Wasn't feeling especially creative today so I figured I would write a little story taking the lyrics from a number of artists that you may or may not have heard of. I have listed the artists at the very end. This was not as easy as I anticipated due to the fact some of the music is much less mature than others. Still I was able to work with it the best way I knew how. Some musical references are lyrics while others are simply a title to a song. There are 16 in all. If you don't like a lot of 90's music, you probably should not read this entry and instead bend over and fuck your own face. Enjoy!
I was riding down the street in my six four, jocking bitches and slapping hoes. I pulled over to get the scoop where there were knuckle heads outside shooting some hoop. These guys were really balling. I mean, really pumping up the jam. My feet were stomping, the crowd was jumping, and that was where the party was at.
But today, I was interested in a different kind of balling if you get my chauvinistic angle. There happened to be a lot of hot bodies out on this day. I spotted one and instantly labeled her my Cherry Pie. Oh yeah, she was my Cherry Pie, a cool drink of water and such a sweet surprise.
She told me her name was Nikki and propositioned me to accompany her place which was not far. She took me to her castle and I just couldn't believe my eyes. Shad so many devices, everything that money could buy. She said sign your name on the the dotted line, the lights went out, and Nikki started to grind.
Nikki appeared to be a freak to say the least. She had curves like a Coke bottle and a sex drive like a Porsche. But something was telling me to never trust a big butt and a smile, the girl is poison. Being that we had just met, Nikki was momentarily reluctant to pursue what was shaping up to be a glorious afternoon by openly asking me how many other women I had done this with. My reply was direct and to the point, "Why blow up my spot cause we both got hot? I got more Mack than Craig in the bed, believe me sweetie I got enough to feed the needy"
Nikki for some reason became turned on by my direct approach and I could tell based on her smile and subtle but erotic exhale. I pressed on knowing know the more I sex talked her, the more she would be aroused.
"I won't ask and I sure won't beg"
I reached right over and rubbed her leg
"Let my hand slide between your miniskirt. I'll slip a finger in your panties and go to work"
She smiled, took me by the hand, and guided me to her bedroom. The foreplay was almost non-existent as we dove straight into pleasing one another simultaneously. I was reliving my carefree teenage days from the summer of 69 although I was born in 73. Before long we moved onto the main event and were doing it, doing it, and doing it well.
Nikki was experienced but not to the point of making me feel I needed to watch the clock so that she would have time to freshen up for her next appointment. Instead, I was amazed at how her golden hips rocked back and forth and her vacuum-like vaginal muscles sucked the sensation from every appendage save, the one being used. It was as if being hit by a landmine and she had taken my sight, taken my speech, taken my hearing, taken my arms, taken my legs, and taken my soul.
In between various positions and short breaks to inhale enough air to remain conscience I had a moment of clarity that revealed little more than this woman was rocking my world to its hedonistic core. I wanted to be able to return the favor and asked if there was anything she would like from me. Here answer made sense only after I considered the position she was in at the time.
"Left to right, work me all night"
And with the same desperation as an addict trying to make a score she said, "C'mon let's sweat baby"
My self discipline hanging by a thread and the need to show this young Philly all my moxie, I dismounted and spun her around. I now had a full view of her telescoping legs that blended seamlessly into her splendid ass. She looked over her shoulder into my eyes and her glance told me all I needed to know; more dirty talk with a cirque du soleil finish. I was happy to oblige.
"Back that ass up" I commanded her "Call me big daddy when you back that ass up"
Nikki didn't just comply; she approached the final approach like a child trying to get in a last ride at the amusement park. With my left hand holding her hair like ski rope I told her Jimmy needed to finish what he had started. She asked who Jimmy was to which my response elicited another erogenous sigh prompting her to bow her back and slightly spread her legs.
"He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood" I said in my best non-creepy Ron Jeremy voice.
Nikki was under my physical control but I was a slave to her mentally. The only reason I had her under my physical power was because she wanted it that way. She truly loved being dominated and seemed to climax each time a new order was given that was followed by a heavy thrust.
"I could spend my life in this sweet surrender" She muscled out between heavy gasps of air.
"I could stay in this moment forever"
It was at this moment each of us gave into our own inhibitions and worked feverishly towards a triumphant climax. With each thrust I gave Nikki, she would push back harder and faster. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it so that her guttural moans were now directed towards the track lighting, to show her I was in charge. She responded by reaching back with her left hand while bracing herself with her right, and grabbing and scratching my ass in a way that said, "I'm in charge motherfucker and you better not stop".
The orgasm we shared was experienced and new, as we had each cum many times before meeting one another, but never like this. Fighting to stay conscience and not give in to hyperventilating, I focused on what my remaining senses allowed me to take in. As the surrounding elements from outside her bedroom began to fade to black, everything near became enhanced as sound to a deaf man. It was almost as if I could feel every stitch in her 500 count bed sheets, see every shadow cast upon her ceiling, hear every chamber of my own heart beat, and smell... the smell was that of teen spirit.
Two hours later I awoke to a dimly lit room and a note on the counter of her bathroom. It simply read, "Thanks, you were great"
I understood all of the unwritten words and had to smile. She totally understood that I'm just a gigolo and everywhere I go people know the part I'm playing. She had flipped the script on me by providing me the best sex of my life, and bailing before I ever had a chance to ask her to a normal night out. Had she been still there and I, a gentleman; I would have tipped my hat and said, "Well played Madam"
With that I dressed, took in the aroma of our hasty rendezvous and whispered to a small picture that Nikki had of herself in the picture album left open on her coffee table, "Thank you my darling Nikki, you were the best".
1. NWA
2. Technotronic
3. Warrant
4. Prince
5. Bell Biv DeVoe
6. Notorious B.I.G.
7. Too Short
8. Bryan Adams
9. LL Cool J
10.Metallica
11. C + C Music Factory
12. Juvenille
13. Motley Crue
14. Aerosmith
15. Nirvana
16. David Lee Roth
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