The Hilton.

We both knew why you called me. And we both knew that when I arrived at Room 742 that it was going to be about business. Business that only you and I would be able to handle. As of last year, it was unfinished. I replayed the interrupted scenario over and over in my head many times and tonight, I would finally be able to see it play out in its entirety.

You answered the door with that smile that you always had. Crooked. Showing just a few of your exceptionally beautifully white teeth made for a Colgate commercial. You were dressed comfortably in a white T-shirt and basketball shorts. Lounging in the room watching the play-offs. Waiting for my arrival since you touched down in the Lou five hours previously. My heart pounding, I gave you a playful hug and walked into your room and allowed the door to close behind me. There were double beds. I smiled to myself. Okay. This is going to be interesting.

I sat down on the bed and crossed my legs with my coat on. You told me to stand up because you wanted to get a good view of me. I felt your eyes on me seeming to pierce through the epidermis of my skin. It was like you could read my every thought and movement before I moved or thought. You told me to take off my coat and I did as I was told. I was wearing a black blouse belted at the waist and a pair of black leggings and heels. You licked your lips and I knew what you were thinking.

You gave me them fuck me eyes. I reciprocated.

Hands around my waist, you pulled me close. Stuck your tongue down my throat hard and fast and I was frustrated because I was used to being in control and you were taking that away from me. My hair was in a ponytail and you pulled my head back so your tongue could penetrate me deeper. Then you stopped suddenly and I opened my eyes to see you smiling at me.

"I missed you."

"I missed you too."

Last year, you and I were at this same place. Different room. But during that time, we were interrupted by feelings that seemed to overwhelm us. And vibrating phones and secret phone calls brought about our hiatus. Jealously. Envy. But tonight, it was going down. We didn't care about the past.

You slowly unbuttoned my blouse and we both watched as it fell to the ground. My strapless bra was next to be removed. You marvelled at the 38 D's that were in front of you and cupped. Kissed my nipples and watched as they hardened in slow motion. You slid off my pants and you smiled because you saw that I still didn't wear any panties. Your hands were on my ass and then my back and then my neck as you kissed  me again.

I took off your t-shirt. Your chest still sported muscles. No hair. Shit was sexy. I played around with the elastic on your b-ball shorts, putting the tip of my nail around the drawstring and pulling on it teasingly. You took my hand and put it on your hardened pole.

It was time to begin.

We started with me on my back, my legs over your shoulders. I could feel all of you when it was like this. You showed no mercy and I didn't want any either. We had a lot of time to make up for and with each thrust inside of me, you were punishing me for the time we were apart. I didn't want to moan, didn't want you to know you had me feeling all good but I couldn't help myself. You withdrew and watched as my mouth begged for you to continue. Your chest was sweaty. You looked high but it was my chocha was now your drug. 

We hit a rush.

You turned me on my back and infiltrated me from behind, moving slow and deep as I purred and cooed at your prowess in the bedroom. It was magnetic heat that was being transferred in between the both of us and we were both spellbound at the action taking place. Unable to get the proper leverage you needed, you had me get on my knees and you entered me hard once again, moving in as I arched my back and backed up into your rhythm. You began to move faster and I didn't want it to end but I could tell you were getting ready to explode because I was too.

I got on my knees and pleasured you orally. This, above all else, was what kept you coming back for more after all of this time.

You dreamt about it. You plotted and planned. And now it was happening in this room.

I started off slowly and then with each movement, I took more of you inside of me.

Before you could say my name, I stopped. Looked up at you like I used to do with my doe eyes and allowed you to spill your liquid all on my breasts.

Round two would commence shortly. After a small breather.

My First Girl/Girl Experience

Let me start this blog off by saying that I am not a lesbian. And there is nothing wrong with being a lesbian. To each his own. I do find other women attractive. I do (in the recesses of my mind during very late hours of the night) think about what it would be like to be with another woman. I am not one of those women who walk around saying they are strictly dickly because hell, maybe there will be a time that I may be open to "something new". But I have never been with another woman except on two very rare occasions, one of which I am blogging about right now. The other, well that is another story for another time (perhaps). I do love my men, I love everything about them. But I will not rule out the possibility in the future of being with another woman and I will just leave it at that for now.

Okay.

I was young. 14 I believe. My mother's best friend's daughter was having a sleepover at her house. It was her birthday and I believe she was turning 16. So, you know how it was back in the day. My mother's best friend felt obligated to invite me to the party even though she was a few years older than me. At that point, we really didn't have anything in common. But I was happy to go because I was going to an older girls event and I wanted to see what it was like being 16. Mom dropped me off at her house that evening and the slumber party was in full swing.

We ate pizza. Danced to MC Hammer, Vanilla Ice, EnVogue and others. Some of the girls snuck on the phone and called boys and stuff and I tried to listen to their intimate conversations. We played Truth or Dare and some other games and stayed up well into the night. I really don't remember falling asleep but I must have because I was awoke during the night while I was in my sleeping bag.

The following is going to be very graphic so if you are of the prudish type, do not continue:

I felt someone, a hand, unzip my bag. My heart started to pound because I didn't know if someone had broken in. An intruder of some sort. The person who was unzipping my bag could sense my tenseness and covered my mouth before I could scream. All I could hear them say was sssh.

I closed my eyes. I didn't know what to do. This person got into the sleeping bag with me and climbed on top of me. I felt her breasts against mine and I knew it was another female. My heart began to beat even faster. I was halfway turned on and halfway scared out of my ass. She guided her hands under my sleep shirt and cupped my breasts. Even at 14, my breasts were huge. She played with them, massaging the nipples and I couldn't contain the way I was feeling. Half of me wanted her to get off of me so I could go tell my mother's best friend and the other half of me was intrigued with what was going down.

After she caressed my breasts and played with my nipples, her hands found their way to my Hello Kitty panties. I couldn't stop myself from getting wet. I was so aroused at this point. I was still a virgin then, but had played with myself plenty of times to know that I absolutely enjoyed orgasms and the euphoric feeling it emitted. Without further adieu, she guided my panties down my legs and began to play with my vagina. My hips started to move with each and every stroke and I began panting and moaning. She whispered in my ear to be quiet and that is exactly what I did because I didn't want her to stop.

I wanted more.

She started to kiss me. Not tongue or anything. Just gentle pecks on my lips. I kissed her back. She kept rubbing my mound until I could feel I was at the breaking point and then she stopped. I could feel the moisture being transferred onto her and she then slid her way down the sleeping bag so that her mouth met my clit.

I was scared.

I tried to pull away but the bad girl in me wanted to know what it felt like. She licked me over and over, hitting the exact spot in which would cause me to come. It was like she knew my body better than I knew it myself. I was in sheer ecstasy. Not being able to contain it anymore, I placed my hand on her head and forced her to move faster and faster. I guess she couldn't keep up because she stopped and moved her head and began moving herself up towards my chest.

She pushed all of her weight on me and began grinding against me, moving her hips in a circular motion. I am sure by this time someone else had to be hearing us and I tried to peer through the blackness of the room to see if anymore was up but I couldn't tell from my vantage point. I heard someone snoring and someone moving in their sleeping bag but that was it. And by now I didn't care because it felt so good.

She pushed and I pushed and she thrusted and then I thrusted and all at once I felt the beginnings of the sensation and that familiar tingle let me know that it was about to go down. She bumped up against me touching THAT spot and BAM! I came. I think she did too because it was like the wind had been knocked out of both of us.

After a few minutes, she climbed back into her sleeping bag which was next to mine and we went to sleep. I could tell she was to the right of me. When we woke up that morning, I looked to my right and her bag was empty. Everyone was up but me.

I quickly got up and put on my panties which were at the bottom of my sleeping back and put on my robe. All of the girls were in the kitchen cooking pancakes and I felt left out. I was trying to see if I could get any indication that the others knew what had happened that night and if they did, no one was saying a word. My eyes danced from person to person to see if there was any connection with the girl that had just gotten me off the night before. We all had similar body types that it was hard to tell which one had been my seductress from the night before.

It was like it was a cruel joke. I had no idea who it was. I knew it was real. I knew I hadn't been dreaming and yet I didn't know who she was. And know one was saying anything.

Anyway, this bothered me for weeks. And then one day I got a call from Antoinette (my mom's best friend's daughter) who asked me if anything strange had happened that night. I told her that a girl kissed me while I was sleep, embarrassed to say what had really happened and she told me that her cousin, B.J. told her that she liked me. B.J. was gay and was at the party that night and was 18. I didn't know B.J. was gay until Antoinette told me. Then Antoinette asked me if I liked girls and I told her I didn't. Which was true. But I couldn't admit to her that I liked that connection I had with B.J. that night.

Well. I never saw B.J. again and Antoinette and I never spoke about it again either. Then we ended up moving so it wasn't a big deal anymore. I never wanted to be with another woman after that and didn't consider myself a lesbian or anything. I just chalked it up to a sexual experiment that happens to some teenagers I guess.

I had another girl/girl experience in my early 20's (in a drunken state) and maybe one day I will blog about it. Then again, maybe not. :)

My First Orgasm

As I previously blogged in another post, I did not experience my first orgasm from actual sexual intercourse until I was 25. For more on my sexual hang-ups , you can click HERE. But in the meantime, I would like to take this opportunity to discuss and share with you the musings of the first time I came during sex.  And yes, this is a true story. No fakery.

I was living in South Carolina at the time and I met a guy a few years younger than me named Amp at the local supermarket. He was tall, about 6'4 to my 5'5 frame and we hit it off instantly. There was a silent attraction between the two of us. Amp wasn't the usual type of guy that I dated during that time. I hate to say this but if I am going to keep it real, I must disclose that during that unfortunate time in my life up to that point, I dated dope boys, thugs, street villains. Big gorilla swole type nikkuhs who possibly could've been on that Barry Bonds at one point. Amp wasn't squeaky clean, don't get me wrong. He had a normal job that required a W-2 but I know he did a little somethin somethin on the side, but he was hardly a professional street pharmacist. Anyway, Amp was a skinny fella. Handsome. But I was a thick girl and I needed a dude that could pick me up and ram me and ish. A dude that worked out. But Amp wasn't in that mode. But he was attractive. And since the chemistry was off the chain, I decided to give him some.

Mind you, when I let him inside my sugar walls, I hadn't had sex for almost six months. So ya girl was ready for some action. Hot sex on a platter type of ish. So anyway, I was living with my father at the time. This was right after I was homeless (more on that later). Anywho, my dad went to sleep and I invited Amp in for a drink. My dad's guestroom was on the other side of the house so we slipped in gingerly and I locked the door behind us.

I remember letting my hands glide over his chest as I took off his shirt. He was a skinny guy but he had defined muscles on his chest and upper body. He wasn't the bird chest type, and that turned me on because I felt more confident he could handle me. His chest was smooth without an ounce of hair. I figured he shaved or whatnot. I kissed his chest while massaging it. He took off my top and unhooked my bra in one motion. My large breasts were exposed to him and pointing like headlights. He sucked the hell out of my nipples and I began to feel euphoric. It was at this time that I knew I wasn't dealing with your average Joe. He knew how to work my body slowly. And he knew where to touch and how, and the exact amount of pressure that needed to be used.

Amp had some massive bedroom game.

We made our way to the bed and he took of my jeans and then my panties. He stood back and looked at me through the moonlight which was peeking through my window. Before I reached the point of no return, I leaned over and turned on the small stereo which sat on the nightstand next to the bed so that if i got loud, Pops wouldn't hear me. Amp pryed my legs open and began eating me out. He was slow but methodic and thorough, and he worked his mouth on me something serious. I hadn't had oral action like that in my life (up until that point)!

After teasing my neenah with his tongue and almost bringing me to a climax, he slipped on the rubber that he had and turned me on my stomach. He laid on top of me rubbing his member on my ass and then entered me. Slow at first. And then harder and harder with each thrust, pulling out after every several thrusts until I begged him to put it back in.

It was then that it seemed like he picked me up and held me, his member sliding around between my legs, not fully entering me. I couldn't take it anymore and I reached for it and he threw me down and stood back.

"Is this what you want, Danni?"

I shook my head.

"I ain't hear you. Is this what you want Danni?"

"Yes! Yes, I want it!"

I didn't say nothing but a word. It was then that he got on top of me and thrusted his large dick inside of me. Say what you want about "skinny" men, but it has been my experience that they pack heat ALL DAY. So Amp was working with almost more than I could handle. It had been 6 months so it hurt like heck when he rammed it in, but after a few strokes, the pain subsided and it began to feel better and better.

Yes.

And with each stroke I got warmer and warmer and I could feel my toes tingle. I could feel everything from the inside out and I was about to errupt. He continued to enter me full force until I couldn't take it anymore and before you knew it, I felt that familiar tingle and then the tightening of my muscles as I climaxed.

It was the first time. I had an orgasm. During sex.

I felt like I could cry. But I didn't. I lay there as he got off top of me and lay beside of me out of breath himself, covered in sweat. We fell asleep for like an hour or so and then awoke back up from round two where I experienced a series of orgasms.

Amp slipped quietly out of my room in the early hours of dawn and I continued these late night trysts until I moved away to St. Louis a few months later.

That was and still is the greatest sex I ever had.

Amp and I still talk to this day. Every few weeks. We discuss our past sexual actvities with fondess, both of us wondering if we will ever meet again to pick up where we left off. You just never really know these things.