Memoirs of a Lioness

A Stroke to Midnight It was August 10, 2007. Darnell and I have been dating for six weeks, two days, nine hours, thirty minutes, and fifteen seconds. I counted each day and moment I was with this amazing man and on his damn sexual diet. When he invited me over to his condo I knew where the night was headed. I anticipated the day it would happen. I arrived to his downtown Chicago condo around 7:00 at night. His condo had this breath taken view. You could see most of Lake Michigan. With the lights shining off the water it was so beautiful. It set the mood for the night to come. Darnell was the romantic type. He had candles lit all around the condo. They were all of my favorite colors and scent. He was playing the new Brian McKnight CD. I set on the couch next to him. He looked so good. He had on silk pajamas pants set. The color matched his dark smooth skin. It was also my favorite color, deep red which was a major turn on. We talked for hours it seemed. He told me more stories of how he had always dreamed of being a doctor. I told him how I always wanted to own my own bakery. Before I knew it I was the one cooking. Darnell looked into my eyes, studying my emotional state. He started with saying are you sure you’re ready for this. We can wait longer. There is no hurry, because once we go here the emotional attachment between will be enhanced and more intense. He said in a deep concerned voice are you sure? I said “Yes,” I want this now. Darnell kissed me softly down my neck. His hands were so soft and gentle. He rubbed them up and down my thighs in sync with the soft music in the background. With each stroke he gave a gentle squeeze. Slowly he laid me down on the couch, he undressed me with precision. First, he removed my shirt to expose my light pink lace bra that housed my coco breasts, teasing them with kisses on my cleavage. Second, he unzipped my pants, exposing my matching light pink G-string panties. He pulled me to a standing position, removed my pants, and then asked me to model my underwear for him. I took it as a challenge, I love challenges, and did as he asked. I turned to face him swaying from side to side to the romantic music playing in the background, rubbing my hands up and down my thighs, and across my breasts. I got so involved I pulled my hair clip out to allow my long sandy brown hair to hang loose down my back. I heard men like that sort of thing...you know the visual affect. This must be true because he had this sexy grin on his face. I walked towards him and placed my knee between his legs on the couch. I leaned over to him and proceeded to kiss his lips long and slow. Just as he was ready to capture me in an embrace I stepped back, not allowing him to touch to me. I wanted the tease to seduce him. It had been eight weeks since I had a release and I wanted it now. I grabbed the sides of my G-string panties and pulled them down exposing my nicely trimmed garden then covered it back up slowly. I looked in his eyes with sexual desire and said “you want it now”. He grabbed me and pulled me down on him. He placed his hands in the small of my back, pulling me into a close embrace. He grabbed my hair, gently pulling it to expose my neck to him. His hold on my body got tighter with the hunger of his kisses. I wrapped my arms around his neck. He flipped me over and removed my bra. He placed my breasts into his mouth, taking long sucks off of them. He licked slowly around the nipples. Both hands held them up to his mouth. He sucked and licked them like it was candy on a stick making the nipples stand at attention. He whispered “I want you”. I replied “take me”. He grabbed the delicate threads of my G-strings and ripped them off. He placed pillows under the small of my back and laid me back in a sitting position on the couch. He positioned his body in a kneeling position on the floor. Placed my legs up in the air with him between them, kissed them one at a time. Slowly, softly, he took his time. He reached my inner thighs kissing and teasing until he reached my garden of joy.