By new_passion30on Monday, April 21, 2008 - 12:35 pm
I am a professional black man from central Illinois. I am looking for a sexy lady for a romantic but NSA relationship. I enjoy writing erotica:
I woke up feeling a bit dizzy today. My muscles ached as if I had worked out the day before...I hadn't. Okay, I should have but that's not the fucking point!!! I decided I should go to the doctor and have myself checked out. This is just what I need. I have two meetings this morning, I'm double-booked for this afternoon so I'm hoping someone cancels. I have to take my son to basketball practice this evening. All I need is the flu to put a damper on an otherwise productive week.
I sat in the crowded waiting room. There were two young guys sitting there together. An old lady in one corner thumbing through a brochure. A few bad ass kids that I wished their mothers would tell them to sit down and shut the fuck up! A slim attractive blond came in the door. She had on short shorts and a tight fitting shirt accentuating her large boobs. My attention immediately went back to our undersexed and overly imaginative male friends. They completely lost it and started giggling and tapping one another. They were probably fucking each other! I imagined one of them probably caught the clap from some skanky bitch he thought he could fuck and convince everyone of his heterosexuality. The other was there for "moral" support. The chick was attractive but don't these bone heads know how to play it cool. She expects that type of reaction so I give her the exact opposite. I don't even turn my head. She doesn't really do it for me anyway. I am more attracted to personality and bozos like those have likely created a monster that is IMPOSSIBLE to deal with! I like ordinary women. I am more likely to be attracted to the 'before' picture of a diet ad and think, 'baby, why did you change a thing?' I look at couples where there is a shapely, but bigger lady and think, "I bet he doesn't appreciate her anymore. He probably relentlessly tells her how much weight she's gained over the years. If she could hear my thoughts right now she would...
I was thrust back to reality by my name being called by the receptionist. She explained that due to a busy schedule they were having non emergency cases see a nurse. Great, nothing like having the nurse miss the obvious signs of the killer organism eating my insides. She called me back and asked me to strip down to my underwear. It was then that I realized that I had gone commando that day. But, she was already gone! Oh well, I stripped down to my birthday suit and waited.
The nurse walked through the door and paused with an obvious smile on her face. Nurse Lady? What kind of name was that? She was shapely and possessed ample thighs, breasts and hips like a capital letter "O." She wore a firm fitting but classy nurse's uniform exhibiting just enough cleavage to be sexy but not quite enough to accuse her of teasing (although I am NOT saying she wasn't!) As I rambled through my symptoms she listened intently. I suddenly felt peculiar. I knew this feeling! Shit! I was getting a hard on! This is worse than the teacher calling you to the board while you had a hard on because, I didn't have to get up for her to realize I was "up."
"Well," she stated with a smile and a glance downward. "this is highly unusual. Let me give you my ummm..firm diagnosis."
Was she fucking kidding me!? If I wasn't completely embarrassed and stressed I'd swear she was...what? Mid thought she had reached down and grabbed two hands of my shaft and began stroking. This was followed closely by the warmth of her moist mouth swallowing my erection. She had bent at those wonderfully lovely hips and was spread eagle to show the black garters holding up her white thigh highs. I joined the activity and lifted the skirt to its destination, above her waist to reveal her very smooth round ass. Someone else had gone commando today. She stood and unsnapped the remaining buttons on her uniform revealing large breasts. They lowered once no longer held in the confines of her bra. Not saggy but, I call it personality. If breasts don't do anything once bare, they have no personality and no attraction to me. I was pleased as she moved to kiss my lips. She tasted sweet...like marmalade. She jumped upon the examination table and slowly lowered herself onto my pulsating organ. Her breasts moved with her sensual motions and her moans kept rhythm as well. The sterile smell of the doctors office was replaced with the aroma of sex. She continued the ride and the sounds of the paper underneath us seemed magnified so much that I was sure our two friends in the waiting room were giggling uncontrollably by now. I slowly licked her thoroughly erect nipples and laid her down and began stroking the entire length of myself to her great pleasure. She didn't bother with discretion as she yelled out that she was cumming. I continued to stroke feverishly until she abruptly pushed me off of her! She began tapping lightly on her clit and moaning painfully. Suddenly a gush of liquid emerged from within her as if held by a dam that had given way to the pleasure she'd experienced.
"Put yourself back inside me!" she moaned almost incoherently. "Please...ple..I have to have you back inside me!" I slid back inside her. She was so thoroughly lubricated with the natural juices of lust that I felt as though I were on a slippery slope and destined to lose my footing at any time. Her eyes rolled within her head and she moaned while grasping her plump, heavy breasts. I felt myself concluding as my pleasure built and I spilled inside of her.
She smiled. "Relax...we're alone." She said with the tenderness of my first grade teacher. She pulled my mouth down to meet hers for a slow sumptuous kiss. She then laid my head on her breasts, stroked the back of my head and told me her diagnosis, "you're stressed, baby. You'll need my ongoing regular, therapy if you ever hope to make a full recovery.
