Twilight of the Pillow Princess

How do you know you have met a Pillow Princess? 

I didn't figure it out until we got in the bed. By then we had already been talking and drinking for hours and making out on the couch for a minute… 

But let me start from the beginning.

Everything leading up to this discovery was normal. After connecting through a dating app four days prior, Tika and I made plans to meet. We decided on a spot near her place in Queens. She liked the place so that was the place we chose. I got there first, parked and grabbed a table outside. There really is something to End of Summer dates, I love that the sun hangs out with us past 7pm. August is so warm in New York, always.

Shortly after her text that told me she was walking up, I saw her. After falsely guessing at maybe two or three who passed me by earlier, I knew this was her. Everything looked like her app photos, however, I was unprepared for the true impact of her being. 

Jeans are not my favorite piece of clothing to disrobe from a woman—sometimes they can be tough to remove—but I do enjoy watching women walk in them and Tika was no exception. She was smaller than I thought she might be but, phew, her hips and waist and style of pants had me mesmerized before she even got to the table. Button-fly jeans for the win. Combined with a black cami and a loose shirt, she looked casually cute and hot AF to me. 

Our greetings were very nice. As we hugged, the feeling of her made me remember what she said in our app conversation two days ago—

We could skip the dinner and just head straight to the sex.

Just kidding.

She was probably kidding. But I want to unbutton her jeans anyways, and I want to do it tonight.

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We are having a BLAST. I really like her voice. We have three drinks each and a nibble. Our conversation is so natural. Just flows. My attraction to her is growing the more I get to know her. We’re at the bar for two hours but it feels like nothing, the time flew by. We decide to keep the night going and head back to her place for some maryjane and a nightcap. 

As I’m paying the tab, I can’t believe my good fortune. Maybe dating apps are the way of the future? I would never have met this person randomly. And after being single for 3 years, it’s nice to feel like someone likes me.

Tika’s home is great. And I am lowkey jealous. A one bedroom, with no roommates, in this economy? Fantastic. That means no interruptions, save for the cats.

Her music choices are excellent. Smoking and Talking leads to a lot more smoking and talking, which leads to the kitchen for more drink-making, which leads to us kissing. Glorious. There is something to be said for kissing that starts standing up. I am standing with my back to the counter when we begin. And when it moves to full making out and a bit of grinding…wow. She lets me kiss her neck and squeeze her booty. Her hand is on the back of my head pulling me in toward her, sinking us deeper into the passion of it all. We decide we need to be on the couch and closer, now.

Back on the couch, Tika is on top of me. I'm 5'10", she is 5'2"? Hot. Her bra comes off. My polo comes off. Her pants get opened. I kiss her belly.

She tells me that this is the only bra she has, she usually doesn't wear one. Her tits are perfect and I show her by kissing them slowly, many many times. I start on top of the camisole first, ever so lightly, as I slide my hand down the back of her jeans and under her panties. I pull her cami up, do The Trick and the sound of her gasp is sweet music to my ears.

Oh, what's The Trick? It’s one of my secrets but I'll tell you. I get some saliva in my mouth to pool a bit and I kiss Tika's nipple and areola and leave behind some wetness on her skin. Then I lightly blow on her tit. I then switch and do the same thing to the other titty. While she is moaning from that, I kiss her chest some more as she pulls my head into her. I move up to her neck and back to her mouth. With her riding me it is almost like we are in coitus it’s so hot—but not yet.

We move to her bedroom. I am briefly saddened that she took her button-flys off before I could, but oh so overjoyed to see her laying in bed, looking back up at me halfway, wearing only the cami, panties and a smile. I wish I could photograph her. She is so beautiful.

I take everything off except my underwear. We're matching, both of us in black. I get into bed with her and we are magnetized. I kiss her from her mouth, to her neck, to her chest. I tease her tits on top of her cami again, my mouth on one, my hand on the other. I switch that hand to her belly and then down to her pussy. Still kissing as I lightly rub her on top of her panties, her moans are driving me crazy. "Can I take them off?" She nods. I move down to kiss her legs as I pull off her underwear. I kiss both sides of her thighs, slowly building her arousal before I go in and kiss her pussy. She moans even louder as I caress her hips while I am eating her out. I put a hand on her tummy and she grabs it. Magnetized. I move my other hand from her thigh to my mouth to wet my fingers before moving that hand up to her tits under her cami. I trace circles around her nipples and she grinds her pussy against my face in response. Oh my god, the sounds coming out of this woman almost have me coming. 

I always go down first. 

I want you to know,

I want you to feel,

the ecstasy,

without it being contractual.

I'm a giving lover. 

A cunning linguist.

She loves it.

Princess Treatment.

She looks at me bewildered when I ask if she came, as if it’s so obvious. I do feel like she came at least once from my fingers and once from my mouth, but I want to know from her. I know her legs are quivering, I just want to be sure.

We cuddle and snuggle for a little bit. One of the cats comes in to say hello. We begin to fuck again, and that is when I realized what kinda Princess Tika is.

She is not eager to use her mouth. Maybe she is tired. Maybe it’s just not her jam. Maybe it’s the booze and herb. Maybe it's because I'm big down there… I tell her it’s okay. It truly is. We go deeper again. I use my hand and my mouth but I go quicker this time cuz she wants me. I know, because I ask her. I want her, too.

Either I have been leading all night, or she has been backseat driving. She is not real big on ideas but is willing to let me guide her. Guide us. She is an odd kind of shy…and that is because I now know her character type…I figured it out. She is a Pillow Princess. 

Her breath is intoxicating. She holds my hand, she takes me in. We change positions. She cums again. It feels like we haven't stopped kissing for an hour. But we do, to smoke another bowl. 

Spooning again. She wants me to come. She wants me. We get water. I caress her back. She moans so lovely, omg.

I turn her over. We've never stopped kissing. She takes me in again. So softly now. I am so close... 

Her eyes are closed. She is breathing slow as we move together. She is so beautiful. She uses her right hand to caress my left hand and arm. Aw, sweetie. I watch her turn her head to the side and squeeze my arm as she kisses my forearm.  

Her kiss completes a wave. A warm circuit that goes through my arm, across my back, up my neck to my head and down my back into my OMG I barely pull out before I cum the hardest I've orgasmed in a long, long time. I feel like I am glowing. I'm sliding myself in between her stomach and mine, her leg still wrapped around me as I kiss her lovely mouth so softly again before I collapse next to her.

The Pillow Princess in her true power.

After we embrace and cuddle for a while I get up so I can clean up Her Grace.

She is surprised by this. I don't know why, she is a Princess.

We get some more water, talk to the cats for a bit, and then we snuggle up for sleep. It is 3am. We met for the first time face to face at 7:30pm. We sleep in each other's arms. My Pillow Princess. My Slumber Queen.

I have to return to my post in the morning. I left her with hugs and kisses at around 8:30am and then…never saw her again.

It took four days after that for her to convey to me that her heart belonged to someone else…

Goodbye Princess.

You changed my life, forever.

Your humble servant.

Johnny.

Photo by Koma Tang