Mr. Unexplainable

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♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ Have you ever had something so unique and so good that there were no words to describe it? Mm-hmm. Something you can not fathom or seem not real.

Has that something never been a person? Mm-hmm. Call me Mr.

Unexplainable. Since the first day we met, I instantly burrowed my way into your every thought. You said it was because I was tall, dark, and you liked my smile.

Mr. Unexplainable, or Brandon. That's my real name.

Got full, sexy lips, a dimple in my chin, dark eyes, and a voice deep enough to drive a woman's panties. Ha. You had my attention, and I had yours from the first day we met.

Oh, we worked together. You usually don't mix business with pleasure, but that was something about me. We met on our first day at work.

We didn't exchange a word. Our body language said it all. The chemistry between us was undeniable.

In our interactions, they started slow. A glance here and there, but none too much. It quickly turned into sarcasm and likely pick and fights with each other.

You made the first move by finding my email address and sending me a message. It said, the next time that we see each other, you should try to be a little nicer to me. I absolutely will, I responded.

After two weeks of emailing, we exchanged phone numbers to get more personal, and I could tell you was nervous. I was the first man you were connected with after coming out of a very long relationship. But shit, our conversation flowed so naturally.

It was so organic, like we knew each other previously, possibly in a past life or something. We soon discovered many similarities in our personalities, like music. We were both our own bodies, and we both liked sex.

It didn't take long to see we were both very sensual and heavily attracted to each other. I was surprised by your honesty and how openly you spoke to me. You were very receptive to my suggestive hints.

You had been single for three years. She was hungry. From the very beginning, my words had you shook.

You are an extremely confident woman in the bedroom, but you haven't met a man who can challenge you sexually. But I had you thinking. I had you wanting.

I had you needing me intensely. One night I told you, I know what I'm capable of doing to you, and I don't know if you can handle my sexual appetite. You playfully responded like, is that right? You don't know that side of me, so I'll accept your ignorance on the subject.

I like when you talk that shit. As little did I know, you were a caged lion that's ready to bounce on me. You haven't had the desire to have sex in a very long time.

I mean, until you met me. No sneaky links, no smash bodies, no rasta, no nothing. But you were intrigued by me.

I was not your type, but something about me drew you to me like a moth to a flame. I mean, yeah, I'm attractive, but just not somebody you would typically entertain. You could not put your finger on it.

But you know, some things are uncleanable. Two months had passed, and I wasn't sure if you was picking up on my hints. So I was like, fuck it, let me be direct.

Hey, have you ever eaten for breakfast, lunch, and dinner? I asked over the phone. I can tell your mouth fell open.

This was the first time I just got straight to it with no hints. You replied, you have, but you ain't opposed to being a full course meal for someone again. Gotcha.

Gotcha. The small doses of seductive energy you was feeding me was driving me fucking crazy. You had started to send me pictures showing more and more skin, trying to raise my curiosity.

But never a new photo. That was never your thing. I had you wondering if I could back up all this shit I was talking.

Your birthday was coming up, and all you wanted on your birthday was dick from me. You asked me if you could see me for your birthday. I said, hell yeah.

We hadn't spent any alone time together yet. We only talked on the phone over breaks at work. You were hesitant at first, despite our mutual attraction.

I was the second man you would be with sexually as an adult following your breakup. The second man to see you naked. But I was the first man to see you in those stretch marks from your weight gain.

It made you apprehensive. But you were ready. And extremely horny.

You had plans during the day with your family, so you suggested that we spend the night together. You dolled yourself up for me. You bought a new dress and a new lingerie for the occasion.

You packed you an overnight bag with oils and goodies to prepare for whatever the night may lead us. As you awaited my arrival, you could feel your heart pounding through the sheer fabric of your dress and pink panties. I'm five minutes away.

You quickly changed into a black see-through lingerie with matching thigh highs and stilettos. You had no plans of holding back. But shit, one shit you, it's your day.

My bad, did I scare you? I let myself in like you intended me to. The look in my eyes told you I wanted to fuck you before my words could.

Damn, girl. Look at you. You look good as fuck.

You stood posted by the window, the blinds open, letting the moonlight shine, and you smiled at me but said nothing. You let your eyes do all the talking. And they were good at it, too.

I walked over and guided you to the bed. The energy was so thick in the room. Talking time was fucking over.

It was time to back up every word that was said between us. My hands and eyes were gentle yet dominant. My tongue and lips were lethal and did things to your body that you never felt.

I knew exactly what I was doing. My tongue had rhythm and I choreographed an award-winning performance on your clip. The electricity that shot through your body is unexplainable.

The wave of back-to-back earth-shattering orgasms caused your entire body to tremor. I fucking devoured you. While my hands did a synchronized routine all over your body.

You bit yourself to keep you from screaming while you gripped the sheets. I can tell you wanted some dick to taste it. I gave you what you never knew you needed.

As soon as I slid it in and welcomed me, your insides clenched and you came on entrance immediately and forcefully. My stroke was very intentional. I was not playing with you.

I was a savage that came to destroy. Every thrust I gave had subtle power behind it. Your face felt mine.

You was moaning loud as a motherfucker. We climaxed in unison. You laid beside me, tingling, seeing stars and shit.

We both just laid there, resting a bit. A few minutes later I rubbed your thigh. That was just the first round, baby.

I had just done things to you that you never experienced. I mean, yeah, you had plenty of amazing sex in the past, but this was different, you hear me? Your body was floating into another dimension.

Outer body sensation. Your legs were loose and wobbly like jello. Your hands was trembling.

Your head was spinning like you had just laid down from a night of drinking tequila. You tried being still, but you were always restless after sex. Especially if you were still hungry.

And you was always hungry. I took my finger and slowly moved it up and down your thigh. Touching your pussy a little bit every time.

Teasing you. You squeezed your thighs together tightly and tried to suppress the orgasm, but it did not. It doesn't do nothing.

Gotcha. Gotcha. Your eyes drifted down to my erection, slowly rising before your eyes.

You smirked at the sight of it. You wanted to touch me. You wanted to put your lips against mine, but you didn't want to say you thirsted.

Being our first time together, you were still adjusting to being this way with me. It had been years since you had casual sex, so this was still all new to you. At that moment, you started to feel so vulnerable and insecure.

You wrapped your arms around yourself. You began to overthink. Did he like it? Did I feel good to him? Was your grip still holding his magic? Had you lost your touch? You knew that would work for one man, might not work for another, so those thoughts ran through your mind.

Insecurity was a new feeling for you, and you did not like it. I didn't say anything immediately after I just looked at you. That had to be a good thing, right? As you lay beside me, lost in your thoughts, I started to caress your body, because I was ready.

Your heart began to race and I could feel it. Adrenaline pumping. You turned on your side, intentionally rubbing your sensitive nipples against my arm.

Chills ripped through your body. I chuckled at your body's reaction to me and smirked in a devilish grin. Yeah, yeah, I'm cocky, but I'm just your type.

You inched closer to me and rubbed your hand slowly down my chest, enjoying how well my skin slid smoothly under your fingertips. You gently scratched your nails down my arm, stomach, and pelvis, with your lips following behind them. That shit made my legs twitch.

You lightly touched my shaft and it instantly jumped to attention. I could tell you was nervous. You ain't get your head in a long time, but you shook off that second guessing itself doubt.

You squeezed it in your hand. Precum started to come out. And you graciously lowered your mouth onto me.

You wrapped your lips around my crown and let the warm air escape your mouth. You worshipped my crown and gave it the royal treatment, taking your time on my head. You slid your mouth up and down further until your lips kissed my pelvis.

My legs vibrated as you pushed me further deeper and deeper down your throat. I was loving this. You loved how comfortable I fit in your mouth.

It made it much more fun to please me. I grabbed your ass and played in your hair while you savored every inch of me. My legs stiffened and I raised my hips, fully extending to your mouth.

You dripped down your thighs with arousal. You loved this shit. I reached down and pulled you up, putting us in the 69 position.

Our hands massaged each other, tongues circling, and nose ran unison. We were both about to cum. You did your best to give me what I needed.

You tried to fight through it, but your body was weak. Your sucks became more and more shallow, slower. Your foot began to tap uncontrollably.

You were losing this erotic battle. Your hips squirmed. You tried to run from it, but I wouldn't let you go.

I held your waist tighter, locking me in. You started to slowly grind that pretty pussy against my tongue. I don't know the way you tasted on my lips, but shit.

I met your motion with my own motion, grinding myself into your mouth until I erupted. You opened your mouth. I held my position, licking every drop of you until you collapsed, sliding your body on top of mine's.

This night would be the first of more saturated nights between Mr. Unexplainable and the sex goddess you were. I had no idea what I was getting myself into.

Yes. Yes, I can breathe. I can.

Yes, I can. Yes, I can. Yes, I can.

Yes, I can. Yes. Yes.

Yes. Yes. Yes, I can.