We Called Him "Baby"

The last of the three part dedication to the men who made my sex game what it is today... Lets recap real quick cuz this one here is on his level..lol

Foundation boo from Jersey... Taught me the basics of everything you need to be a decent fuck.. How to ride, hold my arch, take the pain.. all that

Greek god refined my technique... I truly learned the levels of passionate fucking with him...

And now "Baby"...lol

We called him Baby because he was the youngest of all the men Ive had sex with at the time.. (yeah I got younger than him) Baby just turned 19 when I met him at a hot sweaty house party.. I knew him from before because he played basketball and I worked for the basketball coaches... We always said he was fine as hell, a subject we will go in more depth on..lol But he was somebody I had known..

That night I was high as hell.. I had eaten a week old set of weed brownies that had been seeping in THC for days... We. Were. So. Fucked..lol It was the summertime at 206 (one of the best summers of my life) and we were having a lot of... fun... So we eat weedbrownies and go to the house that has parties ever weekend.. I dance my ass off... I was dancing by myself, with my male friends, with my girlfriends, strangers, the wall... and then I was dancing on Baby..

Brit noticed him before but he was standing in the corner like he didnt want to speak.. with his shirt off...

........ I had to take a moment.. That boy looked so good it would make you think you were in a different reality.. Beautiful dark skin (no lights in a basement) chinky eyes, cute cheeks, and some lips that can make a waterfall appear in the driest of pussies... Chest absolutely perfectly sculpted to not be overbearing but nothing to desire...glistening from the sweaty party.. glistening so much that you could see the tats on his body.. And everybody knows, I. Love. Tats...

My highness took over as I soaked him in and next thing I know Im giving him all I had to offer on the dance floor... I left that party pregnant with eight of his kids... He claims that I put his hands on my boobs.. I plead the fifth on that one...

BUT LETS GET TO THE FUCKING..

I have to say this, the way we met and the way we fucked are parallels of each other... This boy helped me fulfill every single one of my wishes.. I had been refined to know what I as woman should know about my body.. But Baby, had me try things that would have made me blush 3 years ago.. I got a new trick that many women dont have on a dime, we worked with hole of glory, we smoked while we fucked, and his swag... Was so much of a "I dont give a fuck attitude" that it could make your head spin.. Which made him that much more sexier...

But Im sure he would like to let you know his favorite.. Apparently Im in the top 2 of his head game... He's rude enough to tell me "suck something" as his hello and Im turned on by it... And boy did I suck... I vacuum up that dick like it was nothing and I got really creative.. Mostly Ice cream but whip cream worked too.. Sometimes I wouldnt want to fuck.. I got off on him getting his, through head...

Our relationship now? I dont know how to label what it is that we do.. Were not friends like that, but I wont ignore him in the streets. I dont think we would ever go out in public together on purpose, but we could go to the cornerstore for each other..Its weird. But overall, I fuck with him to this day. What we have is cool..Even when he's an asshole..lol

Heres to you Baby..

The Refinement Stage

Im being rushed to get through these blogs.. *cough cough* But I want to stay in order so here goes part two to the dedication piece.

For some reason during my college career I always ended up kicking it with really cool dudes that had girlfriends. One particular friendship grew from being in the same Spanish class to boning any time we could squeeze it into our schedules.

In previous blogs, Ive regarded to this southern gentlemen as my greek god (because of his fraternal association) Our relationship started sophomore year and we fucked with each other (literally) up until graduation day. Since we didnt mess with each other until a year after meeting, he was my go to guy when I was dealing with ole dude from Jersey and my boyfriend. (yes, I am a cheater) Things went sour in those relationships at the same time that my sex drive increased. Plus I had sworn off relationships and was on the whole "Im gone do whatever I want" phase.

My greek god, in the most simple explanation, refined my craft. Having practiced and perfected the basics, I was now prepared to learn some tricks of the trade and learn that there is more than one type of sex. Rough, Passionate, Quickies with clothes on and panties pushed to the side, Slow. He actually read up on sex, different techniques, what worked best for his body, what gave a woman most pleasure. He was truly skilled.

Compared to my last sexual relationship, emotions got involved and the sex had more of a connection to it, while still having a boundary in place to not get caught up. The sex in its self was incredible, that I learned how to handle rounds. Before I was a hit it, he cums, time to sleep type girl. But with him there was a water break and back to business. He taught me not to rush into the going hard... Sex is great when there are different speeds to it.. Time to actual feel how a dick and a pussy interact during sex instead of just feeling the feeling.

And the positions... Oh Jeez the positions.. Lets just say his sex was truly a work out..

I always hoped that he knew I appreciated him for everything he was to me including a two year long booty buddy. Several attempts to stop out of respect for his relationship were made.. And the longest we stayed away from each other was about two months.. But what we had worked.. no complications.. no drama.. no close calls..

So I raise my glass to you, sir... If you didnt know before, you know now.