Delusional

He whispered her name for his thoughts of her made him hard and his memories made him squirm and touch himself where he wished her hands could be. Curiosity consumed him and she was all he thought of, explicit visions played like erotica through his mind. For she was many things, more than he could even dream. She was a dominatrix of the worst kind, she played on your mind, he would never know the feel of her upon him, like the strike of a whip her personality tamed you, and powerful like pussy was the moan of her voice. Being her victim was your choice. Untouchable seductress is she, like a lioness she prowls and claims her victims at their most beautiful yet vulnerable state. Like the dreams of his mouth upon her pussy you might get ate! Delicate is she, so the journey to her heart is filled with intensity. Get out while you can, falling for her is like quick sand! 

Normally I don’t write out of spite, I held my tongue with all my might. Some things have got to be said, or in this case read. African American as am I! Touch the coarse roots of my nap, brace yourself if I sit on your lap, heavy from the weight of the world, I will always be a chocolate girl.  Thighs thick like molasses, calves built with power, thick lips that devour, my every word has power.  Who am I? I am who I choose to be and my skin will never define me, but it definitely accentuates the woman I have grown to be. Strong, strong enough to embrace you, the one that chooses to separate thyself from who you are because of what you’ve become! Born by a mother of color you can never deny one another.  I am angry and very disappointed in you! You silly chocolate girl you! Education is a bonus, a career is more, but that will never put you higher than another “Black Woman’s” score. Define to me the definition of a Black Woman so I can show you exactly what you are not. Strong, respectful, intuitive and bold, maybe these are the attributes you LACK, but honey they define an African American Woman or shall I just call us Black. The designer of my clothes has no bearing on my soul!  Ignorance is bliss, I think you have taken to many sips of this. An African American WOMAN is who I will always be, and there is NOTHING "TYPICAL" ABOUT ME.

Karma pt2

The morning came and Terrell was still lying by my side. Goofy smile on his face, watching me sleep.

“Tell me you love me in your language.”

I smiled and whispered to him “Yasay Duta Amah”

“Are you still taking me out to meet the flock this weekend?”

My heart skipped a beat; he would be amongst my family. Women older and more powerful than me, ones that could take him away from me, if they saw fit. We weren’t allowed to have true loves, we were ordained to only have men sealed to us, not ones that chose to come and go. I would be playing with fire. I swallowed hard and told him the truth. “You know shit about me that know ones else knows, but what you don’t know is you’re supposed to be sealed to me. You aren’t supposed to have this free will…”

He put his finger to my lips and kissed me. “Thank you, for trusting me the way you do. I am sealed to you, you have my heart.”
I was faint.

We flew from New York to Louisiana, as we stepped off the plane I took a deep breath. I was home. Terrell grabbed my hand and we headed to grab our bags. Gathering everything that we had brought with us we stepped outside and we were met by my mother’s Limo. I wasn’t truly ready for this meet and greet but it was too late to back out. Jessup parked and rushed over to open our doors and I could see my mother sitting inside. She smiled her crooked coy smile and welcomed us back to Louisiana.

“Hey Karma, I’m so glad that you could make it. Terrell I have heard nothing but good things about you, it is so good to finally meet you.”

I could tell he was hesitant to touch her hand, he feared what her powers could be. I gave him a look that it was okay and kissed the top of her hand.

“It’s my pleasure!”

He didn’t know that mom’s power lie in her eyes, she could convince you to do anything no touch necessary. Her seal was not coins nor did it require sex, just as simple look, she was more dangerous than the rest of us.

Internally I wanted to get the hell outta Louisiana. I wasn’t ready to bring Terrell anywhere near my family but we all do stupid shit when were in love. Love was stronger and more powerful then we give it credit.
Pulling her long red hair back and dropping it behind her strong shoulders, she was a monster behind her beautiful smile. I didn’t want to look her in the eyes, she was my mom and I knew exactly what she was capable of. I could tell this was making Terrell uncomfortable; he reached over and grabbed my hand.
Mom caught my glance and whispered in our tongue. “tulah vadae” My whole body trembled, I felt the ice quickly pierce my heart. She was warning me that he would be taken from me, my mom was an enchantress and she was entitled to anything and anyone. Her cold stare was hard to break away; Terrell was squeezing my hand and calling my name.

“Karma!”


To be continued..

Karma

Skin dark as molasses, black kinky curls fall to my shoulders, plump lips and thick thighs. Most females wouldn’t admit to being obsessed with themselves, but I’ll easily admit that I’m my own infatuation. Yes I’m a bit cocky but I have my reasons. We all feel that, our pussy has magic power that makes you stay and come back type shit. Well not only was my pussy good but mine was literally heart stopping. Oh let me introduce myself… “I’m Karma but in the streets they call me “Legs” Why you ask? Once you slide between these legs, Luck will always be on your side.

I walked the streets of Harlem like a Jezebel, hips swaying, hair bouncing on my shoulders and ass intoxicating every eye it catches. Some men were afraid of me and there were some that couldn’t get enough of me. Not only did my gift help me with the men, but it also built a life style for me. I didn’t have to want nor work for anything. I was no fool my mother taught me that, words were meaningless without the promise keeper. Every man that slid between these legs now carried a coin in their pockets. This coin sealed them to me, and everything they possessed or gain by my magic.

I wasn’t far from my place, and I could see Terrell waiting on my stoop. He was the only man I hadn’t cursed, the only one I hadn’t sealed to me. Terrell was the one man that I truly loved. We had met about a year ago, I had sealed a friend of his and he came to confront me. I guess the word had gotten out and he thought there was something he could do to stop me. His aggressive nature was cute and it was the first time a man had stepped to me and not feared me. I had grown up with men groveling at my mom’s feet and only waiting for me to become 18 so they could grovel at mine. I was disgusted at the way men gave up their entire lives to wipe my mom’s ass. Don’t get me wrong I love the power, but I’d rather be rich then have someone up my ass all damn day! Terrell and I had gotten into a heated argument and I threatened to make him my whore and he stood before me not afraid. It was the sexiest most intoxicating experience of my life. I unsealed his friend from my power and told Terrell he better not come around again or I’d turn him into my personal pussy licker. Needless to say he didn’t listen, I was perplexed by him and jaded at how weak he made me, now I couldn’t go a day without him.

I smiled at the sight of his brown skin, imagining his skin pressed against mine, soft full lips, locks pull high into a ponytail, and body built like fort knocks. He knew about my power and how I used it, and how I choose not to seal him because I wanted him to choose to love me. I had missed him, he had been away working and as soon as he hit town he was mine. He hugged me like he hadn’t seen me in ages and then softly kissed my collarbone. It was like he had powers himself, something that took me over and made me want only him.

Unzipping my leather coat and pulling my sweater overhead, watching my breast before his eyes. Licking his lips as if though only chocolate rest near his lips. Intertwining his fingers in the coif that is my hair, pulling my mouth to his lips, breathing in the essence of him. I could feel him growing underneath me, pulling for his shirt, anxiously awaiting the feeling of his skin upon mine. Tearing my clothes from my body and throwing me on my bed, tantalizing me with his smile. I was beyond smitten, he was my King. Laying his body against mine, kissing my body from my crown to feet he entranced me. I rest my fingers upon his back as his eyes set upon mine and shook his head; he knew that with one touch I could seal his heart to mine.

We both knew the dangerous fine line we toyed with but he trusted me as I trusted him, he tied my hands with a scarf we kept in the nightstand. Licking his lips, and kissing my cheeks he made his way to pussy. His tongue danced upon my clitoris, making me squirm and yell in an enchanted language that only someone of my kind knew. Without missing beat, he slid inside my walls, making me gasp for air and bite my lips drawing blood. Making his hips rock like the ocean in the sea, he knew what to do to make me cum. I surrendered myself to him; everything, my heart beat slowed and my juices flowed. My eyes flickered from brown, to green, to red and back to coal black. My mom warned me that a man that could make me surrender would be dangerous to my well being, but he was the one being that I trusted completely. He knew to wait before he placed his hands upon mine; separating our bodies he lay against me and kissed my lips. Untying my hands so that I could kiss him the way I needed to. Running his fingers down my body, completely mine without any magic tying him to me. Intoxicated by trust, we lay still embellishing in the moment. To be continued....

Karma pt3

I could feel the panic setting in, the ice slowly crawling from my hand to his. Terrell was unaware of the trap I had walked him into and wasn’t strong enough to save him from. Death was upon the love of my life and my mother had me captured in her stare. I could feel my body growing cold as her powers slithered across my body, ice walking all over me like spiders on a dead corpse. My heart beat began to slow.. Terrell put his face directly in front of mine, breaking the stare between us and inadvertently saving his life. Looking into my eyes he could tell that something was extremely wrong, ignoring the fact that mother sat across from us he kissed me. Still holding my hand in his squeezing me, the heat of his lips upon mine, my heart warmed as he pressed his chest against my breast, heat settled upon my vagina, lust consumed me. Love had chased away the ice my mother had cast upon me. Breathing the scent of him into my lungs, I could feel the ice shatter and fall away. I wanted him in this moment, I needed to feel his dick inside of me, fill me with hot cum and melt away everything and save us both. My eyes began to warm and flicker from the passion that was spilling between us. Quickly letting go of his hand and falling back against the seat of the limo, if I held on to long he would forever be mine. To let him go was the strongest power I’ve had to use. “Bitch!” I yelled, I wanted to end her life! In this moment she was no longer my mother but truly my enemy. Not giving a shit about what she just attempted she looked out the dark window and starred at the land as it quickly passed by. I wasn’t afraid of being alone because I had the power to have what I wanted. I just wanted the one I choose to choose me to. We pulled up to the house and its vast presence, grass stretching for miles. Sap trees over grown and covered in moss, hanging as if though they themselves have been slaves to this land. Jessup ran over and opened the car door and my mom made her exit. Stepping out, I could see my sister approaching, fingers entangled with two women walking briskly by her side. Vixen was no threat; she only loved the taste of vagina upon her tongue. She smiled and ran towards me, tiny frame, cocoa colored skin, and long jet black hair pulled back. She had our mothers’ slanted eyes, high cheek bones, lips shaped like a heart placed on her face and more boobs then she deserved to have spilling outta her top. She was that of her name, a Vixen, skirt barely covering her vagina. Grabbing my neck and hugging me tight! “Yasay Duta Amah, Karma!” “Vixen this is Terrell, Terrell, Vixen” I could tell she wanted to pull me away but I couldn’t leave Terrell alone and vulnerable. I whispered to her what mom had tried and I could see her skin crawl with rage. Pointing her fingers towards the ground she summoned Cloatis and he appeared next to her. Cloatis was a gift from our father, he was her protector he could not be harmed nor stolen by my mother. Dark and speechless he showed Terrell towards the house, for a moment I felt peace. Waving her hand she sent her women away. To be continued...

Dry eyes...

Mere but yet simple words complicate and create complexity for my heart. Pain spreads throughout my veins like wildfire. Desire no longer beseeches me but hatred fills me. Physical torment takes over, I refuse to cry. Lies fill my memories and scorches my now healing heart. Breathless, struggling to think past the thought of you. Trying to hide what torture you've put me through I hate loving you. Tears no longer sting my eyes I fucking refuse to cry. Diminished love, it's remorse I'm beginning to feel, nothing for you was real. But yet I'm riddled with lust and pain still. Amnesia would be a gift for me if you could forever be removed from my memory. I was taught not to hate but after everything you've done, my lessons were tossed out the gate. Lord please save my soul, he was the devil and he's turned me cold. Say a prayer, yes I will, I no longer choose to feel, anything for you in this moment I am through, I officially hate you.

Psychosis

Her body was held captive in my eyes. Intoxicated by her curves and jaded by her sharp tongue. I longed for her flesh upon mine, drifting in and out of reality as I stared blankly at what could be. Driven my desire, wet from lust and high off deception. Breathing in her breath that she left upon my cheek. Wanting to kiss her, needing her touch. Her eyes open and gaze upon my psychotic stares, putting my finger to her lips and telling her to be silent with my non verbal signs. She begins to weep and fear my obsession. Panic fills her brown windows to world. Breathless she gasp and a tear falls down her high cheek bone. Awaking from my Disturbia I turn to see my beauty and rest assured that she shall never leave me.

Beast...

Heart heavy from all the weight that has been beard upon it. Struggling to surface as a human being because he has turned me into a beast. A woman's skin should be soft and supple, tempting to touch something you want to indulge in. My skin was scorn by bitter emotions and steaming from betrayal. Lips no longer desired to be kissed, but ready to spew profanity and slay any man that crossed my path. I had become that of what was created and molded from many broken hearts. I was a "Bitch" not because I chose to push any and everybody away, but because that's my defense! The defense that I had learned all to well by battling man after man just to feel anything equal to what I felt. My heart was wounded and I refused to let anything or anyone else in. My eyes didn't make you want me they make you run or challenge that of who I am! Who I am you ask? I am that you woman that you laid with and created life with and then you ask to slay it before it could see daylight. I'm the girl that gave you my virginity only to lose my sanity because I thought you valued me, but I was just another trophy. I am that woman, taking care of three kids by myself while you party and bang everything you meet,and my kids think its a treat to catch a glimpse of you in the street! All the lies and the deceit I should have never allowed you near me! When I meet prince charming he may choose to run the other way, all because of something you chose to put me through! All because of you...Yes I can take some blame! For choosing to dealing with such a lame! Here I am bearing my pain and a man like you has no shame...I wish I never knew your name! Instead I'll just call you my Pain!

Wet fingers play upon pink candy, chocolate skin quivering in waves of pleasure. Sips of sweet cum. Penetrable bliss. #sex

Just a thought

She desires what she can't have...Craves what her body needs..Survives off the minimum, longs for the maximum.. #Life!

Indulge

She touched the inside of his thigh with her fingers, he watched as she wet her lips with the tip of her wet tongue. She desired every inch of him, not only was he gorgeous he was the epitome of sexy. His dick stood before her like a statue, erected for visual stimulation that created the desire to touch. Even if he wasn't yours and something stood between you, your desire would turn into uncontrollable lust and need to have him. She wrapped her lips tightly around the tip of him, he reveled in the warmth and wetness of her mouth...she played with him made circles around the head of his statute, soaking him. Taking her hand and wrapping it tightly around his shaft, where her tongue wasn't her hand was. Stroking him, holding him tight. He was growing within her, she took him inch by inch leaving nothing untouched...Locked around him, with his bound hands he could not reach her she controlled this entire moment. Working him slow then fast, creating suction that only a Hoover should have, he squirmed in pleasure. She knew he was about to cum, she pulled back just enough to feel his eruption...his cum burst, and exploded from him, filling her jaws and running fast down her throat, she sucked him until he fell limp within her...Nothing was left she indulged in the exquisite flavor of him, until next time she whispered to his perfection, with a kiss she sealed the deal...

Sinful

I could feel the sweat dripping down my back. Our skin was pressed tightly together, my hair was sticking to my forehead. His hands were molded into the arch of my back. I leaned away and he began to kiss my neck, we hadn't seen each other in awhile. It felt so good to feel him inside me again. My arms were wrapped around his neck as I bounced on top of him. I could feel his heart beating fast inside his chest, his warm breath blew against my neck as he exhaled. I could feel him buried deep inside me, sending pleasure throughout my body. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to take in everything, he smelled so good and his lips were so damn soft. My legs began to become tired and he noticed me slowing down. I laid down on my back, with my legs spread eagle. I could see him looking at my pussy, my chocolate skin and my wet pinkness, I rubbed my fingers between my legs to entice his hunger. He smiled and moved my hand away. He laid his body against mine, and held on to my hands. I felt pinned but I did not care. I loved to feel his penis slide into me, he kissed my lips and pushed his way in. I gripped his hands as pushed himself deeper and deeper. I could hardly breath, stroke for stroke I could feel my orgasm approaching. He pressed his body tighter against mine, creating pressure, pain and pleasure that's unimaginable unless you've had it just right. My nails started to dig into hands, I tried to arch my back, his body was pressed so tight against mine. Biting down into my lip didn't stop my scream as my orgasm took over. Screaming like a praying preacher had laid his hands upon me,I whaled like a woman who had been possessed, now she was being set free! Sex between us was so highly addictive, if someone told me "If you have sex with him one more time, that would be the end of your life!" I would get down on my knees say a prayer and ride him till the end.

Dance

“Arianna!” I could hear the instructor Raul, calling my name. I was so smitten by him that I was lost in thought. The rest of the class had taken their turn dancing with him and I was up. I had been watching him with everyone else and I was wet. He put his hand on the small of my back and started moving me across the floor. I was caught in his grey eyes; no one else existed in the classroom including my best friend Celina. We had decided that we wanted to talk salsa dancing because the moves were so sexy. We didn’t know that the instructor Raul was just as sexy as the dancing itself. He pulled me tight against him and I could feel the bugle his penis against my vagina. Either I was really horny or he hadn’t pulled anyone else into him this way. Before I knew it he had dipped me and met dance with him had ended. The night was over and our next class wasn’t until a week from now. I started packing my things away and Raul was saying good night to the other students. Celina and I were talking about the class and Raul walked up behind and whispered into my ear.

“I want you, to stay after!”

I could have fainted but everyone else would have seen me hit the ground. Celina smiled, winked and headed out the door. The class room was clear and I stood on the opposite side of the room. He turned on some music and put his hand out towards me. I walked over to him and put my hand in his, he tugged me towards him and my body slammed against his. I lost my breath, my ass was against his penis, and he wrapped his hands around my waist and started to dance with me. He didn’t want to salsa he wanted to feel me; he was playing Motivation by Kelly Rowland. We moved to every beat, I could feel the heat between us. Gyrating hard against me, out skin was moist with sweat. Raul turned me and I threw my leg over his hip. I wanted him to feel me, like I was dying to feel him. He dipped me and then ran his hand up my thigh. I was more than ready. He let me go and pulled his shirt away from his body, and then his pants. His body was unbelievable; grey eyes, caramel colored skin. Aroused and hard his penis fell down mid-thigh. I wanted to lollipop him right then and there but I wanted more. I followed and stripped down to my bare skin. Raul put his lips against mine and gently kissed me. He felt the curvature of my body from my shoulders to the bend of my back. He backed me against the mirrors, the pole felt abrupt against my ass. He reached down for my thigh and I lifted it onto the pole, Pilates and yoga hell yea! Raul slid down between my thighs and sucked at my vulva. I was already wet; he stood and kissed my neck. His fingers danced on my clitoris, he slid himself deep inside of me. I could tell he was watching himself in the mirror. Raul pulled out and turned me towards the mirror, I could see him behind me. He bent me over the pole; I could feel sliding deeper inside me inch by inch. Our bodies were pressed hard against one another; we watched each other so closely. He moved in circles inside me, sending my body into ecstasy. I could see my breath on the mirror, I watched as he cupped my breast gently in his hands. I held on to the pole and he worked inside me. He pushed inside me, I couldn’t hold it together any longer. Warm cum covered him. Raul pulled away and kissed my neck, best dance I’ve ever had.

The sand beneath us was warm, the sun was starting to peek up above the water. We had fallen asleep on the beach. I jostled Alexander awake, he had fallen asleep to next to me. We came out to this beach party last night, got drunk and fell asleep. Everything else from last night was kind of a blur. As we started walking toward the car, we could see other people knocked out beach towels, half naked. We weren't about to get caught out here, you could get fined for that, and we didn't know them like that. One thing I did was apparently I had sex last night cause I could feel sand all in my coochie.

"Alex, do you have the keys?"

"Yea, they're in my pocket." he was stumbling around so he apparently drank way more than I did. I took the keys and drove us home. We pulled into our apartment complex and went our separate ways. We were convenient fuck buddies, he lived across the hall.

I showered and sat on my couch butt naked. It wasn't long before Alex came over wearing nothing but boxers. He walked over and put his hand between my thighs, I slapped it away. He reached for me again, I grabbed his hand and sucked his fingers. I guided them between my legs and he took over. Alex started kissing on my thighs and headed for my lips. He was the best oral sex partner I'd ever had. I could feel his tongue, he licked me from my clit to my ass. He was my nasty boy and loved it. I wrapped my legs around his neck, grab the back of the couch and pushed my coochie on his face. Alex didn't care he was down for it. You could hear my wetness as it slammed against his tongue and lips. I was about to explode, he could tell by the look on my face, he wrapped his lips around my coochie and slid his tongue inside. I spilled nectar all over is face and onto the couch. Alex smiled and wiped his face clean, he was the shit and he knew it.

Temptation

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Hunger

Keri and I walked into the room and there was pussy and dick everywhere. Kim told us this was going to be an orgy party but I wasn’t ready for this. There chocolate bodies, caramel bodies, vanilla, red skin, light skin, everything you could imagine. We had signed up for a private session, where we had picked our partners. The hostess was walking us to our room, she opened the door, and our two choices were naked on the couch. I had picked Chris he was, medium build,chinky eyes, short cut. Keri had picked a chick named Shay; she wanted to try something different. The chick was 5ft nothing, cornrowed hair loose on the ends, thick thighs, small handful of boobs, pussy as smooth as babies ass! Damn I wanted to lick that too. Keri went straight over to Shay and spread her legs, with no hesitation she started eating her pussy! Chris pointed at the bed and had me bend over. He rubbed his soft fingers along my pussy and made me wet. Keri was moaning and suffocating Shay between her legs. I wanted a piece of their action; I walked over, bent down and started kissing Keri. Chris followed; he put himself deep inside me and started working my walls. I wanted more, I pushed Chris off and sat on Keri’s face and slowly rode her tongue, Chris walked and took Shay’s place, and he started fucking Keri. Shay was feeling left out, she climbed on top of Keri, and straddled Keri’s nipple. She began to rub it against her clit, Keri was fingering her pussy as I taste her tongue. My orgasm was approaching and I was smashing my pussy tight against Keri’s face. Keri herself was moaning and squirming Chris was fucking her good! Shay was riding Keri’s fingers. I was squeezing Shay’s boobs and sucking them. I couldn’t hold on to my orgasm any longer, my juices flowed all over Keri. I climbed off and watched her squirm her way to her own orgasm, Chris was holding her down and slamming her hard. You could see, all on his face that his ecstasy was near, the rules were no rubbers. Everybody wanted to experience that skin on skin feel, but Pleasure assistants weren’t allowed to cum inside of clients. Chris pulled out and he splurged his creamy nectar all over Keri’s pussy. Shay climbed between her legs and licked her clean.

Keri and I were elated at our explicit endeavor. We decided that this needed to be a regular thing. Without hesitation, we walked out to the club membership hall, and signed up for monthly visits. We went home and enjoyed each other all over again. Not only were we addicted to our new experience but we also had become addicted to each other.

She Waits

She had been without pleasure for days…She was waiting for him. Every time he crossed her mind her pussy pulsated..She bit her lip and squeeze her legs tight, she was trying to smother the fire that burn between her legs for him…day by day it grew stronger..She yearned for him…she lay between her sheets squirming, sweating from the thoughts of him..Clenching her legs together and biting her lips wasn’t working anymore, she reached between her legs and gently played with her clit...She moaned lightly from pleasure...she closed her eyes and pretended her hands were his…she sucked her finger and began rubbing her clit harder, she couldn’t take it in anymore, she pushed her fingers deep inside, the warmth quickly consumed her fingers..She moaned louder, it felt so good, she pushed her fingers deeper inside, she toyed with her desire, fingered her pleasure , she closed her eyes as tight she could, pictured him deep inside of her, legs up on his shoulders, her hands on his chest screaming at every stroke, the pressure was so fierce but she didn’t care she took it all in, She closed her legs tight around her hand she came, her juice flowed all over her hand…she opened her eyes realizing that he wasn’t really there and she was still missing him..Sex without him wasn’t sex, especially alone...she still yearned for him, to kiss his lips, feel his every inch in the back of throat but best of all, him so deep inside her she can’t breathe…she waits…

Amber

Amber’s heart began to race, her skin became hot with anger, she couldn’t move. She could feel her light brown eyes fill with sorrow and heart break. The one thing she did not want to do was cry, but it was inevitable, the warmth of a tear fell down her light brown skin. The trail it made soiled her skin with remorse, and regret. Amber stood at a distance and watched the man she loved, caress another woman’s face, and gently kiss her dark brown skin, who was she? They sat in broad day light at a cafe in downtown, so close their love could not be denied. Amber began to think, she should have been me, my skin he kissed and my soul he made glow. Chris reached across the table, with his left ring less hand, and played with her, made her giggle and smile. Every giggle made Amber’s heart pulsate; throb and it caused her eyes to swell with tears. She wanted to scream, she wanted to run up and slap his face, and stab her with her own fork. But Amber couldn’t move, her sandaled foot and with perfectly pedicure toes just would not move, she stood still and cried. She watched as he fed her from his own fork, and kissed away cool whip from the tip of her nose. His piercing Hazel eyes, glistened when he watched her, he had a beautiful smile across his face, how could such a beautiful moment be such torment. The beginning of her happiness was the end of Amber’s. The waiter came over and collected revenue for their meal, Chris motioned that it was on him and she smiled. Amber couldn’t let him get away, she couldn’t allow him to enjoy this moment and not feel any of the pain she had endured. Chris rose from his chair and began to slide hers out, and she rose. She, Amber’s pain, was beautiful, dark skin, brown eyes, long curly hair and a gorgeous smile. Chris grabbed her hand and they began to walk, Amber could not let him get away without him hurting in some way. It was the first time within this forever lasting moment that she could move, Amber’s rage and hurt carried her every steps so smooth but heavy with pain. She reached them, she was so close she could smell his cologne, the cologne that made her tingle when she was around him. Amber was close enough to, reach out and grab him but she couldn’t, it wasn’t who she was. A plan began to form, she moved ahead of them along with bustling crowd, it hurt even more that, she could walk right pass him and nothing. Only a few steps ahead of them, she dropped her purse spilling everything out at Chris’s feet, he was so wrapped up in who he was with, that he didn’t recognize Amber’s tiny physique kneeling down in front of him. Being the gentleman he was, he squat down to help her, and they were face to face to. Amber looked at him, deep in his eyes, so deep she saw that he didn’t deserve her, and nothing she had given to him be physical it or mental. Chris reached for her things, and then he touched her hand; his face was that of a torn soul. In such a twist of emotions, that no one could read his face. A tear fell from Amber’s eyes and hit the concrete like a raindrop from a monsoon, it fell hard and with it came a flood of emotions. He was no longer hers, and she will never belong to him again. They both stood, Chris did not know what to say to Amber, but Amber had been in this moment longer than he would ever know. She nodded her head towards the woman and said “Thank you for everything” to Chris and she walked away. She left behind the man she had always loved and the pain, she had just endured. Amber was and is strong, she never looked back.

Crave

It Isn’t that she was lonely, she was hungry. Her pussy was hungry, it needed to be fed. They longed for one another, she was driven and yearning for him. Her body craved to be touched, caressed and to give in. To give into his ultimate complete erotic pleasure. To have him would be the ultimate betrayal. The lust was driving her mind and body wild. The thought of his touch made her pussy wet. The taste of his tongue made her thighs quiver. Even the memory of his smile made her desire him. She wanted him within her; she wanted to be filled with him. Sex was an ultimate need for her. She dreamed of him devouring her pussy like the ultimate Chocolate desert. Sucking on him like the last thing she would ever taste. Caressing every curve of her body circling her breast with his tongue, taking every aspect of her in, leaving nothing untouched, nothing left to the imagination. She was his ultimate lover and he was hers. Nothing should get in the way. Placing his dick deep within and gasping for a breath of relief, their time had come. Nothing could stop them now; their bodies developed a rhythm that only they could control. Plunging deeper and deeper with every thrust she was being fulfilled. She wanted him to know her pleasure; she laid him flat and placed him inside. She started slow and kept eye contact she wanted him to feel everything she felt. Their rhythm began she rode him with everything she had, this moment was everything. He sensually grasped her breast and played with her nipples his toys of pleasure. She belonged to him, every moan, quiver and gasp was his. Their bodies were one. She kissed him deeply as they exploded together, in each others arms. Her heart and mind belonged to him. She would always belong to him, they belonged together.

Chaya

Alex and I have been friends forever. There has always been that something lingering between us but the thought of possibly losing him as my friend stands to exceed my true need. As hard as it is to resist him, I put on my block game hard. Tall, with beautiful brown skin, pearly white teeth and such debonair, smooth from head to toe. Light brown eyes that could melt your soul. And the man is smart, he tries to come off hard and thug like, but I know what’s hidden behind that sexy ass smile. His females hate me because they know I have his heart in a way they’ll never have it. They have to respect me though because I come with the package. My mom tells me all the time, “girl you crazy, quit letting that gem stay stashed in the vault pull it out, and sport that motherfucker.”

Everybody had reached Lena’s house and we were chillin and gossiping then my phone rang…it was Alex and of course I took it. We had been talking for a while when Lena started giving me crap as usual.

Chaya what’s got you smiling like you won the lotto. Let me guess you talked to Sean and everything is fine? Oh wait, you grinning a little too hard, Alex of course.”
“Shut up Lena, you don’t know shit.”
“Whatever, when you going to tag that man. Get his ass off the market? He ain’t doing nothing but waiting on your sorry ass to drop this friend bullshit. If you won’t I will. That nucca is proudly hiding the mother-fucking, leprechauns gold. And here you are stunting, like that nucca don’t make your panties wet and your heart sweat.”
“Hush Lena and you will not be tagging my, Alex Thompson! If you do try it I’ll kick your ass.”
“See that’s what I’m talking about, that hog balling bull shit. If you don’t want him don’t be ball hogging.”
“WHATEVA!!!!!”

“Jewels, come on lets go. You wasting mad, dance floor time. I could have had 10 nucca’s drooling over me by now.”
“No matter when we get there, you’ll have a damn audience.”
“I know HATE ON Bitches.”
“Lena and Jewels now ya’ll know, I’m the dance floor queen so stop stunting.

Alex and I had danced all night the sexual tension between us was built up pretty high….he took me home for the night. We headed for my bedroom….and kicked off his shoes. I dug out my Victoria secret T shirt night gown and headed towards the bathroom. The steam from the shower, gave the bathroom a haze, I allowed my clothes to fall to the floor, and I stepped in and let all my troubles slip down the drain. I left the door open cause in a way; I wanted him to come in because we’ve always had that connection. Before long I could see his silhouette, outside the glass. He climbed in and I turned to face him. His tall body fit his well chiseled physique, he was even sexier naked. He took my washcloth and started at my neck washing me gently, leaving nothing uncleansed. My turn, I washed every spot on his body and made sure, I cleaned his well-endowed penis. He slipped his hands around my waist pulling me into him, our bodies met soak and wet. Our lips touched like consenting elements of the mind, he buried his tongue deep in my mouth tasting my every thought. Slowly running his hands down my body, discovering my every curve. The dance floor had nothing on this moment, reaching ever so slowly down to my pussy he played with my clit, getting it even wetter, exploring me. I let out a moan, and threw my head back; he kissed my neck and made his way down to my breast, sucking them like undiscovered fruit. I couldn’t handle it I pulled away and wrapped myself in a towel and headed to my bed. Alex wasn’t far behind me; he grabbed me and gave me the length of his tongue, pushed me back on my bed. This was crazy, this was Alex. He pulled the towel off and slowly dabbed water from my body. Starting at my toes, he kissed his way to my pussy, my mind called, my body called I wanted him. Like a hungry tiger, tasting his prey he devoured me, his tongue played on my clit and his finger discovered my every depth. I moaned and arched my back; good, couldn’t explain what I was feeling. His eyes met mine and he made his way back to my lips. Kissing me was so perfect so deep; his hand still stroked my pussy keeping my body grinding. Breathing was so heavy, eyes shut I wanted more. Pushing him on his back, his dick pointed straight up and waiting. If dick was poetry his was written by hand and every word was felt. I tasted the tip, sucked it softly played with him, the further down I went the more he squirmed. I wanted it all, I took him all in, locked my jaws and created the perfection suction, up and down I went moving my tongue around to keep him guessing, where my mouth wasn’t, my hand was. Sucking him hard and keeping it wet, he slipped in and out of my lips, his body danced to my motions, I wanted everything he had. His body jerked, and flinched, his cum filled my mouth with a sweet bitter nectar it drizzled from the sides of my mouth; the rest flowed down my throat in a warm steady stream. He looked at me and I could feel him growing again, this wasn’t the end. I let him go and laid next to him, he pushed my legs apart, and fingered me hard, I knew he was ready for me, nothing would hold him back. Before I could take my next breath he thrust himself deep inside me, I was filled, I could feel his length and girth grinding against my sides, he thrust harder and harder, I couldn’t breathe, pussy was wet, he slid in and out, harder and harder and harder, my clit was on overload. I clasped my legs around him pulling him deeper and harder against me, grasping him as tight as I could I came, hard and loud I moaned and yelled, I didn’t hold back. He came hard, body quivering and face, frowned. Alex lay next to me, neither one of us wanted to move, I turned on my side and he formed his body to mine. I knew this wasn’t where we should be but, I needed this. I wonder what was going through his mind.