Jamaican Lover

This one man is the one who took me out of my vanilla existence. Until the time that I met him, at the age of 46, I had only had only been with one man.

This man took me places that were so unfamiliar and never existed in my mind. To him, I am thankful, for his ability to bring me out, free me, and throw me into a realm that has since brought me to my sexual awakening.

The intensity of love-making was overwhelming with him. He was extremely well-endowed. He was the dominant and I the submissive. He controlled and used my body in every way that brought pleasure to him. Through his pleasure, I found mine.

One day, after many months of not seeing one another, he called and said “I want you and need to see you tonight”. Living a bit apart, we met halfway at a hotel. I arrived first and began the ritual of shaving my entire body, bathing in scented oils and putting on lingerie which I knew would irritate him. He hated to see me wearing anything. If I approached his bed in garments, he quickly admonished me for doing so and would tell me “take it off woman”. Since we had not seen each other in a while, the old inhibitions settled back into me. I was once again ashamed to show him my nakedness. This did not go over very well. Not with this man who always worshiped my voluptuous body. He pulled me up and told me to stand on the bed. With my back to the headboard and wall, he ripped my nightie off. Pulled my arms up against the wall and pinned me there. He stood before me and told me that he desired me and every inch of me. Where I saw flaws, he saw only beauty. He made me stand there as he touched and looked at every inch of me.

He threw me on the bed and automatically my body responded. My thighs opening to let him in. Crazed with excitement, never knowing what he would do to me. He begins to kiss me passionately, biting my lips, tugging at my tongue. His hands groping my large breasts, one in each strong hand, pulling them tightly together. When he is done ravishing my mouth and my entire face, he moves his full dark lips to my tits suckling and pulling on them none too gently. I cringe with a bit of pain but then the excitement takes over and it matters not how rough he handles me. He continues down until I see that bald dark head dive into my womanhood. I am secreting juices, feeling the warmness flowing. He glides his tongue over, around, down all the while avoiding that tender spot that screams to him. The torment has me grinding my hips trying to guide his tongue. He knows that that is what I want and prolongs the agony. My thirst and need so evident in my moans and body movement that he himself cannot wait any longer to lick and suck into his mouth my enlarged clit. Pure ecstasy when he does. His deep tongue lashings and beautiful lips creating havoc for me. Several minutes go by and I know that he is ready for me and has always needed from me. It is something that no other woman had given to him. Placing his hand underneath my ass, he flips me onto my stomach. I hear his familiar words “give me your ass baby, I need it”. As I position myself for him by lifting my hips off of the bed, he buries his face into me. His tongue finds that tight opening and his mouth begins to consume me. The pleasure of this very sensitive area causes me to moan as much as he. The intimate and personal act of having someone in such a place, always so foreign to me. Until him.

When he could no longer resist the urge to pump his hardness deep inside of me, he would turn me over and pound his thick cock into my dripping pussy. The deep tongue kissing, knowing that he was sharing the taste of me was always so erotic and welcoming. His lovemaking was intense, filled with powerful, torrid thrusts. Fucking like it was the last time he would ever be doing so. My legs always found a way to end up on his shoulders, driving deeper and deeper into me. His desire for my ass always took over though. He’d stop pounding my cunt and turn me over again. Licking just before he would enter me from behind. His girth was the largest I’ve yet to see in a man and even though it was, it did not stop us. Always painful at first, the pain quickly subsided when I’d feel him inside of me and he’d lay on my back and pound into me. Pulling on my hair, shouting things in my ear. Always said to me, “this is my ass and I will take it any time I want”. His slight Jamaican accent always became more pronounced when he had me under his control in this position.

He never came in my tight ass. He always began in my pussy and ended up there. He would bathe after he’d got his need for ass fulfilled. He would then drive his hard cock deep into me. Thrashing, pulsating, harshness. He would drive into me until he could take it no longer. My words to him, my moans, my deep intense kissing were all his un-doing. Feeling his engorged cock, the slapping of his balls against me, I knew by the look on his face when he was ready to explode into my womb. And that he did, over and over and over again.

This is my first posting in Erotic Stories. It is not a story but a memory of a night of passion with a past lover.