HE WAS DELICIOUS (pt 2)

I couldn't leave you guys hanging for too long now, could I?

So, the morning after is always a tricky one for me. Through previous experiences, I’ve learnt they can play out really well, decent, or awkward as fuck. You know them ones where you may FEEL like you’ve had a really good night and connected, but then the asshole next to you wakes up cold and distant? I really fucking hate that shit. It’s 2022, we can have good connections and fuck without there being any expectations.

Carpe Diem.

You’ll be pleased to know the morning after was a breeze. Smiles from both sides, but to say my breath was kicking would be an understatement. I wanted that dick again. Morning sex is my fave but I was feeling filthy. Today is The Americans last full day and night on the Island; I want some more time with him before he leaves, but we both have excursions booked for the day. I thank him for a good evening, get dressed and take a leisurely stroll back to my room where my chicka was waiting to hear all about it. She isn’t feeling too good from the night before but I spill all the tea, and she is pleased I had a good evening.

Me and my girl end up re-scheduling our excursion because she is not in a good way at all. TA lets me know that someone has dropped out of their excursion and there’s a spot for me if I wanted to come. Trust me, I really wanted to join him and his crew, but I was also feeling guilty about leaving the girls again. Not to mention the alcohol, heat and lack of sleep was beating my ass at this point. I thank him, but decline the invitation and ask what he’s up to later. He tells me he’s rolling to a strip club. ‘Taboo?’ I ask. ‘Yes! I couldn’t think of the name of it’ he replies. I had been wanting to go to Taboo since I heard about it and thought ooh this is the perfect opportunity. He says he is meeting his boy at the hotel bar for drinks at 9. I correct him, ‘We’re meeting bestie at 9 for drinks’.

I meet him outside a lil cabana that’s in-between his building block and mine. I’m feeling spicy in my lil red dress and of course, he is looking just as yummy in a graphic retro print shirt, black trousers and smelling even better than before. The scent has a feminine tone to it; it was giving nostalgic vibes. I’m holding his hand walking down to entertainment as my nose is flaring like a dogs trying to pinpoint the smell. Where do I know this from? He catches me being weird and laughs. I just couldn’t put my finger on the scent and he was refusing to tell me what it was.

I call him a hater and keep it moving.

We arrive at the bar, get some drinks and wait for his friend. It’s karaoke night and there’s a nice mix of awful and good guests throwing down their favourites. This shit was better than X-Factor. His bestie finally joins us, we get some more drinks in, a couple of pink pussies (white rum with grenadine if I remember rightly) and continue to amuse ourselves with the karaoke. The men are still mash up from their excursion so they’re trying to take it easy. I spent my day high and reading my book so I’m feeling a lil tired, but I’m down for some good vibes. Time passes by, the karaoke has finished and we decide to hit the nightclub in the hotel. Not before we head back to my room so I can roll another doobie though. I think I asked about going to Taboo and we all kinda played the ‘yeah let’s see how we feel’ card, knowing damn well we were all too exhausted to make the journey.

The DJ in Pacha had all the bangers, from old to new and the mixture of peoples in the club just made the whole night even better. White, black, old, young, it didn’t matter the energy was HIGH. Our lil threesome was vibing galore. Bestie was on one, dancing with anyone and everyone, he had me in stitches, his aura was too good to deny and everyone in there knew it. I couldn’t keep my hands off TA, this man was igniting parts of my pussy that hadn’t pulsated in years. Like I said, he was delicious. The whines where A1, chemistry is flowing as per, and we’re singing our little hearts out. No holding back, everyone was just being themselves and riding the bludclart wave and that’s the shit I LOVE. The club closes at 2 and all three of us head to the beach. I spark my zoot and take in the scenes. We’re all reflecting, chatting shit as you do and then Bestie heads back to his room.

I mischievously look up at TA, ‘Skinny dip?’. Before he can reply, I’m already stripping off. The cool sea caressing every part of my body, she feels so bloody refreshing. He follows in behind me and I wrap myself around him, smooching him up as he pushes his tip inside of me. If he felt good last night, he’s feeling really fucking good now. I’m holding onto his neck as we play, and I accidentally pull two of his gold sleepers out of his ear. In a panic, I jump off him to try and save them. I catch one, and then drop it again. Its pitch black, I can’t see shit and I’m trying to fish around to find his earrings. He tells me not to worry but I can hear the slight disappointment in his voice, I feel awful.

We decide thats enough skinny dipping for the evening, get our clothes on, and head back to his room. We’re proper salty so we jump in the shower and play time continues. I am bent over whilst he’s hitting it from the back and I’m actually getting a little frustrated at how good this man feels inside of me like, WHAT. THE. FUCK. I’m supposed to just let this man leave tomorrow?!

I dry off and make my way to the bed; we’re not about to sleep yet boo. No fucking way. My legs are spread wide as he eases himself back inside of me. His strokes are pushing deep, not too fast and not too slow. Just how I like it. I grab my phone and ask if its okay to record. He says yes - good man. I accidentally take a picture because a bitch is distracted. Take 2. He affirms if I have started recording yet and I reply with a rather moany ‘Yeesss’. I’m watching him penetrate me inna di real life and on my phone; how scrumptious.

I’m not forgetting this.

I ask him to spit on my pussy. He does as he’s told and begins to rub my clit with his thumb as he’s thrusting himself inside of me. He pulls out and slaps his dick on my clit a few times - I WILL make you a father sir, please. We’re having little conversations in between and this is my favourite kind of sex. I lied to you lot in the previous blog though - I’m sorry. I got my nights confused, it was this night he told me my pussy is pretty; he could see her properly with the flash on my phone. I reply ‘thank you papi’ and ask why he didn’t leave the light on if he wanted to see her properly. He replies with ‘I didn’t know if you were comfortable with that’. I am literally this mans bitch right now.

I thought it couldn’t get any better and then he pulls out, backs off a little and looks at my pussy. ‘Is he about to eat me?’ Yes, yes he fucking is. There’s 1000% a God. He knew how to fucking EAT. Good pussy munchers are my weakness and in my experience not many black men do it, but if they do, they're highly skilled. A lot of the time I would prefer my pussy being ate over sex and man is out here giving me GREAT head, and FABULOUS dick. I definitely deserve it. I lay back in full surrender. That soft beard in-between my legs as his tongue is slurping on my clit, that sexy bottom lip sucking on the tings too. My belly is vibrating as the energy surges through me, the moans are even louder as he grips on my thighs and pulls me in closer.

He finishes doing his thing and its only right I return the favour, let me get to work! I really do love sucking dick, especially when its pretty like his. Words of encouragement never go a miss, he tells me how good I look sucking it. I know Papi, thank you. As I told you before, TA has STAMINA. He slides himself back inside and continues to provide that good loving. I don’t know how many times I orgasmed that night, but it literally got to the point where I was going light-headed and my acid reflux was ready to fuck up the game. He cums, I reach down and take a finger full to taste him (I wasn’t lying when I said DELICIOUS) and our tired asses go to sleep. I don’t even remember falling to sleep. Thats how I know the D was good good, fucking sparko mate.

The Sun penetrates the room after about 4 hours of shut eye and we are both up. The desire to have him inside of me again is STRONG, but my lil narni couldn't take it. I settle for a snuggle and a smooch.

I’m just happy to be here yo.

There were talks about him staying a few more nights, whether this was because of me or whether he just wanted to chill on the island a bit more, I’m not really sure - I don’t like to make assumptions. It was expensive to extend his stay, so I advised him to go home and save his pennies. I went back to my room and got ready for the day as the girlies and I were heading to Ricks Cafe (it was a fucking dope day - I highly recommend). I saw him before our excursion left and we said our goodbyes accompanied with a couple of smooches. How bittersweet.

You’re going to just fuck me like that and then leave the country?

HOW DARE YOU!

That’s it, the Tales of The American have come to a close...

I’ve had so many of you message me about this situation, asking whether we still talk etc. The short answer is yes, we still message. The time difference is a fuckery, and I suppose when home life hits; the bubble pops and reality sets in.

Would I like to see him again? Of course, he was delicious in so many ways - not just the sex! Am I holding my breath? No, I know better. Either way, I have memories that will put a smile on my face for a lifetime.

& That’s what it’s all about!

Until next time, Lovers.

SIS xox