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The Pussy Whispers

Every woman's pussy has its own distinctive moans, screams, whispers, texture, and flavor. It's as if it has an internal DNA code that is locked safely away in her G spot and inside the deep pool of her honey nectar sweetness. Only the talent of an especially persuasive tongue or dick, with magical depth perception and width expansion, can elicit the whispers that will make her reveal all of her secrets to you in torrents of orgasmic pleasure. The pussy will not just whisper for any old smooth licking tongue that cunnilingus along and demands to taste its most private and treasured secret that has been known to suck men into a honeycomb coma and drive them crazy with desire. Just merely sticking your tongue in a honey pot won't get you any honey. You might get a drip, but what is a drip when you can drink from the entire pot if you are patient, gentle, and deserving of a pussy's entire honey nectar.

After Office Hours

The pursuit of ultimate pleasure is what Duke lived for. He wanted to know he was the best at everything he did. He needed confirmation and the only way to get it was to have Stacey scream with abandon as she came again and again. All pussies aren't the same. They might go by the same name, but Duke was a pussy connoisseur and he understood the delicate intricacies of treating each pussy like a pussy queen. When someone feels special, when a pussy feels the tender lickings of a tongue and sweet penetrations; they are more open to trying new things to please you and along the way discover secrets about themselves they didn't know existed.
Duke got to his feet to stretch his legs and streams of Stacey's honey come dripped from his dick and onto their clothes. Stacey crawled across their clothes, sat up on her knees, grabbed his ass cheeks and sucked the sweet nectar of her cum from his condom covered dick. After several licks, satisfied that there was nothing else for her lips to lick--Stacey assumed the doggy style position. A low whistle came from Duke's lips.

Floor 6...9

Hunter looked down at Sara who was on her knees in the praying position. Her red hair was matted against her face. He could still see her eyes and her full lips; which, he hoped would soon be filled with the darkness of his pulsating erection. He was ready to anoint her and forgive her of all her sins. All she had to do was deep throat him until he squealed like a pig in mud heaven. He closed his eyes, leaned back against the cold metal wall and felt his black shorts being slipped off until he was completely naked. He didn't allow himself to think of what would happen if the power suddenly came back on and his mostly white neighbors caught a glimpse of his naked black body in the elevator. There are some things in life that are worth the risk. A beautiful woman who had now undressed herself and was on her knees about to pleasure him in an elevator was a risk well worth taking every time.

The Sexy Marriage

Steam rose from the shower as Malik ran his wife's bath for her. He made sure that it was exactly the right temperature because he didn't want it to be so hot that she accidentally slipped in the shower. During the last eight months, he had tried to anticipate every conceivable thing that could go wrong and fix it before it happened. His job as her husband was to make sure that he gave what she needed to be happy and comfortable. The bathroom had an aroma of rain water which was Dominique's favorite bubble bath scent. Later, when she slipped into her bath, Malik would turn off the lights and light a few of her candles that smelled like mangoes. It always relaxed her and many times she would fall asleep and awaken to Malik gently stroking her cheeks and kissing her forehead. Sometimes she would pretend to still be sleeping just so he would continue kissing her like that.

You Own Me

When David stared at Serina, her body would lose any desire to resist his charm. She was his to do his bidding. Finally, she was able to submit freely to a man who instinctively knew how to touch her body and leave her feeling as if she had been fucked and made love to by four or five dicks at the same time.
Her master knew the secret to making love that most men either didn't know or care to learn. To them, it was all about the physical. They didn't understand that making love to the body was like taking a shower. They only wet the upper half of her body, leaving the lower half dry. The full experience of a shower is to wet her entire body and then make sure that every inch was touched and made to feel loved. Making love is the same thing. You have to seduce the mind of a woman long before you can even think about penetrating her flesh. You have to mind fuck her and take her on a journey that will make her body ache for the physical. The mental will be so real, so intense that it will feel like the real thing. Before you even touch her enflamed skin and forever leave your imprint on her, her body will have already been primed and aroused just waiting to be touched. If a man can touch your mind and body with equal passion, then your heart is already his for the taking.

Room 104

They always got the same room every time they stayed at the Clarion for a few hours. She loved having the big Jacuzzi in the middle of the room to take baths, scrub him down, and make love. Their time together was precious. Stealing moments was what she called it. The drive from Virginia Beach to Maryland always seemed to take forever even though it was only a four-hour drive up to College Park. Knowing that she would see him that day always made her body ache with anticipation of having him swollen inside of all her orifices. Her body needed to be nourished by his sweet island dick. Her mind needed caressing by his poetic words and the hint of his island accent still dancing in every word. She checked her rear-view mirror to make sure there were no cops around and stepped on the gas. Her lover was waiting.

Short Stories from "The Pussy Whispers"

Prologue...The Pussy Whispers
After Office Hours
Fruit Salad Dessert
Every Time We Make Love (poem)
Twenty Fingers, Two Tongues and Something Hard
Floor 6...9
Cinnamon Strawberry
Sweet Fragrance of Passion
Pussy Purrs Meows and Moans (poem)
She Loves Him (ode to Jill Scott)
Sweet Whispers of Sensual Ecstasy (poem)
Delicious Home Cooked Meal
Dinner is Served (poem)
I Still Love My Husband...But
When No One is Looking
The Man Who Didn't Eat Pussy
Beautiful Release of Pleasure (poem)
Room 104
Crack Dick
The Sexy Marriage
The Sweet Dick Down
My Sweet Addiction (poem)
One Last Come Before He Died
You Own Me
Submission (poem)

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