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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.

By

Mr Oh

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That orgasm that makes you kick him off the bed

It’s something you laugh about.
You recollect sexual escapades and think back to just how funny you looked.
It makes you violent at times.
You are SERIOUS when you feel it.
The length of time you suffer it differs from person to person.
But the results are all the same.
If it’s been hit, there is no way to fight it.
Men search for it in order to feel proud of their performance
Women also search for it but hate when it hits because there is no way to stop it.
You just have to wait until it decides to stop.

I wanna say we’ve all been there but there are some fellas out there who aren’t moving to the right song in order to get the best groove.
I’m talking about the kick out.
The slap away.
The strong leg extension that kicks men off the bed all over the world and leaves her shaking.
Also known as the ‘DON’T TOUCH ME’ dance.

Universal in the feeling, women all over the world have, once in their sexual careers, had a guy who had such a magic stroke that he could make you dance in silence. Slide inside at just the right time and with the depth inline, you reach for the sky and feel the need to move him aside.
Just for a moment.
Because whatever he was doing inside you set something off. Like a chain reaction inside your body that makes you shiver.
A tap on your orgasm and he’s just opened that bitch RIGHT up.
Makes you roll up into the foetal position and hug yaself. Tight.
You suck in air through your teeth because your mouth is confused and wants to scream but won’t open.
You just need to be left the fuck alone.
You may need a moment, you may need the rest of the night, you may drop into such a sudden sleep, you wake up the next morning like, ‘what the fuck’?

But that’s the risk you take when it comes to that kind of orgasm.
When you feel it start to vibrate in your stomach, you KNOW where it’ll lead. You know how it could end, but you don’t stop… or ask him to stop.
If you do, you don’t mean it… because you WANT it.
It may come with the adverse side effect which makes you fall asleep without realising it but you go for it anyway.

Such a feeling is easily reachable, though its different strokes for different folks. (Maybe it’s just easy in my head.)
Some women like it on their back, legs up, soft and deep.
Some like to be on top and riding like it’s the Grand National. (Though when the orgasm hits and you start to shake, its harder to get him out and suffer it out by yourself…)
Some like it from the side.
Some like that tongue deep, letterbox finger flicking head with a second hand on a nipple.
It’s an open playing field.

But it’s not something that you can achieve as soon as you get to the museum. You gotta see all the single exhibitions before you get to the big centre piece.
It IS possible but usually only when a woman is by herself, doing herself, that she can make herself shake and shiver like so.
Don’t believe me?
Then watch.
Watch the lady in your life masturbate.
Look at how she how she does what she does.
When her thighs clamp together over her hand, look at her stomach and her chest.
Both heaving.
Listen to her breathing.
Shaky.

Now take what you’ve learned, add ya dick and go for it.

A nice way to get such a thang is the classic steady stroke.
A favourite and a good way to get an orgasm in any position, the steady stroke is the moment when he has to be ready to ride through for a steady length of time.
Whether women know or not is another story but for some men, it’s a bit difficult to keep up a constant stroke, because it just feels too nice.
You can tell when a man could be two strokes away from that slippery slope when, after a few moments of steady stroking he either needs to slow down or stop completely.
He may need to build up to such a state of concentration to get to such a stroke but, keep it steady and make sure you highlight her other parts.
No one likes it when you visit a buffet and only have salad.
Build it up, speed it up, deep and necessary.
Pay attention, heated session, almost makes you teary.
Now THAT’S good loving.

As a man, last time I checked anyway, there is no shame in getting kicked off the bed, punched in the gut, kung fu kicked in the groin or slapped in the jaw as a result of a DAMN good orgasm.
Sure you may have to hold your stomach for a bit or stay bent over with THAT pain in your groin but you know that when you recover and make it back to the bed, she’ll be in pretty much the same position.
This is the time when you decide whether to let her breath or get her, and keep her, going. She may not be too impressed with the second option but that’s only until you manage to slip back inside her. But don’t move, don’t do anything just stay there…
Just let her know your there.
Get your Ronald Isley on like in R Kelly’s Down Low video and look at her like, “LOOK AT ME! I DID THIS TO YOU!”

I can’t guarantee that she won’t try to punch, bite, slap, kick or try to scratch the shit out of you for not giving her the time she needed but, fuck it…
She won’t hate you for long…

She MIGHT kick you again though…

But that’s a risk you should be willing to take…

So says Mr Oh

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