The Stud Palace by Cairo Page A

my own would have him bolting out the door, stamping me a lesbian—which I am not. Well, at least that’s not what I consider myself. I am bicurious. Well, at least I think I am. I mean, although I have these sexual fantasies, I do not know if I would ever act on my desires. The visions in my head are enough for now to take me to the edge of an orgasm, then cause my pussy to erupt in delight.
    Like my fantasy of being stretched out on the bed with my legs spread wide, thick pillows tucked under my hips with my firm, round ass perched upward, my asshole glistening from my lover’s tongue-fuck, it buried deep in my ass—its snugness gripping each stroke of her tongue. A wave of heated desire sweeps through me as she slides two fingers into my wet cunt as it beckons to her. Instinctively, I reach behind me and pull open my ass cheeks, giving her all of me. And, before long, my ass and pussy are lovingly stuffed with tongue and fingers; both holes excitedly twitching and gripping her.
    Kareem grunts, then groans, causing me to look up at him. He is ruining my fantasy. Sweat drips from his face. “Goddamn, this pussy’s motherfuckin’ good. . . . Aaah, fuck . . . pussy’s squeezing all over this dick. Shitgoddamn . . .!”
    Ohgod, I gotta get him to hurry this up!
    I clutch Kareem into me, nails digging into his flesh, urging him to hurry the hell up so I can finish myself off in the bathroom. “Fuck me deep, baby . . .” My hand goes back to my clit, then to my dick-stuffed pussy, allowing juices to splatter over my fingers. I pull them to my mouth and suck on them, imagining my juices to be that of my lover’s tangy sauce. In my head, positions have changed. We are in the sixty-nine. She is eating my pussy. I am eating hers. And we both moan and cum and cum some more.
    “Yeah, baby, take this dick,” Kareem growls in my ear, jolting me from my fantasy. “. . . fat, deep pussy all wet for Daddy, huh?”
    Not! But ohhhkay . . . if you say so!
    With my left hand, I use my forefinger and middle finger to rapidly press on my clit, then swirl my fingertips over it. My right hand goes up to my left breast. I pinch my nipple between my fingers, imagining my lover lightly pulling it with her teeth. Instantly, my cunt becomes a hot, steamy volcano spurting out creamy lava.
    “Ooooooh, yesssss,” I moan as I squeeze my eyes shut again to the memory of my imaginary lover. Kareem plunges in deep, then pulls out to the head, then plunges back in. He repeats this four more times, taking my moaning as an indicator that he’s dishing up the dick. I continue on, “Oooh, yes, I’m so wet for you, baby! Uhhh, fuck me . . . mmmmm . . . you make my pussy feel so good, baby.”
    It’s all a lie. Well, not the part about being wet. I am wet; so, so very wet. My pussy lips are sloppy and drenched in my juices; just not from him. Fact is, I am bored to death, sexually. No seriously. The last three years, three months, ten days, and twelve hours have been hell, filled with absolute frustration and being tired of trying to teach Kareem how to satisfy me to no goddamn avail! Don’t get me wrong, I love him. No, really I do . . . with all that’s in me. But I don’t love shit about his sex game. Well, not anymore that is. More lately than not, Kareem’s become a dud in the sheets! And, sadly, I’ve come to realize that he’s simply not freaky enough for me.
    For instance, I always let him nut in my mouth after a dose of good dick sucking and I swallow him clean. Yet he won’t kiss me afterwards unless I brush my teeth and tongue, first. Like really? Are you serious? So, guess what? I’ve stopped sucking his dick as often. And now, when I do suck him off, I no longer swallow or let him nut in my mouth. Nope. Now he has to nut on my titties or on my face. Then he won’t eat my pussy after he’s splashed his cum inside of it. He thinks it’s nasty. Whatever! Then he won’t wear a cock ring, or let me