The Sex Chronicles

“For the last time, I was wrong about that. Sure, she was sexy and out there, but I’m ready to settle down, have a couple of rug rats, and buy a white house with a picket fence.”

He was serious, and I almost had second thoughts about what I was about to do. However, the shit he did to me was unforgivable, and I could no longer look at him in the same way. “Well, Pierce, I like things the way they are.”

“Whaaa—what do you mean by that?” He was flustered.

“I think seeing other people is a good thing. In fact, I think it’s a wonderful idea, and I’ve already taken your words to heart.”

Pierce jumped up in my face with his typical male, double-standard ass. “Are you saying you’re already seeing someone else?”

“Not exactly, but I do have someone in mind.” It was time to drive the knife in. “In fact, I fucked him about a week ago, and I loved the way he fucked me. He tore my little ass up and fucked me without mercy. He had a big-ass dick too.”

I thought he was going to punch me for a second, but instead he just sat down on the coffee table and put his head in his hands. I went into the bathroom as I added, “In fact, you loved the way he fucked me too.”

I heard him shout from the other room, “What the fuck are you talking about, Noelle?” I didn’t answer him. Instead, I just came back in the living room wearing the black wig and white contact lenses. He leaped to his feet. “What the fuck? It was you?”

I giggled and crossed my arms in front of me while I leaned against the wall. “Yes, it was me. Truth be known, all this time you were saying I wasn’t freaky enough for you, but it’s the other way around. You’re not anywhere near freaky enough for me!”

He balled his hand in

to a fist, looked at me with his lips trembling for a couple of minutes while the whole sordid madness of the situation sunk in, and then left slamming the door behind him.

I’ve never seen Pierce again. The friendship between him and Trent ended the day Pierce found out I was moving into Trent’s mansion with him. I went back and claimed the man I really wanted. Trent was shocked at first to discover I was the woman who had turned his ass out, but he had been feenin for me the whole time, so it was all good.

Let this be a valuable lesson to all you men out there who don’t know a good thing until it’s gone. Never judge a book by its cover, and never underestimate the power of a woman, or else you might just find yourself by yourself.

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It was late at night on a Saturday, and we both had such a boring day. We’d hardly said a word to each other. I was beginning to wonder if you were getting bored with me. The sex was great, at least I thought so, but there was something missing. As I sat there watching you read the newspaper on the couch, a brilliant idea popped into my head. I went into the bedroom to make a quick phone call.

When I came out, you asked me why I was grinning, and I said, “No reason.” I asked if you wanted to take a quick shower with me. You declined, mentioning that you were waiting for a boxing special to come on HBO you wanted to check out. Reluctantly, I took one without you. I was gonna try to seduce you into some quick lovemaking in the shower, but you just seemed totally withdrawn. Doubt was growing in my mind about whether my plans for the evening were appropriate. It was too late for me to call her back and tell her not to come. I just crossed my fingers that it would all work out for the best.

Once I got out of the shower, I slipped into a black lace nightie with no panties. I knew I wouldn’t need them in a few minutes, whether you decided to touch me or not. By the time I came back out into the living room, your boxing special was on. Before I could sit down beside you, the doorbell rang. You asked, “Who could that be this time of night?” and I replied, “Just a good friend of mine I asked to come over.”

You turned around to look at the door while I went to answer it. You were surprised to see a long-legged, deep chocolate, beautiful female come into the door in an extremely short, tight red dress. I introduced my friend to you, “Honey, this is my roommate from college, Karlin. Karlin, this is my boo!”

She extended her hand and shook yours, but took you totally off guard by bending over and kissing you on the lips lightly, flickering the tip of her tongue in your mouth. I sat down in the middle of the floor, turned off the television, and explained to you, “Boxing will have to wait, baby. I have another show for you to watch!”

Karlin giggled while she joined me on the bearskin rug, setting the leather duffel bag she brought with her down beside us. Your eyes lit up with wonder, and you were speechless; you had no clue as to what we were up to, until I said, “Honey, you know how you always say you wouldn’t mind seeing me with another woman?” You nodded, still speechless. I replied, “Well, tonight’s your night.”

A wide grin appeared on your face, and for the first time, I got the feeling that my little plan might perk you up after all. Karlin lowered the straps on her dress, exposing her bare 38DDs with hard firm nipples already standing at attention. Then she reached over and caressed my breasts through the black lace of my nightie. Karlin had always been a dominatrix. I knew from past experiences, from the many times she had taken control of me in our college dorm room, that this was to be her show, and I was to just go with it.

I could feel my nipples become hardened as she rubbed the material against them. Then she leaned over, and the kiss began. You watched as our soft, thick, lipstick-covered lips met and we flicked our tongues out at each other before finally engaging in a deep, passionate French kiss.

We stopped kissing for a moment so that Karlin could pull my nightie up over my head and off, leaving me completely in the raw. Then she pushed me all the way down on the rug so that I was lying flat on my back. She stood up and pushed the red dress, already around her waist, down over her thighs onto the floor.

Then she sat down and straddled over me, our pussy hairs rubbing up against each other, and we began to kiss again. Karlin grabbed both my breasts, one in each hand, and rubbed my nipples with her thumbs. This brought back some sweet memories, and my pussy began to get very wet. But mostly, I was pleased because I knew that this was pleasing you. I could tell by the look of excitement on your face and the way that you were sitting on the edge of the couch like a predator ready to attack.

Karlin and I both moaned with delight as she began to suck on my nipples, still holding a solid grip on both my breasts. Karlin reached over into her leather bag, removed a can of amaretto-flavored whipped cream, and squeezed it all over my breasts. She made a trail going down the middle of my stomach over my belly button and spread my legs open so that she could squeeze some onto my pussy lips as well.

Then she began to lap all the whipped cream up from my body, making long strokes with her thick tongue, beginning with the undersides of my succulent breasts. I lost myself in the ecstasy and closed my eyes, pretending that it was your tongue devouring me instead of hers. When she had licked it all up except for the whipped cream on my pussy, I turned my head to face you and stared deep into your soul while Karlin buried her head between my thighs.

My moans became louder when she began to do what she does all too well. Karlin had always told me she loved eating my pussy. Judging by the way she was eating me out that night, it was nothing but the truth. She used to come over to my bed in the middle of the night, remove my panties, and go to town. She knew I had a weakness for having my pussy eaten and that I didn’t care much the gender of the person doing the eating. In fact, there was this other girl named Sandy, a friend of Karlin’s from high school, who used to come over to our dorm room and eat me out too.

Of course, you never knew any of this. In fact, the few times you’d mentioned seeing me with another woman, I made it seem like it was totally out of the question. But I wanted to do something special that night for you and frankly, I kind of missed the good old times. I knew that you were a happy camper, and so was I. Karlin was dayum sure pleased. When I called her, she couldn’t wait to get over there and get some.

When she finished eating my pussy, she told me to turn around and get on all fours. Of course, I complied. She made a trail of whipped cream down the crack of my ass and then proceeded to lick it all out, sticking her thick tongue into my asshole and taking a quick survey of its warmth. I looked in your direction. You were taking your dick out and beginning to caress it softly. It was so hard, and I remember thinking that I wanted to feel you inside of me so bad.

But Karlin wasn’t done yet, and the show was not over so I knew I would have to wait. She reached back over into her bag and removed the star of the show, a strap-on ten-inch penis, and put it on. She slowly pushed the dick, then attached to her hips, into my juicy pussy from behind. It was on fire. Karlin fucked me royally with the strap-on. The whole time I watched you masturbate and precum just started cascading down the inside of my thighs. Karlin pulled me by the hair, making me bring my pussy back farther onto the fake dick. She reached around with her other hand and fondled my breasts. I rubbed my clit and helped to guide the strap-on in and out.