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Nature Rising – Chapter One….
 
Text Box: me and I gently kissed her on forehead and lips. "I would much rather have totally uninhibited sex for hours than for me to come in five minutes and go sleep. Most guys don't care if you enjoy yourself, all they want to do is pull down your panties, stick it in and bang away. There's no thought as to whether or not their girlfriend is enjoying the sex. It's just bang, bang, bang and it's over. And you wonder if this it? Is this what's supposed to drive you crazy, move mountains and shout out the Lord's name in vain “ You make sex special -even if you aren't my boyfriend." That was my cue to leave because I didn't want to get her started. When we first started going out five months ago, I explained to her that as soon as my job was over, I'd be leaving Puerto Rico to go back to New York. Now every time after we have sex she wants to know why we aren't together. Women kill me. Why can't they be more like men? Enjoy the sex and when it's time to move on, you move on without any regrets. But no, they usually always want a damn relationship. Sometimes if you don't give them a relationship, there’s no way you're going to get them into bed. So what's a guy to do but lie to get some ass? The choice isn't too difficult, sex or no sex. What would you do? I firmly believe that women know the game, and what the guy is doing, but by somehow pretending to be oblivious to his intentions to hit and run, she can be the victim when things go bad. She didn't want me to leave, but I told her that we shouldn't take advantage of her mother. She reluctantly agreed. I tiptoed my way through the living room, which didn't make too much sense because her mom knew that I was in the house. It was just my way of showing her some respect by not flaunting our affair in her face. I'm really big on respecting my elders even though I don't necessarily believe that they always deserve it. We can never seem to say goodnight enough. Every time we say goodnight, we end up kissing for five more minutes. Sometimes if you kiss someone too long, your mouths end up having this kind of old saliva taste (maybe it's unbrushed teeth), but sometimes the more I taste it; the more I want to kiss her. "You know that you don't want to leave," she kept on telling me as she pressed her naked body against mine. My nature was rising again. The only reason that I was leaving was because I knew that sooner or later when we were having sex; I would get caught up in the moment and say to hell with putting on a condom. The last thing that I wanted was to get Sierra pregnant so I pried myself from her grasp and left her in the hallway. "Call me tomorrow," she whispered loudly at my back as I disappeared down the stairs. Without breaking a stride or turning back, I waved to her and was gone. (I wrote this a few years ago, and thought it would be something I would want to publish. I have about 27 chapters, but then I decided that my first should be special, and this wasn’t special enough. If I could somehow go back and have my first sexual experience all over again, I would wait for special and not have settled just to do it. So it goes.)
Text Box: So we're in the middle of making love, and I'm giving it to her real good or at least I think I am because you never really know about these things. People these days are so accomplished at deception that you practically have to obtain work experience at deception to know that you're being deceived or fucked over. Anyway, where was I, yeah, she's begging for more so I oblige her without hesitation. It dawns on me as she's screaming profanities at God and completely disrespecting him that I don't belong in this girl's bed. But by then it's too late because she's close to a gigantic orgasm (I could tell because her pussy felt like a river and I was a drowning pebble) and I could feel my nuts about to burst from an oversupply of unused sperm. I couldn't just stop and tell her that all I wanted from her was great sex, and that I didn't love her. So I continued my sweating and grinding and telling her how sweet her pussy was and if I croaked right now, I would have died in heaven. I made a mental note to myself that I should come up with some new bedroom material. Half an hour had passed and the gigantic orgasm that I had foreseen hadn't as yet come to fruition, and I was about sweated out and just wanting to get the whole damn thing over with in a hurry. I felt as if I was going to black out, but I have to make her come I kept repeating to myself. The minute my eyes rested on Sierra, my dick relayed the message to my brain that we were going after this one, and my mind let my heart know that it was a dick thing and nothing more- nothing less. The mind and the dick can simultaneously agree, but it's the heart that somehow throws in the monkey wrench. The heart always manages to fuck up everything with all that love crap which then infiltrates the mind; confusing it, and once the mind is in a state of confusion, the dick can't function properly. So what good is sex if the three amigos aren't in agreement; you might as well start combing, brushing or shaving the hair that's sure to accumulate in your right palm (unless of course, you happen to be a switch hitter). That's how easy it is to become a masturbatory maniac. Sierra’s eyes were shut tight and tiny beads of sweat were hiding in her eyebrows. Her entire body was so sensitized that all I had to do was put my lips on her naked black body and the moaning would commence. Her eyeballs would roll back in their sockets and her mouth would slowly open like a fish coming up for air, but nothing would come out. Whenever she did this, a smile of self- satisfaction would creep across my face as if I had done some great deed to enhance her life. Staring down on Sierra’s smooth dark face I couldn't help but love her, even though I knew that I didn't really love her. After you've had terrific sex with a beautiful woman, you get all caught up in the moment and you can't help but feel that love thing. And you so badly want to tell the woman you're with that you love her, but luckily we always seem to come back to our senses. The ‘I love you stuff’ just hangs in the air, unsaid. It's weird how pussy can really mess up a brother's thought process. The same woman that you were calling whore, cunt, slut, bitch and all those other names that we love to call women; suddenly become Text Box: sweetheart, dumpling, honey bunch and baby after an hour of heavenly loving. Once a man gets a hard-on, you have to legally consider him temporarily insane. With all that blood rushing to his other head, there comes a point during the erection process when there's definitely a shortage of oxygen to his brain, thus making him incapable of making rational decisions. They say women are incapable of making rational decisions when they have their periods. The same can be said for a man. Anything that comes out his mouth an hour after sex should be viewed as a lie. His dick is still doing all the thinking for him. How else can you explain our behavior except to say that we become temporarily insane? Pussy can do that to you. "Derek," Sierra says to me, "If you can use that tongue of yours like you use that magic cock wand, I'm going to be one satisfied woman." "Consider yourself satisfied," I grinned at her as I smacked her butt. It sounded like a leather belt hitting flesh. "Give me a chance to catch my breath before we start again. Is that okay with you?" I nodded yes, and kissed her damp forehead. She slid out of bed to get a drink of water and my eyes followed her naked body to the door. The room lit by a full moon, caught Sierra’s slight frame in the doorway and an eerie somewhat bluish-yellowish light clung to her naked body. Softly she closed the door behind her. Our extended love making had me breathing so hard and my heart beating so freaking fast, that for a minute it crossed my mind that I might have a fucking heart attack at age twenty three in this girl's bed. But after a couple of paranoid filled minutes, my breathing slowed down and my heart stepped off its accelerator. It didn't make any sense for me to even attempt getting out of bed because I'd probably fall on my ass. My legs were so wobbly from all that pushing in and out that I swear I could feel my legs trembling. If she came back in right now and wanted to get back to business, I would have to decline unless she was willing to do all the work and I could just lie there and be an observer. In the room next door, I could hear Sierra’s mom sneezing. The first time we had sex, I had no idea that her mother’s room was next to hers. I sure as hell didn't know at the time that her mom was in the house. It was the day after we had sex that Sierra informed me that her mom was in her room the entire time we were having sex. And unless her mom was tone deaf, there was no way in hell that she couldn't have heard all the moaning and bed shaking noise that went on almost the entire night. At first, I thought that she was only kidding around because we were both pretty vocal, and she never once tried to curtail her passion. So the following night when I went back to her apartment; her mom was there and we sat around and watched television for awhile and then she went to bed. The door was barely shut before my hands were under her panty less skirt searching for her wetness, and her hands were manipulating my erection. When Sierra said that we should go to her room and continue there, I asked what her mom might say if she happened to catch us. Even before we had sex her mom had told her that it would be all right if I slept over, Text Box: and all she asked in return was that we use protection. Now that's my kind of mom. I love you Sierra’s mom, I thought to myself. There aren't too many moms who would give their nineteen-year old daughter permission to have sex in their apartment with her lover (I never asked her to be my girlfriend, so technically I was ‘the lover’ and it should be understood I was only in it for the sex). So being her lover, I was under no obligation to be faithful to her. From that day, every time we had sex at her house, it still freaked me out that her mom was within earshot of her innocent daughter experiencing the joys of orgasms. Sometimes when we're in the middle of love making, I still keep an eye on the door, just in case. As I lay on the bed waiting for Sierra to return, an idea came to me and I decided to try it out and hoped that it turned out okay. I hid behind the bedroom door and waited for her to return. Women have no concept of time. They tell you one minute and before you know it; an entire freaking hour has passed and they return as if nothing was wrong. "Come on let's get going," they implore you as if you're the one who's holding up the show. Sometimes you just can't win, so all you can say is "yes dear". The door slowly opened and she called for me but I didn't answer. When the door closed behind her, before she could look around to find me in the dark, I grabbed her neck and propelled our bodies into her bed. Her face slammed into the pillow and before she could get her faculties together, I roughly pried her legs apart and penetrated her vagina from behind. A scream of shock pierced the night air, and for a moment I thought her mom might burst in to rescue her daughter from multiple orgasms. Her round firm ass rose up in the air to meet my every thrust, and I could hear her muffled moans emitting from somewhere in the pillow but I refused to let her up. When I finally let her up so she could get some air, she grabbed my ass, mounted me and her animated body urged me to step up the pace. I didn't know how much longer I could keep this up before I got a cramp in my leg and have to stop. The sounds of the inside of my leg smacking against Sierra’s ass reverberated throughout the bedroom, but by this time we were so aroused that we really didn't give a damn. If her mom walked through the door right now, she would need an entire army to pry my hands from her daughter's behind. What did I tell you about good pussy? It can make a man lose his damn mind. "Now that's what I call fantastic sex," I said to Sierra as we recuperated in each other's arms. "You weren't half bad, but I could tell that your legs were about to go, that's why I came so fast. I was prepared to go all night if I had to. What prompted you to rough me up the way you did?" "Did you mind my lack of finesse?" My eyes were closed, and I slowly ran my fingers through Sierra’s short permed hair. It felt like she had just taken a shower and hadn’t dried it as yet. "No, I have no complaints but I’d just like to know what makes you tick. I'm interested, okay?" "Sex for me isn't all about experiencing orgasms," I started to tell her. Sierra was now facing