GIRL WITH A DIRTY MIND

Kundalini is killing my sex drive. Sometimes I don’t even want to write about sex let alone experience an orgasm, but other times, I feel normal again. Maybe Tibetan Yoga will sort me out. I’m up to fourteen repetition now – not bad considering it is only my eighth or ninth day, and I have only ever performed Power Yoga two or three times in the past. However, I must remember that Kundalini is only a temporary experience. I have days where I feel like love is surrounding me with a white light and I can forgive very easily, even dick drivers or tail gaters, and there are plenty of those about. The darkness within me is the pain I see in the world. Today, I’m full of positivity and love. I feel connected to source and very grounded.

Last night, Jon and I shared a delicious fantasy, which took place in an ice cream parlour. After manipulating him with lies of my pregnancy craving and soft glossy pout, he reopened his shop and attended to my every need. While he nervously fumbled with his scoop and pulled it through the Banana and Coffee ice creams, I thought he looked cute and somehow I sensed a rampant devil inside of him, although his shyness hid it from anyone who grew near.

“Here you go ma’am. Hope that taste as nasty as it looks.”

“It’s banacoffee, far tastier than banoffee,” I said, smiling and fed myself the sweet treat, ensuring his eyes fixed on my pout the entire time.

“Is that good?” he asked.

“Wanna try some? Get your sexy ass round here and I’ll feed you some.”

From the look on his face, no girl had ever been so direct and flirtatious. He pulled up his tiny bar and walked through it to the bench near the entrance where I sat. Only inches from each other, I felt his warm breath as he opened his mouth and watched me feed him. His aura mixed electricity with mine, a sublime chemistry eloping into something supernatural.

“You look like you’re enjoying that. Why don’t you feed me now,” I commanded. Fuck, I don’t know what came over me, but when he fed me with my favourite ice cream, I exploded into a river of cum beneath my jeans. Dates in the past didn’t get past five minutes of foreplay, yet this felt incredibly erotic and the perfect way to tease my way into his crotch. Seconds later, soft cream melted around my lips and onto my chin. I opened my eyes and watched his hungry eyes undress me. We kissed softly, our lips brushing together before the urge grew stronger and manic. Fuck, he knew just want to do as he teased his fingers around my breasts avoiding my stiff peaks. How I longed for his touch masturbating my nipples harder.

Now the shy man in the ice cream parlour who, at first, was hesitant to relieve my craving turned into a wild, exciting, spontaneous, and sensuous lover who set my clit burning with lust for more with every touch. I sensed his hard prick, although it had not yet slipped between my fingers. His deep moan said it all.

Get your fucking hands on my breasts right now churned through my mind. It had been months since I lusted after a stranger. The scent of the ice cream turned me on further, and his hands warmed my goose bumps. We fell onto the floor and his hands crept inside my t-shirt to my bare silky breasts. He tweaked my nipples massaging them left to right and an electrical impulse hit my perineum when his fingers crept into my trousers and teased everywhere but my clit. Perspiration hit every pore in my body and the ice cream parlour stranger looked bewildered as he applied all effort to pull them off.

“It’s your turn,” I confessed. “Get on your back.”

He had a look of both terror and disbelief as he stared at me with his huge brown eyes. His jeans were easy to pull off, and the sight of his hardness beneath his boxers tickled my thoughts. I pushed two fingers into the melted ice cream and smothered it over his cock. He groaned so hard I thought he had shattered the glass casing the dozens of huge tubs of ice cream. “This is what you get for teasing me. Are you ready for more,” I said with a massive grin.

“No, I can’t take any more teasing. Feel like I’m going to explode. Not even a porn movie has ever made me so hard.”

I kissed his dick with hot breaths, and he pushed his hands over his head and threw his head left to right. After watching his frustration and feeling more powerful than a survey driven sexiest female celebrity in the world, I carefully pulled down his boxers and his dick sprang to life glistening with pre-cum under the moonlight sky.

I chuckled at my next thought, picked up the melted tub of ice cream and poured it over his cock. “Holy shit,” moaned the stranger, “I never knew ice cream could be so much fun.”

I massaged his inside thigh, balls, and perineum, pushing the sticky cream everywhere but his twitching dick that ached for a pull. Pushing him onto his front, I sunk my face beneath his ass cheeks and rimmed his tight hole, while my right hand wanked his cock firmly. I found it difficult to surrender to his pleasure, since his quaking body kept pushing me away from the hot spot. “Holy shit, that feels so horny,” he groaned and joined me in masturbating his cock. With the last few drops of the ice cream, I soaked my finger and pushed it gently up his anus.

Before I knew it, he swept me into his strong arms and forced me on my back slipping his cock between my tight breasts. Ice cream melted off his dick onto my chest keeping it wet and moist. “I want to taste you,” I moaned, saliva rolling off my tongue down my chin. Running my tongue around my wet lips secured my craving…..and in reality, we experienced the wonderful electrical contractions swimming through our bodies.