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Every Hot Shower Should Come with Steamy Sex (Part 2)



J carries me into the bedroom and places me on the bed, still wrapped up like a sushi roll. My hair, still wet, is cascading down my back and leaving little round water stains on the covers.

“Will you lotion me up?” I ask.

“Do you want me to do your legs, arms, back or all over?”

“Well since you gave me that option, I’m gonna have to go with all over. And you know what I mean when I say all over.”

He laughs and says, “No, I have no idea what you mean by all over.”

He starts leaning into me, his presence forcing me to lay down on the bed. He places his hands on my leg and uses his fingers to gently graze me.

“You want me to lotion up here?” he asks while trailing his hands up my leg…then higher on my thigh.

I silently nod, my eyes already hooded, my body already anticipating.

“What about here?” J asks, while kissing my collarbone, slowly…gently. Then his tongue traces the outline of my shoulders. Damn, his lips feel so good. Every spot he kisses…licks…feels like it’s been hit with fireworks.

He takes his lips off of my shoulders and looks down at me. I know that if we start kissing…we will have to finish what we started in the shower, which means, the kitchen won’t get cleaned, emails won’t get sent, unpacking won’t get done…

He leans in and I automatically close my eyes and tilt my head up. Everything else can wait…his lips on mine are all that matter right now. His lips are not as hungry as they were earlier in the shower. He slowly brushes them against mine. I return his kiss with the same gentleness. My arms are circled around his neck. His hands are rubbing up and down my sides. We do this back and forth kissing…our lips as soft and tender as a butterfly’s grace…as if to extend the sweetness of the appetizer, before we get to the main course.

I try to fight back moans…but they rise with the beating of my heart. As if on cue, I can feel J start to harden. I wrap my legs around his back and his hands move down to grab my ass. Our kisses began to pick up the pace…our tongues tasting more urgently…our breaths getting more heavy. He starts grinding on top of me as his dick gets more and more defined…and my pussy is getting more and more moist. Our towels act as a barrier, and the friction of the terry cloth rubbing against my clit, is making me gasp and sigh in ways I can’t explain. His lips move from my lips down to my chin…down to my neck, where he flicks his tongue up and down, side to side.

“Oh, shit baby!” I love when J uses his tongue.

He doesn’t stop at my collarbone, but continues to head south. He unwraps the towel from around me and just stares at my body. I feel like I am being displayed like a piece of art and he is studying me…deciding which part of my body is the most beautiful to him. He gazes lovely at my breasts and seems to ponder, which one to enjoy first. He decides on my right breast and wraps his mouth around my taunt nipple. He suckles it, while fondling my left breast. I love the feel of his big hands on me. He uses his tongue…expertly moving it around and around my nipple, sending shivers down my spine and moans out of my mouth. He teases my nipple with his teeth as he finishes the right breast and switches over to give my left some attention. His sucking, licking, and nibbling is making me squirm uncontrollable…and I can tell he is just getting started.

He heads further south, kissing his way down, towards my belly button. And then lower still. He uses his tongue to graze the area where my legs meet my hips…and I am shuddering already…my breathing starts to stutter…I am so glad I decided to take the time to get that Brazilian wax.  I hope the sight of my smooth pussy lips entices J enough to take a bite.

He hovers for a minute over my triangle. I can feel him eying it, even with my eyes closed. I know J is still kind of shy when it comes to pleasuring my pussy with his tongue and I don’t want to pressure him into it, so I just silently try to brainwash him with my telepathic thoughts.

What the fuck…I feel a slight breeze on my bare skin. It is warm and tingly. Oh shit, J is blowing on my pussy lips…damn! OMG…he is kissing my landing strip and heading further south. OMG…is he actually going to do it?! Is he actually going to taste me….

OMG…fuuuuck!! He takes his tongue and slides it in between my pussy lips. He places his hands under my ass and lifts my lower half off of the bed as he uses his lips and tongue to devour me.

“Omigod, baby. Fuck! Damn, that feels so good!”

The only responses I get from him are more slurps of his tongue, as he flicks it up and down my pussy lips. I am tingling everywhere. My hands are all in his hair…squeezing his shoulders…and with every moan I release, he is tasting me harder and harder. It’s like I have gold in between my legs and he’s using his tongue to unlock my treasure chest. He is damn good at this…I can hardly contain myself. My body is shaking and my pussy is pulsating and I’m dripping…everywhere. So much profanity is coming out of my mouth…I feel possessed by the devil. So much pleasure is riveting from my pussy to the rest of my body, I feel like I’ve lost control of my shakes and shudders.  I am starting to feel it, but there is one more thing I need from him before he can take me over the edge. I use one hand to spread open my pussy lips wider, so his tongue can dig in even deeper…and I use my other hand to guide his head, higher up…to my happy bump. He follows my guide without any hesitation and starts sucking on my clit. His tongue and lips go into overdrive and I can no longer control my need to cum.

“Fuck, baby…I am about to cum…Please don’t stop…Just suck on my clit…Yes, right there…” Omyfuckinggoodness…my body is experiencing wave after wave of spasms. My eyes go blind and see colorful spots dancing at the same time. My hands are everywhere…clutching the bed sheets, J’s head, J’s shoulders…until I can’t take it anymore. My pussy is just pulsating and I’m soo sensitive that I have to push him away.  I’m trying to slide away from him and he grabs my legs and looks up at me.

“I never said I was done,” J says, with a greedy, hungry look in his eyes.

“Baby, I swear I can’t take it anymore.”

“Are you begging me to stop?” J asks, hardly able to believe what he was hearing. I am always ready for more. I am the one sheltering a nymph deep within my loins.

“Baby, I just came soo good, I have to catch my breath. And damn, where did you learn to eat pussy like that?!”

“You liked it?” he says with a grin.

He knows I liked it…actually I loved it. “Baby, if you eat my pussy like that every day, I swear I will clean your apartment, wash your laundry, cook every night…”

He interrupts my sentence with a kiss. He tastes of my orgasm. I open my mouth and search out his tongue with my own…wanting to do to his mouth, what he just did to my pussy. I suck on his lower lip and can taste my own desires. I can feel his shaft…so hard…up against my tender lips. He is moaning and grinding on top of me. I can tell he is ready for the main course.

“Grab my dick,” J commands. I do as I’m told and begin to stroke him. Gently, but steady… I move my hands up and down…up and down. His dick is so hard…I know he is just aching to be inside of me. I place his dick in between my legs but don’t let him inside…yet. I just want him to feel the heat coming from my core. He adjusts his weight on top of me and starts grinding his hips again. My pussy, still sensitive from being his midnight snack…instantly throbs for more.

“K, do you want me inside of you?”

“Hell yes. What are you waiting for? My pussy is so wet!”

“I didn’t hear the magic words.”

Magic words?? Oh… “Please, J…I want you so bad.”

“Beg me…” he says, still grinding his shaft against my valley.

“Please….oh gosh…please…”

I feel him take his dick and direct it into my opening. My body tenses up. I can feel the tip of his dick as he slowly starts to fill me up. Every time is like the first time between us.

“Oh, shit!!” I throw my head back and a gasp escapes from deep within.

With every stroke he is prying me open…wider and wider, plunging deeper and deeper…into my pussy. Opps…I meant my heart. Ahh…shit…fuck romance at the moment. This feels so damn good, I can’t even think straight right now. His long, thick dick is plunging deeper and deeper into my pussy…and with every thrust, I’m releasing pussy juices. I mean every centimeter of his cock is soaked. My wet ecstasy is literally seeping into his pores…and J is loving it.

TO BE CONTINUED….

 

Every Hot Shower Should Come with Steamy Sex (Part 1)


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The water is cascading down my hair and all over my body. Then a slight breeze tickles my nipples and they respond with hardened tips. I know he is there. He doesn’t have to say a word. I can feel his eyes watching me as I shower.  My eyes remain closed as I rinse off my shampoo, along with all the stress and dirt from a busy day.

“J, is that you?” I ask.

“Who else would be watching you take a shower?” he jokingly replies back.

I finally open my eyes…just in time to see him slip off his black boxer briefs and step into the standing shower with me.  Damn, he is a sight to behold…especially when his lean, 6’3” frame is standing in front of you naked. I step backwards to allow the shower head to spray him with droplets that do nothing but accentuate his strong shoulders, glisten off of his arms and trickle down his chest. I try not to watch the droplets that are traveling via his chest…because then my eyes will be drawn down to his penis…and oh, what a pretty penis it is. It’s the same sunny, almond color as the rest of his body…a good 7.5 to 8 inches depending on the time and day…and super thick. It’s the type of dick you want to conquer with your mouth…and your pussy. He doesn’t even have to “man-scape” since he barely has any hair surrounding his cock…and what little he has is like an arrow pointing to his prize possession. Well it’s actually more like my prize possession. He could care less about the size of his dick…and is as humble about it, as he is with everything else in his life.

A splash of water hits my face and I am shaken out of my reverie.

“What are you daydreaming about there, pretty girl? It better not be about another man.” J laughs. He knows that I have eyes only for him.

“And what if I was?” I retort back as I “try” to tickle him. I say “try” because J declares that he is not ticklish…even when he clearly squirms every time my fingers tickle his sides.

“Stop, I told you I’m not ticklish,” J says…of course all the while trying to fight back laughter and squirming like a wiggle worm from side to side. He then easily picks my 4’10” frame and places me against the shower wall, as I wrap my legs around his back. He showers my face and neck with little pecks as I giggle with delight and try to not get water into my eyes.

“Did you miss me today?” I ask.

“Umm…naw, not really he says,” while shaking his head no. “I can think of 10 other places I would rather be right now, instead of showering naked with you…like being in a gym with a bunch of sweaty, smelly men,” he teases.

I laugh out loud. We have grown to love and understand each other’s sense of sarcastic humor. I know how to read through his sarcasm to realize that the most important things out of his mouth, are what he does not say.

I kiss him on the lips. What started as an innocent peck, turns into an instant hunger. His arms grip around me tighter, as he presses me even harder against the wall. My arms are around his neck as our lips melt into one and my tongue searches out his. I suck on his bottom lip and a moan escapes from deep in his throat. I can feel him harden in between my open and parted legs. We haven’t seen each other in a few weeks and the time apart has only made our kisses even more intense and our carnal desires even harder to fight. I miss him terrible and my heart and body just won’t let me pull away from his kisses. Finally he stops and wills himself to pull away. I don’t know how he does it, but J has always had more willpower than me.

“Whew, baby,” he says, while catching his breath. “We’ve got to stop before I lose all self-control in the shower.”

He gently lowers me back down. I had already finished washing myself up but I grabbed our two bath sponges and poured body wash into both…one for him and one for me…so that we could wash each other down.  We have this routine of washing each other’s bodies and it is a habit I love.

I turn my back to him so he can scrub me down…first my back, then my neck. Then he gets on his knees and I like being the taller one at the moment. He gently places pecks all over my butt cheeks and I just sigh in contentment. I place my hands on the shower wall for support and arch my back towards him… silently begging him not to stop. He then scrubs down my legs and even the soles of my feet. J is such a detailed person. Then he spins me around to face him. I start washing his chest…his shoulders…his neck…then the back of him. His face is serious and his eyes are zoomed in on my breasts. My breasts are not too big…not too small…at a 34 C and very round…they are just right for J. He loves my breasts…he is totally a breasts man. I want him to just grab them and put them in his mouth…and suck…and lick…and nibble…until I can’t stand it anymore. But he doesn’t. He simply places little soft pecks everywhere as he is still gently scrubbing my lower back and butt. Gosh… I wish he didn’t have such restraint. He unintentionally makes me feel like a nympho sometimes.

“Baby, please…” I say.

“Shhh…I just want to take it slow. Let me enjoy this view. I just want to wash you up right now.”

He is such a tease and he knows it. Or maybe he’s really a sweetheart…and I’m just really a horny mess right now.

Then J suddenly puts his mouth over my left breast and I moan instantly. His hands are all over my ass…palming my round butt checks, like they are his favorite pair of basketballs. I lean myself closer to him and hold onto the back of his head. The shower is hitting my back…this feels like a dream…a wet dream. His hands slowly move from my butt to my hips. Then he slightly parts my legs with one of his hands and slides it in between my thighs. He places his thumb on my happy bump and uses his other four fingers to lightly trace the outside of my pussy lips. He has barely touched my pleasure zone and I am already gasping for air. I start panting and moaning as his fingers continues to search me. It feels so good I can barely keep my knees from collapsing. I don’t want him to stop…but he does.

“K, let’s finish showering so we can go to the bedroom. I want to lay you down.”

So typical of J…his favorite place to have sex is in bed. I was actually hoping he would try something different tonight, but I guess not.

“Wait J, I haven’t finished cleaning you up. Stand up, so I can get your legs.”

When he stands up, I can barely concentrate. I am scrubbing him down…moving the bath sponge up and down his long legs…my pussy is throbbing…and his beautiful dick is in my face. I can’t take it anymore…I want that thing in my mouth! He feels me reach for it and he tries to push my hands away.

“Baby, not here. I really want to get out of here. The water is getting cold anyways.”

I ignore him. He’s a man…he doesn’t know what he wants half the time anyways. But I know what I want. I want to taste him with the cool water hitting my back. I want him to just lose control, relax and release himself onto me. ..and then let the water clean us off. So I ignore what his mouth is saying …and listen to his dick. Because his dick clearly wants me to suck it. It has grown hard in my hands again.

Before he can protest again, I grab the base of his dick and guide the rest of it into my mouth. A moan escapes his lips. He gives in to me…finally. He braces himself against the wall and leans his head back…eyes closed. I take my tongue and trace from the base of his dick to the tip…slowly. Then I use my tongue to draw circles around the head…over and over again. He can barely contain himself…with all types of moans and half spoken profanity coming out of his mouth. My lips form a tight grip around the head of his dick and I slowly suck…moving my head back and forth…and taking him deeper and deeper with each head nod. His hands are tangled in my hair…he starts controlling my head…causing me to take him even deeper…even faster.  I have to use my hands to slow his movements. His dick is so big, it keeps hitting the back of my throat and I am trying to fight my gag reflex. My eyes are starting to water. Gosh…K, keep it together. Just breathe in through your nose. I don’t want him to stop….I can’t tell him to slow down…otherwise he may never let himself lose control like this again. I attempt to maintain it…to regain control of the stroke. I start moaning as I continue to work my mouth and lips up and down his shaft.

“Oh shit, I’m starting to feel it. Oh shit…don’t stop. Go crazy on the top of my dick. Baby I’m about to cum…”

I can feel his legs start to shake and his dick starting to tense up. I lean my head back, with my mouth open and tongue out. He knows what to do. He takes over where my hands used to be and aims for my mouth. I hear him say “fuck” before I feel his seeds spill all over me. He seeds are showering down on my tongue, my chin, dripping down my neck…while the cool water is plastering my back. He’s been holding it for weeks and the buildup is evident all over me. He finally finishes unloading himself and sighs with relief.

He looks down at me and says, “Baby, are you ok? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, of course not, I love sucking you off and I love the way you taste,” I say, as I gently clean his tender and now shrunken dick. I then finish rinsing myself, along with what remains of J, off of my skin. Finally I turn the water off.

He hugs me tenderly. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he says, in between pecks all over my checks. “That was awesome. You are awesome.”

I smile to myself. I love pleasing him. I love the warm afterglow I get when I see him so satisfied…and so happy. After every time he cums, he gets this cheesy smile…you know, the ones where his dimples show…and I love knowing that I am the reason behind it.

He grabs a towel and wraps it around his waist. Then he grabs a towel for me and slowly dries me off. I look into his face…and he is still smiling…hard, like a camel…LOL.

“Wait, are you laughing at me?”

“Hahahaha, yes. Don’t ask me why…”

“Why are you laughing at me?! I’m not doing anything but drying you off.”

I laugh even harder, barely able to contain myself. “Hahahaha….omg…sorry. I was imagining you looking like a camel.”

At that comment, he picks me up off the floor and carries me out of the bathroom…with me still squealing and laughing in his arms.

TO BE CONTINUED…

 

There’s One Man That I Will Always Love…and Who Will Never Break My Heart


In the midst of ups and downs and male woes that I could write a 10 book series about…there is one man who still stands out among the rest. And after 27 years…he is still the best. My father is one of the strongest men out there. He left his family at the age of 19 years old, knowing that he may never see them again, to join a cause that he believed in…and that was to fight for his country. During that journey he met and fell in love with my mother, who was of a different tribe and spoke a different language…and won her over with his shy smile. And almost 29 years later…he is loving her still. He fathered 5 children…while working numerous jobs, learning English, and getting his degree.

My father is not the richest man…he is not the smartest man…he is not the strongest man…but he has taught me more about life, then the richest, smartest, or strongest man ever could.

He has taught me that you can start a new life with not a penny to your name. My father came to the United States with absolutely NO money and NO connections. He started working right away and made $5 a DAY!! He now owns his own home, car, put himself through community college, maintains a steady job, and still managed to put 3 children through higher education. If my father has achieved this much from so little…I know that money is not an obstacle unless you make it one.

He has taught me that knowledge is power and it’s the type of power that no one can take away from you. If you don’t have the knowledge, then you do what you need to do, to achieve that knowledge. My father may not have an architect’s degree, but he helped build his own home. He may not have a mechanic’s license, but my father knows how to fix everything from an oil filter change to spare parts. My father may not be an agricultural specialist, but his little garden grows everything that can be found at the grocery store. He may not have a linguistic degree, but he speaks 6 languages: Rade, Jarai, Vietnamese, French, English and Thai. And I could go on and on. I wonder how many people with PhD’s could compete with a man who holds knowledge as vast as my father’s.

He has taught me that strength is not found in height, muscle, or weight….it is found in the heart. I believe that the heart is the strongest muscle in the human body. It is the only thing that can break over and over again…and not only endures, but grows stronger afterward.  He has seen his country fall, his comrades die, and lost his family and friends at a young age. But he has grown to love another country, made new friends, and been the father that he never had. I hope I inherited half the heart that my father has.

So HAPPY FATHER’S DAY to my Ama (father) and all the other father’s just like him!!

 

That Thin Line


Damn it, he saw me. I’ve been avoiding his gaze for at least 2 weeks now…and I think he knows it. He somehow senses that my absence from his evening cigarette reveries… is not by accident. He invites me over and I decline and he does not push it, like he usually would. My conversation is less revealing and my body language steers me towards my own front door…instead of his. There has been a change and he wants to say something…to justify it…to correct it, but he has not done anything wrong to begin with. And I know this…and he knows this. He will not be able to bring me back to a state of openness, late night laughter, and secret whispers…and this permanence slightly dents my heart.

There are things he wants to tell me but there are questions that I refuse to ask…so for the first time in our short acquaintance, there is that awkward silence. My eyes gaze into his and I choke on my own thoughts of wondering who she was. All it took was a glance, to see that the skinny, pale, blond girl, was everything I am not…and that secretly makes me glad. As she shakes my hand, I glance down at her barely there breasts and I wonder if she knows how his eyes water and mouth begs for a glimpse of mine. I see how her pale skin has not been kissed by the sun and I wonder if she knows how he marvels at my golden tone, whether it’s under the night sky…by candlelight…or being lit by television sitcom rays. And her hair…her thin, stringy, blonde hair…it will never do, for he likes to entwine his hands in my thick, dark locks and bury his face in its scent until it lulls him to sleep.

I haven’t seen her again…but I know she will be one of many. Just like he has seen male visitors, though they are few and far between, and noted that their skin was darker than his, their girth twice his size, and their voice missing that country twang that distinguishes his. Sometimes the line between what we want right now and what we usually prefer, is as different as night and day.

He misses me, I can tell because his words give him away. He notices my early mornings, my late nights, my flowers blooming and even my wind chime, that does not chime. Its silence reflects my heart when I decided that we can no longer cross that thin line between mine and his. No more sunburn ointments, no more stormy night reassurances, no more grocery bag favors, no more bottle opener borrowings…no more going that extra mile for no other reason except for the pleasure of seeing the other pleased. The fact that I have reduced us to two pleasant strangers passing within an arm’s length away…saddens me. But this is how it must be.

Tonight, he asked if I had any more groceries and if I needed help carrying them up. Some lies have a purpose, so I lied and said no. He somehow senses that my absence from his evening cigarette reveries… is not by accident…and I just confirmed it.

When the Past Calls…Send it to Voicemail


They say, when the past calls, send it to voicemail…and I did. I really did. But that did not stop the jolt of emotion that ran from my phone through my hands, up my arms and into my heart.

They say, some people come into your life for a season…or for a reason. You were a lesson… like a hope for more, that never happened.

I went to salsa night to dance my cares away…and tried to dance you out of my system in hopes that you would seep out of me like the sweat that collected on my forehead. I tried to lose myself in the drums in hopes that they would drown out the sound of my pounding heart…but they didn’t.

I met men who made love to me with their eyes and with mouths…that formed words which made the English language sound more beautiful than it was ever meant to sound. But still…it did not erase the sound of yours. That voicemail lingered in the back of my head. Your voiced called to me like a flower searching for a ray of sun on a cloudy day. So I finally listened. You still sound as sexy as ever. I should delete your voicemail so I can erase the chains that I have allowed you to construct around me. I tried. I really tried, but I could not bring myself to do it…just yet. Maybe tomorrow…or next week…I will be ready to erase the sound of deep, rich caramel dripping into my ear.

But at least I didn’t call you back…hooray for small victories. I tell myself I am saving your voice for a rainy day…because I know there will be plenty of those to come. And on lonely nights when my fingers are itching to dial your number…I will just call my voicemail instead. And one day…I don’t know when…but I know it will be soon…your calls will no longer be like gravity pulling me into the past.