MMC Erotica: Pressure, Pussy, and Foreplay

I guess the cliche of sophisticated women wanting men rough around the edges is true. I never even saw him coming. I was too busy trying to get out my situationship to see what was next. I had seen him around my neighborhood, but never gave him a second glance. As I ran through different scenarios in my head, I hesitatingly gave his sister my number. I just figured he would be someone to text just for conversation. Malcom’s time in my life was slowly coming to an end anyway so getting to know someone else couldn’t hurt. Then it happened—the initial text that I underestimated. As I looked at the unsaved number, I contemplated on opening the message. In the day of read receipts, a delayed response could ruin something before it even started. I opened the message to the cordial greeting and inquiry about my day. I responded with my usual unimpressed Hey 👋🏾.

He quickly responded and my usual dry responses somehow turned into something more. It was a week of consistency and good morning texts that I was growing to like. Yet, part of me was ready to see him. As I pulled into the yard after my usual Friday night, I waited for the quick response to my usual “wyd” text. His one response turned into three and a surprising “Can I pull up text?” As I contemplated my answer, I thought of how I wanted our first meet up to go. I was tired from a long day of work and I just wanted to decompress. I reluctantly said yes and waited for his arrival. The moment I decided to back out was the exact moment he pulled up. As I tugged at my work clothes, I prayed that I made a good first impression. I entered into his car and the once confident vibe we both shared had dwindled. Until, my usual mosey neighbor waved to let us know that our sneaky link was obvious. We giggled and began to converse on different life issues. As we laughed, I found myself pull away and get straight to business.

“If you just want sex, then I’m good with that,” I said hastily.

“I would rather see how things play out,” he stated.

“I’m just giving you the real so I know how to treat you,” I said sarcastically.

I’ve been here before so let’s just keep this at a sneaky link I thought to myself. I continued to engage in the conversation with little interest on putting in any effort after this. As I exited the car, I knew the outcome. We talk, we fall off, and they come back around when it’s convenient.

Yet, two weeks later there I was watching his dick slide into my wetness. The Netflix and chill night had turned into me face down, ass up within the start of the second film. With each stroke I knew that this wouldn’t be the usual sneaky link. As he grabbed my hair I felt myself intrigued by his quiet nature. That thought was soon interrupted by the slap on my ass and a stroke that made me cum all over his dick. He continued to stroke me as my legs began to shake. I followed his guidance to climb on top and I felt myself getting wetter as he reentered me. With each motion and stroke, I felt my juices running down his stomach. The slow strokes had turned into deep fast ones. Until, we finally decided to let our bodies succumb to the feeling of pleasure. I wanted more of him in me, on me just as long as the feeling didn't end. That one moment of pleasure had turned into another the next day after. I’m not sure where this was headed, but I allowed my head to fall back as I felt him slide in me. This time though, it was in the backseat of my new car that needed a christening and I knew I had enough "water" to get the job done.

To Be Continued....