We met up on a warm day, in an airy café, sequel to an online encounter. The plan; to dip into some hot spicy wings. A plan we soon abandoned as the heat between us rose to a searing level. Ours was a savage attraction, born of common political passions. Primitive needs that sought each other out. ‘ Love’ in surprising places. That was what we found. And we weren’t shy to rip out our hearts each to the other. I bled, he lapped, I was empty, tipping, he leaned and poured his contents into me. And I was filled. Levelled..wanted more. So yes, we couldn’t finish these hot spicy wings, they would have to wait. He asked if I knew what he was thinking, and girl, the glint in his eye, the dart of his tongue, the flex of his temple muscle…yes, I knew. And yes I wanted to. So we headed to his house, he had it laid out neat. My army kid had it going raw, edgy, classy,;). Petals on the floor, silk on the bed, champagne in a bucket, incense in the air, and when he ripped my blouse off, the feel of clean lace and tender flesh made him hiss. I was warm, plaint, eager, quivering on a mere kiss. His teeth needy on my skin, his fingers kneading my desire to a sick pulp. Then he leaned me against the window pane, my bum sat pretty, my legs wrapped around his waist, head thrown back,…I begged him to take me. And he did, in one smooth, sweet, fluid move. He filled me, stretched me to my hilt, I gasped and screamed at the surprise of his member; large and unfettered. Our bodies were made to please each other and we let go and rocked till my legs couldn’t hold. I convulsed and collapsed against him, an exhausted heap. He laid me on the bed, spread me out, dipped his finger into me, let his tongue suck on my clit like a drone to an oil well. Spread me out like a sacrifice…
Then he mounted me ,my smooth faced gelding. we went like a tornado, fighting to hold back the shattering moment. Till he sought my lips, and hung tight for dew. I let him in, hunger was our motivation, mutual savagery our driving force. Then I think one of us farted and we both burst out laughing… He eased himself out of me. Slowly… I moved off the bed, he smacked my ass, I headed for a bottle of water, returned with that ‘purple kush’, handed him a lighter, turned on some soul, raised the curtains and sat indulging facing each other in silence.
Next moves on our minds, the dim room and the sweet, heady scent of our coupling all around us…desire slowly building. He starts to trace the area between my boobs downwards, I see his member nod and bob, his smile lazy and wicked. My Lolita started to pool again…I ‘love’ this frontier king. He came hungry, and i, willing and we had all night. Nuong
17 comments On Guest Contributor – Purple Tussle
Hahahah ‘then i think one of us farted and we both burst out laughing’ … gosh wat wld i do if i farted in the midde of sex. Hahahaahahaha
Intense!!! I wonder why women are so insecure about farting…. you’re bent over in front of me as we screw, I don’t assume your butthole is a candy dispenser…. maybe it just highlights deeper issues…. anyways, happy holidays people and a splendid new one to us all
@ Korkor, lol you’ve never farted during sex? hmmm, don’t worry, the day you do, neither you nor your partner will die ok?
@ Malaka: At first glance, I thought it was a true story so I asked myself why have I never met a man who’s put petals on the floor for me, then I started thinking that it’s fictional but your good writing skills made it seem real. Fiinally I’m confused because I can’t tell if this is a real story or not….
“spread me out like a sacrifice…”
Very true story. We both talked about what we liked before we met. But we left it open to mistakes since we are new partners and all. But yes, he paid attention. And I am going back a million times!
@ekuba – my dear i have a quite endowed ass. I explode in giggles when i fart all by myself. Dat guy no go take dash me oooo. Hehe aish
Loved this story. Thanks for sharing Purple Tussle. Keep ’em cumming 😛
lol Korkor, I had no idea that you were an official member of the BBC (big butt club). I myself have been an active member for several years, lol. Eii, so having a big ass affects farting? saa, I didn’t know o! lol. Any other members of the BBC out there? 🙂
@ Purple Tussle:omg so it’s real? It reads like a beautiful romance story. mmmhmmm, if I were in your shoes I”d keep going back too.
@purple tussle – if i find the man who will spread flower petals, i swear i’ll stalk him forever! Lucky u!
@ekuba – yes i have been an active member since i was a teenager.#team BBC. The big ass gives the fart some rhythm bi charley. At least for me. Kinda funny. It’s always a comic relief at home when my mom lets it out. She’s team double BBC
@agya – i’m intentionally ignoring ur comment about not wanting to fart during sex being an indication of deeper issues wai.
@Ekuba, I think the secret was in several long, uninhibited conversations. Always give hints on how you like it.
I remember mentioning down to the dim lights. And well he had his wants too to which I paid attention. Eg..beads and Lacey underwear and ‘bald shaves’
All the romance is as a result of extra emotion.
@korkor, I doubt he will do it everyday. And you have got me looking at big asses and wondering how they fart! Mine is small bi p3. It isn’t African at all. Sad.
@Agya and everyone. thanks for enjoying it.
That ‘Candy dispenser’ comment has made my day!
Beautiful story PT!
Candy dispenser indeed – “popopopopopopopooooooorrrrrhhhhhh!”
@purpletussle ooh small ass too no be bad. Charley me i fart with rhythm and skill too hehe
This is just so real
how come all the guys all your story lines seem to have gargantuan goods…it makes some of the average ones like me feel sad..hehehe…good piece tho
Solja boy, sorry but I swear I love goods. Small too is okay but I don’t want to find out.