No Regular Big O

Although this is a family business, I am Bonnie. I am a woman first. With that being said, these stories come from a place of real life shit, desire and imagination. I can’t tell you all of my secrets though! Just know that we all have them. May these stories bless the tip and lick the clit. Now say amen.

Prologue

These stories are meant for those who aren't afraid to use their imagination while experiencing real life orgasmic shit.

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Get comfortable, be horny and allow yourself to cum after this with no shame.

It is often expected that women behave like a "lady in the streets and a freak in the sheets." However, it seems like such a restriction to a woman who is very open about her sexuality.

Why judge one, when you can join?

Chapter 1

“Become a soul sexual. Somebody’s soul is yearning for yours. ”

The urge kicks in.

Suddenly, your mind begins to race. You never felt this throb between your thighs before. You know that a regular quickie session won’t even budge the door of horniness. You stare at yourself in the brass framed mirror on the wall. Glimpses of you in that oversized t-shirt with your nipple rings showing, has official lured you into a masturbation session. Licking your fingers and throwing your head back while you slide your hand into your black, lace panties with the white ribbon bows on each side of your curvaceous hips. You massage softly by gliding up and down your clit until you feel it protruding... (if your clitoris has never grown out of its hood, then you haven’t been this horny before.)

Your knees start to tremble as you let out a soft, sexy moan to let the walls know that you are expecting a flood. However, this game of “strum the guitar” won’t deliver the song you need to release from your soul. On this day, you knew that you had to make a desperate move... something so dramatic that even the biggest dick couldn’t satisfy you.

Your pussy’s soul required the attention, the pounding and digging, the sexual exchange of energy from someone who yearned for the same exact release.

The one thing you had to do to get this... call up that guy that you been feeling and ignoring. He’s offered to eat you up on countless occasions. You were never one to feel ashamed of wanting to take the soul from a guy; but something about giving yours to him; made you nervous. So nervous in fact, that it made you want to get fucked even more.

You send the text that reads; “Meet me by the Cherry Blossoms by 12:17pm.”

(Fellas, that text did not come to your phone just now, but what if it did?)

As you await a reply, you couldn’t help but to glance up at the mirror on the ceiling and see your hair in a bushy mess, while your oversized white t-shirt draped off your shoulder and...

(buzz, buzz) A text comes through... “Copy that.”

Chapter 2

You grab the speaker and power it on while getting undressed and request for Alexa to play music by Tank. Sliding your panties off your arm runs across your hard nipple and you bite your lip. After pulling your shirt over your head, you sexily step into the shower and caress your full, rounded breasts. Who knew a size C cup would fill your hands so perfectly ? You tug at your nipples and rest your head against the glass shower door, drifting off to a daydream where everyone can see you pleasing yourself. You think to yourself, should I stop? Quickly you know that you can’t because you already feel the end is near.

There you are in front of hundreds of people just inserting your fingers in and out of your pussy. Creaming all over your hand, breathing so heavily; one hand in your mouth swirling your tongue around your index finger. Why stop there? As the hot water from the shower spits all over your body, you are about to cum and then suddenly.... the shower turns cold.

“if only you knew...” the remixed song by Wale featuring Tank plays in the background and you say out loud “Only if someone knew the dirty thoughts in my mind.” Who knew 8 minutes went by so fast?

If one could only fathom how much you desire pain along with the deepest pleasure. “Hurt me, then kiss it.” That was your thought of the ultimate sexual experience.

You realized that you have about another 10 minutes to get out the door. As you grab the natural black soap that you recently purchased from the Muslim brother down the street, you run the wash rag across your entire body making sure to slide it between your juicy pussy lips. Then you rinse off and get out in a horny hurry.

Grabbing that autumn ready dress...more like “fuck me ready” dress, that hugs your waist and gives your breasts a boost with no bra necessary and the bottom flows out like blossoming flower in the spring. No panties of course. You put on your brown leather thigh high boots... you know those “come fuck me” boots; the ones a zaddy would like. Then you take that Kalu Kosmetics crimson red lipstick off the vanity and your Degree for women deodorant and head for the door. Quickly you turn back around because you can’t forget the coconut oil. Now it’s time to go.

You’ve started your car with that button on your keys and your phone automatically connected to the car’s bluetooth. “Hey Siri, play Freak me by Silk.” Meanwhile, you stand in your garage and apply oil to those thick thighs, your ass and breasts.

(if you can’t tell by now, she had to be raised in the 90’s.)

Chapter 3

You speed off in your 2022 Challenger with the scat pack, purple leather interior and tints so dark that no one can see a damn thing. Then you crack your windows and turn on the heated seats. Who knew a hot ass would make you wanna fuck even more? Applying your deodorant with one hand, while the other on the steering wheel; you just sing along.

Rain starts to fall, so you put the windows back up. Flipping your long, curly black hair over to one side, apply your lipstick and “arriving” annoyingly comes through the speakers. You place the car in park and grab the Gucci perfume from the arm rest and give yourself two sprays. You look up...

Then boom.

There. He. Was.

Mr. tall, handsome and just right.

(Ladies, insert your crush, dream guy, whoever it is that you wanna fuck so badly.)

(Fellas, it’s you. Standing there waiting for that pussy to grip your dick like a glove. You that nigga)

Muscular arms, nicely shaved head, full beard and a little bit of stomach. He is dressed in a perfectly fitting sienna colored cardigan, some dark denim jeans and he just had to have the fresh construction colored Timbs on. He knew you would like that. He also knew this day would come. He wanted to blow your fuckin back out since he met you at Negril’s in the city a few months ago. But now it wasn’t just his dick that wanted you. Nor just his mouth that watered for a taste of you. But now his soul needed to meet yours.

As he walks over to your car door with a gigantic black umbrella made by Ozwald Boateng, his favorite black designer, you can feel your insides warming up. Clearly his eyes are fuckin you in every way possible. He opens your door and you swing out those long, fit legs to climb out of the car. He opens his mouth and lets out a minty aroma and says, “You wet already?” with that charming smile.

Before you have a chance to respond you feel a wet, sticky warm fluid gush between your pussy lips... “Find out for yourself.” You say in a soft and sexy melody. He closes your car door and grabs your neck; with a fierce look he stares you in the eyes and kisses your forehead.

(He must’ve known not to mess up a women’s lipstick. She does it on her own when she sucks dick. Just wait on it.)

Chapter 5

He leans over and sniffs your neck right before kissing that spot so gently, then he lets out a manly moan in your ear. “Show me how much you want me.” he says. You run your fingers between your pussy out of a natural reaction. As you put your fingers in his mouth, you sternly reply with “words wouldn’t do justice to how I feel...taste me instead.” You watch his eyes close for a second and he grabs your hand to lead you to his car. The black Lambo with the scissor doors that he thought would surely win you over the night yall met. You strongly tug his hand back and say, “why not outside?” with a devilish grin. He nods in agreement and tosses the umbrella. He picks you up and sits you on the hood of his car. Clicks a button on his phone and a song comes on that you never heard before. Although the mood has been set, it gave you a vibe of “its bout to go down.”

He opens your thighs and begin kissing them as you watch the rain drip on his head. Even though you can feel the rain, the passion and heat from his breath lingers beyond the tiny splashes. Your body begins to react as he gets closer to your pussy. He begins to nibble on your inner thigh up to your pelvic line. Then he bites you. Gentle enough to make you flinch but not hard enough to make you scream. You let out a moan and he stops to look up at you with a glare of wonder and he asks, “You enjoy when I make you feel pain?” Nervously, you moan out “yes.” So, he kisses the very same spot and takes his soft, wet tongue for a trip across the lake that formed over your freshly waxed and beautiful pussy.

(Ladies if you haven’t gotten one yet, please hit me up so we can go together. The best decision I ever made. You legit can feel every piece of his tongue even more.)

(Fellas, if you haven’t offered to get a woman’s wax done and ate her pussy the same day, you are missing out.)

He pulls your hand to stand you up and pulls out a red cloth. “Close your eyes.”

You listen.

He moves your wet hair and convincingly says in your ear, “I will never cause you pain without pleasure to follow. Sit down.”

You listen.

Chapter 6

He slides you up further on the hood of the car, using your wet dress to his advantage and lays you down. In your mind, the water is beating your face but at this point, you’d both drown if he dives in your pussy the way he is supposed to. He wastes no time, opening your legs to devour what he knew was his from the start. Licking up and down, slowly then fast. Flicking his tongue across your clit. Tongue kissing your lips. Running his beard across your thighs, he inserts his finger into your hole. One hand gripping that big ass thigh of yours, he massages your walls. Dives back in and puts his tongue inside to clean up the mess he’s creating. Making love to the most sensitive spot on your body. He feels your clitoris throbbing as you begin to thrust your pelvis in a back and forth motion. He grips your juicy ass from the hood of the car and gives you leverage to go ahead and fuck his face. As you’re slowly grinding and gliding your pussy across his lips and tongue, you wonder how this scene looks from another person’s perspective. Getting hornier by the second, you began to feel weak. He notices your moans gets deeper and sexier so he says the one thing that will send you over... “cum in my mouth. Don’t hold back.”

(Ladies, have you ever squirted? Now’s the time.)

(Fellas, we not debating this shit. The nut be so serious that sometimes its projects. If you don’t smell urine or see yellow on the sheets, then it ain’t piss. I said what I said.)

Something is happening. Something different. You squirm to wiggle free from his strong grip, but he is sucking on your clit and fingering you at the same time. You scream out “Don’t stop!”

What does he do?

Stop.

Giving you no time to realize what’s happening, he flips

you over in doggy style position. Everything is slippery. He is soaked from face to toe. His dick so hard that he must open his pants and lift it from his thigh. He wants to fuck you so bad. Just the thought of digging inside you has him precumming already. But he doesn’t want this to be over. This is the moment he waited for. But shit hit him differently. He never felt a connection so strongly. He wants to see how far he can take you. His soul is telling him to go further. He watches you shake and unable to control your body’s movement. While your body craves more of whatever he has to offer.

Chapter 7

Can I fuck every hole on your body?’ He said that shit with determination. You are so lost for words, but you know that you can’t and don’t want to say no.

“Yes, and please do.” You say this with openness. You’re so ready to feel him physically. But his soul is already inside you. You gave him something that he never had before. A sexual, spiritual connection. A curious mind. He’s had pussy before, but you gave him fantasy. “I want to cum so bad, but I don’t want this to be over yet. I wanna see what else he can make my soul feel.” are your current thoughts.

The playlist was on point, but the songs were drowned out by your moans and his. With the water running down your ass while it’s in the air, you arch your back a little more to show your readiness. He dives in. Face into your ass. Licking up, from pussy to ass. And back again. Thrusting his tongue in and out of that tight hole, he can feel your energy telling him to do whatever he wants. He sticks his finger into your pussy...gently and slowly; while eating your ass. Then he switches. He calmly inserts a finger into your ass and sucks on your pussy. Kissing it as if he missed it. And you... Blown away by how serious he is about pleasing you... you are about to cum so hard and he knows it. He stops.

“Let me make you orgasm.”

As confused as you are, he stands you up to your feet and unties the cloth from behind your head. Grabs your neck and leans your head back as he says, “I wanna see the face you make when I slide in.” You bite your lip and hum out a sexy moan that’s defined as “damn.”

He uses his hands to open your ass cheeks and puts his dick inside your pussy. There was no thought of protection, as your guard had already been let down. Your soul already intertwined with his, there was no turning back. The one thing you and him both wanted was to feel the same way. Pleased. He strokes you slowly with just the tip of his big dick. Until he gets deep enough to force your body to relax. So deep that you can’t even move or say shit!

(Normally this would be interrupted, and no one gets to bust a nut. Or they would finish and walk away like nothing happened, but nah not in this story.)

He strokes, he moans. You moan. He grunts. You moan louder. He strokes deeper. You begin to fuck him back. Tightening your pussy around his dick with each stroke. He grips your waist tighter. He can feel the climax near.

His thoughts, “what is she doing to me?”

She says out loud, “the same thing you’re doing to me.” As confused as he is, he never stopped hitting her spot.

Then she yells out “I’m cummin!” Panting, shaking and scratching his arm that’s wrapped around her waist, he grunts louder and strokes deep and harder. “I’m cummin too!“

Soaked from the rain, the nut and the saliva... they stand there. In both of their heads the thought circulates at the speed of their blood flowing through their bodies...

“What now?”