Usually, when I'm not playing with strangers, I love to read or write. However, because it's summer and I'm here in the states, I make booty calls. Well not exactly. But kinda.
When I'm done hanging out with my family (who are in town for another 2 weeks), or with my girlfriends and I know I won't sleep anyway, I tend to text, or phone up a sub that I know doesn't have a wife sitting next to him. Usually the 4 guys that I play with expect it, or better yet, have sent me a text telling me that they're available. For whatever. To do with as I please. Yummy. They just hang around, waiting for my call. I love it.
In fact...
RULE # 3 - If you're up for a "booty call" & can receive texts or calls, send me an email & let me know.
MsNichole_2002@yahoo.com
You'll move to the top of the email chain.
SO, this past weekend I asked Mike if he was free. On Friday & again on Saturday. However, when he asked me on Sunday I for once wasn't in the mood. I'd been fucked 3-ways to Sunday the day before, night before, and early morning of, and I'd played hard all week and just didn't have it in me. Besides which, the cute little whorish outfit I'd bought for him, I'd given to Josh instead the night before.
I spent all day Sunday at my girlfriend Rachel's house. She has a toddler with a Columbian guy, and boy do they like to party. I wish I spoke Spanish. With two kids who are Diego & Dora addicts I try to pick up as much of it as I can. I love how it sounds. In fact, it makes me melt. Perhaps if I put my kids into daycare they'd be able to teach it to me. Instead I have very white, UMD college students look after my kids when I don't want to.
SO.. by 8pm last night I was done with the partying thing. Especially with all the fucking kids. Columbian's (and maybe all Spanish speaking countries) have a lot in common with the Irish. I mean when I was not yet 12, my mom bribed me to babysit all my brothers & sisters by giving me Peach Schnapps, and hanging out in pubs is the norm.
In fact growing up, leaving your children outside in their prams, wasn't unheard of. (I'd NEVER do that). Seriously. If I'm at home and in a pub, the kids are with me.
By the time I was 14, it was Vodka, Peach Schnapps, and a bag of scampi fries that I got in lieu of payment, and the promise of a curry when they came home. When I hit 15 I was too into boys and going out to be bribed. Luckily there was another almost 12 year old to take my spot. I'd be in one half of the bar playing darts & getting hit on, and my parents would be in the other half, with all my friends' parents.
The Columbian men also don't mind hitting on each others wives, even when the white girls' husband is there playing soccer with them. Also totally Irish. "Key Parties" were the Irish version of wife swapping, only the women, didn't really have a say in it, because when all the keys were put into a big ass pile, the women had to go with whichever owner the car/house keys belonged to. Again, I must be losing my Irish. I am not "taking one for the team" no matter what.
So anyway, here's Rachel and all her white friends, and her white family. Well.. well yeah, Russian step dad is still White. And then there's the whole Columbian clan. Man do they like to make babies. Totally like the Irish. They breed like fucking rabbits. They like to drink too. Just like being back home here's a whole slew of rugrats, getting hopped up on sugar and running around mad. Again, I must be losing the Irish in me, because I lose my patience with ill-behaved outta control children.
My son was a preemie, and is still very small, and underweight for his age. He's almost in the 3rd percentile. When he turned 2, he just about weighed what a slightly underweight 1 year old might weigh. Because his digestive system was so under-developed, he has these issues - oral motor development & then if that wasn't bad enough, by the time he turned 1, he was seeing therapists 3 times a week for something that's called Sensory Integration Disorder. I had to cut labels out of his clothes, he had to be swaddled tightly in order to sleep at night, he couldn't stand a washcloth on his body, and a million other tiny little, not normal nuances. By the time he was 2, it now involved speech therapists, and he was now coded with ADHD. Then after many visits to Children's Hospital & more tests & therapy, came along the "he's on the Autism Spectrum". SO... I have lost patience because I have the "all the time, easily upset, outta control child". Thankfully his sister is the complete opposite, and very independent like me. You can also now pretty much figure out what I've been doing for the last 3 years.
Shit, writing is hard, there's so much I fight with to not say, and so much I want to re-write, but in the end, sometimes it just needs to flow out.
SO, last night I headed home. With my husband and kids. I gave them a bath, I read them 3 books each, and then I tucked them into their own beds & I curled up on the couch at the opposite end from my husband. Naked. His legs around me, my legs up on his chest, and we looked at each other. It had been an amazingly long, fun day and we were both exhausted. Not enough though.
He took my foot and placed it over his mouth. I arched my back. Pushed my pussy against his balls and his ass. He sucked on each of my toes. One at a time. Fucking exquisite feelings zapped through my body. I pushed my other foot up against his throat. I closed my eyes. I moaned. I slipped my hand between my legs, and with each finger I rubbed my cunt, and on the way out, I scratched his balls with my fingernails. He licked, and he sucked on my feet. I fucked his face with my big toe, forcing it deeper into his mouth. Until I couldn't take it anymore. I had to have his cock up inside me.
He reached down and grabbed my hands. He pulled me up onto him, and then stood up, so I could wrap my legs around him, and sit down on his dick. He pulled my nipple into his mouth and sucked it. I bit his ear. I kissed his neck, and I. Held. On. Tight.
I twisted my fingers into his hair, and I pulled. Tightly. I kissed him. Biting down on his bottom lip. It makes him thrust harder into me. I teased him. I licked his chest, and then I nibbled on his neck. Then I slowly took my tongue, and traced my way from his shoulder, up to his ear lobe.
I took his nipple in between my fingernails, and I pinched. He thrusts harder. We're bouncing all over the couch. I can feel my cum, slipping down my thighs, covering his balls, making us slip and come together even more.
I grabbed his hair again, and tugged his head back. I kiss him again. Harder. Deeper. Insistently. Sticking my tongue deep into his mouth and then fucking him with it. He moans. He thrusts harder. He tells me he loves me. I tell him to shut up and fuck me. Harder. He takes my tits in his hands, and buries his face between them. Licking me. Licking the sweat. Licking all the way up my throat and up to my ear. I whispered in his ear. Demanded that he make me cum.
He stands up again, and I slide off. He lays down in front of the fireplace, and I sit on his face. I ride his tongue. Back and forth I ride it. I bend over him, and pull on his balls, tightly squeezing them. Then, I put my mouth around the head of his stunning cock, and I lick and I suck, and I squeeze his balls, pulling his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. I explode, gushing all over his mouth. I bolted off his face, so I could taste it. I love the taste of pussy. I love tasting myself all over his face.
He pushes me onto my back, climbs on top, and slips inside me. I raise my legs up onto his shoulders, so I can put my feet in his face again. He's fucking me harder, and deeper, and feeling his balls slap against my ass, feels so fucking good. He's holding onto my legs, and licking the soles of my feet. He loves the wrinkles, and traces his tongue along each of them, sending me into contented quivers.
I'm so relaxed. So turned on. So wet. I can't hold it. Any longer. It's hurting in that oh so fucking good way. I explode. Cum mixed with piss, all over his cock and legs. I squirted for what seemed like ages. Stopping. I want his giant cock filled with cum to explode inside of me. Right now. He complies. I squirt again, feeling him dumping a load into my swollen wet pussy. I push him off. I need to get up and go straight to bed, before I lose that sleepy feeling. No sleeping pills required.
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