She Keeps It Fresh
Women often ask me if I get tired of basically having sex everyday and my answer is always no. “My sex drive needs a chauffeur” – Jay-Z. As long as our first session didn’t start until 2 a.m. in the morning, in which case I’m DEAD after one, I’m ready to get it in as long as she can get it up. What I am growing tired of though, is “just because” sex; that’s sex with women that I’m not really interested in beyond sex. I’ve found that the women I actually care about, the ones who I like to hang out with when I’m not horny, are the ones I have the best sexual experiences with. Fortunately for me, she’s good on my arm and even better on my d*ck. If my sex drive is an Aston Martin, hers is a Bugatti. Shit, we belong on Real Sex: uH Style. So when I call her and tell her I need her, she pulls up…
…30 ft from my car, head slightly poking out of the window, saying “stay back.” I’m curiously walking towards her car but she’s backing up. “I’ll follow you there,” she said, only building my curiosity further.
I headed south on M-10 and made my way downtown. The whole ride down there, I remained focused on what she was hiding from me in that car. Did she have a girl hiding in the backseat? Hopefully. Did she find a bisexual midget, I mean dwarf, and stuffed her between the her legs? It’s possible. Perhaps she had a big plate of grilled salmon waiting for me, accompanied by a cold bottle of Revive and some broccoli. That’s just wishful thinking.
When I pulled up, I hurried to her car only to see her in a teddy and a thong. “YOU RUINED IT,” she yelled at me. Shit, as far as I could tell, the surprise was still in motion. I think she wanted to actually walk to my car in that outfit, making my eyes drop in one of my side view mirrors. I didn’t need that though, from whatever angle, I was pleased. Pleased not only by how her body WINS everytime, but how she refuses to remain on the same old, same old. As a man, it’s a challenge to be creative with sexual experiences. Now multiply that by 100x when you’re having sex…A LOT.
People say car sex is for juvenile children; I disagree. See I’ve had sex with her everywhere: from my bed, to hers. In various homes, on various couches, and everywhere in-between. Car sex is only for hoes, when that is the only place that you have sex with them. But for us, it’s sexual expression. It’s sex with all the windows down, FUCK THE TINT. Whoever walks by, say hi. We’re not stopping unless the cops start knocking. Even then, I might ask the officer if I can atleast get my nut first.
Head is an overused word that is not adequate for what her mouth does to me. Her lips and tongue have a threesome with my dick. Sometimes her tongue gets stingy and wants me all to herself. She travels up and down the base, on the the shaft, to the head. Some women let the spit run out of their mouths slowly, others wet it up in their mouths. She spits on it; like a baseball player spitting out tobacco. She sucks harder than Maggie does on that pacifier; word to Fab. No gag reflex whatsoever. No stopping. “I want you to fuck my mouth,” she whispers out. This is looking like a watered down episode of Ghetto Gaggers. You know what, LAY DOWN.
Strapped up, ready for war. This is a familiar experience. I’m stroking to let her know who I am. That cocky, arrogant…I’M WINNING stroke. As I look in her eyes, I can tell she’s lost in the moment. Her breaths are getting shorter, while I’m getting thicker. She wants to talk shit, but she can’t…yet.
That moment passes though and she starts to remix the words that she knows will start the conclusion of this session. I grab her neck, choking her slightly while her head is hitting up against the door. She begins to moan louder; putting her feet on the headrest…it’s that time.
I’m cumming hard. The condom was the bullet proof glass at the gas station, barely blocking the shots. She squeezed my back as I continued to pop out. I probably could have got $5,000 from the fertility clinic for that.
We laid back, laughing. She kissed it once and we did it all over again.
…cause she keeps it fresh.
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16 Comments
9/6/2010
WOW….DRIVING WITH THE THONG AND TEDDY?!?! I give it to her; that’s a bold move. I feel like a prude…lol
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September 6th, 2010 at 5:53 pm
I wouldn’t suggest that to anyone. I mean L used to talk about showing up to my door with a trench coat, naked beneath…that was cool. I had women open up their doors butt naked, but what if she got stopped by the cops or got into a car accident?
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9/6/2010
Where’s the audio??? Smh…
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September 6th, 2010 at 10:45 pm
call her and ask her.
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September 7th, 2010 at 8:08 am
I was about to ask the same thing!!!
U slipping UH. Lol
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9/7/2010
lmao… what the? Good on everything being normal again. That really would suck getting stopped like that. I could only imagine the drama. A freaky situation gone completely wrong.
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9/7/2010
whoa… This girl’s got guts. Impulsivity is a virtue- very few would take that chance and I commend that. But I agree with Brooklyn, you holding out on us or what?! LOL sometimes words are not enough, the audience needs something they can hear.
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September 7th, 2010 at 3:24 pm
yall are some freaks. I have video clips (thus audio), for days, but nothing that inspired me to rip audio. I’ve mostly been recording head sessions, so it’s not much going on.
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September 7th, 2010 at 6:12 pm
How u callin ppl freaks when you’re the one bloggin about your sessions? lol
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9/7/2010
Nice Read I Must Say You Always Keep Me Entertain
Gotta Agree Wif Them Though Audio Would’ve Made So Much Better
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9/7/2010
(clicking an imaginary LIKE button)
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9/7/2010
Lol Bumble Bee is that your booty?
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September 8th, 2010 at 2:38 pm
I’ve often wondered the same thing
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September 8th, 2010 at 7:56 pm
I believe it is… She’s tagged in the story
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3/23/2011
I need a nickname for this lady. I’m starting to lose track of everyone. I started from the beginning and I’m working my way up to your most recent posts. Maybe you should publish a companion journal (for only $9.95) so that we can keep everyone straight.
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March 24th, 2011 at 4:13 pm
lol, oh I see, you tried to tie everything together. Yea, that won’t work. See, umm, I have dealt with women that have never been blogged about. I have sex everyday, yet I only blog about sex once a month or so. Most women don’t know I have this blog, but some of the ones that do, ask that I don’t blog about them. I don’t get on the internet and update the world everytime a woman stops talking to me…that would be everyday.
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