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Fake freaks – met one yet?

This is one of those posts that isn’t to anyone particular, and yet I feel like people will be able to relate.

First things first… This one is for the freaks! You know who you all are you ‘make it nasty’, ‘is that a sex swing’, I’m hungry for a dick in my mouth or a pussy on my face, starving for it all times of day and night type freaks.

Freaks come in all shapes, sizes, races and sexual orientations. But this isn’t about you you ‘spit on it’ freaky deaky you. Oh no, this is about the ones out there who aren’t really… *sigh* they’re not completely… you know… they aren’t 100% committed to the freaky ways. They say they are, but you usually find out when you attempt to throw something which to you could be quite normal (for your freaky sensibility) but to them, well, you might as well have just asked them to fuck a goat. They usually have this perplexed look on their face like, “well damn, I didn’t know you were living THAT life?’.

Full blown Kevin Hart noooooooooo…

The fake freaks if you will.

Now the term freaky is interchangeable depending on the person you are speaking to. One man’s anal is another woman’s cuckolding session. A freak, in the sexual sense, knows they are and fully embraces it without embarrassment or fear of judgement. They can take the look of disgust on a partner’s face when they suggest taking a variation of toys, nipple clamps and vibrators and having the equivalent of a gang bang. (Again, because freaky is different for everyone, that could be something quite normal for some but out of this world for others.)

Whether you are known as a freak or class yourself as freaky, it’s less about the things you do to have that title and more about the mindset. Freaks aren’t necessarily open to EVERYTHING but they aren’t afraid of experimenting too.

And then there are the fake freaks. The ones that were talking all the talk about how freaky they are, saying all the right things but then when the clothes hit the candle, their “freaky” seems quite vanilla. Women: you seem to get the guys who say they are freaky, offer all the ‘freaky’ options in the world with matching shoes and handbags to match, yet when it comes to, say, eating you out, he drops the classic, “man don’t do them things”. Or he’s scared to have his backdoor played with for fear of becoming gay during the insertion.

Men: our fake freaks vary from no originality in anything she does or no effort to promises of the best head ever but her mouth somehow feels like a dry flannel with no soap.

Now, let’s not get it twisted. Fake freaks are GOOD at what they do. Because the beauty of the fake freaks is that the real ones don’t meet them until it’s too late. You’re already naked and your thighs are in the air and you are sighing in heavy frustration because he only gave you like three kisses on your stomach then stopped and tried to insert his finger dry.

Fellas, if you’ve ever been getting head and you look down like “this doesn’t even feel good. Where’s all that talk you had before?” you know who I’m talking about.

Fake freaks get in there before you realise you’ve been duped. They do a quick run around the outside and when you look up and realise, “hey this wasn’t what I ordered” you’ve already been disappointed. Sometimes it’s way too late and you hold on thinking maybe the freak will pop out at a later date… and it never does.

There is no way to stop the fake freaks because ultimately they are trying to get to your level. That is what they are all about. Trying to match you so they can experience what a true freak can do. You would think that maybe your freaky would inspire them but…

They can’t help it. Some of them really do want to push past their unspoken fears, doubts and insecurities and cross the bridge into Freakopolis.

But the others really don’t and just like to say shit in order to get into a position where they can hit you with the long con. This is where you think you can wait for their freaky to show or teach them something new. That is sometimes like trying to get a Jamaican man fresh from yard to eat pussy. Can happen but, ya know… probably not.

For the short con, the fake freak could just be using their words with no actions to simply get in and get out. They know full well they are not living that freaky life. They aren’t ready to test the limits of their sexual careers and try something out of the box, they just wanna experience the freak that you are because something you’ve shown or told them has excited ‘em right nice.

Fake freaks are real and they are here people! They are in relationships right now with people who are just waiting for the freak delivery to be at their partner’s door. The real bitch about fake freaks is they are able to grab and hold people with their lies and deceit and bamboozle-ness and still be able to offer the bare minimum while their partner is sitting there like oh come on.

So fake freaks out there, don’t be fake anymore. Be yourself.

Don’t let the pressures of the REALLY freaky people scare you into trying to be someone you’re not. Stay in your lane and be comfortable with it. Don’t take your non-freaky ways and drape them over someone who’s freak is flying free like a bird (for some reason I was going to saying ‘flying free like a labia’ – don’t ask me why)

Don’t drown the real freaks out there. They’re good swimmers and they are comfortable in the water.

Peace and hair grease

Mr Oh

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Are you proud of your head game?

Ratlling along in 2013, I still hear stories of folk meeting people who don’t give head… for whatever reason.

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Personally I cannot fathom that such people exist even though I’ve met them myself. Probably ghosts.
But, with all that said, you know what the saddest thing is about those people?
They never have the chance to be PROUD of their head game.
They’ll never get to experience the joy of… well, we’ll get into the joys in a mo.

Head givers in general, especially those who like doing what they do, are majorly proud of the feats they can pull off with their mouths. Some are damn proud!
Both male and female.
If you are one of those said male or females then you know what pride it is I speak of.
If you’re not sure, lemme give you a scenario…

Sirs… you have her laid back with her legs over your shoulders and her lips open, hood pulled back, button exposed and ready to be pressed like R1 and you do the thing that you damn well know will make her moan or
Arch her back or
Cover her face or
Tap out or
Call for Jesus or
Try and pull your head away or
SLAP you….

And while she’s doing all these things, your down between her thighs looking up at her and saying to yourself…
“That’s right! This is what I do!”

Swap it round…
Ladies, same scenario.

He’s laid back, relaxed, you’re crouched down, ready to attack.
And then you go in.
But you dont just go in do you?
Oh no no no no…
You pull out all the stops, all the tricks of your trade you’ve learnt and you get him with it. You know there’s no point going half mast with it.
And you watch him squirm…
And look at you with shocked eyes…
And feeling his toes curl…
And hearing him moan his ass off…
And saying that right kind of saucy shit that makes you step up your game.

And all these moments you watch him go through are all done with the power of your mouth.

Now come on ladies and gents, you gotta feel a bit of pride knowing you can bring your partner down from a shit talking, bravado swinging ego monster to a quivering, heavy breathing mess who can’t seem to make it to their feet.
If you are serious with your head then you should be going through flashback moments in your sexual career when you put such good oral deliciousness on someone and made them damn near freak the fuck out.

I mean, how can you not feel proud as a woman, to put your lips around his dick and maybe a minute later, he’s done?
Yeah yeah yeah, I know… Missy featuring Ludacris and Trina… one minute man I know.
Obviously the onus is put on the man to have better stamina. And maybe he should.
Or maybe he’s had to deal with an unbelievably high grade of head that requires mental fortitude and spiritual enlightenment to survive.
When a woman has good head and knows how to use it, the man could build an Ironman suit around his dick and still come quick.
And if you my dear are like that with your head game, stand yo ass up and clap. (Cheeks or hands… up to you.)

With men in general, or personally speaking, if I’m able to make a woman come with my mouth in under 30 seconds, I won’t think she’s a one minute woman (hmmm… why not actually? Maybe it’s time to turn the tables…)
I’d feel proud of my head education and my talent with the tongue that has given me the power to make a woman cum quicker than a melting ice cube in hot water.

Those out there who don’t give head or do it just to placate their partner have no idea what I’m talking about.
But the rest of you know.

Because you have that pride, don’t you?

You have that power in your game that you can say to yourself ‘lemme give em some head and put em to sleep’ then proceed to do so…

You know that a twist of the hand there, a flick here and a quick rub there can make them react in the way you want them to.
Because you got it like that.

Now you don’t necessarily perform an X-Factor audition from the rooftops to all and sundry about the things you can do.
You save them for when someone is about to experience.

And when they do experience and they’re laying there in a heaving breathing heap and you stand over them like a victorious warrior, this is what you do.

You get real close to their face…
Inches away even…
Then take a few moments to watch them shiver and continue to feel the work your mouth just completed.
Then you copy the scene from R. Kelly’s Down Low video with Mr Biggs and you say…

“LOOK AT ME!!! I DID THIS TO YOU!!!”

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Have some pride in your head… you know damn well what you’re capable of doing… so have some pride in ya thang thang…

Like Morpheus said…

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Let’s start a #HGP (head givers pride) revolution!!!

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Do submissives exist?

He’s sitting there.
Or maybe he’s not depending on how you run your thang.
Maybe you’ve already put him to work.
Maybe you just like the idea of having him around before he gets to his true purpose for being with you.
After a moment, the mood in the air has changed from watching an episode of Csi to having him between your thighs while you’re looking down, watching him with his tongue extended making feather touches on your clit.

Have you ever met such a person? Or as they’re officially called Submissive pussy eaters.
I wrote a blog on such a subject two years ago on my blog Submissive pussy eaters and since then, have things changed?
Are there more men out there who are making themselves solely available for the purpose of eating you out?
Are the women of today still suffering the likes of Mr Non-eater or even worse sub-standard head that makes you think “you might as well have not bothered.”

Would you say you’re hearing from friends or experiencing yourself the experience of a submissive who you have an agreement with where the only thing they go there to do is eat you out?
They could come round and sit with you and just chill before you stop proceedings and just pull down whatever you have on and just say… “Heeeeeeeey, its that time? ”

Have you met such a person? Are you still suffering?
Or are you secretly enjoying the sweeting, no stringing, lip smacking, clit shining, head grabbing, eye contacting, dirty cursing, thigh kissing, eye rolling, tongue lashing, dominating, face cumming, no stopping head and keeping this lil piece of information to yourself?
Not telling anyone because you don’t want your dirty little secret to get out? (Little Black Book readers see what I did there…)

Do YOU have a submissive pussy eater in your possession?

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Christmas treat from Mr Oh

Hey heeeeeey hey readers and receivers. .. givers I love you too…

Another year, another Christmas, another season of adverts screaming to us what we want but don’t need, cold ass weather (a London STANDARD) and the stress that comes with presents, unless they come from Ann Summers, Victoria’s Secret or La Senza as those gifts are alllllllright with me…

More than moaning bout the negative, lemme shout out the positive…

Merry Christmas everybody…
Hope the season finds you good and well… if it hasn’t and you want a lil something something to make this Christmas sexual as well as seasonal then you’ve come to the right place. Because I’ve got a brand new… hold on… wait a minute…

I haven’t even blogged about my Damn great news.
As of right now,  Mr Oh is officially a signed author.
That’s right… through all the blogs, all the stories, all the poems, a man by the name of Michael McGrew from L.A. contacted me and said he ”believed in my work” and wanted me to sign to his publishing company.
As a writer it’s been my dream to be able to do nothing but write and… write.
And I’m one step closer to that dream. Thank God.

So what does that mean? Well I’m still gonna be blogging on any topic that comes to mind about sex and it’s many facets.
But the Little Black Book series is getting a complete and utter overhaul and rerelease on Legacy Publishing.
So there’s gonna be more to read in Little Black Book (and a surprise story so fucking amazing it’s taking a LOT for me to not talk about it).
There’s gonna be A WHOLLLLLLLLE lot more in the new Little Black Book volume 2…

AND…

The final book in the series,  Little Black Book volume 3, is coming to fuck up the entire erotica game.

But that’s all to come next year….
There’s still a treat to deliver for your reading pleasure this year.

On Christmas Day (25/12/12) or (12/25/12) if you’re American, a brilliant short story of mine called The Train is dropping and will be a free download for you to enjoy over the festive holidays.

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As always with anything I write, I’m trying to entertain and open your eyes, mind and thighs with this story and I can’t promise you’ll like it, I stand behind it, I guarantee it!

And don’t think that’s it…

Oh no…. Mr Oh has a whole lot to come…

Peace and hair grease…

Mr Oh

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The ego of oral…

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This is not one of those blogs for those who don’t give head, like it or find themselves disgusted by it.

If you’re one of those folk then maybe you should skip this one.
Because this is for the best of em.
The Oscar winners of the mouth players.
The multi-Grammy award winners of the aural persuasion.

Those who are proud of their head game and make sure any groin in front of them knows about it.
This is about the ego of your own head game.

The true blue head givers know what I’m talking about.
See when it comes to giving head, you can be one of three people.
1) Someone who just gives head to please their partner.
2) Someone who doesn’t like to give or receive head (I thought I told u to get out of here!)
3) Someone who learned their head trade, perfected it and put themselves in the category of best motherfucking head giver… EVER!

See for us, who are proud of the work our mouths do, there is no one in the WORLD who gives better head than us. There may be others out there who ‘claim’ to have the skills that we possess but they’re close but no cigar.
We are the mountain top, the peak of the head district, the Dubai hotel of head givers.
We understand that certain people out there know us simply for being the stone cold mouth pleasure makers we are. Sometimes we get offended like, ‘oh all you know us for is our head game…you just wanna come here, get some head then bounce’.
But on the other hand, the ego kicks in behind the offence and says, ‘that’s right,  head game killer strikes again’.

Like when that booty call calls you and as soon as you see their name on your text,email or tweet,  you know exactly what time it is.
They want that head. Sure they may want the whole sex shebang but what they really REALLY want is that head you introduced them too.
After you’ve arranged to see them, in your mind,  you’re already planning how to get em when they get there.
Because you know that they know that you know that you’re gonna see em and send em packing while they say to themselves,  ‘THAT has got to be the best head ever!’

You have an ego about your head game because it is the shit. It’s the best head game since sex was created. Your mouth should come with a sign that says  ‘may cause drowsiness and itis-like feelings’. You’ve done things with your mouth that some people haven’t done with hours of intercourse.
Ladies, you know there’s not a woman on earth who can do the lick, throat dip and spit the way you do that shit.
Gents, you know that no matter who she has between her thighs, no one will be able to make her cum, scream, sheet grab and black out the way you do.

You may not talk about it, you may not sing about it,  you may not shout it out from the rooftops, but you’re proud of the power your mouth possesses over others.
As the head giver, you love the way you make the person moan, the way you make their toes curl (not just curl, I’m talking bout digging INTO the carpet), the way you make them tap out.
You wanna make em do that. It’s what your known for.
Internationally known and locally accepted.

The ego of the head giver is grown by the orgasms they taste, the toes they curl, the mattresses that get slapped in honour of your effort and the looks of  ‘WHAT THE FUCK’ you get from those who feel your game.
Anyone who feels they’re good, no GREAT, at giving head knows what I mean.
You know what your doing and you do it well.
Your reputation proceedes you because you’re that Damn bad.
You have a mental gallery of folk who’ve succumbed to your oral skills and their heavy breathing carcass afterwards.

You have an ego because you are good at what you do.
You send motherfuckers walking away woozy and confused as to what just happened.
That’s what happens when your ego is tested.

You are bad and you know it.
Let your ego show it!

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Who has to work the hardest for supreme intelligence, men or women?

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There’s no lengthy intro or fancy words to describe what the hell this blog is about.

This is a simple, straight to the point question.

 

Who has to work the hardest when it comes to head; men or women?

 

This was a random thought I had when I was fighting through writer’s block and couldn’t string two words together.

I was thinking about oral sex, as per usual, and I could picture a man giving a woman some brilliant cunnilingus and then, on the other screen in my head, I could see a woman giving a man what can only be called the ‘Lethal’ treatment (shout out to Lethal Lipps with all that spit and shit).

 

And I thought, who has to work harder for the pleasure?

Is it women who have to measure up and work out how they’re gonna take the dick to the jaw or is it men, who have to analyze and formulate a plan of pussy attack before orgasms curl down their moustaches?

For me, this is an interesting question because when it comes to that goooooood intelligence (that’s slang for oral sex, just for you uneducated), you need to know what it is your partner likes.

You need to know HOW your partner likes.

You need to know what works best and what levels of best you should apply with your mouth.

You need to know what makes your partner’s chest rise and fall with no trouble at all.

 

But, when it comes to doing the damn thing with your lips and your tricks, it’s not as easy as it appears to be.

So, I’m gonna look at both sides and, at the end, come to a decision (pardon the pun) and say who has to work the hardest with their mouth for an orgasm. In my own opinion.

You may agree, you may disagree, you may be disgusted, you may lick your lips and suddenly feel in the mood to have your lower middle tickled just a little… let’s see…

 

So… let’s start with the ladies…

 

DO MY LADIES RUN THIS… nah, let’s not do that!

Ladies, let’s start with you.

When it comes to head, your quest for intelligence lies at the end of a blowjob.

The old dick in the mouth something.

 

When done right, it can be as good as actual intercourse and when done DAMN right, it can forgo the intercourse and make him buss and have to issue a “this has never happened before” type of apology.

But what about the giver of such knowledge? What about her battle to get her man to the happy place, which is either happy enough that he knows you’ve got skills, hard enough that he’s ready to fuck or wet and shrunk enough that he is laying there trying to catch his breath as an orgasm took him by surprise?

A woman will tell you that giving head isn’t as easy as they make it look. To us men, it looks like it’s as simple as bob, weave, dip, swirl, purse of the lips, lick, etc. but there’s a fair bit they have to take into account. Such as the size of the dick they’re about to conquer, the sensitivity, even the man himself is a factor.

Dicks are not easy to deal with. They grow, they shrink, sometimes they’ll blow before you know it.

But let’s start at the initial ‘suck’ part.

Not easy at ALL, especially if your one of those women with a small mouth and your facing a rather large dick before you.

If you have a generally medium-sized mouth and, in your sexual career, you’ve been known to deepthroat 8 inches with ease, you still have a lot to deal with. If you’re blessed with a disrespectful pair of full lips and the ability to deepthroat more length than he owns, you’ve still got a lot on your plate.

He could be a rough throat fucker, maybe he wants you to take it all the way down your throat and your only used to taking it up to your tonsils.

Maybe he likes his dick suck wetter than a beach towel in a tsunami and you can only muster up a battery-sized amount of spit.

Maybe he wants you to drop techniques only seen in porn, while your style is more Tulisa than Italia Blue.

Maybe he likes his balls licked and you think they look like weird meatballs and you don’t wanna do it.

And then there’s lockjaw… and that just sucks ass in general, no ladies?

 

There’s a lot to sucking a dick.

A lot of work, breathing techniques, wretch holding, hand twisting and multi-tasking involved and that’s before she has to deal with what to do with the orgasm once it arrives.

Does she swallow, does she not, does she take it to the face, does she take it on her breasts or does she bend the dick back and make him cum on himself?

It’s a big decision.

A big decision for a big moment.

Cuz dicks… they ain’t easy to take, orally that is.

 

 

But then, on the OTHER side of it, there’s the work that the men have to put in when it comes to cunnilingus.

The moment between a woman’s thighs.

For a man’s quest for supreme intelligence, he has to have his head game on a hundred, thousand, trillion as Kanye would say.

 

When it comes to giving a woman head, there is a LOT a man has to take into account. It’s not just about opening her legs and putting your mouth where you see a button.

She may not necessarily like her button dealt with in that way.

Maybe she wants her pussy fucked with a tongue.

Maybe she likes fingers added with a particular degree of moisture.

Maybe she wants single laps up and down with her lips held open.

Maybe she wants to hold your head and direct you.

Maybe she likes being able to face fuck you while calling you a ‘dirty fucker’.

 

Maybe she wants to do all those things and more… but, you have to be ready. And you have to be adaptable.

You have to be able to react and listen to her, respond to what she likes, repeat the thing that made her back arch and be willing to search for more.

And also fight off the lockjaw AGAIN.

 

(Head ain’t head until someone gets lockjaw!)

 

Then you have to make her cum. Now if you’ve decided to go down on a woman then you HAVE to make her cum from it.

That’s the unwritten rule!

You don’t go to Costco and leave with a plastic bag of items, you leave with boxes. As many as you can take!

With so many zones of enjoyment in and around the vagina, you have to learn, and learn quick, what she likes to the point that her hips rise and fall because it’s started to feel that good. When you find it and you work it, you could be there for seconds or double figure minutes.

That’s the roll of the dice that comes with cunnilingus.

 

 

Now, in my opinion, who has to work the hardest for that SUPREME intelligence?

No disrespect to women and the work they have to put in when it comes to slurping and burping on a man’s Melvin but you have it easy in comparison to men.

 

And I’ll tell you why.

 

Women, you have one straight, up standing piece of work ahead of you, and two small assignments hanging below. Because of the shape of the upstanding piece of work and the two small assignments, you don’t have to venture far away from a repetitive movement on any of the three.

You know any part of his dick you touch with your mouth is generally gonna make him feel like its all good in the hood.

Working your mouth in a sweet, delicious way will be the medicine for his sickness.

Sucking the head with a bit of a slurp sound will make him harder than he ever thought possible.

A deepthroat all the way to the base of him will make his dick venture past your mouth and into your throat, and that’s a whole different type of feeling.

Maybe a bit of a gag sound, maybe a whole LOT of a gag sound could help.

Add saliva from a wet mouth and the inclusion of hands and ladies, you LITERALLY have men by the balls.

You know you’ve got that easy work when you blow him for five minutes or less and he’s blowing harder than Chinese math.

That’s that woman who found a way to give maximum pleasure with minimal effort.

Not knocking ya at all.

In fact GOD BLESS YA!

But you DO have it easier.

 

Men? *sigh*

 

We DO have a task on our hands sometimes, don’t we?

That lockjaw kicks in like a muuug and you have to find an adaptive style that helps rest ya jaw but keep the pleasure coming.

It takes a hot minute to find that EXACT move or combination of moves that makes it feel the way it should.

Unlike the phallus of man, woman is built with a sugar-walled reception area, equipped with a button that likes to be pressed but only a certain way. Inside this reception area are lovely walls lean on and touch and, if you have the tongue length, you reach the place deep inside the reception room that only most dicks reach.

If you work it wrong, it can instantly close up and monkey wrench anything further between you. You know what I mean when she has to reach down and show you how it should be done. And not showing you in the sexy way either. I mean that annoyed way where you can damn near hear her huffing and puffing in frustration cuz you’re just not getting it. And that never feels good.

Of course it bruises the ego!

We’re men, and we’re proud and we think that if we are eating your pussy, we have the skill and the ingenuity to work around until we enter the right combinations to unlock an orgasm.

She may like it this way…

That way…

Front ways…

Back ways…

Softly…

Nibbled just a lil bit…

Licked hard…

Feather like touches just over the hood of her clit…

She may need that bullet motion where you keep as much pressure on her clit with your tongue as possible… then hum.

Maybe she likes her clit enveloped between two fingers while gripping a nipple, tonguing her pussy jussssssst inside and to the right while humming The Cosby Show theme tune.

Or the classic straight fuck the pussy with your tongue and try and get it in as far as you can!

 

Who knows, the possibilities are endless.

 

As much work as it CAN be to find the right grooves for the song, its still a pleasurable experience and, when done right, can be enjoyed more by the eater than the plate of food writhing in ecstasy.

There is nothing more GRRRRRRRREAAAT than making a woman cum using your mouth. Then have her look down at you like, “well where the hell did THAT come from?”

Maybe you get the audio, moaning, shuddering then breathing heavy version but the message is the same.

 

Really, it doesn’t matter how hard either sex works when it comes to delivering that supreme intelligence, as long as they are willing to put in whatever work is necessary to get the job done. Whether that job is simply pleasing, warming up for something else, cumming or just to fill the time, put that work in.

 

Represent with your mouth and supply that SUPREME INTELLIGENCE!

 

BUT…

I did also hear bisexual women apparently give THE best head so maybe that just negates my whole blog…

Damn women… always gotta win!

 

 

So says

 

Mr Oh

 

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The Right cheek grabber – an Oh story freestyle

She liked to sleep a lot.
So did he.
When she wasn’t working she was sleeping.
When she wasn’t sleeping, she was single.
When she was single, she was masturbating.

Whenever she was asleep, he always managed to catch some Zs.
He liked to listen to her sleep.
She didn’t mind.
She never really took notice of him.

But he did of her.
All the time.
He always listened to her.
He could tell the difference between her waking up in the middle of the night to put the heating on walk and her I need to pee, quick step.
He’d lay on his side with his back to her and listen as she would play with herself.
The sound and feel of the mattress as it creaked with her self-pleasure.
They never interacted.
That was exactly how he liked it.
They were like ships at sea.
When she would get up, shower and go to work, he’d get up and stretch his legs.
Make a sandwich, a coffee and hot chocolate and watch Loose Women in his birthday suit.

Boredom would make him reach for her computer and masturbate to the porn she “hid” on her computer.
Semi-boredom would make him go into her dirty clothes hamper, wrap her worn panties around his dick and jerk a 15 minute nut.
They were just not on the same page.
He knew she would never understand about him so he decided not to share the nasty things he really wanted to do.

The best way to exercise his fantasies was when she was asleep.
Lay down watching porn on his phone, waiting until she fell asleep, he’d roll over and softly caress her skin.
Watch her face, her eyes flicker during a dream, goodsebumps rise on her skin in the cold.
He couldn’t help slowly lifting the covers off her skin and staring at her ass while she slept.
He loved to watch her best when she lay on her stomach with one leg straight and one leg bent.

That Chenice… that deliciously sexy Chenice.
Sleeping.
He’d brush her hair away from her face, inhale her breath as she breathed, play with her nipples like he was moving his thumb on a Playstation controller.
Chenice liked that.
She inhaled and exhaled with a pleasureable moan.
He lived for those moments when she would lay on her back during the summer, kick the covers off and spread her legs.
He loved those positions so much he’d wake up, dip between her legs then softly lick her pussy through her panties.
Using the light of his phone, he’d enjoy watching the wet patch his tongue would make on her panties.
If he did it right, Chenice would raise her hips to him in her sleep while parting her thighs more.
If he was really lucky, she’d turn over onto her front and he’d get the opportunity to part her cheeks.
He’d loved when that happened.
That was the moment he’d get to lick her asshole, which was his thang to do. He knew she didn’t like it when she was awake but he did. And he needed his needs met.
Taking two fingers and sliding them between her legs then using the scent to masturbate to.
He loved the smell.
It was so delicious to his senses.
His dick would get hard every time.

Listening to her masturbate by herself, hearing her talk dirty to herself as she fought NOT to come to prolong the orgasm for longer than three minutes.
He could hear her squeeze three fingers and sloosh inside her pussy.
The sound of Chenice squeezing her nipples came in a squeak.
He was there when she squirted for the first time.
And the second time.
He came with her when she did it the third time.
He masturbated and stuck a finger in his ass when she did it the fourth time.
He was asleep when she did it the fifth time.
The sixth time she squirted, he recorded the audio on his phone and listened to it when she was at work.
He made the sound his ringtone the seventh time she squirted.
He almost freaked out when she squirted the eighth time and broke the bed.
She screamed for God when she did it the ninth time.
And he moaned out loud when she squirted the tenth time.

Her right butt cheek was his favourite thing to play with though.
Meaty, perfectly rotund and with the most spot-on piece of cuppage he’d ever seen on a booty.
Once or twice, he got so into rubbing his dick between her ass cheeks, he bent down and bit her. She awoke suddenly and he had to return to his side of the bed and act like he was asleep.
He’d listen to her fall asleep before spitting on the end of his dick and grinding his dick between her cheeks until he came.
Chenice hated getting cum on her skin so he’d cum into his hands, then clean it up with tissues he always kept nearby.

He’d give her a soft nibble.
A light tap.
A pinch.
He couldn’t help it.
He almost got caught once or twice.
He didn’t care, he’d been doing it for so long.

Chenice didn’t care.
She didn’t know he was there.

She was a heavy sleeper and was so used to living alone, she didn’t notice the man sleeping under her bed.
She didn’t notice the pillows that were flipped over and smelled of man when she went to work and came home.
She didn’t notice the sweaty ass patch on her sofa from the man masturbating in front of her wide screen TV.
She never noticed the cutlery he used and washed while she was away at work when he needed something to eat.

Chenice was a deep sleeper so she didn’t wake up when he licked her so softly over her panties once that he made her cum in her sleep. She woke up moments later breathing as if she woke up from a wet dream. During that moment, her hips were rising and falling in her sleep as she called out for someone called Darryl.

He didn’t know who this Darryl was but he knew he wasn’t here to please her.
But he was.
He was ALWAYS gonna be there.

As long as she didn’t know he was there, the more he’d be there.
For her.

He always did it for her.
He did it for Chenice.

And her amazing right cheek.

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