Grits and groceries - Sex Stories

Grits and groceries

... powders.."what is that you're wearing?" I inquired. "Oh that's just me, I don't like wearing all that stuff, it just masks your normal scents... do you like it?" I inhaled, yes, it's very appealing, different, but very appealing." "Well, we're kinda alike in that regard, see I too refuse to be categorized." Then she quickly switched gears on me; "so what do you like in a woman?" I was thinking, "in a woman like you, my tongue and my dick, but I just smiled... I just like for a woman to be comfortable in her own skin." "So I take it you like my skin then.." "Well, I like the way it looks, but to truly like it, wouldn't I have to try it first?" She again smiled, "good head game indeed" she mused, and a very good answer." "So, did you bring condoms?" I almost choked on my water, as she smiled devilishly at me. "Uhh, no I didn't, I thought that would be a bit presumptuous." "Again, she mocked, a very good answer."...she giggled at me as I coughed and attempted to clear my airways. "Surely you didn't think I invited you over to play checkers, did you?" "No worries though, it's my home, and I always keep a healthy supply...after all, you never know what might jump off right?" She leaned forward, with elbows on her knees and propped her face in her hands; "I like that fact that you let me come to you, and even though I know you're all about the coochie, I'm good with it, because I'm just as much about the dick." Her matter of fact style was refreshing and the fact that she was so ...

... comfortable in her own sexuality, all the more. "So, do you think that makes me a whore?" "Quite frankly, Yolanda, I find you to be anything but that... after all the posturing, and the empty gestures made, in the end, it all boils down to sex, it's too bad so many people are stuck on societal taboos and social moors about what's right and wrong, it only adds to the tensions between the genders, and lends to too much gamesmanship." Again she smiled; "you know, I went to Catholic schools all my life and I saw so much hypocrisy, that it put me off from religion. I've seen so many priests and nuns giving each other and some students the "eye" that it made me wonder what they even believed in... I swore that when I got out on my own, I'd do whatever I wanted, consciously of course, but not with some "eye in the sky watching me" mantra, that's so silly to me." Hmph, I thought to myself, I had her pegged all wrong, this chick is simplistically deep, if that makes any sense... She uncrossed and recrossed her legs, giving me a brief glimpse up her dress, "so do you want to play this cat and mouse game any longer or should we get on to what you came here for?" She stood and defiantly placed her hands on her hips, looking my in the eyes..."I hope your head game is all that you say it is..." Okay, now I knew this wasn't just a pun, but she was literally challenging me..."Well, as Jesse would say, "Keep hope alive." She burst out in laughter, "oh my and a sense of humor too." And with that ...