"You can come in my room and chill", Honey Lips sweetly said.
"OK", I shrugged.
We were alone in his bedroom, my best friend was sent to the cyber cafe to fax something to someone. She'd be gone for a while and Honey Lips was horny.
This is the first time he decided to make a move on unsuspecting me...
"Would you like a massage? A sensual message?", he asked me. What in the world is a sensual massage? Don't all massages be the same?
I looked at him uncertainly and he reassured me, "Don't worry. I gave one to BFF and there's no sex involved."
"BFF had a sensual massage? When? She didn't tell me?", I felt betrayed.
"It was nothing. I'll give you one if you want...?", he then paused, waiting for my answer.
"Alright." If BFF got one I'll have one too you know. Of course I wasn't thinking that out loud.
I went to his bed and lied down on my belly, fully clothed. I had on, a pair of blue jeans and a red top. He lifted my top and started rubbing down his hands on my back. Very gently. Started to knead my bones and muscles on my back. I was in heaven.
"You like it?", he whispered. "Mmmmm...", I tried to nod.
"Would you like me to take off your top?"
I was completely lost to his touch and couldn't resist him. I was in a lull when...
Whoa! My eyes snapped open and,
"Relax, I wouldn't do anything you don't want me to", he coaxed while his fingers were fumbling with my bra.
"Turn over...", he continued. What the hell? No sex my ass! I know where that's going...
I did turn my spellbound ass over. He removed my bra and BAM! He gasped and I looked at him. His smoldering eyes were black with desire. Those eyes made me feel like a wanton hussy. The Moist Haven started to urgently tingle. He closed his mouth over my throbbing nipples and began to suck...
Nothing matters right now. I want him with every bone in my body. Oh yes...don't stop...
Then licking his way down to Moist Haven, his lips landed on it. It was pouring down there in Moist Haven. I could hear beating drums in my ears.
He ate it like a starved child, with me covering my face with one of his pillows. I didn't want him to look at the blissfully-contorted expressions on my face...I started to wriggle under his mouth until my world burst into a euphoric kaleidoscope of colors...
With my back arched, I reached for his belt and unzipped his pants.
And what followed next went so fast that I was left stunned, craving for more. He whipped out the Johnson and dived in once and pulled out!
What the fuck? Where is...? Why...? Uh...what...?!
I roused from the comatose-like state I was fiercely pushed in and looked at him pulling up his pants and buckling up.
"What's wrong?", I queried, my mouth dry and the Africans still beating drums somewhere down there in Moist Haven.
"That's a sensual massage!", he explained.
"Oh...!" That's it?
Much, much later, he told me that he just wanted to give me a taste and besides, I was seeing someone else. And no, BFF never got any sensual massage from him, which I already knew by then because I asked BFF if it were true.
Honey Lips knew that if he didn't bend the truth a little about BFF getting a sensual massage I would have never gone for a sensual massage! Damn right I wouldn't have and I would have missed 6 months's worth of blissful sex!
And that folks, that's how the cookie crumbled....
P.S: That was a long damn post! Phew..! If you've made it until the end then by God you must be soaking wet right now. Else, you have a problem. Your sex drive needs oiling. Or something...