It’s The Things That He Does To Make Me Feel So…
Article written by La Tonya L. Cook
I know I should resist him but honestly I can’t. He is no good for me and I know it. He is too good to be true. Smart, handsome, good job, personality, big cock, etc. all equals trouble. He treats me too good, he loves me too good and he f*cks like I do, #championstatus. He stands up in it and owns this p*ssy. And for those reasons I have to leave him alone.
Cause I ain’t trying to fall in love. When did he become more than just an option? Hmmm, I know. It was the moment I realized the mental stimulation he provided was just as grand as the physical pleasure he blesses my body with.
He is the king of foreplay. His mouth stays full savoring my peach. Face dripping wet he goes in when he eats out. Like his tongue is equipped with batteries…he keeps going and going and going. He licks it and he sucks it like he’s French kissing it. Orgasm after orgasm flows through my body. He likes to watch me squirm. And if he is not below, he is up top, suckling on my nipples. Gently biting them he sends my body into a frenzy. I mean to tell him it’s over but the words refuse to part my lips. It’s the things that he does that make me feel so…
His stroke is out of this world. The moment he enters me is uber blissful. The firmness and girth of his head parting the entrance to my womanhood places me in a euphoric state. It’s a tight fit but I take in every inch of his penis as he slowly glides in. I become one with it as I savor the moment. His thick bulging veins caress every nook and cranny of my love tunnel. And the way it slightly leans left provides for maximum g-spot penetration. Our bodies are in tune and he doesn’t miss a beat. He’s got me caught in the rapture. I have to break it off before I get caught up any further. It’s the things that he does that make me feel so…
I want to submit but I have been hurt. I just got my bearings together and here he comes. Mr. Perfect when I am not looking. He is disturbing my groove. I don’t want to be tied down or wifed up. Just live my life and do me and whoever else I want to. It ain’t even winter yet and he always wants to be booed up. Where the hell was he when I was wasting time with stupid? Before I became damaged goods?
Submit and risk heart break? Or maintain control? He treats me too good, loves me too good and f*cks like no other. My body and my brain are at war of which my heart is a casualty. What is a girl to do? It’s the things that he does that make me feel so…
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