Onika Maraj
May 22 - LA
It was one of those nights.
Friday. A couple glasses of wine. My body aching for some kind of release.
It's been a long-ass week starting with Monday's bullshit.
And after hearing Beyoncé tell me her messy-ass ex put her hands on my shit? Yeah... I had energy I needed to get off.
I was on my back, legs spread wide, my knees damn near trembling already. One hand was twisted in the sheets, the other slipping my thick-ass dildo deep inside my pussy.
Was I imagining it was Bey's dick? Yes. Did I care? Not really. No
I threw my head back with a gasp, biting my lip as I pushed it all the way in, my walls squeezing around it, soaking it.
The nasty sound of how wet I was filled the room. I couldn't help but roll my hips slow, fucking myself deeper. I couldn't lie ever since that night, I hadn't been able to get her out of my mind.
The way she kissed me... whew, shit.
Yeah, I was drunk, but I remembered them lips. Good lips. And if her kiss had me this fucked up, I could only imagine how her mouth would feel on my pussy.
Just the thought of it made me fuck myself harder. My breath started coming out heavier, my toes curling up tight.
"Shit," I whispered, grinding into my hand.
I tried so hard to act like I wasn't thinking about her... like I didn't want her. But I was lying to myself at this point. I was so fucking wet, so close to cumming to the thought of her.
It was something about her... the way she moved, the confidence in her voice, the way she handled business like she owned every room she walked in.
I could almost see why these girls lost their damn minds over her... almost.
And I hadn't even fucked her.
I could almost feel her behind me, whispering in my ear, telling me to open wider. I pushed the toy deeper, circling my clit with my other hand, breath catching in my throat. My thighs started shaking as I chased that nut, biting my lip so hard.
My hips lifted off the bed. I let out a loud moan.
"Fuuuck... Beyonc—"
Her name came from my lips before I could stop it, my legs shaking as the orgasm snatched my body. I gushed all over the toy, my back arching off the bed as my moans filled the room.
I kept riding it through, breathing so hard I felt dizzy.
I finally stilled, my body trembling as I slowly pulled it out, feeling the wetness drip down my thighs. I laid there staring at the ceiling, my heart racing.
One kiss.
That's all it took to fuck me up this bad.
I just laid there, trying to catch my breath for a little bit until my phone started ringing. My eyes widened, and I reached over to see who was calling me. It wasn't that late, just around 9 p.m.... but still.
I looked at my phone and almost choked it was the woman I just made myself cum to. I sat up quick, trying to control my breathing before I answered.
Her face popped up on the screen.
"Hey."
"Hey, Bey," I said, clearing my throat. "Wassup?"
"Just seeing what you was up to tonight."
