When a tweep asked, "What is the reason for lingerie vele?" I began thinking about what we used to think when we were children when we saw Bold and the Beautiful and days of Our Lives where Brooke, Taylor and Marlena were always flaunting their bodies to their men in these silky and lacy bits of clothing. The definition for lingerie is "fashionable and typically alluring undergarments including flexible, stretchy, sheer, or decorative materials like Lycra, nylon (nylon tricot), polyester, satin, lace, silk and sheer fabric. However, certain cotton or synthetic undergarments can also be considered to be lingerie." according to Wikipedea anyways. Well I also thought of our local scene, no one wears lingerie in our soapies, except Dineo. So this tweep was right to ask such. When did we need alluring undergaments as our black men barely even see the colour of your underwear, typically once you start kissing it leads to tearing off of clothes (him on top) and heavy breathing, some fingering and weak foreplay then inside it goes. That cannot be life!!
When I refer to black women. I speak about us south african ladies who have stretch marks, kiwi and cellulite. The elders say its the food we eat that causes our bodies to ripen so abruptly that we get serious stretchmarks. Its the weirdest thing though, even small (size 32) will have some cellulite and also a stretch mark in the love handles area or the but area. I went to an All Girl School so I know a lot of bodies. I'm big girl and I know my flaws. But I have never felt my flaws during sex. If you do, understand its your own fault not the guy. I joined #TeamLightsOn and #TeamHowDoYouWantMeBaby when the following finally sunk in: If a nigga loves you, he will love you through your imperfections and love you because of them, kiss them, breathe on them and walk his fingers on the humps of your skin.
So why not award him with lingerie hey? Not because he did anything in particular. But because he kisses you on the forehead after making love, or he holds your hand as you are in height of sexual arousal, because he holds you when you are cold and wipes your tears when you cry. There is a look in his eyes that you will only get if he longs for you, to pull your hair and to grab your titties. And lets face it. Our men love some jiggly bits and see it as a test of their strength if they can satisfy a thicker woman. My girls always share tips and tricks of how to be sexy and generally brush it off saying lingerie is expensive. I think whats so sexy is the tension in taking it off the bits and lace adds the thrill and the excitement.Oh ya, its okay to spend money on your relationship. Its your investment. Trust me, you will get it back multiplied.
As I lay on his bed one morning,thinking of the great things he did to me the previous night. He had to go work and said he will be back before lunch. I had told him that would not happen, and it did not. One thing i try never to moan about is his work, he loves it and I love him, so i should love his work as well. I had the day to myself and thought to my self what I must do the whole day. You see, I had told mom I had a work trip so I was stuck here the whole weekend. After cleaning and cooking I opened a bottle of wine and soon I was asleep watching the Muvhango omnibus. He woke me with a kiss on the lips and a rose brushing the side of my face. "I could come home to this everyday" he said with a chuckle. "To a snoring, ugly woman drooling on your couch?" I replied with a yawn. He smiled and kissed my nose saying I was perfect, even with my snoring. We fooled around a bit then gave him a Castle Lite and afetr the game I gave him supper and curled up next to him. Just talking about this at work, greetings from his mom etc
While he was washing the dishes and catching up with more Sports highlights *rme*. I went to the bedroom to set up for something I call, the Brooke in Me. I put on a playlist with Beyoncé 4 - Dance for you, Maxwell and Boy 2 Men etc. Took off my leggings and vest and put on a black thong with pink ribbon and matching corset with straps running in a zig zag in the middle, I bought at a Truworths sale. It wasn't proper lingerie but it will have to do till I could afford the real thing. I switched off the main lights and lit the side lamps only. Spraying perfume all over the room and put the rose he got me on the bed, I put on some eye make up. I tied my hair up and took out the bottle of Durex Play lube and placed it on the side table along with chocolate whispers... I was shitting in my pants so scared of what I was planning. How would he respond though? Probably kiss me like he normally does or shag me like he normally does. I put on his gown and went to the other room, to check if it was the right time or not. It wasn't. I poured a glass of wine for my nerves and took the tub of ice cream and started eating it slowly. Teasing him by looking at him and licking the spoon till I was horny enough to no longer wait so I went to him and sat on top of him (Ingasangitsinyi kanje iCorset ngaphansi) facing him and fed him some ice cream while kissing him. Letting the melting cream drip on him and kissing it off while touching him softly. I felt my blood rush all over my body. Don't know if it was the wine or the growing heat between us. I got off him and went to put the ice cream in the fridge. "Sengyolala Mr" and winked at him and ran into the bedroom. I took off the gown, I put on my sexy black suede boot heels (he bought these for me) and sat on the study table facing the bed crossing my legs, fixed my cleavage and pressed play on the laptop and waited...
Heart racing as I hear him switching off the TV and lights. He was coming in at any second now. He enters in the room and stops, his eyes searching for safety. He was in my kraal now. No escaping until everyone is sexed enough. "Hi there" I said as I reached up to kiss him on the lips, walking backwards, leading him to the bed. While he catches his breath I remove his clothes with poise and calmness in my motion. He touches me, my corset, running his fingers on the black lace and pink ribbon. I sit him on the bed and put the rose in his mouth, "If you dare drop this rose... " with a serious look in my eyes, he nods in a trance of the unknown. I'm sure he is thinking what is this girl doing. I turn the music up and start singing along with Alicia Keys (Fire we make) and I sing and dance slowly in front of the study table. The beat possessed my body, moving in a sexual rhythm and touching myself. Flashes of Ciara, Beyonce and Kelly Rowland came to me and (thanks to the wine) I only heard the music and the juices filling up beneath me. Closing my eyes, mourning and licking my lips till the end of the song. I walked slowly to him, sweating and desperation across his eyes. The rose firmly as I had left it. Hands clutching the bed spread. The dick, rock hard and already pre-cum accumulating on the tip. I kissed it, not deeply just for my wet warm salava to cover it with the underneath my tongue slowly down his shaft and blowing it softly going up. Ngyamthanda lobhuti, I cant help it. I enjoy him, his taste, his skin and his affection. Do not go down on a nigga if you do not enjoy it.
His breathing had taken a new rhythm and with his inhaling I take him in deeper, enjoying the power I have in this position. I figured I should let this nut get out of the way otherwise he will be too distracted to enjoy the rest. I climbed on top of him and breathed in as I put the tip in then pressed that hard cock on my happy bean, it was so wet that it just slid in and I was swirling on him. I compressed it so that my pussy locked around him for ten seconds (Cosmo taught me this) and he sighed holding the tension and I removed the rose and kissed him passionately. I put his head in my neck and whispered "Come for me sthandwa sam" I moved harder and faster "Ngyakufuna baby... Woza... Come for me" and he let it out I felt the heat and the sweat goblets on his forehead and his skin crawling with goose bumps. I held him with his dick still inside me. He whispered how much he loved me and we kissed sweetly. I rolled over to the side of the bed, only my corset on now. Grabbing the massage lube, I put some on him and rub his back, "Tell me what you want baby" I said as I eased his stressed shoulders, and kissing him where I saw fit. he told me, he wants to make me happy.
I went to get my wine and when I came back, I leaned on the door and wait for him to catch a glimse of me. "You said something about making me happy..." he had this naughty look in his eyes and he looked at the D growing. I smiled and told him its the lube. we rubbed more on our bodies actually came in the process as he slid it in and out of my punani. I sat on him and told him to lie back. I untangled the ribbons, revealing my breast and he threw it away, reached up to grab his twins and rubbed my nipples till hard and erect. Before I gave him the power. i put some lube and turned my body (trying to do it sexy) away towards his feet. Separating his legs I put lube on his balls and massaging them sensitively, his dick stood fully erect. In my mind I wanted to put the finger in his bum but figured maybe not yet, so I ran my acrylic tips on the veins on this hard dick in front of me and let my fingers run down below the area where the dick shaft and scrotum meet and just ran it in a circle felt his penis fill hard with blood I heard him shreak in a heavy sigh, not clear if its pain or pleasure. Ngiyenzan indoda yabantu. I sucked the tip of his penis, that I knew he enjoyed, and I felt him pull me so that my bum was closer to his face. I relaxed my senses and before I knew it, I was in my first 69. Its incredible because as you provide the ultimate pleasure you also receive it.
He fucked me with his fingers, nose and tongue, I felt dizzy and all I managed to do was ensure my mouth remained around his cock... My hands were gripping the sheets so hard. I collapsed next to his dick when he blew and licked towards the bum hole. Even my fingertips had tingling spasms. He rolled me over and I gasped loudly as he penetrated me and thrusting in at a rapid pace. My back arched and my knees in a squat. he was my Lord and I was his peasant. He talked to me as he fucked me, I don't remember answering all i could say was his name. He commanded me to tell him I loved him. "I Love you!!" say it in Zulu "Ngyakthanda" there was a ruling base in his voice and a painful rhythm! "Say My name" I said it. My world spinning and my body sub-consciously fucking back. I could feel a new wave coming. He pressed his thumb on my clit and asked again..."Whats my Name" I screamed it and he hit my but and said "Ubhejwa ubani?" in a weak response I told him it was him. Then I knew there is something called good pain. He jerked my legs on his left shoulder and I thought he was going to break me. But instead he hit a new and unknown spot, I couldn't breathe, the pain, but it was so good I felt like I was about to fart... I told him not to stop. All i could hear was Destiny's Child Cater to you in the back round. I also recall him telling me He loves me. "I love you too baby" were the last words I said in a trembling voice and I felt my eyes water and he came in a co-scream of "Im coming" his body was wet and filled with goose bumps, mine was running with spasms and when he saw I was crying he wiped the tears off and asked,worried, did i hurt you baby? I just said "You are amazing" he kissed me and we fell asleep with him on top of me. My body went out like a light.
He woke me up at 6 saying its time to take my pill. My man! My boo! My Commander! We bathed and went to church and later had lunch with with his parents. I could barely pee or sit but kept up appearences. Akudlali ukuba uBrook
Ewu...
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