Spring Flirting(Part 2 in Naked Rose Series) by Rosalie Banks Page B

hard, rolling and twisting. When I got to the
last number I stood up and resumed position back on my knees; first
cleaning out the juices coating his rock hard dick with a swipe of
my hand before I descended on it with my mouth. I didn’t have to
blow him for more than few minutes before I saw the Senator start
to shake like a man about to erupt and soon he was spurting out cum
in the air and all over my hands, grunting like a man in a fit of
erotic seizure.
    “Ahhhhh! Arhhh.Arhhh. Ahhh…” he grunted,
gushing out milk from his stud, looking askew on the arm chair like
a deranged man in throes of delirium; chest thrust out, arms tied
at the back as though in a fit of seizure, grunting in release
spasms.
    I left him there still shackled with his tie
as I stood up and went in to the bathroom to tease myself to come
and to clean up, smiling on my way in satisfaction as I saw him
fall limply back on the chair, completely exhausted. That’s why
they call me G-girl I spoke silently to myself as I exited the
room. I am Go-Go. Give you the fuck of your life and still remain a
diva. Go-Go Girl on rampage. That's me. I got back into the room
minutes later satiated to find the Senator still slumped on the arm
chair, already in deep sleep; the aftermath of Viagra overdose I
thought as I quietly unshackled him and took a complimentary card
from his chest pocket for my future use before I sneaked out of the
room through an adjoining door that led to another room, from where
I found my way back to the party going on downstairs to meet Derek
whom I ended the night with……Wanna hear how that one went……that’s a
story for another day girls.
    ***
    That was how Michele’s sexcapade with the
Senator went down. As much as I pined to hear the second story with
Derek, I knew not to rush it as I would get to hear the tale
another day, so I let myself be content with this. And thus it
ended with the White Party at the Glass House where we had the best
sex we could ever dream to get, though still in search of the famed
absolute orgasm. Time is perishable and there is no time for
regrets, hang ups or fun wastage in the life of Candy Girls. We
live to enjoy ourselves and explore the depth of passion till time
and youth run out on us, dreaming of the ultimate cum. Life is good
they say. But for Candy Girls it gets sweeter with the art of
feminarchy
    As it was, life resumed its smooth course
with the stream of New Yorkers bubbling through the many cycles of
the sun; us included being either in school having classes or at
the sets of different video and photo shoots where job called,
making a living and having the fun of our lives. I must tell you
that surprised I was to find Taye Zest expressing interest in me
intensely after our first night together, much to the chagrin of my
girlfriends who felt he would cloud my head with sweetness and
riches, making me abdicate my feminine duties and vow as a Candy
Girl. But the question was, would I rebuff Taye's insistent
interest in me for long or let him have a piece of me? Time will
tell….

 
    Thursday19th May,
1996
     
    LIVE EROTIC
MOVIE WITH TAYE ZEST
     
    Today’s entry is about the ball I attended
yesterday in the company of my new boyfriend, Taye Zest(Oops!);
whom I must confess I found myself being irresistibly drawn to, in
spite of having vowed not to have anything romantic to do with any
man, much less Taye who was a known player in the music industry
where I worked. But trust feminine tendencies to prevail over hard
resolve of the human mind. After our first date he sought me out,
claiming insistently he fell in love with me our first night
together and couldn’t possibly live without my naked rose. Men and
their lies. I tried to rebuff his advances but he was persistent,
sending me expensive gifts and calling me all the time on the
phone, weakening my will with sweetness. He was darn too romantic.
He even composed a song for me that swelled my heart in secret
anytime I heard it on my