Please enjoy my unedited story of a Life of a Bipolar Drunk Chick:
After dinner, Antoine invited me back to his house, of course I wanted to go. I was actually interested to know more about him and I wanted to cuddle with him and watch movies. I am insanely into him. His sexiness, the man in him, the juiciness of his kiss had me longing for him. As we enter his house I notice a huge big screen t.v., a surround sound system. He immediately put on some slow reggae grove and lit an incense. He pulled a beer out of the frig and offered me a glass of wine. Of course I said yes, I loved wine, it makes me feel really warm and sexy.
We sit on his black leather sofa listening to music and sipping our spirits. I start to look around while I sipped my wine and felt it was a really nice place with really nice quality furniture. . Although his taste was a very nice look, leather in the summer can be sticky. So as the wine warmed me up, I would have to wipe the sweat off the back of my thighs. I guess this minor switching of my sweaty thighs started turning him on. Antoine starts complimenting me on my shapely legs. I then part my legs and wipe the sweat off my inner thighs I rub my thighs and look and I start watching him watch me.. Antoine grabs me by the hand, towards the stereo system and turns up the music, he then escorts me back to his bedroom.
I am nervous as fuck to go back to his bedroom. I wasn’t sure what was next to come. Antoine takes my top off and unfastened my bra. My firm tits and hard nipples plop out as he unfastened my bra. Antoine then sits on the edge of his water-bed, making him eye level to my tits. He cups my tits and starts to gently suck on my hard nipples. As he kisses my nipples oh so gently, my panties are now not only wet from my sweat, but wet from my love juices. He lays me down on the bed, pulls off my shorts and my panties and parts my hairy privates. He gently licks as he is parting. My love juices begin to flow even more. He begins to suck the juices out of my juice box while tongue fucking my clit. He then begins to slowly comes up to my mouth and begins to deep tongue kiss me. As he kisses me I taste an unfamiliar slimy film on his face and realize, I am tasting me. I get turned so turned on that my juices are flowing but now I am so nervous. I am no longer thinking about the pleasure I am receiving, my mind goes to the fact that I am about six months into losing my virginity and now I am about to fuck a grown man. I try to concentrate on Antoine. His kisses relax me, although he could tell I was nervous as he whispers in my ear “relax baby, I’m not going to hurt you”. I begin to relax and Antoine get’s on top of me and begins to place his poker into my love hole. However, my puss was so tight, it was like a Pit Bull trying to fuck a Yorkshire Terrier. Antoine without hesitation reaches above us and pulls a handful of Vaseline and puts it on his dick. He kisses on me all the while trying to get his poker in this tight ass pussy. After working gently in and out with the head of dick . He would put it in a little a little deeper with each stroke until finally he was in there.
I was so unskillful during sex. However, I was told that you never just lay there. So as he pumped in out to the tune of Shaba Ranks ” ” playing in the living room, I got on beat with his rhythm. Our bodies became in tune. In and out in and out. Then I decided to go round and round with my hips as if I was a reggae dancer on stage. I begin to totally relax and my juices were shooting out of me as I continue my reggae dance. Antoine then puts his pole to the back and hit a wall, a spot, a G spot, a something. I start to thrust my hips even harder wanting him to hit that spot again. I put my legs up and tilt my hips up and Antoine begins to hit my spot over and over and over. It feels so good I am yelling before I realize I am yelling. My legs begin to shake and this tingle comes all over my body, chill bumps cover my body, every part of my body becomes super sensitive to touch. It is as if I am in a euphoric state. My body has transformed and with one final thrust of me and Antoine’s hips in unison, out came a spray of juices and while the juices then slowly dripped out of me, my body became even more sensitive. I lay there wanting to move my hips, but somewhat paralyzed from ecstasy. I forget Antoine is still in there. He speeds up his hips and the next thing you know, I have a puddle of cream on my belly.