Nadlee’s Confessions: #1 I have to confess that I’m late this week because I couldn’t remember how to get behind the scenes to write this story for you. I kept thinking, “I’ll try again later,” thinking that maybe the site was down. In truth, I’m a dunder-head and I logged out, apparently. My sincerest apologies. I confess, first, that I’m technologically challenged. That’s boring! So, let’s go to the REAL confession that brings me here.
I confess that I have been to strip clubs. I also confess that I actually enjoy that experience. I don’t frequent those clubs, by any means. But, if it’s on the agenda for the evening plans, I don’t shy away from it, either. I used to be one of those women that were threatened by what happens in those places. My insecurity stemmed from ignorance. Once I went and saw it for myself, I thought, “Psht! I got this!” It gave me so much more confidence in my own skills. I can put on one hell of a show, if I’m in the mood to do that. I could say so much about that whole experience, but I just won’t. I’m a secret keeper. If he wants to go to one of those places, go with him. You will end up feeling hot and sexy from all the attention you get (There are a LOT of men in those places. A LOT! Plus, once the girls figure out why you’re there, they want to hang out with you because they know you’re not after their goodies.). When it’s over, you’ll be feeling a whole lot of sassy. When you get home, spice up your living room and show him what you’re made of! I’ve attached a song that is pretty fun to dance to. Go get him! Shake it, girl! 😉
So, anyway, about Kevin…
Remember how he stepped into the bathroom with the promise of coming out and getting “really” serious?
As I lay on the bed, waiting for him, something felt weird under my shoulder. When I reached up, my fingers felt the package of a condom. Feeling confident that we would need that at some point in the future, I put it beside me on the bed and felt above my head for any others. There were no more, that I could feel, anyway.
After a few minutes, I heard the toilet flush and then I heard the water running in the sink.
How sweet! He’s washing his hands. This is good.
The bathroom door opened and he sauntered toward the bed. He had this sexy smirk on his face and his seductive gaze made a whole lot of promises that I really hoped he planned to keep. Everything about him crippled me, in terms of trying to play things cool. Don’t ask me why, but being around him made me do or say the stupidest things. As I stared at this smoking hot guy and his rock hard cock, I apparently needed to ask the stupidest question, ever.
“So, what do you want to do now?”
He chuckled and bit his lip as his he bobbed his head. “Yeah! Don’t play innocent with me.”
He reached up, wrapping his hands around my calves. In a snap, he ripped my body to the foot of the bed, pulling my legs apart as he pulled me closer to him. I couldn’t help the giggly, squeaky noise that escaped my throat. That was sexy fun! Amused by my reaction, he smiled and shook his head, as he twisted his hips, wedging his body between my knees. He bent over me, reaching above my head for the condom that I had just relocated a few minutes prior.
As he stood upright, I grabbed the package from him, sitting up and hugging my legs around his waist. He lowered his head to kiss me as I tore the package open. I rolled the rubber down over his shaft, my eyes drifting up to his.
“I did the hard part,” I teased.
“Interesting choice of words.”
Just as I was about to offer some other empty, perverted comment, he guided his cock, rubbing it along my sex. As he teased me, he lowered his mouth to mine, his tongue sweeping between my lips. There was something primal about the way he softly moaned into my mouth as he kissed me. I encircled my arms around his neck as he took my lower lip between his teeth, gently biting. His eyes stared into mine as the head of his cock began penetrating my opening. I slowly blinked, closing my eyes, enjoying the way his cock felt as he moved inside of me.
“You feel so good to me,” I breathed as he gently moved in and out.
There was a reserved chuckle as he said, “I can make you feel better than ‘good.'”
He drew his hips back and thrust his hips, slamming his cock into me. I drew a deep breath, surprised by the sudden change, but excited at the rawness of the gesture. I stared into his eyes and he smiled a sweet, polite smile. Then, he pulled his hips back again. He clenched his jaw and rammed his cock into me again. He swallowed hard, his breath harder than before.
“Mm! You’re getting really wet all of a sudden,” he smiled, shaking his head. “You’re turning me on.”
He quickly thrust his hips, driving his cock deeper into me a few more times.
“You’re driving me crazy,” I offered, swallowing the lump in my throat.
He winked and flashed his sexy grin. “I’ll take care of it, don’t you worry.”
“Do it, then,” I playfully challenged.
His mouth covered mine and his tongue pressed between my lips. He sucked my lips as his tongue caressed mine. His kiss was like he was sucking the life out of me, and breathing it back again. It was hotter than hell. He tangled his fingers in my hair as his hips pumped his cock in and out of me. He sucked on my lips as he broke the kiss and moved his mouth to my ear. I heard the sound of his rhythmic breath filling my ear, along with grunts as he hammered his cock into me. I sank my fingertips into his flesh as I felt my orgasm building.
“Mm, Kevin!” I breathed, reaching up and cradling his head in my hand.
“Don’t,” he growled. “Don’t you cum yet.”
He pulled my arms off of his shoulders, pushing me back onto the bed. He gripped my hips, lifting up as he pounded my pussy. He made my body move the way he needed it to move, pulling my hips up and pushing them down, again. I tried to help him, moving my body with his as he pumped his cock in and out.
We were both panting, out of breath. I was so desperate to cum. He had me to the point where it felt like the best tickle in the world. I could feel the heat racing through my veins. He was fucking me with every thing he had. I was going to cum so hard. With his heavy breath, he started talking dirty. It was so damn hot, I felt my body melting into him as he spoke. Maybe it was the gruff tone, or the way he clenched his teeth as he drilled his cock into me.
“Your pussy is dripping. You like getting fucked? Huh? You like it hard? You want some more? You like it rough?”
“Fuck me, Kevin! Harder!”
“Fuck, yes! Cum for me, baby! Cum with me.”
Like a wild man, he pounded my pussy harder than I had ever experience. His hands gripped my tits, squeezing my pebbled nipples between his fingers. He let out a throaty growl as he gave me everything he had. He started swirling his hips as his hands squeezed my breasts harder. I gripped his hands as I felt my body starting to tip over that edge.
“Kevin, oh baby! Oh baby! Oh, fuck!”
“Yeah, baby! Oh, yeah! Cum for me.”
We both sounded like a porn flick. My body started milking his cock as he throbbed inside me. I drew a deep breath as he kept fucking me as though he were my own personal porn star. Fuck! He fucked me so damn good. His steady rhythm slowed as he pressed his cock deeper, tilting his hips up with each slow, deep thrust. His eyes clenched shut and he had quit breathing, his entire existence focused on spilling his seed. After a few moments, he finally let out a heavy exhale. I reached for his hands, interlacing my fingers in his, squeezing his hands as we both finished. When I felt his body relax, I pulled his hands, trying to pull him down on me. His eyes rolled as he opened them to look at me. He fell forward on one arm, sliding the other around my waist. He lifted me enough to move my body up onto the bed with his. We lay on our sides, face to face, kissing and cuddling until we fell asleep.
After a few hours, I woke up from my nap. Kevin was still sound asleep. I raked my fingers through his hair and softly kissed his forehead. He moaned a few sounds, that I’m certain, in his mind, were actual words. I left him to his dreams and went to the shower. After I turned on the water, I peeked out to make sure I wasn’t disturbing my favorite wild man. He hadn’t flinched since I got out of bed. So, I turned on the radio, again peeking to make sure I wasn’t bothering him.
The song coming through the speakers had a good beat – a rhythm I could dance to. I giggled to myself, as I stood in the doorway, staring at this sexy man as he slept in my bed. I danced, swirling my body. I amused myself at the fact that I was dancing like a porn star for a sleeping man. Poor Kevin! I was so tempted to wake him up. He had worked all night and entertained me all morning. He had earned his rest. But, the plans I was scheming up for him when he woke up were probably punishable by law. I was excited! I wanted my turn to show him a good time. My turn was coming!
To be continued…