Heather, my experiences with the take me at the door have been hOne afternoon I  was expecting the arrival of a gentleman caller. I was in a randy mood and working myself up by dancing to candlelight nude except for lace stockings and garterbelt.Ihad on some sexy,rauchy blues, and had left a note to my friend to let himself in. My friend ia a beautifully defined chisled black man. He came silently into the room. He stipped behind me while I watched in the mirror doing a slow grind illuminted by the flame of the candle. It was so erotic to watch as he kissed my neck and brought his big hands around to front carresing me in such a sensual way. I felt him hard against my back as he poured hot lotion between us. We continued to writhe and slide to the sound of the blues. It became frenzied. I felt like some kind of goddess at a Beltane ritual. The only sounds were the pulsing music the groans and the slippery thrusting sounds.  We reached a blinding finish. My man left me with one last kiss, never speaking a word....