Pout Erotica

On the First Day of Kissmas...Nadia Aidan

2008-12-13T16:32:00.005-06:00

Bedtime Stories

by Nadia Aidan

Opposites Attract

Nicknamed the Ice Bitch, corporate exec Lana Holt is a notorious ball buster known for getting the job done and getting it done right. With her reputation and track record, she is perfectly positioned to become the next CEO of Renault Corporation, until the grandson of the owner, Harvard grad, boy genius, Matthew Renault snatches it right out from under her.
Matthew Renault has no designs on the CEO job, and knows that Lana deserves it, but there is little either of them can do when faced with politics on the board. In truth, the only thing he does have designs on, is her. But when she abruptly quits, he is forced to make a risky and desperate move to win her heart. Hopefully he can convince her that despite their differences they are perfect for each other, before she discovers his deception and he winds up losing her for good.

The Reunion
The Reunion tells the story of Natalia Cruz, a talented opera singer who returns to her fifteen year high school reunion to face her past, her tarnished reputation and the man she left behind, Brad Wellington.

Brad never forgot Natalia, but he questions whether love can survive fifteen years of separation until he comes face to face with her again. He knows what he wants, and that is her. Now he must convince Natalia to finally let go of her past in order to embrace the love that awaits them just on the horizon of the future.

What Happens in Vegas
The Creative Director of a high end fashion label, Yolanda Hamilton is a combination of brains and brass, who is an expert at spotting the latest trends, despite her own lack of style.
But another good thing she’s good at spotting is players, so when her boss hires Lucas Gordon as the VP of Acquisitions she is less than thrilled. Although she begrudgingly accepts that he knows his stuff and is good at his job, he is nothing but a cavalier playboy who wields his good looks and charm like a weapon. But on a short business trip to Vegas, Yolanda comes to realize that maybe she was wrong about Lucas when he shows her that sometimes what happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay there.

EXCERPT

Bedtime Stories-What Happens in Vegas

Lucas furled his lips into a grin as he ambled into Yolanda’s office, closing the door behind him. He couldn’t help but grin, although he knew it probably pissed her off even more. His lovely Amazon reminded him of an angry scorpion always ready to strike. He’d seen her cow many men who just couldn’t handle her acid tongue and brusque manner, but as he drew closer to her, he knew instinctively that Yolanda was nothing but a little kitten under all that brass. She just needed the right man to coax that kitten out of her.

“What do you want, Lucas?” She snapped as she leaned back in her chair with her arms folded across her full breasts.

He didn’t even miss a beat as he let her terse words roll off his back. “Just came by to give you the itinerary,” he said, rattling a single piece of paper in his hand. “You left before Dafina had a chance to give it to you.”

He set the paper down before her as he planted both hands atop her desk and leaned forward. “You raced out of there so fast, you had me worried that you were about to miss your hot date.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re the only one who has hot dates at ten in the morning.” “They’re just dates, sweetheart; they’re not hot to me at all.” He leaned closer to her then, his eyes drinking in her soft pouty lips, and almond shaped eyes. “I’m really just biding my time until I can convince a certain hot Creative Director to go out with me.”

“Yes, well I’m sure your last Russian model girlfriend—ahhh, what was her name?” She cocked her head to the side as she stared up at the ceiling. “That’s right,” she said snapping her fingers. “Nadenka. Yes, well, I don’t think Nadenka would appreciate hearing that you don’t consider her hot, especially after that blow job she gave you in your office last week,” she mocked as she glared at him.

Irritation simmered in his gaze, as he glowered at her, struggling not to lose his temper. “I already told you that she was on the floor looking for her contact. I was just about to get down there and look too when you walked—”

“Look, Lucas. Your sex life is none of my business. But just so you know, most women don’t usually want to go out with men who change girlfriends as regularly as he changes his socks.” She dropped her gaze to her desk as she reached for the paper he’d brought to her. “Thank you for the itinerary, but unless there is something else, I really need to get back to work.”

And just like that he was dismissed. He stood there staring at the crown of her head, as fury whipped through his veins. She was barely civil toward him, but she’d never been outright rude. For a year and a half he’d been on the receiving end of her cold shoulder, and while he could definitely take everything she dished out, that didn’t mean he actually had to.

Before he stopped to think about what he was doing, he moved to the other side of her desk, and dragged her by her arms to her feet.

She stared at him openmouthed, her eyes wide. He knew the moment she regained her composure because her brown eyes darkened to tiny black chips, but before she could lash out at him, he beat her to it with his own cutting words.

“You’re a real pain in my ass, you know that?” He ignored her gasp of shock as he plowed ahead, knowing she wasn’t used to people talking to her in such a manner. “You’ve been nothing but a bitch to me from the day I walked into your office. Don’t you think it’s time for you to stop?”
“I don’t like you. And I refuse to pretend that I do,” she spat out. ”

He narrowed his gaze as he studied her pretty brown face, with her high cheekbones and full sensual lips, which was now marred by her angry expression. She wasn’t a model beauty, but she was definitely lovely in her own way. Still you would never know it with her severe bun, and librarian glasses. Not to mention her conservative, drab, power suits, which she wore like battle armor that hid what he knew was a killer body from the rare glimpses he’d caught of her in her tight spandex at the company gym. At one time he’d wondered how she became the Creative Director of a couture fashion line given her own lack of feminine style, but after the one time he’d seen her in action, he’d never wondered again. She had a discerning eye, a calculating brain, and she could easily spot what would sell and what wouldn’t.

With her superior intellect, she was one of those women who valued brains over beauty and brawn and hated anyone who used the latter two to their advantage. He had to admit that he wasn’t afraid to turn on the charm to close a deal or coax a diva supermodel into doing a show, but he wasn’t the male whore she thought him to be, and he was getting damned tired of having to always explain himself to her. Especially, when he knew the real reason why she lashed out at him, was not because she hated who he was and what he represented, but rather because she hated herself for being attracted to him, given who he was and what he represented.
“You say you don’t like me. But I think it’s the opposite.”

“You’re so arrogant that you would believe that but you’re wrong—”
“Am I?” Later he would question what came over him, but the challenge in her words had him seeing red and he easily backed her up against her office wall, trapping her between it and the length of his hard body.

Settling his face in the crook of her neck, he stroked his tongue across her smooth skin that peeked out from just above her collar. He didn’t mistake the gasp of pleasure that rippled past her lips, even as she made a half-hearted attempt to push against his chest.
He chuckled softly in triumph, eliciting a slight shiver from her body as goose bumps dotted the skin at her neck. “You say you don’t like me, but I wonder if I stick my fingers beneath this skirt of yours will they find nothing but wet warmth.”

“Lucas!” She gasped in warning, when his hands began to tease along the hem of her skirt.
He groaned against her neck, as heat whipped across his skin and his cock hardened behind the zipper of his pants. The sound of his name on her lips was probably the sweetest thing he’d ever heard. The teacher had set out to teach the student a lesson, but here he was getting schooled.
He knew then that if he didn’t pull away from her now, she would wind up pinned down on top of her desk, with his cock buried balls deep inside her warm pussy. He knew instinctively that the sensual woman inside her would wind up giving him the best ride of his entire life, but he refused to give into the temptation of fucking her. She wasn’t ready, and because of this she would end up resenting him for seducing her, even though it was him who was being seduced by her sensual allure.

Pulling away from her, he held her gaze, as a myriad of conflicting emotions flashed across her face. This was probably the first time she’d ever been forced to admit the truth of her attraction to him, and he was sure that inside she was running scared.

“You know I’m not the male gigolo you make me out to be, just as you know you want me, even though I’m sure you wish you didn’t,” he said with a wry smile, as he reached out to stroke his thumb across her full bottom lip. “You also know that I’ve wanted you for a long, long time,” he said in a low whisper. She started to shake her head, and while she hadn’t parted her lips to protest, he still silenced the shake of her head with a single finger against her lips. “There’s no point in denying it. We both know the truth,” he said firmly. “And do you want to know what else I know?” He grinned when she shook her head again, but he ignored it. She probably didn’t want to know at all, but he was still going to tell her.

“I know that when I take you for the first time, it’s not going to be a hasty fuck on your desk. I’ve waited a long time to get between your thighs, so believe me when I finally do, it will be in a soft bed, with soft sheets, someplace where we will not be disturbed because once I’m inside you, I don’t plan to go anywhere for a very long time.”

Her eyes widened in shock as she stared up at him, her mouth agape. He ached to kiss the sexy bow of her soft, succulent mouth, but forced himself not to as he dropped his hand from her lips and stalked out of her office, before he could conveniently forget all about those satin sheets and long lazy nights in favor of that hard, square desk.

Bedtime Stories-What Happens in Vegas ©
Copyright Nadia Aidan 2008

It's Time for Kissmas!

2008-12-01T18:10:00.003-06:00

Ladies and Gents!

It's time for the Twelve Days of Kissmas!

I'm taking and asking for new stories, romance or erotica, nice or naughty. So, if you'd like to share, just dust off that shorty short and send it to me at: sydneymolare@yahoo.com. All stories must be received by December 10 because the fun starts December 12th!.

The Twelve Day of Kissmas...Redux

2007-12-24T16:23:00.000-06:00

I want to thank all the authors who participated in my Twelve Days of Kissmas! Your stories heated the world these past few weeks. And to end it all on a bang, here is a "different" recap of the Twelve Days of Kissmas...erotically of course!

On the first day of Kissmas, my true love surprised me with a hot oil massage. His fingers kneaded, rubbed and smoothed my body into total submission. His tongue mirrored his capable hands and I released my mind; freed my body to do with it as he wanted.

On the second day of Kissmas, my true love said to me, “Here’s my Platinum Visa Card, go have a shopping spree!” Definitely music to my ears.

I was passing Victoria’s Secret when the lingerie called my name. The lace was oh so delicate to the touch; the leather beckoned my dark side. The corduroy two piece sprang from the shelf and landed without a parachute on top of the thongs which rained down into my cart like a pot of gold. As I was checking out, a boa somersaulted from the mannequin and curled around my neck. I said to myself: This ain’t a bad beginning.

On the third day of Kissmas, my true love said to me, “Don’t eat this box of chocolate until I tell you I’m on my way home.” Now this left me puzzled, but I held my paws at bay until the appointed phone call, then I ravished the box like it was my manly man.

He serenaded me as he entered, suit coat thrown rapidly to the floor. Soon, the room was a kaleidoscope of his clothes and mine. Naked now, we attacked each other in full-blown lust—biting, scratching, kissing. His silky lips left burn marks on my skin as they trailed from my face, past my chest on to my Eden. My hands clawed at his head when he spread my lips; blew on my juices. As he slurped me dry, I understood the candy thing when he said, “Chocolate never tasted as good as it does right now.”

On the fourth day of Kissmas, my true love surprised me with a striptease. Now my man was a manly man and a manly man was he. This was confirmed once again as I watched his dick bounce around the elephant trunk G-string he was wearing. He wiggled his hips and flexed that ass. When he humped and ground his pelvis into the floor, I could no longer control my coochie. She made me spring from the couch, insert myself beneath him and open wide. Shit!

On the fifth day of Kissmas, I shaved my pussy clean! The better for him to eat off of, so I reasoned. When he arrived home, I replaced the hair with Whip Cream. His tongue bathed me in love as he licked up, down, side-to-side, front-to-back…and…back … further still. I howled from his tongue sodomy; tore holes in the cushion from the mind-numbing pleasure. Then…I reciprocated fully.

On the sixth day of Kissmas, I picked up presents for me. I “gifted” myself with a 12-inch dildo, handcuffs, nipple pinchers, penis ring and a short whip courtesy of The Passion Hole. With the leather from Vicky’s and my stiletto boots, I was thinking Biker Bitch. However, an unannounced visit from my mother-in-law pissed me the hell off and Biker Bitch morphed into S & M Dominatrix. My manly man’s bass became a tenor as I rolled the penis ring over his root. The tenor became a soprano as I viciously connected the pinchers to his nipples. His dick became a staff as I thrashed his ass with my whip…before I sucked him into my mouth. He screamed; I creamed as my capable lips drained the gizm from his dick.

On the seventh day of Kissmas, I had calmed down. My manly man’s eyes watched me in apprehension and I giggled inside. I proceeded to make Happy Faces over and over and over. Everything was copacetic again.

On the eighth day of Kissmas, I was feeling rambunctious as hell! I bathed, sprayed and slid into my corduroy two piece. Then I waited…anxiously. I lassoed my manly man as he walked in the door. I handcuffed him to the bed, cut his clothes from his body before bucking him like a bronco. He slept until morning.

On the ninth day of Kissmas, I bought my true love a plasma television. He oohed and aahed over the gift before I gave him his second present. I inserted the Dynamic Booty V video in the VCR and…proceeded to do everything to him that they were doing in the video.

On the tenth day of Kissmas, my true love brought home the Kama Sutra. I had no idea of how limber I was until we performed the myriad of positions. I flexed, relaxed, bent, and splayed in an effort to resemble the photos. My legs finally gave out after Position 55.

On the eleventh day of Kissmas, we fucked behind the Courthouse Christmas tree. He was pumping furiously as the ten-second countdown began. We climaxed together as the lights blazed on, leaving our fused bodies visible to the hundred or so people in attendance. Think we made the newspaper?

On the twelfth day of Kissmas, my true love suggested a menage-a-trois. I said sure and proceeded to bring Santa home from the mall. My true love stammered upon seeing the man, but Santa dove in headfirst…literally. He licked me like his Christmas bonus check was up in my coochie. My manly man initially resisted but soon I found myself in a dick sandwich. I sucked and licked one dick while the other pistoned into me from behind. The simultaneous triple cumming left me semi-comatose.

Now, don’t y’all just love Kissmas?

On the Eleventh Day of Kissmas...

2007-12-24T16:08:00.000-06:00

My true love begged for a break. So I plied him with orange juice spiked with ginseng and multivitamins. He'll need it for tomorrow...

On the tenth day of Kissmas...Sylvia Hubbard

2007-12-22T08:28:00.000-06:00

Sex, Lies and Family Ties
by Sylvia Hubbard

Grae used Ezekiel’s large shirt to wrap around her body when she finally decided to answer nature’s call in the middle of the night. It was four a.m. and she couldn’t ignore her bladder until morning.

Quietly, she walked to the bathroom down the hall, but she heard noise in the great room. Her curiosity was peaked and she decided to see who was in there. Deep down she was hoping she could get more insight on the relationship between Dana and Tyrone. Or at least kill the curiosity that was gnawing at her inside. If Dana were alone, Grae would ask her if she was sleeping with Tyrone.

Covering her gasp as she looked around the corner, keeping her body in the blackness of the hall, Grae saw Dana and Tyrone in the kitchen together. They were naked and Tyrone was holding her on the counter, driving himself up into her as if he hadn’t made love in years. His hard thrusts shook the whole countertop, but Dana
didn’t complain. She reveled in the quaking thrusts immensely, holding onto him tightly for the
ride, orgasming repeatedly and soon he joined her.

SHE WAS SLEEPING WITH JEROME’S BROTHER!

Ezekiel had to have suspected it was true, which was why he called Dana a whore.
Grae was about to go back to her bedroom to try to hold her pee until the morning, until she heard a voice from the couch. Since the back of the couch was facing Grae, she didn’t even know someone had been lying on it.

“When you two are done, I’d like my wife back,” Jerome said in a teasing tone, sitting up.

Dana giggled as Tyrone growled, “She’s my wife too, dammit.”

“Only in Canada.” Jerome stood entirely naked and Dana untwined her body from Tyrone’s as Jerome came over to her to carry her effortlessly back to the couch.

They kissed deeply as if she had not just been with another man seconds ago and Grae watched in pure shock, really unsure if she should be disgusted or strangely aroused at the intimate scene.

Jerome laid her down on the couch and then laid over her. Grae heard Dana moan in titillation as Jerome entered her. He also disappeared for a moment and Dana’s groans of pleasure became louder. Tyrone came over to the couch and Dana reached up and fondled Tyrone’s softened manhood. Jerome was stroking himself inside of her with more momentum.
Tyrone’s manhood thickened soon and somehow Dana’s head came over the arm of the couch as Tyrone lowered his shaft down into her mouth.

Grae rushed quietly back into the bedroom not believing what she had witnessed.

“Are you okay?” Zeke asked, coming awake.

She couldn’t even begin to explain to him why she was upset because she couldn’t even understand what she had just seen. Controlling herself, Grae said in a forced calm voice, “Yes. I just have to pee.”

He sat up, still naked and walked over to her. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Ezekiel questioned.

Shaking her head, she collapsed against his body. “She was with both of them!” Grae desperately whispered. “At the same time!”

He just held her close not saying a word.

Looking up at him, she asked, “You knew?”

“It was explained to me by Tyrone in a detailed letter, after I called her a whore.”

“And they accept… each other sharing her?”

“People have their vices. They’re brothers who are madly in love with the same woman. They adjust and live happily. He’s my friend and I’ve never seen him so happy before.” He guided her to a private bathroom inside their room, which Grae had not noticed before. “Are you sleepy?”

“Not anymore.”

“Good. I’ll be in there in a moment.”

She used the bathroom and freshened up before he joined her. After a passionate kiss, he turned the shower on and guided her inside. He kept his back to the water so it wouldn’t get in her hair and they washed each other without washcloths –leaving no inch of skin untouched. Grae could never imagine doing this with any man other than Ezekiel Chambers. If they weren’t
kissing, they were touching. Either way, they were arousing each other until on
Ezekiel’s second time washing her; he fell to her knees and pressed his mouth
against her moins. Every inch of her conscience screamed for her to stop him, but
her body didn’t as he raised a thigh over his broad shoulder and further delved his
wonderful mouth between her womanly folds.

She tasted like sweet white chardonnay warmed to perfection and spilling over
on his lips and running down his chin. He hadn’t meant to go this far, but it was as if
her body was calling him for his touch – his taste – everywhere!

He tried his best to bury his face between her legs, voraciously laving her.

“Zeke!” she cried entwining her fingers in his thick dark hair as her nerves
pulsed as if a powerful electric bolt hit her like Mack truck.

Grae screamed at the top of her lungs not caring if the whole world heard her.

On the ninth day of Kissmas...Lucynda Storey

2007-12-21T08:24:00.000-06:00

The Captives Release

Lucynda Storey
Aspen Mountain Press

Blurb:
Women in Talone have freedom of choice in their marriages. Not so for Princess Finola who is being given, against her will to King Lacombe of Hamre. When she flees her lover finds her only for them to run straight into a group of Lacombe’s soldiers.

With her lover, Calder, taken to the dungeons, Finola is held captive and destined to join King Lacombe’s harem. Her situation is made worse by her intense physical fascination to the mysterious, masked stranger commanding the soldiers; a man who can touch but not partake...the man she calls ‘Broadsword.’

He hides the attraction she knows exists between them. Perhaps she can use her allure against him to escape and return to Calder. Then he reveals dark secrets about the man she thought she loved. Who can she trust...Calder or the impossible masked man who ignites passion deep within her? Which man will be responsible for "The Captive's Release"?

Excerpt

Her eyes opened to reveal his silken, yellow tresses framing his tanned
face. His long hair was tied at the nape of his neck, just reaching
his shoulder. She reached toward the thin, leather string that held it
back and released his hair. Among the people, especially mothers, hair
like his was an honor, a desirable gift of physical beauty. If they
could have daughters with hair like his, they would find husbands for
their offspring quickly.

Calder deserved it and every tribute he’d earned over the long years of
unrelenting, unthankful service. Working for her father had come with
a price.

His eye color, too, was held in high regard. She envisioned their
brilliant blue, which marked him as touched by the Goddess. Among her
people, he was the only one to have such eyes. However, none of that
mattered now. Calder was here, with her. The world, her world, would
certainly get better. He would apply reason to the knot her father had
created, thereby releasing her from her invisible prison.

“You’ve no idea how I’ve longed for you to be with me this night.”

“Aye. I think I do. I could not keep my mind from you once the sun
dropped below the horizon. I searched your rooms and when I didn’t find
you, I went to the king. Only I didn’t have to speak to him to know
what your heart told you to do, fair one. He and that buffoon from Hamre
were congratulating themselves on a well-made treaty, with you at the
center of it. I made a hasty departure without speaking to either.”

He lifted her higher into his arms and her flesh tingled in anticipation
of his kiss, his touch.

“Why are you here alone, Princess?”

“If my father would sell me to King Lacombe, no one could know I’d
left. He would find out immediately!” Finola looked into his eyes. “You
understand what this means, do you not?”

“Of course, I do. You’ve run from a possible tyranny worse than that
under which you currently live.”

“You know?” How could Calder know about the workings of Lacombe’s
kingdom?

“Aye, Hamre is ruled by an iron fist. A fist that resounds with the
torture of its citizens for the slightest offense. You are in great
peril. I cannot allow you to go to such a place.”

Finola rubbed her eyes. “What shall we do? I will not be a prize
heifer to be fought over between kings.”

She quieted, and waited for his response. His arms, unbreakable steel
bands, tightened about her. The silence of the forest echoed her
abandonment and betrayal at the hand of her father. “Calder, is there
nothing that can be done?”

“Aye, I can think of a few things. None of them pleasant, I fear.”

“What can be worse than being held in Hamre, as nothing more than
property? Even death is preferable.”

“Let us pray, Princess, that it will not be such an irredeemable
decision.”

“What then? What shall we do?”

His large hand stroked her hair. Longing erupted in her. She nestled
closely against his solid chest as he whispered, “Follow your original
plan?”

"You know my plan?”

“From appearances it seems you have no plan other than escape. My
darling, you have simply run away, with no plan at all. In that, I can aid
you.”

Finola sighed. Calder knew her well. He’d always been able to see
into her mind, from the time they’d been children, playing games of
strategy forbidden to women. She snuggled into him closer. “Why can’t my
father choose you for my husband?”

You know good and well her mind screamed. He has no wealth, no
elevated position of noble power. He was nothing more than a child captive,
given to an elevated commoner, the palace blacksmith, without a son of
his own.

Abruptly, she halted the discussion, before he could reply. “Let us
talk on this no further. I simply wish to be here, in your arms. The
morrow will take care of itself. We must be careful to make the most of
the moments we have together.” She wrapped an arm about his neck, and
pulled his head closer to hers. “Kiss me.”

Behind him, Finola heard the pop of an ember. In the dark, the noise
was loud and threatening. But Calder was here, her Calder. Closing her
eyes, she gave herself up to the sensation of his rough lips on hers.
She ran her tongue over the dry edges, moistening them before she
delved into his mouth. He tasted of tepid, tart wine and reminded her of
picnics in the summer sun.

His response to her wasn’t long in coming. “Is this what you wish
tonight, my Princess?”

Roaming the broad expanse of his chest with a free hand she searched
for the tiny peaks she loved to torment. Slowly, she stroked a nub
through the rough material he wore when he was on the road, ignoring his
question. “How was your trip?”

“You know,” he gasped, “I cannot reply to your questions intelligently
when you abuse me so.”

Slowly, she pulled up his tunic and allowed her hands to stroke the
warm skin underneath. “Love me.”

“A request or a command, my princess?”

"Both. I need you to touch me, as no other has.”

Calder laughed. “I should hope not. I would be forced to remove the
hands from the body of such a culprit.”

With agonizing slowness, he untied the cotton strings of her bodice,
releasing her breasts. They pebbled in the cool night air and she
anxiously awaited the feel of his mouth on her.

Calder had taught her much about being a woman. He’d pleasured her
often without compromising her honor, making sure their mutual
satisfaction did not come at the cost of her maidenhead. Oh that she’d given
herself to him long months back, that she was married to him, that she
carried his child in her womb. Then she wouldn’t have to be concerned
about being sold to the highest bidder or keeping an imaginary political
peace.

“Do not delay, my love. I grow desperate.”

His mouth conquered hers, forcing her to give up her assault on his
lips while one of his hands cupped her breast, and toyed with the already
hardened nipple. “I am happy to serve my Princess without hesitation.”

His whispered words sent chills through her. She moistened between
her thighs as she anticipated the sensations yet to come.

Tweaking his nipple, she responded, “As you should be. What other man
would dare to place his mouth where you have?” She leaned back in his
arms, giving him fuller access to her breasts.

“No other will dare and not pay the price,” Calder growled low in her
ear.

Even as delightful shivers ran down her arms, she wondered at his
words. How could he prevent Lacombe from touching her? She reached for the
string on his breeches and loosened them. Beneath the heavy cloth,
she could feel his maleness, hard and ready for her touch.

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On the eighth day of Kissmas...Sydney Molare'

2007-12-20T00:44:00.000-06:00

Her Wildest Fantasy
Sydney Molare

Satisfy Me Anthology
Kensington Books
2007

My heart was thumping and my mind jumping all over the place. I’d never had two men sex me down at one time. Yeah, it’d always been my fantasy but the reality is something I hadn’t planned because I never believed I could find two men that I enjoyed that would be willing participants. Sharing pussy isn’t one of their strong suits.

My hands were sweaty as I unlocked the door.

Felix and Tommy never said a word. In fact, they never even looked at the other. Each time I peeped them, they were staring only at me. I ushered them in with little fanfare.

Showtime!

I took a deep breath then cleared my throat. “Why don’t I freshen up and we go from there,” I suggested.

“Cool,” was Felix’s reply. Tommy answered moments later with, “Fine.”

I strode into the bedroom on shaky legs. I stripped out of my clothes and let the massage jets steam up the bathroom before I entered the shower. I washed myself slowly, trying to plot my strategy.

Both at once or one at a time?

One at a time would be business as usual. Shoot, since I didn’t know when I‘d even get another shot at some double dick action like this, I decided to go for the gusto—both in me at the same time in whatever fashion we wished…Video style.

Suddenly, the shower curtain was drawn back. Felix’s golden body stood on the other side, naked and aroused. His cock was throbbing and a drop of precum was present on the tip. He stepped inside, pulled me close. My breasts mashed into his massive chest as his tongue raped and pillaged mine. He’s never kissed like this before! I thought as he swirled and twirled with abandon.

His hands grabbed my cheeks and spread them allowing the pulsating massage jets to tickle my anus. It was unique and pleasurable. My pussy juice multiplied rapidly. He pressed me against the wall; began sucking my nipples. The sensation was felt from my clit to where his lips were clamped on my breasts. I sighed.

The curtain was pulled back again. I opened my eyes to see Tommy’s dark body step into the tub. Felix never stopped his suckling as Tommy shifted behind me. Tommy’s lips sucked along my earlobe, my neck, my back while his hands plunged into my bush, stroking, pulling, pushing inside of me, forcing me to respond. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. I was on fire!

Felix moved lower, stopping momentarily to lick my belly button, until he was eye level with my clit. Tommy splayed me open wide for Felix. Felix’s tongue caressed my outer lips, inner lips, then pierced my love hole. I moaned as his thick mouth dick lapped at my juices. Tommy stroked my pelvis, pulled my nipples taut as Felix fed on my lubricant. I undulated against the hard dick at my ass and mouth at my pussy.

Tommy’s dick slid between my ass cheeks and throbbed. He blew in my ear; whispered, “I plan to fuck you like nobody’s business tonight.” I moaned and wiggled harder. He humped my ass, balls brushed my cheeks. I writhed in ecstasy, dislodged Felix’s head from my pussy. When Tommy inserted a finger into my anus, I screamed as the needle pinpricks flowed upwards and exploded at my clit…

On the seventh day of Kissmas...Blythe Phillips

2007-12-19T01:08:00.000-06:00

Christmas Lights Through Tears

by Blythe Phillips

The holidays were never a good time for Victoria. She didn’t have any family and since she aged out of the foster care system she worked hard to create a life for herself on her own. She sat on a bench in a busy outdoor shopping center and watched the people rushing around with their presents. Victoria didn’t have anyone that needed a present in her life so she enjoyed her hot coffee and watched the holiday drama as it played out in front of her. She thought back to the holidays when she was a child. Instead of the excitement of Christmas morning she always found herself looking at the decorative lights through tears. She wanted a real family but it just never happened for her.

She finished her coffee and walked through the park to go home to her empty apartment. She moved to this town just a few weeks ago so the few friends she did have were hundreds of miles away. The loneliness weighed on her and as she walked huge snowflakes started to fall. They were beautiful and simple. It made her smile as they landed on her lashes and in her hair. At least Mother Nature was kind enough to say hello. Suddenly she hear someone yelling, “Sam! Come here girl!” The next thing she knew a small puppy was jumping up on her legs begging for attention. A man was running after her with a broken leash and looked completely exhausted. Victoria knelt down to pet the small dog.

“I’m so sorry, she just got away from me” He said. He bent slightly and put his hands on his knees.

“It’s ok, I love dogs.” She stood stuck her hand out.”I’m Victoria.”

“Jeremy. It’s nice to meet you.” He shook her hand and she could feel his warmth through her glove.

“Well I better get going. Glad I could catch Sam for you.” She said with a smile.

They stood there for just a moment too long as the snow fell around them. He had dark hair, and eyes that were so dark they were almost black. He had to be at least a foot taller than she was and from the way his coat hung on his body he was muscular with a wide chest and shoulders. He looked so good she had a moment where she couldn’t come up with any words. Then she looked up and saw the crooked smile on his face as he realized that she had been starting just a little too long. She felt her face go red as she blushed.

“I should go…” She stammered out and started to walk away.

She reached the end of the path where it turned up to the stone steps leading to the street when she heard him behind her.

“Victoria! Wait!” He caught up with her carrying Sam. “What are you doing tonight?”

“Just headed home for some dinner.” She said.

“Come to dinner with me. Please. I promise I’m not a crazy stalker. How could someone crazy have such a cute dog?”

She watched the squirming puppy in his arms and then looked up into those eyes again. They made her melt every time she glanced at him.

“Ok, dinner sounds nice.” She said, “But if you do turn out to be a crazy stalker I’m not going to be happy.”

She smiled and his heart stopped. She was beautiful. She had thick, wavy, red hair and the most brilliant green eyes he had ever seen. Her skin was pale and she looked delicate despite the fact she was clearly a full grown woman.

“Let me get Sam home and I’ll meet you right here in ten minutes.”

“I’ll be here. I was planning on spending the holiday on my own anyway.” She said.

“Great,” she thought, “nothing men like more than a desperate woman.”

He started to walk away, put Sam back on her leash, and then turned around and came back to her. She looked up at him and he bent down to give her the softest kiss, brushing his lips across hers. She thought her knees would buckle with the sweet intensity of his lips on hers and she reached her arms up around his shoulders to pull him closer. He moaned softly and deepened the kiss, his tongue gently sliding against hers. His body was pressed tightly against her and the snow continued to fall around them. As he kissed her Victoria realized this was the most romantic moment of her life and tried to take in every sensation so she would always remember it. His arms came around her waist and held her to him.

“God, you taste so good.” He whispered against her lips. “I couldn’t walk away and give up the chance to do this.” He felt her shiver and realized she was probably freezing.

“My apartment is right here. Come up with me and get warm while I feed Sam and then we can go out.” He bent to rub the dog’s ears and Sam’s tail wagged enthusiastically.

“Ok.” She still felt lightheaded and liquid from the intensity of his kiss and she followed him to the building right across the street. His apartment was on the second floor and as he opened the door she could clearly see that a man lived there. While it was clean, and looked comfortable, there were no pictures, no knick-knacks, in fact there wasn’t much but the huge TV in the corner. She smiled thinking that all men loved their toys. The one thing that made the room seem like a home was the beautiful Christmas tree.

Jeremy stepped back into the room and looked at her for a moment. Then with two large strides he crossed the room and took her face into his hand as his lips gently brushed hers again. She moaned and began to unbutton his coat and as he shrugged it off she could feel his muscles rippling under her hands. A few moments later her coat was also on the floor and they were on the couch kissing desperately. The attraction was so intense it was undeniable. He kissed her as if she was the only thing in his world.

“I can’t believe you were going to spend the holidays alone.” He whispered against her cheek. “I don’t think that will happen now.” His fingers trailed down her neck and she shivered under his touch.

She snuggled against the warm strength of his body and sighed. She was comfortable and felt safe against his powerful body. As she looked at his Christmas tree she realized this would be the first Christmas that she wouldn’t have to look at the brilliant holiday lights through her tears.

On the sixth day of Kissmas...Wanda D. Hudson

2007-12-17T20:37:00.000-06:00

One Night Stand...or Two?

Wanda Hudson

Blurb:

Delvina is a lady who desires a heated sexual encounter. Her cousin, Jerry, stirs her from another lonely night of watching rented movies by offering to take her out. They settle on a nightspot called the Aces Lounge, which is owned by Alex B.

Can Alex B. handle what the voluptuous Delvina has to offer? Will it be a One Night Stand…Or Two?

Excerpt

“Do you like what you see, baby? Am I turning you on?”

He said nothing and his eyes grew wide. For a moment, he looked like cocaine was his king. She continued wiggling and rotating her body on a pole that should have been there. Dropping to the floor her ass moved forward and back, and then sensuously swayed side to side as she eased back up. Alex stroked himself in a room that was a tidal wave of chocolate motion. He, the smooth, dark, sinfully delicious middle to Delvina’s round, soft, delicate exterior, waiting to envelope him and become a sweet desert of indulgence.

“That’s it, baby. Get him ready for me.”

She raised her other foot up and removed it in the same manner as the first one. Her only customer watched in amazement. This time he kissed and sucked her breast. When she turned to watch him she replaced her breast with her lips. He kissed her passionately and grabbed her waist.

“Wait, baby. Let me give you a full view.”

Delvina backed away from him and lifted her left leg while rotating her ass and hips. Clockwise she went, stopping all time as Alex and her became more intimately acquainted. Up and down her leg went - her hips rolled like a butter churner as she revolved around and around. An imaginary hula-hoop kept her pace. With her arms raised above her head she turned. Her head lay back as sensuous beads moved in her mind. Swish, swish, swish…slowly she swished. The voice in her head told her to work it and work it well.

The swishing halted momentarily when Delvina stopped with her back towards Alex. She bent down slowly, and pushed her ass out for him. From side to side she began to rock, and added a slight up and down angle bounce. She wanted him to think of her as an all you can eat hot cross bun. A mound of temptation – moist - sweet – dark – sticky…nothing that would harm him, but enough to make him hurt himself trying to take it all in.

Swish, swish, swish was all she heard when she stood and began to turn. When she was facing Alex again his posture was bent forward with his hands reaching out. He wanted her. She took a step back and grinded hard and slow as she slid her dress off. When her dress hit the floor, she reached back and undid her bra, unleashing her forty-four C’s, and letting them fall above her waist. She then bent to take off her silk panties and stood in silence to let him see exactly what he had gotten himself in to.

“Am I too much for you?”

A few seconds passed before he could speak.

“Hell no. Damn you got some big pretty titties. Come here.”

She straddled him and let her breasts fall in his face. Alex went wild with excitement, trying to kiss and suck the both of them at the same time. He ran his hands all around her body and never once removed his mouth from her breasts.

“Slow down, baby. Slow down. We have all night.”

She positioned herself over him as he rolled on a condom. He sat up and slid himself meticulously into her vagina. She moved her body up and down, and wet everything as soon as he entered her.

“Oh.... Oh, give it all to me. Put your big ass on me good.”

Pushing herself down firm she began to ride him. She was slow at first and moved faster as he met her in mid air. Alex continued his delight with her titties and squeezed her ass tightly with each stroke.

“Oh, Alex. Alex, baby. I’m what you need. Take it. Take it all like that…harder.”

Alex pumped his body up and down furiously. He felt her opening up wider to accept him as he overdosed on a legal high.

His breathing was as hot and hard as he was.

He panted. “I didn’t know you could do this to me…yeah...”

His hands lost control as he slapped her ass cheeks in unison. His arms riveted in a cocoa motion that made him repeat the smacks over and over.

“All these titties…all this ass…ahh…”

A special dark contraction controlled him.

“Ahhh, damn, Delv…”

She moved her hips back and forth along with her up and down motion, while holding Alex within her.

He went wild.

“Hold on, baby. Oh…”

As she felt him release, she let him go and began to relax her body on his. He kissed her on the lips and chest before laying back spread eagle on the bed. She then rose up off of him and lay next to him, kissing his face all over as they mellowed with the moment.

The conqueror spoke. “Are you okay? Did you enjoy me?”

“Whew, girl. Yes. Hell yes. I’m a little embarrassed though. I’ve been with two and three women and have never, I mean never, ever, uh, well you know. What did you do to me?”

She let out a sexy chuckle and kissed him again before responding.

“I made you feel good that’s all. Real good. Just because I’m big doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m doing, or how to please a man.”

“I see. I honestly didn’t know what to expect but I didn’t expect that. How did you learn to move like that?”

“Imagination. I imagined you were here and when you finally came, well…”

Alex rolled over on top of her and snuggled his neck into hers.

“Soooooo, may I spend the night with you or do I have to leave?”

“So you like Delvina do you now?”

He pressed his face deeper into her in an attempt to hide his expression. She kissed his cheek as she answered.

“It’s okay, baby. I already know the answer. We won’t make this a one night stand; let’s try for two.”

The excerpt, One Night Stand…Or Two?, is taken from the January 2008 release of , LuvMe. LuvMe is a collection of erotic, romantic short stories written by Wanda D. Hudson. Please visit http://www.wandadhudson.com/ or email http://us.f501.mail.yahoo.com/ym/Compose?To=wanda_d_hudson@yahoo.com for more information.

On the fifth day of Kissmas...Renee Knowles

2007-12-17T08:50:00.001-06:00

Going Topless
by Renee Knowles
Siren Publishing
Genre: Erotic Chick Lit/Women's FictionLength: Full Novel (62,000 words)
ISBN: 1-933563-74-5
Out Now!!!
http://www.sirenpublishing.com/
http://www.reneeknowles.com/

BLURB:

Susannah never thought she'd end up 39, widowed and alone. Then her sister takes her on an impulsive trip to Amsterdam where a hot younger man reawakens her sexuality. But can she learn to love again?

EXCERPT:
As she scanned the beach, Susannah caught sight of two gorgeous dark-haired women to the left of them. She adjusted the new Gucci sunglasses she'd bought yesterday. "Are those women not wearing any tops?"

Hagen's gaze followed hers. "Yes. I mean, no. They are not."

"And that is okay here?"

"Why not?"

Why not? Well, there were families on the beach for one. Although the children playing in the water didn't even spare a glance toward the half-naked women.

Fascinated by the women's brazenness, her eyes drifted back to them. The topless twosome had smooth, cocoa-colored skin with firm, perky breasts. They were Italian or Spanish, perhaps. And as Susannah glanced around, she noticed they weren't the only two sunbathing exposed.
Hagen stared at Susannah, his brown eyes twinkling. "Why are you so curious? Would you like to take your top off?"

"No! No. Are you insane?" Her 34Bs would stay right where they belonged, under wrap. She glanced down at her navy halter. "The girls are fine and dandy as they are, thank you very much."

His fingers slowly made their way down her bikini neckline to the top of her décolleté. "They are very beautiful. You have nothing to hide." His knuckles stroked her intimately, and his voice came out low and husky.

A bead of sweat darted down her back, and it was as much from the heat of Hagen 's words, as from the heat of the sun.

She cleared her throat. "I think I'll stick with hiding all the same."

"Yes. You must be good."

That was who she was. Good, proper, sweet, Susannah.

Hagen shrugged and reclined back. "It matters little to me. I only thought you might want to be less uptight."

Her spine stiffened. "I am not uptight. I merely choose not to show my breasts to all of the Netherlands ."

"Okay."

"You don’t believe me?" she asked.

"Fine. You are right. Be yourself.""Be myself?" Susannah said, puzzled. "Do you mean suit myself?"

"Ja, yes. Just do what you want."

"I will." She lay back down and closed her eyes, letting the sun beat down on her. She wasn't going to be talked into something so…wild. After all, she was nearly forty. And she was no exhibitionist.

She cracked her eyes open. "How come you’ve never asked me my age?"

"Because it doesn’t matter to me."

He said it so matter of fact. Maybe it didn’t matter. Maybe she was making way too much of this.

Susannah pushed herself back up and watched Chelsie and Mattie splash around in the water. Chelsie wore a hot Rio-style bikini, but Mattie had on a pair of shorts and a tank top. Mattie certainly didn't take any chances.

Is that how Susannah wanted to live? Respectable, modest, and boring?

She checked to be sure Courtney and her crew weren't paying any attention to them. This would probably be the stupidest, most ridiculous thing she'd ever done. But in one quick motion, she unhooked her halter-top and flung the scrap of silky material to the towel.

"Fantastisch," Hagen breathed as he stared wide-eyed at her. He let out a low whistle.

She moved toward him, her breast skimming his arm. The sensation made her nipple tingle and tighten. "Uptight, my ass," she whispered.

He laughed. "You are one amazing woman, Susannah."

Susannah rested back down with a smile on her face. The warmth of the sun hitting her boobs felt unfamiliar and more than a little naughty. She had to resist the urge to cover herself up with her hands. Hagen seemed completely comfortable to blatantly watch her.

"It's rude to stare," she teased. Yet he didn’t laugh. Hot desire burned in his eyes, and his eyes weren't the only thing responding.

"For a man who said he didn't care what I did, it certainly looks like you care."

He turned onto his stomach, and then smiled. "I lied."

On the fourth day of Kissmas...Mary Winter

2007-12-16T10:06:00.001-06:00

AU NATUREL

by Mary Winter
Ellora’s Cave Publishing
Contemporary Erotic Romance
RELEASE DATE: November 9, 2007
Copyright 2007. All Rights Reserved.

BLURB:
Reba Dailey thought she had everything she wanted…until a heart attack brought her face-to-face with death. No longer able to continue her high-powered, high-stress job as an advertising executive, her weakened body and near-empty bank account challenge her to discover what—and who—she really wants.

Disappointed more than once by modern medicine, Todd Thorpe owns Healing Hands, a natural healing center where he helps people make the most of their natural energy. People like Reba Dailey. One heated kiss a few years ago told him they’d be explosive together. And he’s hungered for her ever since.

Now she’s returned, and Todd aims to prove love and happiness are far more fulfilling than money and success. He also plans to teach her how good natural healing can make her feel. One carnal night at a time.

EXCERPT:
“Todd, I’m not the same woman you met at Hope’s Christmas party. Back then I was working my way up the corporate ladder, sending out feelers to see if I could start my own business. Four months after we shared that kiss, I had a heart attack. A near-fatal one. If I hadn’t been at the office, I probably would have died.” Her voice grew soft. “The very thing that nearly killed me saved my life.” She released a breath in a whoosh of air.

“I didn’t know,” he said quietly. “Hope had mentioned you were having some health issues, but nothing that bad. I’m sorry.” He reached forward and cupped her shoulder. “If there’s anything I can do, please let me know.”

He meant it. Reba blinked. “After the way I treated you?” The question popped out of her mouth before she could censor it.

Todd chuckled. “Look, the past is the past. Neither one of us can change it…all we can do is look forward. You were busy, and then you went through a life-changing experience. I was busy too, getting my business up and running.” He shrugged. “Things happen.”

“Yeah, they do,” Reba agreed. She swiveled to face him. “The thing is, as much as I want to pick up where we left off, I’m not sure I can. My health is tenuous at the moment. I haven’t even discussed with my doctor whether or not I’m able…to be intimate.” She blushed slightly, swallowed hard and waited for him to run.

He didn’t. His hand still rested warm and comforting on her shoulder, his green eyes holding not the pity she expected, but compassion. “Then maybe that should be the first thing you do. I’m still very attracted to you. I won’t run, Reba. Not this time.”

His words sent shivers of promise down her spine. She nodded, her throat too constricted for words.

“What about you, Reba? Will you run?” he asked after long moments of silence.

She shook her head. “No, I won’t run,” she whispered. Picking up the mug, she sipped the cooling tea, thankful to have something to occupy her hands. Returning the topic back to his metaphysical theories seemed far safer than discussing their relationship. “I’m not sure I believe in all of that New Age stuff, though.” She met his gaze, a shade of the tough advertising executive in her eyes. “We make our own realities and our own truths,” she said, setting her mug down once again.

“I won’t argue with that, but don’t you think we do so in accordance with some grander plan, some larger cycle of life?” Reaching out, he caressed her lower lip with his thumb.

The soft caress sent flutters to her womb. For a moment she stiffened. Hadn’t she just told him she hadn’t discussed sex with her doctor? But sitting here on the couch wasn’t having sex. Perhaps she should just loosen up. Breath catching, she slipped her tongue between her lips to caress the edge of his blunt digit.

His thumb stilled. “We move in shades and patterns. It’s up to us to discern the larger picture.”
Reba closed her lips and leaned away, breaking contact. “I never had much time for pictures.” Not even my own. Her lips twisted, turned sad, and she shoved regrets aside. Too late for regrets now, when her heart fluttered in her chest and the frailties of her flesh had gotten her into this situation in the first place. Todd had her so shaken she didn’t know which way was up anymore. “And now I have too much time.” She reached for her tea.

Todd closed his fingers around her wrists. “Isn’t there something you’ve always wanted, yet never reached out and grabbed?”

His question probed too close to wounds she’d picked at during her convalescence. The image of her latest painting, half-finished and probably always would be, leaning against an easel in her bedroom filled her mind. “I’ve taken everything I wanted, and I’m damn proud of it. Or at least I am when I don’t think too much.” Chin lifting, she stared at his fingers against her wrist. Her pulse pounded, thoughts of the one thing she wanted—yet had been too chicken to act upon in his office—swirling in her head. No one ever called Reba Dailey scared. Not when she faced down tight-fisted executives across the boardroom table, and certainly not in pursuit of a handsome man. A smile curved the corner of her lips. “Is there something you want?”

“We’re not discussing me.”

“No, you’re discussing me, but one thing I’ve learned is that people generally find failings in others that they also have in themselves.” On the offensive, Reba faced him. Curling her toes into the plush carpet, she contemplated walking them up Todd’s leg, curling her digits over the ridge she saw in his jeans and seeing if he was as hard and thick as he looked. Two could play the “what do you want” game, and she had no doubt in the end she’d win.

“So what do you want, Reba?”

His husky voice scraped across nerve endings worn raw from her unfulfilled desires and her need to change her life. She tensed her thighs, thinking of rising up to push him back, straddle him and show him exactly what she wanted. Here, in his home, the intimate atmosphere bound them together far closer than his office could have.

“What do you want?” Reba asked. She reached for him, smiling when her fingers connected with the soft knit of his sweater. In his living room, the woman with a heart condition ceased to exist. This dance she’d played before, and her body screamed that it was time to resume the steps.

Todd grabbed her other wrist. In a flash he pulled her arms over her head and pushed her back against the arm of the couch. His body covered hers, shielding her from the sight of anything but his broad chest. “If I take what I want, will you go after what you want?” He lowered his head, his lips just inches from hers. Each breath scraped her breasts against his chest, and even through layers of clothing electricity zinged between them. She snaked a leg around his hip, her heel pressing against the back of his thigh. “You want me to bare my soul and get all touchy-feely, all New Age? I don’t work that way, Todd. I’m a little more real, a little more now. Almost dying does that to you.”

She’d discarded her shoes at the door and as her sock-clad toes curled into a buttock, she watched a shudder race through him. The woman crawling out of her skin reveled in the release from hibernation.

“I’m not going to fuck you. Not tonight and not until you talk to your doctor.” He eased his grip but didn’t release her.

“Why not? Are you afraid?”

A husky chuckle worked its way from his throat. “No, I’m not afraid. And I have no doubt we’ll have sex. But you’re using this to avoid the issue. And the issue is—what does Reba Dailey want, both in life and love?” He released her and sat back on his side of the couch. “And until you answer that question, whatever this is between us goes no further.”

On the third day of Kissmas...Elissa Gabrielle

2007-12-14T23:11:00.000-06:00

Chocolate Dreamin’

By Elissa Gabrielle

“The next poet, to grace our stage, is a sister who really needs no introduction. Please, welcome back, the very gracious and sexy, Nina Reign,” Ali says as he extends his arms to greet me, taking my hand into his, escorting me to the stage of The Hype, a hot poetry venue in the heart of downtown Newark. I flawlessly flow to the mic, acknowledging the band behind me with a brief nod of the head and, of course, a sexy smile. The dim lights and candles lit all around sets the tone in the club, making it one of intrigue, sexiness and passion. The amber spotlight finally arrives at the center of my caramel-coated lips, and I imagine it offsets my wavy, shoulder-length, dark brown hair. I feel sexy, and everyone in the house is about to find out. I hope Nasir gets the point, takes heed to my message, feels my rhythm and gives in to my unspoken carnal requests.

Gently caressing the mic and its bulbous head, as if it is Nasir, I begin to spill it—my heart that is. My desires, for all in this little private world to hear, especially him, whom I can’t seem to let escape my naughty fantasies, in my mind anyway, will have its story told this evening. This is way beyond infatuation. I yearn for him to justify my lust.

“Thank you. Peace and blessings family. It’s been a minute. I want to bless you with this piece called Them There Eyes. I’m just going to spit from the dome. I hope you enjoy.” Here we go. Exhaling first and getting a slight wind in my hips, I move to the beat of the drummer.

“Windows to your soul
had me trippin’
as if Coltrane was tickling the back of my neck
while Gil was reciting
and Jill was mesmerizing
and Badu was electrifying
chills went thru my thighs
as I gazed starry-eyed into them there eyes.
It was as enchanting as a drink with Common
and then a one-night stand
and as picture perfect as a
private show from Dizzy Gillespie’s Band
like Angelou discovered why I was singing
and Morrison gave me Paradise.
and the warmth found a place between my thighs
soul-searching into them there eyes.
And I blinked and saw you there
talk that shit to me Papi
so magical, and so lovely
my warmth turned to heat
and my nipples got a rise
your eyes
I blink, and I blink, and I blink
yet I cannot breakout from this zone
that I am overjoyed to be cruisin’ in
Can you feel the heat?
my temperature is sky high
and I blink one more time
and I see your nature rise
I lick my lips and blink again
and you slowly come inside.
your eyes
and while you are
Stroking …
my intellect
and moistening me
with …
your vernacular
my initial instinct
is to …
throw it on ya
Eyes Almighty
I implore – permeate and resonate your exuberant wisdom all over me, into me
and don't get it twisted
I am superable
you are Supreme
paramount
and I blink one last time
realizing that it is evident that you can’t be touched
rain your shine down on me
and look at me one more time
your eyes.”

The standing “O” makes me blush as Ali smiles, claps and escorts me off the stage. Finally reaching the bar, I meet up with my girl Destiny who is all aglow. “Girl, why don’t you just tell the boy how you feel?” she jokes as I get comfortable on the bar stool.

“No dear, I can’t bring myself to say a word. And shut up anyway, because you’re the only one who knows,” I respond while signaling for the bartender to come over. “I’ll have a Cosmopolitan, thanks.”

A tap on my shoulder abruptly interrupts my intimate moment with the Cosmopolitan that was just served and I turn around to see who it is. “I loved that piece you performed a minute ago,” he says, grinning from ear to ear, extending his hand to shake mine. “My name is Paul. Nice to meet you.” I smile and just as I’m about to introduce myself for the sake of courtesy, Ali’s voice immediately traps me into tunnel vision.

“Alright, beautiful people. Coming to the stage is Nasir.”

Incredibly rude, I become instantaneously as I ask Paul, Peter, whatever his name is to please,

“Excuse me,” as I spin my barstool around to catch the perfect view of all that is perfect and fine and delicious; Nasir. He deliciously parts his lips to speak and in doing so, sets a ten-alarm fire to the fragrant walls of my sex. The sexiness in his grin, makes me eager, anxious to grab hold of anything he’ll offer, for dear life. He’s delectable in a crisp baby blue button-up, loose fitting Parishrformel jeans in navy, and a perfectly trimmed goatee that has the power to make me instantly drop to my knees and begin sucking on cue, if I had to; if only for one night. His deep set, dark brown eyes are staring only at me, and his shiny bald head is polished to perfection.

Damn, he is glorious and damn it I’m all ears.

“Peace, everyone. I call this piece, Chocolate Dreamin’.” He points in my direction, repositions the mic and speaks, to what seems to be directed at me.

Initially our eyes met briefly and implored for the chance
to welcome heavy breathing,
hunger,
needing.
May I kiss the brown flesh and begin eating?
I beg you to discard all your uncertainties,
and we’ll wet together
as the taste of your sweet skin between my lips
ignites and intoxicates
then our heated tongues will meet in the midst of hot and quickening breath
as I fill you up with all I have left
saturating you with me
dance to my rhythm baby
you can have all you want
-if you just ask
Do you want me?
Let me take you from a whisper to a scream
While chocolate dreamin’

Seems as though everyone in the club knows something I don’t, or at least won’t admit. “He wants you Nina,” Destiny says as Nasir stares at me as he walks off the stage. We’ve been playing this game too long. If I don’t have this man soon, I’m going to explode.

“Come on, Destiny, let’s get out of here,” I say to her knowing damn well I see him heading in my direction. Shit. What am I to say? Well, think quickly, he’s here.

“Nice piece,” I say, devouring him with my eyes. If he only knew the shit I want to do to him.

“Thanks. I loved your piece as well,” Nasir tells me looking even more delicious up close. Damn, I want to suck his dick in the worst way. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out his card and hands it to me. “Give me a call tonight, if you don’t have any plans.”

“Thanks, I sure will Nasir.”

The erotic kiss he plants on my cheek sends a chill up my spine, down my right thigh, up my left, straight to my nipples and lands on my clit, where it is now throbbing profusely. The look of passion on his face is about as subtle as the size of my breasts, and trust me, I’m giving him cleavage for days. Hot damn.

“So, are you going to call him?”

“Yes, Destiny, I will call. But, not tonight. I don’t want him to think I’m desperate.”

“Desperate? Are you serious? The two of you have been making love to one another for two weeks now up there on that stage! Gimme a break! Call that boy!”

“I’m scared.”

“Grow up, bitch, and call him. I say that with lots of love.”

We both laugh. A few more poets grace the stage and we head out. Both of us have work in the morning.

♑ ♑ ♑ ♑ ♑

As I toss and turn in this bed, I can’t help but imagine what Nasir is doing. The violet-colored chemise caresses my curves in all the right places, and the silk brushes against my nipples, turning me on even more. Could it be the bedroom attire turning me on this way? Absolutely not. It’s Nasir. Should I call him? Nah. Maybe tomorrow. Taking another glance at my alarm clock, I realize it’s time to get some sleep. Early morning tomorrow for me as the children in my class have state exams, so it’ll be test packets and number two pencils all day. Okay, now its midnight and I must get some sleep. Off goes the repeat of Law and Order.

The light from the half moon peers ever so slightly through the bedroom window, making it easy for me to see my nipples rising. My fantasies kick into overdrive. Did he say, “chocolate dreaming?” Yes, I’m chocolate dreaming to the tenth power, at twelve-thirty a.m., where now my pillow attempts to extinguish the roaring flames between my thighs, and its soft, plush edge rests against my bulging clit, pulsating in anticipation of him.

My phone rings.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Nina. Did I wake you?”

“No, I’m trying to get to sleep, not there yet. Who’s calling?”

“How many men do you have calling at midnight?”

“None, which is the reason I asked.”

“Nina, its Nasir. I’m sorry to bother you so late.”

“It’s no bother, but how did you get my number?”

“Your friend Destiny gave it to me.”

“Oh, I see.”

“You see what, Nina?”

“Nothing.”

“So, is it a bad time?”

“Not at all. I can’t get to sleep.”

“Me either.”

“And why is that, Nasir? Maybe you need to drink some hot tea or take something to soothe you.”

“That could be true, or…”

“Or, what?”

“Maybe I can drink you. That will soothe me.”

“Is that right?”

“Yes.”

“Mmm, well, we’ll have to arrange that.”

“I’m yours for the taking, Nina.”

“I’m flattered, Nasir.”

“So Nina, what are you wearing?”

“A purple nighty.”

“Do you have panties on?”

“No, Nasir. I don’t.”

“Mmmm.”

“Mmmm, what?”

“Just sounds so good to me.”

“Why is that?”

“I can just imagine tasting you. You look so good and if you look good, you must taste good.”

“Mmmm, Nasir, I have to go.”

“Why, Nina? I know you’re feeling me. When you get on that stage you’re speaking to me, right?”

“Right.”

“So speak to me now.”

“I can’t right now. You caught me at an awkward moment.”

“Why is that?”

“I was just thinking of you, Nasir.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“I want you, Nina.”

“I want you too, Nasir.”

“Can I have you now?”

“You can’t come over this late, Nasir.”

“Put your phone on speaker.”

“Why?”

“Just do it, baby, for me…please.”

“Okay, it’s on speaker.”

“Take off your clothes.”

“My chemise is off.”

“Lay on your back, baby,” Nasir commands.

“Now, bend your knees.”

“Nina, spread your legs, nice and wide, for me.”

Silence.

“Just imagine me there with you, Nina, and my lips kissing you softly all over your beautiful body. Can you imagine that, Nina?”

“Yes, I can, Nasir.”

“Now, picture my tongue gliding over your nipples, and then I suck them, real slow and long. Rub your nipples for me, Nina. Get them hard for me.”

“Mmmm. Nasir, I can’t do this. Mmmmm.”

“Put your tongue on your nipples and think of me.”

“Mmmm.”

“Do you like the way I feel, Nina?”

“Yes.”

“Now, take your hands and rub your thighs. Spread your legs, gorgeous. Suck your fingers and start rubbing my clit, Nina. It’s mine, right?”

“Yes, Nasir.”

“Rub it nice and slow, then stick your fingers in all that sweetness for me. Pull it out then in, over and over again, as if I’m inside you real deep.”

“Mmmm, Nasir.”

“Oh baby, I’m almost there, Nina. Shit, I’m coming now. Oooh, damn. I can’t wait to get my hands on you girl.”

“I’m there too, Nasir. Oh God, mmmm, this feels so good.”

“I’m going to make you feel even better tomorrow, Nina. I’ll meet you at the club.”

“Okay, bye baby.”

“Bye sweetheart.”

♑ ♑ ♑ ♑

“Blessing us again, y’all, is Ms. Nina Reign. Show her some love.” Ali, once again, welcomes me to the stage.

“Hello, again, good people. I call this one Get Lifted. Enjoy.”

I wanna be your diva
Your secret keeper
Dream weaver
Jism releaser
Pleasure seeker
My treat, it’s on me.
I’m beggin’ to spread
My yearnin’ all across your head
And then eat it.
Hungry,
Like a new boxer.
Driven,
to be your provider.
I know it’s crazy
But my smile is somewhere off,
Far gone
In a distant
Galaxy
Until
I hear my name-
Part so deliciously
From your lips
To my ears.
Do feed me,
Then fuck me,
Like Mos.
Hold me,
Want me,
Let’s get lifted,
Like Legend.
Spank, wind and bend,
To get dem juices flowin’
Over and over again.
Snap, crackle and pop me
From here,
There
everywhere
To infinity.
But wait,
Don’t love me
Then leave me
As the thought of having you once
Only
Would ache my heart strings
Can I really have you, baby?

Ali walks me off the stage, and I head towards the ladies room, before joining Destiny at the bar.

I didn’t see Nasir this evening, which sends my emotions into a tailspin. It’s all good. I walk down the three steps leading to the lower level ladies room, knock on the door, no one is occupying it, so I head in, turn around to lock it when my heart races and the yearning between my sugar walls is at an all time high.

“Hello, Beautiful.”

“Hi, Nasir. I didn’t see you earlier.”

“I was in the back. I heard your piece. Was that for me?”

“Maybe.”

“Yeah?”

His seductive smile melts my insides and brings out the devil in me.

“It could’ve been for you.”

Licking his lips, Nasir slowly approaches. I back up to create much needed space between us.

“Nasir, this is a ladies bathroom, honey, you have to get out now.”

Nasir joins me in the bathroom, locks the door behind him, moves in so close to me, invading all my space, backs me up to the sink; I have no choice but to sit there. Opening my mouth with his thumb, he parts my lips and kisses them, placing his tongue in my mouth, licks my lips and moans.

“Damn, Nina, I’ve been dying to taste those pretty lips for so long.”

His strong, big hands open my blouse to where he finds full breasts awaiting. He leans in and begins sucking, cupping both breasts into his powerful hands, outlining my nipples with his tongue, sucking with so much purpose.

“Mmmm, Nina, I love your Tootsie Roll nipples. You taste as good as I imagine. Can I have you now, baby?”

“Yes, Nasir.”

Nasir takes off his shirt to reveal bold and beautiful brown skin, while I pull off my blouse and skirt. His pants fall, but don’t hit the floor before my panties do.

“Squat over my face, Nina.”

I oblige.

“Mmm, your pussy tastes good Nina.”

Sweet, light flickers of his tongue, guide my every grind on his face. With each lick, he becomes more bold, daring, and the light, polite touch of his tongue, now turns into intrepid, deep, wet, wide, determined brush strokes, making me shiver in pleasure and moan in pure ecstasy.
If I pull his face any further into my love, it’ll look like I gave birth to him.

“Nasir, please hurry, please…fuck me.”

Nasir seductively looks up at me with a glazed euphoria in his eyes; the look you get when you want to fuck someone so bad. Getting up, Nasir lifts and props me up onto the bathroom sink, and commands, “Spread that pussy real nasty for me, Nina. Let me see it.”

I oblige.

“Mmm, it looks so good baby; it’s so pretty. Do you want me now, Nina?”

“Yes, Nasir, please.”

As he pulls out that sweet brown pipe, my initial reaction is to suck it, but I can’t move from this position I’m in. I want him so bad. I need to feel him right now. As I begin pulling him closer to me, kissing his lips, I can smell my pussy on his breath, turning me on like crazy. Grabbing the mouth-watering embellishment, rubbing my clit with the tip vigorously, makes me a hot wet mess, as all of my juices swirl around from the head of his magic to the walls of my wonderment, Nasir has got me so ripe and ready. He’s ready. Yet, he’s fucking with me.

“Tell me you want me, Nina.”

“I do, Nasir, so fucking bad. Please let me have it now.”

“Kiss me, Nina.”

The fervent kiss I plant on his caramelized lips comes with an eternity of lust behind it.

Breathing is erratic, heavy and heated.

Nasir lifts my leg and inserts deeply with conviction as I cry out in ecstasy. The length of his manhood fills me up so quickly, so well; it’s everything I imagined and more. His powerful thrusts in and out of me makes my pussy walls give way to every one of his dominant blows as the sopping sounds of sweet, slick, sex saturate the bathroom, as well as all of my senses. The motions in and out, round and round, side to side drives me nuts; I’m going to bust. Mmm, look at him, licking my tits, smacking my ass, talking all the good shit I love to hear.

“Damn, Nina, you feel so fucking good, baby. Mmm, I can’t hold on too much longer.”

A sensual rage consumes me, and the fire in my eyes confirms, as much as he better not take this dick away from me so soon, for I am insatiable. “Please, Nasir, don’t cum yet. Please don’t take it away from me.”

‘I’m trying Nina, it’s so good.”

“Pull it out Nasir, so you can relax a bit.”

“I can’t, Nina. I’ll slow down,” Nasir confesses, as the heat pours from his lips onto mine.

“Oooh shit, Nasir, damn…oh God…I’m cumming…shit…Nasir…you so good…Mmmm.”

“That’s a good girl, cum all over me, baby. I have wanted you to release all over me for so long

baby.”

Glancing down at Nasir’s dick, now in steel bat status, saturated with my nectar, as it goes in and out of all my goodness, creates a roaring flame, setting fire to my sugar walls again; ejaculation is inevitable, as heavy cream rises to the top.

Nasir rubs my clit as I explode all over him and he is now fucking me so slow and hard, pulling all the way out and going back in with so much determination and passion, he’s so nasty and greedy and damn, here we go again.

“Nasir, I can’t take anymore…shit…you’re making me cum again…oh God, please…ooh it’s so good…Mmm…baby…Oh.”

“Nina, I can’t hold on any longer. Ahhhh.”

Pulling out, the visual of a shiny, delicious and erect dick, fills Nasir’s hand, as he jerks and strokes it, emptying its gratifying remains. The vanilla shake releasing all over the fine hairs of my sex is appetizing, inviting and satisfying and I’m wholly fulfilled; deliciously pleased.
Heavy panting, accompanied by a rewarded smile, Nasir thoroughly enjoyed himself.

“Was it good for you, Nina?”

“Oh yes, Nasir. You are so good,” I respond, out of breath, and a hot, wet mess.

“Can I see you after this, Nina?”

“I’d have it no other way, baby.”

On the second day of Kissmas...Minnie Miller

2007-12-13T18:20:00.001-06:00

Lucien's Love Scene

by Minnie Miller

Mist rose up the wall of Christina’s building and into her bedroom. It became transparent and gradually grew clearer. The full form of a man stood.

Lucien materialized.

She was asleep.

Such beauty, he said in his mind, as he stood beside her bed and looked down upon her peaceful face. The grace of her lovely mouth, dare I kiss it? No, there is a better way.

His breath caught temporarily, passion rose in his body much like the thrill of drinking blood. I will enter her mind, project visions of lovemaking that she won’t forget and lock my thoughts of love in her subconscious. I must see all of her.

He extended his arm, pointed a long finger at her blanket and in a blink of an eye, removed it. Repeating the motion, he then removed her nightclothes. His eyes flashed silver. He whispered, “Ah, yes. Just as I suspected.” Christina had the body of a mature woman, with curves in all the right places and breasts full that looked young and tender. Her skin, the color of caramel matched his; her hair was short and curly with a touch of gray. He expected this.

Lucien continued his head conversations. Must take my time, not frighten the delicate bird. You are mine, my darling. I will have your love. With each blink of his eyes, Lucien planted his lovemaking into her mind, her body, and made her blood boil with lust, yet never physically touching her.

She clasped her legs together tightly, to no avail. Electricity shot to her head. She moaned and twisted, and clasped her legs together again, waging a useless fight. Hot, unseen sex continued to invade her body. Still under his spell, she climaxed.

Lucien, much pleased, left the way he came.

Mist.

Christina fought her way from an emotional sleep, tried to understand what had happened. Her eyes popped open and searched for her night visitor. She sprung up in bed, hot, naked and panting. “What?” she said, searching for her cover. It was on the floor next to the window where he flung it.

She touched her naked body. “My nightgown!”

She shook her head trying to recover her senses. “He was here. I felt him. He kissed me, made love to me, didn’t he? Who else could it have been?”

Untamed tears escaped her eyes. She moved to the foot of the four-poster bed and pressed her cheek to one, blinking. “How strange,” she said aloud, “never before . . . if he, am I? No, it’s not possible to love a man you don’t know, who mysteriously comes and goes. I received sex without the benefit of a human body!”

The experience was beyond her. She pouted, felt cheated. She was denied the opportunity to participate in the uncommonlovemaking. “What happened is so strange, yet so erotic, my head...I’m exhausted. Have I lost my reasoning?”

One the first day of Kissmas....Kate Douglas

2007-12-12T18:50:00.000-06:00

Wolf Tales V by Kate Douglas
Kensington Aphrodisia
ISBN 978-0-7582-1870-4
Available now

Manda has spent the last twenty-five years trapped as half woman, half wolf. She was abused and raped repeatedly during that time. Now fully woman, she is still terrified of sex, but Baylor, the shapeshifter who would be her mate, has enlisted packmates Shannon and Jake to show Manda how good sex can be. She participates in their ménage via mindlink—essentially experiencing sex without fear for the first time.

Bay leaned over and kissed her, hard. Then he crawled over her legs and knelt behind Jake. He patted Jake’s left hip. Jake looked back, cocked an eyebrow and wiggled his butt.

Manda knew she must look bug-eyed as Bay found a condom in the bedside table and casually slipped it over his erection. Then he grabbed a tube of what looked like some sort of cream.

Do you want to help?

Manda nodded, mesmerized by the sense of the forbidden, the feeling that all the rules she thought she’d known had just blown out the door. She moved close to Bay’s side and took the tube from him. Squirted some in her palm and stared a moment at the clear, cool gel that was obviously a lubricant. She lifted the solid weight of Bay’s erection in her free hand. Spread the slippery stuff over the latex covered crown of his cock. Is that okay?

What about Jake?

Manda’s breath caught in her throat. You want me to put some on Jake, too?

Inside. So I don’t hurt him.

Manda’s skin went hot, then cold all over. She realized Jake had quit moving. She sensed his anticipation, his body’s desire for her touch. She scooted close with the small tube in her hand and touched the taut muscle of Jake’s right cheek. The skin jumped and he arched his back. Manda hissed in a quick breath.

It’s okay. Go ahead.

She shot a quick glance at Bay, took a deep breath and squeezed the cool gel into her palm. Jake kept his face turned away and it all felt somewhat anonymous, moving closer, running her finger along the crease from his tailbone to the tight ring of muscle guarding entry.

So intimate, touching him there, watching the pink flesh pucker and then soften. She pressed with her fingertip, ran her fingers past and down until she found the sensitive area of his perineum, then back up along the narrow crease of his ass.

This time she pressed harder, gained entrance and withdrew. He felt hot inside, and the ring of muscle clasped her finger. She thought of the play she and Bay had done for the last week, the touching and teasing that, so far, had not led to more than occasional shallow penetration.

There was no risk for Manda here. Jake obviously wanted her to relax the tight muscle and ready him for Bay. She pressed again, with more lube this time. One finger, in and out, then two. She felt the tension ease and her fingers slipped inside all the way. Jake moaned and pressed back against her hand. Manda added a third finger, twisting this time. She felt a shudder go through Jake’s body.

Guide me inside.

Once more Manda shot a quick look at Bay. He wasn’t smiling anymore. A trickle of sweat ran down the side of his face. The intense look on his face made her gut clench with a hollow spike of need. As if she moved in a dream, Manda lifted his heavy cock in her hand and pressed the head against Jake’s ass. Bay held perfectly still. Shannon lay quietly beneath Jake.

Jake had begun to tremble. Manda opened her thoughts. Once again, she’d been blocking without realizing. Now her mind shuddered beneath the sensual onslaught. Images and sensations, the seething mass of their combined arousal. Shannon, her sex gaping in wait with Jake’s cock poised at the mouth, Bay’s struggle for control as he pressed against the slick entrance to Jake.

The most powerful sensations of all, the greatest needs, were Jake’s. Aroused to a shivering frenzy, body tense and ready for both penetration by Bay and the need to fill Shannon, he shared his arousal, filled each of them with his needs, his visceral craving for completion.

Caught up in Jake’s powerful shared images, Manda wrapped her fingers around Bay’s cock and pushed him hard against Jake. Both men groaned as Bay slipped past the tight ring and drove deep inside his packmate. Then Manda guided Jake’s cock between Shannon’s legs. Shannon arched into his thrust and the three of them pressed together with Jake in the middle. Manda sat back on her haunches, feeling a part of, yet separate from the writhing bodies on the bed.
Once again she realized she’d closed out their thoughts. Once more she found that window and opened it wide.

Manda doubled over beneath the wave of impressions. Sensation! So many feelings from three separate minds. Flooded with awareness and images, with the powerful love and respect each of them felt for one another, finding herself, for the first time ever, included in the whole.

She experienced everything—every touch, every thrust and probing penetration—as if it happened to her. The fullness of Bay’s cock inside Jake, the heat and tightness Bay felt with each deep thrust along Jake’s tight channel. She was Shannon, penetrated all the way to the hard mouth of her womb when Jake plunged deep inside. Manda slipped back into Jake’s mind. He was the most highly aroused, the one experiencing both Bay’s powerful thrusts and Shannon’s warm, clenching pussy.

Shannon was the first to climax. She reached for Manda’s hand and held her tightly, arched her body against Jake’s and cried out. The added physical touch strengthened the mental link, tugged Manda into the maelstrom of feelings, of clenching muscles and rippling flesh.
She felt her own orgasm spiral out of control. Cried out with the shared feeling of Jake’s cock filling her, pressing hard against the mouth of her womb, filling her with hot bursts of his seed as her vaginal muscles clamped down on his thrusting shaft.

Penetration without fear. A climax from both Shannon’s point of view as well as Jake’s. Long moments later, Manda blinked herself back to the present, realized she still knelt beside her three packmates, but now the fingers of her left hand were buried deep inside her sex and her right still clasped Shannon’s hand.

Manda shook her head to clear her thoughts. Bay’s hips slammed against Jake and both men groaned. Manda still trembled in the aftermath of orgasm. She’d not had sex, but her body didn’t seem to care. She’d still participated, still wanted more.

Whether it was the wine or the sex toys or merely the fact Manda felt more loved than she ever had in her life, whatever combination of events and happenstance it might be, she had just experienced sex without panic. Wanted more. Wanted to feel the length, the heat, the solid weight of Bay deep inside.

Now she watched. Her body and mind experienced. She shared feelings and sensations. As if immersed in virtual reality, Manda became Jake. She felt the dark slide deep inside her bowel, the growing pressure of a second climax building.

Shannon had separated herself from Jake, turned around and now took his heavy erection in her mouth. Held his sac in her palm and his cock between her lips.

Manda felt Shannon’s tongue, the pressure of her lips and teeth, the heat from her mouth. She cried out when Bay thrust hard and deep, and arched her back as Jake’s need spiraled from spine to balls to explosive ejaculation.

Jake groaned. Manda’s reality shifted. She was Bay. Surging forward, buttocks clenched, cock plowing deep inside Jake. She experienced the heat, the pressure, the convulsive tremors milking her cock. When Bay shouted his release, Manda sobbed her own. When Jake collapsed and rolled to one side so as not to crush Shannon, Manda toppled to the bed.

And when Bay slowly fell forward, his arms wrapped tightly around Jake’s waist, Manda crawled close and laid her head upon his thigh. The four of them, replete, exhausted, satisfied, a single unit, no longer separate, one from the other.

Manda’s body trembled, but so did Bay’s. She felt a hand sweep through her tangled hair and recognized Jake’s gentle touch. Felt lips on her shoulder and knew Shannon kissed her.
Felt strong arms pulling her close, warm lips on her own, a heart full of laughter spilling into her mind.

Bay. Loving her. Ready to take the next step. Together.

THE TWELVE DAYS OF KISSMAS.....

2007-12-12T18:06:00.000-06:00

Good people, join us December 13 - 24 for 12 hot, sizzling, spicy days of Kissmas, every lovers holiday. Keep your honey close as these "tidbits" curl toes, ripple internal muscles and brain freeze a neuron or two...or three.

So...join us to see who's spreading Kissmas cheer...

PG Forte is in the house!

2007-10-08T09:15:00.000-05:00

Love from A to Z

Total amnesia is not what Richie Valenzuela had planned on when he drugged his cousin. A few missing hours, which could easily be blamed on April’s having had too much to drink, was all he was aiming for. And he certainly never expected the reclusive heiress to slip out the club’s back door with the sexy guitarist she’d been making eyes at all night.

Zach Harris is sure the girl he’d picked up the night before had told him her name was Angel. Too bad she didn’t tell him anything more about herself, because, this morning, it’s not just him she can’t remember, she doesn’t even know her own name!

What April views as a problem, however, Zach sees as a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; a chance for her to discover who she really is. Not her name or her address, but the important stuff. Her personality. Her likes and dislikes. Her preferences—in and out of bed.

Please visit her at: www.pgforte.com.

The Novelty Store-3

2007-10-08T08:58:00.000-05:00

At the rate I was traveling I was going to be a basket case by the time I arrived at door number five.

I reached for the door handle, but before opening, I closed my eyes and drew in a deep breathe.

I yanked on the knob, which was a bit heavier than the others. The décor of this room was slightly different. The door looked as if it came from a castle in England. The power thud of the door closing echoed through the room with a bomb, which almost scared me out my skin. The chair was similar to an old Victorian seating complete with velvet cushions, distinguished hand crafted armrests, and iron wrought legs.

I made myself comfortable and waited for the show to begin. The lights dimmed and the background was that of a castle with a lowered draw bridge.

“Get the fuck outta here!” I said, giggling.

Before I could contain myself, a woman dressed like a damsel in distress came charging in the room as if a fire-breathing dragon was chasing her. She stood in front of the glass pounding her fist onto the wall. Her tears were ruining her mascara and blush. Her lipstick was smeared and her dressed was torn at the bust line. She clawed at the window, licking her lips at the same time.

“Dayum! This is like a medieval movie in the making,” I said as I draped my purse straps on the arm of the chair.

The woman continued to scratch at the wall when suddenly another person entered the room carrying a sword and dressed in armor.

“Cool!”

The dame pretended to scream and covered her mouth with the back of her hand and then shielded her face as if that was the only way to save her from danger.

The armored guard grabbed her by her curly mane and dragged her to the bridge, where the guard ripped open her dress—exposing her naked body—and held the sword over her. I couldn’t tell if this was a historical rape scene or if it was an act of masochistic dominance. Either way, the plot was on point!

The armored character held the sword to the woman’s neck, which enabled her from moving. The person removed the steel glove. The exposed hand caught my attention because it was too wide in dimension and the muscular tissue was too massive for it to be that of a woman.
I sat on the edge of my seat to see what was to come of the dame and the soldier. He placed his hand around her neck and pinned her to the bridge as he removed his silver helmet. He turned and looked at me. My mouth went dry as I stared into the eyes of man who looked to be the twin of Arnold Swarzennager from Conan the Barbarian.

Oh.

My.

God.

Instantly my pussy was on fire.

This man had hair all the way down his back with a black band around his head. His piercing eyes had my name etched in them as his lips were plumped fuller than Angelina Jolie’s after a triple shot of collagen.

I rose from the chair and stood as close to pane as I could. I wanted to see more of him.

“Not her! Me! Me!” I yelled through the window.

I guess he heard me because he removed his hand from her neck and pulled the sword away.

The woman took off running from the set, which left me and Conan alone.

I looked up, then side to side.

“There’s gotta be a door to this sonofabitch! Where the fuck is it?”

Conan tossed his sword to the side, removed his chest armor and tossed it to the floor. I think my coochie had a mind of its own when I couldn’t help but notice that my panties were bunched in between my lips.

This man had muscles er’ where. I mean muscles on top of muscles. Muscles I didn’t know muscles could have. His skin was perfectly bronzed and shiny. Conan looked as smooth as a baby’s bottom and all I wanted was a taste of him. Just one taste. Okay, maybe more than just a taste, more like a three hour sample fest. Was that too much to ask for heaven’s sake?

As I stood at the wall salivating at this gorgeous mold of a man, he stood at the window removing the bottom portion of his armor where my eyes soon discovered his sword size dick with orbs that sagged like two boulders.

Lordhavemercyonmysoul.

Tell me that you’re going to break down this wall and fuck me like a royal princess whose been held captive by the evil warlords, I thought as I watched this man wrap his massive hand around his dragon slayer.

He stroked the shaft with care only to make himself more rigid than my mind could imagine. I reached down and clutched my breasts as he stepped closer to the window. His lips were saying something but I couldn’t make out the words because I was too busy concentrating on the harden meat between his thighs.

Conan tapped on the wall, pulling my eyes away from his heavy genitals. He held up his hands and then formed his fingers against the window.

Eight.

“Eight?” I shrugged. “What does that mean? I know that’s more than eight inches honey. That’s got to be a fifteen or better.”

He shook his head and placed his eight fingers against the glass.

Eight-six-two.

Oh.

My.

God.

It’s his phone number! I snatched my purse away from the armrest, yanked it open and grabbed a pen and an old check stub. I quickly scribbled down the numbers.

“Eight six two, what? What?”

Nine…four…six…

The lights came on!

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!

The Novelty Store- 2

2007-10-04T11:25:00.000-05:00

There was a glass wall that greeted me, which reflected my frightened girl demeanor. I checked out the room and noticed the wooden chair that sat in the center of the small room. A metal counter outstretched along the base of the glass wall where a credit card machine sat in the center.

I sat down on the seat and instantly the overhead lights dimmed. A flickering bulb flashed in a rapid fashion making it difficult to concentrate on the scene without squinting. Once my pupils were dilated, a strobe light helped my vision of the sight of a woman sitting in a chair with her hands tied behind her back with a black satin ribbon that hung to the floor. Her long, dark hair draped midway down her back. She turned and looked over her shoulder at me where I noticed her mouth was gagged by a leather strap and red ball between her ruby red lips. Her smoky eyes and dark lipstick didn’t do much for her facial features but she wasn’t hard on the eyes.
Moments later another woman walked into the room. Legs from here to the Moon and drop dead gorgeous! Her short cropped hair down to the shiny high heel shoes was darn near flawless. I had to force myself to close my mouth because I knew I had to look like a starry-eyed teenager at their first sight of a naked woman.

The beautiful vixen strolled across the room, glaring at me with a look of lust in her eyes and pouty lips. She wrapped her whip around her waist and then let it fall to the floor. With a quick snap, she popped it around her waist again and this time when she uncoiled it she ran it between her legs and licked her glossy lips in a suggestive manner.

My throat felt so dry. My palms were moist and my right leg bounced to the beat of Madonna’s “Erotica.” The dominatrix stepped closer to the glass wall where she glared at me straight in the eyes and began to masturbate for me.

Am I seeing what I thought I was seeing?

She abruptly stopped and glided back to the woman in the chair. She frowned a bit and spun the chair. Then the leggy vixen placed her foot on her prisoner’s thigh and pushed her shaven pussy up against the woman’s face. The vixen turned back to me and shook her head and index finger in a teasing manner. She slapped the woman before turning the chair sideways so that I could have a better view of their act.

I placed my hands under my thighs to restrain myself. I found myself licking my own lips for maybe the fifteenth time. My breathing became labored as I sat trying to contain my erotic emotions that were surging inside. My pussy was throbbing as my mind wished I were on the other side of the walls of fun. But instead I settled on watching the torturous site put on by the site of Dom and her sub. I could help but feel a bit liberated by the fact these complete strangers were flaunting their nude flawless body vicariously about the small quarters. I wish I had that kind of freedom and openness to sex.

Just when I thought things couldn’t get any better, I was proven wrong. The Dom climbed on the chair, placed one leg on the woman’s shoulder while wrapping her whip around her victim’s neck, and then carefully removed the gag from the sub’s mouth. Then the Dom pushed her pussy on the woman’s face and let the sub feed from her.

I rubbed my eyes thinking to myself, “This shit isn’t happening. It couldn’t be. Not in a peep show.”

Seconds after I focused the room went dark.

“Dammit!” I slapped on the wall, pleading for the lights to come back on. Then I looked down at the credit card machine and caught myself. “It’s all a big tease.”

I gathered myself and stepped out the room, looking back one last time to see if the lights came back on without my knowledge.

****

Door number two held the same set up. I took a seat in the comfortable chair and waited for the lights to fade out. I placed my handbag on the counter and later pulled it back into my arms. Who knows what was or had been on that counter? Whatever might have been or probably still had traces of was there, I wasn’t about to track my purse through it.

The lights dimmed and I leaned back against the chair and awaited my surprise. This time the room featured neon lights, a stripper’s pole and a chest of drawers.

The sounds of “Candy Shop” vibrated through the overhead ceiling speakers and moments later a voluptuous vixen strolled into the room, wearing a bathrobe and stilettos. She glanced at me with doe eyes and bowed her head in a shy manner with her finger between her teeth. Makeup was flawless, body was banging, and dark hair hung midway down her back.

How cute, I thought as she bit her bottom lip in a girly manner. She grabbed onto the pole and took a quick swing around only to stand in front of the dresser. She opened the first drawer and extracted a pink teddy. She looked back at me for approval. I shook my head.

She appeared to giggle and stashed it back inside the drawer. Then she pulled out a black night gown with a lace bodice. I shook my head and again she reacted by slipping it back in the dresser.

The woman open the second drawer, pulled out a pair of black stringy panties, twirled them around her index finger as she waited for my response.

I smiled and nodded. She followed my nonverbal suggestion by licking her lips and slipping the panties on under her robe. She reached in the drawer once again and pulled out a halter top, I guess that matched the panties. I shook my head and she untied the satin robe and let it fall to the floor. I couldn’t believe how nice her tits were. They stood at attention as if they were directing her homing devices at me. The vixen dressed herself in front of me, purposely massaged her large breasts in a circular manner to get them aroused.

Her areolas crinkled into small, tight circles as I found myself licking my lips wanting to break through the wall that separated us. But instead of acting like a fucking perv on a heroin binge, I remained still and watched as this woman groped her body for my visual enjoyment.

After getting semi-dressed, she strolled back to the pole purposely swaying her ass for me to glory in her round beauty. She turned around to face me, reached over her head and grabbed the pole with her right hand and lowered herself into a squat position. There she adjusted her panties so that her succulent lips were exposed to me.

She smiled in my direction as she placed her fingers along the slit of her folds. There I watched her tease her pussy with her index finger before inserting half her hand inside her being. With her eyes still affixed to mine, she removed her glazed fingers and licked them clean like she was dining on raw sushi.

The seductress grabbed the pole between her legs and acted as though it was a dick and stroked it in a delicate manner. It wasn’t long before I noticed her thick cream seeping down her inner thighs. She rubbed it into her skin like JERGENS body lotion and proceeded to climb the pole like the skilled artist she was.

My body was on high alert. Meaning my pussy was so warm that I wanted to strip naked and fan myself. I could feel my wetness through my clothes as my nipples were stabbing at my bra and trying to bolt their way through my blouse.

I watched the woman do several different acrobats on the pole. Some I tried to figure out how long it took her to learn. She held the pole from two different angles where she kept her body perfectly balanced. Her muscle tone was marvelous and truly a work of art.

I started to wonder when this fantasy game was going to end and leave me hanging. But just as I thought things couldn’t get any better, the wonder woman dismounted from the pole and walked back to the dresser where she opened the last drawer of the four.

She pulled out a gold box, opened it and pulled out a dildo about as long as the one I had at home. I laughed and clapped my hands. She turned and looked at me before stepping to the wall and turned her back to me. She placed the head of the toy against her back side and wouldn’t you know it?

Those fuckin’ lights beamed on!

This is some bullshit! I wanted to see what was next! I fumed as I threw my purse over my shoulder and headed out the door with a burning in my body that I desperately wanted extinguished.

Oh, well, onto door number three and twelve more to go.

LaDonna Tutt/Nasty Naiche- The Novelty Store

2007-10-02T12:52:00.001-05:00

The Novelty Store
By Nasty Naiche
Copyright @ 2007

My hands curled around the cold steel as I pulled in a deep breathe. As I pushed open the heavy wooden door, my eyes nearly popped out my head at the sight of the many couples that were inside. They were smiling, giggling, and checking out the merchandise like they were in a grocery store picking out their meal of choice. Was I being overly weird? When did visiting a porn store become such a hangout spot? I don’t know but the mere fact that I wasn’t the only person in the store wasn’t doing much for my shyness.

I bowed my head, slipped my hands in my coat pockets and started toward the first wall that was lined with toys and other nifty gadgets. Never in my young years had I seen so many dildos, plugs, and games for couples and lovers. I literally wondered why there were so many to choose from. I squinted at the prices, which were well within my means. I stifled my giddiness and tried to control my facial expressions as I perused the variety of selections. Which one was for me was one of my questions that I contemplated. There were things for anal play, vaginal stimulation, nipple ticklers, and mechanical tongues. It was too much to choose from, especially for a person who had absolutely no experience with something plastic, rubber, or metal.

“Hi! Can I help you find something?”

What? Damn they have salespeople for this place? What the hell? “Uhm, I’m not sure what I want. I’m just looking for now.”

“Oh, okay.” She placed her French manicured hand on my shoulder. “Well, take your time. If you have any questions, my name is Mandy and I’ll be happy to help.”

“You know about all this stuff?” I asked with serious eyebrows, pulling at my lapels as if I could shield myself from onlookers.

“Oh, yes! I host a lot of toy parties and have quite a few of these in my own collection.”

“You have a collection?”

“Yes, baby. It keeps the sex fresh and alive.” The busty brunette smiled, excitedly. “There’s nothing like fucking with toys involved.”

I swallowed hard as I looked over the woman. She was striking beautiful which was I found rather weird. Why would such a babe be in such a place? She needed to be at a photo shoot for the next playmate spread for Hugh Heffner. Her dark hair was neatly spiral curled and framed her face softly. Her porcelain complexion was flawless as her lined lips were glossy with a rosy tint. Not to mention that her nipples pressed against her thin see-through blouse.

“Did that hurt?” I asked, pointing at her eyebrow piercing. It was my only means of distracting myself from checking out her plump rack.

“Not at all. I have multiple piercings. I’m immune to pain.”

“Excuse me for prying but how many do you have?”

“Eleven.”

Lord have mercy. I dared to ask where.

“I have both my nipples pierced.”

Oh I hadn’t noticed!

“One through my clit, belly button, two in my tongue and four in my ears. I’m thinking about getting one on my pussy lip but I’ll let my partner decide on that one.”

“Wow! You’re very uhm…eccentric.” I didn’t know what to say to her volunteering her information, especially with her being so candid.

“Do you have any?” she asked, rubbing my shoulder.

I shook my head fast. “No. N-No. I’m not interested in getting pierced. Anywhere.”

“Oh c’mon. Not even a little bit curious? Having a needle stab your skin is so exciting. For me it’s arousing. Not to mention the pleasure it brings to my mate. She loves when I lick her pussy with the tip of my tongue and how the miniature balls feel when they rub her skin.”

Uhhh…TMI!

“You should really consider it. It’ll help bring you out of that shell your in. I mean, I don’t know your sexual preference but my boyfriend loves when I suck his dick and flick my tongue on his head and balls. It drives him up the wall. I think if you sit back and learn your body…” She continued rubbing my shoulder. “Fix your hair about, put on a little makeup, and just fuck everything and everyone. You’re young. You need to discover the beautiful swan that you are.”

“I’m fine with myself. Thank you for the advice though.”

Damn! Did I look that bad?

“I’m sorry if I offended you but I see so much potential in you. I think you would be hot if you only trusted yourself. Look at yourself.” She opened my coat and walked me over to the mirror near the front door. “You’ve got a very pretty face, long, shiny, thick hair. You should let your hair down. Put some curls in it. Jazz it up a bit. And your skin, you have beautiful skin. It reminds of me of Halle Berry, just a nice candy brown. And holy shit…Look at your tits. You have nice tits but you’re hiding them.”

She rubbed her hands along my breasts and cupped them as if she was measuring their weight. Then she squeezed them gently.

“Very nice tits.”

I pulled away from her and closed my coat, shielding my body from her groping hands and eyes. “So you’re dating a man and a woman?”

“I think we’re beyond dating. We live together. All three of us. And fuck all the time.”

Okay, so I am talking to one of Hugh Heffner’s babes. Where are the damn candid cameras? “That’s nice. I think I’m in the wrong place. Thanks for helping me, I guess.”

“But you haven’t bought anything.”

“I know. This was a mistake.” I waved my hands in the air.

“No wait! I can see you’re a bit scared. Let me show you some thing that will be really good for you. I promise it would be too bad.”

We stood gazing at each other for a few minutes before I lowered my eyes to my feet.

“Okay.”

Mandy grabbed my hand and led me to the back of the store where there were stacks of different sized black boxes with no labels and no price tags. They simply said, “Nasty Naiche” in silver writing.

The clerk grabbed a medium sized box from the top of one stack. “Take this one. On me. I want you to go home, take yourself a nice warm bath, lotion your body with the cream inside. And then read the directions inside. After you’ve experienced the wonders of this package, I want you to call me and tell me how you like it.”

I accepted the gift and tucked it under my arm. “Thanks, I think.”

“Don’t thank me now. Thank me later.”

I turned to leave the store and the next thing I know I felt her hand on my ass. I glanced over my shoulder where I saw her wink at me and flick her tongue at me, showing me her silver jewelry.

When I returned home Trixxy, my Persian feline, hopped on the sofa and greeted me with a low volume meow. I slipped out of my coat and draped it over her head, which she quickly escaped from under.

“How’s Mama’s pussy doing?”

She purred as if to answer me. I lifted her into my arms and snuggled her neck like she loves and carried her and the black box into the bathroom. I sat Trixxy on the vanity countertop and shook the box near my ear. I couldn’t hear anything rattling or shifting so I sat it down and slipped my fingernail under the lid, slicing the clear tape that held it closed.

With smooth control, I slid the lid from the box and pulled back the silver tissue paper. Inside was a sample jar of Sensuality, a spray mist Relaxation, and a metal tube that was neatly surrounded by black Styrofoam box filler. I pulled out the tube and looked around the canister for any labels. There were none but there was an inscription on the lid that read, “Pleasure.”

Hmmph. Nice presentation, I thought I put the canister upright on the counter next to my cat. Trixxy sniffed the container and then looked at me to see what I was going to do next. I rubbed the top of her head and leaned over to kiss her clammy nose.

“You love Mama, don’t you Trixxy?”

The cat nodded before leaping off the counter and left the bathroom. I glanced at my reflection and stared at myself. What was it about me that didn’t attract men? I wasn’t an ugly woman, just low maintenance. Maybe that was the problem. Maybe there was something behind what that woman at the store said.

I reached behind my head and pulled the elastic band from my hair and let my hair fall to my shoulders. I shook my head, fluffed my hair with my fingers, and puckered my lips, imitating a starlit in front of a camera.

See I can be cute, if I tried harder. I guess letting a man see me at my natural beauty isn’t enough now a days. If I want to get a man I’d have to do some spring cleaning. I stepped across the floor to the Jacuzzi sized bathtub and turned on the hot water. I reached on the shower caddy and poured a small amount of almond oil and a couple drops of bubble bath. Careful not to fall over into the running water, I grabbed my loafa sponge and pumice stone from the caddy and sat them on the toiletry tray near the center of the tub.

I quickly stripped out of my clothes and went back to the vanity. I fetched my bottle of strawberries and cream body shampoo and climbed in the tub. The water soothed my tired feet immediately. As I oozed myself into the foamy water, I closed my eyes and imagined that I was immersing myself into an oversized swimming pool in the middle of the Sahara desert.

I leaned back against the bath pillow let the water erase all the toxins and stresses of the day away. My mind became clear as I thought of birds floating over my head and a cool breeze whispering in my ears. The sounds of soft whistles cut into my peace and tranquility.

There she was, standing before me wearing nothing but a see through negligee. Mandy had invaded my dream and to my surprise I wasn’t at all ashamed of her being in my presence. I licked my lips and waited for her to speak. Mandy’s lips moved but no words escaped her.

“What did you say?” I said in a low tone.

Instead of answering, Mandy stepped closer to me. She placed her hands between her legs and massaged herself. Her eyes fluttered closed as deep moans became very clear. She started panting and chanting my name in an erotic manner. I felt heat escalating inside me. I licked my lips and continued to watch her display. Mandy’s fingers where constantly moving in a rapid pace as she purred her self to an intimate bliss.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her and she must have known this because she opened hers and stared at me with her fingers continuing to penetrate her womanhood. As she manipulated her walls, I felt my hands tingle with excitement.

Mandy moved her hand toward her mouth, where she sucked her own juices and smiled at me. She slid her hands down her sternum and kept her eyes affixed on me. I reached up from the water and imitated her movements, gliding my wrinkled fingertips down my chest to my stomach.

Mandy cupped her pussy with one hand and placed the other on her breast. I did as she instructed but unbeknownst to my own powers, I inserted one index finger inside my pussy. I pushed my way inside and explored the soft internal tissues. To my surprise I found myself relaxing more into the groove of my own self induced pleasure. The feeling of power swept over me as I inserted another finger, and then another. I pushed repeatedly while rubbing my thumb against my clit in a gentle but firm manner. I placed my feet up against the faucet handles and opened my legs further apart. Moaning and groaning at the pleasant feeling I was experiencing, I opened my eyes only to see that Mandy was no longer in my thoughts and I was back in the comfort of my bathroom with bubbles dispersing around my elevated knees.

What has gotten into me? I thought as I reached for the loafa sponge and bottled body wash.

After I climbed out the bathtub, dried myself with a plush aqua towel and pinned my hair into a miniature bun, I grabbed my Nasty Naiche kit and walked into my bedroom with my towel wrapped tightly around my midsection. Trixxy had made herself comfortable by curling her fluffy body into a large ball in the center of my bed. I sat on the edge of the bed with my black box next to my hip. I grabbed Sensuality and unscrewed the silver top. The sweet aroma was pleasantly welcoming. I dipped one finger into the thick cream and raised it to my lips. I smeared a small amount on my cheek and waved over the cream. A light tingle erupted in my skin and warmth surged through my body like I stood in front of the sun for a couple hours.

“Wow! That’s nice!” I said, startling Trixxy from her slumber. She stretched out her body and opened her claws with a hefty yawn. She then looked at me, rolled her eyes and jumped off the bed. My guess she was pissed at me and wanted to be some place quieter so she could take her tenth cat nap of the day.

I smoothed more cream on my body, concentrating on my thighs, breasts, and midsection. The warm sensation was so delightful that I couldn’t bear to keep the towel wrapped around me. I quickly stripped out of it and tossed it across the room to the hamper.

I recapped the jar, grabbed, Relaxation and sprayed it on my neck, between my breasts and the center of my tummy. I swear it felt like someone placed cool hands on me to control my temperature. My pussy felt like it was on fire. Between the cream and mist I didn’t know which was pushing my hormones to the hilt. I pulled back the goose-down comforter and lay across my bed horizontally. I didn’t want to move, the tingles, teasing, and subtle heat that resonated in my body was too much for me to handle. I smiled at the pleasure I was feeling and wished it wouldn’t end.

I leaned up onto my elbows and remembered the silver canister: Pleasure.

I reached across the bed, pulled the box toward me and grabbed the slick container. My toes were curling with excitement as I popped the top open. I reached inside and felt something of a putty substance. I grabbed the device and to my eyes disbelief it was double ended chocolate brown dildo. My eyes grew to the size of fists as I marveled the wonderful toy.

I held both ends in my palms and squeezed it with great force. When I released it went back to its original form. I bent it, folded it in half, even went as far as to stretch it as wide as my arms would allow. The dildo went wherever I wanted it and when I let it go it went back to its original form.

“Get the fuck outta here!” I reached over to my nightstand and grabbed my plastic tape measurer that I kept for hemming my skirts. I unrolled the tape and held it against the dildo. This thing was 13 inches in length and 3 inches in width. I don’t know who this bitch Nasty Naiche was but I had to hand it to her…she was ingenious to invent this product. Oh the wonders one could do with it!

I was too excited with my gift. I was going to test it out and hopefully have a night of fun filled ecstasy, but, first thing first, I had to become acquainted with my newfound friend.

I tossed the tape measurer back inside the nightstand drawer and grabbed the small bottle of lubricate from behind the yellow pages.

Don’t ask.

I uncorked the jar, removed a tablespoon scope onto my fingers and massaged it around my anal cavity and then clapped my cheeks together to keep the area overly moist. I tossed the jar to the side and rubbed the mushroom shaped tip against my lips and stretched the shaft long enough so that the opposite head would rub against my clit. With the heat from Sensuality and Relaxation working me into a frenzy, I couldn’t control my appetite to feed. I opened my mouth and inserted the putty python into my mouth. I curled my tongue around the massive toy and imagined it being a real person inside me.

With the dildo lodged in my mouth, I pulled the shaft harder to stretch it to reach my vaginal opening. I lifted my hips and dropped my knees outward, spreading myself as far as my limps would allow. With one push I slipped the dildo inside of me. I winced as it stretched my lips wide and plowed its way into my warm, slippery cave.

“Oh…ohhh…oooohhh…SHIT! This is so fuckin’…fuckin’…good…I can’t stand it!”

My body was again lit up like a firecracker. I sucked and fucked myself into oblivion. Who knew that a sex toy could bring so much relief to a woman who thought she needed a man to fulfill her needs.

I kept pumping the putty dick inside of me until I tapped on my G-spot like a pool player trying to slam the eight ball in the corner pocket. I heard my sexual moans become louder and louder as I continued to penetrate myself. I clutched the comfortable with one hand as I exploded my womanhood with this wondrous stick of pleasure.

“Get it, Denzel! Get that pussy, baby.” I chanted as I pushed the dildo deeper and deeper inside.

My body began to quiver as my knees shook uncontrollably.

“Oh. Oh. Oh…OOOH!”

Seconds later I could hear the sloshing of my cream coating my Denzel. Not wanting my high to end, I stretched Denzel once again—careful not to let him slip out of my pussy—I rubbed Denzel’s other head again my puckered opening and pushed him inside of my ass.

Oh.

My.

God.

It couldn’t get any better than this shit here! The feelings that surged through my body was unexplainable. It was like riding your first roller coaster for the first time with your hands in the air, screaming at the top of your lungs as the wind blew through your mane.

I didn’t take long before I super soaked my comforter with more of my love juice. My body went limp from exhaustion as I tried to catch my breath.

I’m in love with Denzel. Just when I thought all hope was gone, I had been turned out by sex toy. I guess it’s true what they say, “Two heads are better than one!”

I wiped my brow and extracted Denzel from my holes. I placed him on my sweat-covered tummy and turned toward the box. I noticed the lid had a small envelope attached to it. I reached over and grabbed the hot glued envelope. I flipped over the folded paper and pulled out a small hand printed card.

“I hope you enjoy my newest collection of self indulgence products. Please feel free to visit my website for new and titillating products that I’m sure you’ll enjoy! Your secret lover, Naiche”

****Wearing the same coat as before, I walked into the novelty store and stood at the counter and waited for Mandy to appear. I scanned the store and only saw one guy, who was dressed in business attire, looking over a DVD case. I wondered what his fetish was. By looking at the colorful casing, I guessed he was a big booty type of guy but didn’t want anyone to know about his secret indiscretion.

As I waited my curiosity got the best of me and the next thing I know I was walking along the ‘buy one, get one free’ VHS rack. I smiled at the outdated videocassettes. It was just a couple years ago when I had purchased my first VCR and now they are extinct. I ran my fingers along the spines of the tapes, reading all of the names that porn industries found to be appropriate titles for their month of the year.

Susie Does Dallas

XXX Sluts

Big Tits and Pussies to Match

Where do they come up with the titles? Do they put their choices in a hat and pull them out by the luck of a draw? I snickered under my breathe wondering who was responsible for coming up with the silly names. As I thought about it, I guess they were a lot smarter than I was giving them credit for. Obviously the direct titles grabbed the attention of potential buyers because why else why they rent them.

Hmmm…what’s this? I picked up a DVD of a woman wearing a leather-like bodice, a thong, and calf high black stiletto boots. She had a whip wrapped loosely around her neck, dark markup, hair pulled in a tight ponytail and her finger was pressed against her shiny, black lips as if to command silence from her viewers.

The Bitch with a Whip was the title. Damn. This looks interesting. I flipped the case over and saw other pictures of her with women on leashes, a man chained in a dungeon, and another photo of her being banged from behind.

Oh I gotta get this one! How much is it? Ten bucks! Hell I can afford that. I tucked the movie under my arm and continued looking through the other movies.

“Well, look who we have here? Looks like I have a return customer.”

I recognized her voice before I raised my eyes to see her. “Hello.”

“My, my, my, look at you!” She pulled a lock of my hair and pulled it toward her nose. “Your hair is fabo and it smells so good. So what did you think of your special gift?”

I smiled and covered my mouth with my hand.

“Don’t be bashful now. I bet you weren’t shy last night, now were you?”

I shook my head. “I have to admit it was nice, very nice.”

“So are you ready to go to the next level of exploring your sexual appetite?” she asked with her hand stroking my hair like she would a pet.

I took a step away. “I’m not sure what all this involves but I do know that the experience I had last night was incredible, and yes, I would love to see what else I would like to try.”

Mandy flashed her teeth. “That’s what I wanted to hear.” She looked at me up and down and nodded her head. “You’re still rough around the edges, but I think you’re ready. Come with me.”

The tall vixen grabbed my hand and escorted me to the back of the store again.

“Is this another freebie?”
Mandy led me to a curtained door. She reached in her pocket for a gold key. She slipped the key into the lock and turned the knob. Before opening the door, she asked me, “Are you ready for your second box of goodies?”

I nodded.

“Okay, let’s go.” She pushed the door forward and held my hand.

Behind the door was a long extended hallway. The walls were burgundy with yellow trim. On the left side of the corridor were gold painted doors with white numbers screwed into them for identification purposes.

As we walked along the plush carpet, I glanced at the framed pornographic photos and artifacts that hung on the walls opposite of the doors. A few of the women I recognized from the magazines from the store and others, well, let’s just say you would have to be a porno guru to recognize whose genitals you were looking at.

“Uhm, how many doors?” I asked, checking out a picture of Jenna Jameson eating out another woman.

“There are fifteen doors.”

“Is this a whore house or something?”

“No. Definitely not.” Mandy stopped at door number one. “What’s behind these doors awaits something you need to see to help you find your sexiness. It’ll help bring out the woman that is dying to be unleashed from captivity.” She grabbed my hand again and held it close to her mouth. “Now I want you to take a deep breathe and go inside. When you’re done with this room, leave here and continue to the next available door. Do you think you can do this?”

“This isn’t going to be something I’m going to regret later, is it?”

“On the contrary, you’re going to be glad you did it and wonder why you never did it before.” Mandy kissed my hand and then twirled me like a dance partner. “Your room awaits.”

“Where will you be?”

“I’ll be back in the store. Just come find me when you’re done.”

This time when she left me, she patted me a couple times on the bottom and instead of being apprehensive; I smiled it off and reached for the doorknob.

Go Pink for October and Win a Victoria's Secret Gift Card

2007-10-01T12:27:00.001-05:00

Many of you know October is Breast Cancer awareness month. As a woman who has fibrocystic breast disease, surgical biopsies and cyst removals, this disease is never far from my mind. But so far, I've been one of the lucky ones whose "lumpy-bumpy" breasts are noncancerous.

With all these things on my mind, I wanted to give away four Victoria's Secret gift card to just celebrate all things feminine. No, no purchase necessary. Just stop by and leave a comment on any of my blogs and that will do. I'll draw a name each week.

And remember, think pink!

LaDonna Tutt head-lining next week!

2007-09-28T13:22:00.000-05:00

Hello family,

LaDonna Tutt, author, temptress and dominatrix extraordinaire will be visiting with us next week, Oct 1 - 5, 2007. Get ready as she "steams up" your computer screen with her sensual stories.

Can't speak for anyone else, but I'm ready!

Sex Weed - Part 6.2

2007-04-23T13:43:00.000-05:00

As April has come to an end for my stay here at the blog, I'll be moving the rest of the story over to mine at http://sylviahubbard.blogspot.com.

Thank you so much for coming to visit me here and I really enjoyed myself.

**************

She didn’t know how much time had passed because she wasn’t sure when she came into the bathroom, but the funny ringing outside of the door alerted her that he was no longer in the bedroom. While in the bathroom, she had showered completely in the hottest water that made her skin scream in agony but she wanted to clean his touch and try to forget how damn pleasurable it had been.

Rubbing the skin raw between her legs, she knew she had not done enough until she could fully douche and there was still a chance of pregnancy.

Him being gone when she opened the door was a good thing because she didn’t know if she could face him now without trying to scratch his eyes out. Briefly she looked at the messed up bed before finding the strange ringing on the table where the Blackberry was vibrating.

The screen read, “Dyson’s Alternate.”

He really had gone completely!

“Hello?”

His tone was monotonous as if he were bored to death. “I’ve made arrangements for you to return in the limousine. You’ll need to leave in the next five minutes to get back to the office to get your car and pick up your son.”

“Should I thank you for not stranding me, Mr. Peare?”

There was a brief silence before he said, “You aren’t going to be a sore loser, are you, Melissa?”

“Are you going to fuck me over the phone?” she asked sarcastically. “Are we discussing something personal?”

There was another brief silence and she knew he was resolving that she was not in a good mood and there was nothing he could say or do to change it.

“You don’t have to thank me, Melissa. All you have to do is be at the house tonight.”

Growling, she said, “I don’t want to live with you.”

“If you refuse my generosity I’ll use all my resources to find you and then I’ll have
Daniel put in the system until you get on your feet.”

Cruel ass bastard!

She didn’t say anything in response to his threat or his offer.

After a couple of minutes, he said, “We have dinner at seven and I’ll see you by then.”

This wasn’t a question or request because he promptly hung up the phone.

If the phone weren’t so expensive she would have thrown it across the room.

He was infuriating! Arrogant! Selfish! Bastard!

Yet, he was right about her needing to hurry and getting out of there. She grabbed her things and rushed down to the limousine.

The driver must have been already instructed to take her to her car as fast as possible. They arrived at the offices in record time and she made it to the school right as the last child before her own jumped into a car.

Daniel looked relieved and even hugged his mother after he was situated in the car.

“You’ve never been this late, Momma,” he said. It wasn’t a complaint but she could feel the worry.

“I’d never forget my baby,” she said. “I’ll always come pick you up.”

After a few minutes of driving, he asked, “When are we going to get a house, Momma?”

“Hopefully in a couple of months. I’m working hard as possible to save baby.”

“I know,” he said confidently. “I just forgot.”

“Are you tired of the shelters?” She asked pulling into the parking lot of the drug store.

“Yeah,” he said with a look of reluctance to admit it. “And it’s not right that we live in
the van either.”

“Who said this to you?”

He shook his head. “Nobody. Today in school, we watched Curly Sue cause it was free day and …” A frustrated look marred his young innocent face. “And I don’t want that to be us.”

She wasn’t familiar with the movie, but she could tell by the way her son looked that it
had a devastating effect on him. “I know this is difficult for you, Daniel,” she said with sympathy.
“But we’re going to get through this.”

He reached over from his seat and smiled at her. “I know Momma. As long as I’m with you I know everything will be okay.”

Tears welled in her eyes as she came to the horrible realization. As much as she hated to admit it, Dyson was right and even if he didn’t call the police on her, someone else would and eventually they would take Daniel away from her. Wiping the tears off her face, she said, “Danny, Mr. Peare knows about our situation and he… offered to open his house to us.” She
almost said ordered instead of offered.

Daniel’s cinnamon brown eyes grew wide in excitement. “That’s nice! Me and Royce can play all the time.”

“So you wouldn’t mind?”

“No, Momma. I wouldn’t.”

“But it’s only temporary,” she promised.

Daniel only nodded, but she had a feeling he was already imagining all the time he could spend with Royce.

After coming out the drugstore, they drove to Dyson’s home. His car wasn’t in the driveway, but his staff let her in and was very helpful in getting them situated. Their boss had left detailed instructions of where everything and everyone was to be placed. Royce’s room had already been situated to accept another boy in there, including an extra dresser and the top of his bunk which was usually used for storage now had a twin size bed for Daniel because they would share rooms.

She learned Roberts was the head of the house staff, which only consisted of Anne, the cook, and Houston, who handled all maintenance and anything that had to do with outside. Roberts was the only one that lived in the home, while Anna and Houston would come at various times to make sure things were done around the house that Dyson needed. Anna also served a as tutor and sometimes babysitter as well. They were all older people and Houston was the only white person.

“Mr. Peare took Royce to see his mother for a few hours, but they’ll return. She usually can’t be around her son for more than a couple of hours,” Anna said in disgust toward Cheron. “Royce is so excited about Daniel coming so he doesn’t mind the short visit this time.”

“That’s terrible to say about Dyson’s ex-wife, Anna.”

“It’s true. I’ve been around since Royce was conceived and that woman had an aversion to children since Dyson brought that woman home. I have never trusted her and I can tell you that I doubted her faithfulness throughout the entire marriage, but Roberts has told me to keep my opinion away from Mr. Peare and especially Royce.”

“But Royce is her son. She shouldn’t mind him.”

“Sometimes blood isn’t always thicker than water, Ms. Melissa.”
They left Daniel in Royce’s room to unpack his clothes. Anna led her to a bedroom that was like a king’s chamber, complete with a king size bed by a beautiful balcony and a private bathroom.
“I don’t think this is my room,” Melissa said doubtfully.

“Mr. Pear said to put you in the second Master suite.”

“Second? You mean there’s a room bigger than this?”

“Of course,” Anna said obviously. “Mr. Peare’s room takes up half of the second and most of the
third levels of the house. This house was built when he married Ms. Cheron and they wanted separate suites. I think they were trying to out due one another, and as usual, Mr. Peare won.”

“I take it he doesn’t like to lose.”

“He is not fond of losing.” Anna giggled.

Going to the door, Melissa noted there were even locks on the door and she relaxed. “Are these for me?”

“No, Ms. Cheron put that on her door once she moved in because Dyson’s tendencies to…” Anna blushed.

“What?”

“Well, I use to listen to conversations she would have with girlfriends and it’s known that when Dyson is attracted to a female, he is insatiable. Some people think he killed his first wife by … well, you know, doing it to her to death.”

Melissa gasped. “He was married before?”

“He married at seventeen for two years, but according to the death record, she had a weak heart and had been having conditions prior to her death, but she did not make him aware of her condition.”

That was a shocker and she was truly speechless.

“Would you like me to get Roberts to draw you a bath?” Anna asked.

“I prefer showers,” she said. “Will Daniel be okay?”

“That boy could careless about anything. Mr. Peare should be returning before dinner.” Anna handed her a key. “That is to this door. Only Roberts has a copy.”

Melissa wanted to get as much time alone as possible in a nice hot shower.

Once Anna was gone, Melissa couldn’t get to the shower fast enough to feel the hot water on her skin. She scrubbed over four times and then just enjoyed the water on her skin. She washed her hair three times and afterwards, she made two corn rolls that reached her shoulders. Looking like an Indian girl, she stepped out the bathroom and found some jeans and t-shirt and then
noticed it was almost seven.

Had she taken a two-hour shower?

Throwing lotion on her skin and putting on some socks and shoes, she left out her bedroom, got lost and finally made it to the dining room where everyone was seated.

Dyson was there talking on the phone and he shot her a bothered look, pointing to the watch. He was dressed in jeans and a nice shirt which accentuated his brawniness and she wanted to really stare since she had never seen him dressed so informally.

Daniel and Royce were sniggering quietly across the table from each other at some secret joke. Roberts looked a bit annoyed as well just like Dyson for having to wait as he led her to the other end of the table.

She didn’t take the seat he offered. “I’d much rather sit by my son,” she said. “I don’t think it’s appropriate to sit at the end of the table.” So I can watch him eat and he can watch me.

There were no other chairs around the table and Roberts only looked at her as if she weren’t speaking English. She looked over at Dyson who was still on the phone and he wasn’t paying attention to them.

“Can’t I move my chair to the side?” she asked.

Roberts just continued to stare at her like an idiot. She decided she’d make sure she got to the table early and sat down on the side where her son was sitting or move her chair to the side.

He slammed the phone down making everyone jump and then looked up at her. “Nice of you to finally join us.”

“The time got away with you.”

“Along with twenty gallons of water,” he smirked.

“If it’s a problem-“

He cut her off. “None, at all. Say grace Royce.”

His son said grace, but she wasn’t praying over the food she was going to eat, she was praying that she could stop looking at Dyson as if she were hungry for him.

Sex Weed -Part 6.1

2007-04-17T11:08:00.000-05:00

Dyson rose up, but unlike the other times, he did not move away quickly. Instead, he looked down at her to bask in the moment they had just shared.

“Get off,” she sneered.

Her coldness was unexpected.

“Get off!” she repeated angrily.

“You’re mad?” he observed out loud.

She hit her fist against his chest. “You didn’t use a condom!”

He actually looked down as if he could see himself, but he was still embedded inside of her all the
way to the hilt. His manhood twitched and she gasped still heavily affected by their union.

Any other time in his life he would have been spitting mad. He’d never forgotten before.

Looking back at her, he said, “That’s going to cause a problem?”

“GET OFF!”

Dyson didn’t move. Instead, he calmly reasoned, “I should be the one upset.”

She tried to push him off, but that was like pushing against a cement wall and he wasn’t budging.

“You? YOU?! I could be getting pregnant as we speak. MOVE! GET OFF!”

“Not until you calm down. Your anger arouses me.” To prove his point, he gyrated his hips loving how her gasps and moans made his manhood grow again.

“NOOOOO!” she beseeched him. “Please!”

“Please what, Melissa? Take it back?” he asked amused. “Take it out?”

“You are being a bastard, Dyson!”

It was the first time she said his name without him forcing her and the sound was melodious to his ear. It also aroused him again. “I may be, but if you think about it Melissa, shit happens and we can either look at this as a good thing or bad thing.”

“No! No! No! You are not going to make me believe that this is acceptable to you. What are you trying to do?”

“Let’s really look at this. Your pregnancy gives me another son.”

“You don’t know it’s a boy.”

“Quit ruining my moment,” he growled.

“And you’ll actually have a man there to support your child. I’m sure as a single parent it’s been
hard.”

“I don’t want your money! I don’t want you and I certainly don’t want a child from you!”

“It was bound to happen eventually from the beginning.”

“It was controlled! It was-“

He kissed her. First it was just to shut her up, but then the softness of her lips caught him off guard and he pressed on. Her hands pressed against his shoulders, but it was a modest effort to resist. She tightened up, but then relaxed and allowed the kiss to deepen with the parting of her lips. Tasting her was more than he had anticipated and he was immediately immersed in something so wondrous time and reality were pushed away taking him into a world where every emotion he told himself he would never allow himself to feel he did.

Her tongue pressed hesitantly between his lips and he accepted it wrapping his own around hers and drawing her nectar into his mouth. His body began to press deep in her and he could feel her muscles squeeze around his shaft tighter and tighter until she broke the kiss to scream her joy.

Feeling her orgasm surround his manhood was powerful, but he wasn’t near to coming and he wanted to feel more of that.

Dyson found thousands of ways to draw her body to orgasming again and she was mindless in the glory. He watched her come to reality and as soon as he thought she was about to protest he kissed her some more loving how her body quickly forget what she wanted to say and just bend to his will. Her womanhood was so damn wet and when he rolled on his back bringing her with him, she didn’t protest. Watching her ride him, he came close to coming and had to stop her several times because he wanted to enjoy her body so much more, but she was so damn sexy and exciting he finally yielded and detonated clutching her hips and pounding up into her.

She convulsed and shook and cried and Dyson wanted to never let her go, but reality was a bitch and now that their experience was over, there was no where to go. Nowhere to turn.

He realized that as she came to her senses and shot off of him. Since he wasn’t holding her down she was able to get off of him and stand angrily by the bed and glare at him.

Moving his arms behind his head to slightly prop his head up, he said, “Didn’t you say you wanted to get up and clean up?”

She growled and stormed into the connecting bathroom. He heard the shower running and was almost tempted to go in there and join her, but he knew if he did he’d be tempted to find some damn way to get up in there again.

How the hell had he gotten in so deep with her? What the fuck had she done to him?

He found the guest bathroom and wiped himself down. Checking the time, they still had thirty minutes before the boys got out of school. Instead of waiting to face her, Dyson decided to leave.

He neatly put the Blackberry he had given her close to the bathroom door. Putting on his clothes, he arranged for her to use the limousine to get back to work, while he hopped a cab to get to his car.

She needed time.

He needed time.

He needed to keep his ass there and try to make sense of what the hell had happened. If she were pregnant would she keep the baby? Was she thinking of ways to dispose of his child if she became pregnant?

Damn Dyson! Damn!

(to be continued...)

Sex Weed - Part 5

2007-04-13T12:23:00.000-05:00

That brief moment when she heard the lock click open, she thought for sure she had won. She knew she would have to play dirty in order to get out that room. This man had to weigh at least a hundred and fifty pounds more than she and even though he had every confidence that he could win, she was from the streets of Detroit and she had fought off a lot of men.

Fighting dirty was part of the streets and she was going to do whatever it took.

She turned the knob to get out the room, but was yanked by her hair and practically flung
on the bed. Before she had a chance to recover, she was weightless for two seconds. He’d flipped her over like a pancake and was on top of her from behind with her arms over her head and her legs held down by the weight of his thigh.

“NO!!!!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.

“Stop fighting,” he gritted out breathing heavily, using his entire body weight on her back to hold her down.

Melissa tried to fight until she almost passed out. When she was still, he lifted up slightly.

She heard him taking off his pants with his free hand “Do you give?” he asked.

“NO!”

He pushed his knee to part her legs and she could feel his manhood molding against her ass. “You’ll never make it to that door now, Melissa. Stop fighting me.”

“I hate you!” she screamed as she felt him raise her skirt. In one simple tug, he ripped her underwear away.

Focusing on her hate, she continued to squirm, but this aided his efforts and she screech even more as she felt this thickened shaft press deep into her. He cursed viciously as if she were hurting him. He took her arms and yanked them down until his fingers entwined with hers and he was able to drive deeper.

Melissa hated her body for being wet for his entry. She hated her body more as it took pleasure enclosing tightly around his manhood, assisting him in his pleasurable assault on her body. Biting her lip, she forced herself not to show how much he was affecting her.

“I won,” he whispered in her ear triumphantly. “You can’t fight me anymore.”

She squeezed her eyes shut and bit down on her lip tighter. ‘It’s just your body.’ Separating herself from what he did to her was easy. In this position she didn’t see that handsome face and that perfect body - Just the deep panting from his mouth.

And it happened. Her body responded to her resistance and he knew it too because he stopped and cursed again.

“You’re a sore loser now?”

“I’m not fighting you,” she said triumphantly.

“Resisting me is useless, Melissa,” he said as if that was going to make her wet again. When nothing seemed to change her, he withdrew and as quickly as she had been flipped on her stomach, he now flipped her on her stomach. “I won,” he declared angrily.

He still had her hands and now raised them over her head. She was just bare from the waist below as usual.

“Then go ahead and take it,” she sneered. “You won’t get an inch of pleasure from me ever again!”

His dark eyes scanned down her body and for a brief moment he looked lost as to what to do. His hand moved to dip between her legs and her dryness was very evident.

“You’re no better than him. You’re a monster. All you men ever do is take and take and I won’t let you win over me anymore,” she said prevailing and joyful that her body was resisting him even now. She could look at him and become unaffected.

A look of confusion then crossed his features and she thought she had won. He was going to release her! He was going to give up.

He looked at his hand that had just moved between her legs and then his eyes moved down to her bodice.

‘What the hell was he thinking?’ she wondered.

It didn’t take long to figure that out as his hands moved to open her shirt.

Melissa began to writhe, as he pulled until each button popped open. Pushing away the skimpy material was easy for him. Her skin had been bathed in sweet fruit lotions and along with her natural scent she could tell it was having an effect on his senses.

His eyes moved back up to her. She was breathless from trying to fight him, but he seemed strangely calm as if he was reading her mind and doing everything she was saying not to do.

Their eyes met as his face lowered and she had to watch his mouth open and then enclose over a dark nipple. The sight of him tasting her flesh instantly shook her to arousal. He suckled her handful size breast into his wide mouth and she didn’t writhe anymore to get away.

Throwing her head back as he began to attack her other breast, she revealed in the feel of his hot mouth that seemed to sear her skin with unbelievable pleasure that shot right down into her womanhood.

His hand moved down between her legs once he felt her moisture, he rose up and moved into her easily. She accepted him, whimpering and crying as her body succumbed to feeling his steel flesh rod plummet repeatedly between her wet folds.

He released her hands and at any moment she could have pushed him away, but she didn’t. Instead, she rested her hands on his back and gripped her legs against his waist encouraging him to take what was his.

Her body began to tremble, vibrating – inside and outside, as she rose to climax, but then he staggered his movements. She whimpered needing him to continue. Her nails pressed on his lower body to direct his movements, but just as she was about to go over the edge, he pulled back again.

Melissa opened her eyes to look up at his. Sweat covered every inch of his face and chest. There was triumphant and glory. He was winning and purposely prolonging the pleasure she wanted. He was prolonging his own, but for some reason he didn’t want to give in yet and it was taking all his strength to do so.

“Say my name,” he ordered.

She wanted to resist, but all he had to do was move the way she wanted him t move.

“Say it!”

“M-Mr. Peare,” she resisted. “Ahhhhhhh!”

He gyrated his hips directly arousing her clitoris, playing her body like a musical instrument; he had her saying every vowel sound in cohesively.

“Now say my name, Melissa,” he ordered again.

Damn she wanted to resist, but she was on the brink. He knew she was and he was willing to prolong this fight as long as possible to win.

“Dyson,” she said dejectedly.

“Tell me what I’ve won, Melissa.”

Tears welled in her eyes. “You’ve won me…. M-Morning, Noon and N-Night, Dyson.” He stroked just the way she liked it. “Say it again.” His head dipped to suckle her breast again never stopping his body from evoking the sexual lust out of her.

The bevy of delight just around the corner, inside of her, starting rumbling to the surface. Her lips quivered and her thigh shivered. There was a warm chill running from every nerve in her spine and she didn’t want it to stop. ‘Give him what he wants! Anything!’

“Me! You’ve won me, Dyson. I’m yours.”

He groaned and pushed her thighs back as far as possible driving so deep and hard into her repeatedly he knew he was hitting the back of her pelvis and she screamed his name. His dick felt so damn hard she thought it was going to explode inside of her literally and it was perfect as her body orgasm harder than she had ever felt it erupt. Life at that moment was perfect.

Perfect!

And he came joining her spirit - lifting, flying, bonding.

She heard him whisper, “Beautiful, Melissa! Beautiful.”

And she cried. She cried because her soul was touched like it had never been touched before
from the one man she never wanted to touch it.

He relaxed on top of her body, but this time he didn’t put all his weight on her, yet he still buried his face in her neck and the moment still moved her to tenderness. She used that small moment to smile her pleasure because she knew he wasn’t looking at her.

He pulsed in her and then she realized the worst. ‘Oh shit! Oh shit!’

They had not used a condom this time.

Sex Weed - Part 4

2007-04-12T09:47:00.001-05:00

On his way to pick up the potential client for breakfast, he had time to read over the proposal.

She had done his corrections perfectly and she also made refinements only impressing him, but infuriating him. Why the hell was she so damn perfect?

The client was impressed as well with the proposal and Dyson had to so almost little to no talking to get the client to understand everything in layman’s terms. Melissa’s refinements had made sure of that and the client was sold quickly. Matter of fact, Dyson was on his way back to the office in two short hours with check written out that could pay for Royce’s first year of college

. He stopped at the bank to deposit the check and make sure his personal debit card could cover everything he wanted to do.

He hadn’t done some crazy shit like he had planned in a long while and usually Cheron had planned things like this, but he knew he had pushed too many of Melissa’s buttons and if she didn’t quit, he wouldn’t be surprised if he did one more thing to make her mad.

Yet, he knew it was naturally in his nature to piss people off. He seemed to get off saying the one thing that would make someone mad and he had done this more than enough times with her.

‘And don’t forget all the sex,’ he reminded himself trying not to feel guilty.

He wanted her to continue to be his secretary and he also wanted her sex. ‘You want your cake and you want to eat it too.’

So he would have to do something to give her a reason to put up with his trifling ass as Cheron often called him.

He called Melissa on the way back to the office. “I’ll be there in two minutes and I don’t want to have to come up there. Let Lawrence know if he needs to reach me, hit my phone and tell Adrian as well. We won’t be returning by the end of the day.”

“Why not?” Melissa asked.

“Don’t ask questions,” he snipped tiredly. “Get the flash drive with the red writing that’s on top of my desk and be downstairs in five minutes.”

It took ten minutes to get down to him and he pretended he was busy on his laptop when she got in, but he was really looking at a blank screen the entire time counting the minutes until she came.

“The flash was in your desk. Not on top,” she said, handing it to him.

He only shrugged as if she should have known. He’d already told the driver where to go so he didn’t need to repeat it now that Melissa was in the car.

The driver took them over to the Saint Royal Hotel on the Boulevard in Detroit . Neither spoke to each other while in the car. He tried to work on his presentation for a client he was meeting tomorrow, while she pretended there was something interesting out the window, but he knew she was sneaking glances at him with an indiscernible look in her caramel brown eyes.

“Are we meeting a client?” she asked. “I didn’t bring my note pad.”

He handed her his blackberry, which also served as his phone for the office. “If you need to take notes, you can use that.” This was only a distraction from what they were really going to do, but he didn’t want to go into detail about it.

“Wait here until I see if my arrangements have been made.”

She wanted to protest, but she didn’t and he made his way into the hotel. After speaking with the clerk and paying what he wanted done, he sent a bellboy out to the limousine to take Melissa up to the penthouse he had reserved.

By the time he arrived, she was looking very upset.

“I’m not having sex with you!” she spat.

The bellboy who had escorted her looked embarrassed, but Dyson didn’t flinch.

“I didn’t ask.”

“Then why are we in a hotel in the middle of the day?”

Walking up close until he was inches away from her, he asked, “Do you really think I’d go through the trouble of paying for a penthouse for a couple of minutes of sex with you?”

She snickered, but he had a feeling this was some inside joke.

Dyson’s hand shot out around to grip her nape to force her to look at him. “Don’t mistake my kindness for weakness, Melissa.”

She tried to snatch away, but his arm was like steel and only he could move it. “I never do. I know you only do things for your own selfish pleasure.”

His eyes were drawn briefly to her mouth and he was close enough to swoop down and taste them. They almost called for him, but he resisted the urge to kiss her. Instead he released her and moved away quickly before he gave in to the urge to kiss her.

“Drink?” he asked.

“I don’t drink on the job.”

“You aren’t on the job.”

“What are you doing, Mr. Peare? Why are we here? You don’t take breaks.”

He paid the uncomfortable looking patient bellboy and once they were alone, the door was locked, he answered her. “You need one - From me. They’ll be up here to help you and cater to your every need.” He checked his watch. “I’ll be back in two for lunch, if you don’t mind having it with me.”

Stiffly, she said, “Yes, I do mind.”

That was not what he wanted to hear. “But?”

It took a very long moment, until she finally said, “I will have lunch with you.”

“Good.” He left to go to the bar.

For two hours, he worked in a table in the bar wondering what the hell had he ordered and if she would hate him more when he returned.

On the dot, he returned to the room and she was just sitting at the table where the hotel staff had set up lunch. The masseuse was just leaving and she actually looked refreshed – stand offish, but refreshed.

“You didn’t change,” he said.

“My clothes were clean,” she replied cordially.

Dammit if she wasn’t the most non-emotional woman he had ever met!

“I want to discuss this situation.”

“Was that your warm up for two hours?” she asked sarcastically.

“I’m not trying to fight.”

“You’re always looking for a fight, Mr. Peare.”

“Why the hell can’t you call me Dyson?!”

She didn’t answer this and it annoyed him even more. Was she purposely trying to get on his nerve?

‘Women are deceitful creatures by nature,’ he remembered Alejandro saying.

Was this bitch playing his game?

Fuck!

And he had fallen for everything! How long had she been playing him?

“I’m starting to get your game, Melissa,” he warned.

She folded her arms over her chest. Her shield was rising.

The feeling of knowing that he was on to her filled him with so much victory. Coming over to her, he licked his lips tempted to kiss her. She didn’t back down despite his proximity.

“Are we going to eat?” she asked, ignoring his warning.

He sat down at the table and lifted the lids off of both of their plates.

“I don’t want to live with you,” she announced suddenly.

He tilted his head to the side. “And how did we get back to this subject?”

“I brought us to this subject.”

“Why don’t we first speak about you living on the street?”

“I’m not.”

“Staying in your van is living on the street.”

“I’m your whore, isn’t that the norm?”

She did it again.

He forced himself to stuff food in his mouth as he tried to recover. “You’re living with me whether you like it or not until you get on your feet.”

“I don’t think it’s appropriate.”

“Your room will be on the other side of the house. I was thinking we’d explain to the boys that we’ll co-parent until you get on your feet.”

“Co-parent?” she asked. “Did you just make that up?”

He snorted. “Why don’t you want Reed to know about Daniel? I think it’s important for a man to know they he has a son.”

She leaned on the table and said, “The key word here is a man and I realized a long time ago that Reed is no man. He’s a monster.”

A chill went down his spine because he had always thought the same thing about his stepbrother. Maybe some people had thought that about Dyson, but Dyson knew in Reed he had met an adversary that if he wasn’t careful could beat him.

She was just as worthy, but Melissa wasn’t a monster or bitch. She was just a woman who was hurt by a monster.

Continuing, she said, “He dragged me down to Ohio with promises of being together and I married him like a fool and thought it was going to be happy, but then when we returned, he changed. He said he had some things to do and when it was over, we would go, but I had to just stay put. He left and never came back and I was pregnant and I was going to tell him. I had every intention of telling him just to get him back, but then I pressed my ears to the street and I heard of the monster he had become. This man who hurt women and killed men and sold drugs and hurt anyone who got in his way. And then I got to seeing that he didn’t have a son to follow in his footsteps and then he hurt a friend of mine when he found out the woman who was carrying his child and the child was a girl.”

“So you know he’d take Daniel away?” Dyson asked.

“Yes, I know he will. He wants a son. He wants a son so bad that he’d kill until he get one. I don’t want Daniel to grow up in that life. I want a son who’s going to be someone. Who won’t hurt people, who will make something of himself and who will respect women.”
Dyson realized if Reed knew about Royce, he would take the boy as well.

And he knew why Reed wanted a son. It was the one thing that Dyson had and Reed didn’t. But the truth of the matter was that Dyson didn’t have a son and if the truth were know, Reed would have two sons. This didn’t sit well with Dyson.

“So that’s why your secret is more precious than your body?” he asked.

“Daniel is more precious than anything,” she hissed vehemently.

He finished his food but she had yet to touch hers. “Aren’t you going to eat your food?”

“Talking about the past has made me lose my appetite.”

Placing the napkin from his lap on the table, he stood and moved around the table to her. “Why do you allow me to do this to you?”

She looked away from him ashamed. “Because you’re right. I don’t have anyone to go to. I’m here alone and you know I can’t turn to Reed.”

“You’re a good liar, Melissa.” He held out his hand. “Come.”

Warily she took his hand and he led her towards the bedroom, but she flinched and hesitated which made him stop because he didn’t want to let go of her hand and she didn’t want to move further.

“No,” she barely whispered in a disgusted tone.

He yanked her body to his so it pressed against his own and quickly wrapped his arm around her waist molding her body against his. His other hand moved up to grip her nape as she tried to push away from him.

“NO!!” she begged. “You said you wouldn’t.”

“I never said I wouldn’t. You just assumed.” Gawd, he marveled at the beauty of her anger and he was almost tempted to kiss her for her resistance.

She tried to writhe from his grip, but he wasn’t having that. Tears and hate welled in her eyes, but her body began to comply to his. “It’s not fair,” she said.

“What? That I want your sex?”

“That you don’t give me the option to fight.”

He smirked. “You wouldn’t win.”

“You don’t know that,” she said proudly.

With ease he flung her into the room just enough for her to get her balance without him holding her, and giving him the opportunity to lock them inside the bedroom together. “Fine, Melissa. You can fight me and if you win I won’t touch you again. If I win, you succumb to me morning noon and night, call me by my first name in private and won’t threatened to quit no matter what I do to you.”

Did she have to look as if she were making a decision to fight off evil from mankind? He steeled himself ready for her to refuse.

“And to win against you, what do I have to do?”

“Make it out this room,” he said simply.

“And for you to win?”

“Make it in you.” He took off his shirt and tossed it over a chair.

“And you won’t touch me ever again if I win?” she asked to be sure.

Dyson knew she wouldn’t win. “I won’t even look at you like I’m about to touch you,” he swore.

“Are there any limitation?”

“None at all.”

“You’re a man of your word?”

“Yes, Melissa. I swear I won’t –“

She kicked him in the thigh, but her goal had been to his nuts. It was a good thing he had good reflexes, but he was still shocked the bitch had it in her to take him out so dirty. While he recovered, she made a dash for the door. He lunged for her just in time catching her by her thigh and using all his weight to take her down.

With both his hands, he jerked her back in the middle of the room. She screamed her frustrations, but she must have expected he would jerk her like that because her fist came back to try to hit him in the nuts again. He backed up almost falling over a chair in the way and she used that opportunity to run for the door.

Cracking his knuckles, he knew she wasn’t going to fight and he was going to have to pull out all stops. He’d never fought a woman before, but he knew this fight was going to be a very pleasurable for him. He was going to beat her shit until she begged him for more.

Sex Weed - Part 3

2007-04-09T13:24:00.000-05:00

“No!” she resisted stepping away. “I’ll quit this damn job, I’ll run to another state, I’ll do whatever it takes so I don’t have to deal with you ever again.”

Grabbing her arm angered by her defiance, he gritted his teeth and threatened, “I can dial Reed’s number right now without even looking it up. Bet he would love to know that his boy is living out on the streets.”

She stiffened even more and he knew she couldn’t fight him. He could see the thousand of vicious names she wanted to call him, but he was prepared for battle.

Snatching away from him, she turned away for a moment to compose herself. He even thought he saw her sob, but when she faced him, her eyes were dead cold. Her hand slowly raised and began to push her skirt down.

He moved to a chair opening up his pants. “Get on your knees,” he ordered when she came to him.

Her eye twitched, but she didn’t defy him. Lowering to her knees in front of him, she knew what he was going to ask and her eyes were lowered directly on his groin.

He could almost feel the heat of her glare and her defiance made his manhood stiffen more. In the back of his mind he cursed himself for giving in to his lust so easily, but for some reason he couldn’t stop himself. Degrading her, brought a lustful sex monster out of him.

“Take it out,” he ordered.

Her lips trembled, but her hands obeyed him as they plied away his pants and then reached in to remove this thickened member. Dyson forced himself to breath regular as her fingers circumference the base of his shaft and directed the tip against her lips. The contrast of his mocha chocolate skin against her caramel colored brown skin was fascinating. Whether she did it on purpose or it was apart of her resistance, but she took the tip of him and brushed it over her soft pink lips. The groan was his undoing as her wet tongue seared his sensitive skin and he gripped the side of the chair throwing his head back. Her mouth moved deeper until he could feel the back of her throat all over the large tip. Repeatedly, she rose up and then moved right back down, sometimes slow and sometimes hurriedly. Each and every oral stroke felt so damn good.

He heard her take a deep breathe and then a strange sensation seem to squeeze his entire member. Looking down, he could see that she had almost engulfed his entire manhood and there was nothing left to keep him from exploding. When she tried to move away, he held her head.

She first struggled and then he could feel her throat muscles working to swallow his essence. There was no choice in the matter or she would have choked.

Dyson smiled sickly and gyrated his hips to pump what was left into her mouth. When he finally let go of her head, she sprang back falling on her ass. Her eyes had watered because she had not been able to breath with his shaft down her throat and she coughed while wheezing for air.

She used the back of her hand to wipe away his come and then stood up finding her skirt to put it on.

Why the hell had her mouth distracted him so much? He’d wanted to hit that ass. None of the objectives he had planned for tonight with her had been reached.

He looked at his limp manhood and then tucked it away.

Coldly, she asked, “Is there anything else, Mr. Peare?”

“No, Melissa. There isn’t anything else, for now.” Had he pushed her too far this time?

She straightened her clothes and walked out. The only indication that she was angry was that she slammed his office door. Yes, he had pushed her too far.

‘Hell hath no fury like a woman’s scorn.’

Everything in him told him to go after her, but his arrogance and stubbornness wouldn’t allow him to do that. She’d think he’d lost his mind.

Shrugging his shoulder, he told himself she’d be back. She had nowhere to turn to, except Reed and she wouldn’t do that. She wouldn’t dare.

* * * *

All night he tossed and turned until he was forced to jump out of the bed and go into the office. He arranged for the butler to drop his son off. Before going into work, he stopped at the address he remembered Royce saying where they lived. There was a large red sign on the property that indicated it was for sale and there were stickers on the property that said the sheriff department had evicted the persons who lived there and no one was to come inside for any reason. There was no doubt that the house would be trashed in a week from crack heads trying to steal steel and cooper out the house.

He wanted a way to get her to his home and he couldn’t figure out a good plan. If he asked her he knew she wouldn’t do it. His body still craved her and he knew the only way to get her out of his system was to spend more time with her.

She arrived at eight thirty and spent the thirty minutes in the bathroom before her shift as usual. Now that her son told her that they had gotten kicked out of their house, he realized she did this to wash up wherever she could.

At exactly nine, just the way he liked it, she brought his coffee and set it on his desk.

His conscious still bothered him and he didn’t like that.

“Where do you live?” he questioned.

His question caught her off guard. “Why?” she asked looking flustered.

“Because I want to know,” he said obviously. “I went by your house.”

“I don’t live there anymore.”

“I realized that.”

She placed the proposal in front of him. “I’m done with the proposal. Is there anything else, Mr. Peare?”

He narrowed his eyes at her because she was defying him on purpose. “I don’t like my women dirty.”

“Would that hinder you from fucking me?”

“No, but I do like a clean ass and if I have to douse you with bleach, I will,” he threatened.

This time her eyes narrowed. “I’m clean.”

“So where do you live?”

“That’s really-“

He slammed his fist angrily on his desk. The cup of coffee even trembled.

“A shelter, sometimes. During the week we’re fine but on the weekend, we… we sleep in the van,” she answered weakly.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t call protective services.”

“I’m a good mother!” she exclaimed defensively.

“Why the hell can’t you get into a hotel?”

Her lip trembled in defiance and he was reminded of last night’s session. “I have to raise a lot of money in so much time and I can’t do it living at a hotel.”

“Then you’ll stay with me,” he proclaimed.

“No!”

“Give me one good reason you shouldn’t? Who else do you have, Melissa? I’m being more than generous.”

In a whispered disgusted tone, she said, “I won’t be your whore.”

“Fine, then Daniel can just stay with me and you live out on the street. I don’t give a fuck about you. I just want Daniel to be safe and only because Royce would be devastated if something happened to his best friend because of his mother’s stupidity.”

“I won’t leave my son with you!”

“Then you’ll stay at the house. Call the house and tell them to make room for two guests.” He put the proposal in his brief.

When he got off the phone, she asked, “And if I refuse? You’ll call Reed?”

“No. I’ll call protective service and make them take Daniel away.”

“You’re a monster,” she sneered.

“And then I’ll call Reed.” He sipped his coffee hiding his smirk. There wasn’t anything else to say. He could see her will succumbing to his and this pleased him too much. He felt like Caesar. “Move my lunch to tomorrow, cancel my afternoon and make arrangements to come with me.”

Warily she asked, “Where?”

“Don’t worry, Melissa. Just obey.”

Her eyes narrowed to slits and he could just see her hatred for him.

Playing devil’s advocate, he asked, “Do you hate me?”

“Yes!” she sneered vehemently.

“Good. When this is all over, it’ll be that much easier to work for me.”

She stormed out the office and again slammed the door behind her. Damn it was good riling her up.

Sex Weed - Part 2

2007-04-04T14:02:00.000-05:00

I'm a habitual poster and I want to make sure that you get as much of the story before my time is up with you, so here goes Part 2 of Sex Weed. Enjoy and please post your comments, story predictions, complaints (LOL) below.

Alejandro only raised a dark brow. His Italian-Hispanic-Black heritage made him a unique specimen of man. He was big and brawny like he was a descendent of Paul Bunyan, but he looked like a Hispanic Clark Gable.

But Dyson knew Alejandro wasn’t the only one getting attention from the women around them. When he looked around the restaurant, he could see many women sending him admiring glances as well. He was a good-looking black man and he knew it. He exuded wealth on purpose because he had it and loved to show it off. Yet, not one damn woman caught his eye. Not like her.

“You say this as if you’re happy about it,” Alejandro noted. “I know your wife has been carrying on an affair with my cousin, Renaldo Bellini, along with several other men, although I did not know that when I met you.”

“She likes gigolos,” he snarled. “I think she likes every man except for me.” It was no secret that he married out of duty when he found out Cheron was pregnant with what he thought was his child and he thought he was getting a deal when her father turned over the ownership of his company to Dyson as long as he was married to his daughter.

“And Renaldo is the biggest one of them all. So why do you feel as if you should be bothered by this? She won’t grant you the divorce, but why don’t you just go ahead with the divorce and give her whatever she wants to get her out your hair.”

“I wont’ give up the company and I won’t give up my son. She wants both.”

“And your felony record doesn’t allow you to get custody or control of the company because it has government contracts, right?”

“You’ve done your research on me, haven’t you?”

“Yes. I know you need her to keep the contracts and you keep her around because you don’t want your son to choose while he’s so young, but I feel as long as you keep your indiscretion discreet, who cares where you’re sticking your dick?”

“I care.”

“Why? She’s married?”

“No.”

“She’s a he?”

Disgustedly, he said, “NO!”

“Then what?”

“She’s my secretary.”

“Fire her.”

“She’s a damn good secretary.”

“Then get another chick.”

“Alejandro, I don’t get a lot of good secretaries and I don’t get a lot of pussy. I’m picky as hell and for some reason when I get what I like, I find it hard to give it up.”

“The pussy is that good?”

“Like damn sex weed.”

Alejandro almost choked on his wine in mid-drink. “Then you need to accept that and just take it day by day.”

“If I keep this up, I’m going to imprint my dick inside her, but I can’t.”

“There’s more?”

He sighed reluctantly. “I should start at the beginning?”

“I’m all ears.”

“I’ve had a rival with my step-brother, Reed Lawson, since high school. We even vied for our parent’s affections and dammit he was always one up on me. We went after each other’s girls and then we competed to see who could amass the most money. He decided to beat me, he would go illegal because that was the only way.” He found a cigar and lit it. After taking a long drag, he said, “I knew he had this girl in high school, but he dropped her like a bad habit because he knew I’d go after her. Wouldn’t talk to her. Broke her damn heart, but I didn’t give a fuck because shit happens in love and war. I was doing some random snooping on him as is my usual when it’s quiet on the warfront and I found out two things. One that Reed got married to this chick ten years ago, but makes sure he doesn’t associate with her just so I won’t go after her and also my son, who I thought all this time was mine, is really his. Cheron admitted to this two months ago.”

“Damn! That’s enough for a man to go on a killing spree.”

“You have no idea.” He took another long drag and then placed the cigar down. “I started hunting this chick down and saw she was looking for a job, so I offered her a job just to keep her close and find out what the deal is. On top of this, a month ago, my boy asked me to help him bust one of my stepbrother’s shops. I do it because I can’t stand the motherfucker. I’m just supposed to stall for a hand massage, but this woman comes in and she stuck out like a damn sore thumb. I bust up out of there before she puts her damn hands on me, but then she turns up at my son’s birthday party with her boy and I know it’s Reed’s girl. Come to find out, Reed is still crushing on this bitch, but he don’t want to get two feet near her knowing I’ll go after her. When I confront her about everything, I then find out that her son is Reed’s boy and he don’t know it.”

Alejandro’s look of pure shock is very evident and he doesn’t speak or respond.

Dyson said, “It was a mistake the first time I had Melissa, but then after that, I just can’t stop myself. I’ve threatened to tell Reed if she doesn’t do what I want.”

“Sex weed?”

“I think of that bitch and my dick gets hard.”

“Must be hard to sit.”

Dyson chuckled. He hadn’t laughed in a long time about his life.

“I’d be leery about her, Dyson,” Alejandro warned. Bellini men always thought they knew women pretty well. “Women always have a reason for letting a man win anything. Be careful that she’s not letting you win now to lose big later.”

“What’s that mean?”

“Women are deceitful creatures by nature. What power you have over her is just because
she allows it.” He checked his watch. “I’d better go and let my uncle know we’ve come to terms on this project and I can head off to vacation without worries.”

Dyson let Alejandro exit before he called the office.

“Mr. Peare’s office,” she answered sweetly in a melodious tone.

Damn! His manhood twitched. “Were you going to pick up your son?”

His concern caught her off guard because she hesitated when she was usually sure about what she was saying to him. “I-I was, but I was running a little late.”

“Don’t,” he said. “I’ll bring him -“

“No,” she cut him off, with that out of nowhere backbone. “I can pick up my own son.”

“I’m sure you can, Melissa, but I’ll take him to my home. You can pick him up when
you’re done.” He hung up the phone and then waited for her to call back.

After a minute, the phone didn’t ring and he put it away in disappointment. Alejandro’s words bothered him and he wasn’t a man who ran from the problem except when it concerned his wife.

Melissa was a complicated woman and the bad thing was that he didn’t know her except for her great work ethics and her perfect pussy. He was a cold son of a bitch, but she had him topped when it came to covering up her feelings.

Picking up his son, he told Royce to find Melissa’s son and bring him to the car. Daniel walked up to them obediently.

“Yes, sir?”

“I’m taking you to my home. Your mother has to work late.”

Daniel looked warily around as if his mother would pull up at any moment and dispute it.

“Would you like to speak to her?” Dyson asked.

“Yes, sir. Can I use your phone?”

Dyson dialed her office number and when she answered, he passed the phone to the young boy.

“Do I go with Mr. Peare?....” There was a long pause and then Daniel said, “Yes, Momma. I love you too.”

He hung the phone up and handed it back to Dyson.

On the way, Dyson bought them an after school snack. Daniel and Royce got along great,
but he wondered if he married Daniel’s mother would things end up like what happened to him?

“Why do you keep looking at me, Mr. Peare?” Daniel asked suddenly looking at the rear view window.

The boy was smart and perceptive.

“You look more like your mother than anything.”

“Thank you.”

“Have you met your father?”

“No sir.”

Have you asked your mother about him?”

“Once and she said, if he wanted me to know him, he would take the time and come meet me.”

‘Not if he didn’t know you were alive,’ Dyson said to himself.

When they arrived at Dyson’s five bedrooms home in a suburb of Detroit, the boys
immediately went to Royce’s room to do their homework. Daniel finished his first and came to Dyson’s office to have it checked.

“Why did my mother ask me not to say anything about us to you even if you asked questions?” Daniel asked.

“That’s what she said to you on the phone?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Maybe your mother has something to hide from me. Does she?”

“Everyone has secrets, Mr. Peare. Don’t you?”

The boy was mature.

“That’s true, Daniel.” He handed the boy back his homework. “You should write out that word problem better.”

“Thank you.” Daniel took the work, but he never took his cinnamon eyes off Dyson. “She
doesn’t like you. She says that you’re mean and you wouldn’t care about anything.”
“Do you think differently?”

“I think you take care of people you care about, but I can understand you not caring for my mother. She’s just an employee of yours and its just coincidence that your son and I are friends. Mom says it’s a small world and I’ve been given a good opportunity to know Royce.” He walked to the door to leave the office, but then he stopped and turned to Dyson. “She doesn’t want you to know we got kicked out our house. And she doesn’t want you to know that she’s married too.”

Why the hell did this little boy think that his attitude toward his mother would change upon this knowledge?

Royce called for Daniel who instantly turned back into the ten-year boy and ran out the room.
Melissa arrived at seven to pick up her son. He could tell she must have used somewhere quick to wash up because she still smelled like commercial soap. Her soft white blouse was partially opened, her hair looked as if she had done a lot of pulling on it, when she was frustrated about something, and she had changed out of the high heels to some comfortable black loafers. Dyson also noticed she had parked her van on the street instead of the driveway. It was a mid nineteen ninety blue Dodge Caravan with rust marks around the edges of it.

“Going on a trip?” he asked, looking at the van and seeing the things piled in the back.

She ignored his question and asked, “Is Daniel ready?”

He could tell she was in a rush to leave his presence and that annoyed the shit out of him. “Why
are you so late? Milking the clock won’t get you overtime, Mellisa.”

“I wasn’t milking the clock, Mr. Peare.” Everything she insisted on using his last name
when referring to him. “I was finishing up that proposal. You saved it in Adobe and I had to go back and reformat it to make the changes you wanted.”

All while she spoke, he looked for some kind of recognition that she was somehow attracted to him, but she showed absolutely no emotions and this pissed him off at how well she could keep her feelings in check.

He didn’t know if he had given her a bad file on purpose or because he found some joy making her job difficult. Either way, it pissed her off and this made him happy because dammit he was turned on. Despite her attempt to clean herself up, she still had his scent on him and he could just imagine if he tasted her she would taste like him.

Fuck! Stop that!

“You didn’t answer my question,” she said.

Before he could respond, Daniel ran to her and hugged her. “Hi Momma.” His coat was closed up and his backpack was on. He was ready to go and she was about to leave, but Dyson wasn’t ready for her to go. “Hey, you smell like Mr. Peare,” Daniel remarked.

She flushed in embarrassment. “I was at his office all today, Daniel.”

That was the most emotions he’d ever seen her show and he knew she cared for her son deeply.

“Wait! Daniel, I have to speak to your mother in private. Can you go to the kitchen and tell them to serve dinner without me? Tell Royce to eat and would you join him for dinner, while your mother and I speak?”

“How long?” Daniel asked protectively.

“We have some business to discuss.” He winked assuredly. “I promise not to make her unhappy.”

Daniel looked up at his mother. Her shield was back on and she nodded for her son to obey.

“Yes, sir,” Daniel said and ran away to carryout the orders.

A cold look came over her face as her emotional shield raised up higher.

“Follow me,” Dyson ordered going to his office wishing he could lead her to the bedroom.

Soon as the door closed, she spoke up, “Whatever you think we’re doing, we’re not.”

“I’m only allowed to part your legs at the office?” he snapped.

Incredulously, she stated, “You’ve had me twice. What is wrong with you?! No one has sex like that. You’ve never…” She stopped herself. “I can’t continue to do this, Mr. Peare. Not this many times a day. Once I could understand and I thought I could put up with it, but this is…” A disgusted look filled her features.

The more she spoke the more he was affected. “You think what you want matters?” he snarled.

Sarcastically, she said matter of factly, “Oh I forgot you don’t care. You could care less.”

“I don’t. Take off your clothes,” he ordered coming up to her.

Intro to Sex Weed & Guest Author: Sylvia Hubbard

2007-04-02T09:01:00.000-05:00

Good Morning,

I’m so excited about participating in Sydney’s guest appearance. Whenever I’m a guest in someone’s blog home, I like to conform to what his or her visitors usually expect, but with a twist.

First let me introduce myself. I’m romance suspense/erotic intrigue and excitedly dubbed Cliffhanger Queen by my readers. I have been a writer for as long as I can remember and I choose romance because I was addicted to historical romances (Johanna Lindsey, Katherine Woodwiss and Beverly Jenkins. But I’m a lazy writer and I hate all the durn research, so I usually take historical themes and turn them into contemporary stories.

On my blog, I usually post stories and with Sydney’s blog being erotic, well, that’s just up my alley.

I should warn you in advance, I am a cliffhanger queen and I love suspense, so expect a little twist and turn along with a story to make you wiggle in your chairs and then shift into hot.

This little number is especially for Sydney’s blog for the month of April that I’m going to call Sex Weed. I decided to “make it up” just for you and I’ll post every Monday. I love comments and critiques.

Sex Weed (yes, from the R. Kelly song)
Dyson Peare a man who maintained a strong control on all parts of his life is dead set on coming out the winner in a long battle with his step-brother, Reed Lawson. Upon the knowledge of finding out his brother is secretly married to a woman who doesn’t want to be married to him, Dyson prepares himself to get the ultimate win when he found Reed fathered the son Dyson thought was his own. Yet, Melissa Lawson is a complicated woman who even Reed could not deal with but did not want to let her go. Now Dyson prepares to bend her to his will, but he finds himself obsessed with the heaven he finds between her legs and once his victory over his brother is done, he doesn’t know if he can give up her sex weed.

Pressing deep into her, his shaft pulsed and it took all his control to not come again, but she felt so damn good. There was just something about morally wrong sex that turned Dyson Peare on and the more he had of her body, the more he wanted her. It was the second time that day he had given in to his lust, this time right across his desk where he drove deep into her knowing the wood was going to tear her back up, but she didn’t seem to care and he was so oblivious, he didn’t care either.

She licked his ear, nibbled voraciously at his neck and then gyrated her body under him widening her legs and moving him even deeper. Her breathless sighs of pleasure aroused him and then she bit her lip to make sure she was quiet knowing he didn’t like noise. Her light cinnamon eyes closed and she trembled.

It was beautiful to watch her orgasm, but he forced himself to look away, yet her nails digging in his back and her snatch practically suckling against his manhood made him very aware of her presence despite how quiet she tried to be.

‘Fuck! Damn! Fuck! Damn!’ His body succumbed to her exquisite hot womanhood and he released himself shuddering and cursing.

He buried his face in her neck to recover himself. This was not just to avoid looking down in her face, but he found that for some reason the sweet smell of her was pleasant and even though he avoided the growing attraction to her, he was a cold son of a bitch that rarely found pleasure in anything other than what a woman could do to his manhood.

Rising above her, he looked down in her now soft brown amused eyes knowing that they were wrong to do this. “What the fuck do you find so damn funny?” he sneered.

Her smile disappeared and whatever amused her she wasn’t going to say. Melissa Lawson was the most complicated woman he had ever met and although he was just screwing with her to screw with his brother, he couldn’t stop wanting what she had between her legs. Did she know his weakness for her?

Dyson wanted to tell her that he found her smile to be the most beautiful thing in the world and he wanted to kiss her until his lips fell off, but he refused to say a word. Instead, he jerked out of her and grabbed some Kleenex to wipe off the condom and hide it, before throwing that in the garbage.

She winced getting off the desk and he saw the bruise on her lower back before she pulled down her skirt, but refused to say anything to that. Call it a love mark, he teased to himself. Love was war and that was just one of the wounds. She could accept it and just go on.

“Is there anything else, Mr. Peare?” she asked, pulling up her underwear and fixing her
hair.

Why couldn’t she be like other females and plead for more attention from him? She wasn’t normal. Sex wasn’t supposed to be routine – especially his sex. He knew he did something to her. The more she didn’t respond the more he worked to make her. That’s why he didn’t mind the nails in his back and loved to see her bite her lips. She enjoyed what he did to her, but dammit she didn’t act like it once he wasn’t touching her. Melissa Lawson was not a normal woman.

‘This is just sex! Revenge sex! And when’s it’s all over you’ll ignore her,’ he told himself.

“I’m going on my two o’clock and then I’ll be picking up my son,” he said. “I won’t be returning, but I do expect that proposal I emailed you to be finished by the time I get in tomorrow morning.”

She only nodded before switching her thick hips out of his office. He allowed his guard to fall as he looked at her luscious backside and told himself next time he would hit it from the back.

Going to his private bathroom, he threw water on his face, washed himself down quickly and then admired his good looks in the mirror. He knew Melissa was attracted to him. He made sure he looked good at all times. He was an inch below six feet and working out twice a day, he looked like a black Spartan, cut right from God’s hand and sent as a gift for women. So what he was arrogant as hell, selfish to the bone – except when it came to his son, Royce, and cold as hell to any female unless he wanted something other than sex from her. With his caramel brown eyes, his bald head, mocha perfect skin, and a goatee around his thick dark pink lips, he was a temptation to any woman.

Checking his Breguet watch, he grabbed his coat and walked out. When he got to the elevator he hit the back wall angry at himself.

‘You’ve got to stop this madness! It’s just a stupid slut cunt!’ Taking control of his emotions, he forced himself not to let her get to him.

Yet for the past month since she had laid eyes on her, he couldn’t stop himself from wanting to get between her damn legs. His manhood had almost shot out his pants. On the discovery of her secret, he had used every tactic to get her to give him what he wanted without a fight.

Now he held that against her and used it for every opportunity to fuck her. She didn’t refuse him. Her secret meant more to her than her own body and she allowed him to take pleasure in it whenever he wanted.

It was perfect for him. No commitment, no guilt and all the pussy he wanted. All the while getting the best damn secretary he had ever employed and an occasional babysitter since her son and his just happened to be best friends.

“You look bothered, Dyson,” his client, Alejandro Bellini said placing the wine glass down.

“Do I?” Dyson asked guiltily.

“Does my offer bother you?”

“No! That offer is perfect. I had not expected you to accept our bid when there were two lower bids, Alejandro.”

“My uncle said the same thing, but I liked what I saw on paper, Dyson. You’re damn good and your references spoke highly of you and I know you can get our operations online without me hovering over you every second.”

“I will,” Dyson said arrogantly.

“So why are you bothered?”

“It’s really all personal.”

“This sounds juicy. Do tell.”

Dyson had no close personal friends to confide in. All of them were happily married men and all their wives were close personal friends of his.

“I’m cheating on my wife,” he confessed.

(More to come next Monday April 9th)

Please post your comments on the story so far.

Sylvia Hubbard Guest Blogger for April

2007-03-28T22:48:00.000-05:00

Folks, powerhouse romantic suspense author, Sylvia Hubbard, will be the guest blogger for the month of April. If you want an idea of her writing style, check out her novel, Mistaken Identity!

Who knows what she will bring to the table next? Get ready!

"Satisfy Me" and I'll Satisfy You... [Contest]

2007-02-13T11:08:00.000-06:00

Satisfy Me, my latest release from Kensington Aphrodesia is on the shelves! This book contains three s-m-o-k-i-n-g novellas from myself and two other hot authors--Fiona Zedde, and Renee Luke.

Give a woman what she wants…give a woman what she needs…and then, give a woman a little something she never expected. In these three, so-hot-they’ll-scorch-your-fingers-turning-the-pages novellas, the men are smokin’, the women are on fire, and the satisfaction? Baby, it’s guaranteed…

Her Wildest Fantasy Sydney Molare

At the ultra-private sex club Video, the password is “Hedonist.” It’s a place where nothing is forbidden, and you can get your freak on for anything the extensive menu offers. For Sonata, the first time at Video is erotic, eye-opening, beyond all her wildest fantasies—and her first time will definitely not be her last…

CONTEST!

Video is a private club which caters to those wanting to watch...as well as participate in... the making of adult films. No urge, whim or fetish is left untended to. What you want and like, honey Video has it and more. BUT before you can partake, you must know the passwords which change regularly.

When Sonata first visits Video, the password is "Hedonist." To enter this contest, please tell me the two other passwords used to gain entry into this erotic world.

Winner chosen Feb 28th and will receive--->

an emerald ring/bracelet combo befitting a Aphrodesia devotee!

Email your answers to: sydneymolare@yahoo.com and place Satisfy Me contest in the header.

Hints: One is the proper term for a sexual act; the second is a person indulging too much and who may need intervention. LOL.

The results are in!!!!!

2006-04-28T15:37:00.000-05:00

A panel of your peers (well okay then, MY version of peers) has read and reviewed each story and has finally decided upon a winner. Read and enjoy!

"Pouter"

Politerotica Contest Winner-- 1ST PLACE

2006-04-28T15:30:00.000-05:00

C'MON CONDI

Timothy Stelly, Sr.

Condi
she of the serious stare
and flipped hair

What I wouldn't do
to thaw U
& warm the dew
so depserate for escape

I can look atcha & see
U haven't been touched right
let me pay U a visit
to the oval orifice
the pink room

Let me strip away that cold exterior
I bet U taste like candy
a caramel apple
or a Tootsie Pop
w/ that hard outer shell
and that sift, sweet center

I'll make U forget about runnin 4 President
I'll make U start runnin
2 my house
EVERYDAY
mornin
noon & night
in search of the serpent that seduces
the darting tongue eager to explore &
yodel in yo canyon

C'mon Condi
Let me be the George in yo Bush
lecher hair down
let's indulge doggystyle
(Hillary joining in is optional)

Politerotica Contest Winner-- 2nd place

2006-04-28T15:29:00.000-05:00

Hillary’s Revenge

Teresa Joseph

"Come on Bitch!" Yelled the First Lady as she pushed Monica’s head down even further onto her massive strap-on dildo, ignoring the bitch’s muffled screams. "If you want to suck my husband’s cock, then you have to suck mine as well!"

Having crept into the oval office for a ‘Private Meeting’ with the President, before the intern had even realized what was happening, Monica had been pushed down onto her knees, handcuffed and forced to take all eight inches of Hillary’s thick black dildo down the back of her well used throat. And as the furious woman thrust her hips as hard as she could, forcing the home-wreaking bitch to choke until the tears were streaming down her face and she was on the verge of losing her lunch, the only thing that she could think was that she should have taken her dress to the dry cleaners before his wife found out.

Despite throat-fucking the bitch until she was on the verge of passing out however, when the first Lady pulled Monica up onto her feet and pushed her down over the President’s desk, she was still far from finished.

"Are you sure that he never had Sexual Relations with you?" She snapped sarcastically as she ripped off the intern’s panties and thrust the dildo hilt-deep inside her cunt. "Are you sure that he never fucked your pussy like this?"

The howling intern pleaded for mercy. She’d sucked Bill’s cock a couple of times and he’d fucked her pussy with a cigar, but she swore that he’d never fucked her with his cock before. And even when Hillary rammed the cock into her asshole, no matter how hard the First Lady might have fucked her, that was her story and she was sticking to it.

"Okay then bitch." Snarled Hillary as she finally withdrew her cock and allowed Monica to collapse exhaustedly to the floor. "Why don’t I go fetch a box of cigars, and we’ll see how many we can fit inside your cunt."

Politerotica Contest Winner-- 3rd place

2006-04-28T15:22:00.000-05:00

Big Daddy

Jill Elliott

They say I look almost like Dolly Parton, except my boobs ain't quite that huge, my hair ain't quite that blonde, my clothes ain't quite that cheap, but almost. My bank account balance ain't got quite as many zeros as Dolly's either but I make good money from those good ol' Texas boys. They sure do believe in the old adage bigger is better.

My most faithful customer told me to call him Big Daddy. He's the spitting image of our president George W. but swears he's not. He has to have war movies playing in the background while he's banging me. Guess the sound of all those explosions, guns and people screaming in agony really gets him hard. The first time I played one, he mused, "I just want you to know that, when we talk about war, we're really talking about peace." It sounded just like he was reading from a speech and he was staring off into space, or it could have been an imaginary teleprompter.

He ordered me to play the Star Spangled Banner every time he walks in the door.

He doesn't like me to open my mouth at all, unless it's to shove his tiny little dick in it. If I do say something he generally says, "Not now Condi," or once in a great while "Not now Laura, can't you see I'm busy being Commander in Chief."

Come to think of it he doesn't say much. Guess he must do a lot of talking in his job, because he always arrives here parched, and asks for a bourbon to wet his whistle.

Sometimes I wonder if he finished high school 'cos he says the dumbest things like "you misunderestimate me if you think I can only last for three thrusts" or "Do you think I'm a miserable failure when I don't take a long time before I jerkulate" and "You know I can do more better than that."

Most often he wants me on all fours, my well-rounded ass way up in the air. I charge him extra if he marks me with his riding crop. A girl's gotta look good for all her customers all the time, that's the motto I was brought up with anyways.

He loves to suck on my big brown nipples. Guess he wasn't breast-fed as a baby, or he's trying to get over some kind of oral fixation. Lots of guys trying to give up drinking seem like they're wanting to get some sort of juice from my tits.

The funniest thing about this trick is when he talks to his Christian God. Right after he takes off his pants, he clasps his hands together and says, "For what I am about to receive, may the Lord make me truly thankful" and right after he's shot his wad he calls out, "Thank you Jesus, thank you Lord."

Come to think of it, he never does come visiting on a Sunday. Maybe it's his day of rest when he muses about his faith-based initiative, or he has to go to church with his wife and their twin daughters.

Time's Up!

2006-04-17T23:25:00.000-05:00

Our first annual Pout Erotica POLITEROTICA Contest is officially closed! We've had some very nice entries and will post the winner May 1 (if not before). Thank you to everyone who submitted. Now let the judging began!

Pout Erotica's POLITEROTICA Contest!

2006-03-07T20:28:00.000-06:00

Politerotica Contest

Welcum, welcum, welcum to the first annual politerotica contest! take any political figure, past or present, and use your vast imagination to give me your take on sex with them from any angle or point of view. Stretch the boundaries here...I dare you.

Rules:

1. Story must be based around a person in politics, present or past.
2. Can be no longer than 1000 words
3. Any form of sex play allowed
4. Make it juicy...
5. No underage participants please!
6. Contest open from now until April 15, 2006.
7. Prize: 1st, 2nd and 3rd place winners: $50, $30, and $20.
8. Send entry in the body of an email to: pouterotica@yahoo.com

Winners announced May 1, 2006.

Good Luck!

www.thepout.blogspot.com

Contest time!

2006-02-08T12:17:00.000-06:00

Well, well, well, I've been too MIA for my own self! It's not a honey that I've been holed up with, its the normal life, life and more life. Some good, some bad but sure as you breathe, you're gonna live it.

Now I can't speak for anyone else, but I've thrown my story into the Carmel Flava anthology ring. I sent two, both kinda shocking. Guess I was feeling kinda bold after my Hustler stint.

We'll see. Wish a sistah luck, heah? Peace out.

Twelve Erotic Days of Kissmas

2005-12-12T22:42:00.000-06:00

On the first day of Kissmas, my true love surprised me with a hot oil massage. His fingers kneaded, rubbed and smoothed my body into total submission. His tongue mirrored his capable hands and I released my mind; freed my body to do with it as he wanted.

On the second day of Kissmas, my true love said to me, “Here’s my Platinum Card, go have a shopping spree!” Definitely music to my ears.

I was passing Victoria’s Secret when the lingerie called my name. The lace was oh so delicate to the touch; the leather beckoned my dark side. The corduroy two piece sprang from the shelf and landed without a parachute on top of the thongs which rained down into my cart like a pot of gold. As I was checking out, a boa somersaulted from the mannequin and curled around my neck. I said to myself: This ain’t a bad beginning.

On the third day of Kissmas, my true love said to me, “Don’t eat this box of chocolate until I tell you I’m on my way home.” Now this left me puzzled, but I held my paws at bay until the appointed phone call, then I ravished the box like it was my manly man.

He serenaded me as he entered, suit coat thrown rapidly to the floor. Soon, the room was a kaleidoscope of his clothes and mine. Naked now, we attacked each other in full-blown lust—biting, scratching, kissing. His silky lips left burn marks on my skin as they trailed from my face, past my chest on to my Eden. My hands clawed at his head when he spread my lips; blew on my juices. As he slurped me dry, I understood the candy thing when he said, “Chocolate never tasted as good as it does right now.”

On the fourth day of Kissmas, my true love surprised me with a striptease. Now my man was a manly man and a manly man was he. This was confirmed once again as I watched his dick bounce around the elephant trunk G-string he was wearing. He wiggled his hips and flexed that ass. When he humped and ground his pelvis into the floor, I could no longer control my coochie. She made me spring from the couch, insert myself beneath him and open wide. Shit!

On the fifth day of Kissmas, I shaved my pussy clean! The better for him to eat off of, so I reasoned. When he arrived home, I replaced the hair with Whip Cream. His tongue bathed me in love as he licked up, down, side-to-side, front-to-back…and…back … further still. I howled from his tongue sodomy; tore holes in the cushion from the mind-numbing pleasure. Then…I reciprocated fully.

On the sixth day of Kissmas, I picked up presents for me. I “gifted” myself with a 12-inch dildo, handcuffs, nipple pinchers, penis ring and a short whip courtesy of The Passion Hole. With the leather from Vicky’s and my stiletto boots, I was thinking Biker Bitch. However, an unannounced visit from my mother-in-law pissed me the hell off and Biker Bitch morphed into S & M Dominatrix. My manly man’s bass became a tenor as I rolled the penis ring over his root. The tenor became a soprano as I viciously connected the pinchers to his nipples. His dick became a staff as I thrashed his ass with my whip…before I sucked him into my mouth. He screamed; I creamed as my capable lips sucked the gizm from his dick.

On the seventh day of Kissmas, I had calmed down. My manly man’s eyes watched me in apprehension and I giggled inside. I proceeded to make Happy Faces (refer to previous recipe) over and over and over again. Everything was copacetic again.

On the eighth day of Kissmas, I was feeling rambunctious as hell! I bathed, sprayed and slid into my corduroy two piece. Then I waited…anxiously. I lassoed my manly man as he walked in the door. I handcuffed him to the bed, cut his clothes from his body before bucking him like a bronco. He slept until morning.

On the ninth day of Kissmas, I bought my true love a plasma television. He oohed and aahed over the gift before I gave him his second present. I inserted the Dynamic Booty V video in the VCR and…proceeded to do everything to him that they were doing in the video.

On the tenth day of Kissmas, my true love brought home the Karma Sutra. I had no idea of how limber I was until we performed the myriad of positions. I flexed, relaxed, bent, and splayed in an effort to resemble the photos. My legs finally gave out after Position 55.

On the eleventh day of Kissmas, we fucked behind the Courthouse Christmas tree. He was pumping furiously as the ten-second countdown began. We climaxed together as the lights blazed on, leaving our fused bodies visible to the hundred or so people in attendance. Think we made the newspaper?

On the twelfth day of Kissmas, my true love suggested a menage-a-trois. I said sure and proceeded to bring Santa home from the mall. My true love stammered upon seeing the man, but Santa dove in headfirst…literally. He licked me like his Christmas bonus check was up in my coochie. My manly man initially resisted but soon I found myself in a dick sandwich. I sucked and licked one dick while the other pistoned into me from behind. The simultaneous triple cumming left me semi-comatose.

Now, don’t y’all just love Kissmas?

Another Award

2005-12-12T09:30:00.001-06:00

Just found out that Small Packages by Sydney Molare' had been awarded 2004 Erotic Fiction of the Year by the Mahogany Book Club of Craryville, NY! Better late than never! This baby is slowly but surely racking them up! Keep on, baby, keep on!

More Erotica Authors

2005-10-13T22:37:00.000-05:00

Count Krew!

The Rules of Sheet Wrangling

2005-10-13T22:33:00.000-05:00

RULES OF SHEET WRANGLING
(Also referred to as a sex fling)

1. I am slow. Expect delays of 6 months to a year before even sniffing the coochie. This time will be spent finding out if you are “worthy” to partake of this premium pussy I possess.

2. We are “friends” period. No where were you? No why haven’t you called? No whining whatsoever. See you when I see you.

3. We will be discreet at all times. Meaning, the only folks that need to know are you and me. This telling the world and walking around holding hands is so obsolete. Besides, secrets make things stay juicy longer.

4. We will communicate at mutually appropriate times. If you call me and I tell you I cannot talk…read between the lines. Do NOT blow up my cell phone and pager.

5. We will not entertain questions or conversations on who else we might be seeing. This is the foundation for drama and I’m not having it.

6. We will not “just drop by” without having arranged so beforehand. Feelings might get hurt and we are not trying to hurt feelings.

7. No pouting and attitude when one cannot see the other at the time asked for. Withholding sex will not force me to kick the other person out of my life. Instead, I will be forced to find a replacement for your slot since you have now become a slacker.

8. We will be respectful of each other’s life outside of this relationship. There is more to life than us and we must make adjustments in our brain cavity for such occurrences.

9. Good sex is just that, good sex. We are NOT in love, nor do I want or need to hear these things. In fact, symptoms of becoming sexually addicted to myself will cause me to see you less not more. Decreases possibility of drama.

10. You must bring your “A” sex game at all times. The basis of this relationship is sex, sex, and more sex. Therefore, get your rest, eat your Wheaties and work out to increase your stamina. I’m already focused and you need to be also.

11. Do not ever think that you “own” this coochie. You are, and most likely will always be, working on a short-term Lease-A-Pussy contract. (Please read the fine print.)

12. Most important rule: Give what you expect to get. If you want me to do…this, then expect to reciprocate withè that. It’s only fair.

More Milestones!

2005-09-10T12:14:00.000-05:00

I received word that my story "Triango" was just bought by--drumroll please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A large publishing house! The pay is significantly more than Hustler too. I'm got more stuff rattling around in my head so wish me more successes in the future.

Peace out!

For erotic bliss, read Small Packages by Sydney Molare'
www.sydneymolare.com

Twisted Trade

2005-09-05T14:11:00.000-05:00

Twisted Trade

You ever been fucked over then fucked…deliciously?
That’s what happened to me. Shit, one minute I’m madder than a wet hen, the next I’m left throbbing, wanting some more. Sounds wild I know, but let me start at the beginning…

A week ago, Sam left me a fuck off note. Couldn’t just knock on the door and tell me in person. Instead, there it was, white ass pristine, sitting under my windshield wipers as I left for work. The note said—and I paraphrase—there was a new person on the scene that’d made cocks jump, pussies snap…and Sam wanted them.

Now a few months ago, I would have brushed it off; said good riddance. Even last week it wouldn’t have been so bad except we were supposed to repeat our ‘till death do us part’ vows in a two weeks; beat the Supreme Court case and all. Guess y’all know that’s shot to hell now.

Yeah, we’d had our problems and walking away was always an option, but we had history. So we patched things up and I thought everything was fine. Thus, my reaction after reading the note: I howled like a banshee, went back inside and kicked a goddamn hole in the wall. I broke chairs, turned over the table and ripped Sam’s left behind clothing to shreds. I was past mad—deranged. I called and called and called with no answer. When the crazed haze lessened its hold on my brain, determination replaced it. I would get my best friend/confidant/lover back…by any means necessary.

I broke the knob on Sam’s apartment door. Amy, Sam’s poodle—AKA fake ass excuse for a real dog—wrapped around my legs as I entered. I booted her aside, stepped over dog crap and held my nose against the poop and urine funk as I studied the blue Day Planner. Nothing. I rifled through drawers, flipped cushions and pulled boxes from the top of the closet. Not one damn thing.

Inspiration struck.

I upturned the stinking garbage on the kitchen floor. Amy immediately latched onto an old chicken bone while I pushed and separated the smoldering mess—bills, uneaten food, plastic wrappers…but no lead. Damn.

It was when Amy snuffled closer and I slapped the offensive pseudo-canine on the nose—which then made her yelp and bar her teeth—that I fell onto the refrigerator and the flyer floated to the floor. It had been circled with a black marker and the red letters screamed:

Styk Cat
July 30
The Yowl
(If you don’t know where,
You don’t need to cum…)

A slow burn simmered in my head as I read and reread the flyer. Styk Cat was the latest techno-trance-pop-rock sensation. I’d describe…it as a cross between Marilyn Manson and Lenny Kratvitz. In short—FUBAR. Sam had mentioned wanting to see the man/woman if he/she came to the area. I’d gone ballistic; berated and ridiculed the breast implanted, dick swinging It unmercifully. There was no doubt where I stood…yet there must have been because the message on the flyer had been circled numerous times, doodled around the edges even, so Sam must plan to be there. I’d never heard of The Yowl, but if my semi-adulterous lover thought I wouldn’t find out, I was definitely underestimated.

I stomped to the door, kicked Amy for good measure before high-tailing it out. Finding The Yowl was the only thing on my mind.

*********

I searched high and low for days, missed work as I traced then retraced my steps looking for any clues. Sam hadn’t been to the office and hadn’t been home as evidenced by Amy’s pitiful yips and mounting piles of dog crap each time I returned. Nobody I encountered on the busy streets had heard of The Yowl. I tried the police. Well, fuck you too. I knew then I had to go to the deeply perverted, semi-depraved masses—The Pink Light District.

I chose The Pussy Palace since it was the biggest joint on the strip. G-stringed women grinded on poles as johns stuffed wads of hard-earned cash between shaved cunt lips. I stood taller, pushed my way to the bar and ordered a drink. As the bartender slid it over, I said, “Ever heard of The Yowl?” His eyes became wary, mug granite—the ex-con reaction. I told him it was personal. He loosened his sphincter; kinda knew… but then again didn’t. He flicked a nervous glance at the other patrons then leaned forward—scrubbing an imaginary spot—and grunted one word: Cockflip. He then straightened and wiped down the bar; avoided my eyes. I got the message.

Now this Cockflip I had heard about. If you were looking for strange trade, Cockflip was the place for you. It was renowned for its signature wild orgies—male, female and blurred. My burn became a sizzle.

I found it one block over. The line snaked around the building and I sneered. Goths, punk heads, midgets and tattooed oddities of every nationality waited in line. A Styk Cat crowd all right. Uh uh.

I walked by the door, heard a multi-pierced drag queen say “The Yowl” before being allowed to enter. So it was a password. I was at the right place.

I’d watched enough movies to know how it was done. I found the alley side door, waited until somebody exited and sneaked inside. I was in a dressing room of some sorts. Girlie-girlie shit hung on racks spotlighted by the 10-bulb mirrors behind them.

Voices. I flung open a nearby door and almost catapulted down steep steps. The voices eventually receded but…the door refused to budge. I’d broken the cardinal rule of sneaking into unfamiliar rooms: Never completely close the damn door. That sucker was locked tight as a celestial virgin. Fuck!

Other sounds floated up to me. Moans. Metal clanks. Smacks! Hums. Curiosity was going to have to kill this cat! I felt Dungeon-and-Dragonish as I started slowly into the belly of this unknown beast. Two flights down I saw light and crept silently closer as the sounds neared. Machinery hummed, the moans amplified then…laughter. My nostrils flared. I knew that laugh!
I reached for the metal bar to lean downward for look when—Bzzzt!

**********

I woke floating, literally. I opened my eyes to complete darkness yet, I felt heat on my face. I swayed as I moved my arms and realized...somebody had tied me up! Ditto with the legs. Shit! I didn’t do the bondage thing well—flashbacks of prison movie scenes flitted in my mind—and I wiggled my body, felt the straps beneath my back suspending me. Naked. I squirmed, rocked and twisted, not once thinking about how high up I might be or more importantly, what was beneath me if I fell.

A feather tickled my navel. I clenched on the hammock/shackle thing. It was stroked and swirled in and out, around then flicked up my chest. This was a favorite of mine and only Sam knew it. Steam built beneath my scalp.

I hadn’t uttered a single word when Sam hissed, “You couldn’t leave well enough alone,

could you?” from a distance.

I grunted, throat dry, then found my voice. “No,” I rasped, “You didn’t mean it.” Hell, I’d been real good to Sam.

“Oh, but I did and do. I—left—you.” Much attitude.

I imagined the neck popping and saw red. “For a bitch you don’t even know?” I scoffed. “Puh-le—” The pimp slap effectively silenced me.

“That’s Ms. Bitch,” a high pitched voice said in my ear. I couldn’t tell whether it was male or female but my sphincter tightened anyway.

“What the fuck do I have to do for you to understand I’m gone, out of your life, finisimo?” Sam was tripping hard, I was trussed up like a turkey, a person packing a damned good pimp slap was at my elbow…the lips stayed zipped. “Why the hell can’t you see that I’ve changed? Couldn’t you tell it from the way we fucked?”

Yeah, we were fucking like monkeys on meth but hell, when else in life do you fuck that much except before the marriage?

“You probably thought I was falling deeper in love,” Sam snorted. “I wasn’t. I was trying to avoid the inevitable; trying to will myself to ignore what I needed most.”

My ego bruised, I spat, “What the fuck was that?”

“We’ll show you,” the high voice said.

The blindfold was yanked off; I squinted in the dazzling light.

“Welcome to the Meow Room where cumming is my specialty!” the voice crowed.

My eyesight cleared; saw this thing requiring no introduction at my elbow—Styk Cat in the flesh. I recoiled; wriggled in my bindings as I stared at this freak of nature. The television didn’t do this thing justice. It was way worse in person. The mascaraed eyes, the over collagenized lips, the bushy afro, the humongous breasts with nipples pointing east and west. The whole set up screamed Freak Show attraction!

Sam was behind this thing. My toes curled, pisstivity evaporated as I drank in the sight of my statuesque bronzed queen—heavy breasts, long nipples, big ass, thick thighs. I looked from those luscious tits into her face, her I-could-kill-you-right-fucking-now scowling face and…the quirt being tapped on her temple. A Lucy Lui-gone-Pamela Sue Anderson woman whimpered spread eagle between two poles beside her.

I followed the arm holding the quirt, twisted my head until I could move no further as it disappeared into the shadows then reappeared with a vengeance as it brought the quirt down across Lucy’s ass.

Whack!

That shit caught me off-guard. I flinched; yelled “Whoa!” but ole Lucy’s reaction shocked the hell out of me: She moaned, eyes glassed over, ass lifted.

Whack!

Well hell, I was usually the Dom and Sam the Fem but if she wanted to trade places, try some new shit, all she had to do was ask. We didn’t have to go through all this.
Sam smiled as she pulled back for another blow. Lucy gyrated obscenely, moaned blissfully as Sam whacked and whacked and whacked away.

I hated to admit it, but that shit had me straight turned on! Then, Styk Cat began tickling me with that damn feather again. Try as I might, I couldn’t stop my own clit from jumping as the feather trailed from my nipples to my belly to my bush. Styk’s breasts jiggled against me, nipples burned a trail down my arm as the feather moved over me.

Sam threw the quirt down, twisted Lucy around—revealing her blistering red ass—and pressed her lips to her cheeks. I moaned as I saw her tongue trace fuck me notes in the skin.

“You like?” Styk Cat asked.

I ignored It; was ashamed of my body’s reaction to It’s feather dance. Styk threw back it’s head and laughed high and long.

Sam finger-fucked Lucy now. Lucy squirmed, yelled “Fuck me, goddammit, fuck me!” as she humped back on the fingers.

Juice pushed at my engorged lips. Styk Cat sniffed, moved lower on my body. Acrylic nails scratched lightly across my clit. I lurched, lifted in response. It smiled; spread my folds as the nails moved lower still. Oh hell.

Sam flipped Lucy back around, hooked arms under legs and melded her tongue to Lucy’s snatch. Lucy moaned, shrieked to the ceiling. Styk Cat pushed the tip of a finger in me. It was my turn to moan. Styk’s fingers probed, pushed, circled inside my pussy. The juice slid between my lips, down the back of my ass. Styk leaned closer, blew on my pubis. I swirled and gyrated on the fingers.

Sam’s head bobbed as she tongue-fucked Lucy. Styk unfurled a long ass pierced mouth dick between his lips and flicked it across my clit. I yowled from the sensation of the smooth ball. Hollered as teeth nipped my nub. Felt my body tremble as fingers fucked, lips sucked my sensitized flesh.

I was there, pushing towards climax when…Styk stopped. Just lifted it’s head and put a brake on the shit.

I was delirious! I squirmed with the need to be fucked, the need for something to take me over the edge into bliss. I heard Lucy scream loud and long, saw Sam bobbing furiously as Lucy bucked on her face. I wanted to be there, goddammit! Styk saw my reaction and laughed.

Sam left Lucy, body staggering, and made her way over to me. That’s it, baby! I tasted Lucy’s pussy as I pulled her tongue into my mouth; was frustrated as she broke the kiss, moved further down my body. She pushed a nipple between my lips. I suctioned it to the back of my throat like a baby searching for milk. Her teeth nipped at my nipples, searched for her own manna. My head twirled and bobbed as I pulsed on the tips; was rewarded with a musky fluid.

Styk Cat dragged her head from me. My protests were halted as I stared at the long, fat red dick he held in his hands. He smiled at me again. “Yes, I’m all man.” No doubt about that. The tits, manmade but that dick…Creator blessed. “Watch this,” he said as he pulled Sam’s head to his tits.

Sam put a nipple in each hand and pulled before she latched onto one. Her cheeks sucked inward; Styk moaned, pressed her head tighter to him as he stroked himself, hand moving rapidly across the tip and up and down the shaft.

My hands itched to stroke that dick, push my tongue in Sam’s pussy. I wiggled in the ties futilely. Styk saw, licked his lips and pushed Sam further down his body. She kissed his navel, pulled at his pubic hair, before gripping his dick and pushing it past her lips. Styk squatted slightly, clenched his ass and pushed forward. His dick’s imprint protruded at the side of her cheek.

Don’t ask me why the sight of my girl sucking a freak show’s dick turned me on, but goddammit, the shit just did!

I mewled in my need, pumped and gyrated into the air, my pussy begging for

something—a mouth, a finger…a dick. I didn’t care, I just needed fulfillment.

Styk read me; pulled Sam from his cock and to my pussy. Sam never hesitated, just slurped my cum rum; expertly gobbled my clit from years of practice.

Now this is what I’m talking about!

I humped back on her face, felt my nipples tighten more as she tongue fucked me, clit sucked me.

Styk stood behind Sam, cock in hand, and spread her legs. He wasted no time surging into my pussy. I couldn’t get mad if I’d wanted to, the way my nerve endings sizzled and crackled. Sam pushed back with relish, increased her tongue fucking tempo in response. She moaned deep in her throat, the vibrations rumbling into my cunt.

Styk slapped that ass! Sam moaned louder; sucked and fucked me faster. I bucked on her face. Styk pulled her long nipples; ground his pelvis into her pussy as I watched. I surprised myself by wanting that long ass dick up in me.

Styk leaned back, pistoned like well-oiled machinery into Sam’s pussy. Sam gyrated, titties flailed in the air, nipples bounced off my leg. Styk yelped, lurched, made a fuck face and surged into Sam. She threw her head back, howled then bit my clit. That set off the pin-pricks in my feet, zipped up my legs and to my pulsing button. I screamed with her as my pussy detonated; geysered her face with my juice. We all howled to the moon. A trinity of bliss…

I woke in my car, clothes half on me, as the sun rose in the sky. My muscles ached, wrists and ankles burned where the straps had been but damn…I’d do it all again tomorrow.

Sam had indeed moved on. I never saw her again…and my pussy leaked whenever Styk Cat’s name was mentioned.

Here's a little something I'm working on.

2005-08-21T11:11:00.000-05:00

Give feedback people!

Guinea Pig

Alright I have a confession to make: I am a sexual guinea pig.

Yes, you heard me correct, a sexual guinea pig. Seriously. I have one of those jobs that would make people swoon if I told them. Secretly, I already know that like most folks, they really want to change places with me. Really! You see, I try out all the inventions of this sex toy company, Szam Electronics. And what inventions they are! I wish you could see them. They have things that make you …oh, forgive me. I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me start from the beginning…

It began so innocently. I was searching for a job, any job, to pay my bills. I’d been kicked out of the house for missing curfew too many times and my friend girl’s parents were getting tired of feeding my dead weight. So I hit the pavement looking for work.

By chance, I saw an advertisement for an “electronics tester.” I had no idea what that meant and knew I didn’t know a transistor from a voltage meter, but I had to have a job. I jotted the number down and found a pay phone. I was ecstatic they didn’t ask for my experience but they did ask me to come right over for an interview.

To say I was anxious is an understatement. I was wearing my Sunday best like they suggested in VoTech class, replete with pantyhose and high heels. If I had known how far I would have to walk, I would have chucked those heels and worn my tennis shoes. I gritted my teeth and bore the pain as I tip-toed down the sidewalk looking for the correct address.

The building I stopped in front of was an old factory that needed a new coat of paint. My first thought was how in the heck can they afford to pay somebody if the building looks like this? The growling of my stomach forced me to ignore my brain’s intrusion and push the ancient door bell. I heard the Bong! Bong! Bong! of chimes inside from the street. Just as I figured I either had the wrong address or it was a hoax, the door opened and Albert Einstein stared back at me. Just kidding. The guy did look like the spitting image of old Albert but as you and I know, he’s been kicking up daisies for a minute or two.

“Yes,” the Einstein imitator asked.

“Ah…I’m here about the job?” I questioned tentatively.

He looked me over from head to toe before he spoke again. “So are you here about the job? Or, are you here for the job?” His eyes twinkled behind his rimless lenses.

I was confused. “That’s the same thing, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know. Is it?” he taunted.

I started to turn and walk away but then my stomach rumbled again. I pressed down the bitter words waiting to spew onto this wise cracking old man and humbled myself. “Yes, I’m here for the job.” I injected sudden found confidence into my voice.

“Ahhhh. That’s better. Follow me.” He turned on his heels and began walking down a hallway.

I stepped inside and the odor of burning rubbing and other electrical smells assaulted my nostrils. I looked around cautiously just in case something was about to catch fire. The last thing I needed was to end up dead trying to get a job.

Shivering, I pushed down my misgivings and followed him down the hallway. I had to trot a bit to catch up since he didn’t wait on me. The hallway turned down a dimmer hallway before turning right down another dim hallway until we turned left and entered a wide open space. The room was bright and electronic equipment in various stages of disarray covered every surface, even the floor. The electric smell was especially loud here.

“Wow.” That one word summed it all up.

The man chuckled. “I usually get that whenever someone new enters.”

My mind was now churning with possibilities. There were small shapes and large shapes but nothing quite recognizable. Maybe I’ll be trying out a new type of iPod. I’d never had one, but everything I’d read said they were the bomb diggity and I couldn’t wait to see if it was true. If not an iPod, perhaps a James Bond spy type of thingy. Who knew?

“I’m Olbert Eartzog. You can call me Ollie, though.”

With a name like that, you’d have to call me something else too!

“What a name. I don’t think I’ve ever met an Olbert.” I’ll bet he hasn’t either. “Is it Swedish or Scandinavian or something?”

“Nope. American Gibberish,” he said and cackled like a rooster.

I was warming up to this guy. If you can make fun of yourself, you are probably okay. “So, Ollie, about the job—”

“Yes, the job,” Ollie began, scratching at his chin.

I saw that one side was clean shaven and the other had some serious whiskers still hanging in there. Good Lord, this man is the Mad Scientist and Nutty Professor combined! I stifled my laugh and focused on his eyes.

“The job is a…unique one.”

“Okay. I like things that are different,” I perked up and said.

“This job is quite unique,” he reiterated.

“That’s fine. I’m down with whatever,” I assured him.

“You said it, not me.” He pointed his finger at me.

I felt apprehensive after that statement. Just what did ‘you said it, not me’ mean? Was he about to go psycho or something? I took a step backwards, reassessing my previous assessment, and inhaled deeply before speaking. “What do I have to do?”

“Well, our company designs products for adult usage.” He stared into my eyes, gauging my reaction. “These electronic devices are the latest cutting edge technology in…pleasure.”

I was confused again. “You mean hi-tech gizmos like a souped up Playstation or iPod?”

“Not…exactly.” Ollie hesitated.

“What then.” I needed some clarification.

“Are you over eighteen?” The smile was now gone from his face.

His changing direction caught me off guard. “Yeah. I’m twenty.”

“In college?”

The tone of his question forced me to answer honestly. “No. I dropped out last year.”

“Do you live with your parents?”

Whoa. Is this some type of kidnapping setup? “Sometimes,” I answered cautiously.

“Do you live with your parents?” Ollie repeated more forceful.

Okay, lying is a waste of time. He saw right through me. “No. I live with a friend girl.”

A smile suddenly split his lips. “That good. No need to have irate parents in the fray.”

A chill ran down my spine. “If you say so.” Suddenly, I couldn’t take the suspense, his swing moods or the smell any longer. I wanted a job but I didn’t think I wanted whatever he was offering. “Look Ollie, I don’t think this job is for me. I appreciate you taking time from your busy schedule, but I think I’ll be going.”

“No need to run off like a little girl. I won’t harm you.” Ollie began laughing and slapping at his legs.

I didn’t see the humor in the situation and refused to call his bluff. “Could you take me back to the front door?”

“If you are willing to walk out on $700 a week, paid in cash, sure.” Ollie brushed past me and began walking towards the outer door.

Did he say $700 per week? I didn’t know the last time I had made $200 a week much less $700. My stomach began kickboxing against my ribs reminding me again of my predicament. Seven hundred dollars would go a long way into getting me an apartment. I made up my mind in a snap. As long as it wasn’t prostitution…well, streetwalking prostitution anyway, I was doing it. “Hold up!”

Ollie turned back with a smile. “Yes?”

I licked my lips and cleared my throat before I spoke. “This is a legitimate job, right?”

“Oh, very.”

“I’m not going to be a…prostitute or anything like that, am I?”

Ollie began laughing. “I’ve been called many things but pimp isn’t one of them.”

“Then, I’ll take the job.”

Ollie’s laugh cut off like a faucet. “Follow me. I need to see how you test.” He flipped his hand at me to follow.

Lord, please don’t let me have made a horrible mistake! Yet, I followed him like he was the Pied Piper.

Lady Jaided Magazine

2005-08-19T15:03:00.000-05:00

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2005-08-13T11:41:00.000-05:00

Jolie duPrie- http://www.joliedupre.com
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Pout Erotica-11

2005-08-13T10:30:00.000-05:00

Kit-E-Cat

I was in the pet store doing my usual napping, back to the counter, when the bell over the door tingled. Shit! Another customer. I shrugged myself from my chair and placed a fake smile on my face. I couldn’t afford to get written up again. My parents were just about to kick me out as it was.

The perfume hit me before I turned my head. My eyes watered; hairs catapulted from my nose. Whatever it was, it was potent. I wiped errant tears from my eyes before my heart nearly stopped as my vision cleared. Standing just inside of the door was a… bear? As I wiped more moisture from my eyes, I could now see that it was a person covered from head to toe in fur. Yes, fur hood, fur coat, fur boots. The only thing human was the ebony face and piercing eyes that were staring at me.

Now I had to give it to chick, she wasn’t ghetto fur coordinated—you know leopard mixed with ocelot mixed with tiger, etc. She was furred in the same fur—mink? Or was it sable?—from head to feet…and sistergirl was wearing it like she’d been owning it for a minute.

I straightened to my tallest height—five feet nine—then leaned seductively on the counter as I was wont to do whenever a sexy female was in my presence. “May I help you?” I asked in my deepest, sexiest, masculine voice.

She licked her lips slowly. I saw a flash of white then pink as the tongue navigated her lip real estate in millimeter increments…while my flash hard-on took only milliseconds to peak. I’m telling you, one entire trip must have taken at least a minute, or maybe that what it felt like to my now throbbing dick.

Oh I’ve had experience with women. I may be young, but I’ve tossed a mature honey or two in my day in between the teenyboppers. I can’t say that any have been in this chicks league.
I was ruminating on my approach when the lips parted like the Red Sea and exposed double rows of diamond whites. “I need something for my cat,” she purred then took steps closer to me.

I tell you, no poet had more symmetry, more rhyme than the rhythm of her walk. I wanted to become a hair in her coat, flow with her flow as I watched those hips sway beneath that fur.
As she got closer, her eyes captivated me. I realized that they were gold and the pupils ran up and down versus being a circle….just like a cat. Must be contacts. She leaned closer and I could see lighter gold flecks in the irises and her eyes were completely rimmed in black. What the hell is this? For a second, I had a quick vision of aliens invading the store, then dismissed it. This was just a woman wearing fur with strange contacts. My body shivered in spite of the strong words of encouragement I’d just fed my brain.

“Something for you c…cat?” I tried to sound confident but my voice squeaked and cracked.
The cats in the back of the store suddenly began mewling loudly. She cocked her head then those hypnotic eyes left mine and looked towards the cages. The coat partially opened as she shifted…there wasn’t a single natural or manmade fiber on her body! I just got an eyeful of muscular, naked ebony thighs topped by a heart-shaped blond bush and a dark nipple staring back at me.

The hard-on I thought had peaked grew firmer. The blood pulsed against my zipper and I wiggled discreetly. I slid my hand down to rearrange the traitorous organ, hoping I didn’t call attention to my condition. All the while my mind was screaming You’ve got to get some relief! If I could get one wish granted at that moment, it was that she would stroll to the cages and I could creep into the bathroom for a quick jack off. Let her walk off please! I don’t want blueballs!

Instead she turned back to me, no attempt to right the coat, and her eyes traveled down to the hand covering the front of my crotch. She smiled, knowingly. “I want to pick up the kitties. Is that allowed?” Her hands brushed her hood from her head and I saw that blond curls—same shade as her bush—covered her head.

It wasn’t allowed without supervision, but at that moment, she could have asked me for all the money in the till and I would have given it to her. The head of my dick was about to split open! “Sure! Go ahead and take it into one of the Get Acquainted rooms.” I said through clenched teeth while fanning towards the row of doors across from us. “I’ll just be in the back for a minute, all right?”

She winked and turned away without answering.

I trot-walked wide-legged to the bathroom, unbuckling my belt as I went. I didn’t even close the door as my hands grabbed my shaft and I began stroking earnestly. Squeezing just like I liked it, applying pressure to the head when I needed it. Normally, I needed a vision of Eva, America’s Top Model, to help me along, but today I blanked everything out in my need for relief.
That’s it, baby. Come on! I breathed air in between clenched teeth. A few more strokes! Just a few—A bloodcurdling howl stopped my hand mid-stroke.

What the hell? I tried to block it all out, get my last strokes but the noise was long and continuous. As in somebody-is-getting-murdered-in-the-store long and continuous. I felt my hard-on dying in my hands. Wait a minute! Wait a minute! I began stroking, trying to revive the limp organ but the goosebumps rising on my skin and my splitting ears forced me to pronounce it dead.

I righted myself then peeked around the door…just in case somebody was getting murdered. Y’all have seen the movies! I couldn’t see anyone just heard the godawful howling as it continued in one high-pitched monosyllable. I grabbed a broom and walked forward…slowly. The brave ones always die quick!

No one else was in the building that I could see, then I realized that all the cat cages were open and the sound was coming from the Get Acquainted room. I couldn’t peer directly into the room, but I did get a glimpse of a cat jumping past the glass front intermittently. I gave a big sigh of relief. It was only the cats.

On more sure footing, I walked to the room to find out why the woman had all the cats in the room with her. As my hands felt the knob, I stopped. The woman was sitting crossed legged on the table howling with them. In fact, she seemed to be the loudest of the bunch.

I pushed the door open and the howling ceased. A cat tried to escape but I stopped it with my foot. I slid inside, standing close since the room was a tight fit meant for only one person and an animal, and said, “Ah…we don’t normally let you bring more than one cat in here at a time. Why don’t I help you get some of them back in the cage?”

Instead of answering me, she stretched high to heaven before lowering those arms, allowing the coat to slide down them. Those nipples were back, front and center! I watched in amazement as Tippy, a Persian, brushed closer then began licking the tips. The woman didn’t push the cat away. Instead she twisted slightly so that Tippy could lick the entire aureola. Bernard, a Manx, jumped onto the table and in seconds he mimicked Tippy on the opposite breast. Her hands slid beneath the jutting flesh and held it outwards to their mouths. Their purring was loud and synchronous.

Now, this was some tripped out shit! I wanted to say something, do something, instead I found myself hypnotized with lust as the onyx twins seemed to ripen and elongate as the cats licked. My dick elongated with them.

Her eyes opened sleepily. “I love a cat’s tongue. It’s so…rough.” Her legs opened wide. A slash of pink crowned by the blond hair winked at me, all of it glistening. Fingers walked downward and began mashing her clit then rubbing it in circles. I was pulsing with need as I watched her juices “suds up” from her ministrations. After a few seconds, she removed the hand and leaned it over the edge of the table. Francisco, a Burmese, sniffed then began licking the fingers eagerly.

I knew I should have gotten the hell away from this woman, but something about her strangeness and the fact that she was naked and doing some shit I’d never heard about held me there.

Francisco jumped onto the table and went straight for the motherlode. His furry head pumped up and down as he licked her snatch. I shifted for a better view. I could see a string of juice hanging from Franciso’s chin as his tongue lapped rapidly. Damn! Suddenly, the woman’s body tensed—abdomen curled, back bowed—and her purrs became mewling as Francisco, Tippy and Bernard licked away.

I was more turned on than I’d ever been in my life! I unzipped my jeans and my dick sprang out like it was waiting for a handshake…and shook it I did. I watched and stroked and squeezed and pulled and watched some more while the woman purred, the cats purred and her musk overpowered her perfume.

Her eyes opened suddenly. “Come here,” she commanded. She briefly pushed the cats away as she laid on the table. As she lay still, they resumed their licking. I moved forward, hating to admit that I might want some of that cat licking for myself, but move forward I did. A slender finger ran down my chest. “Do you have any…milk?” she purred and I stared into those weird contacts again.

“N…no,” I stammered, heart thudding in my chest.

She looked down at my dick. “Guess we’ll have to make…do,” she breathed back. She now cupped my dick, holdng me there. “Uhm, luscious,” she oozed as she leaned closer, fingers circling then stroking the head. I could feel her breath whispering along the shaft as she tilted closer still.

Oh shit! She’s gonna give me head!

The anticipated wetness surrounded my head and my knees nearly buckled. She kissed up the shaft and back down before placing it deep in her mouth.

Hotdamn!

Her tongue was rough as sandpaper. Not uncomfortable rough but pleasure-pain rough. The wet roughness pulled me deeper and deeper into mindless abandon. My hips began pumping on their own; my balls tightened.

A finger ran along the bottom of my sac and into my crack. My pumping increased. I had a fleeting thought of maybe I was hurting her, but she suddenly pushed her head forward, encasing ¾ of my seven inches into her mouth.

Aw shit!

I felt the cat’s paws on my pants and ignored it. I wasn’t about to stop this love groove to swat at a nosy cat! Then the fingers…changed. They weren’t smooth but scratching and rhythmic too. This only heightened my pleasure.

I grabbed her hair and pumped like I was in her pussy. I pistoned my hips and reveled in her saliva coated rough tongue as her rough fingers rubbed my balls. She moaned and grabbed a thigh…yet the fingers kept scratching my balls.

The cats licking her must have felt the change too because they began mewling loudly. Her body tensed and legs splayed wider. Her hand left my thigh and the fingers encircled the root of my dick and squeezed.

“Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shitttttttttt!” I screamed as the hot liquid spewed from me and

into the rough hotness of her. Her body contorted and my cum dripped from the sides of her mouth as she opened wide and screamed.

As I calmed down, I looked down to see a cat with its head deep in my crotch. Suddenly sickened, I thumped its head and it released my pants and hissed at me. Guess I know what that ball roughness was about.

The cats on the table jumped to the floor and over to the hissing cat. The woman began pulling on her fur coat. I stayed quiet, not sure of what to say or do now. She stood and smiled at me.

“Enjoy yourself?” she purred again.

I smiled back. “Immensely.”

“Your milk was good, too.” She licked her lips before smacking them. I stayed quiet. I was hoping there was a Round 2 or something in the deal. She looked at the cats. “Let’s get them back in their cages.”

Guess not. “Yeah.”

She smooched her lips repeatedly and when she opened the door, the cats followed her out. I watched in amazement as they all jumped back into their respective cages.

Is this chick weird or what?

She turned to me. “Just a little trick I learned.”

“O…kay.” I wasn’t convinced she wasn’t an alien but aliens don’t give blowjobs do they?

She flashed her smile. “I guess I’ll be going” She began walking towards the front door then turned back and handed me a card. “ I’m called Kit by the way. Call me sometimes.” With that, she walked out into the sunshine and I was left with a memory of divine sex and a card which read, 1-800-Kit-E-Cat.

News Flash!

2005-06-25T16:45:00.000-05:00

Had to share some good news! My story "Competitors" was just bought by......drumroll please!......HUSTLER magazine! I'm doing the booty dance and shouting for joy. Nope, it won't make me rich but will look great on my resume. And since I planning to release a line of erotic novels, this will give me more validity.

All I can say is: MOVE! Get outta my way!

Peace out.

Pout Erotic-10

2005-04-28T20:50:00.000-05:00

B Train

The whistle sounds through your lips
Last stop, they taunt
Last opportunity
For what? my brain screams
But, my heart palpitates in anticipation
Labia grinds against labia
Already knowing what the what was…
Time for a ride on the B Train
No ticket needed
Just a willing body and a lust- filled spirit
A ticket to hell
Wrapped in heaven
No pressure
No recriminations
No…inhibitions allowed
Damn!
Shaky legs step on the platform of your body
Knowing better
Unable to help myself
Conscience silenced by the sperm call in the air
Pussy juice factory working overtime
Eggs ripened to bursting
Only to die in a birth-controlled uterus
Thank goodness
Eyes locked on smoldering eyes
Last chance, they whisper
I know, I respond silently
Take the hand offered
Gasoline panties ignite
Consuming me
For the ride on the B train
No ticket needed
Just a willing body and a lust- filled spirit
Free-will at its best…or worse.

Pout Erotica-9

2005-04-18T18:48:00.000-05:00

CALL MY NAME

I’d like to believe I’m in control of me but…
Then SHE starts talking of her own accord
Whispering naughty things SHE’d like to do…
Or have done to her
Irrespective of what I want
Calling your name…
Like SHE is not part of me
Telling how she wants to be fucked, sucked…deep
Raising your dick from the dead with her wicked pleas
Which you rise to the occasion and fulfill…too well
Forcing the rest of me to follow her lead
Pussy wet, clit throbbing, mouth hot
Needing you in me, NOW!
Powerless under her sexual needs
Leaving me limp and ragged
And HER…satisfied
Again
I’d like to believe I’m in control of me but…
Then SHE calls your name…
And you answer…

Pout Erotica-8

2005-04-09T16:39:00.000-05:00

SOUL TIES

The anticipation burns at my core; need almost making me careless in my actions. I glance inconspicuously out the kitchen window. Damn, nothing. I try to ease my shaking nerves as I dry the dishes, but I can’t. Hurry up, dammit!

Finally, a body appears at the upstairs window. I feel the desire flowing to my lower body, my toes curling in anticipation. I barely glance over my shoulder as I yell out, “Honey, I’m going out back for a while.” The return reply is never heard as I slip out onto the patio in my bathrobe, a cigarette in hand as cover.

There he is. I sigh as the waves of forbidden longing stretch across the hedge and flow upward to imprint themselves on his panes. Nervously, I arrange the patio chair in perfect viewing position and sit.

His smile makes me smile back. Beautiful teeth, tanned skin…oh, how I want this one! I think about him, dream about him…can feel him from the last time we were together. Why can’t things be different?

He removes his shirt and the broad sculpted torso makes my heartbeat triple. I cross my legs loosely, allowing my sex to be visible to him. Only him. He smiles his appreciation and tweaks a nipple in response.

Uhmmm. Those nipples. Flat, ringed in hair…musky when sucked too long. I close my eyes and savor the mental flavor imbued in my taste buds. I feel the urge to pinch my own, but restrain myself.

The pants are next. Belt unbuckled, pants skimming from a tight waist over muscular hips and thighs. The bulge is large and straining; yearning for me. I gap my legs wider, allowing him to have no doubt as to his effect.

Thick hands roughly push the underwear down and his dick bounces out and stands at attention. The hairs stand up on my body. So close…so far.

He rubs himself slowly, his body swaying to music not audible to my ears. I wish I could be in his arms, grooving with his groove, flowing with his flow. I touch myself lightly, jerking from the self-induced jolt.

He grabs his root and squeezes. From my viewpoint, he seems to swell before my eyes. I can do nothing but lean my head back, close my eyes and wait for the rush of desire to lessen. When I venture to open them again, he is stroking in earnest, fingers rapidly pulling, rubbing…stroking the tip. I moan in spite of myself.

I can’t take it anymore. My fingers flip the robe open, head towards my sex then… “Honey? Want some company?” my wife asks softly from my left. I never hesitate as I pull her into my arms, fuse her lips to mine, ravish her in my need.

Her fingers find my stiff pole. “Damn, you’re already hard. I love it when you get so hard for me, baby,” she coos, as she slides down my body. I should stop her…but I don’t. Her wet mouth encases my dick and moans flow from my mouth as I stare at him while he stares at me.

I pull my wife onto my lap, latch hungry lips onto a protruding nipple, never breaking eye contact with him. We stroke in concert—eyes, hands, dicks—never missing a beat across the hedges.

As he throws back his head and I watch the white expectorant propel from his lovestick, my eyes roll in my head and I cry out as my pleasure peaks. My wife’s cries mingle with mine.

An unholy trinity of fulfillment…

The window is empty when I open my eyes again. My wife’s body is bathed in sweat; her breathing rapid on my neck. I stroke her back slowly, waiting for her to come off her “love high.”

Finally, she lifts her head. “God, I love when you make love to me like that. You take me there and back.” She smiles and I see the years of love shining in her eyes. “I love you baby. Forever…” she whispers.

I never hesitate. “I love you, too.”

Pout Erotica-7

2005-03-15T00:10:00.000-06:00

Gold

Nether lips moisten as she enters the car.
Panties drip pulling into the driveway.
Anticipation. Longing. Need.
Fulfillment behind your door.
Eyes meet; lock.
Words unnecessary.
No air moves, just bodies.
Tongues digging trenches down throats.
Buttons popping into the air.
Clothes left where they fall.
Skin on skin.
Fused.
Flushed with desire.
Love-walking down the hallway.
No crevice missed by frantic lips and hands.
Turning the tables…
A shove into the bathroom.
Knowing what he needs.
Giving it freely.
Hips forced against the vanity.
Wet lips encase his love muscle.
Hands entangle in my hair.
Drawing deep.
His glans expands in the back of my throat.
Slurping intensely.
Pushing him to the brink.
On the edge.
Knowing I’m taking him there.
Leg muscles tense.
He’s nearing Utopia.
NOW!
An anguished cry.
Lips release his member from the wet prison.
Hot, yellow liquid spews from his tip.
Spraying my face, neck, breasts.
Splashing over me.
Dribbling down my back.
Scalding my love lips
Which clench in their own release.
Spilling their own juices
To mingle with his.
Contented sighs in the afterglow.
No regrets.
A Golden Moment.

Pout Erotica- 6

2005-03-06T20:33:00.000-06:00

TIMELESS

This one was young…way too young for an old woman like me.

But that’s neither here nor there because there he was, gold skin shining in the full moonlight, muscles rippling from neck to ankles, sweat just beginning to break through as he ran his hands over his stiff rod.

The bouquet of roses he’d gallantly brought lent a heavenly scent to the room. The champagne we’d toasted each other with lay chilling in the tureen. The sheets upon which I reclined were scattered with petals. I couldn’t help but smile at him; this situation I never expected any of…this. Nevertheless, I uttered an unheard thanks to God for giving me health and strength through all these many years and especially, a body that had held up to the test of time. And what I didn’t get naturally, the surgeons took care of. Sixty-five and looking forty. They can say what they want, but as I see him watching my full breasts rise up from my slim waist, I can swear it was worth every dollar.

"Ella," Pinolo whispered as he tore open the condom wrapper, "slip this on for me, baby."

Pinolo. Thirty if he was a day. When he first began sniffing up behind me, I ignored him. Just a baby, I told myself. ‘Get on, you still got milk rings around your neck,’ I’d told him. Over time though, his protests that the rings I thought I was seeing were really ‘love johns’ neck chains became a joke that slowly and insidiously morphed into a challenge…and here we are, steaming up the room looking for a sunset ending.

I lazily lifted upward and exchanged places with him. His hands grazed my breasts and lingered. His fingers pulled at the erect nipples, stoked the fire in my belly. His head leaned up from the pillow and caught a dark circle in his mouth. Though I hadn’t produced milk in decades, his suckling caused a pseudo-milk letdown and my breasts swelled from the attention of his magnificent mouth. I sighed in contentment as I watched the cheeks suck in and out. In and out.

After long minutes of exquisiteness, he released my nipples. Hands massaged my stomach as I shifted between his legs. He slid one hand under his head, the other stroked my long, color-rinsed mane as I unrolled the condom down his blessedly long shaft.

"I love watching you do that." Pinolo smiled, showing his chipped eyetooth. "Come here." The hand in my hair joined its twin on my waist and lifted me high. Succulent lips parted before his tongue entangled with mine. My eyes closed against the luxurious sensation. Time ceased as this moment loomed larger than the day just commenced.

My mind committed every detail of his body, his being, to memory. From the curling hair, his whisker shadow, the bobbing Adam’s apple to the taunt muscles of his neck, chest and his I-want-you-to-hold-me-forever thighs, I remembered. His hands did the same with my body—a slow caress from hair to lips to nipples to belly to bush to thighs. I felt his fingertips pausing, clogging the neural pathway with information as they imprinted me onto his brain. One thing for sure, if I never again ride this road, I will at least have the memory.

Pinolo’s hands cupped a hip, squeezed and released. Ahhhh. A man with a slow hand. That song was so true. A man with a slow hand might be ugly as homemade sin, but his ways will take him a long piece down the road. Pinolo wasn’t ugly but he was definitely a slow hand man. The hand inched its way past my butt cheeks and around my thigh before slipping inside my KY Jelly assisted nether lips. The "jellied" fingers stroked and swirled deeper and deeper in my juices.

I claimed his lower lip before nipping decisively on the upper. He reciprocated with sharp teeth on soft skin and in milliseconds our kiss evolved into aggressive lip play. Aggressor. Submitter. Leader. Follower. Dominant. Subservient. Our lip play propelled us closer and closer to dangerous territory…before a well-timed tongue quelled our fervor and the lip play returned to the state of a kiss.

The slickened fingers retreated slowly to the outside world, tiptoed threw my bush before finding my nub. My belly clenched at the first touch and I gasped, back arched in ecstasy from the sensation. The fingers pinched, stroked, mashed, rubbed and pulled at the sensitized flesh. My pelvis moved in an erotic octagon irrespective of my brain. I covered his hand and as my juices trickled down to my fingers, found myself first guiding, then aiding his motions. My eyes rolled in my head. We were definitely drunk on the moment.

His other hand pushed me downward and down I slid onto his love. Our bodies moved in concert to an ancient, innate rhythm, the squishing and popping sounds fueling our movements. He stretched me languidly, my legs becoming liquid in the process. I saw the impression of his rod beneath my navel yet, I never stopped a stroke, never held back from impaling my loins on his staff. Instead I leaned backwards, allowed myself to suction him deeper and deeper into my cavern of love.
As his fingers groped, frissons of electricity zinged down my spine and around to my still distended aureolas.

I couldn’t help myself…I clenched deep within.

Hard…then harder.

His face scrunched into a Frankensteinesque mask accompanied by Wolfman growls.

My mouth opened in an "O" of ecstasy.

His hips trampolined me into the air.

Synapses cross-fired throughout my body.

And blissfully, that "O" became a howl to the moon as his geyser of love erupted…and burned my tissues…over…and over…and over...

In the ashy aftermath, I stroked overheated skin while marveling, once again, at intricacies of life and the rejuvenation of love…no matter what age it finds you.

If I never have another one, this Valentine’s Day has been one to remember.

Pout Erotica- 5

2005-02-17T01:26:00.000-06:00

SAUNA

"Shit!" I moaned as I stubbed my toe on the door jam. "Great! Just f-ing great!"

As I examined the injured toe, I huffed loudly. I’d had one of those days where everybody wanted something from me, I was hungry since I had put myself—once again—on a 1200 calorie diet and I was exhausted…along with the hundreds of other women like me. Being the only female executive can be trying. Add men that don’t want to work under the only female and you’ve got a recipe for murder!

Please don’t let anybody be in the steamroom! I thought viciously as I rounded the corner in the dressing room. I needed to relax and since they’d installed this steam room, I’d found the perfect way. The few male colleagues that did use it would turn away when they saw me stretched out on the bench. That was fine with me. I didn’t feel like dealing with man chatter and slick looks anyway.

My girlfriend told me I was crazy to be up in a sauna nearly naked and anybody could walk in. So what? I didn’t get this black belt in Judo for nothing! I’ll put something on their mind—and ass—if they get out of line.

I shimmied out of my clothes and grabbed a robe from the hook. Wrapping a towel around my head, I pushed the door to the sauna open. The steam flowed around me as I stepped inside. Stopping a moment for my eyes to adjust, I looked around. Good. Alone.

I set the timer for 1 hour then ladled water over the hot rocks before I removed my robe and laid down on a bench close to the steam hole. I pulled a towel across my hips, crossed my arms and laid my head on them. Ahhhhhhh.

Just as I felt sleep pulling me into its depths, the door opened.

Shit! Who the hell can this be?

I dragged my eyes open to peer at the ’Bama upsetting my peace.

Gotdamn!

I should have kept my eyes closed because I was staring at the last man I’d ever hoped to see—Ray Thomas. My ex-lover. I should say, married ex-lover. I didn’t know it when we got started but after his wife showed up at the house with their children at 2 am, I found out real quick.

The bad part? I loved his ass. I never once suspected he had a wife and kids since he was always available. He wined me and dined me. Bought me shit. Took me places…shit, if he had told me to kiss his ass, I would have asked which cheek. To say my nose was wide enough to drive a tractor-trailer through it is a definite understatement. A fleet of trucks could have fit up in there along with a six-lane highway beside them.

I didn’t say a word as Ray walked into the sauna, towel around his indented waist and outlining his gorgeous ass. He stopped short when he saw me before placing a wide smile on his face and walking over to my bench.

"Amelia, how have you been?" Ray asked, his voice deep and powerful.

"Fine. You?"

He shifted his head and looked away, hands patting across his chest as if in search of something. "How long has it been?"

Not long enough sucker! "Two year, five months, 3 days."

"Whoa, girl! You kept up with that?" He fidgeted with the towel.

I shrugged my shoulders. "You know how it is with traumatic situations. You just can’t forget them."

His dark face looked away, guilty.

I’d had enough of this bad ass day and an ex that I wasn’t ready to deal with. Ignoring modesty, I raised off the bench, grabbed my robe and slid into it. Without another glance at Ray, I walked to the door.

"I’m not running you off, am I?" He had the nerve to ask.

I didn’t answer as I pushed down on the handle, intending to leave him and all that once was evaporating in the steam. But the door didn’t open. I pushed down again. Nothing.

"Problem?" Ray said just behind me.

"The door is stuck," I answered while still pushing at the door.

"Let me give it a try."

I stepped aside as he pushed down repeatedly with the same results. Nothing.

"Shit!" he yelled, pounding to no avail. Frustrated hands ran across his head and scratched at his goatee.

Great! Dammit, great! We were now stuck in the steamroom. He leaned against the door and stared at me. The sweat made his ebony skin glisten. No words were spoken but plenty passed between our eyes. I had a flashback of us in the shower, me soaping him, him soaping me, water glinting…sccrrreeeecccchhh! What the hell am I doing going down Memory Lane?

I was pissed at myself while I watched his hips rise and fall as he seated himself, one leg hiked up on the bench, the towel barely covering that big ass, black dick I remembered. Somehow, a smile thrust itself onto my lips as I thought about how it mushroomed into a hard, long shaft as I played with it.

To my amazement, as I stared, the towel began tenting, slowly, like one of those charmed snakes. I felt moisture collecting between my legs. I refused to meet Ray’s eyes as I willed his dick to grow; refused to shift my legs close as the pussy juice pushed at the outer lips. Ray didn’t try to cover himself; didn’t try to act like he wasn’t getting an erection. My nipples were on high alert. I felt the tips pushing at the front of the robe but I remained rigid by the door.

Ray’s dick pushed up, up, up…until the tip was winking at me. It appeared larger than I had remembered.

An unbidden moan escaped my lips. My palms itched with the need to wrap them around his shaft; to roam up and down that body real estate I’d once called my own. Ray must have sensed this. He casually pulled the towel open and laid on his back.

Now I won’t lie. It’s been a minute since I’d had some good loving like we’d had. I don’t know what happened…something about Ray being here, his dick standing there and the steam in the room made me dizzy. I stumbled onto the nearest bench and collapsed. I closed my eyes as the room spun and pushed down the nausea from my near empty stomach.

Then…

Strong fingers began kneading my back. They moved up and down my spine, not missing an inch. I moaned again when he hit a particularly sore area.

"Why don’t you get out of that robe so I can hit that spot right?" Ray whispered in my ear, peppermint on his breath.

I held my arm out and he removed the robe in seconds. My nipples were now so distended, they protruded through the slats in the bench. My pussy juice dripped steadily to the floor.

Ray began again, the heat from his fingers a natural Ben Gay. His hands repeated their previous actions before moving lower. My hips lifted as he kneaded upwards—putting my pussy in the line of action. The next few kneads went lower and lower until my pussy connected with his palm.

It was like an electric jolt had shot through me as his fingers replaced his palm. Pushing. Stroking. Mashing at my clit. My movements were discombobulated and erratic.

The lips were next.

The hot tongue stabbed, probed and slurped like I was caviar. It moved swiftly from my vagina to my anus and back again.
My head pounded, muscles spasmed, heart thumped against the bench. Damn, I felt good!

Ray must have sensed I was close to cumming. He shifted me until he was positioned with my legs across his shoulders, his lips glued to my "V". My pussy promised him Sweet Nothings. His tongue answered with truth and action. I bumped and grinded on his face, ready to shoot all my juices over him.

When he bit on my clit…the liquid gushed from between my nether lips. I screamed as his tongue lapped and lapped and lapped some more…

I smiled in the afterglow, feeling more relaxed than I had been in months. Ray smiled back at me, fingers patting across his chest once more. I guess he was still trying to quit the cigarettes.

I heard the timer ding. Thinking that I should try the door once more, I lifted and righted my robe around me. This time when I pushed, the door opened.

"Guess when you set the timer, it locks you in," Ray said.

"Looks that way. Hey Ray…it’s been good seeing you," I said and turned to walk out the door.

"Wait. Amelia…can I…can I see you again?" Ray asked, hope spewing from his eyes.

I stared at the man I’d once loved before answering, "Hell no! You’re married." With that, I walked to the locker room.

Pout Erotica- 4

2005-02-08T21:52:00.000-06:00

YEAR ONE

Throb
My clit spoke to my heartbeat
As I spotted your sexy body
Standing
Waiting…

Bite
First one nipple
Then the other
On to the belly
Hairs at attention…

Pump
My pelvis arched my back
As your limbs closed around mine
Intertwined
Dancing in ecstasy…

Deep
Incredible Hulk me
Then fuck me
Filling every crevice
Every corner…

Suck
How many licks to the center
Of a dick lollipop?
Ah-one…
Ah-two…

Moannnnnnnn
As fingers find my Tootsie roll center
Wet
Pulsing
Wanting…

Explosions
Burst behind my eyes
Caused by your fingers
Your lips
Your dick…

Slurp
The cum rum
From me; from you
Tasting of Hypnotic, Tarantula, Reunite’…
Intoxicating as hell

YEAR ONE

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Pout Erotic-3

2005-01-28T23:18:00.001-06:00

SPEAK, LAWD!

Whew!

Five o’clock on a Friday afternoon. Weekend here I come!

I slip the keys in the ignition and push the button to let the top down on my convertible before I inhale the air deeply. Ahhhh. Nothing like the smell of wet sand after a fresh rain. I smile at the sun before pealing out of the parking lot, tire squeal covering up my laughter.

I tell you, Monday through Thursday I’m as low-brow and conservative as they come. But Friday after lunch, I strongly resemble a kid going to Disney World. I can’t wait to leave. Can’t wait to forget about work for two whole days.
I pump up the radio’s volume as "Got to be Real" blares out the speakers. Uh uhm! I love me some old school R & B. Whenever I hear this particular song, my body just starts bopping to the beat on its own. I don’t care where I am, my hips start swaying and my head dipping.

I wink at two young guys in an Escalade smiling at me. They station search until they find the one I’m listening to and we bop heads in unison. One thing about our people, we love us some music.

Dog! I should have known they weren’t going to act right. The driver is now mouthing the words, his facial expressions exaggerated. The passenger is—oh, my goodness!—sticking his finger in his mouth then running it down his chest. Uhmp. Wonder what that means?

I just shake my head before twirling my hand—index finger extended—in the air on the long "Reeal-eal-eal-eal-eal-eal-eal-eal-eal-eal-eal-eal-eal!" Then I shoo-doop my butt off with Cheryl Lynn. Ain’t no young busters gonna steal my joy. The Escalade’s horn is now beeping at me. I ignore them while I twitch hips to the final "Da-dump!" We both stop at another light, them beeping, me ignoring.

Wait a minute! Ah snap! This is my jam! I writhe like a snake as "Let’s Do It Again" oozes out the speakers. Ain’t no other song in the world can get me in the mood like this one can.

"Sweet love in the midnight. Good sleep come morning light." Sang, Mavis!

My husband’s face swims before me. I feel the meltdown in my body, hoping fiercely that he is home ’cause I’m sure ready to do "it" again. The Escalade gives me one last beep before speeding past. I’m glad. I was tired of chaps invading grown folk’s space.

"I like the ladies. So fine with their pretty hair." Pop Staples is doing his gig now and I help him along, cruising and smooving to the groove. I reach home but sit out in the driveway waiting for the last "Woo-hoo-a-hooooo." I’m fired up by this time. Davante’s car is here so y’all know it’s on now!

I spring through the door like a bunny on crack. "Baby!" I yell as I drop my keys and walk through the foyer looking for my hunk of burning love.

I hear, "Don’t take another step," coming from the direction of the den.

"What?" I ask, confused. Did something happen? Is something wrong?

The next sound I hear is the opening bars of that set-the-church-on-fire song from The Color Purple, "God Is Trying to Tell you Something." Now, whereas old school R & B gets me hot, gospel music turns my husband on! Yeah, he’s a deacon, teaches Sunday School and the whole nine yards, but I tell you, after church, we don’t go out to eat. Uh uh. We got bizness to tend to at the house, if you know what I mean.

Davante’s shoulder dips around the corner before pulling back. I hear him moaning with the song and my lower body starts leaking.

"Speak, Lawd."

The shoulder dips back into view then the other one. I now realize that he is "choir-rocking" his way to me. And, as I look further, he is wearing only a hip towel. Yeah, baby!

"Speak, La-aw-awd. Speak to me."

Step. Sway.

"I want you to speak to me." His husky tenor ad libbed. "Open your shi-ir-irrt. And let me see."

I rip my blouse open, my see-through bra visible.

"Speak, Lawd." Step. Dip this time. Sway.

I became the background singer for his lead vocals. "Speak to me." I step, sway with him.

"I was so bli-i-ind. Now I just wanna see."

I unhook my bra. "Speak to me."

"Speak, Lawd."

We are only five feet apart when he drops his towel.

"Ah yes, speak to me, baby. Speak!" I yell as I looked at all that nakedness that was soon to be mine.

"Then you spoke to me." He swivels his hips.

My blood pressure spikes my brain cells. "Speak to me! Speak to me! Yes!" I was all off beat but didn’t care ’cause I felt a touch of the Holy Ghost as I watch him swivel again.

"Ah, La-aw-wd! You spoke to me." His fingers trace between my breast.

I didn’t know what he told him, but something told me to grab ahold and work him for all I was worth. I jump up and wrap my legs around his waist. He backs me into the wall, lips fused with mine. The song speeds up and he starts grooving me to the beat. By the time we get the fast part where they sing, "He is trying to tell you something!" Davante is pistoning like a champion. My mind floats away as I "speak" and tell him plenty of things with my hips and lips.

I knew he was nearing the end of this short journey when he shouts in my ear, "I’m telling you something, baby! Do you hear me? Do! You! Hear! Me?!" His hips punctuate the words.

"Yes! Baby, I hear you! I hear you!" I scream as the shivers run down my spine and my pelvis staccatos him to the beat.
He grunts.

I moan.
Loud.
Then louder…

Finally, my legs are let down to the floor and we stand hugging, sweat coating both of us. We rock and hum to "Just a Closer Walk with Thee," cooling down. My body is still throbbing, still tingling as he rubs my back.

Then…the beginning strains of his latest favorite gospel song, "The Devil Don’t Like It Cause I’m Blessed Like That." His hips began swaying and the "heavenly stick" begins rising.

Ah sukey, now!

A smile creeps onto my face as he rubs his chin across my cheek, kisses my neck. He whispers, "Baby, want to go for a two-fer?"

I can’t help myself. "Speak, Lawd!"

Good News

2005-01-10T14:13:00.000-06:00

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Pout Erotica-2

2005-01-08T11:16:00.000-06:00

All About D’BNJMN

It was one of those days where I actually considered suicide.
Oh, not for me…for other people in my life. Like the folks at the job that want me to work harder, faster and stay later, but go mentally retarded when I ask for a raise. Then the kids, who I’m convinced are autistic since they only know one word—“Moma!” –screamed at the top of their lungs every thirty seconds or so, waiting to pounce on me the moment I walk in the door.

Today, I try to block them out as they beg for the one thing I don’t have in the house—pizza. Did I say they were autistic? Well, I should have said they have Attention Deficit Disorder. They can only focus their attention when they want something but become deficient when I am demanding them to “Clean your room! Take out the trash! Go to bed!” Damn! Why did I cook the last Digorno two nights ago?

And let us not forget the headliner in this serial called “Life”—my husband. Deaf to their pleas, probably since the television’s volume is turned up to Sonic Boom level, he throws out words of encouragement. “Just go on back to town before you sit down and get tired.”

Can’t he see I’m already tired?

“And pick me up a six pack while you’re there.” Fixing his eyes on me, he leers. “Don’t take too long ‘cause I’m gonna take you in the back room and release some of that tension for you when you come back.” Great. More work.

Here I am living the Great American Dream—medium sized house, two cars—Lexus for him; minivan for me—two kids and a dog. Why does it feel more like the Great American Depression?

My hands clenched and unclenched the steering wheel—a pitiful substitute for my spouses neck. Ohhhh! I’m so frustrated. Why do I always have to go to the grocery store? And why does some must-eat-tonight food always pop up on a day when none can be found in the house?

I looked over the pasture, wishing I was a cow. Nothing to do but graze grass all day, drop a load of shit wherever I wanted to and nobody said nothing. Just let the earth do its thing. I laughed as I remembered the downside—the slaughterhouse. Well maybe I don’t exactly want that life, just a less stressful one.

As I continued my pity party, I noticed a bright red convertible edging up behind me, D’BNJMN on the front license plate. The top was down and I could see a White man wearing shades relaxing, one arm over the back of the seat as he drove.
Damn, he looks cool.

As the car grew closer, I realized that he was a lot older than I originally thought and amazingly, he had his shirt off.

That’s strange.

Looking in the rear view mirror, I could see that he was a tanned man with salt-n-pepper hair buzz cut in military style and his chest was coated in a thick layer of white hairs. His fingers were tapping to the beat of some song I couldn’t hear. Just chillin’, as the kids say. I smiled in spite of my deflated spirits.

I don’t know why, but as I drove, I kept glancing back at him. Staring. Driving. Staring. Staring. Driving. Maybe it was the car…or maybe it was because he was such an unusual site. Most men don’t drive around with their shirts off around here. I don’t know why, but they don’t, and especially not older white men. But there he was sure as the sun was shining.

Reaching a stretch of road that widened into straight-a-way for about a mile, I saw him turn on his blinkers to pass. I tried to act nonchalant as he slowly edged out onto the oncoming lane, taking his time.

As he came abreast of my van, I took a good look into the car. Girl, I almost flipped my vehicle!

Not only did that man have his shirt off, he didn’t have a stitch of clothes on at all! Nothing but skin being fanned by the air. And, he had a humongous erection! It must have been at least eight inches because it stood tall above the bottom of the steering wheel.

This man can’t be white! He must be mulatto or something Latino. Hah! Like I would know what a mulatto or Latin man’s erection looked like.

He glanced at me and lifted one finger in greeting—a pleasant, common how-you-doing everyday kind of greeting—before turning his attention back to the road.

My mouth dropped open at his lack of embarrassment.

The arm draped across the seat was removed and a hand placed around the base of his root. Caressing. Stroking.

Damn! I veered off the road, almost kissing a mailbox. Recovering quickly, I steered back onto the blacktop—estrogen surging; vaginal cells mass-producing coochie juice in milliseconds, the moisture leaking between my lips.

He looked momentarily startled then…he smiled.

My attention was drawn back to the tumescent protuberance as he gathered the tip in his hands, squeezing and encircling it with a fist.

Do you see this shit here?

His car kept pace with mine—twenty-five miles per hour. No faster, no slower. And my eyes kept pace with his hands while occasionally diverting their attention to the road.

His fingers stroked and pulled at his member in leisure. Without me being conscious of it, my fingers begin rubbing and pulling at my own crotch. I wouldn’t have realized it at all, but I suddenly needed to turn on the air conditioner and I couldn’t understand where my other hand was.

Memories of life before the husband and kids sprang to my mind.

Oh, how I remember all the times I rode down this same stretch of road with James, Henry or Bryan, stroking them while they drove and letting them stroke me. One time, I even sucked on one of them…I can’t remember who right now and it doesn’t matter either… and when he came, he drifted into oncoming traffic. The blare of the oncoming car’s horn made him open his eyes and swerve back into the correct lane. It’s a wonder we didn’t kill ourselves back then. Just strolling down memory lane…I tell you, I could have laid back on that seat and brought myself to climax in seconds.

I looked back at the man.

His hand was moving faster now. My hands moved faster, too.

His tongue darted out of his mouth, licking his lips. I followed suit.

He seemed to really be enjoying himself. Me too.

On we drove for what seemed like forever, him giving me the show of my life—free—and me trying to prolong the entertainment indefinitely.

Girl, what if he pulls over and asks you to sleep with him? my mind inserts through my lust-fogged brain.

That thought slowed my rubbing hand momentarily.
What would I do?

Hey, it’s not like it’s something I haven’t done before and with the goods I’m looking at…Stop it! Stop it right now! I shake my head.

Looking back at him, I realized that his car was no longer even with mine. I could barely see the object of my fascination and I felt a pang of longing. I pushed down on the gas and my body quieted when I spied his member again.
You are sick!

No, maybe a Peeping Tom, but not sick. And I’m not really a Peeping Tom since he’s got his body on display. I’m just taking what is being freely offered. Nothing wrong with that, is it?

Suddenly, he sped up, trying to get in front of me.

Uh, uh! I ain’t ready for this show to end just yet! I sped up, cutting him off.
He began waving at me. I waved back. Then he waved some more. I waved some more, too. He pointed at me and then down the road.
Is he propositioning me?

My mind was made up in an instant. I pointed at his hard erection and leered like a fool.

As I saw the car abruptly decelerate, I swung my head to look back at it, wondering what was going on then…BOOM!

That was all she wrote until I woke up in the hospital.

The nurse said I’d been in a car accident with a cow. One had walked in the road and apparently I had hit it. The van was absolutely totaled.

When she asked me if I had seen it, I truthfully replied, “No.” Of course I hadn’t seen it because I was looking at the man, hung like a bull, riding in the red convertible. Thinking of this, I asked who had called 9-1-1. I almost fell out of my bed when she replied.

“It was our new pastor, David Benjamin,” she answered nonchalantly.

New pastor! That was a man of the cloth riding around buck-naked, stroking himself in the daylight? That ain’t even right! What kind of God does he serve? Ain’t nobody but the devil! Why, if this got out, he’d be run out of town! Just hog-tied naked and put on the first SUV moving…hog-tied…naked…eight inches hanging free… scared…begging for release…willing to do anything a helpful person wanted for freedom…any thing at all…Oooh! My body squirmed involuntarily.

Clearing my throat, I asked in my most mildly interested voice, “Now what church did you say he was pastoring?”

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Pout Erotica- 1

2005-01-08T01:08:00.000-06:00

Welcome to Pout Erotica. Where my erotic fantasy become yours... Let's hit the floor running...

Awakening

This morning my clit had an "Aha!" moment. That’s right. This heifer has been half-stepping since my divorce six months ago, but this morning, all the hormones, synapses and brain waves converged and that sucker woke the hell up! Straight up! Throbbing. Calling out to somebody’s son.

I rolled around in the bed—squirming, moaning, squishing and moahhhhning some more—before I let those fingers do some serious walking. What can I say? The wet spot could have been a commercial for bladder dysfunction problems. Oh well.

I washed every crevice like I was waiting to feel some dick instead of go to work. I drew the Frederick’s lace up my thighs like somebody was sniffing my cat. I closed the lace over tight nipples that hurt when I brushed against them. Oh, the mind screw I had going on!

I chose a black skirt since I didn’t want the wet spot to be so obvious. And believe you me, if the moisture didn’t stop soon, I would need a pantyliner. Nevertheless, I got my sexed up behind dressed and out the door. I viewed the city through new, hungry eyes. I’d never been on the prowl, but that’s exactly what I was doing, whether conscious of it or not.

I sashayed past the street worker and flipped my hip at the catcalls. Pushing open the door to the office, I cocked my head to the side when Kurt, the older security guard smiled at me. A brother I hadn’t seen before, with a LL Cool J thang going on, smiled too. Shit, he reminded me of this dude I’m met on a website, James L. just not as fine. Note to self: Stop visiting Jame’s website before I lose my mind.

"Must be jelly ’cause jam don’t shake like that!" Kurt crooned and rubbed his goatee.
Now normally, I just played his comments off. Maybe it was the nipples throbbing or the hormones surging or damn-near-James’ sexy ass sitting there making my clit grow into a man’s penis…anyway, I felt the need to respond.

I leaned my C cups, dark valley visible, on the counter and whispered, "Act right and you might get a taste test to let you know for sure."

Kurt’s ass fell straight out the chair!

The new guy and I both laughed as we helped him up. I was so horny, I made sure I copped a feel as I dusted off his butt and squeezed too long on his back. My skirt rode up to mid-thigh when I leaned over to get his dropped pen. I guess they could hear my coochie calling ’cause both of those busters were spouting broomsticks in their pants.

"Ah…let me get to my office and find out what’s going on. You two fine gentlemen have a nice day." I winked before I turned as nonchalantly as my hot behind could.

"Miss?" A deep baritone voice said to my back.

"Yes?" I turned back, surprised to see the new guy with napkins in his hands.

"Looks like Kurt spilt some water on you when he fell. There’s a wet spot on the back of your skirt." He said, hands holding out the napkins.

Yes, it’s wet, but not from what you are thinking. "What was your name again?" I asked, hand reaching for the napkins.

"Jonkent," he offered slowly, licking his luscious lips.

"Nice to meet you, Jonkent," I replied, my eyes roaming over the thick muscles, tight waist and heavy thighs that ought to be able to lock me into a…Shit! I shifted my eyes back to his face. When our hands connected, I tickled his palm with my fingers. You know, undercover booty call.
"Likewise." His eyes made promises. Mine told him to ‘put up or shut up.’ Brotherman didn’t know it yet, but I had a monster down there.

Kurt took this opportunity to cough. "Let the lady get to work, Jon. You don’t need to be standing so close to her," he admonished.

"Oh, that’s all right, Kurt. We were just introducing ourselves to each other." I smiled.
"Yes we were," Jonkent affirmed.

"Well, now you’ve met, so Jon, why don’t you go walk around the parking lot and make sure everything is doing fine?"

"Man, I just walked—" Jon began, confusion in his eyes.

"And you need to do it again!" Kurt snarled, cutting him off.

I watched the power play with interest—young warrior; older, experience warrior. Jonkent sighed, shook his head and smirked before he said to me, "We’ll continue this later."

As the door closed behind Jonkent, I thought I heard Kurt say, "Not if I can help it."
Hmmm.

Reaching my office, I breezed in and called out a greeting to my colleague, Amy.

"You aren’t gonna be so cheerful in a sec," she responded.

I stood stock-still. "Why is that?"

"It’s your turn to do the research for this month’s project," Amy replied with a grin that I wanted to slap off her face.

I groaned mightily. Research was done in the "Stacks"—an area of the basement that had tons of old newspapers, books and magazines catalogued and available for our use. I hated the dark area. It was safe, but still, I hated being down in the basement. Shit! I grumbled to myself as I filled a cup with coffee.

"Hey, did you know you had a wet spot on your skirt?" she called out to my departing body.

Jonkent was reentering the building as I picked up the Stacks key from Kurt. He smiled wickedly.

"Need some help?" he offered.

An idea popped into my head. "Maybe. I can’t reach some of the files so why don’t you help me?" I smoozed.

Kurt took this moment to say, "I can help you if you need some help. Shit, anybody can get files off the shelf." The way he said it made me look at him closer.

He was tall and still looking good for a man in his fifties. But shit, I needed something young, hard and able to stand up to this soaking pussy I had at the moment and Jonkent fit the bill. This was heart attack pussy!

I smiled nicely and said, "Thanks Kurt, but I don’t want you to reinjure your back. Let’s let Jonkent get the ones off the top shelf this time, okay?"

He didn’t take that too well, but he couldn’t argue with my logic. He’d been out three months with his back and no way could he afford to have folks seeing him lifting heavy stuff. They’d cut his disability check off. He waved Jonkent on.

I unlocked the door with steady hands. I knew the deal and Jonkent knew the deal. I flipped on the light and started walking towards the back. I expected him to grab me before I’d taken five steps, but he walked behind me and no hands touched me. Guess I’ve got to make the first move.

I turned, prepared to pull him into a kiss when he…walked down another aisle.

Confused, I asked, "Where are you going?"

He pointed up. "The cameras can’t see us over here," he said for my ears only.

"Oh." I was so horny I’d forgotten about the cameras. "I thought you didn’t know the deal."

"Oh I know it and I plan to close it to perfection," he replied as thick hands ran up and down my chest then pulled me close.

I smelled the spicy cologne as I nuzzled his neck. He nipped my ear and my legs began to shake. I could smell my musky odor rising from beneath my skirt and hoped he could too. Fingers slid the skirt up and pulled the lace down. His tongue swirled in my mouth as his tips plucked my clit. I lifted my leg and did the Atomic dog on his crotch. Buttons flew as he pulled open my blouse and I did likewise with his shirt. His lips found my nipples. Damn, it’s been too long! I held his head tight to my breast as I reveled in the sensations.

Spotting a chair, I pulled his head up. "Sit down."

He plopped into the chair. I unzipped his fly and pulled the pants down to his knees.

"Damn." I couldn’t say shit else as I stared at the red-topped dick staring at me. That sucker was big, thick and hard…just like I craved them. When he pulled out the red rubber, I shimmied out of that lace and he held that baby straight as I slid down on the first diggity I’d had in six months. I felt like I was home. His rod filled every nook, cranny and crevice in my love hole. The juice factory worked overtime as I rode, rocked, bucked and kegeled the hell out of Jonkent. My ass was riding high with each stroke and pump. I swirled coming down and squeezed going back up. I was putting the hurt on this dude!

Then…

"Girl, you bought to kill that boy. Why don’t you let me help you release that tension," Kurt said in my ear.

Shit! This is my fantasy!

I only missed a stroke as I felt another "Big Daddy" knocking at the back door. Kurt took his time pushing at the sphincter. I tried to slow down, but I’ll be honest, anal sex drives me straight out of my mind. I can’t do shit but fuck like a bunny on crack. This time was no different.

Just as soon as he was in me a few inches, I rocked like I was putting a baby to sleep. On the forward, Jonkent was deep in me, and backwards, Kurt was deep in me. Jonkent sucked my nipples; Kurt pulled my hair and gruffly whispered, "Fuck me like you own this dick, baby." Oooh yeah. He ain’t having a heart attack no time soon.

I sure enough rocked their asses then. Jonkent was gasping and the sweat was rolling down my back from Kurt. I didn’t want this love ride to end!

Then, those jokers tag teamed me. They both stroked deep at the same time. I could feel the tissue straining but damn it, put me in the hospital ’cause I ain’t getting off this ride just yet.
Pump. Jump. Hollering as I felt the needle pricks begin in my feet and move up my legs to…POW! I screamed from the orgasm. They hollered with me as they peaked simultaneously…

In the aftermath, I looked at my clothes and knew there was no going back upstairs for me. I looked and smelled like I’d been screwed. And I had. Deliciously.

"Either one of you got a safety pin in your drawer?" I asked as we walked to the door.

"Nope." They both replied.

"Extra shirt?"

"Yeah."

"Let me borrow it."

Kurt looked at me in horror. "You aren’t going upstairs in my shirt are you?"

"No indeed. I’m telling them I’m sick and I’m going home."

"Oh." Kurt said with relief as he removed his shirt.

I pulled Kurt’s shirt over my torn blouse and pushed open the door. They stood back, I guess wondering what I would do next. I stood still and gave them the "look."

"Y’all coming with me or what?" I said with a sexy smile.

They smiled together and said, "Hell, yeah!"

I giggled. I planned to do plenty of riding and none of it was on the road…

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