Tag: pussies

a dream I had about licking a girl’s pussy

“You want me to eat you out,” I might’ve asked, though I think it was more like a challenge; “I bet you won’t let me eat you out.” It was in response to something she’d said about being a freak; someone who’s sexually uninhibited. It was somewhat of a boast on her part, which I took advantage of. I was only sort of joking and perhaps she was when she accepted the challenge, but she sat back and pulled her pants down.

They could’ve been shorts, but what does it matter. She was on a couch with nothing between me and her bare pussy but a thin layer of cotton. I started rubbing on her clit, through her panties, almost instantly and she almost as instantly started getting wet. I pulled her waistband down a lot quicker than I probably would’ve if I knew it was a sure thing; if we weren’t in a room with other people; her friends; walking around.

There was a guy right there with us, to her left, either on the couch or in a chair just beside it. I don’t remember if I was still rubbing her clit or had already started licking it when he leaned over with a smile to get a closer look. She scolded him in a quasi-angry fashion, telling him to “get the fuck back” or something along those lines, with an exaggerated grimace. She was a ghetto girl, yes, but her looks were just my type.

She was light-skinned; black but probably mixed with Hispanic or something down the heredity line; with a cute face and petite body. She didn’t seem particularly slim; the way she was bending over as she sat back on the couch might’ve even given her two or three belly rolls; but she was far from fat. If not for her personality, she’d be nearly perfect for me. Not that I was trying to be her boyfriend or anything.

All I wanted to do was, as the popular metaphor goes, eat her out and that I was doing. Technically I was licking her clitoris, but I certainly would’ve worked my way down if she didn’t cum (orgasm) so fast. In true dreamworld fashion, her panties, which I’d pulled down but not off, filled with clear nectar, which I slurped up like a happy hummingbird. “Piña colada, baby,” I said as I stood up and that’s just what it tasted like.

I remember asking if she was really a girl (female) before I started. Her agreeing to let me do it as fast as she did; I barely even knew her; seemed too good to be true. She’d laughed and affirmed she was. Afterward when she reminded me of the LBG girl I’d made fun of, I feared she was going to confess to being a male or something, but all she said with a giggle was that she’s her “wife”; whatever that meant.

2024 November 07

audio review : Bet She Can’t ( song ) … Total

The prosaic title of this song, which I would’ve made The Goods, refers to a guy’s girlfriend’s vaginal skills when it comes to sexual intercourse. Total; Kima Keisha And Pam; play the role of the (booty) call girl who brags she can do it better because she puts her “back into it”.

It’s a sexy song indeed; the music is sleekly produced; but it would be better without Missy and Diddy’s ad-libs. The biggest turnoff is when the latter breaks the fourth wall and promotes the former by name, which takes you; the aforementioned beau; right out of the fantasy.

my rating : 4 of 5

1998

audio review : The Other Level ( song ) … Bushwick Bill

Bushwick Bill is having a threesome with “two of the finest bitches around”, but they’re not the only ones enjoying themselves. Listeners are treated to not only a fun little sex story, enhanced with ad-libs and sound effects from the girls, but a raunchy beat enhanced with a sample from Love Hangover by Diana Ross; the part where Ross sighs like she’s getting fucked.

my rating : 4 of 5

1991

a dream I had about visiting a brothel

I don’t know whether I thought it was a regular hotel or knew it was a brothel, but there I was, in a fancy five-star-styled suite, ready to spend the night. I must’ve been on the internet or something, but it seemed like a real-life (paper) brochure popped up out of nowhere. It was the picture on it though that made me recoil.

I literally jumped as if somebody scared me, which is basically what happened. The face on the brochure, which was supposed to be a woman, looked like a darker version of RuPaul without the makeup and wig. It was probably a man, I thought, but even if I knew it was a woman, it would’ve been a hard pass.

The hookers could apparently see our reactions live from another room because he/she (it) came out almost instantly with a look of disgust to match mine. It was apparently highly offended by my reaction to which I explained apologetically that, with so many men pretending to be woman, I couldn’t take any chances.

It left just as quick as it came, leaving me with a metaphorical bad taste in my mouth. I must’ve had my own condoms because I wasn’t really concerned about STDs, but fucking a dude wasn’t exactly on my list of things to do. I did have my camera with me though and planned to try to get a video if the girl allowed.

“The girl” ended up being the very next one to pop up on a brochure. This one looked a lot younger, a lot lighter skinned and, most importantly, a lot cuter. That last bit automatically increased the likelihood of it being a female, enough so that, even after that first scary encounter, I didn’t doubt it.

She looked like a foreign girl; one of the Asian varieties; and quite petite, which I love. I was so enamored, in fact, that, in a magical dream move, I grabbed her by the hand via brochure, which made her appear in real life but also yank her hand away in what seemed like anger. She obviously didn’t like me grabbing her hand.

Before I could wonder if that meant she was repulsed by me physically, she made it clear that I was simply going too fast. She went pass me a few feet, further into my suite, as if walking off her irritation, turned around and came back to me. “You can get it,” she said before rubbing her fingers to imply I’d have to pay.

“Of course,” I said with an exaggerated grimace before she pulled a long gun out from nowhere; it was a shotgun or rifle; and pointed it right at my face. I somehow got the hint; not that she was going to rob me but that she’d shoot me if I didn’t pay her after sex. “Damn,” I said. She laughed and put the gun down.

A maid; she was cute too; had also entered the room. She carried my stuff to the bed. I remember seeing the legs of my tripod dangling from her arms. That reminded me of the video, which I still hadn’t brought up when I awoke. Whether she agreed to let me shoot her or not, I’d like to think the night ended in a threesome.

2024 July 23