From Her Perspective: Bumble Bee

uh NOTE: Bumble Bee is my current main, but by no means are we committed to one another. She is a blogger, as in she has her own website(s), so I asked her to write something from her perspective. It was originally over 2,800 words so I had to cut it down, but if you’d like to read the full unedited thing, I included a link to it below the entry.

I swear fantasizing about this man is ridiculous. Throughout various moments of my day, I think about if and when I get to see him. Of course he tells me I get more of his time then any others right now, but that’s not totally soothing, yet I’ve learned to accept it because even after I realized the FULL truth about him…I’m still here. I don’t care about the other chicks because there’s no competition to me. Not to say they don’t have any worth, but I refuse to fight for something that also fights back with me on how much of his heart he’s ready to let me access.

Something about when he’s around me seems to make it hard to focus on his face because I’m too busy trying to occupy his private space with my face. I remember we were at the movies and it was something I had already seen and wasn’t interested in seeing it again, but since he forced (lol) the movie on me, I decided I was gonna enjoy it. Make the best of every moment ladies, that’s my motto. So what my silly self do? I lay my head in his lap and ask if I could tongue kiss it. He told me I know the right things to say, but I don’t think he thought I was really going to do it. Silly rabbit, tricks are for kids. Why get something from the concession stand when he was my soft drink; sucking on his straw…waiting on the fluids to rise and quenching my thirst. I started tracing it with my hands while I unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzip his pants and pulled out a snickers that I’ve never been so happy to place on my tongue. (mentally thinking about how he says I don’t have a gag reflex…that’s funny). Though needless to say he was gripping my ass and squirming and close to making too loud reactions so he said I had to stop. I kept going for a second but then I figured the jacket that was covering enough where you could see my head but couldn’t tell what I was doing…i probably should because he let out a moan that shocked me. He might not have been able to cum at that moment but atleast I made him feel good and that’s my goal. I’m still gonna get on it and make him cum AS SOON AS THAT MOVIE WAS OVER AND WE ARE SOMEWHERE THAT HE CAN HOWL AT THE MOON!

I know one day we seemed to be letting each other go and then he asked me to come to his job for a makeup hug. He had already deleted my number, so I took that to mean not to expect anything but a nice conversation about caring for one another and being friends. Then he pulled a cat out of the hat…literally…my kitty out my clothes. Okay, I’m slightly fronting. He asked me could he lick on my clit and I was thinking “why he wanna tempt himself. he is not going to get the pussy. we are gonna remain friends dammit.” Yet after he had me on that office desk having me close to a climaxxx and I’m mistakenly pressing buttons on keyboards and printers (smh) he drew back and grabbed his pants. I ain’t never seen an erection bulge out of a pair of pants so evident. I mean it looked like a rocket was set to launch out into space but it ended up in my “space” minus the “sp” and adding an “f”.

Now he know he was wrong for that. I tried my hardest not to and he ended up grabbing me up and sliding inside of me. Ever seen a grown woman exhale after she realized everything is going to be okay? Makes no sense. So there we are with me on his hips bouncing, then I ended up bent over the desk with him grabbing my hair and smacking my ass and I damn near passed out. BTW…have you ever had sex by a computer and started gripping the closest thing around? Instead of ripping sheets your ripping into keys and balling up paper. LOL! I had to taste it before he exploded so while I was throwing it back, I stopped and spinned around and dropped low so I can dive my head into his pot of gold. He grabbed my head and I think he forgot which lips he was thrusting inside of, but I LOVE IT LIKE THIS! Choke me with it, Daddy! Another motto. Then he pulled me back up and turned me back around and slid back inside talking about how wet I was. Truth is, he keeps me this wet. I’m sure other chicks can testify to it. If not, I MUST BE SPECIAL because whatever it is about him, there’s a puddle to step into everytime he’s around so by the time he touches it, it’s ready for him to swim in.

Lately he’s gotten to where he seems not to be able to fake when he’s about to bust a nut through my back or out my mouth through the passage of my coochie. He just pushes me off him or tell me to stop cheating or something. It’s adorable. It arouses me even more so I continue to bounce and grind on the head until HE cheats and drills me. I swear I can feel him caressing my navel and knocking at my chest cavity. He’s a deadly weapon when he’s full force hard and the blood is rushing making him thicker. It’s an unlucky, yet lucky feeling that’s he usually that way…atleast with me. I be having to catch myself from screaming out “I LOVE YOUs” because he be killing it and when I grab the back of a man’s neck an in position then that means I’m starting to feel the passion in my heart. I’m so soulful, and when he’s slow grinding from the back while my legs are closed gribbing and spreading my ass apart………..It’s like heaven……If it ain’t love I feel, then someone tell me what it is because if it was anything else…he would’ve last this long because the things I tolerate of him…I don’t of any others in my past whether I’ve sexed them or not.

Just the other night, we were layin with each other and getting it in when the neighbor texted me and said “for once, it’s not sex I hear”. He’s always saying something to me about my sexcapades with Undresser. Literally, my neighbor know his guvment name better then chicks that Undresser runs into…LOL. He tells me that it used to be a time where he could sleep…now when he comes home and sees Undresser’s car, he says he might as well prepare himself to hear me getting it in throughout the night and morning. HAHA! He even was disappointed that he had a chick over one night and he was waiting for me to have Undresser over so we could battle BUT he said Undresser car never came that night. How childish! Undresser said something about it reminded him of a blog about Room Wars. Been meaning to read that since he mentioned it. I barely read his blogs because I don’t like it when he starts to speak to passionate about being with someone else. I navigate away from the blog when it starts to get that way. LOL! Hey, whatever…I’m REAL!

Other then these great moments in the car, in the park, in my other house in an upstairs room, at work, in a place we should’ve been, in the movies, etc. with handcuffs, whipcream, cameras, video cameras, head with gum in my mouth, etc. we still have better ones talking to each other and getting to know each other while sitting up in the sunshine or laying down at moonrise. I’ve come to where I’ve accepted his mains, and randoms, and all that other BS because essentially, he’s not ready for me. Not the kind of female that I am. Not yet, but he can’t be surprised if I up tell him “Daddy’s home”. Undresser does not equal Daddy. He’s my ex and bestfriend but he’s the closet willing decision (from a guy) to my heart and I shall not settle for the kind of title Undresser feels is a good title to have based on what he usually gives out. So when I come to the conclusion that “Daddy’s home” then that’s the day Undresser holds no power over me. Not just my pussy, or “box” but everything else that makes up “ME” that he seems to have access to. Not to say I want that day to happen, but if he’s not trying to have ONLY me, then he can’t be surprised when the fun run is over. Blame yourself.

If you would like to read the blog entry in it’s entirety, just click the Page 2 link right below this

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Author: The Undresser

Black, Single, and Not Looking. Enjoys grilled salmon, cold glasses of water, and grocery shopping at Meijer. Likes women with nice ass to waist ratios, Reese Cups, and watching Real Time with Bill Maher. Dislikes cigarettes, littering, and disobedient children.

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