You Just Need Motivation by @DrJayJack

24
Jun
2011
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The man who needs no description is back to bless us with some Friday nastiness. Enjoy and overshare in the comments.



Driving home from a club, I decided to take the Westside highway up to Harlem. Quickest way in my opinion, and less chance of hitting a checkpoint. I like the Westside highway, I’m not from NYC, I’m from Fresno, and it’s a pleasure to look out and see the city, but also not be stuck at a light. A thought ran across my mind, so I picked up my cell phone and attempted to send a text to Amber. I fumbled around with the touch screen on my iPhone before managing to get this out, “Hey, are you up?” It was late, I probably shouldn’t be doing this. I rarely contact this woman outside of the hours of 2AM and 4AM, but you know what, is she going to tell anyone that? Probably not. Surprisingly, she texts me back, “Yeah, why?” You have to love it when a woman who you only have sex with tries to make you ask politely. “I was trying to come through,” I replied.

A few minutes went by and I was about to be getting off at my exit and I finally got a response back from her, “I hate you boy! But I can’t I have work in the morning.” If there’s any such thing as a desperation heave it was the fact that at this point I had nothing to lose and only had one more trick up my sleeve. She loves to hear my voice, so I called. I didn’t expect her to answer since she was already in bed. After a few rings, she picked up,

What?” She sounded annoyed, but she picked up.
“Hey, but you know, we both have work in the morning.” Here goes nothing…
“Yes, but I don’t do well when you come over here, I’m always hurting in the morning.”
“Well, that has nothing to do with sleep now does it?”
“Funny, you’re real funny. Where are you coming from anyway?”
“Don’t try that shit, don’t try and change the subject so you can get out of this, I’m about to be at your spot in a few.”
“But I said no.”
“When you said that in my mind I heard, yes.”
“I’m not even in the mood right now…”
“You just need motivation.”
Really now?”
“Yeah, well what are you wearing right now?”
“Tee shirt and some boyshorts.”

I hung up the phone. She called back.

“I think my phone got cut off.”
“Take off the boyshorts.”
“Why?”
“Just take them off.”
“OK, they’re off.”
“Take off the boyshorts.” You know they lie, say they do, but don’t.
“FINE! They’re off.”

“Play with her. Tell her I miss her. Tell her I said I haven’t seen her in some time, and I know she misses me too. Make sure you do it like I would though. Lick your fingers, slide them down over your,” I could hear her breathing heavier, “yeah like that, go all the way to the back, and back up to your,” I could hear her moan a bit, “yeah like that, now I want you to go around her, slightly inside, but not far enough to count, just along the rim…”

“Now I want you.”

“Yeah, I know, but how?”
“I want you deep, long, rough, I want you to pull my hair.”
“And?”

“I want you to thrust into me from behind. Bite the back of my neck.” You could hear she was trying to hold the phone between her ear and shoulder. “Then I want you pull my hips towards you, I want you to hurt me. Can you hurt me please?

“I can do that. I promise you I can do that.”

“In and out, and in and out, turn me over and then I want to take the head and rub it all over me, up on my clit, and almost until I cum, then put it back in. Deep… long… strokes… over and over again.”

“Damn… can I run my hands over your breasts, and pull your hips into me, running my hands over your body until I grab hold of your shoulders and push it to the limit. Push it deeper … and faster … watching the look on your face” I could tell that she was about to cum from the sound of her breathing, the breaths got shorter, the moans went from a low pitch to a much higher one now. “Say my name.”

“Christian…”
“Like you mean it.”
“Christian!” She said it a little louder.
“Louder…”
CHRISTIAN! Oh… my… God… “ She yelled out — and then a deep exhale. The sound of the air coming out her mouth sounded as if she was sitting in front of a fan. “I think I messed up my bed.” Her voice came back.

We both shared a laugh and then I replied, “Yeah, I’m outside, open the door.”



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