blkdragon

grounded
2004-05-15 19:24:54 (UTC)

Sarah's King

We met through a dating site, I have a lifetime
membership, for $38; I couldn't beat the deal. As long as
I log in once a year, it's all good. I met Kim, Nadean and
Sarah the Cuban there. They all contacted me, they were
taken by the fact that I am a single parent and they
enjoyed the pics I posted, especially the one of me
shirtless at a table; after losing a Monopoly game.
Joshua believes me naive, too trusting, nothing could be
farther from the truth.
Sarah and I began relating online, the conversations were
centered around how she saw me and the feelings she got
from her view, I was flattered. Sarah was very outspoken
about her sexual attraction and that was the gist of our
beginnings, I was in no rush to jump on her or anyone for
that matter. We talked about love and she told me that
she'd never loved anyone, that she believed herself
incapable, I decide that it would be my mission to prove
otherwise.
Sarah and I flirted hard, the electricity between us was
singeing diodes in my CPU, she'd tell me where she was
reclining in the apartment and what she was doing. My
voice and glib were stroking her, while she stroked
herself, she'd excuse herself to finish the job; I was
unaware that this was occuring, until later.
She and I had serious discussions about her views and
mine, her life and mine, Nadean and the men in Sarah's
life; that she was controlling.
It was Sarah's idea that we meet, she was willing to come
to my city and get a motel room, she asked if I liked the
idea. I told Sarah that I was currently interested in
someone, seriously, I told her that I was honored by her
invitation. The word honored, bothered her and she
retracted the idea; she said we'd get to know each other a
bit more. In using the word honored, Sarah knew that I was
merely obliging her, that was the wrong impetus for her
designs. She was used to men falling over themselves to
fuck her, I don't fall, I choose. We continued to talk,
often well into the morning, our conversations were
generally about Nadean and how she happened to see the
proceedings of our relating.
Sarah always had an agenda, she wanted what she wanted and
she didn't care about anything else. I love everyone and
it seldom has anything to do with a physical attraction,
it seems that all the women I meet have a problem with
themselves and they can't understand how anyone can love
them, I believe it's because they see themselves through
the jaded visions of males.
I compiled a couple of CD's for her, she gave me her
address and I sent them, she sent me a video tape of a
movie she thought I'd appreciate; I did, very much. The
movie was about forbidden love, "Snow Falling on Cedars",
the love between a Japanese girl and a white boy. The
story was based during the bombing of Pearl Harbor and the
girl loved the boy very much, he never got her out of his
system. I won't tell you the rest of the story, but
suffice it to say that once you see the movie, you'll
watch it over and over again.
We continued to talk and debate about love and her
inability to understand the concept, she'd been in abusive
relationships for most of her life. During our time
together and at the end of a marathon conversation one
morning, we ended our talk and she said, "Good night, I
love you." I asked her if she knew what she'd just said to
me, she said yes, but that it just came out of her mouth
and she heard it after she said it. I understood!
I was getting more and more in tune with Nadean and told
Sarah, I kept nothing from her, we were friends first and
not yet intimate; wasn't even sure we ever would be.
Sarah and I talked, I just felt Nadean, I felt things from
her she didn't acknowledge to herself.
Ultimately, I began to have strong feelings for Sarah, not
the same feelings I had for Nadean; but strong just the
same. I was envisioning a future with Nadean, but I wanted
to know Sarah before the opportunity ceased to exist. She
had never achieved an orgasm with any of the men in her
life, I had no doubt that I could make the rain fall
inside of her.
I told Sarah that we had one opportunity to experience the
essence together, although she knew she wouldn't be able
to control the situation, she also knew that this
opportunity would never come again. She had asked if she
could be my consort, if I married Nadean, she thought I
needed to have a daughter and that Nadean would be the one
to give that to me. I told Sarah that would be impossible.
Sarah decided on the time that she'd arrive and I told her
not to bother with a motel, I would be home alone for the
weekend. She arrived and I went to get her, I went to the
station right after work, her daughter called me and told
me that her Mother had arrived; I said I was 5minutes away.
I picked Sarah up and took her to my apartment, we entered
through the front and my neighbors were all up in the mix.
They'd never seen a woman accompany me, I introduced
everyone and we proceeded up the stairs. Sarah went into
the bathroom to freshen up and we sat, watched a video,
talked about her job and her daughter; my job and my son's.
It was early evening and I can't remember for the life of
me what we had for dinner, we were planning to make meals
of each other in the only time we had together. Who could
eat with all that pent up energy?
We broke camp and headed for the bedroom, we lay together
and I just held her for a while, she nestled into my arms;
turning to kiss my neck. I searched her body with my
hands, noting the topography of her, the hills and valleys
below. She began to breath deeply, slowly, every so often
a chill would race through her and she'd moan quietly. She
reached for me, touched me, explored me with her fingers;
gripped me in her hand and seemed to have claimed her
prize. I traced her ear with my tongue, she drew in her
breath through her teeth, backed further into my arms; I
held her closer, tighter.
She began to move to a ryhthm only she could hear and I
played the music her body began to feel, she was soaking
wet, I palmed her Rose in my hand and tickled the area
between her pussy and her ass; she stifled her gasp by
turning and biting my neck. Her lips were swelling as she
sucked at my soul. She held on to her prize and began
making her way to my muscle, I was beginning to thicken in
her grasp, she'd been controlling the flow of blood by
squeezing the shit out of my shaft. She release her grip
and began her courtship with my dick, she said hello by
licking individual parts of me, the base; sucking on a few
hairs at a time, stroking me all the while.
I reached for her, she slapped my hands away, she would
not be disturbed and I was not to be allowed to join her.
She traced the crown of my King, the opening to the jewels
of life and continued to make love, without me; I could do
nothing but feel and observe her progress. I reached for
her, just wanted to hold her in my hand, while she savored
me as her meal. She wasn't having any of that, she slapped
my hand with force, stopping momentarily to say; "No
Charles!"
I was at her mercy, I complied!
She continued with her greeting, my dick began to respond,
as if to an old friend. She inhaled me so quickly, I
gasped, the warmth of her mouth relaxed me and I got
comfortable; I opened my legs wider to give her complete
access. She began licking the inside of my thigh, sniffing
the intermingling scent of my masculinity and body
oils, "Opium" would be her drug of choice tonight; she
began to get higher than a muhfukka.
We were never allowed to eat noisily, at my Mother's
house, good thing we weren't there! She began to gobble,
slurp and lick me as though I were not listening, the
sounds becoming aphrodisiacs on their own. She would
quicken and slow her pace at will, my abdominals began to
contract, my pulse began to race; my muscles began to
tighten and my toes began to curl. She slowly slid the
length of my shaft and kissed the King, she looked at me,
kissed the inside of my thighs and inhaled; she plunged my
dick back into her mouth.
She took me to the back of her throat, let her warmth
infuse my heat and sucked her saliva off me, she looked at
me again and said, "damn Charles! I love having you in my
mouth." I was calming down, regulating my involuntary
systems and said, "then put me back."
She took me again, this time with reckless abandon, she
was planning to blow the back of my fuckin head off. She
alternated making love to my dick with trying to suck it
the fuck off me, she reached up with one hand and began to
caress my abdominals, then she'd grip them; feeling the
striations during my strains. I was fighting the
inevitable explosion and beginning to lose the battle. She
began to twist her head while she sucked on me, quick
shallow sucks to be replaced by artful deep throats, the
heat and the friction were working the shit out of my
nerves.
I was building to a climactic frenzy, my fists clenched,
my abs tightened; I began to grimmace. My muscles locked
and I began a gutteral growl in the back of my throat, she
began to work harder, I reached for her again; her slap of
my hand said it was not safe to do again. I began to throb
in the base of my shaft, something shifted in my lower
abdoman, I was cumming. I arched my back, trying to
relieve the building pressure, she was filling her mouth
with spit and working deliriously for my climax.
My breath was irregular and I began to growl through my
remaining teeth, she stopped instantly and I began to cum,
she drained her mouth and sucked me until I softened; she
got up to go to the bathroom. I just layed there, melting
into my mattress.
She returned to me and kissed my dick, I honestly don't
know if she saw me. She returned to mold to my body, I
said, "damn Sarah!" She said, "I love you Charles," there
was no question about that now and it surprised the shit
out of her. I would now show her how much she could be
loved, even if she wouldn't love herself.




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