Mm... The Taste Of The Pleasure (Red Shoe Diary Series)

Upper East Side        
New York        
          
No scheduled patients today, which gives me time to sit back in my jacuzzi and sip on some smooth Moet. Setting my tulip glass down, taking a deep breath, standing, and then raising from out the warm bubbling current, ascending three steps.          
          
Looking into the distance at the tall skyscrapers that dominates New York’s skyline. It is spectacular, soothing to the soul, and energetic to be in the midst of a city that never sleeps.          
           
Oh, my nipples are starting to rise for anyone into voyeurism to glimpse pure lust in motion, the thought excites me to be watched, animalistically pursued, muscular choices at my beckon, submiting to their will, pleasure seeking, giving unto their calls.          
           
Lifting a towel from off my lounger, wrapping it around my voluptuous body, then stepping off my bedroom balcony, sliding the glass partition close. Walking in the direction of my master bath. Passing my antique oval floor mirror, catching a rare glimpse of myself. I backtracked and looked at my reflection, and how I have evolved from my carefree college days, unraveling my towel, letting it slip down the contour of my physique, pivoting my body to assess my Haitian French Creole goodies.          
           
Slowly fingering my slit, several emerging thoughts spiraling. Hum, as of late, my male clientele has been requesting, I allow my pussy mound to grow hair…what a bitter pill to swallow when getting your wet slit licked by a lover coveting my carnal pleasure, several in passing do realize I prefer at best when my snatch is waxed.          
           
I never knew it mattered to most men the Brazilian waxed or the natural bushy look, until a gentleman brought it to my attention.  I have, as of recent been asked to address my honey assets.          
           
The natural lick, oh, sweet mercy it is quite soothing, mainly, when a man’s lips, his tongue is grazing seductively over my pussy mound, then placing my legs over his shoulders, cupping my buttocks pulling me into his awaited hunger, his fixation, my weakening passion.          
           
If he has a beard, oh God yes….and the tips of his strands is marring my delicate skin…such a sweet addictive pleasure to behold, when I get up and turn around, ass up in air, him spreading my buttocks for the anus to pussy lick, mmm... such a smooth sexual transaction... his dick plugging my ass, lifting me upward to my knees, moving my curls aside, breasts palmed, sucking on my neck, then pushing me back down on all fours, mmm… my fingers rubbing over my hairless pelvis… It’s like a climatic high waiting to happen, when his hand is reaching under me; his fingers joining mine in an oceanic depth of delectable juices, back and forth his dick is sinking, deeper and deeper his fingers is traveling, his groans of satisfaction, echoing, loving my asshole domination I have over him.
His strong palms smacking one buttock, then the other even harder…biting down on my lower lip, wanted him to stop, yet needing the sensations of him to continue, telling me he loves the way my ass jiggles, my pussy juices coating our unified fingers... taking his out, then tasting me off each finger, leaning downward and then under me; smearing the wetness on each nipple, drilling his erection inside my ass harder, his body maneuvering me forward, my abdomen resting on the bed, oh…my tight asshole, his fetish, his delight for the night…  my outcries advising him to go deeper, gripping my hair pulling it backwards in the submission.         
            
Pulling his dick out, then dropping his pearly stream on my derrière, my climax dripping over my fingers, he lifts my arm, licking my climatic juices off my fingertips.          
           
I’ve tried to grow a bushy pussy, along with letting my hair on my head grow much longer. No profession hair stylist I solicited or no waxing for three weeks now, as I speak, I got a forest down there, hair cascading down my back. I do not see how it would appear sexy, enticing, for hair to escape the lining of my Victoria Secret thong. I feel so out of my element, therefore, I had a female client lined up to test the theory, she was a woman I’m sure she would advise me of too much pussy hairs in the complexity of sexual revelations. In addition, to make my downy hairs fine, soft, lickable, Vitamin E pure organic oil and berry juice extract is applied.          
         
My lover who said he wanted to taste my pussy with hairs on it…oh baby…          
           
My pussy was sore from his tongue, and his fingers dancing inside me, making love to my downy hairs with my bullet dildo…. Ironing my pussy mound, zigzagging it every which way, now I understood why he wanted a forest, prolonging the agony for me to climax, then he tenderly licked the hairs as if he was making tender love to every strand, kissing my pussy hole, however,, his tongue did not venture any farther inside me, sniffing the essence of my cunt every five seconds.          
           
Lifting my jar of organic honey and then smearing the golden sweetness on my pubic hairs, then spreading my clit and shooting his dick deep inside me, my tight abyss' juices mingling with honey…on sweet mercy…fucking me hard, gripping the back of his sleigh bed, my legs wrapping around his back, arching the contour of my pussy to fit the way his dick was jamming deep inside me, wetting my tight passage, pulling him down on top of me, strong palms cupping under my buttocks, his tongue anchoring inside my ear, humping me, our bodies denting the mattress… oh God I was losing myself, I felt his dick angrily throbbing, slowing down his pace, then yanking his dick out, bellied back between my thighs, licking our slopping mess of mingled juices, my seepage from my pussy all his for taking.          
He then lifted me, my ass centered on the headboard, he gapped my legs apart, placing my feet on his shoulder blades, my back braced against the wall, licking my honeycomb, with such gentleness, looking downward as his head twisted side-to-side, mm... turning me on, making me wet for his touch, his dominance, my glossed juices staining his lips, streaming from his chin onto the top covering… his teeth nipping at my fine downy hairs, trapping them between this comprised lips... the pain felt so darn good, oh so good.          
           
He made himself nutt by lipping and pulling at my downy hairs, he then stuck the tip of his nose in my drenched pussy inhaled and licked, inhaled, and licked and made me climax over his nostrils…sniffing my trickling climax, before swallowing the remnants…. mmm…. another fetish of mine for another time in a future exploration.          
           
I now can differently have a bushy pussy versus not, it is more erotic, more intimate, more desirable at hand for me of course, and to see a man's saliva drippings layering my downy hairs, oh God that sends me.          
           
The lust of the rapture certainty overrules such trivial pursuits not to appreciate.          
       
         
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