Waisted Story: Club Date

Dating can be ghetto! So is adulting but I will not complain about that today. After trying the traditional way, I decided to try dating apps. Do not get me wrong, I was not a fan. But after brunch with my friends and multiple mimosas, I found myself creating an account. My friends helped choose the pictures I uploaded and set up the profile. We were all a little tipsy, so my account was flirty, sexy, and fine AF.

He swiped right after seeing my picture and sent a simple message.

“Hey, my name is Brian. I would like to get to know you better. Are you available to chat sometime?”

He lived in my city and I was intrigue by the lack of fluff or promises to break my back. I checked out his profile and responded. We started talking and clicked. Brian was interesting, could maintain conversations, and made me laugh. I found myself looking forward to chatting with him. However, COVID restrictions made it impossible to meet in person. I was willing to take the risk, but Brian was a cautious health care professional. We ended up having dinner via FaceTime and Zoom. We would pick a restaurant and he would have the food delivered to our homes. It was extremely thoughtful, and I knew I wanted to explore our relationship beyond the internet. Our ‘dates’ keep me captivated and wanting more from him. From us.

The restrictions were finally loosened, and we made plans to meet at a hotel bar. I only had an additional request.

“Can you reserve a hotel room?”

I could tell he was surprised but also hesitant to make assumptions.

“I’m happy to do that but also wondering what the plan is.”

“I figured if we both get tipsy, we can stay there and be safe.”

The pause was heavy, and I know he had more questions.

“I will take care of it.”

I showed up to our date in a trench coat and heels. Brian was seated in a quiet corner of the bar and a hostess pointed me in his direction. He had a drink in front to him but had been watching the door. He stood when he saw me and watched me walk towards him. I took my time because I loved watching his facial expression. FaceTime did not do this man any justice. He radiated a calm confidence that was beyond attractive and I was drawn to it like a moth to a flame.

It was natural to lean in for a tight hug and cheek kisses. He held me a little longer that was the norm and I allowed it because I was enjoying being held by him. He smelled good, was warm, and I fit just right. The sizzle was there, a quiet but obvious hum of sexual attraction. He offered to take my coat, but I declined.

“It’s so good to finally meet you.”

“Likewise. You look amazing.”

We took time staring at each other and then laughed. The in-person ice was broken. We ordered drinks and unlike on our internet dates got to focus on each other more intently. The conversation flowed as usual, and he made me laugh. He was engaging and had serious moments that appealed to my focused nature. Then he scooted closer.

“I need to be closer so I can hear you better.”

That was such a cute excuse to be close enough to touch me. I leaned in and whispered in his ear.

“I like the feelings your touch creates.”

He tangled his hand with mine and I laid my head on his shoulder. We kept talking and it felt good to be in a space where I felt safe with this man. He was as open and vulnerable as he was online. He didn’t shy away from any of the questions I asked. Then there was a comfortable lull.

“I want to kiss you.”

I lifted my head off his shoulder and looked at him. There was a lot of desire and a question in the statement.

“You should. This is technically our 7th date if you count the online ones. I want to see if the sizzle is real.”

And he did. Slowly and intentionally while staring into my eyes. I tried hard to keep my eyes open because I needed to make sure it was as real to him as it seemed to be for me. The first two kisses were a gentle exploration with quiet sighs. Thank the Lord for some level of privacy.

He was such a good kisser and my eyes fluttered close to enjoy the sensations raging through me. The third kiss was demanding. His hand went to the back of my neck to keep me steady, and his tongue played with mine. My panties got damp imagining what else his tongue could do, and the kiss veered quickly into a sensual zone.

At some time, I needed to catch my breath and pushed him away. My whole body was thrumming in response to him, and I could see that he was just as impacted.

“I’m sorry. Don’t leave. I got carried…”

I could not let him finish the apology because I was not sorry at all. Instead, I was thrilled by the connection and ready to take it up a notch. I placed my finger against his lips and felt his fast, hot breaths. He was still trying to control his breathing and I felt a surge of confidence because of the mutual attraction.

I placed my hand on his chest and could practically feel his heart pounding. And my pussy clenched in response. Lord help me!

“Did you reserve a room like I asked?”

He nodded slowly and I smiled while leaning back. I untied the knot of my trench coat while he watched me intently. I started unbuttoning and his breathing hitched. I did not have much clothing on and all he could see was skin. I stopped and he looked into my eyes.

“Are you trying to kill me?”

“Let’s go. All I have under this trench are my TeMi waistbeads and panties. I would like to show them to you.”

He seemed to freeze for a long minute.

“Are you sure?”

I nodded and leaned in for another kiss. It got heated again. Quickly. We finally came up for air and he leaned his head against mine.

“You ARE trying to kill me.”

I laughed and started buttoning my trench again. He watched me tie the belt with a cross between impatience and anticipation. He dropped some money on the table and reached for my hand to help me out of the booth.

“Let’s get out of here. Race you to the elevators?”

He accused me of trying to kill him, but this man was making me weak in the knees. I had to return the favor. He laughed and allowed me to drag him across the hallway to the elevators. When the doors opened, he chose the highest number, and I raised my eyebrows.

“Only the absolute best for you.”

We were the only ones in the elevator, and I had an idea. I looked up to locate look for the video camera in the elevator then backed him into a corner.

“Have you ever gotten in trouble in an elevator?”

“What kind of trouble are you talking about?”

“Only the best kind.”

I leaned in and rested my body flush against him. Then, I reached for his hands and placed them against my hips where my TeMi Beads waistbeads adorned my body. As close as I was, I could feel his rising reaction to my closeness.

“Can you guess how many waistbeads I have on?”

His hands roved from my hips to my booty. His fingers tried to separate the TeMi Beads waistbeads beneath the coat and started counting. He whispered the numbers into my ears, and I can not remember hearing anything as sexy in recent months.

“You missed a number.”

I whispered back and nipped at his ear. He growled and I shivered in excitement.

He moved and I was leaning against the elevator wall with his back blocking the camera. His hands slid inside the slit in my coat and moved upwards. I spread my legs a little bit to redirect his intentions, but he was focused on his task. I felt his palms caress my buttocks, squeeze gently, and move on.

“I can’t wait to get you in the room. I think I need to count slowly and pay close attention to all your dips and curves.”

The elevator dinged and he leaned back.

“Race you to the room?”

Waisted Story: Late Night

It’s 9 P.M. on a Friday night and my weekend officially starts now. Devon is working the graveyard shift and I have the time to myself. The candles are lit. My B.O.B is fully charged, wine is chilled, and the speakers are playing my favorite R&B playlist.

I’m running a bath with my favorite bath bombs. While waiting for the tub to fill up, I take a careful survey of my body. These TeMi Beads waistbeads are giving all she promised it would give. I truly am seeing my adorned body in a different light.

My body has gotten me through so much and deserves to be celebrated. I run my hands along my bust and lift my boobs in my palms. My nipples are like dark berries and like to be stroked. They have brought so much pleasure especially when lightly nibbled (not gnawed) by the right person.

I slide my hands towards my belly. Not a 6-pack in sight. One of the waistbeads is tied above my navel. She’s going to remind me if I overdo the eating. As an incentive, she drops lower if I stay consistent with my diet and exercise plans. I realize that my belly button is cute. I’m also reminded of that one time he drizzled pineapple syrup all over me and proceeded to lick it all off. The fun was in finding all the dips and crevices the syrup had gotten to. What a night!

My hands roam further to caress the beads at my waist. The ones I tied so he can catch my attention when I walk past. For him to position my body in the way he prefers wherever he likes. The ones for him to clutch as he thrusts into me from behind. Maybe he can give my hair a break. My hands meet at my wet core. Wetness brought on by the thoughts of him and the different ways he brings excitement into our relationship.

He was aware of my self-consciousness and made every effort to let me know that he loved me. Every part of me. It was time for me to learn how to love myself harder. And I was starting off by getting waisted. So, I could appreciate my body and fall in love with me.

I set up the tripod with the phone. Then I start the FaceTime call with him to chat and tease. I wanted him to see what he was coming home to. His deep voice makes me so happy. The hitch in his voice when he notices my naked form makes me happier.

“Hey babe, I miss you. Can you talk?”

“Let me go to the call room. I can tell I need privacy for this conversation.”

I watch him as he walks down the hallway and into the room. I heard him lock the door and get comfortable on the lounge chair.

“Is that our lounge chair?”

He laughs and nods. That was another exciting memory he had provided when I stopped by his job one evening. Oh, the stories I could tell.

“What’s going on?”

“I was just about to take a bath and thought of you.”

 “What do you have on?”

“I got adorned with some TeMi Beads waistbeads.”

I could tell he got excited as I explained what they were supposed to do for me. For him. And for us.

I carefully slip into the warm bubbles of the scented bath. Drink some wine. Wave ‘Thad’ in the air and show/tell him exactly what I would like for him to do to me when he gets home in the morning.

“I am convinced that you will be the death of me.”

I giggle. And raised my leg in the air, allowing the soap suds to trail back down.

“But what a good death, right?”

“Absolutely!”

I watched him get turned on by my confidence and I got even wetter if that was possible.

Then I paid attention as he offered suggestions of what my hands could be doing to my body to achieve bliss. Did as he asked and touched myself to orgasm while he talked dirty to me.  And as my breathing settled, I heard him groan in satisfaction.

“This was the best bath I have ever taken.”

“I am not sure if I agree. I would have done a better job with you.”

“Yes, you would have.”

“I will have to make sure I prove it to you the next time I am off."

I smile and get excited by the possibilities as I know he loves a challenge.

“I look forward to it. Have a good night, babe.”

“Sleep well. You will need all the energy when I get home in the morning.”

I woke up to kisses placed along my spine and hands firmly caressing my buttocks.

“You are finally home.”

He chuckled and I could feel his hot breath along my lower back.

“I am. I sped home after my shift was done.”

I smile into the pillow and stretch while making sure that my arch was unmistakable. I had fallen asleep in lace panties and he had a nice view.

I squeal when he flips me around. He was intent as he stared into my eyes.

“I have been hard for the better part of the night. It took all of me not to leave work.”

The ensuing kiss was deep and wet; breaths and tongues melding. Our hands were busy re-acquainting themselves with the shapes of different body parts. Breasts, thighs, arms, and shoulders were caressed.

He grabs my waistbeads and pulls me to the middle of the bed.

“You break my TeMi Beads waistbeads and you will be buying some new ones.”

“I will buy you all the waistbeads you want. In all the colors you want.”

“Really? I need to add to my collection.”

I giggled and the sound changed to a gasp as he places kisses along my inner thigh. And works his way up to the part of me that definitely needed his attention.

“You smell so good.”

He nuzzles his face into my underwear, and I squirmed at the heat and pressure. I need him to go quicker and grab his head to direct his actions.

Waisted Story: Self-Care Restrictions

I have been working remotely due to the pandemic. In the first few months, I was happy to be in Zoom meetings and answering phone calls in my pajamas. As time went by, I realized that my self-care regime was most impacted by the restrictions. The massages, nail days, brunch dates with the girls, and waxing appointments. Everything that kept me sane had to be cancelled. Thankfully, I could still add to my TeMi Beads collection via mail. The purple packages and the beautiful waistbeads always brought me joy.

Tonight, one of those items (or maybe two) was going to be handled. By Hakeem in 4D. We lived in the same building and would probably never have met without the restrictions.  We literally ran into each other when we had to pick up packages in the building lobby. You ever lock eyes with someone and just know that you were meant to be? Friends, lovers, or building mates? That was the question.

We hit it off and spent a lot of time either in his apartment or mine. Chatting, watching movies, eating, or talking shit. We would wonder into each other’s space so comfortably. It helped that he was a good cook too. Neither of us went hungry. I found myself working in his space too. He did not mind and set up an area for me. It was too perfect.

Me being comfortable with him is what got me in my current position. Laid down on his worktable and naked from the waist down. Don’t judge me yet! I mentioned in a vulnerable moment that my veejay was in distress because I had not gotten a wax job in months.

“Really? I can shave you if you would like.”

“Shave? I can’t see well enough down there to do it myself.”

“That’s why I offered.”

He said it so casual-like. I was a tad confused.

“Wouldn’t that bother you to see me half-naked?”

“It would be my absolute joy to help you shave. A painful but satisfying joy.”

“Painful? Why would you be in pain? That would be my veejay on the line.”

He looked me dead in the eye to make sure I understood.

“I would be rock hard through it, but I wouldn’t go any further unless it was ok with you.”

That response shut me up for the rest of the evening and it took me a few days to decide whether to take him up on it. But I was curious and seriously attracted to Hakeem. So, I sent him a text message to get his shaving materials ready. And here I am. On a blanket laid on his worktable, with my feet on the arms on his chair. His hands carefully wielding the razor while his fingers gently moving my lips to get better access. I was breathing through my mouth and trying to control my reaction to his touch. I don’t think I was successful. He finally finished and got a mirror for me to review his labor.

“You did amazing. I am sure you have done this multiple times.”

“Not on a pussy this pretty and responsive. You have been wet for me since you walked in.”

I attempted to close my legs, but he put his hands on my thighs.

“We can go back to being friends. Or we can add some benefits to the mix. I really want to put my mouth on you and taste you. Would you let me? Please.”

We stared at each other for a long minute. I opened my thighs wider and watched him exhale in relief. He grabbed my TeMi Beads waistbeads to pull me closer and slowly bent his head. I felt his breath before his warm tongue. There was going to be a happy ending to this self-care session.   

Waisted Story: Corporate Wife

It’s been a hell of a week. One of those that I am not sure if being boss babe in corporate America is worth it. Projects were due, contracts had to be negotiated, and my phone rang at odd hours of the night because our international partners wanted to meet.

The family has kept me busy too. Between school, work, and their extracurricular activities, I am completely drained. As I walked towards the house, my mental checklist is still being catalogued as I hope I hadn’t dropped the ball on anything important. For a home with 3 boisterous children (2 of them teenagers), it was way too quiet when I opened the front door. The smell of food was my first welcome. Dinner was going to be amazing!

The Ring alarm chimed, and I expected one of the children to rush up to me with complaints. Instead, my LOML came out of the kitchen. I shivered in anticipation as he walked toward me. He is so FINE and all MINE.

“Hey Princess.”

He shut the door, slid my heavy purse off my shoulder, and pushed me against the side wall. His mouth on mine was always welcome. He kissed me like he missed me. All tongue and heavy breathing, hands roaming to make sure there were no lost parts since the last time he saw me, and a passion that remains even after being married for so long. By the time we parted, his thigh was between my legs and I was definitely no longer thinking about my busy week.

 “Work week done? Can we turn off the phones?”

I considered for a second and nodded, still breathless. It can all wait till Monday (or maybe late Sunday depending on if my executive assistant calls).

 “Where are the children?”

They have learned to give us 15 minutes of privacy when either of us gets home. The welcome home kiss is for mature audiences only.

“They are spending the weekend with my parents. We need the time.”

“Really? That’s great.”

I made a mental note to get a gift for my in-laws for taking them for the WHOLE weekend.

“They know that we both had a crazy week and need to de-stress with no distractions.”

He nudged me with his lower body. I laughed because I know precisely how he would prefer to de-stress.

“I’m going to take a shower and get ready for dinner.”

I detangled myself from him and walk away. He smacked my butt and headed back into the kitchen. Halfway up the stairs, he yelled out.

“Wear the dress!”

I smiled in anticipation. The dress is a long black mesh number I found online. I should have bought more than one because I cannot find it anywhere now. The dress leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. Tonight, I paired it with some bright red lingerie and carefully arranged my TeMi Beads waistbeads in layers.  I checked out the final look in the mirror and nodded approvingly.

I looked amazing and he whistled when I made it back to the kitchen. Then he took off his shirt and pants. To be fair. So I could have some eye candy too.

We ate dinner and drank wine.  We talked about our week for closure, about the children, and caught up on anything we may have missed with the business. It was our way to close the box and clear the air.

At some point, he had my legs on his thighs and started rubbing my bare feet. He knew this was one of my weak points. Touch is my main love language, and he uses it A LOT.

“Feel better?”

“Ummmm…yes”.

The touch changed from soothing to sensual. His hands roamed up higher and pushed the dress up too.

“Want a massage? The house is empty. My plan is to make love to you all night long. You can scream all you want to.”

 “Yes. The house is empty. My plan is to make love to you all night long. You can scream all you want to.”

I felt my juices stir and my thighs clenched in response. It had been a while since we were in an empty home. With different rooms to play in. The possibilities had me excited.

I stood up slowly and started clearing up the dining table. The dishes and wine glasses in the sink. The condiments on the counter. He enjoyed the view and I made it worth his while. Bending over when I did not need to. Wiggling hard while getting the ice cream from the freezer. Letting my boobs bounce when I reached up for the honey.

He just watched with a smile while he stroked his penis. I could see some precum and my mouth watered. He might never quite understand the method to my madness, but he was a willing and eager participant.

When I had everything I thought I needed, I took off the mesh dress. It was the safe thing to do before he ripped it off me.

I stood in front of him in my TeMi Beads waistbeads and red lingerie. And waited. His eyes traveled up and down my body, scorching every inch of me. My nipples became tight beads while I waited for him to pounce. Ever since I got waisted, he is even more so fascinated with my body. He adores knowing that I am a boss babe making decisions for the global organization yet adorned with waistbeads that he picked out for me.

He tells me he loves that he can mentally undress me out of my suits. And leave me with just the layers of waistbeads.

I love that I can come home, after all those stressful decisions, to be his princess. To be cared for and pampered by him.

He reached for my waistbeads. And used them to direct my motions. I found myself sitting in front of him on the dining table. He separated my legs and scooted in between them, so he had unobstructed access to my wet heat. While he toyed with my cleft and wetness, I grabbed the honey and drizzled it over my nipples. Someone had to provide dessert.

I offered my nipples to him because I did not want his fingers to stray from what they were doing to me. I moaned and savored the attention he paid to them. My body hummed and I needed to lay on the dining table after my balance wavered.

Then came the ice cream on my pussy. Before I could shiver from the cold, his mouth was there to warm me up. Within minutes, I screamed his name the first of many times that weekend.