4 Play, Foul Play?

Bzz, Bz, Bzzzz.

"I'm outside," read the text He sent.

Wearing nothing but a slight smirk, I got out of bed and walked over to the wooden dresser in the corner of my room. I reached for the third drawer and opened it slowly. I wanted to take my time. Maybe he was as ready for me as I was for Him.
See, the more impatient He gets, the better the sex is. That may not make much sense to You but I've learned early on that, when it comes to sex, Men are like chained dogs in sight of a stray cat (pun intended). They'll bark, growl, and howl, all while pacing back and forth. But once you let them go... hmph! That poor kitty is beat! (Yesss!)
Now with the same respect, I'm sure He's in the car clearing his text messages, checking himself out in the mirror, and making sure that his hair is brushed and neat. But as every second turns, he's getting fidgety, his heart is beating faster, his mind is pacing back and forth, all while thinking "What the fuck is this bitch in there doing?!" ...haha.

Anyways, I grabbed a long tee shirt from the drawer and put it on. It stopped at my thighs. "Perfect," I thought to myself as I substituted the TV for a small lamp that sat on a nightstand near my bed.
I grabbed my phone and replied to his text. "Come to the door"
Sending Message... danced across the screen of my BlackBerry Curve. I ran to the closet and pulled out a white Jimmy Choo shoe box. Inside were a new pair of platform Stiletto's my mommy bought me for my Birthday.
No, I didn't pull out these heels to try and and "spruce up" this plain white tee shirt. That's triflin Hunti!
See, He has a thing for heels. They turn him on in the most enticing ways. This was a part of my plan. ---Bish, watch me work.

I fastened the three straps around each leg and, in my best Naomi walk, headed for the door.
Now, the difference between man and dog is simple. The dog immediately goes in for the kill. But a man, or at least a suave one, takes his time and acts as if everything's... "cool."
He'll try to maintain his composure and even lie about being "good" when you know damn well he's going crazy on the inside.
With a twist of my wrist, the door was opened. His green eyes penetrated my focus and I could feel my body begin to tingle.
"Hey boo."
He was wearing a white v-neck tee-shirt that hugged his muscular chest oh so passionately. Around his waist were a pair of straight leg, black, denim jeans. They fit perfectly. He had an ass that I couldn't wait to grab...

I lead him to my lair, Naomi Campbell style, and could almost feel his eyes exploring my body.
"I am soo sorry it took so long," I lied.
"Oh nah, you straight... It wasn't long at all," He lied.
"I was trying on these shoes my Mom sent me," I lied again. "You like 'em?"
"Yea.. they kinda sexy," He answered.
Once he sat down on the bed, I gave a sexy runway show.
My ass jiggled to his liking. How do I know? Because whenever He's into something he licks the corners of his top lip before biting the bottom.

"You look nice," I complemented. "And your shoes are cute!"
He was wearing a pair of black and gray, high top Dunks.
"Preciate it," he replied.
I went and sat next to him on top of my Turquoise comforter.
He smelled great! It was a light scent that was almost hypnotizing.
During a rant about how great his day was, I crossed my legs and began to remove my Jimmy Choo's.
"Wait," he whispered. "Don't take those off yet."
He placed his hand on my inner thigh and moved in for a kiss...
Bliss.
His kisses were soft and sweet. Slow with just enough tongue.
As I fell on my back, He climbed in between my legs. The shirt was now raised to my chest, revealing my womanly space. His hands walked up my thighs, underneath my shirt, now palming my breasts. Our kisses became more intense, more faster, more sloppy.
I heard his shoes drop to the floor as he unfastened his pants.
Enchanted by his kisses, I wrapped my arms across back, gripping his head. Once he removed his pants and boxers I locked him between my legs, but he quickly broke free.
With one hand, he ripped the shirt from his body. Kissing, between my breasts, my chest, my navel.. now my inner thigh... before long he was tasting me.

The way his tongue swivels around and around before vibrating my clit was tantalizing. I fulfilled his thirst, literally, as my runny waters floweth over. My toes curled and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I couldn't stop this internal feeling. Whatever it was, it was coming out... I couldn't hold it... "Do I have to use the bathroom?!"
I tried to stop Him from feasting, but the more I pushed his head away, the harder he sucked, the stronger he licked, the quicker he swiveled.
I moaned.
Louder, and louder. Now heavier than the last. I was about to climax.

It was like a part of my soul had escaped and splattered all over His face. And he loved it.
But now its my turn...

I pushed him off of me and onto his back.
Bedroom eyes batted as I licked my lips. Kissing his neck... his chest... his navel...
I began to devour that dick.
Licking up the sides before sliding my tongue back down. He let out a slight moan. He was trying to keep his composure.
I smiled.
With one gulp, I shoved it into my mouth. Using my tongue like a buffer, I waxed that piece like a professional. His moans grew louder. He couldn't contain it.
"Shit!" He blurted. "Damn girl, slow down"
...I went faster.
I could feel his legs tighten and I knew it was about to happen. So, I sucked deeper and harder.

His body jolted as if he were struck by lightening and before I knew it, a part of his soul was on my tongue. I caught it.

That's when I knew... He was hooked.

-to be continued...

Hello readers, it's ya girl Ms. Luv & Lust!
Today's Steamy Kiss is about the openness, willingness, and acceptance of "Four play"
What's expected? What's 'Too Much'?
With me, anything can happen as long as I feel secure with the man I'm with.

Now don't get me wrong, this was no random stranger. It was my Ex. We were together for 3 years and only broken up for a few months.

My question to you is this, What is the difference between being a "slut/slore/whore" and just trying to please your man/woman how you'd want them to please you?

I think that with certain acts, one must obtain a certain level of maturity. It irks my every nerve when I hear a girl say.. "I aint suckin no dick!" or a guy say "I aint eatin no pussy!" Shit, why the hell not?? Hmph.., you know what I tell 'em, right?

That's right... "Neeeext!"


Well, until next time...