Expectedly, the room was empty. We made our way in and I turned to lock us in. Turning back to face her, I developed a greater appreciation for my room at that moment. It was going to be a room I would forever remember. It was not looking its best that particular evening but it would do. I turned off the lights then and swiftly moved close to her. We began kissing instantly and I knew from that moment on – it was finally going to happen.
Anthony Ezenwa is the name but I prefer Tony. I’d like to welcome you to this short journey into a part of my life. ‘As good as it gets’ is a story of nineteen gorgeous women and how they had various degrees of effect on my life. Excuse the clich but this short 20 week long blog will not be short of passion, intrigue, drama e.t.c As much as I expect most readers to lose themselves in all these, I’d like to advice that you read between the lines a lot and hopefully, you’ll learn as much as I have from it. Have fun.

Though the lights were off, the dim rays, which strayed into the room projected the beauty of Deola’s young body. I had just turned 20 and she was 19 and this was our moment of perfecting the emotions we had been generously tossing around for over two months.Why was it special? At 20 and with the knowledge I had about women and all things sexual, it was fast becoming a mystery how I had been able to stay a virgin all these years. Like I said, it was mysterious so don’t ask. Deola was a virgin and we had been toying with the idea of losing hers (offcourse she didn’t know I was one) and this was going to be the night.
I had heard so much about this and the drama that accompanied it but after knowing Deola for a couple of months, I knew she was the lucky one. Off came her top, the bra was black and silky…hmmmm…just how I liked it. The kisses went from the lips to the neck – left side and then to the right…the slight vampire bite (a signature – maybe?), the soft shudder and the slight moan, which accompanies it is the signal for what comes next.Use those hands God gave you, work the upper body…me and my thoughts???? The kisses went from the neck to the chest – the bra pops and hello gorgeous!!!! Where do we begin? Left, right, whichever. The nipple being a very sensitive part of the female body has to be treated with utmost respect. Virgin or not, I knew this and I wasn’t going to disobey. A slight kiss here and there and the soundtrack from her moans went up one notch.
A few more minutes of paying homage to the land of boobage and I strayed a bit further lower. Many ignore Miss navel but not me. It’s a family and all the members must be involved. The reach for the bulge in my pants told me we had almost gotten there. Off came the denims (hers and mine) and a few minutes later, it was screams, moans, sweat and tears – yes tears. Noone warned me about that but I had to be flexible – hold her when necessary (can’t forget that one). Half an hour later, she lay in my hands sleeping and I knew I would love her for the rest of my life. She opened pandoras box (well, officially) and I would always be grateful for that.
We lasted for over a year. We were never short of dramas. I was completely faithful. She wanted and perhaps needed to gather more experience (so did I)….Parting ways was hard but after a month or so, I moved on.

I stopped a bike and was on my way in minutes, I had told her I didn’t want to drive because I needed to get home in good time. I was twenty-one and had been steady with my girl for a while. I was rounding up in school and this particular Friday, I was supposed to be on my way home to see my dad.
Moments later, after I was sure I had gotten far enough, I stopped the bike and got another. The destination was one I had only previously visited once – that was the plan. However, I had to make one more stop.
Ring Ring….”Where are you?” I asked and just as she answered, I saw someone getting off a cab and I knew she was the one. I walked out of the eatery leaving behind my half eaten burger. Meeting someone who I had known for months just for the first time, I expected the worst…bow legs, tribal marks, gapped teeth…but to my surprise, Eno was none of those. She was cute, not too busty but had lovely hips, luscious lips and though she was kinda tommish, she looked really cute.
I got into the cab and in a matter of minutes we were chatting like old friends who hadn’t seen eachother for months. We arrived at the hotel (that’s what they called it) and well, my expectations were not met but it would do. We got into our room and after taking in our home (for the next few hours), she loosened up, washed up, changed and joined me as we sat in bed talking.
We talked for a bit and then came the awkward silence and I knew it was time. I drew closer to her and asked: “May I kiss you?” Her answer was “Before nko”…. That was how it began. It was as if our lips had been waiting for that moment since we were born. They found each other and ten minutes later, we laid in bed butt naked, still kissing.
She was obviously very sensual. She let out soft moans even as my lips wondered to her neck region. This was just my second partner but I felt confident and in control, it was going to be the same routine – well, so I thought. I worked my togue on the nipples and the soft moans grew louder. I’m not very expressive orally in bed and till today it still gets to me when a gurl is excessively loud even though I’ve learnt to tolerate it. Well, when I felt I had gotten her wet enough, I strapped on and dived in. Wow, she was tight, very tight and it felt so good initially but as the thrusting was about to begin, it all felt so dry – damn condoms, I thought. I got out and re-strapped, I got back in and seconds later as we got all dry again, she kept, moving away as I tried to force it. This went on for a while and we must have been like some Olympic wrestlers.
Something was wrong and we were just a few hours into a night we had been planning for months. Eno and I had met online, we got talking and talking and talking. We had spoken about everything and only one thing was on our minds when we planned to me. I wanted her, she wanted me and I was not going to let up till we had gotten what we came for.
While we laid in each others arms, she told me it was a ‘small’ challenge she had always had. She found it hard to stay wet for long and as a result of that she had never ever experienced orgasm. This was a lot to take in at this time. From our conversation she must have expected a miracle from me but there I laid half hating myself for paying for the stupid hotel and hating the fact that it was going to be a terrible waste of time.I just couldn’t. Not just like that, there had to be something I could do. Just then, she drew close to me and we began kissing again. This time, I was going to try it different. I rested her back and got to work with my lips slowly making their way down to her honey pot. I closed my eyes and prayed she would be one of the clean ones and as I got there and took in a whiff, I was glad. I started slow and so did the moans, I worked my way around and in no time, there were nails scratching my back. The juices were flowing but not so fast. `this time, I opted to go with my fingers…
I started with one and then added a second. My fingers weren’t as big and so, she didn’t dry up fast. I slowly whirled my way around until I found what I was looking for. The Spot – G, V or whatever you want to call it. I let my fingers linger on that spot and I felt the juice pouring. I strapped on and dived in. I went in from behind, I wanted a piece of that ass and as I pushed and met the soft lusciousness of it, I felt something new.
We swapped styles several times and her loud moans definitely put our room on the map. She enjoyed every bit of it though she didn’t climax. We left noon the next day after she confirmed she was sore and swollen. We hooked up twice during the following week and during her second visit, ‘we’ succeeded in getting her to climax. Lesson learnt.

I picked the call and the voice on the other side was medium pitched, and somehow sultry. She said hello and hesitated as she was about to talk. On a normal day, maybe I would have been irritated but not tonight. I said hi and encouraged her to speak up. She did and what she said, well, it’s still kinda hard to believe even till now. She said she was my neighbour and was just checking up on me and wishing me a merry Christmas. My neighbour? I ran through the list and couldn’t place the voice. Then, she told me to check her number and she hung up.
Weird! I checked her number and noticed that in digits, her number was right before mine – strange. Neither I nor my friend believed this and I just had to call back. This was how I met Tade, the craziest gurl I’ve ever met till date. We spoke at length that night and she took me on a journey in to life of a young, intelligent, sexy, playful and fun-loving gurl.
To cut to the chase, we only got to meet a month after that call and it was worth the wait. I had just changed flats and my room had just a mattress on the rug and it was more or less void. Tade came by mid afternoon and the first thing that struck me about her what something she had passively mentioned to me. Her breasts were absolute juggernauts….hugemongus. The ratio of her tiny physique to that of her jugs was incredible. Light-skinned, talkative but very free.
We bonded instantly and began talking like we had known eachother for years. The moment finally came and after I made the first move and kissed her, I felt her open-up further and knowing she was going to enjoy what would follow, she pleaded with me to let us do it ‘her way’. Her way? I was open to experiments so I agreed. She went in her bag then and brought out a zip-lock which was stuffed halfway with what I instantly recognized as weed.
Yes – weed! She pleaded with me not to think of her as weird but that she always got to another level of sensuality whenever she was high on weed. I had experimented with a lot in my life but not weed. Well, knowing this was a great opportunity, I agreed and she asked that we made it with noodles instead of smoking it. Smart. I made the noodles myself, just two. We ate it together and I gradually felt the effect setting in. Thankfully, the control-freak in me didn’t let me fall completely, that’s why I can recollect enough of the story to tell y’all.
She made the first move this time. She literally pounced on me. I tore of the bra first – Lord! Those things were HUGE. I’m so much of a breast man but even those were too much. I played around with them and lingered on her nipples, which were extra sensitive. She was also the loud type and kept on saying my name. I held her by the waist and was so scared I would break her into two. She was however stronger than I imagined. I wanted to go in from the front but she pleaded with me to take her from behind. I flipped her around at one go and in seconds I was in.

Pushing, thrusting and oblivious of the loud noises we were making. I’m minutes we were both sweating despite the huge fan blowing in our faces.I held on to the breasts even as I pounded from behind. Maybe it was the weed, maybe it wasn’t but I felt like I could go on for hours-first round or not. She was so wet – almost dripping and she kept on asking for more even as I felt her coming repeatedly. I flipped her over again and just then she opted to sit on me. Her tiny frame made it easy for us to tryout several positions, which had seemed impossible to me before then.
After what seemed like ages, I came and it was simply amazing. I collapsed onto her massive bossom and more or less passed out. I woke up hours later and found her smoking a cigarette sitting on the edge of the bed. She had her legs crossed, still naked. She turned to look at me and smiled. The look in her eyes said – ready to go again?

The chemistry was instant. She looked deep into my eyes and had one of those devilish smiles on her face. Hmmmm…..she was trouble and I was in the mood to get my hands burnt. I decided to play along. Right underneath the coffee table that stood between us, our feet found eachother and even while we both spoke to my steady, we kept playing games. Once I had confirmed her level of interest, I left the rest for her to do. I took my leave without asking her a single question related to her contact information.
That night, I got online and ‘voila’, a friend request from a certain Yetunde, I added her instantly and minutes later, she came online and after chatting for a few minutes, we exchanged numbers and she called me up. We spoke for hours that night and once we had gotten over the preliminary ‘boy-meets-girl’ talk, it went down to the bad and dirty. She was one heck of a bad bad girl who was always ready to play. She had quite a resume when it came to the nasty and this got her more qualified for the job I was going to offer.
But not to fast, I needed to be sure it wasn’t a setup. I needed to know if this was all her and not some of my ‘steady’. I went on and on about how she had turned me on and I couldn’t wait to get a piece of her. We went back and forth on this till she offered a quick solution. Since we were both online, she offered to get on her webcam so we could play around a bit – juicy offer and exactly what I was looking for. I told her my webcam had some issues so I couldn’t help out. We then broke off our conversation cause I said I was tired. A few minutes later, I got a mail. It was from Yetunde and it had 12 pictures of her – all nude. Game on!
I called her up the next day and made room off my crowded schedule. I stopped over at her place as directed. She came to the door wearing a short transparent dress. She offered me a seat and she sat on the arm of the chair. We spoke for a couple of minutes and moments later, my hands found their was up her dress and in-between her laps. When I met no door (underwear) at the entry, I knew I had a pro on my hands.
The kissing was intense and no matter how high up I stuck my fingers, I got nothing from her. Like I presumed – a pro! I didn’t think I was having much impact till we crawled our way to her bedroom and got hold of her breasts. They were rich, full and well moulded. A good handful of beauty but that wasn’t my destination. I gently touched her nipples and that was when I got the response I wanted. She gently moaned and I knew I was home. I laid her down then and let my tongue go to work slowly and gently tickling her nipples.
As I continued, I could feel the effects of my actions down below. The juices were flowing and I knew it was time to take her but it was even better when she asked for it – that can feel so good atimes. I obliged and I could feel her warm insides. It was something. She had a wonderful backside that I wasn’t going to miss out on. I flipped her around and the smooth and beautifully sized masterpiece stirred at me. With only one thing on my mind, I went in and whoohooo….it was something. When I finally gave in, it was an outburst of pleasure I was pleased. Another day another story.

Boy is single. Boy goes online. Boy meets girl. Girl and boys begin to talk online. Conversations stray to the sexual bit. Boy and girl plan to meet. Boy and girl meet.
Ok, so you get it. That’s how Anita and I hooked up. However, this time, there was no hotel stunt. We were hooking up at my place and damn I was looking forward to it cause, one, Anita is one of those exceptional breeds. Tall and model sexy. She is Ghanaian but has no semblance whatsoever to your typical type. And you know what they say about Ghanaian women and their sexual appetite, well, at this point, I only knew of it as a myth but I was eager to find out.
The date was set, she was to come over to my place early on and we would have the whole day to ourselves. She came around about noon and I was glad that she found it easy to fit in. Infact, after a few minutes, she was laying lazily on my bed while we talked and I thought, hmmm, this is one damn fine sister and I couldn’t wait to find out what we could do together.Moments passed and like the natural course of events, the convos went to the sexual bit and from her responses and general reaction, she sounded so sure of herself ( I was kinda hoping she would). This prepared me for my next line of action. Since she was so sure of herself, why not take a shot at it. We started making out and DAMN! This didn’t feel like a Ghanaian. Her lips were so soft and she was one heck of a kisser. We went on kissing for so long, I almost forgot what I was supposed to be getting at. I finally snapped out of my awe and got my hands moving towards her breasts, which I also discovered were soft, succulent and yummy. I tried to work my hands lower but her hands met mine and prevented me. Oh no! I thought.
I gave it another shot but it wasn’t going to happen. Nope, she wasn’t ON or anything, simple – principle. As I later found out, she wasn’t going to go down so easy, I had to work here. Well, to cut the story, we hooked up two other times and all I got were blue balls and frankly, I was starting to get tired and wanted to throw the parole into the bin of ‘Long Things’ till she called me up on a certain Saturday afternoon and we eventually hooked up.
I had made up my mind to end it all and I was not going to even start anything with her that day. Anita however had her own agenda. From the moment she we got into my room, I knew she had just one thing on her mind. She flipped me around and literarily pinned me to the back of the door and the kissing began. That was when I first noticed the Ghanaian spirit in her. At some point I tried to break free and take control but I just couldn’t. Her grip on me was so hard – I wasn’t going anywhere. Minutes later, my pants were down and as I felt the soft tip of her tongue on me, there was a sharp rush of blood to my head. She put her soft lips to good use and unlike some, I didn’t even feel her teeth on me (it is after all called sucking, not biting).
She remained down there for what seemed like an eternity and I had no choice but to give in. I came the first time and I thought, that was it. That was her agenda. As I laid on the bed to catch my breath, she began to undress and I wondered what was happening. She then joined me in bed and got to work again. Usually, my turn around time was between 5 and 10 minutes but it must have only been a couple of minutes and Johnny was ragging. When she saw hat she had done, she humped on the spike and got to work. This girl was schooling me but I was loving it. After a few minutes, she spun around – cowgirl style. She was having her fun and I was letting her, I needed to be taken.
After three rounds, I knew I had to put an end to this. What I didn’t know was – how? She had evoked the spirit of the true Ghanaian and I was the victim. I summoned up courage to give it a shot and I chose to attack from behind. I was so burnt out but I must have called up some stored up backup energy or something cause for the first time all day, I heard her moan. This gingered me up and I continued to thrust harder and the moans got louder. I even heard my name at some point and that was the last thing I took note of. As I came, we both fell on the bed exhausted.
I must have slept for God knows how long that day. That was some encounter and I was proud to be a good student and not the teacher this time.

Meet Jenny, a sweet, luscious twenty year old. I met her through a good friend, Dipo. Dipo hooked up with her at some party where she was all up on the dance floor going gaga – he had to have a piece of her and he chose to close the deal at my apartment. On the said day, I met her briefly and they proceeded to the slaughterhouse where the deed should have gone down but someway, somehow, according to Dipo, he lost his appetite and stopped after desert was served.
A couple of months later, business was slow in the players lane so I enquired about little ol’ Jenny from Dipo. After little persuasion, he gave me the digits and later that evening I buzzed her. We spoke for a couple of hours and I eventually introduced myself and she totally came up with the – oh, I remember meeting you but I just can’t place your face line. Great! To help her remember me, I invited her over for lunch the next day – yes, you’re right, same girl, same apartment.
Around noon the next day, I opened my front door to her and she gave a slow smile and admitted that she remembered meeting me but just couldn’t remember the face. We proceeded to the slaughterhouse – yes, the same slaughterhouse and we chatted for a bit, got to know each other, and seeing the curiosity in those eyes, I put her out of her misery and closed in on the opening act – the first kiss. She received me warmly and cautiously at first – if only I knew.
She had briefly mentioned the fact that she was a Calabar gurl during our short chat but I took very little notice of it but that was until the kissing session got more intense and by intense, I mean intense. The thoughts of Dipo backing out of the challenge came rushing to my head, could this have been why? The chic was literarily chewing on my lips and moments later, I was sure I had a cut. I picked myself up and ran down her neck and headed for her well-packaged jugs. Damn was I surprised! On the outside, they looked average but as I popped those babies, damn, that was some baggage. I reached for the center of gravity and gave praises to the Lord as I got a reason from fondling her nipples – yes, yes…. A point of entry…. I proceeded and moments later, I was back in control. I moved downwards and she held me back for a short bit. I tried again but she resisted.
I looked up at her and she asked - what would your friend think of me. I sat up and I spoke to her for a bit about how Dipo had given us his blessings and how everything was fine. She needed little convincing, as she was the one who started things again. This time I went straight down town and moments later, the soundtrack was streaming. She went from R ‘n’ B to metallic rock. It was a grand performance and I coulda sworn I heard my neighbours clapping when we were done – did I say we?
As I later got to find out, the whole Calabar gurl thing aint no myth. The chic was on me till I had little or no more liquid in me – sheesh! At some point she only needed me to lie there and act like I was there. She got it up whenever it was down, she stroked, sucked, licked and almost smacked…
A couple of hours after she left, I was recounting the ordeal/experience to Dipo and as crazy as it sounded, it was some experience and he wanted his own cut. He called her up that evening and little ol’ Jenny confessed her undying love for him. Two days later, she was back in the slaughterhouse singing a different soundtrack to the script Dipo was reading to her. We passed her around for a couple more times (that’s a statement you don’t say everyday) till we involved or she involved a couple more of our friends she met at a party we hosted. After three months she had been round all four of us and still claimed to be head-over-heels for each of us. Sometimes we would all hookup and call her one after the other just to catch the general cruise – what a cruise.

I mean, if it was good enough to get it the first time, you might as well tap it at least once more even if it’s just to make the gurl feel good about herself. Well, people do say it takes one to know one therefore, it would only be right for me to have practiced experienced the act before taking a position on it.
This was in no way near my thoughts when I met Sandra. It was a new year’s holiday (first weekend of the year, I think). A couple of my friends had told me about a certain beach party they were going. I wasn’t initially interested but on way or the other, I ended up going and it was one of those things where if you didn’t know anyone in the group, it kinda felt weird. For most part of the day, I sat in the shed watching, observing and generally trying to enjoy the atmosphere.
I had spotted her the moment we set up in our shed. She had on a pair of red bikinis (a gurl wearing these at a Nigerian beach sends a message of ‘attention seeker’). Her hair was down and she was puffing on a stick of cigarette… Yuk! Something about girls who smoke just turn me off… As the day dragged on I found myself walking back and forth on the beach alone and it was as I was returning from one of those walks that she ran into me. She was farfing around with her friends and seeing she had nowhere else to go, she ran into me and decided to us e me as a shield from them.
I obliged and when I eventually got knocked down onto the sand, I just couldn’t help but laugh. We got talking after that and the first thing that jumped out was her confidence - I was so right about the bikini. Up close, she didn’t look bad at all. Infact, her jugs were very standard. Maybe that was what kept me going because she was average conversation wise but I stayed around for a bit and just when my friends came to save me cause we had to leave, I found myself handing her my card and that was it.
Ring ring….the next day – a Sunday, I was home alone and getting quite bored. I picked up my phone and voila, it was she. We carried on for a few minutes and I then I thought to myself – what the heck, lets see how it goes. I invited her over to my apartment, which I had just furnished by the way (how stupid) and in a couple of hours I was sitting on my bed talking to Sandra. We hadn’t talked for fifteen minutes when she asked if she could smoke – oh no! I hesitated but told her to go ahead and I guess it was at that point I drew the line. I knew this was going to be my first one-time-stand.
After chaffing about a pack of cigarettes, I made my move. I had gotten her comfy enough to tell me about her boyfriend who she hated but couldn’t leave and I was not surprised she didn’t pose any resistance when I moved in to kiss her – cigarette – yuk – what was I doing? I quickly left the mouth area and even before I asked, she stopped me and stripped completely. She laid back then and it was pay back time for me.
I kissed and stroked and bit and clawed but nothing. She was game but she just wasn’t feeling me. I looked through her body and she had a couple of tattoos and what looked like a surgery scar – hell no, I was not going down on her – I called upon my trusty fingers then and that was when I got some signal which indicated there was life on her planet.
I went in with two and surveyed the crevices at the edges and then proceeded to evoke the ‘moon-walk’ pattern (remind me to tell you about that later) and I heard the first moan. A ha! I continued with my fingers and when she was wet enough I knew I had to do this differently plus I was not going to let all that wonderful posterior go to waste. I flipped her around and spread her flat like a splash on the bed. With her impressive backside as support I began thrusting, slowly at first then faster and faster and stop. Faster, faster and stop. I was teasing and from her response I was on the right track. Just when it was right, I went in full-force and I was paying her back for smoking in my space plus I knew I was never going up that hill again so I was prepared to get as much as I could. I was pounding and even she knew it.
The moans got louder and she kept trying to look back… I came and that ,was it. No cuddling, no stories. We shared a few ‘I’ll see you later’ lines but deep down, I knew that was it. She called and called and even sent messages but I never picked up. I was scared of her coming to my apartment but that never happened – figured she was too scared to come. For Sandra and I, it was just that one time and I’m quite sure it’ll stay that way.

Ok, so, she was an ex (not a relationship, an ex….lol) and I must admit that things ended on a sour note between us back then and it really did haunt me for a long time. We lost contact and I tried all I could to reach her (no jokes).
On a random day, I went to a friends place and we later went out with his ride. Somehow, I had to head back home on my own. The usual me would have taken a cab but for some reason, I opted for a bus. Not only did I opt for the bus, I decided against waiting at the major bus stop. For some silly reason, I walked past 2 bus stops where I could have gotten a bus. I was like under some sort of influence. I realized this as I approached the third bus stop. That was when I saw her approaching me.

No. It couldn’t be. As she got closer to me, she noticed the face but strangely, she seemed like she couldn’t place it. I called out her name and she stopped to take another look at me. She finally recalled my name and then we hugged. It had been 9 years since we saw each other. This was simply amazing. I proceeded to narrate the weird story behind how I found myself at that spot at that time and she shook her head in amazement. She then told me she had been at that same spot a few minutes back but she had to return to get wallet, which she had forgotten. Weird? We exchanged numbers and that was it.
Two weeks later, we hooked up for drinks after we had shared series of phone calls and for once, it was nice to note that I wasn’t the one pulling the strings. Let me paint the picture clearly. Jules is a white girl. Her Nigerian Dad adopted her when she was six and she’s been here ever since. She however has mixed blood so she looks great. I sat there watching as she undressed me with her eyes. She was never one to hold back. She gave in to her feelings. Always saying what she wanted, when and how. I wasn’t surprised when she asked if we could go back to my place.
I tried to make small talk even as we got in but I turned around and there she was staring at me. And then she said those four words….yes….the four words: Make love to me. Well, very few guys would pass up on that kind of offer but funny thing was, I still pondered it. In this game, reading between the lines was critical. This gurl was kinda like an ex. Rolling in the sac would amount to “ex-sex” and a gurl who just want to be pounded would not use those words. Agreed she’s white and hence, maybe very emotional but “Make love to me?”….. I hadn’t realized I was standing and staring at her even as I pondered her request. The cold touch of her sensuous lips on mine brought me back to reality. Why oh why….. why was man made so weak on the inside. The feeling when you want to run but your legs just wont move. The kissing was brief. She led the way. She wanted to know where my room was but when I hesitated, she shoved me to the wall. Bam! Down came the pants and all I could see was the top of her head looking up at me.

And damn those soft cold lips…..damn….. Describing her BJ skills as good will be an absolute exaggeration. Sister could make a brother give way in minutes. I couldn’t take it any longer. She was driving me insane and the look on her face whenever she occasionally looked up at me said it all. I pulled her up and held her to the wall. She’s well endowed in the backside section. I had no problems getting in easy. She was wet as hell. She had been stomaching all of this while she teased and tormented me. This was pay back. The motion was fast and slow at the same time. I must confess that we connected well. I could feel her as much as she felt me. I had thought this it would be quick bur for some reason, it was as if she held on to me - not wanting me to go.

After what seemed like forever to me, I gave way and it felt like a burden I had carried for several years. What followed was an exchange of facial expressions we were both familiar with. She had the ‘please don’t leave’ one and I had the ‘Im sorry but I cant do this look’. We talked for a bit after and I dropped her off and that was it. I walked away never to look back again.

She sent me topless pics and videos of her fingering herself. She told me daily how badly she wanted me inside of her. She told me how long it’s been and how she couldn’t wait to do everything for me; whatever I needed; whatever to satisfy me. All that and this girl couldn’t f*ck for sh*t!!!!

She’s brown-skin, ok body (lack of a*s), way too much weave, pretty smile. She’s from Canada, Toronto area. She’s suburban and she speaks like a Vally Girl. Unless you cut her off, she might talk you into a casket. She’s nice though; well mannered and polite. Probably a nice wife to some dude one day.None of that had anything to do with this day though. This day was about having a session, a good session.

Shortie said she’d be getting off the bus at 20 minutes to 4. She calls me at 3:15, “I’m here.” Damn. I shoot downtown to scoop her up and we head over to my uncles house. He’s entertaining a very unattractive woman in the living room when we come in and he’s giving me the look like “yea, I know she’s wack.” We sit down and we’re all just talking for minute.

I wasn’t there to joke around though, time to invade her body.I took her into the “company room,” and got to it. She wanted me to turn off the lights while she undressed which is WACK to me. I’m not into all that self-conscious BS. The girl was acting like she had rolls or something, which she had none of. She had a LITTLE meat and I stress little.

The only big thing about her was the size of her head. I wasn’t thinking about her body image, I was trying to make sure she didn’t have any hidden scars, soars, etc… I gave her the twice-over and ok, then proceeded.She started off giving me head, which was pretty good to my surprise. I mean, it wasn’t as good as what I’ve been receiving lately, but for a shy girl, she did well. If head is supposed to be any indication of good sex, then this was about be a very enjoyable night.

Once she got on it, I could just feel this was a bad move. Her body movement was wack. Women are rarely great to me in every position, so I figured starting her off on top was the wrong step, especially since she claimed to not have had sex in a while. So I get on top of her and hope for better results. Nope, she still sucks. “It’s too big” she cried out. Shut that bullsh*t up.

I think women like to use that crap as an excuse when they can’t take it. It would make some dudes all happy, but to me, that doesn’t mean s**t but you’ve been messing with dudes who were smaller than me.It wasn’t the size of my member, it was her inability to work on it. I’m trying to get some type of rhythm with my strokes and she completely threw me off, everytime. It was horrible. I turned her over to hit it from the back, same thing. Who the heck had been f**king this girl? Her arch was non existent.

She had no type of fluid motion to her. Her body remained in awkward positions while she made excuses. “It hurts.” Listen girl, I’m not here to make love to you and ease you into this. She was the one talking about how she wanted to get her box folded. Now it’s cry me a river status.I was more upset because I could have been with someone else. I already said I wasn’t going to get any new p*ssy, but I didn’t really count this girl because I actually met her before the current girls I mess with, I just didn’t hit her until now. I know how to win the war though.

I just had her get up and give me some head until I was rock, threw on a new condom and bent her over again. I closed my eyes, started thinking random thoughts about Kerri Washington in the “She Hate Me” movie, and …..ahhhhhh.Dropped her a*s back off at the bus stop, and went on with my life.Have you ever been real excited about the upcoming session with someone and been extremely disappointed when it happened? Did they talk a lot of sh*t that they couldn’t back up?

I’m sure this isn’t rare for women, but for men, it’s more rare to come across a woman who isn’t ready when she says she is. Have any of you ladies ever been in a sexual situation where you simply couldn’t take the strokes? Where a dude just had you all off your axis? Tigger...

While I lay back and pretend
that my attention is elsewhere
my focus is on the nakedness
he parades around the room
Droplets of water
run down his back
from the recent shower
That perfect shade
of chocolate brown
Physique....mouth watering
...instant wetness...
I have to have him
I have to have him now

He meets my glare
with an all knowing smirk
His show has been intentional
a tease if you will
And as he turns to face me
I notice muscles jump
in the most peculiar places
I find myself on all fours
before him
His fingers
threaded through my hair
as he guides me closer
then away
then closer...and deeper still

At the point when I feel
he can gain no more...huh...weight...
I back away, lie back...
and wait
For the re-introduction
of he to me
by way of entry
into that world between
reality and fantasy
But instead of penetration
my moistness is met with that
which was also wet...
As I grab the smooth roundness
which is the back of his head
and pull him closer
while trying to run away
then closer still
till with the talent of his tongue
the flood gates were opened

It was then
that he decided it was time...
time to take me...
to do what he would with me...
Strong hands grab my ass
lifting me to meet his thrust
each deeper
and harder
than the one before
Stifled moans
while in my head
over and over
and over again
an orchestra plays
a crowd cheers
fireworks light the sky
as he reaches
that magical place
causing me to explode
while feeling him implode
within
And I lose control
yelling out...yes daddy
Yes Daddy...
YEEESSSSS!

Then I woke up...

By: SYM