Chronicles of a Confirmed Bachelorette

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STaste of Passion

C

litoris what a weird yet erotic name. Listen to how it sounds when it rolls off your tongue,
clitoris.
Funny how that one little thing between my thighs can have my world

come crashing down around me if it’s taken care of right. If that person knows how to rub my clit just right or suck it long enough to make me cream all over myself. What I love about a woman is she will always know what I want because she wants the same thing. Every woman wants someone to French kiss their clit, stroke it so good it makes your thighs shake.

One of my best sexual experiences was with a girl. When my eyes landed on her it was an instant attraction. I’d always been attracted to women but was too afraid to act on it. She was different I don’t know what it was about her but I needed to have her. I remember her like it was yesterday, the image of her will forever be embedded in my memory. I remember her curly hair cascading down her back and bouncing in her face with every movement. Her makeup was flawless not too much she wore just the right amount to give her face a shine but also a natural look. She was wearing the hell out of her red dress. It hugged every curve on her body my eyes went straight to her plump ass that damn near popped out of the bottom of her dress. She was definitely trying to kill somebody tonight.

I knew I wanted her so it didn’t surprise me when we ended up in the backseat with my man driving us home. When I stuck my hand out for her she didn’t hesitate to link our hands together and follow me out of the club. I’d been drinking Ace of Spades all night and it had me feeling a little bold. I couldn’t keep my hands to myself. Her hands snaked around my neck as she pulled me into a kiss. Her lips reminded me of butter against mine. Her taste invaded my taste buds the liquor she was sipping made its presence known in my mouth but it wasn’t to over powering. Our tongues began a slow dance of their own. I took the lead my tongue was forceful it didn’t ask for access to her mouth it demanded it. A moan escaped her lips as I explored her. She was sweet and all I could think of is tasting her to see if her pussy tastes just as sweet. I sucked her tongue into my mouth as my hands got lost in her hair. My clit was thumping between my thighs; my nipples ached because of how hard they were. I wanted her to touch me; I wanted her to make me cum hard.

I’d never felt so much intensity, so much passion with a person, let alone a woman.
So this is what it’s supposed to feel like? This is what attraction is with someone. This is the passion I’ve been missing.
I thought to myself. All the nights I laid in bed dissatisfied with sex, not knowing someone’s kiss could have my heart beating so loud I could hear it in my ears. I thought it was impossible to feel all of this from a kiss.

But I knew I needed more. I could feel my juices soaking my panties. My clit was so hard each movement I made had an effect on my body. I squeezed my legs tight and almost creamed on myself. She finally broke the kiss, the smile on her face let me know I’d given myself away. There was no way she couldn’t see the want in my eyes. No way she couldn’t see my nipples pressed against the sheer fabric of my dress.
Could she feel the heat from my pussy? Could she smell the scent of my juices and peach body wash?

Any part of her that I could touch I did. One of my arms wrapped around her waist while the other caressed her body. Her skin was so smooth and soft under my touch. I was so use to a man that the feeling of her kind of shocked me.

She was quiet but her hands followed mines everywhere I touched. My hands started at the nape of her neck and somehow made their way between her thighs. I looked at her for approval; she held my hand and slid it between her thighs. I immediately felt the warmth of her, it felt like home. Her juices coaxed my fingers to go deeper. She held my hand and moved it in and out of her.

This had to be the sexiest experience I’ve ever felt. To be so close to her like this, to know she wanted me as bad as I wanted her. Her pussy was so wet my fingers slid in and out of her with ease. She still held my hand but allowed me to control the movement. I was slow taking my time to get to know her. My thumb played with her clit as I slid another finger inside of her. She bit her lip before smiling in approval.

“You like it?”
“Yes”, she moaned.
Knowing that I was making her feel good did something to

me. Knowing that just the flicker of my finger inside of her pussy had her wet turned me on. I’d never had this type of control over someone. During sex my boyfriend always controlled the mood, controlled how long it lasted, what positions he wanted me in. But she was so willing to give me utter control. So willing to allow my fingers to get lost inside of her. To bring her pleasure this way, it did something to me. It set my body on fire.

I could feel my man’s eyes on us I could see his mouth moving but I was so caught up in her everything he said was incoherent. I was focused on her I could care less what he was trying to tell me. It was all about me and her, I wanted to make her feel good, and I wanted her to tell me. It was all about me and her, I wanted to make her feel good, and I wanted her to always remember this moment because I knew I would.

She started a slow grind on my fingers. I watched as she lifted up from the seat and met my fingers each time they thrust deep inside of her. My thumb pressed down on her clit as my two fingers sped up. She was so wet her pussy began to have a conversation with my fingers. Each time my fingers stroked her, her pussy made a slurping noise for me.

“Do you see how wet you have me? Can you see how much my pussy likes your fingers inside of me?” She threw her head back as her grind became faster. “Go deeper and faster baby make me cum. I’m almost there”, she begged. I obliged my fingers moving in and out of her at a rapid pace. We worked together she was riding my fingers so hard they started to cramp up but I was determined to make her cum so I kept going. My fingers hit the roof of her pussy and she bucked on my fingers.

“Do that”, she moaned. I did it again and she bucked once more. I knew I found her spot because the more I hit it the more she bucked and moaned yes. I felt her pussy contrast and release my hand every time her hips and my fingers met. The windows began to fog up the hotter it got in the back seat.

“Here it comes here it comes here it comes!” She screamed as she came all over my hands. She closed her eyes as her body shook riding out her orgasm. I slowed my fingers down feeling her sticky juice all over my hand. Once I pulled out of her, her juices coated my hand, I took the two fingers and slid them between my lips tasting her pussy. Just how I predicted she was sweet. “Um” I moaned.

She laughed while shaking her head. “Shit that was crazy, I haven’t came that hard in a long time.”
“Glad I could help mah.”
She sat up in her seat. “Are you ready for me now?”
Hell yeah I was ready for her, I’d been ready twenty minutes ago when I felt her tongue sliding across mines. The anticipation of finally feeling her tongue damn near had me on the edge. I wondered if it would feel like my boyfriends. What if it didn’t feel good? What if she didn’t know what the hell she was doing and was lost down there? But then I thought what if it felt so good I didn’t want anything else inside my pussy but her tongue.
“I’ve been ready.”
She laughed while hiking my dress up my thighs. “Oh you been ready huh?” Without warning she released my breast from my dress. The coldness of the night made my nipples harden even more. I held my breast in the palm of my hand rubbing my own nipples to get some type of release.
Before I knew it her face disappeared between my thighs. When her tongue made contact with my clit one word came to mind: heaven. Only heaven could feel the way her tongue felt as she slid it across my clit. “Shit.” My clit was so sensitive from being so aroused her tongue felt like pure torture. She started off slow wrapping her lips around my clit allowing her tongue to dance around the tip. Shit why did that have to hurt but feel good at the same time. I wanted to push her face away tell her I couldn’t take it but I also wanted to grab the back of her neck and shove my pussy in her face so I wouldn’t lose the feeling of her tongue on my clit.
“You taste better than I thought you would.” Her tongue slid inside of my pussy. My mouth fell open as she stroked my pussy like her tongue was my own personal dick. She felt so good inside of me I didn’t want the feeling to end. My fingers rubbed my nipples as I began to ride her tongue. God the feeling of her tongue and my fingers had me dizzy. She felt so thick inside of me and when I thought her tongue couldn’t go any deeper she proved me wrong and slid more inside of me.
There was just something about a woman between my legs I’d never get over. I wondered if this is what a man felt like when he had his woman on her knees sucking his dick. My hands got lost in her hair as I held the back of her neck lifting off my seat and grinding my pussy in her face. She didn’t miss a beat her tongue twirled inside of me. She pulled out licked my clit and dove back inside of me. That shit drove me crazy it felt too good. Her tongue felt so good I almost ripped her hair from the roots.
I couldn’t believe I’d been missing this all this time. Why couldn’t my man make me feel as good as she was making me feel now? Why didn’t I have the passion with him that I had with this woman someone I didn’t even know?
“I’m cuming”, I panted. I knew my man would be mad that he wasn’t getting any action but I could care less. My body started to tingle I felt myself on the edge of losing control. She slurped my pussy like it was her last meal. I became light headed as I thrust my hips into her face. I could have been hurting her but she didn’t mind. Yes it was coming, God it was coming so strong. My head became light as she sucked my clit. I couldn’t take it but I wanted it, I wanted it so badly.
“I’m cuming!” That only made her suck harder, only made her tongue move across my clit faster. And then it happened tears filled my eyes as my world shattered into a million pieces. It felt too good to moan so my mouth hung up, my hands grew tighter around her hair. My body went limp like a rag doll in the back seat. My orgasm rippled through me, the feeling made me forget to breathe for a second. I closed my eyes and shook my head. It felt like my orgasm would never stop.
She slowed her pace down and let me enjoy her lips around me, I wanted to push her off because even her breath hitting my clit kept my orgasm going. “How was that?”
I looked down at her with one eye open trying not to laugh. “You did your thing mah.”
That was the start of something I knew I wouldn’t want to be without. If she could make me feel this good what else could a woman do to me? I wanted to feel that passion with someone, I wanted that control. The control is what made my experience even sexier. I could have a woman between my legs giving me what I was missing. Why not have the best of both worlds?