WHY I'M MAKING LOVE
TO YOUR WOMAN AND
YOUR WIFE
All Rights Reserved by Author
In The Beginning
Before I begin my story about this issue, I must tell you not to be upset with me at the end. Instead, you might want to either pay more attention or listen to what either your woman or wife might be or has been trying to communicate to you. Additionally, I can’t reveal my identity to you, but I’ll tell you exactly who I am in the end.
First, I’d like to tell you a little bit about myself. I’m just an average “Joe” that works everyday just like everybody else. Specifically, I’m a working professional that has maintained steady employment for the past 15 years, I completed college, single - not married or involved, in my mid-30’s, no children and workout regularly. I own my own residence; vehicle and I like to enjoy life. I live in the Washington, DC metropolitan area and I like to get out and have fun every weekend or when time permits. Moreover, I attend church every Sunday - very seldom do I ever miss a service.
The Washington, DC metropolitan area has spawned many technology related work environments over the past few years. In fact, Northern Virginia is now known as the technology corridor. Kind of like where the Silicon Valley was a few years ago. With new companies moving here and increased employment opportunities - more folks have relocated to this area. Additionally, a lot of people spend a lot of time working crazy hours - missing out on opportunities for quality time spent with the family.
Log On
Today was a typical day for me - I’d arrive to work extra early and log onto my PC. I’d arrive early because I wanted to read the news communications and enjoy my daily cup of morning coffee. I’d usually flip through the sports, business and news sections of most news communications. Then I’d hit the entertainment section. Only this time there was a flashing advertisement that really caught my attention. It read….”Discover Love, Romance or Intimately Talk.”
I decided to click onto the ad for more information. The site was pretty interesting. The flashy headlines caught my attention and the pictures with some of the ads were okay too. However, more revealing were the specifics that everyone placed within their ad.
I surfed over to the Intimate Talk section and much to my surprise -- I could not believe what I was seeing. This was truly a bachelor’s paradise. There were so many attractive - FINE women that had their pictures posted that I sat there for a good little while. I read many ads and could not believe what I was there. These women were looking for sexual adventures from one-night stands to regularly scheduled sexual rendezvous. Some of these women were MARRIED or ATTACHED - looking for a discrete encounter. There were all kinds - African American, Caucasian, Hispanic and Asian.
I was always concerned about people misrepresenting themselves as it regards their looks. So, I made it a point to first focus on those women that had their pictures associated with their ads and then sift through the ads without pictures.
The Search
I saw everything in the headlines relating to Goddesses, Brown-Sugar Babes, Sexually Deprived to Needing It Every Day. I guess what took me by surprise was the meat of some of the descriptions. One woman had that she had a very high sex drive and her husband traveled too much. She needed to find and hook up with someone that could meet her weekly at a moment’s notice for sex. That’s it. Nothing more and no strings attached. Then there was another who enjoyed sex in movie theaters and public places. This one often fantasized about having two men sex her at the same time. She too loved and needed sex. In her case - her male companion or boy friend just was not around when she needed him. She also made it a point to mention that within her ad. Heck, some women even had listed their favorite turn-on’s such as muscular bodies, showers with couple’s, unusual locations for sex, being spanked, blindfolded, sex talk and sharing their fantasies.
My initial impression was that this is too good to be true. That is until I chose to respond to a few.
Contact
As I searched the various ads and read what was behind each one I wanted to reach out to these lonely, sexually deprived women that were emotionally and physically abandoned by their significant other. I had sent out a few messages to some of the ladies. I was surprised when I got the e-mails back confirming mutual interest and the desire to meet. I was sensitive to the fact that all of these women needed to have a desire met - the void I’d make whole again. I made sure to let them know how I would fulfill their fantasies.
I’ll share an experience I had with a lovely women by the name of Angel - a young 24 year old black woman who has a very high sex drive, loved sex and described herself as the type of lady who knew how to please a man. She also loved to go to the movies to have sex and was turned on by the act of having her man gently pull on her hair when hitting it from the back. She had a fantasy about having two men do her at the same time. She indicated that she was open for the type of encounters that were for conventional sex or one nightstands, sex talk and sharing her fantasies. Moreover, she was very concerned about hygiene and someone that practiced safe sex. Lastly, she did indicate that she was attached, but wanted to have a discrete encounter.
I decided to send her the following message:
“Angel,
I’d like to first introduce myself to you. My name is Style and I have an interest in progressively getting to know you enough to satisfy and fulfill every fantasy you ever had or dreamed of. I would like to meet you at the Washington Harbor. I’d like for you to meet me there at 6:30 PM sharp this Wednesday night at Tom and Joe’s. Since we don’t know what each other looks like - here’s what I will do. I’ll need for you to tell me what you will be wearing - I prefer that you wear nothing but black. I’d like for you to sit at the end of the bar or as close to the end as possible - right side. I will have nothing but black on - my jacket, shirt, shoes, socks - all black. Me - I’m a brother. If I like what I see - I’ll send you a dirty martini. If I don’t - well, I’ll send you a glass of white wine. You - if you like what you see - send me a rum and coke with a twist of lime. If not - send me lemon with water. If I get my rum and coke and I send you a dirty martini - we’ll take it from there. Deal? Let me know.”
Well, as luck would have it, Angel decided to respond with a willingness to meet at the designated time and location.
The Meeting
Wednesday came around and so did 6:30. I was hyped and ready to go. I had my Black Jag XJ8 parked by the valet and made my way to Joe’s Restaurant and Bar. I walked along the marble floor and observed Washingtonian’s enjoying themselves drinking and eating. I sat comfortably in a tall black leather stool at the left end of the bar. I quickly scanned the bar area when I noticed a rather cute, innocent honey-coated sister at the end of the bar. She wore a black beaded dress by Gucci, carried a handbag by Bottega Veneta, wore a wide diamond Jade Jagger bracelet, green python boots, had a very sexy-burgundy shade of MAC lipstick, neatly French-manicured nails, short-curly black hair, almond shaped eye’s and a warm smile. I immediately liked what I saw and requested that the bar tender send this honey-coated sista’ a dirty martini. He was kind of enough to honor my request with a smile as he prepared and served the drink. The woman in black was happy to see her drink placed in front of her. As she sipped her drink, she looked over as the bar tender pointed me out. Her gentle grin turned into a beautiful smile as I observed her whispering something in the bar tenders ear. The bar tender quickly came my way with a rum and coke with a twist of lime.
I rose from my black leather stool and gracefully made my way towards my new found friend. I knew that I must have been what she desired as her eye’s gleamed with excitement, as did her smile. The sensual aroma of her perfume J’adore hit me soon after as did the fantasies of this Angel sent to me.
We conversed and I was quick to tell her that I had a room reserved - she quickly agreed to leave and go to my penthouse suite. My suite was not far and she agreed to follow me for the quick trip.
Making Dreams Come True
Angel and I made our way to the hotel. We both parked our cars and walked towards the elevator. I wanted Angel to feel as comfortable as possible with me. I gently took her hand into mine and escorted her into the elevator. We rode up to my penthouse suite. I invited Angel to relax on my plush suede sofa. The sofa was so soft that I would often fall asleep there forgetting I had a bed.
I already had scented vanilla candles burning throughout the suite. Since it was past 7PM - I turned on the radio. This way we could relax to the Quiet Storm. No sooner than I turned on the radio - the perfect music for the mood started to play. Maxwell and his Urban Hang Suite played in the background. I came back to Angel while on the couch -- gracefully leaned over her and caressed her lips with mine while slowly and softly touching her tongue with mine.
Her soft hands stroked the back of my head as she aggressively pulled me closer to her. We kissed and passionately stroked each other for a short while. Then she suddenly pushed me back. I was surprised while breathing heavy - Angel began to unbuckle my pants and then unzip them. I was standing there in front of this beautiful woman with my bar of chocolate about to make its entrance into Angel’s tunnel.
Slowly my chocolate bar entered her tunnel unsure if it wanted to stay or go. All I know is that it went back in forth - in and out. It was so refreshing to be embraced with the wetness of Angel’s rain soaking and drenching my chocolate bar. Hell, I decided that maybe I’d stay there for a little while or so. Soon after, Angel told me about her other tunnel and that I might want to take a trip there too.
Off we went on our little adventure -- overcome with heat we decided to take off the rest of each other’s clothing. First hers and then mine. Her precious mounds of honey--coated chocolate breast were just waiting for my mouth to cover each one - at a time. I then decided to remove the rest of her clothing. I was in awe as I quickly gazed at this precious sista’ in the raw. I wanted to lick her from head to toe. Believe me - that’s just what I did. From the back of her neck, down the spine of her back, around her ass, inside her groin, down her thigh, around her calf, caressed the ankle and popped a few toes in my mouth. She tasted as good as she looked - hot honey that flowed with every taste of her essence!
Within a moment’s time, I gently spread both her legs wide open and put my head into part of her world. Her back arched high with her honey-glazed buns cradled within the palms of my hands -- I sent her to the heavens and made her come back with wings! The sounds she made would have made one believe that there was a choir in my suite. All the while she was looking at the ceiling with her eye’s partially open. I was enjoying climbing her peaks of passion, but I had to tell her that we were only beginning. Now I want to take you to the heights of ecstasy.
As the smell of vanilla candles burned and the sounds of Barry White now played - I slowly and softly placed my chocolate bar at the very end of Angel’s tunnel. It was so wet as it had rained, but I knew that I had made her showers begin to cum. One sultry inch at a time - a bit of my luscious bar went inside this precious woman. Gently I’d retreat and give her a little bit more. I did not stop until every inch of me was inside this stunningly beautiful woman. Her honey-covered body was arched with me deep inside her, while her mouth hung wide open and eye’s gracefully closed.
The candle light beamed across her face, while our shadows reflected along the walls - a tear slowly flowed from the corner of one eye and then the other. I began to wonder - was it me, the passion, satisfaction, or, sadness. I gently wiped the tears away from her face with my thumb and held her close to me as I began to send a shower of love deep inside her. I held her so tight as she accepted every ounce of my passion. Our bodies excited with the wetness of ecstasy while in the heat of late night love - she slowly began to explain - as I acutely listened!
Not often, but every now and then I simply desire a little attention from my husband. Granted, we go to work every day and come home to each other and discuss our days. But, over time my voice went unheard, my cries went unanswered and my touches became unresponsive. She began to confess that the short part of the night spent with me was a yearning needing completion, which had grown over time.
I told her that I’d be more than happy to accommodate her request - be it for listening, dining, dancing, walking, talking - whatever. We soon made arrangements to meet in Rock Creek Park near the National Zoo. No telling what will happen when we next meet again.
Who Am I?
Finally, I told you in the beginning that I’d tell you who I am without revealing my identity. Simply put - I’m an average everyday “Joe” that drives next to you, in front of, or behind you in traffic. I may be next to you on the bus or train - we may even share a cab from time to time. Perhaps we may have seen each other at a club or bar -maybe a movie, show, the supermarket, or even the gym. Who knows - I’m out and about everywhere. There is really nothing special about me and I’m not the most handsome man in the world, but I’m not unattractive either. I kind of blend right among the folks in the designer clothing and fancy cars. Sometimes, you might never know I even exist.
One thing I do know - Angel is just one of a few. There are many more that have sent me e-mails that I have not even had a chance to respond to yet. Nonetheless, please be rest assured that they are lined up and will be served. See I’ll be with these ladies when you are not!