Sex and The Southern Belle

Friday Summer...Late summer. 10: 20 pm. The summer rain was coming down harder outside. I feared maybe he was stuck on the side of the highway in a flood..They had predicted flash floods and that scared me to death. Besides,  The "Doctor" was hardly ever late... this was past his "house call time". 'I wish he would hurry...." I looked at the clock in my bedroom. I had just showered and slathered on a nice amount of Johnson's Shea Baby Oil Gel and a fresh tank top and  Nike workout shorts. Nothing fancy. He liked that I was simple. I sprayed a little Michael Kors behind my ears, between my thighs. Give him something to linger. The scent of me is what he loved most...what would last well beyond this night. I put on the Ipod to the mix I like to call..." The Doctor's Orders " Made just for him..especially for nights like this. It's 138 songs..but of course..we never really know how many songs pass or play once the night is over. I...

..would be some hot, sweaty, steamy sex. I mean ALL WEEKEND. Friday at 5 pm to Monday night at Midnight. I want my sheets soaked with sweat I wanna just get up to eat food and go to the bathroom. I dont wanna shower. I wanna lay in the scent of him...(whoever HIM is) Who cares about 4th of July fire works when I'd have some in my bedroom. Sex Hot, nasty freaky sex I mean I need dude to beat it out the frame....... Maxwell..Raheem..Trey..Usher..Robin...in the background. Then again all I wanna hear is his moan and grunts... ..and the sound of wetness... I want my legs bent to my ears I want my punnany sore..so sore I need an icepack I want to go through 3 bottles of lube If dude is darkskinned..I wanna suck his D*CK till he's lightskinned (and vice versa....) If I must be clothed..I just want to be in his t-shirt I want his cologne in my pillows I wanna scratch his back all the way up I want him to ...

You's a bad b*tch... ...that's what he said. And of course...he meant that in the most "sexually complimentary" of ways... After almost 5 hrs of "goodbye" marathon sex after work yesterday...that's what he said to me. As I straddled him across my dining room chair.... "You's a bad b*tch.........." And there were other pretty raunchy expletives said..........but..that one made me smile and sorta turned me on and got me worked up. I literally can not look at my furniture the same in my little one bedroom apartment . I broke him down so bad..he had a cramp in his stomach. I felt it under those well-defined abs.....far too well-defined for a man his age...(guess because he's a runner too....) and said.."I need to work that out for you". He shouldn't have tried to lift me (I'm 148 lbs of solid mass...) and bounce me standing up...his arms wrapped around my  thick, mocha thighs....but... "You's ...