for the same reason. Hmmm, then there’s Wade who tongues me down too.
I shrug, half-smiling. “Nothing you don’t want me to,” I offer, turning around to face the shower head. I rewash myself, then step out of the shower, leaving Garrett to finish his shower.
Twenty minutes later, I am sitting downstairs on the sofa in my silk robe, waiting for Garrett to come downstairs. When he does, I get up and walk him toward the front door. “As always,” I say, opening the door, “thanks for the dick.”
He smiles. “It’s all yours anytime you want it.”
“It was good seeing you too, baby,” he says, stepping into me and kissing me on the forehead. “I’ll call you later. Maybe—”
I reach up on my tippy-toes and shove my tongue in his mouth to cut off what he is about to say: “Maybe I can come by later on tomorrow.”
“No, I don’t think so” will end up being my response if he says it, so I kiss him before he has the chance to. As much as I enjoy spending time with Garrett, I only want to see him once in a while, meaning once every few months. Seeing me more than once in the same week starts to look like something more than what it is and I’m not interested.
“Call me,” I finally say, stepping back from him, then opening the door wider. It is his cue to bounce, and he takes it.
“Good night, baby,” he says, walking out the door.
“Good night,” I say, shutting the door behind him. I press my back up against it, then close my eyes, hoping Garrett isn’t crazy enough to start catching feelings.
CHAPTER FIVE
Question: Have you ever wondered what’s really in a man’s nut? I read somewhere that a man’s cum is ten percent sperm, and the rest is enzymes, vitamin C, calcium, protein, sodium, zinc, citric acid, and fructose. Hmmm…now, if this is true, then I’d say this is the makings of a wonderful, rich protein shake. Imagine a thick, gooey, hot, and creamy nut first thing in the morning, sliding down your throat. Hmmm…delicious! What a way to start your day. Wouldn’t you agree?
Oh well, it’s been so long since I’ve swallowed a nut. I’d probably throw it back up if I even tried to. Speaking of cum, how many women do you think enjoy having a man crack his nut on her face? Hmmm. That would make for an interesting survey. Well, I tried it once, about six years ago. I was on my knees feverishly sucking the hell out of an ex-boyfriend’s dick when he asked me if he could nut on my face. He got to stroking and yanking and pumping his dick in his hand, and talking real dirty. The sight of the head of his dick sliding in and out of his hand sent a fire through me. I begged him for that nut, waited with anticipation to feel his cream on my face. He deepened his strokes, slowed his rhythm, and a blast of white gook shot out of the slit of his dick straight into my damn eye. Ugh! It was so hot and thick. I screamed, thinking the fool had blinded me. I got up scrambling, tripping over shit trying to get to the bathroom to wipe my eye. Seemed like I smeared it deeper into my eye and made it worse. My vision was cloudy for almost two hours afterward. I was so damn disgusted. The idea of having cum dangling from my nose, on my eyelashes, or in my eye isn’t exactly an exciting thought. So, no thank you. He can shoot his load on my back, on my stomach, my titties, or my ass. And if he’s my man—something I haven’t had in a very long time—I want him to pull out and nut on my pussy, then smear it with his dick all over my clit. Or he can bust deep in my ass. Then again, he can pull out and let me suck it out of him. Mmmm. There’s nothing tastier than a dick soaked in pussy juice.
For some reason, I am having a flashback moment. I am remembering years ago riding the Greyhound bus late at night to D.C. from New York to visit my brother Terrance at Howard for their homecoming. I was like seventeen, and this older dude was sitting in the back row of the bus with me, drinking a forty ounce. I don’t remember exactly how we started talking, but by the time we had crossed the Delaware Memorial Bridge, I had his long dick in my hand and was jerking him off. I didn’t ask him his name, and didn’t give him mine. The only thing I wanted to know was how thick and hot his cum was. I remember pulling out my bottle of baby oil, pouring it all over his dick and in my hands, then rubbing his dick between the palms of my hand as if I were rubbing two sticks together. In swift, deep motions, I went up and down the shaft of his dick, stroking him from the top to the bottom, then releasing, bringing my other hand to the top of his dick, then repeating, alternating with both hands. He begged me to suck it, so I flicked my tongue over the head, just enough to tease him. And, before his dick was about to spit, it swelled to maximum capacity, then spurted out a hot, thick nut. I knew then I was at a point of no return. I was hooked on dick cream.
Anyway, Tyrese is here, standing in the middle of my bedroom floor, with his dick in his hand, stroking it for me. I lean back on my left forearm, spread open my legs, and rub my clit over my thong. Me’shell Ndegeocello’s “Trust”—from the album
The song is sexy, and sitting here watching him stroke his fat dick makes my pussy cry out for a taste of passion. I gesture with my index finger for him to come to me. He slowly moves toward me. I smile, taking in his nude body. The male anatomy deeply fascinates me. Every man I’m with, I make it a point to examine every part, every inch, of his body. I love making him strip down and prance around naked. Without him even knowing it, I am taking him all in from head to toe. And I’m always amazed at the different shapes, sizes, and colors of dicks there are. There is also a wide variety of balls. Loose balls, tight balls, hairy balls, hairless balls, and those extra-long, bull balls. Mmmmm. The thought of a man’s dick and balls gets me hot. I can play in my pussy and imagine all the different types of dick attached to a man’s body, and cum all over my fingers. I think this is why I constantly crave variety. This is why I lust for dick.
But please don’t get it twisted. My fascination with watching a man undress himself and taking in all of his nakedness is also about being able to see whether or not he has any abnormalities, scars, blemishes, bruises, discolorations, lesions, leakage, etc. When I take his dick in my hands and slowly stroke him into a throbbing erection, I’m not only doing it to bring him pleasure; I’m doing it as part of my cock inspection. Hell, I need to be up close and damn personal with his dick to see what’s really good before I go any further.
This is Tyrese’s fifth time being here, and I still inspect the dick to make sure there are no changes from the last time he was here. He steps up in front of me. His dick is thick and rigid and heavy and excited, its tip already leaking sweet, sticky strands of pre-cum. I get off the bed, sink down to my knees on the floor, and take it into my hands, squeeze it at the base, then lift up his balls and gently squeeze and bounce them in the palm of my hand. Then I run my thumb over the slit of his dick, rubbing his lust over the head. Once again, he passes my inspection.
“You like playing with daddy’s big dick, don’t you?”
“Mmm-hmm,” I moan, licking my lips. Now, I don’t actually consider his dick big, but I indulge him nonetheless. I mean it is fat and all, but measuring in at seven-and-a-half inches doesn’t exactly qualify as “big” in my book. Nevertheless, it is meaty, and definitely a beautiful, mouthwatering piece. I look up at him, then kiss and bury my face into his groin. The coarseness of his pubic hairs tickles my nose. I inhale his scent, taking in his manliness. I cup his balls, kiss them, then slowly lick them, wetting them with my spit. I use my free hand to play with my clit.
“Yeah, that’s right, baby. Wet daddy’s balls up. Mmm…Oh, shit.”
I replace my tongue with my fingers and fondle his balls, tracing a slow sensual path over and behind the heavy sacs. In my head, I’m pretending to be Tyrese’s personal dick sucker: soothing him, relieving him, sucking away his stress, enveloping and riding his dick with wet lips and a warm tongue, flicking, tickling, and probing all around and over it. Swallowing him down into a deep, pulsing throat, contracting around every inch of his dick like a
