Speaker 1: I know.
Speaker 2: My dad always told me that life begins on the
other side of this. Her thought, what the fuck am
I even doing right now? If you aren't thinking that
every once in a while, then you ain't living. I
don't think me in a freezing studio apartment with my
dick out was what he had in mind. But it
most definitely had me thinking what the fuck am I
even doing right now? The photographer was snapping away, but
this felt less like a photo shoot and more like
a game of endurance.
Speaker 3: Trying to have to look so uncomfortable.
Speaker 2: Says the woman wearing a fucking coat. She snapped another picture.
Speaker 3: Than lord of the camera, do you wanna stop and
take a break. Nah, let's finish this.
Speaker 2: When we finally did, I put my dick back in
my boxes and redid my pants. Jazz handed me my
turtle nicking socks.
Speaker 1: I really appreciate you helping me bring my vision to life.
Speaker 2: Thank you, Eric, I nodded, my teeth, chattering too much
to speak. She went around the apartment closing the wide
open windows while I put on my boots. When I
looked up she was she was in front of me,
handing me an envelope. I took it and thanked her.
She walked me to the front door. ORDS couldn't express
how glad I was to be getting out of that
fucking ice box. I grabbed my coat off the rack
as we said our goodbyes, and I was off, my
skin warming up at the thought of how much heavyer
my pockets were. I went home eight showered, turned off
my cellphone, and went to sleep. I awoke to my
house fall and rigging all the way across the fucking
room with all the anger of a single child free
man who was rarely walking up when I was sleeping.
I snatched the receiver off the hook.
Speaker 1: What Eric, Hey, it's Jasmine.
Speaker 3: Hey, Jasmine, what's up good?
Speaker 2: I glanced at the alarm clock beside my bed when
I am listen.
Speaker 1: I know this is some professional but I was going
through your pictures, editing.
Speaker 2: Them, and the worst thought came to my mind. Don't
tell me you need me to retake them. I don't
know if I could do another afternoon in that deep
freezer of an apartment. Jasmine, her prolonged silence answered the question. Look,
I was just joking. I can come back to my
around the same time if that.
Speaker 3: Works for you.
Speaker 1: I don't need you to take the pictures there. Actually
I need you to. I need you to come see
me tonight.
Speaker 2: It was my turn to be silent as I recognized
the deepness in her voice, my sense.
Speaker 1: I know this isn't right, but I was going over
the shoe and it was together with I finished. For yeah,
it did.
Speaker 2: I rubbed my thigh. Four moments ago, my dicks had
been resting in a relaxed state. Now I would set
my heart as it recognized it was being summoned.
Speaker 3: Tell me what you want to adjustment. I want you,
how do you want me?
Speaker 2: Silence, hold another line. Tell me how you want me,
or you're not getting me. I need you to be
very direct with me.
Speaker 1: I want you inside of me.
Speaker 3: Inside you were.
Speaker 1: Everywhere.
Speaker 2: Her answer was breathing practically a moone like. Her fingers
were vern her clit as she was saying it, I
ain't gonna lie. That declaration had me feeling smug as hell.
No one that had power over this woman was empowering
only because everyone who knew her name and work labeled
her as unattainable. Her sexual photographs were for the public
to devour, but the woman herself was for no man
or no woman to have did my did grab your attention?
I asked, genuinely curious.
Speaker 1: No, it wasn't the dick, It was the man.
Speaker 2: I tried to remember what I might have done and
capt the better. I mean, I had been myself told
a few jokes, cussed a lot to tell me get
through the cold, but nothing in particular stood out. I
come through, I said, climbing out of bed on two conditions.
Speaker 1: Why are the conditions.
Speaker 3: Eric the way?
Speaker 2: She said, My name mad, my dick harder and maybe
for some pepping my stuff. Have the heat on, no
open windows, and be naked when I get there, she
snickered acutely. I knocked on the door and heard Or
walk to me from the hallway, greeting me with a smile,
a smile that I hadn't seen from her before, following me.
Her studio apartment was spacious, the front room mostly occupied
by her camera equipment, lights, and her backdrop. On the
other side of all of that was her fancy ass
king size floor bed that I didn't see earlier. It
was made of purple silk sheets, looking like water in
the dim light. That's where she walked to after letting
me through the front door. I didn't follow her, though,
I was too busy watching her hip switch and her
ass jiggle as she walked across the wood floor. There's
something about seeing a woman the first time after she
makes it known that she wants to fuck you. Everything
about her is different. The way she walks, the way
she smiles, even the way she smell is different. Jasmine
consciously tried to look and smell good for me, which
turned me on because I know she don't do this
for everybody. When she been down to get into the bed,
the sight of her pussy lips and part of the
ass cheeks was damnar enough to take me out the game.
I went to the foot of the bed, undressing while
looking down at her. She had already seen me naked,
but I guess this was different. She was biting her
lip and her head cocked up at me like she
was beholding a gud. I mean, at least that's how
she had me feeling with the univited attention of her
big brown eyes.
Speaker 3: Gave me.
Speaker 2: Touch your pussy, I said, and slowly she parted her
legs and did what I told her to do. Two
fingers went back and forth from her swollen click to
her glits in the opener. The way it was already
leaking her juices made it look like she had been
through around into it as already. She moaned, her breathing quickening,
mm hmm, Slow down, baby, don't make yourself come just yet.
Speaker 1: I wanted you'll come down here and make me come.
Speaker 2: My clothes were around me on the floor. The only
thing I wore now was a heart on that I
had in my hand. I don't want to give it
to you just yet. I kind of like carrying your back.
She smiled, dimples pairs on her cheeks. She laid back,
spreading her pussy lift with her fingers and asked.
Speaker 1: Us having made me bag, and but you take care.
Speaker 2: I sucked in the breath she had got me with
that one. I joined her on the bed, replacing her
fingers with mine, With that pussy still spread open, I
buried my tongue inside. Needed to taste that shit. Her
juices took my hunger for her to another level. I
mowned as I closed my mouth around her clip. Her
thighs trimbled like speakers when I started sucking on her.
Speaker 3: Her hips.
Speaker 2: Coming off the bed, I locked down on her wrapping
my arms around her thighs. She couldn't moved much after that,
having to take my tongue lashing and my mouth sucking.
Her nails dragged across my shoulders, only making me I
saw her pussy more. I knew she came with her
thighs locked around my head, but that didn't stop me.
I slid two fingers inside of her. I maintained eye contact,
her eyes as heavy as her voice as I kept
sliding my fingers in and out of her. Tell me
how bad you want to stick? Tell me how bad?
Speaker 3: Something bad. I won't be satisfied until I have it.
Speaker 2: I stuck one of her hard nipples into my mouth,
then the other one. I kissed up her body until
my tongue was deep in her mouth, fighting with hers
that kids told me just how bad, and she wanted me.
I took my fingers out and slid the head of
my dick end. She gasped at the sudden penetration. Her
eyes dilated. Oh, I thought you said you wanted it.
You can't even enter the ten. She rotated her hips,
hungry for me, so I gave her some more. Her
mouth and eyes were old when I had every engineer.
Her breaths were coming fast, like she was overwhelmed, her
legs rapping around my waist. Fucked me, I complied, but
I did stroke her fast and hard, grab the buy
her throat that slid and slow and deep, watching the
face that she made and the sounds that came from
her mouth, her eyes running the back of her head.
After a while, and I was fighting not to come,
her pussy was soaking water around my deck, drawing me
back in like it had a life of its own
and it didn't want to let me go, gripping me
like she wasn't ready for it.
Speaker 3: Her body squeezed me tight as she came. Oh, oh shit,
I take that dick. Take that dick, bitch, take that dick,
you pretty bitch, Come on, dick, Come on aby.
Speaker 2: Her mom loud and weeping in my ear her neck
and said sweet nothing that she settled down. I had
to take myself out to keep from coming. I turned
her on her stomach and swattered her ass with my dick.
It was then that I saw her asshole was as
moist as her pussy, spreading her ass oopen. I didn't hesitate,
rarely getting a fuck a woman in her ass. The
tiny hole adjusted easily around my dick, taking the whole
thing in one thrust. I tried to give her a minute,
but she lifted her hips anxiously. I fucked her ass
the opposite way I fucked her pussy. I went in hard,
fucking in the way she gave it to be fucking.
There was something so degrading about anal sex that it
turned me into a fucking beast. She was gripping the sheet,
looking back at me. Her face crunched up as I
went in and out of her. There was no holding
myself back. It was too much fucking excitement, too much stimulation.
I saw white as I finally, but my body shut
her from the power of the orgasm. I don't know
how long it lasted, but when my vision return, balls
drained and I had just enough strength to fall into
the bed beside her. I had been somewhere between sleeping
consciousness when I felt warm, thro raight throound my dick.
Speaker 3: I realized she was washing me with a rag. It
felt so good.
Speaker 2: Tell me something, I said, weakly, What was it about
me that made you want this? Since you claim it
wasn't my dick, it wasn't, then tell me what it was.
Speaker 1: I just see things beyond the surface. When I was
taking pictures of you. It was all in your face,
in your body language, just something that made me want you.
Speaker 3: I wondered what that could have been. I thought I
was stiff and hell in front of the camera. You were,
but you were also perfect.
Speaker 2: Perfect Huh. How often do you encounter this perfection in people?
Speaker 1: Rarely? That's why I had to have it for myself.