Callie Lives On

The Way You Do Us - Callie Lives
"This day was no different than any other. Your flight landed. I was late. You were waiting with a pen in one hand and your bag in another. You’re gorgeous. The chic with whom you’re exchanging numbers is almost as beautiful. Her skin was as dark as your own. Her eyes, big and bubbly, stared upon your 6'3" stature. Pulled in a ponytail, her hair was a deep chestnut brown, and as straight as a freshly laid Crème of Nature w/ Lye could get it. I watched from a far because I liked the look of you two together.

Plus, I didn't want to scare her off too fast. As I pulled the Range closer, you waved and headed toward me. I saw her soft lips utter a continuance and you turned to acknowledge. As I cracked the window, I heard you reply, "Give me a minute."

Your appeal to me: "Baby, can we give her a lift?" I find it simply amazing, how you manage to land on the X every single time. It truly bewilders me. We are not necessarily cut from the same cloth, but it's almost like two fraternal twins separated at birth. We have no idea what the other is thinking, nor do we try to figure each other out. However, our independent actions seem to satisfy the desires of the other's mind unconsciously. It's not that of a soul mate... it involves the universe. I digress... Heading to her hotel, which just so happened to be your hotel, we learned that she was in town for a job interview. We all checked in and decided to meet for drinks after we were settled in the rooms.

My dress was short enough for your hand to palm my bare ass as the elevator rose to the 22nd floor. I love your touch. You leaned against the wall of the elevator and I leaned my back into your chest with my legs spread and lips wet. Your finger softly grazed the baby smooth entrance and slid through my double doors.

The elevator stopped and she smiled before she asked, "How long?" I boldly whispered, "Long enough for two." Then came that million-dollar smile, as you released that sharp laugh similar tothat of Machine Gun Joe’s in the movie Death Race. She exited onto the 20th floor and took noteof our room number. I asked you about the last time you had two. Reluctant to respond, you made it clear… you are not interested in a ménage. The funny thing, I wasn't either. The universe has it in for us.

You slowly scooped a bit of wetness out with your fingertip and dabbed it onto my bottom lip. As the doors opened to the 22nd floor your delightful chocolate lips were intertwined with the nudeness of mine. The kiss continued as I walked backwards to our suite. We were so close to one another that my legs were getting lost between your straddled steps. This is not love, but it is exactly what it’s supposed to be. A feeling created by two people that's so unique it can't be tainted by the extracurricular. I leaned into the door, as you unlocked it with the card. Your Gucci duffle bag hit the floor less than two inches past the threshold. My dress hit the floor less than two seconds after that. The pink bra straps were off the shoulder, and the cups sheltered my rib cage. Your hands were now like magnets on my face. From day one, you have been fascinated with my eyes, nose, and neckline.

Your strength under my chin leads me onto the bed... back first. You kiss me forcefully before removing your cardigan, white tee, Tim’s, jeans, and Calvin Klein boxers. The gold wrapper was ripped from the top and the Magnum was placed on the tip of my excited tongue. I slowly unrolled the latex from head to shaft, stopping short of the follicles, as I prefer a shaven base. Using the valley between my thumb and index finger, I gently pushed the condom as far as it would reach. Your width, length, and solidity, was just the way I like it. I took a tote or two before retiring to my favorite position. In line with the wall mirror aside the bed, you looked at me, I looked at you and we both said, "I wish." It was at that moment you pressed it deep inside.

The
splash was audible, my center was reachable, your joy was visible, and our love was physical. It was rough: scratching, slapping, choking, jerking, head banging, but no biting. That's the way we like it. Hands pent under my ass while you have your way. My nails claw my own as you grab the headboard to fuck me as if you’re close to the bottom but not quite there yet. I want more. You can tell. You pull out and flip me over... ass up for two strokes before I rise to my knees too. I wanted to squirt. I needed to feel you pressing the inside of my mound. You reached over and grabbed your belt from the chair, wrapped it around my neck and pulled down hard. My body, slightly bent, jerked profusely until my cum shot down your shaft, my legs, and the now broken headboard. It poured down the wood and created a couple silver dollar-sized puddles along the edge of the sheets. "Damn girl, this is why you’re hot!" I just shook my head, smiling at your dumb ass and fell into a slight slumber. As I lied on the bed, you finished what you had started. Smoothing your hand along my chin and running your fingers gracefully through my hair. You killed it softly. By the time I had awakened I found your note. Your penmanship was as divine as one would expect. It read: “Headed to the 20th floor.” As bad as I wanted to watch, the D had me incapable. I remained in bed with a smile on my face, luxuriating in our moisture until you returned with a handful of towels ready to shower me for the events of the night.
I took joy in your descriptive replay of our new friend's mock interview as you lathered the coconut bodywash and allowed the rays of water to rinse my skin. The vision of the two of you alone was enough to bring me back to peak.

Only, I had been here before. The marble, the dim light, the warm water trickling from the ceiling and both walls, everything seemed so familiar. It was hard to remain excited. It seemed I knew your every move before it was made. The water poured onto your bald head as you explored my sweetness. I didn’t want you to stop, but I didn’t want you as much as I had in the past.

To sustain gratification, I fantasized about Ponytail sharing this snack. You had described her mouthwork just enough that I could see, hear, and feel her sucking softly on the pierced hood of my clitoris. Her long, thick strokes from the bottom of my clit to top of my mound felt as good to me as they obviously felt to you from the top of your shaft to the end of the knob. Her salivating tongue drenched my mouth like it drenched your skin. I was where you had once been. Eyes closed, head back, hands locked against the walls, I was on 20.

Before I knew it she had reached the rear. Her tongue trickled up and around. She kissed every single curve of my ass before gliding her entire hand down the center of my bundle. Gently pushing me forward, she crept into a space I didn’t even know existed. My hips rested in her French-tip polished grip. I didn’t want her fingernails inside of me, but I wasn’t going to kill the mood. I reached to insert my own hands. Without warning, I was met with yours.

It was at that moment, she kissed my sweetness goodnight and again, you finished what you had started. She disappeared into the dimness. You stepped into the luster. Lifted from the floor, squeezed into the corner, legs wrapped around your highly defined waist, I felt all of you. You plunged high, reaching the top. Your slight hook rubbed the spot just enough for the squirter in me to strike again.
As I slowly unlocked my legs and slid them sexily unto the marble, you kissed my face, and then reached for the robes. As we walked towards the bed, I felt a path of wetness… her footsteps. We wrapped ourselves in one another under the sheets and slept peacefully as one for hours. In the end, we are all we need

It’s not love, but it is exactly what it’s supposed to be. A desire satisfied by two people in the moment, not to be extended by any means. In this universe, all of our wishes are fulfilled without discussion… That’s why I love the way you do us."

WRITTEN BY CALLIE LIVES 2009 COPYRIGHT

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Im going back to Callie

KY Styllionz 2009-09-01 15:13:11

Mami you have done it again! I love you
and all that you do. Your sexxiness
is even better in words..... It
don't get no better than in
Callie :) Much love boo

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