After cumming so hard and repeatedly that I literally saw stars and felt like I was floating, I got on my knees, my back to the Vegas Strip, my man in front of me, his stiff, bulging cock standing erect in front of me and hungrily took him into my mouth. I watched his eyes roll back and knew he was feeling it. He held the back of my head and began thrusting his long dick in and out of my mouth, deeper and deeper down my throat. He knows I have trouble with his length but he secretely enjoys hearing me choke a little...thats when he gets a little rougher and more excited and as he's stroking, I'm sucking him focusing on the head, just how he likes it, "Yeah, Yeah, Just like that, his hips thrust back and forth wildly, his eyes roll back, and I know he's right there..." Baby Baby AAHHHHHHHH BAAAABYYYYGIRRRRRRRRRL" I feel his hot cum shoot down the back of my throat, and I take every drop just how he likes it.
BabyGirl....that's what he calls me. Its his pet name for me, typical behavior between lovers. We also have pet names for our "private areas". Mine for his is called the Duke. His for mine is called Her Royal Highness. Yes, its silly, but its the kinda good, comfortable silly, common among lovers. By the way, "He", is my boyfriend, his name is Stephen, but among friends he's known as the Jamaican. I love Stephen and he loves me and it is very important to establish that at the outset because I would hate for you to get the wrong idea.
See, I also have another boyfriend, Esteban, or as I prefer to call him, the Cuban. Its not what you think, or perhaps it is. I have enormous respect for the Cuban, he is kind, gentle and generous but, truth be told, I do not love the Cuban in the romantic sense of the word.
The Cuban and the Jamaican, they are as different as two men can be. The Cuban, Esteban, is the picture of stability, his generosity knows no bounds and at least in some way it is because of him that I am able to live a life relatively free of financial worry. He is reliable in every sense of the word, even his flashes of anger are predictable, but that reliability has many times been a source of comfort to my storm tossed soul. The time I spend with him, socially that is, is as different as night and day from the time I spend with Stephen. Dates with Esteban usually include attending various charitable events and social functions, and in the summers quick trips to his summer home or leisurely rides on his boat.
Stephen is another story altogether. When I see him my heart skips a beat and my face breaks out in a smile. He is so wonderful to me in every sense of the word. Dates with Stephen are fun, exciting and always special. Whether its weekend getaways, or longer vacays, private dinners, or just us laughing in a movie theater, our time is our time...no interuptions, when we are together nothing else in the world matters but us. Stephen is the man I love, he is my man and I am his woman or as he would call me, his babygirl. Because of him, I learned something about myself, I discovered a part of me that I thought was dead....long dead. He taught me to love again, to laugh again, and to accept happiness as a right and not a priviledge.
The Cuban and the Jamaican. Stephen and Esteban, As different as two men can possibly be, where Stephen is passionate, Esteban is practical, where Esteban can be given to flights of whimsy here and there, Stephen is a control freak in every sense of the word. But as divergent as their lives and personalities are, they do have one thing in common.
They are both married men.
