I think he sensed my doubts and replied "This is not a prank Alex. it's really me. I'm back in Nigeria baby....How are you?". Now my heart starts racing....okay, apart from the little SPRINT my heart did when I finally figured out a name for my upcoming book, the last time my heart did the MARATHON, my legs were actually quivering around his own waist as I straddled him with pure unbridled ECSTASY. Ah! right! When I think of Matthew, the carnal imagery is pretty much his NAKED body next to mine, communicating things I never knew, I never knew.....Oh dang! If only you all really knew. Hahahah.
Anyway, I replied coolly "Oh wow, welcome back Matthew...." (Even though I was giddy with excitement, i'm really not the type to love loudly). I don't always wear my HEART on my sleeve and it's pretty easy for most people to assume I do not care...."Hey Baby, what's wrong? Aren't you excited to hear from me?" he said....I'm TEMPTED to hunt him down and use my stilettos on his head of curly hair or I might as well slap him around with my breasts (if I'm able to somewhat convince myself I could easily push around a manly man of 6 feet plus), then again his reflexes are pretty good.... I might erroneously find my NIPPLE trapped in his mouth....and we wouldn't want that sort of DISTRACTION now, would we? I try not to chuckle at my ever cryptic imagination and FOCUS on my momentary anger....Ehen! There it is ...."Matthew, I haven't heard from you in more than a year....Am I supposed to throw down a party?" (Actually I did want to throw a party, and shimi all the way from Iyana Ipaja to Queens drive....The Alleluyah shimi....Don't you know it? (Hands TWISTED in the air and waving it like I just don't care) Lol.
Matthew was a member of the Elite society....he wasn't just an ordinary good looking chap) He was a society man, an accomplished, highly RESPECTED and sort after power broker, let's not add a powerful dresser to the mix....an exquisite celebrity with an intense mind.... but it wasn't always the beauty of seeing him decked out in the finest clothes, I admired. I liked him better dressed NAKED, completely nude, no barrier between us....just his velvety soft VANILLA skin tempting my patience as I run my hands all over his body and watch him wrestle the CHILLS I send his way with my fingers. I loved that about him....He was EXPRESSIVE and pretty much the only man who was willing to let me have some form of control in the bedroom, and was willing to try just about anything with me. There were no routines, no boundaries, no hang ups and certainly no JUDGEMENT....Every time was different. Standing feet on the floor, his back to the wall, my tummy on the bed, ass in the air.... legs behind his head, naked, 69, eagle SPREAD....and no point was he ever disconnected. What the hell! I turn purple....
"C'mon Alex, you didn't want to see me remember, you told me to stay away from you, to give you and Mr lover-man a chance....What's his name again, the Actor?" OMG, his words breaking my reverie.... I knew he was talking about Tiger (not his real name) but I wasn't about to offer Matthew his name and give him a chance to prod further....and I certainly wasn't about to think of the fact that I actually SACRIFICED my chance to really be with him, for a man, who up till this moment hasn't understood the depth of the things I had to sacrifice for him....But this isn't about Tiger, don't even want to think about him....This is about the only man I have actually experienced complete SOUL SEX with and he just performed his re-appearing act....almost as if he could read my thoughts....he asked "So how's your book coming along? I've been following...." Huh? Surprised, I replied "How do you know about my book?" "Honey, I read your blog every other day and I'm very proud of you...." Oh goodness gracious, this is the 3rd ex who has talked about my book and my blog this week. Yemmie actually thinks my style of writing is "Very Interesting" Like seriously....(Okay, that's post for another day). Though, I find it a little freaky that my exes don't mind reading my varied thoughts about other exes, my weird sexcapades, mancading et all. Ha!!! "Anyway, I'm very proud of you Naked Alexandra...." he said. Hahahah....I burst into a fit and crack up. I guess I totally have forgotten how WITTY and affectionate, he can be.
I'm not sure if it's my HORMONES or that time of the month, but it's working....Whatever spell Matthew is spewing across the phone line, its working on me like MAGIC. I'm giggling and chuckling and my baby voice is out in full gear....Yes! I've become a cuddly tweeny tamed KITTEN in a matter of minutes, and after 45 minutes of catching up, and flirting....he dungs it in the net....POW...."Alex, I have missed you like crazy, you know you need to feed me, honey...." I don't know if it's the way he says my name, or its the loving endearment he attaches to such a MISCHEIVOUS statement ('Feed me' is our little secret code for ORAL sex). All I could think of was his head buried between my thighs, licking my honeycomb and telling me how SWEET I tasted. And yes, he gives the best head ever. No teeth and certainly none of those epileptic SLOPPY swirling, some men do to irritate the FUCK out of you. Lol. You know what I mean na....
No, he's the type that shows you he's hungry for all of you as he eats your little MARINATED pinky....Yes, Matthew is a gifted PUSSY man. Believe me, his head never comes up for air until I CUM all over his mouth and he laps up every single drop of my juice, like it's monkey business. Phewww!!! I whimper and he asks "What are you thinking baby?" I'm not sure if I should tell him the truth, but typical of me....I give myself away. "I just thought about me feeding you for a second...." "Honey, I'm starving...." he throws back and I CACKLE. I know that line too well and I can even picture his finger teasing his 9 inches of hard steel....You read that right....Picture a 9 inch veined muscular COCK....and what wouldn't I give right now to have his meat in my mouth....Aaarrrggggh! I guess I must be hungry too.... So he asks "Aleeeex, you are pretty quiet....what am I doing in that imagination of yours?" I broke into a mischievous smile and thought to cut the chase, it's Matthew, I know he can handle the real me. So I whisper gently "Matt, you are actually buried 6 feet in my snatch".....this time, he chuckled loudly, "You are craaaazy woman, Alex.... and you know I like super sexy crazy...." (TO BE CONTINUED....)
Do you think Matthew is right about me, Lovelies? Do you really think I'm crazy? Do share your thoughts.....I'm dying to see myself through your eyes.....
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