Chocolate Kisses

Dream of the Game (Pt. II)

One night I had a fairly strange dream that I was eating myself out. Two separate bodies. Both of them were me. Keep up as I tell this story because it will be up to you to determine when I’m referring to the me that’s giving the head and the me that’s receiving it. (I switch point of views.)

I laid on the bed with a pillow behind my head, legs spread, feet flat, and forearms slightly propping me up so I could watch as I pleasured myself in a way only possible in my dreams. I looked down at her… me… and she locked eyes with mine. Her facial expression was serious, but the smile disguised in her eyes was enough to ensure me that I was about to be pleased the way I’ve always wanted to be pleased.

People always say, if you want something done right, you might as well do it yourself. Well, there’s no better way to be eaten out that to do it yourself, I thought as I looked up at her.

So, that’s what I look like when I’m hungry for a tongue. As I laid down on my chest, I put my hands on her inner thighs, spread them, and looked at the pussy that cried to please. I leaned in, licked my lips, then took my tongue and licked right between her pussy lips. I did that a couple times, and with my hands still on her inner thighs, I could feel the beginning of a slight tremble. I tightened my grip on her thighs and continued to spread her lips with my tongue and lightly flick her clit.

I counldn’t control myself. Watching me lick myself, I mean, watching her lick me, because although we were the same person, we were in two different bodies, undergoing two different experiences. I felt the shivers in my body that she delivered to me through her tongue. It was wonderful because I know what I like and she was doing just that. I remained silent and watched. Supressed all sounds that tried to escape. I could supress the sounds all I wanted, but the reactions of my body could not be held back. So I just bit my lip and watched.

I stopped licking and blew lightly on my… her pussy. Her legs were shaking a little more vigorously now, so I slapped her thigh to which she responded with a gasp followed by silence (and a less shaky thigh. I knew she’d like that.) I began to suck on her lips. Kissing them as if they belonged to the face of a person. Although this was my first time eating her, I was familiar with her taste. I took my index and middle finger, stuck them in her mouth so she could suck on them and make them wet. When I removed them from her mouth, I used them to part her pussy lips and allow my tongue to finally penetrate her.

Then I woke up.

In The Game: In My Place

“Yes! Oh yes Papi! Oh..mmmm…”

Kneeling on the floor, my head and arms rested on the couch in front of me as he fucked me from behind. I was trying to be quiet but the rate at which he was hitting me made the sounds involuntarily run out of me. My arms began to shake before my legs, which was odd. Before I knew it, my whole entire body was shaking and I couldn’t do anything but moan. And scream. His name.

I bit my lip and tried to get a hold of myself, but it wasn’t working. His dick was pounding the energy and ability to compose myself right out of my body. How could I make this stop without making him stop?

“Spank me, Papi,” I requested. And he did as I requested. From the corner of my eye, I witnessed his slight crooked smile as he wound his arm back and forcibly brought it to contact the skin of my ass. 

SLAP.

And my back arched. My head threw back. My jaw dropped to let of a high pitched sigh of releif, gratitude, and thirst for more.

“Again,” I told him. I was riled up from the first one. Don’t stop now, Papi. Spank me harder, I thought.

As if he heard my thoughts, he made this last slap quick and sharp.

“OW. YES.” I shreiked. And the shaking stopped.

I continued to violently throw my ass back onto his dick. He stoped his thrusts, momentarily and I realized that he was preparing for another session. He removed his dick from my pussy, came in the condom, put a new one on, and continued where he left off. 

Holding onto my hips, he pulled me onto him, and leaned back to lay flat on the floor while I remained on him, now with my hands on his ankles, my legs on either side of him, and my pussy squeezed tightly on his hard dick. 

I began to ride him slowly. I used his ankles as a control. Whenever I would rise, my walls would be tickled by his dick. Whenever I would fall, he dug so deep into my vagina that I had to gasp for air. 

Rising and falling a little faster each time, it wasn’t long until we were both satisfied. He raised his hips with each fall of mine to ensure the deepest penetration possible. 

His dick disappearing into my pussy: mind-blowing. The feeling provided in this current position was unlike any other that I’d ever experienced. 

This is when I realized that if I could, I would backwards-ride his dick every sinlge day, given the chance.

Dream of the Game (Pt. I)

Sweat…

dripping from his neck landing between your breasts as he rests his chest on yours. Screams escaping your lips and bouncing off the walls and doors. You want some more.

He licks your neck in a circular motion similar to the one his dick is creating in the ocean between your legs. He wants you to beg.

Harder.

Faster.

You feel the pulse in his dick as he rhythmically churns the juices in your pussy. He pulls his dick out of you and allow you to taste your juice. Sweet.

He continues on to rub the tip of his dick on your clit while biting and holding your neck. He lowers his lips to your breasts and devours each one, initially caressing your nipples with his tongue then biting down with gentle force while his dick still rests between your legs as you fight to hang on to the edge of reality.

It’s like a dream. How could something that feels so good be this real? But before you get the chance to escape reality, he rams is dick into you, stealing your ability to speak, yet your mouth remains wide open…yearning to moan, yell, scream, shout, but all that comes out… is your juice.

In The Game: Synchronized Swimming

Already hours into our session, my body was tired yet it still yearned for more. He laid next to me on the bed, arm around my shoulders as we both stared into the space confined by the ceiling and four walls which my voice had bounced off of earlier. 

Every time I blinked, I recollected a point that night of the sweet kisses of bliss that were so generously provided to me by his dick. If I had screamed any louder, the students in the dorms neighboring mine would have reported me for a noise violation. Whenever I’d open my eyes from my extended blinks, I turned to see him laying next to me, still staring into space and biting his lip every once in a while. I wondered if his blinks were filled with images as vivid as those in mine.

In the midst of one of my recollections, I felt him shuffle his hand from under my head. I abruptly opened my eyes, mid-thought, and saw that he was looking directly at me. He began kissing me and sending chills to both pairs of my lips. 

Mmm… are you ready for more, Papi? was my initial thought, but I had no idea what he really wanted. I just knew that whatever it was, I was going to like it.

He pulled me on top of him, so now my naked breasts were pressed up against his chest. I could feel how hard my nipples were against him. I could also feel my juices beginning to drip a little bit. His left hand was squeezing my ass and his right hand was massaging my leaking pussy.

He pulled away from my lips, gave me one last kiss, and said, 

“Turn around.”

I must admit, I was a little caught off guard but I didn’t question him. I never did. I enjoyed his orders and I followed through. I turned around, on all fours, my legs straddling his chest and my hands straddling his waist. He pulled me up so that my pussy would be directly above his lips. Then he took his right hand and placed it on top of my head: this was his signal to begin.

And so we began.

One flick of my clit by his tongue and I was uncontrollably moaning over his dick. Being on top and having him lick my weakest spot made concentrating on his dick so much harder than it should’ve been. I sucked and I licked and I kissed and I would occasionally spit but all the while, my knees shook and trembled and I wished for him to stop, even though I loved it.

I tried to keep the motions of my lips and tongue in sync with the flicks to my clit. I wasn’t ready when he had dived into my pool, but I tried to keep up with him. He was swimming deep and I was gasping for air trying not to drown in the oceanic pleasure he was providing me. All the while, I just wanted to do the same for him.

Swirls and twirls of his tongue and my ears rung from the song of joy that was sung. 

“Yes, Papi! Oh my…oh! Oh, please stop! Please! No… don’t… YES. Don’t stop. OH!”

Ultimately, I gave in and collapsed on top of him as he licked the rest of me off his lips and found my face to grant me that kiss.

All the while after that, I continuously whispered, “Thank you, Papi. Thank you. Thank you. Thank…” in a voice that was barely audible.

I wonder if he ever noticed…

Old Stories. More Detail. ;-)

Many of my old stories have new additions to them. I feel they are also better written. So, if you’ve read tehm once before, be on the lookout for new additions to the story. It seems like I’m remembering more detail that I left out. ;-)

In The Game: Anticipation

At this point, we both know that my pussy is soon to become victim to hours of beating, banging from your dick and flicking, licking from your tongue. I’m on my way to you; I’m exactly two blocks away and my stomach is turning. Butterflies are square dancing all over my insides at the thought of you navigating my insides looking for the area where ‘G’ marks the spot. I can feel the moisture between my legs as I walk and, even though I know I’m on my way to something better, I fight every urge to detour into a dark alley and relieve my pussy of her tears with my fingers.

I resist, of course, and continue to your door. You invite me in, greeting my lips with a kiss and my ass with a light grab. I set my bag down on the couch and sit down right next to it. While you disappear into the kitchen, I observe the area: it’s cozy and comfortable, soon to covered in the sounds, solids, and liquids of our lust. The sweet must that our bodies create after being in constant contact…I can almost taste it.

The anticipation is killing me, but I’m sure your dick is soon to bring me to life.

In The Game: Kissing Me

Point. Aim. Shoot.

And his lips began to distribute bullets of kisses throughout my body. He worked his way up, my lips being his ultimate destination. His bullseye. 

He graced my legs with his kisses, light and sweet like my morning coffee. He kissed between my thighs and I tightened my eyes simultaneously with every other muscle in my body. Breathe. Relax. Enjoy. His lips spoke to me. Inaudible words in the form of kisses planted all around me. Germinating flowers of delight. He kissed over my panties, where his treasure to my pleasure laid beneath.

He kissed my stomach and I let out a satisfied giggle which brought a smile to his face. His smile made my body tingle. He kissed atop my chest, one lick peck and caress for each breast. His lips grazed my neck and I tensed up once again. Baby, you like this. You crave it. Yes, I do. So, give it to me. His kissed both sides of my neck and finally reached his bullseye.

He gazed deep into my eyes and found what he was looking for. He found my want and desire for his lips contacting mine. He found his reason to reach. So he leaned toward me and grabbed my bottom lip with his lips and gently sucked on it. He pulled away from me. Looked into my eyes. Down at my lips. Back into my eyes and dived in once more. This time he took my upper lip, gently bit and pulled on it, expelling moans from my lips along with a light request.

Bite me harder, baby.

In The Game: Movie Night

It had been a long time since we’d seen each other so we had planned, over the phone, to go out to eat and watch a movie. Of course, whenever I thought about him, I only had an appetite for one thing and that couldn’t be ordered at any restaurant. We met up at the mall; I arrived first and awaited his entrance with my music calming down my nerves.

Whenever we texted each other, I kept my phone in between my thighs with the slightest contact to my lower lips so with each vigorous vibration of his text, my pussy lightly leaked. He sent me a text saying that he had arrived so I anxiously looked out for him and as soon as our eyes met, my heart sank into my stomach and my lubricated pussy tightened in excitement. 

The mere sight of him could send my mind to places that allowed me to reach the border of ecstasy. We kissed; he always sucked on my bottom lip first, bit it and pulled. Then the top. Sucked on my tongue. Grabbed on my ass. And as I pulled away and looked into his eyes, I saw that we were both ready to “watch” this movie, so slowly I licked his bottom lip, turned around and led him to the line where we debated about the movie that would bring in the smallest audience so we could “watch” that one.

I don’t remember what movie we settled on, but we entered the theater about 30 minutes early and it was completely bare which made us both happy and instantly carnal. We scoped the area for a spot where we could connect and our eyes finally set on the emergency exit passageway. 

This passageway was basically an empty room with no door (at the entrance). It was at the side of the theater and hand in hand I walked in front of him and as I approached the entrance, I turned around to face him, slowly backed into the room, dropped my purse and pulled his lips in to meet mine.

Every kiss made me a little hotter. Every bite on my neck made me a little wetter. He lifted my legs up and wrapped them around his waist, slammed me into the wall so I arched my back and let out a cry for this pleasurable pain. No bra on for his convenience, so he pulled my tank top down and sucked my right breast, circling my nipple with his tongue which seemed to send signals straight to my pussy. He then continued to lick, bite, suck and kiss on my neck so I returned the favor. As soon as my tongue, lips and teeth contacted his neck, I could feel that he was enjoying it. Papi, I’ve been a bad girl. Oh, have you? And he proceeded to spank my ass so hard that I heard it bounce off the walls of this small room. Oh! Yes, Papi spank me again. No. Please? And he did just that. Numerous times. Unable to control my body’s reaction to the utterly wonderful feeling and sound of his hands on my ass, I let out a short moan for each spank he graced me with.

He put me down and told me to turn around, so I obeyed. He proceeded to take off my jeans and bend me over. With the palms of my hands and my left cheek to the wall, he rubbed my pussy with his middle and ring fingers and as I was waiting for him to insert them and please me, he suddenly stopped. I didn’t turn around to see why he stopped, so I assumed that he was taking his dick out and getting ready to feed my pussy. I was wrong.

Instead, I felt something warm flicking the lips of my vagina and twirling around in my juices. I turned around to see him on his knees feeding himself my cream and the thought, the sight, and the feel of it all made my knees go instantly weak. He pushed me back up to finish the job that he had went down to do. All the while, I’m being gifted and punished at the same time because his tongue on my clit was making my pussy so much wetter, but my legs were shaking and my knees were ready to give out. Stop, Papi. Please..oh my…it feels so good. What the fuck? Stop… please? No, don’t stop. That’s all I could say until I finally could not take it anymore and I fell to my knees.

That was the first time I’d ever received head. Without the necessary time to recover from such an experience, he propped me up so I was on the floor on my knees and hands. I felt the tip of his dick preparing my pussy for penetration. The way he rubbed it on her… the ten-second tease he always seemed to give my pussy because he knew she enjoyed it as much as I did… the circular motion that he made with his dick right outside the entrance of my pussy… and then he grabbed my waist and pulled me onto him so fast and so hard that my eyes rolled back, my head cocked back, and I couldn’t do anything else but throw my ass back.

His dick was far enough in me to touch my stomach, I kid you not. Holding onto my waist, he continued to push and pull me off and onto him and I continued to let out the product of his harsh pounds to my pussy in the form of moans, calls of his name, bangs of the floor, light screams, and anything I could do to keep me from trying to escape his dick. The size was unimaginable. The feeling it gave me every time I saw it was indescribable. But whenever he made it completely disappear inside me, I was totally speechless. My mind couldn’t fathom how it’d happen, and whenever he did it, my mouth remained open, gasping for air while losing my breath all at once. 

I could hear my ass clapping against his thighs and I was doing my best to be as quiet as my body allowed me to because the movie time was quickly approaching and I was sure people had to be walking in. I squeezed my pussy muscles around his dick whenever he pulled back and he slapped my ass in return which caused me to bite my lip to suppress the moans.

Right as he was about to come, he pulled out, turned me around and my eyes filled up with joy as the cream sporadically shot out from his dick and into my mouth and all over my lips. I put his dick in my mouth to clean it off and it pleased me to taste myself on him.

We put our pants back on and he peeked out the entrance and saw that the theater was nearly full. I guess we had predicted wrong. We looked at each other and smiled as we found ourselves some seats.

Introduction to the Game (Prequel)

“Are you ready, baby?” He asked me.

Kneeling on the bed in between his straddled legs, I was too in the moment to respond back with words. Licking my lips with my eyes down and my hands at my sides, I felt my mouth was ready for just one role to play, so I silently nodded my head as I observed the bulge in his jeans. “Okay. Take it out.”

Before I did so, I looked up at him and he provided me with the nod of approval, as if to say, Go ahead. It’s okay.

I leaned in a little closer, placed my left hand on his lap as I took my right hand to his zipper and hesitated. I was anxiously anticipating my actions. So much so, that I didn’t initially realize that I had to undo his belt first. I believe he sensed my slight anxiety, so he guided my hand to his belt buckle, helped me undo it and took control like I needed him to do. He also began to help me undo his zipper, but I stopped him and stepped out of my shell and decided that if I was going to take control, it might as well be now. I kissed his top lip. His bottom lip. The right side of his neck. The left side of his neck. All the while, my hands remained on his zipper. After the last kiss on his neck I looked down, took a deep breath, closed my eyes and undid his zipper. He shuffled as I slightly brought down his jeans. When I opened my eyes I was greeted by his boxers which made me let out a long silent sigh. I could see his dick fighting to escape the confines of the cotton cloth, so I reached in, grabbed it and stared, at the breathtaking structure that literally stood before me. 

Glorious. The word best fit to describe his dick. I stared at it for what felt like an eternity. My mind began formulating questions and doubting that it would fit through any orifice on my body. I had to stop staring at it, so I leaned in, closed my eyes and kissed the tip. I had never done this before…I had never done anything like this before and he knew this, so he gave me the benefit of the doubt as well as a lot of leeway. 

I had only read about giving head. I was supposed to imagine that I was starving on a hot summer day and picture his dick as an ice cream cone that’s melting and my goal was to savor every drop, not letting anything waste.

So, by that same token, I stared at his dick in adoration and gratitude. Kissed the tip. Licked around the rim. Kissed, licked and sucked up and down the shaft. Rubbed the head of his dick on my wet lips, as if I was applying lipgloss (also read about that). 

I did that for a while because I was scared to put it in my mouth, but I knew I would have to do it eventually. So, I opened my mouth and put it inside, making sure my teeth did not contact his skin. 

His dick made my mouth seem small, but I did my best. He placed his hand on the back of my head to guide me and I followed. I was so concerned about not grazing his skin with my teeth, that I forgot to suck. 

My head, moving up and down on his dick. My lips, wet and pressed against it. My hand, on the area that I know I can’t devour. I looked up to him with his dick still in my mouth and he smiled at me and bit his lip. He then proceeded to remove my hand from his dick and push my head down to take him in further, causing me to gag and almost choke.

I was initially thrown of by this feeling but something about it made me want to go back for more…so I did.

I really wanted to swallow his dick and let it swim around in my throat, but I knew I wasn’t ready for that, so I just did all that I was doing hoping that he enjoyed it.

He assisted me in making him cum, and I assisted him in cleaning up the mess. The actual cream from my ice cream cone. Delicious teamwork.

He was kind. I was nervous, but he was kind. Not only did he kill me with his kindness, he was about to kill my virgin pussy with his dick. 

Pre-Gaming: The First Finger

The first finger to successfully penetrate my pussy belonged to me. There had been two prior attempts but the first failed because we were in a train station and I didn’t allow him past my panties. The second failed because we were in the school’s staircase and people kept walking by. I wasn’t as bold a soul then as I am now.

But, I was on the phone curled up on the floor at night with my baby, you should be fucking the virgin right out of me voice on. He was telling me all the things he wanted to do to me and the thought was forcing pleasant moans through my pressed, puckered, and bitten lips. I also lightly tapped my pussy with my hand, nothing serious to me, because I was so sensitive that’s all it really took.

And then… he asked me to put my hand inside my panties and rub my pussy with the tips of my fingers. This request kind of made my eyes bulge out a little. I had never done such a thing, never known anyone to, thought it’d be so wrong for me to do, but because I love being told what to do by a man, and I still had a mentality of pleasing to be pleased, I did as I was told and I couldn’t have made a better decision in my life.

All of a sudden, my fingers were swimming in the midst of an unknown form of satisfaction that was new to their touch but made my whole entire body and being feel so much lighter. I let out a little gasp and sigh of relief. It seemed as if I were just granted entry onto Cloud 9.

And then… he began to direct me. And I began to report back to him exactly as I was doing.

You rubbing that pussy, baby? Yea, I’m rubbing this pussy… and it’s really wet, I’ve never felt anything like this before. That’s good. Now I want you to take one finger and spread your pussy lips apart. Do that for me, baby. Mhmm. Done. Oohh. Now take one finger and slide it in that pussy and tell me how it feels…

I’ll tell you how it felt. It. Hurt. I let out a little squeal and I was just about ready to back down until he told me to lightly rub my clit with my thumb while my index finger swam in the tightness of my newly touched pussy.

Did I say something about Cloud 9 earlier? Yeah, this was Cloud 99 in comparison to that.