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By the time they walked through the front door of her apartment, she had said possibly 10 words to him. She tried to scold herself.

*Come on Uche, you've wanted him here for months. And now he's here. Flirt with him a bit. What's wrong with you*

She had her back to him, still too nervous to meet his eyes. Then there was a hand on her shoulder. He turned her around, lifted her face gently and brought her lips to meet his.

She froze for a second. Then she melted into his lips.

He kissed her, soft and light, brushing against her lips with a calm intensity, making her lips quiver with desire, her body trembled with delight. He pulled away.

She opened her eyes a couple of seconds later to find herself staring into his. In them she saw an intensity and a fierceness that frightened her a bit.

He placed his hand gently, but firmly on her neck and pushed her into the wall. And then he attacked her. Soft lips kissed her roughly as his tongue probed deep inside her mouth. She countered, wildly assaulting his tongue with hers.

His rough hands caressed her body with savage lust, grabbing roughly at her breasts, pinching her nipples. The sharp pain made her gasp and she felt a trickle run down her leg as he ripped open her blouse. Her buttons clattered to the floor and her blouse fell apart to reveal her magnificent, firm, supple breasts, black lace Victoria Secrets barely covering her nipples.

At this point she knew she had to regain control of the situation; if he touched her breasts, she would no longer have the power, will or the composure to stop him. She bit his lip and turned him around, pressing into him as she pressed him into the wall. She raised his Tshirt over his head as her hungry lips roamed his strong chest, his chiselled abs...made her drool, at both ends. She dropped to her knees and undid his belt in one swift motion. His boxers came off as well and she took him in her hand, stroking up and down the shaft. And then she licked the tip and ran her tongue all the way to the base, sucking on his balls as she stroked him. She came back up and plunged his stiffness deep inside her mouth, to the back of her throat. She teased him mercilessly with her tongue and lips until he slowly began to lose control, fucking her mouth until he came. Hard. And now, it was his turn.

He pulled her to her feet and kissed her again. He picked her up and set her on her dining table. A bowl of pot pourri went clattering to the ground. He pulled her skirt off and was delighted to see she wasn't wearing any panties. He pulled her back up to him and met her lips one more time, expertly flicking thumb and forefinger to undo the clasp of her bra. The danced free and he took a moment to appreciate them with his eyes. Then he cupped them in his hands as he kissed her neck, his lips and tongue tracing elegant lines from her collarbone to her breastplate. He kissed her breasts, lips playing joyfully over her bountiful bosom; taking her nipples in his mouth one at a time, biting them gently. She moaned deeply, eyes closed, her hands on his head, guiding him lower.

He kissed her stomach for what seemed to her like centuries, but must have only been a few seconds. He sucked on her inner thigh, breathing softly over her clit. He parted her lips with his fingers and gave her one long lick. She gasped as his tongue went to work. A whirlwind of activity, plunging deeper within her with each stroke, forcing her back to spasm and her lips to to quiver with the obscenities they expelled.

Her legs shook uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure coursed from his lips into her and vibrated to her extremities. She shook with an intensely violent orgasm as he slammed his dick into her the first time, taking it out slowly, gently, he stroked the tip along her slit, making her quiver. And then he plunged hard, deep inside her again, repeating the same manouver, over and over, until she pulled him close and whispered in his ear.

"Fuck me; hard".

They fucked with such intensity, such fervor, they hardly noticed when the table came crashing down. He picked her up and they fucked against the wall, on the kitchen counter; she rode him on every sofa in her living room; he ravaged her doggy style with her elbows on the coffee table and her legs crossed behind him.

They came together on the floor, in the doorway between the living room and the kitchen, their sweat and other bodily fluids streaked accross the apartment, telling the story of their union.

She gazed out at the debris, the destruction they’d left in their wake. Mouth agape; she was still in shock.

Her mind was a jumble of bright lights and crashing waters and she was still struggling to collect her thoughts when he pulled her hair back and whispered in her ear.

“Hi”

She reluctantly came back to here, to now; on the floor her head on his chest, his arms around her, his fingers in her hair.

“Hey”, she smiled. “That. Was. Amazing. But I think you’re going to have to buy me new furniture”.

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I just scrolled back through my blog feeds on blogger dashboard and, yup, the last post I read was over a week ago. I must apologize.

I look at your blog posts and go, "Oh that looks interesting" and then I close the page. Dont worry tho, summer will soon be over and this lethargy that has consumed my will to read will dissipate. Till then, hasta luego amigos y amigas

It had started off innocently enough. Friends in high school until they went to college in different cities. They had kept in touch though, finding as they matured that they shared a lot of the same unorthodox opinions about life.
They became best friends, or as much best friends as a thousand miles of separation would allow. They talked about their lives and their loves, their hurts and their regrets. They shared almost everything.
Then the pressures of life began to take their toll and, inevitably, they drifted apart.
They had only got back in touch recently. She just over a bad break-up and him being the wet shoulder.
And once again, they talked about their lives and their loves and their hurts and their disappointments. And sex.

It started innocently enough. Light flirting interspersed with cleverly placed innuendo. Gradually progressing until one day, she found herself getting wet to the sound of his voice. She thought about him that night and fell asleep with her fingers in her panties.
The next day he announced that he would be in her city on business and that it would be nice to catch up.
This was conflicting news for her. On the one hand, she would get to see her long-time friend again for the first time in nearly a decade. On the other, seeing him might ruin the perfect fantasy she had dreamt up about him. And of even more concern, he might blow it out of the water and blow her mind. She wasn't sure how she felt about that.
After his announcement, they had descended to levels of verbal titillation that would make a phone sex operator blush. Their conversations always ended with one or both of them irresistibly turned on and the anticipation grew within them like a swelling wave waiting to crash with the force of their simultaneous orgasm.
And now the time had finally come. He was on a plane headed in her direction. He would be touching down any minute now and she crossed her legs to contain the longing welling up between her thighs. Any second now, he would walk through the glass doors to the left of where she sat. Any second now.

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He walked along the moving walkway deep in thought. He would be spending a few weeks in this city. Away from work for most of it and he planned to make the best possible use of the time. He planned to have fun. So he had planned and plotted and charted the perfect holiday. And now he mulled over the details as he walked. So engrossed in his plan was he that as he walked through the glass doors and into the lobby, he nearly missed her.
He saw her smile out of the corner of his eye, he turned to look and there she was. A vision in a low cut blouse. 36DDs staring out at him, he smiled back at her.
"Hello Uche."
"Hello Akin."

He hugged her, and didn't let go for what must have been at least 5 minutes. She smelled like vanilla and he began to feel himself stir. He let her go.
She wouldn't meet his eye the entire drive back to her apartment. She kept her eyes on the road even though he knew she knew he couldn't take his eyes off her. He had expected this though and he let her be for the time being. He closed his eyes, reclined his chair and took a nap. He would need his energy for what was coming.

TBC..

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She gazed out at the debris, the destruction they'd left in their wake. Mouth agape; she was still in shock.

Her mind was a jumble of bright lights and crashing waters and she was still struggling to collect her thoughts when he pulled her hair back and whispered in her ear.

"Hi"

She reluctantly came back to here, to now; on the floor her head on his chest, his arms around her, his fingers in her hair.

"Hey", she smiled. "That. Was. Amazing. But I think you're going to have to buy me new furniture"