I didn’t know her that well. We had nearly 300 mutual friends on various social networks and yet, I only knew her name; I also knew that I liked her smile and her wit. That’s all I had to go off of, and yet it was enough for me to stay hidden in the shadows of the online world, admiring from afar. That admiration went into high gear when she posted a video online, though. I clicked, and fell heavily in lust.
I love accents, and hers sent my imagination into overdrive. Do you have a favorite accent, one that sends tingles up your spine and makes you crave the sound of it being whispered in your ear? For me, it’s the strong and thick accent of a Southern woman, and that’s exactly what this online persona had. I took the words she mouthed in that video and formed them to my liking, imagining her beautiful brown eyes looking into mine as she told me how sexy she thought I was, how intelligent my words were to her ears. I could see my fingers running through her strong, natural black and red curls, the brown highlights gleaming in the sun as she moaned aloud her appreciation for my ambition, her breasts rising and falling with each breath under her low cut white tee. Her even white teeth shining in the summer sun as she smiles, my lips moving along her sweet jawline, placing my own brand of appreciation along her collarbone.
Of course, being me, my imagination doesn’t stop there. Her voice, normally light and sweet (which belies her fierce temperament and sharp tongue), turns husky as her breathing becomes shallow. It’s no surprise, though, as I’ve begun to turn my affections from her chest to her flat stomach, my tongue dipping ever so softly into the shallow cavity of her navel. I can feel her moan resonating throughout her body as my kisses and hands begin to work on deftly removing her tight blue jeans.
“Taste me, please…now!” Her voice came out in ragged gasps and each point was heightened by her thick accent, which turned me on even more. It sounded like a sweet, succulent drawl. ‘Taste, please’ and ‘now’ ended up with two syllables apiece, and yet it didn’t come across as ignorant. Scarlett O’Hara had nothing on this. I did as I was requested and kissed her sweet pink pearl, softly enveloping it within the closures of my lips, my nose taking in her sweet essence.
“Talk to me,” I begged her in between licks. I wanted to hear that southern alto shiver and shake as I feasted on her pleasure center. Her words kept getting caught in her throat as my lips moved swiftly and softly across her labia, her thighs hugging the frame of my face. I didn’t mind: I judged my performance on how tightly she hugged my head between her legs.
Her words, too, were inspiration. “I…I can’t…I don’t know what to…oooooooooh!” Perfection. She reached down and grabbed the back of my head. She soon stopped looking for words to say and just reacted. “Don’t stop! Please (there went that sexy double syllable word again), keep going! Yes, there, yes!” This was a sensation to both my ears and to my tastebuds. She tasted like freshly baked apple pie, sweet and hot. Her toned thighs lifted up and I could feel her ankles cross behind my back as she continued to be sensually elevated.
The moment came not long thereafter where she reached her peak, her wet pussy lips becoming pressed against my own lips, the shivers beginning in the center of her core and emanating throughout her body; I could feel her heels knocking against my spine. Perfection. She screamed my name aloud, the words coming out throaty and deep as she rocked back and forth against my face. She humped my face from below as I squeezed her ass, helping her to ride wave after wave of ecstasy.
The pressure from her thighs eventually subsided as she came down from her plateau. I looked up at her almond shaped eyes, brightly shining in the sun, as she simply stated three words, “I want more.” With an accent like that, I’d give her anything she wanted, and planned on doing just that as I crawled up to meet her kisses, my pants already around my ankles.