Today I sat in, just surfing the net. I thought of nothing but why have I been feeling so solemn lately. Is it because I haven't been touched that way? Because I haven't been kissed that way? Or is this just boredom from going through the motions of the same routine day in and day out? I had been noticing this name popping up in Yahoo Groups while reading his post, but would never respond, then I remembered he is also on my Yahoo Messenger list. I got up to courage to finally add him and sent him an IM., and he responded bluntly like, " what took me so long to notice him".

I wanted to know about his group, and him, and what was his interest were. They turned out to be the same as mine.

Well, similar anyway.

Damn! I didn't even know what he may look like. The brother may be jacked up in the grill, or worse. So, I ask my usual pointed questions, and ask for a pic, and he complied. Shit, he was sexy, intelligent and packing some serious thingy. A dangerous thingy.

The kind of thingy that make a sista think about doin freaky shit she ain't never thought about doin before. Shit where you been? After chatting online a couple of days sometimes nice, sometimes naughty, we exchanged numbers to talk for real. After a very heated conversation, I decided I needed to meet this man. Shit, he got me so wet over the phone, my softness was literally throbbing and seemed to be crying in my panties. He seemed to be missing some passion in his life too. I couldn't understand why? He was handsome, and had a job, didn't live with his mom, only one baby mamma, and no drama. Thinking about him I decided to see how freaky he really was. I decided to call him at his job to see if he could handle phone sex without loosing it in front of his co workers. The phone rang, and he answers, "Good afternoon, can I help you"? I say, in a sultry voice, "I hope so Mr. Lawson. See sir, my problem is I got out the shower, and I'm here all alone.

I dried off as best I could, but I'm still wet. See sir, my softness is wet and my personal place is swollen and throbbing . I'm laying on my bed, and rubbing it but it isn't helping.

Maybe I'm not doing it right. See I take two fingers, insert them into my mouth, then I rub gently on my personal place in small circles, then back and forth. Now I'm wetting my fingers again, sliding them inside my softness, oooh shit!! God, I'm so playing wet, and hot. I wish you were watching me. Watching me cum. Mr. Lawson would you play with my softness while I tease your big, long, fat length with my tongue? Mr.

Lawson I'm raising my soft place wishing you were inside me, pounding this softness, pushing your hard thingy in deeper and deeper. I can feel you thrusting in and out the friction is making me drip all over the sheets. Oooh Mr. Lawson I'm Cuuumming!!!!! Aaaaiiiiiieeee SHIT"!!!! I'm yelling in the phone, thank goodness somebody invented the earpiece "I'm pinching my nipples Mr.

Lawson. I'm Cumming hard for you Oh shit, Mr.

Lawson. As I catch my breath, I hear him breathing heavily, and saying, "That was unbelievable, Mrs. Smith".

I could tell from the sound of his voice he was having trouble holding himself together, so I said, "Oh thank you Mr Lawson for helping out today. I'll be flying in to finish the deal this weekend", and hung up the phone .

ALWAYS WETT...MZWETT......

TY BOO...