Eclectically Sexual Sounds

“🎶I’m making you wait for the fifth date
I need to know if you’re worthy
Making you wait
Never too late
I need to know if you’re crazy.
I’m making you wait
A-ha, I need to know that you’re worthy
I’m making you wait (wait, wait, wait, wait). I’m making you wait
I can’t give the sweet of me, so quickly
I gotta know if you’re strictly
Dictation, saying what you said before to that other girl
You know I gotta find out if it’s true, ha-ah, ah, uh-ah, ah, ahI’m making you wait.🎶”

I’m making you wait
Never too late
I need to know if you’re worthy
I’m making you wait
Not to frustrate
I need to know if you’re crazy.
I’m making you wait
Wait, wait
Wait, wait
I’m making you
(You, you, you, you, you, you, you, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait). Hey, I’m making youI need to know if it’s all perpetration
If it’s really real
What are you telling me?
I need to see
Without any outside clarification, baby
That’s why, I
I really wanna do, what you want me to do.🎶”

These are the lyrics to Jill Scott’s, “Makin’ You Wait”. For tonight’s topic on Eclectically Sexual Sounds, well be discussing just that – how long do we wait for sex with a partner? A friend with benefits? A random? An individual we’ve just met?

Join me tonight @ 9:15pm for my opinion on this topic…

JSD

Eclectically Sexual Poetry – He Said…(reprised)

He said…

“I just want to taste what you taste like. Lick my fill until you beg me to stop. And even if you don’t, I won’t. Because you look like a bitch tut keep your shit tight, tasty and thirsty for my tongue.”

He said…

“I’d palm your ass like two basketballs, looking at your ass tooted up in the air. You arch your back and lemme see that pussy I wanna eat. I’ll let my thumbs open your cheeks wide, make that little hole tighten and close, that other hole ready for my nose.

‘Fuck!’ He said…

“Damn I’m lickin‘ my lips like a starvin-ass orphan hungry for pineapples and sugar, because I know your pussy sweet. So sweet it’s better than good enough to eat. I wanna suck her too, like I do that mango seed when I’m through. Fuck your pussy with my tongue and let you ride it until you cum.”

He said…

‘Damn this pussy is sweet, I can’t be satisfied with just one lick. So, please let me get more, more of what you’re waiting for. I cannot wait another day, for your answer to come my way…and profess the desire for my suction cup lips; tasting you is my most requested wish.

He said…

I’m going to use my digits to keep you wide, so I can poke and prod inside. Go as deep as I possibly can, holding my breath after I inhale your scent and…near about faint because I don’t want to remove my face. Eat, suck, slurp to my heart’s content, moan and groan my love for it.

He said…

Drip. Drip. Your juices land on my lips and chin, I sip. Stick my tongue out and swipe you off. Slick with the essence of what you left on my mouth. My eyes roll back from your delectable nectar, it’s like the sweetest death I’ve tasted never.

He said…

You wiggle and writhe, arch high off the sheets, trying but staying planted on my face – your seat. Because having you one way isn’t my goal, many ways, across this face and on it is my heart’s sole…intent. My plans are just that: intent. Fully committed to the orgasm you’ll get.

He said…

Orgasm? More like multiple, I intend to give. Deliver. Endow. Provide. Bestow, bless you with the deliciousness of thanks for allowing me to be the giver of your pleasure trip. Down and up again. Down and up again, my lips impart the beating of your pussy till swollen and engorged.

He said…

Heated the room gets, your breath presses out and in. Your hands reach for anything they can grasp and claw at me – nails sink in. Chest pressed down, ass up, I keep going, screams of joy drowned by the mattress. ‘I’m coming!’ muffled and hushed. ‘Come on then’, I reply but into that tiny hole.

He said…

What number is that? Shit, I have lost count, but who cares? I’m all in, literally, deep as I can…in you. This shit is for real, it is what I’ve been looking for. What I’ve longed for and waited patiently, I need more. You are addictive. I can’t get enough of you, girl. Your She is my weakness…my thoughts in a swirl.

He said…

Heady, this concoction and elixir I’m drinking down. Full, I am of the potion you’re giving me, but I make no sound. I don’t stop, because there’s more where this mouth came from…just when you think I’m done with the pussy…

Then he said…

“Oh, that ain’t all. Turn your ass over so I can blow that back out!”

Eclectically Sexual Poetry

She said…

He seems nice. Like nice but I need him bad. Bad enough to do nasty things to me and then make me sad…that he’s done for the moment, not completely finished with me. A short little intermission from the deep recesses of this pussy.

She said…

First I wanna see him. Get a good look at the length, rounded tip and wet-dripped head of him, base back up to the tip. Eye that main vein, all the way to the top. Watch him bob back and forth like he’s calling me close, opening my mouth for that tasty drop.

She said…

When I part my lips and invite him in, lick around his head, down and back up again. I won’t close my eyes, I’ll look you in yours. Ravenously tasting him, tastebuds afire with his scent and nose flaring for air.

Damn, Girl’, he said.

I’d swallow the world for that dick if I could.” Appreciate the way he stays hard for the hopes of being not just deep in me but a part of my body. Cream spread all around him, juicy lips tightening when he comes out.

She said…

Don’t look away when you start to explode, but in my baby browns and not letting my hair go. Because the way I suck you, you’ll need a good grip. My stare enticing you into my trance, you don’t even stand a chance…to pull back and gather your wits. Your cum shot out all over my tits and then I’ll clean you up for more.

Round One: You. Let’s even the score.”

JSD

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