I pressed the alarm button off. It’s 5:30 in the afternoon, and my day has just started. On my side of the planet, everyone’s already ending their workday and going home, but I am just stretching, doing my breathing exercises, and dragging myself out of bed. It is another scary day.
Frustrated with how AI is dominating my career, I have been at a crossroads. I’ve been asking myself: Do I get to continue teaching online and improve my business’s marketing despite the odds, or shift to a full-time writing career? There’s too much to think about. And there’s so much stress in my head; I cannot even sleep well.
The bills are piling, and I feel like I am a terrible freelancer. Balancing my job and my health issues is tricky. I really need a little respite. I tried dancing more often to shake off the bad vibes. It helped a little. But my body knows exactly what it craves to get a good night’s deep sleep.
If there’s one thing that I look forward to in life these days, it’s my time with Andy. We are friends, or shall I say more than friends without labels? I don’t want to care much about labels now, to be honest. All I need is a wonderful man who knows me inside and out and can pacify my mind by touching me in the right places.
Each time that we make love, he sends me to an orgasmic bliss that calms my nerves. He is my best remedy. Since I met him, I’ve ditched melatonin, beer, or any sleeping pill. Insomnia has gotten worse because of this career struggle, but when my Andy is around, everything feels normal. I am my joyful self, and I care less about the demands of the world.
Last Friday, he finished his work late so he could not drop by my apartment. He said his family needed him, and of course, I said it’s fine. But it was not. I missed him terribly, so I did what I had to do.
Right after taking a shower, I went up to my room, locked the door so that my cats wouldn’t bother me, played my favourite jazz record, and undressed. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror. My small eyes were yearning for something. My sunkissed skin needed pampering. I took the bottle of lotion and poured some on my palm. I put lotion on my neck, shoulders, and arms.
Then I gently put some on my plump breasts, massaging them like how Andy does. My nipples started to harden. They became harder as I rolled them between my fingers slowly. Hot flushes flared through my veins, so I climbed to my bed and grabbed my phone.
As soon as I turned the audio recording on, my hands ran through my body as I lay down. I continued caressing my breasts, but with more pressure this time. A tingling sensation stirred in my core, urging me to go on.
I missed Andy’s lips wrapped around my tits, so I did something for the first time. I grabbed my right breast and bent my head to reach for it. I licked my nipple and started sucking it. Gosh, it felt so thrilling! Had I known that I could do this, I should have done it before!
I verbally recorded what I was doing with my body and sent everything to Andy. The way I swirled my tongue around my nipple and suckled it; the sound of my two fingers stroking my rosebud; and my moans that turned to wild screaming when I reached orgasm.
I put my phone on the nightstand and drifted to sleep thinking of Andy’s strong hands touching me.
The next day, I woke up reading his text:
“I just listened again, Rose. I’m in the bath, and now with an erection after hearing your sexy, erotic breath. The thought of you touching yourself, thinking of me, is such a thrill and such a turn-on, and also an honour. I’d so love to make love with you, exploring all of you, between your soft thighs with my tongue, inside your folds, licking and kissing your bud. You’re grinding your groin in my face, bossing me, using me. Then fucking me till I cum in a fountain into your mouth, then I kiss you, you taste you, and I’d taste me. We’d fall asleep in each other’s arms, stuck together by our lust. Fuck yeah!”
His message was enough for me to get ready for another uncertain day. And in between lessons, we would send each other texts detailing how we would want to pleasure each other. The day was not bad at all.
Today can be another dreadful day. I am looking at the mirror again, and staring at my naked, flawed body, I can hear Andy’s voice in my head: “You are beautiful. You make me excited to explore you each day—your body, your mind, and your soul. You are more than enough for me.”
The doorbell rings, and I hurriedly put on my robe, spray on some perfume, and go downstairs.
Outside, it starts to rain, so when I open the door, the cold breeze kisses my skin. But the best kiss comes from Andy’s lips. Pressed against mine, his lips are soft, reassuring, and sumptuous. I can definitely kiss him all day.
“How’s everything?” he asks with a smile. His green eyes captivate me and leave me a bit speechless.
“It’s better now that you’re here,” I whisper as I pull him closer.
As soon as the door clicks, his kiss becomes more intense, pointing out that he loves my scent. He loosens his necktie as I unbutton his shirt. He grabs my shoulder and pins me to the wall.
He unties the ribbon of my red robe, and his mouth devours my neck, my shoulders, and my hard nipples. “So you’ve learned how to suck them on your own now?” he whispers as he looks up at me.
I respond with a naughty smile and a bite on his neck. “That’s what I do when I am so hungry for you!”
“You’re always a good girl. But I love you bossing me, too!” He quickly pulls my lacy panties and spreads my legs. He pauses for a few seconds, inhaling my scent, grazing his fingers through my tummy, my hips, my ass, and my thighs… He loves taking his time, and it truly gets me more aroused. The anticipation of what he’s going to do is killing me.
“Oh, fuck me with your tongue already, baby!” I protest while running my fingers through his brown hair.
He looks up again and tells me, “I see a constellation of crystal waters on your mound, and they are lovely.” He then leans and licks my juices from my perineum to my clit. With long, steady, and forceful licks, he makes my knees shake.
“Oh, god, please don’t stop!”
Andy pauses for a moment and says, “You are a goddess. I hope you know that. It’s an honour to just be able to touch you.” His voice is so reassuring, and my worries begin to melt away. He gives me love bites on my inner thighs, and I moan and moan his name almost like a song.
He looks up again and locks eyes with me. “Grind your groin in my face, boss me, use me, and don’t hold back.”
I swallow hard, and I take a deep breath. In our sexy time, I prefer to be submissive. It is just an easy and more relaxing role to play. But I think Andy wants me to trust myself more today.
Still locking eyes with me, he sticks out his tongue without moving his head closer to my pussy. And so I take a half-step, inching my wet, throbbing cunt to his face. Pulling his head into me, I begin to gyrate. I look down as he closes his eyes. A hand on my hips and another on my thigh. And I am dancing on my lover’s face, smothering him with my juices that he thirstily laps up.
His moans mingle with mine as I abandon myself to our rhythm. I move as I did in my belly dancing classes before, and it feels so liberating.
Surprisingly, Andy abruptly stops and lies on his back on the carpet. “Sit on my face, Rose.”
I immediately lower myself onto him. I plant my knees between his head, and as I sink onto his mouth, his tongue lashes my slick folds more relentlessly. I move my hips in circles, and oh, how erotic the guttural sounds that he makes!
My pussy is pulsating as I bounce on his neck and face. He adjusts his head a little. He licks my butthole furiously, and fuck! It sends me more shivers. I curse a lot while feeling this sensation from his mouth and curse even more when his fingers slide in and out. The index finger ravishes the hood of my clit, and the middle finger curls and draws tiny circles within my walls.
Wetness drenched Andy’s nose and beard. I need to have his cock in my mouth!
As his mouth delights on my ass, I reach out to unbuckle his pants. The tent within is so protruding, making me more excited. I unzip him, push his boxers, and pull out his raging cock. Now my body is on top of him, and his hands grip my ass as his mouth returns to my pussy.
“Fuuuuuck, Andddy!”
As I slurp the precum oozing out of his tiny slit, Andy almost screams in pleasure. He bucks his hips so I can swallow his entire length. His cock is so beautifully warm and erect. Its head is turning purple, and I love licking and sucking every inch of it. I savour his balls as he does my clit.
My breasts dangle on his chiselled abs as I furiously give him a head. I grind and grind on his face as I swallow him from the tip to the base. In a few seconds, my chin touches his balls, and my throat aches from gagging.
“Oh, Rose, you are my goddess!”
I pull out a bit to massage my lover’s heavy balls and stroke the base of his pulsing shaft. My lips know how perfect he is, and his mouth has memorised the softness of my bud. When he wraps his lips around my swollen clit, he suckles it as he has never done before. Then he nibbles on it and tugs it with his teeth gently as his other hand grabs and twists my nipples.
“Oh, godddd!”
I quickly go back to sucking and swallowing his shaft, and he tugs my clit again. Coupled with faster finger strokes deep within, my core just gives out. I gush on his face. He spurts his cum into my mouth. Both of us drink the pleasure of our warmth.
No one has ever made me trust myself like this. No one has made love to me as he does.
We cuddle on the carpet. His heartbeat in my ears, and my arms are around his waist. The noise in my head quiets down.
It is still drizzling outside. Yet, inside my apartment, as he leads me to the bed, Andy lets me pour on him like rain over and over again until I collapse in his arms, abandoned in his sweet kisses and embrace.
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