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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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Splash and pleasure…

I was on Twitter the other day and up popped a reply from one of my followers(@MsCaramelCrunch) . Not to anything I had said but just a reply to something random.
So I went in search of the original comment cuz the reply looked interesting and (@siobhansings) said something along the lines of “if you have cum on you, you have no respect for yourself.”

And I thought, ‘huh?’

Has she never had the pleasurable splash of an orgasm that says ‘job well done’?
Has she never been so into a blowjob that she ignores the throaty moans that say, “I’m gonna cum…” – and just stayed there for it?
Has she never been FUCKED to a point where an unknown entity creeps out of her and begs for his orgasm to be splashed over her?

Really?
Do people still exist who are unable to take a bit of cum to the skin?
I thought they phased out with video tapes and 8ball jackets.
Not saying that we’re talking about porn scene style feats of close up shots of sperm to the lips, eyes and nose.
But then again, why not?
There are plenty of men and women out there who like their sex with an orgasm painted over them like paint on walls.
Some folk out there, present company included, like it when an orgasm is dripping off their chin, needing to be wiped saucily with the back of a hand.

It’s a beautiful thing.
If you are a woman who has, in her sexual career, let a man cum on her, you know what I mean.

It’s like a rush.
The moment you hear him building up to the feeling. Then there’s that momentary pause before it hits. Wherever it hits, you feel the heat of it and the rush hits you. If your lucky it may heighten the orgasm you were/are having.
A real delicious woman won’t be afraid to play with it

If she likes to watch him cum then she’ll take a standard missionary with him on top so she can watch him pull out and cum on her stomach. But, this lady, who likes a bit of cum on her, likes to watch it happen. If he shoots particularly high, she likes it even more.

Same with a guy.
A man having his face sat on is not gonna hear a woman building to an orgasm then slide his face out to miss it.
Hell no sah!
He’s gonna keep his face exactly where it is. Down low, between your open thighs and grinding hips looking up at you like, “you BETTER cum in my mouth.”
Because he wants it.
He wants it for the work he’s put in getting you to the orgasm point in the first place.
So, like a job where you get paid for work you’ve DONE, taking that orgasm to the face, hopefully sliding down your neck, down your cheeks and past your nose, is the confirmation that you didn’t just make her cum but you get to FEEL that orgasm.
Trust me, there’s nothing like the feel of a woman’s pussy pulsating on your lips next to vibrating thighs that keep on throbbing.
And this is from a guy’s perspective. I can imagine a womn enjoy it twice as much.

But this has absolutely NOTHING to do with his or her self-respect.
If you can’t enjoy sex and feel the need to sometimes throw self-respect, pride and other shit like that out the window, then you may not be reaching the height of what you truly like sexually. Because you are withholding from yourself.

If a woman likes to suck a man’s dick, call him Daddy and tell HIM to cum on her face, that doesn’t mean she’s lacking respect for herself.
Some people like to reenact rape fantasies during sex, doesn’t mean there’s suttin wrong with em. That’s just what they like.

You could have the most physically, mentally, spiritually strong woman want her man to flip her doggystyle, fuck her till he’s about to cum then pull out and massage his dick between her ass cheeks until he cums on her back.
Does it make her a tramp, a bitch, a whore?
Depends if she likes to be called that really.

Basically what I’m saying is, its nonsense thinking to say that you deciding to let someone get their cum on you is a sign of your lack of self-respect.
If anything, its a sign that you are now at a point in your sex that you KNOW you are comfortable enough to go there, take it there and enjoy the fact that you went there.

You knew what you wanted, you got what you wanted and you got it how you wanted it.
Where’s the lack of self respect in that?

*drops mic*

By
Mr Oh

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Little Black Book – the trilogy – by Mr Oh

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