuck.  I wanted tenderness, too.

“So, can I?  Can I have a kiss?”

“Is that why you came to me tonight, for a kiss?  You should’ve stayed home if that’s all you wanted.”  His voice sounded strained.

Rolling my eyes, I told him “You know damn well I came here for more than a kiss!  I just want to start there, that’s all.”

“You want more?”  His eyes dropped to my lips.

“Yes.  I want more.”

“It’s been more than two weeks since we …” he paused and for the first time since I arrived, he seemed a little unsure of himself.  “I haven’t been with anybody else, either.”

“I know.”

“I don’t know if you can tell, but I’m more than a little on edge, here.”  Langston’s breathing was erratic now.

“I know you are.”

“I don’t want to be too rough and hurt you …” His voice was a little softer.

“I know.  And you won’t.”  I reached up and put my arms around his broad shoulders.  Langston is pretty tall, so even in my heels I had to stand on my toes.  “That’s why I want us to start with a kiss, Baby.  Please?”

Sighing, Langston leaned down and softly kissed me.  And it was sweet and gentle, just the way I wanted it.

But, as soon as our tongues met, sparks flew!

Moaning, Langston grabbed my waist and pulled me close as he attacked my mouth.  It would have been so easy to surrender to his passion, to give over to his demanding kisses and let him set the pace.  But if I wanted romance instead of a bang-fest, I’d have to stay in control a little longer.

I slowly ended the kiss.  Langston looked at me hungrily and leaned in for more.  But I stopped him with a gentle hand on his chest.  “Lie down, Langston.”

He only paused for a moment before complying.  With a small smile, he watched my reaction as he let the towel slide to the floor before climbing onto his bed.  And one look at that gorgeous cock had me licking my lips in anticipation.  It was so hard, it looked angry.  It seemed bigger than I remembered, and was thick and throbbing.

“You have too many clothes on,” he complained, reclining on his bed.  With his arms folded behind his head, his biceps bulged and my knees buckled.

“We’ll get to that in a minute,” I told him, tearing my gaze away from his muscles to meet his hungry eyes.  Kicking off my shoes helped cover the fact that I was so aroused I could barely stand anymore.  “First, I need to get me a little taste of what I’ve been missing.”

As I crawled onto the bed, he asked “You been missin’ me, Baby?”

“Oh yes.”

“Tell me what you’ve missed most.”

Kneeling at his side, I grabbed his thick, brown erection and said “I’ve missed everything about you, Langston!  And yes, obviously I’ve missed the sex.  But right now, the only thing I want is that giant dick of yours in my mouth.  Okay?”

Not that he would have declined my offer, but I didn’t wait for an answer.  I greedily took him into my mouth and then settled into the pleasure of sucking my man.  There’s just nothing like giving head to a guy who turns you on and who appreciates the effort.

Langston hissed with pleasure as soon as I started.  Then he moaned as I found a pace that worked.  Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that his arms were stretched out to either side, with his pillows tightly fisted in both hands.  I was glad it wasn’t my hair he was pulling like that.  But, I knew this first time would be fast and rough.  It needed to be.  In order for him to be gentle with me, we needed to take the edge off, first.

I quickened my pace, adding more tongue action and some moans of my own.  Langston loved it, and his moans got louder.  “Damn, Baby … that’s so good!”  I could tell by the tremor in his voice that he was going to pop soon.  Normally, I would have slowed things down and turned my attention to his balls and beyond.  But he needed to get off, so I kept at it, sucking harder with each stroke.

“Sophia, I’m close!” His voice was almost a growl, now.  I ramped up the suction and added even more pressure.  That’s when he finally grabbed my head and started thrusting his hips wildly.  He was just about there.  All I needed to do was bring him on home.

And so I did just that, moaning with him as he shot his load into my mouth.  Then I sat back and watched as his body continued to quake and tremble for a few minutes afterwards.

He pulled me into his arms as his breathing slowly stabilized.  He softly kissed my forehead, the tip of my nose and then my lips.  Then he looked into my eyes.  “Thank you,” he said quietly.

I smiled at him and said “You’re welcome, but we’re not done yet!”

Smiling, he agreed.  “We’re not even close to being done.  But why are you still dressed?”

“I want you to do it.”

“Do what?”  Clearly the blood hadn’t quite made it back up to his brain, yet.

“Undress me.”

“Your wish is my command!”  Now that’s a much better attitude!

And so, Langston slowly removed my clothes, kissing me where ever and whenever my skin was exposed.  When he finally took off my bra, he spent several minutes licking and sucking my tender breasts, careful to give my hard nipples plenty of attention.  I closed my eyes and gave over to the pleasure of his lips and tongue on my skin.

Then, he pulled off my panties and moaned when he finally saw his prize.  “Damn, I’ve missed you!”  He gently kissed the top of my mound.  My thighs trembled with anticipation as his kisses slowly ventured lower.  When he finally swiped at my aching clitoris with his firm, thick tongue, I gasped.

“What’s the matter?  Does it hurt?”  He looked so concerned.  I shook my head.  “You’ve just missed me, haven’t you?”  His voice was low and very sexy.  All I could do was nod.

Langston kissed and then licked me again, this time a little slower.  “You like that?” He asked.

Again, I just nodded.

“Good, ‘cause there’s a lot more where that came from!”  This time I didn’t even bother to respond.  I just surrendered to his masterful tongue.

Langston proceeded to lick, suck and nibble with the expertise of a cunnilingus connoisseur.  Knowing what I liked, he prolonged my pleasure into extensive, tantalizing minutes of pure bliss.  He worked me like a pro, bringing me right to the edge, and then pulling me back again.  Soon, I was begging for release.

I could tell when he was ready to let me cum because his tongue literally battered my clitoris into submission.  I clutched his hair and squeezed my thighs around his head.  His hair was still damp from his shower and it tickled.  It didn’t matter, though.  My destination was at hand and I was desperate to get there.

Finally, a powerful orgasm ripped through my body, making me arch my back and curl my toes.  Even to my own ears, I sounded like I was speaking in tongues.  But the relief felt so good, so complete I didn’t even care.

I was still panting with my legs shamelessly spread when I heard Langston grab a condom from his night stand.  I opened my eyes and watched as he rolled it on and crawled back between my legs.  Even though I was still tender, I wanted him inside me so badly I could taste it.

There’s nothing quite like that initial penetration, especially after having gone so long without it.  Yeah, I know two weeks isn’t really that long.  Lord knows I’ve gone much longer!  But that night, it felt like it had been a lifetime.

Having already released some tension, we were able to relax and take our time.  Our bodies fell into a natural rhythm and we rode wave after wave of pleasure together.  Langston has this thing he does when he’s on top where he angles his body a certain way.  It’s hard to explain.  But when he started that rapid-fire hip action at just the right angle, he sent me to the moon!

We ended up going at it two more times that night before finally falling into an exhausted sleep.  And I have to admit, even though I still don’t condone withholding sex during arguments, there is definitely something to be said for “Make-Up Sex”!

Now it’s your turn!  Share your “Make-Up Sex” stories here!  Come on, don’t be shy.  We don’t judge anyone here at Suzy Knew!

*You know the drill: Langston isn’t his real name.  I always change the names and a few details to protect the not-so-innocent!


By Sophia Ned-James

Let’s be honest, ladies.  Not every encounter with a coveted “crush” ends well.  Sometimes we build these guys up in our minds into the men of our childhood fairytales: a dashing Prince Charming with whom we’ll live happily ever after with just one kiss.  Our expectations are often ridiculously high – too high for any mortal man to reach.  And that’s why sometimes, it’s best if we just let our “crushes” remain just what they are: figments of our over-active imaginations.

Because often, even when we’re lucky enough to “get” our crushes, we end up disappointed.  How could we not be?  No one could possibly live up to the impossibly high standards we’ve set in our own minds.  And even when it isn’t a matter of expectation vs. reality, sometimes the guy just doesn’t measure up to even the most basic standards.

Has that ever happened to you?  You’ve been lusting after a guy because he seems perfect for you.  But you only know him from a distance or as a friend, so you can’t really get a read on how he’ll be romantically.  So you fantasize about him, creating different scenarios where you end up together, dreaming about what your kids will look like.  At the very least, you spend way too much time picturing all kinds of steamy, sexy encounters where he ravishes you with his enormous … um, equipment!

And then somehow … maybe by luck or some superior maneuvering on your part … you get your shot with him.  And you’re totally devastated to learn that he’s a horrible kisser with slimy hands and a teeny weeny … weeny!  Or he’s an immature jerk, or emotionally unavailable … you can pretty much insert any disappointing scenario, here.

Ugh!  What a letdown, right?  All that wasted time and energy, all those long nights fantasizing about him, and for what?  A great big nothing!  And you promise yourself that you’ll never get carried away with a crush again.

But here’s why we still pursue our crushes and remain hopeful, daydreaming and doodling his name like some besotted schoolgirl: sometimes, albeit rarely, a crush does turn into Prince Charming.  (Okay, maybe not Prince Charming, per se.  But you get what I mean.)  Sometimes the fantasy becomes the reality!

I was still in college and I’d had a crush on Simon* for about a year.  I never acted on my growing feelings for him because honestly, I thought he was out of my league.  Over the course of that year, we’d gotten to know each other pretty well.  In fact, he often turned to me for advice about his different girlfriends.  I was a good friend and always advised him according to what I believed were his best interests.  It wasn’t easy, though.  Watching him date other women while my feelings for him grew was more than a little painful.  But since I didn’t think I had a shot with him, I dealt with it.

I had my own share of dates and flings, so it wasn’t as if I were sitting at home pining for him.  But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t compare every guy I encountered to Simon.  And every single one of them fell short.

Anyway, after a year of lusting and fantasizing, I finally had my chance with my crush.  At the time, we were both between relationships and found ourselves alone in his apartment one Saturday night.  After a few drinks, I was thrilled to learn that Simon had been crushing on me for about as long as I’d been crushing on him!  I was on top of the world!

Then came that moment of truth: do we risk our great rapport by crossing the line from friendship to relationship?  What if we tried and it turned out horribly?  Or even if “we” worked for a while, what if we broke up later and ended up hating each other?

In the end, curiosity, lust and a little too much beer won out over caution, and we agreed to share our first kiss.  The sparks flew from the moment our lips met!  It’s many years later and I can honestly say that was the best first kiss I’ve ever shared with a man.  It was perfect … kissing Simon felt like home.

But should we go further, we breathlessly asked each other?  Yes, those first kisses were spectacular.  But maybe we should quit while we were ahead.  At that point both of us could have walked away unscathed and our friendship would remain unchanged.

I don’t know whose idea it was, but we decided to go into his bedroom.  “Let’s just lie next to each other on the bed and let whatever happens happen,” we said.  Ha!  I don’t think we were in his room for more than one full minute before we were both naked and going at it like rabbits!

If our first kiss generated sparks, our first sex-capades were positively nuclear!  I mean, we went at it all night long!  (Ah, youth!  What I wouldn’t give for that kind of stamina now!)

But it wasn’t just the fact that we did any and everything to and for each other.  Fuelled by youth, beer and pent up lust, we were like circus acrobats!  It was so much more than that, though.  In fact, it was honestly one of the most sexually pleasurable experiences I’ve ever had.

I think our strong friendship made it easier for us to tune into each other’s desires and responses.  We could reach other’s bodies well.  And because of our genuine respect for each other, we eagerly did what we could to please.  It was a truly unforgettable night that was the first of many unforgettable nights.

So that’s my story of a crush that had a happy ending.  Simon and I aren’t together today, but we are still friends.  Our relationship only ended because our lives after college took us in different directions emotionally, professionally and geographically.  It’s all good, though.  Like I said, we’re still friends.

And that’s why I still believe in crushes.  Yeah, a lot of them turn out to be huge disappointments.  But every once in a while, you encounter a crush like Simon …

*Nope, Simon isn’t even close to his real name.  You know the rules: I always change the name and a few details to protect the not-so-innocent!

The Marathon Sex Session: SIZZLE WITH SOPHIA

I know I joke a lot about my several “boyfriends”.  Even though I don’t sleep with all of them, I enjoy an active dating life!  However, I’m always safe and always honest.  That doesn’t mean I don’t value committed, monogamous relationships, though.  On the contrary, I believe that making love in a committed relationship is one of the most beautiful things in the world!  I may be single now, but I remember what it was like to be deeply in love.

One of my longest relationships was with Julian**.  Sadly, our relationship ended (my fault, not his).  But when it was good, it was very, very good!  When things were at their best between us, our souls seemed to be cosmically connected.  We were so in synch it was like we breathed for each other!

I know it sounds crazy now, especially since we’re no longer together.  But back then, we were a perfect fit, as if we were made to be together.  And I believe the sex was so good between us because of that deep connection.

Just today, I was thinking about this one night with Julian which I would later refer to as “The Marathon”.  Actually, it was the first of many such nights.  But I remember this one clearly.  It started out as an innocent goodnight kiss that quickly turned into one of the most intense nights of my life.

Here’s what happened:

Julian wrapped himself around me from behind, and I could feel him harden as he pressed into me.  Before long, I turned around and pulled him into my mouth, taking in every essence of him.  I always loved having Julian in my mouth … I loved his taste, the way his skin felt on my tongue, everything!

As I kissed, licked and sucked him, he began to caress my whole body. As much as I loved sucking him, Julian he loved my ass.  Obsessed, he could never quite get enough of it!  After rubbing it, spanking it, and inserting as many fingers as I could stand, he grabbed me and politely, but firmly sat me on his face.   In this Sixty-Nine position, Julian began to lick me as only he could from one end to the other.  I still had him in my mouth, and we stayed this way long enough for me to cum twice.  I trembled as I brought his face deeper and deeper into me.

When he rolled me over to mount me from behind, I remember begging him to take it.  Then just like that, with his fingers in my wet spot, he took me anally.  It hurt so good as I rode that wave where pleasure meets pain!  We moved together as I took him deeper and deeper. It was amazing!  He fit me like a glove and I loved when he put me on!

This is where things got wild because we didn’t stop after that explosive orgasm.  We began an erotic cycle that continued for hours. He’d pull out to watch me suck him again while he stimulated me with his fingers.  Then he’d pull me right back onto his face and lick and suck me like a starving man, going from back to front and back, again.

Meanwhile, I licked every inch of him and let him cum down my throat.  Then he mounted me again, somehow maneuvering magically between his two favorite places, using his fingers to please the alternate spot simultaneously.  I was dizzy with pleasure, never wanting it to end!

At one point, I remember begging Julian to control me, take me and use me for his every pleasure!  He happily obliged, but never stopped stimulating me.  I don’t remember a part of my body that didn’t feel his tongue, his caress.  The man simply pleasured me to tears!

We went on like this for hours.  I remember my alarm clock going off at 6 am, realizing that we’d been at it all night!  We honestly tried to stop so that I could get ready for work, but we just couldn’t.  Covered from head to toe in each other’s juices, we kept at it, doing it again and again.  We only stopped for bathroom breaks.

As he pulled me onto his face again, I noticed the time.  Now it was 7:30, and I still couldn’t stop.  I completely lost control and rubbed against his face and tongue with the speed of a race horse.  The faster I moved, the harder he grabbed and the deeper his tongue went.  Once again, I cried it was so good.

We finally ended the way we began, with Julian spooning me from behind.  This time, as he gently slid into me, we knew this would have to be the last time.  We both had to go to work, though he went in later than me.  We gently rocked in unison, slowly building towards what was sure to be another big finish.  I was so aroused that every single nerve ending seemed to be exposed.  Even feeling his warm breath on the back of my neck drove me closer to paradise.  With him lodged deep inside me and with his fingers stroking me, I fell first.  I quivered as he continued to thrust faster and faster, until finally he came, too.

I was an hour and half late for work that day, but didn’t care.  I’d experienced one of those rare nights of magic eroticism that changed me forever.  Julian and I did more than make love that night, we truly became one.

Julian’s married to someone else now, and seems quite happy.  I’ll bet he remembers that night, though.  I know I always will.  “The Marathon” was quite unforgettable.

*W.W.A. inspired and contributed heavily to this story.  Gotta give credit where credit is due.  Thank you, W.W.A.!

**Not his real name.  I always change the names and a few details to protect the not-so-innocent! 

SIZZLE WITH SOPHIA: Getting Something ‘Different’ At Home

I had a great conversation with my favorite boyfriend the other night.  Yes, I have more than one boyfriend.  But don’t judge me.  I’m not sleeping with all of them … yet.  It’s just that I haven’t found Mr. Right yet, and I like dating.  Besides, I’m always safe, and I’m always honest.

Anyway, Armand* is my favorite because of the great sex and great conversation.  He’s cute and funny and keeps me on my toes.  And we’ve known each other for years and are good friends both in and out of the bedroom.

So after round one the other night, Armand and I were basking in the afterglow when he asked “Is there anything I could have done that would’ve made that better for you?”

The question came out of the blue, so I had him repeat it.  He did and then said “I know you enjoyed yourself, Baby.  I just want to know what else you’d like to try.”

I hesitated, worried about that fragile male ego I’ve always heard about.  And anyway, Armand is a very good lover.  He’s patient and considerate.  He’s got mad skills.  And hey, if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, right?

Then I really thought about it.  Sex with Armand isn’t boring by any means.  But like most couples who’ve been together awhile, we’ve pretty much seen each other’s best moves.  I know I’d certainly exhausted my bag of tricks.  So it’s not that we needed to improve our sex-capades, but even the best routines need to be tweaked now and then.

After some thought, I mentioned a couple things that intrigued me.  Then I threw the question back to him.  What followed was one of the most honest conversations about sex I’ve ever had!  We opened up about fantasies and curiosities we’d never shared with anyone.  There was no judgment and nothing was off-limits!

Armand and I even talked about how to make the things we already do even better.  We broke it down with “I love it when you do this”; “I used to like that, but not so much anymore”; and “Next time we do so-and-so, can we try adding …?”  We got specific.  We got graphic.  We even went so far as to take each other’s hand and say, “Not here, but right here.”

By the time we were ready for round two, we were hornier than ever.  The sex was hot and intense!  Just tweaking a few moves here and there made it so much better.  And those fantasies we’d mentioned?  Let’s just say I added to my bag of tricks big time that night!

It was like being with a new lover, but with the comfort and familiarity of an old friend.  After all this time, we were still able to surprise each other, and it was incredible!

The fun lasted all night, too.  The next day, I was sore and exhausted.  And I don’t even have to tell you how wrecked my hair was.  I didn’t care, though.  My bad hair and limp were totally worth it.

This experience helped me to realize that all couples should check in with each other sexually.  It doesn’t have to be every day or even every month.  But every now and then these kinds of talks need to happen.  Tastes change, new desires develop and fetishes evolve.  As we experience and learn new things, our feelings change.  It only makes sense that over time, what we’re “into” sexually will change, as well.

Admittedly, these conversations aren’t always comfortable.  They require trust and openness, and a complete lack of judgment.  But these talks are necessary so that things don’t get stale and no one gets bored.

I’m not saying that having this kind of conversation will necessarily stop infidelity, though.  A cheater is going to cheat regardless.  But one reason often given for infidelity is sexual boredom.  Guys say it all the time.  “My wife won’t do this”, or “I could never ask my woman to do that.”

That’s ridiculous!  Have you ever asked your woman if she would do this or that?  She might surprise you!  Give her a chance and she might just pull some new tricks out of her bag that will make you scream!

Anyway, if a couple stays in touch with each other’s desires and fantasies, they’d have fewer reasons to stray.  Why seek something different elsewhere when you can get something different at home?

Ladies, if you want to make sure your man is happy with your sex life, you need to ask some questions.  You might not like everything you hear, but you might also learn something you need to know.

Your man may want to try some new things, but he’s worried about shocking or offending you.  So, he says nothing but he keeps fantasizing about it.  Soon, that fantasy becomes an obsession.  And the next thing you know, he’s looking elsewhere to scratch that itch.

Your guy needs to know that you’re available to scratch whatever itch he has, and that that he can act out his fantasies with you.  Who knows?  His fantasy may get you off, too.  But you’ll never know if you don’t talk to each other.  Remember, even the most intuitive couples can’t read each other’s minds.

Not only did Armand and I find new ways to enjoy each other, we also fine-tuned some of our regular moves.  We’ve both changed over the years, but at least now we’re on the same page.

So ladies, don’t be afraid to have this conversation with your man.  Don’t be shy, either.  Besides, it’ll give you a chance to let him in on a few things you’re interested in trying.  The way I see it, having this talk is a win-win for everyone!

*Names and details have been changed to protect the not so innocent.