MR. OMEGA- Final Chapter

Just to think Mr. Omega himself was spotted on one of my web-love sights. There he was, full smile and a profile perfect picture to remember. He was dark, sensous looking, attentive, fresh looking, and did he have a set of soup coolers on him! Yum-Yum-Yum!

I exhale in pure expressions of calmness, of admiirable qualities. I don't even knw him, nbut my mind tells me...act now! Send him your telephone number. Well, Lady, this hasn't happened in the past few times you have tried this love search. I can recount maybe two to four times exchanging telephone numbers for me was usual.

But I did it the last serious time it ended up turning out to be nothing because the brother lacked chemistry. But Mr. Omega, who turns out to be number two is so ideal.

I say ideal in the sense (not knowing him) that he is the desired age, desired height, desirable qualities he shares in his conversation about his respect for family and the world wide love he has for the special lady in his life, his mother.

I was always taught that if a man loves his mother, he will love and respect his wife. Listening to Mr. Omega, this seems to be his intent. Especially when he shared that he speaks with her at least 2-3 times per week. Its not that often I hear that from a man's mouth.

Mr. Omega is someone my sisterfriend dreamed of weeks ago, but it was for her, so she thought. As I write this, I smile, because each of us are search for Mr. Omega, the completion.

I hope that Mr. Omega and I will go forward with love, respect, and the perfect union.

I am tired of the game.

Night Before We Sleep

We start off webcamming each other, each time exposing little parts of our body. Over time, we continued this nightly before we would retire to sleep.

We would met up at 10pm, each nite. I in tow with my glass of wine and previous long hot bathe, and one fat joint. Feeling good as usual, as the grass was green enough for me to have me feeling extra horney. This time, I imagined him coming over instead of continuing on this camera. I was needed to feel him, this has been going on for about 3 months now and I square to you, I have cobb webbs in my pussy walls.

You see we are getting married, soon and we made a committment to not have sex until we married. We feel in love so fast over the course of time we met, that I waited it out for him. I guess with a past like mine, it did make a difference for me to see the package, which was long and had such a full round dick head. Yummy!

Since we announced our engagement, we have started having webcam sex because we can't wait to be together. Nobody knows this, but it has been fun. I wear all kinds of sexy lingirie and toys, he would stroke his long hard juicy dick for me.

I couldn't wait to taste it. My honey dip would take show me his tongue tricks by using different fruits and whip cream. I couldn't wait until he took my whole body in his mouth and shower me with his tongue.

The night before we got married, we stayed on the same compound. My cottage was to the east and his to the west. We both carried our computer with us. After all the festivities we over, we all retreated to our respectable sleeping quarters.
This night, while I was meeting with my husband to be on our webcam, I was lying on my back so that my pussy was facing the camera and massaging my lips.

As I was doing this, all of a sudden my soon to be husband came running with his dick in hand. Yummy!

I ain't cumming with u!

Here i sit, another day in the other room after having you fuck me. or so call fuck me by your terms. what kind of shit is it that you no longer eat my pussy. did you know thats what made sex with me good with you. did you know that your dick is so short that it after just a few strokes of my pussy, it gives way to you cumming. leaving me looking at the ceiling and tears running down the side of my eyes. did you not know that i need to cum too! you self-ish, short dick motherfucker.

and i wonder often why i find myself morning after morning in the other room watching other folks fuck. only wishing it were me in the damn dvd movie. it seems i can't cum fucking you. and yes, i done told your ass over and over again, but you seem to try to pacify me with that "i'm gonna work on it shit"

well, first things first....
1. i aint had a missionary style fuck from you ever cause your belly is too big

2. your dick ain't long enough to reach me for a true spoon fuck

3. your dick ain't long enough for you to sit in front of me either- so stop trying that shit

4. you had one of the best damn tongues ever, unless I was naive when we met

5. i gave your little dick ass a try and you still don't even try to satisfy

6. i done had enough of the "X" style fucking so you can get your short-nut off, whilst I sit and look at the ceiling

7. as you noticed, i've been too sleepy to climb on your of your ass, my fucking legs hurt after riding your ass. And matter of fact, I still don't cum! Why walk around like I been riding a horse, when damn well, I am clogged up with cum!

Last Nite

I dropped off my girlfriend, G, after a day at the beach. She had so much drama dealing with her vehicle that we decided to hang at the bay until it was time to pick it up.

We complained about how the sky looked so gray and it looked as if tropical storm Bertha was headed our way. I stuck my feet in the ocean and man, was it cold.

We brought along some wine and a couple of cups to enjoy our stay. I told her that I had a surprise for her...two men! G was such a simple girl, who had lived such a sheltered life. I sent a text message to my friend, who was a tall thick-accented Rasta. With such large hands, I knew that he had a package to my liking.

He looked like a Blair Underwood Rasta! O Lawd!

They met us to the beach.