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Some men should come with a warning label!
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Some men should come with a warning label! Ben was one of those men. This man waltzed into my life, perhaps moon walked...I can't be sure. He has a way of gliding across the surface, his feet barely touching the ground. The confident swagger of a man who knows things. And boy, did Ben know things. He knew all kinds of things about the design of buildings, the fall of ancient empires and how to eat pussy. Even now recalling his appetite for pussy gets me tingling in all my pleasurable places. We had met a few days earlier and had such great chemistry, I felt compelled to see this man again. So we meet at an art museum and from the moment I see him, I am completely aroused, vividly recalling our last interaction. Ben was a gentle but intense love maker. He pleased me in ways I couldn't even verbalise. The way he kissed the nape of my neck or held the side of my face as his tongue glides into my ear. This man was as slick as his head was smooth. See shaved heads are like my personal kryptonite. I can not resist a man with a shaved head. There I said it, but I'm unapologetic about it, because guys with shaved heads, sure know how to fuck dirty! Like when he pushes my back down with his palm as he enters me from behind. Or the way he would utter obscenities into my ear as his hands cradle my chin, pushing deep inside me....so much deeper than just my flesh. Ben fucked your mind equally well. Our earlier week day tryst had been completely mind blowing. We fucked like he could read my mind. He touched me the way I wanted, squeezed my nipples just so, that it sent shock waves of pleasure to my already drenched pussy. His delicious balls would bang up against the opening of my vagina, like it was tapping out some sort of primordial love code to the rest of my body. Suffice to say I was more than aroused by the time Ben comes sauntering up the stairs of the art gallery. He had the greyest eyes I had ever recalled seeing. Piercing, telling, probing... The kind of eyes that makes you want to give him stuff. All kinds of stuff, like your morals, principles, sensibilities or hang ups. *Sigh* Ben's eyes had a way of engaging me and setting me off like some sort of fuck missile. He takes my hand as we enter the gallery. A magnificent exhibition called "The Refusal of Time" by William Kentridge is on show. It's a mind-blowing spectacle. Projected black and white images against the four walls. Eclectic trumpets, horns, choirs blaring through positioned speakers all round the room. And right in the centre flanked by four pillars is an amazing wooden sculpture expanding and contracting like a huge lung, breathing. I'm lost in the instant onslaught to my senses, my mind trying to process what it was I was experiencing when I feel Ben's tongue trailing up from my neck to my ear. I hear his urgent breathing as his fingers find their way to my pussy, kneading, rolling thumbing my throbbing wetness. My body responding almost by instinct, pushes back up against his cock and grind up and down, unaware, uncaring of any eyes that could already be in the exhibition hall. Ben wraps me up and glides me against one of the pillars with the most perfect vantage point of the door. He pushes my face up against the pillar and slides me dress up as he unzips his pants, within seconds I feel the girth of his cock enter me from behind. And just as I think I can take no more, Ben starts tweaking my nipples while thrusting more urgently. I hadn't opened my eyes since Ben entered me, moaning like a , while the trumpets blare and the choirs sing and the horns sound off. I can feel by the intensity of Ben's breathing that's he is close to coming. He pulls out as my pussy clenches spasmodically against the walls of his cock in a delicious moment of ecstasy. I turn around and slide my back down the pillar, eager to swallow every decadent drop of Ben's cum. Ben cups my face in his hands and probes the inside of my mouth with that wonderfully skilled tongue of his. "You are so sexy to me right now" he says. My body is a rush of post coital adrenalin and endorphins, glowing in the aftermath of a crazy impromptu act of<b> carnal desire. </font></b>There's a lull in the audio playing inside the hall as we make our way to the door. We both stop dead in our tracks and look at each other as we hear the distinct sound of a cellphone ringing and then a muted "Hello" I don't think we got away with it at all, giggle. I'm unrepentant though. I can't help my penchant for fine art and even finer men. And boy, was Ben fine! Even though he didn't come with a warning label. |
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This makes me curious to know what kind of warning label he should have  Everyone is on a different plane of intelligence. Some people's plane has not taken off yet!! 
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@kittyliquor519 "This man will cause spontaneous moistness in the nether regions warning" 
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LOL...you say that like it's a bad thing  Everyone is on a different plane of intelligence. Some people's plane has not taken off yet!!
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