#1 Fan

I threw my keys onto the stand and tossed my heels aside. I let out a big sigh, so glad to be home from work! I checked my messages on my phone. None. So normal. A sistah has not been getting much play in 2008. I turned on the radio and let the XM stereo guide me into some soothing slow jams. My hands caressed the knobs on the shower as I turned the water on to a comfortable temperature. I undressed quickly, anticipating the water touching my skin. I submerged my nude body quickly into the unforgiving streams of the shower. I let the water cover every inch of me, pounding on my back, kissing behind my knees, massaging my scalp. The shower had it’s way with me for about thirty minutes. I decided my tired feet could stand no longer.

I grabbed a towel and wrapped It around my body. I did not bother to dry off. I tapped the keys on my keyboard summoning my computer out of hibernation. Time to check to see who loves me on Myspace. You see, I write erotic poetry and short stories. I post them on my page simply for the joy of it. I love to see the comments and reactions my words provoke. I smiled as I replied to the usual ‘suspects’ who send me messages on a regular basis. A little harmless flirting never hurt anyone, right? I scanned through the messages once again. One person in particular was missing! I realize that I had not ‘heard’ from him in a little over two weeks. I checked his profile to see when his last log in was. It was today. Hmm. I can count on him like clockwork to send me a personal message about my newest story or poem. He shoots straight, no chaser. He has no qualms in telling me if he disliked a story or what I could do to make it better. I dubbed him my #1 fan.

His status said he was “disappointed”. He didn’t ‘say’ anything to me about being in a foul state. I saw that he was online, so I had to send him a message:

Subject: Hi Stranger

Hey Daddy, what is going on with you? I have not heard from you in a hot minute. I miss you. I hope all is well.

I grabbed the remote and flipped through the channels as I waited for his reply. I turned back to my computer and smiled when I saw his message:

Subject: Re: Hi Stranger

Stranger? I think you are the stranger. I would like to start off by saying that you have not written anything new in awhile. New man maybe? Is he robbing you of your creative juices, so to speak?

P.S.

I miss you too

I smirked as I read his message. Someone sounds a bit jealous. He was right though. I had not written anything in awhile. I wish someone was robbing me of my creative juice, that way I would not have to stock up on so many batteries. Vibrators are great, but there is nothing like feeling the flesh of a man on top of you while he slides his love deep inside. Wow, I need some.

Subject: R we jealous?

You sound a little bit jealous daddy. LOL. No one is tasting my creative juices. I do need something to get me back in my freaky state of mind. I hate disappointing you daddy. So what do you suggest WE do to make things better?

Subject: I love it when you call me daddy

I will admit, I was a lil jealous when I thought of someone else kissing those full lips of yours. You look like you would taste so sweet. When I read what you write, it is so easy for me to imagine you saying those things to me. Or me being the leading man in your stories. That is what makes it better for me, baby.

Subject: Damn

I guess that is what makes you such a great “critic”, eh? I look forward to your feedback. You know you are my #1 fan right?

P.S.
I am very, very sweet. If you have diabetes I suggest you stay away from me.

Subject: Insulin shots aren’t that bad

You said I am your #1 fan. I will accept that title. I would love to have the title of the man who pleases you. What do you have on?

Subject: Nothing but a towel

I just got out of the shower. I am all clean for you daddy. So what do you want to do?

Subject: Lie down

I have never heard your voice, but it still sends chills up my spine when you call me “Daddy”. I can imagine those full lips all shiny from your lip gloss (and lady, you be working that lip gloss) saying “Dah-dee”. Damn girl, I can see you laid out on your bed like that pic of you in the green dress. Those sexy eyes just watching me. You having a devilish grin on your face. Something tells me you would torture me with those eyes. My manhood is pointing right at you as if to say “I want that right there”. I can see you laying on that bed, waiting for me. Those big, sexy, thick thighs looking like the sweetest chocolate. I want to start kissing you from your ankles and work my way up. Girl, I want to let my tongue touch EVERY inch of your body. I want you to recite “How to eat a peach” to me while I am exploring your thickness. You look like you get really wet baby. I want you to wear the heels you have on in that picture of you in the leopard print. You know, those clear heels.

Subject: The stripper heels?

Damn daddy, continue. I feel the creative juices flowing *smirk*. What else?

Subject: Yes, the stripper heels

I wa

Subject: huh?
You wa? That is it?

Subject: Myspace must’ve timed out on me

What I was saying was…I want you to have your hands behind your head like you do in that picture of you with the black shirt and the denims. I want to admire your body baby. Your whole essence turns me on. I know I am sounding like some horny net dude in typing this to you…but baby you have to know you turn me on. I don’t even like reading poetry like that! That is why I look forward to seeing what you post. You stepped away from the short stories for a hot minute now. The poems are great, don’t get me wrong. But I need something that is going to let me take long strokes, ya dig? Did you get what I said? LONG strokes. You wouldn’t be disappointed.

Subject: It is like that huh?

LONG strokes. I got you daddy. So you are telling me you are working with something like a python. Something like an anaconda. I can feel you. So finish telling me about what you want to do to me. You left off with me lying on the bed, naked except for the stripper shoes, with my hands behind my head.

Subject: You are so addictive

So you are lying there naked, with the stripper shoes on, head all behind your head. I am kissing your thighs. You are reciting “How to eat a peach” for me. It is like you are talking to me. Like you are giving me instructions on pleasing you. You say “Suddenly, I am greeted by that familiar unfamiliar feeling…” You have been tasted before, but you have never had my tongue, so it is unfamiliar to you.

You say “His wet tongue traces the outline of my womanhood. A delicate circle. Taking me places I have never been”. You stop there. You can’t finish because I am going to take you someplace you have NEVER been. I start kissing your lips. You are as sweet as I imagine. I could eat you all day! Your legs are shaking because you are kind of nervous. You are apprehensive about letting me do this to you. You don’t know me outside of myspace. But you relax. I know you would not let just anyone taste you like this. I won’t judge you. I am simply here to please you. You start getting into my mouth on your body. You start pushing my head in deeper to your wetness. You are moaning and calling me by my Myspace name. It is okay. As long as I am pleasing you, I am not worried. The more you moan, the more I want you. My tongue dips in and out of your pussy, coating my tongue with Alecia J.’s cream. I hope you don’t mind me looking up at you. Your nipples are so hard. You have them out and you are playing with them as I lick you. I reach up and touch them. This sets you on fire. My tongue is tasting you baby. Do you like that?

Subject: Don’t stop
-blank body-

Subject: Not until you cum

I ease up and let my fingers start to massage your inner walls. You are moaning like crazy. I am calling out poems for you to recite like I am calling out Cadence (remember Cadence in your Trois story?). You are trying to stay focused but I am making you feel so good, Alecia. You are sliding your body further down the bed, trying to get my fingers deeper inside of you. I smile as I see that pool of lust starting to form beneath you. You are trying to reach for my pants, but I move your hands away. I don’t want you to do a thing. I want to please you just like you have pleased me with every poem or story you have allowed me to read. I want to show you how your words torture me. I want you to see how it feels to have the fire build up inside of you. Are you feeling this way now?

Subject: How many miles is Augusta from Columbia?

-blank body-

Subject: 72 miles

About an hour away

Subject: Make that 45 minutes when you are horny

… I am cumming

Redundancy...

I woke up this morning
As usual, you were lying in the bed
But when I woke up this morning
I felt an ominous sense of dred

What if when you left me today
That was my last time seeing you?
What if you were taken from me in an instant?
Exactly what would I do?

But that was not what scared me
That did not make me quiver
It was the happiness from this thought
That made my body shiver

Not seeing you anymore
Not being greeted by your face
Not sharing my life with you
And finally have my space

I wanted to feel guilty for this thought
I tried to shake it away
But I kept catching myself smiling
As the thought haunted me through the day

When I stopped for the grocery
I picked up enough for just one meal
I shopped as though I was single
Just to see how it would feel

I put my wedding band in my purse
And allowed my finger to catch the sun
A smile stretched across my face
I flirted relentlessly just for fun

I felt quite giddy I must say
I couldn’t even fake some sort of shame
I practiced saying my title out loud
Conveniently dropping your last name

I felt as free as a bird
Racing through traffic to make it home
Looking forward to its emptiness
Desperately wanting my time alone

I frantically searched for my keys
And quickly pushed open the door
I didn’t even call out your name
Because I would not need to anymore

I threw my purse onto the sofa
And kicked my shoes wherever they fell
I knew this was your pet peeve
After ten years, I know you well

I brushed my hair in the sink
And didn’t bother to wipe it up
I removed your razor blades, your aftershave
Your toothbrush and your cup

I stretched out on the king sized bed
And selfishly enjoyed it was finally just mine
I pushed your pillows onto the floor
That’s when I got a glimpse of the time

It is seven-thirty two p.m.
You are usually home, by six thirty
I checked my cell phone for missed calls
My mind raced, where could he be?

I jumped to my feet and began to pace
Thinking of the awful things that may have occurred
I reached for the phone and called your momma
She said from you, she had not gotten a word

I hung up quickly as tears began to form
I did not want her to hear the fear in my voice
My heart beat faster and I began to sob
I would have you here now if I had a choice

I grabbed my keys and grabbed my coat
I put on the shoes I had thrown to the floor
And within in seconds I stopped where I stood
You were finally walking through the door

I threw my arms around you
And kissed you as though it were our first time
I pulled you closely and held you tight
And whispered “I thank God that you are mine!”

Everyday I go through these emotions
Everyday I think of life without you there
Everyday I come to the same revelations
Everyday I am grateful that you are here

The flames of our love may not be an inferno
But the fire still burns and our love still has light
I may not be in love with you every single moment
But I love you every day, every night

Red Roses for Ebony

I tried to keep my eyes focused on my buddy, Dan. He was telling me about the big promotion he got at work. Although he was very animated during his story, arms flailing, all of the gestures, I could not help but to notice the woman who was staring at me. She looked at me like I was a piece of steak. I try to look at Dan, but my eyes would drift back to her. I could feel her staring a hole into my skull.

“Dude, are you listening to me?” Dan said bringing me back to his reality.

From the blank expression on my face, he could tell I was not. He swiveled around to follow my eye line and see what I was looking at. He turned back to me looking confused.

“Are you daydreaming again bro?” Dan asked.

I figured Dan would not think I was looking at the black woman sitting two booths behind him. Her skin was the color of coffee, with one tablespoon of cream. Her wide, almond shaped, brown eyes were amazing. The dark eyeliner she wore made her eyes more intense. Her lips were so full they surpassed Angelina Jolie’s. She wore her hair in a neat upsweep. It was very simple but it gave her a regal look. A single strand hung over her eye. She would use her French tipped fingers to twirl it playfully. The peach colored blouse she wore complimented her skin perfectly.

“No, not at all.” I lied. “Now continue on about this big promotion.”

Dan began to tell his long, boring story again. You are getting more money, I get it. I tried not to make eye contact with the woman as she fumbled through her purse, left cash on the table for her meal, and began to walk our way. As she came near our booth, I lifted my menu to cover my face.

“Hello gentlemen.” The seductress said.

“Sup ma?” Dan replied grinning broadly.

I gave him a quick kick under the table. He winced at me and threw his hands up to question my actions. The seductress gave Dan an annoyed glared, and then looked over at me. Her eyes were more beautiful up close. Her shiny lip gloss made her lips look even more full, juicy and tasty.

“Hello. My name is Allan.” I said standing to greet her.

“No need to stand. I am happy to see that chivalry is not dead.” She glanced at Dan again quickly and refocused on me.

“Nice to meet you Allan.” She said extending her manicured hand to shake mine. “My name is Ebony. I could not help but notice you from over there. You have some amazing blue eyes, Allan”.

Ebony. Such a fitting name. If I had a bit more courage, I would have said that. I could feel the blood rushing to my face. I knew I had to be beet red right now. Embarrassing.

“Thank you, Ebony.” I said shyly.

“If I am not being too forward Allan, I would like to give you my number. Maybe we can do lunch, dinner, breakfast or something.” Ebony said as she scribbled her number on a stray piece of paper she dug out of her purse.

“Wait, that is, if you want it.” She held the number clutched in her hands and paused, waiting on my response.

I wanted to yell “Fuck yeah I will take it! Are you out of your mind?”, but I kept my cool.

“Sure” I said coolly.

She slowly and playfully placed the number in the palm of my hand. She looked at me from the corner of her eye.

“Are you going to use it, Allan?” she asked.

“Definitely, Ebony.” I assured her.

“Okay. I look forward to hearing from you. You have a nice day.” She smiled at me, waved half-heartedly at Dan, and sashayed out of the restaurant.

Dan sat across from me grinning like a cat as he watched the Nubian Goddess walk away. I knew he could not wait for her to be out of earshot. When he saw his opening he reached across the table and flipped one end of the collar of my polo up.

“What was that for?” I asked laughing.

“I am popping your collar. You are a player man! That shit was like a movie. Eb-bon-ee.” Dan proclaimed. “She sure is Ebony. Even black chics are hollering at a playa!”

The black couple in the booth across from us gave Dan an annoyed look. I shrugged my shoulder to indicate it was not me.

“Have you ever dated a black chic, dude?” Dan asked loudly.

“Lower your voice!” I said to Dan. “No. I have never dated an African American.”
“Allan, dude, they don’t care if you say black or African American. As long as you do not call them the ‘N’ word, they are cool.” Dan said in his loud voice.

The black couple, woman and man, looked at Dan as though he were a dead man walking. If looks could kill, he would be dead this very moment. Here lies my friend Dan. Face down in some watery chowder, in booth number 9 at Orion’s Restaurant.

“I would never say the ‘n’ word” I said loud enough for the couple to hear.

The man and woman shook their head in pity for me for the behavior of my friend and continued to eat.

Dan got the hint and leaned forward to talk to me in barely a whisper.

“So, are you going to call her?” he asked.

“I don’t know.” I replied.

“Did you see those lips? Dude, you should totally bone her and tell me what it is like. I bet it would be some National Geographic, jungle fever love!” Dan exclaimed.

I shook my head at my friend, grabbed a few dollars out of my wallet to pay for my meal and walked off.

“What did I say!” Dan yelled behind me. “Call me if you bone the black chic. I meant, African American!”

*******

I was excited about my first date with Ebony tonight. I will admit, I had never dated a black woman before. I never really noticed them into I went off to college. My parents said they were not racist. However, I have overheard plenty of stereotypical comments they made about people of other races. Black people were always stealing or on crack according to them. I don’t recall having one black friend in grade school. I don’t really recall having a black kid in our school. Like Dan, I let MTV and BET depict to me what black people were about. The black women were usually scantily clad, long hair and finger nails, shaking their butts to the beat of the rapper’s song. If they were not dancing in a video, they were cooking in the kitchen. There were really no black people in Idaho.

When I went off to college to further my education, I broadened my mind as well. The African Americans in my class were just as smart, if not more so, than the whites. The African American women in our class did not look like they immediately left class to be in someone’s videos. I was drawn to one woman in particular. Gayle. Saying her name plays a theme song in my head. Her skin was the darkest I had ever seen. She was almost opal. Her skin was so smooth and pretty. Her teeth were gleaming white. Every time she looked my way, she would smile and wave at me. We studied for a few Psych exams simultaneously in the library. I can’t say we were together. She would be there. I would be there. We often sat at the same table. She would smile and nod to me. I would smile and nod to her. There was no way a beauty like her would want a nerdy white guy like me. I would have given my left arm to get a taste of her chocolate.

If I lined up all of the women of my past, you would see a pattern forming. Most of my girlfriends had long, brown hair and deep brown eyes. They were also all white. Well, one was born in Costa Rica. But her parents were white Americans. That is as exotic or different as it got.

My navigator system directed me to Ebony’s place. I became a little nervous as the street lights became scarcer and the people hanging out in the streets increased. None of them looked like me. Instinctively, I locked the door. My navigator system advised me I was just near my destination. I looked at the shabby apartment building. I was uneasy. There were four or five young, black males standing outside. I did not want to honk and be rude to Ebony. I did not want to call her to tell her I was outside either. I didn’t want to appear like a punk. I took a deep breath, clutched the lavender rose I bought for her, set my fears aside and began my wobbly legged walk up the path towards the men and Ebony’s building.

One man must have informed the others that I was coming up the walkway. All heads turned around and looked at me. I took each step carefully and deliberately. I did not want to show any fear. What was I fearful of? They were men just like me.

“What’s up man?” The tallest of the crew said to me.

“Hey. How are you?” I grimaced as the words came out. I bet I sounded like a dorky white guy.

Sporadic, friendly hellos came from the crew. I knew their eyes were on me as I walked past them. That did not hurt a bit. What was I so afraid of?

I made my way into the dimly lit corridor of the apartment building. I could hear the elevator clacking its way down to the ground floor. It opened very slowly, making a loud screeching noise as the doors moved. An elderly woman tried to drag a heavy cart out of the slowly opening doors. I rushed to her side to assist her.

“I have that for you ma’am.” I said.

“Why thank you baby! I appreciate that so much.” She replied giving me a warm smile.

I pulled the heavy cart through the elevator doors. The door to the elevator did not open all of the way. I was startled by a young man who came over and placed his hand on the cart.

“Thanks man. I got it. I appreciate you helping my grandmother though.” The young man said extending his hand to shake mine.

I gave him a quick shake. I looked around and saw there were stairs available. I used my better judgment and thought against using the elevator. Ebony lived on the third floor, so that would not be much of a walk. The pungent odor of the stairwell assaulted my nostrils immediately. It smelled like urine, old diapers and God knows what else. I put my hand over my nose and took the stairs three at a time. I finally made it to the third floor. I burst through the doors waiting to be greeted by fresher air. The air of the hallway was stifling, but not as pungent as the air of the stairwell.

“Slumming today are we?” A lady said looking at me suspiciously.

I ignored her comment and looked at the doors searching for apartment 4D. Found it. I knocked on the door gently. I realized afterwards there was a doorbell.

“Coming!” I could hear someone say.

The person began quickly removing chains off of the door. Finally, the door cracked. The look on Ebony’s face was of surprise. She gave me a bright smile and hugged me. Ebony. What a fitting name.

“Oh wow. I thought you would call me when you were outside so I could come down.” She said.

“A gentleman would come to your door to pick you up.” I replied.

I tried to keep my eyes on her face. I could not help but to notice the low cut, tan dress Ebony was wearing. Her full breasts looked as though they were struggling to be released. Her waist was so small in comparison to her wide hips. Her legs looked delicious. Her neatly manicured toes were on display in the gold heels she wore. Her hair was down now. She wore a bob that neatly framed her face. Her bangs hung over her eye, giving her a sexy Jessica Rabbit appeal. She bit her luscious glossed lips allowing me to enjoy the view. I could feel the tent building in my pants.

“Um, I brought you this rose.” I said nervously presenting the now beaten rose to her.

“Thank you Allan!” she said graciously. She planted a lip glossed kiss on my cheek.

I will not be washing that for days.

“Lavender roses represent enchantment.” I beamed.

“They also represent love at first sight.” She smiled “Let me go get my sweater and then I am ready to go!’

She left me standing there in a trail of her perfume. She smelled like a warm spring day in the park, amongst the flowers. I would love to sniff her flower. She came back, smiling at me. We made it safely out of the creaky, old elevator and main floor. The same group of guys were standing outside as we were leaving. They nodded at us as we left. I held her door open to my car, to her surprise, and she hopped in.

“So where would you like to go?” I asked.

“Wherever you take me.” she replied with a giggle.

I could have done a lot with that invitation. I chose to stick to the gentleman’s role.

“Do you eat seafood?” I asked.

“Sure.”

“Great. I know a nice little seafood place that I will take you to. Cool?”

“Cool!” she replied.

I fiddled with the radio station to find some music we could drive to. I was listening to a motivational CD on public speaking.

“What station would you like me to turn to?” I asked.

“Do you have any gangsta rap?” she asked.

She must’ve seen the expression on my face because she let out an infectious laugh. I laughed too, nervously.

“I like all music. Whatever you play, I will listen to.” She said.

“Okay, so Garth Brooks it is!” I joked.

Her eyes widened.

“Just kidding! Just kidding!” I held my hands up in mock surrender and left the radio on the local pop station.

Instinctively, I let down the windows of my car to enjoy the cool night air.

“Oh no! My hair!” Ebony proclaimed.

I looked over to see Ebony’s neat bob flying all over her head. I quickly hit the button to let the window up.

“I am so sorry Ebony.” I said.

“You know sistas don’t like messing up their hair!” she laughed. “You don’t roll the window down or drop the top of the car unless a sistas hair is pinned up. And you don’t go asking a sista to get her hair wet after a fresh relaxer. There is a waiting period of three weeks.”

“I didn’t know sistas hair had so many rules.” I mocked. “Can a sistas hair take the sunroof?”

“Why yes. Yes it can.” Ebony smiled at me.

I gave her my dimpled grin as I pushed the button to open the sunroof.

“So, what else do you know about sistas?” Ebony asked.

“Honestly, not much. You are the first sista, I mean African American woman that I have gone out with.” I replied.

“It’s okay to say black, Allan. It is less words.” She said. “So I am the first?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm. So why me?” she asked.

I bit my bottom lip. I really did not know how to answer that. Why her? I had never thought of dating a black woman before. I found them to be quite attractive. I had impregnated the article of my magazine with Meagan Goode plenty of times. I would die a happy man for one kiss from the lips of Kerry Washington. I have exchanged long glances with a black woman or two over time. And let’s not forget Gayle.

“I guess I never had the courage to approach a black woman before.” I finally replied.

“So had I not approached you, we would not be here right now?” Ebony asked.

“Honestly, we probably wouldn’t.” I replied.

“Well, you know what they say,” she chuckled “Once you go black-“

“You never go back!” I exclaimed.

She reached over and gave me a playful hit on the arm.

“No. Your credit rating goes down!” she said between giggles.

I loved hearing her laugh. I loved seeing it even more. Her beautiful, chocolate drop breasts would bounce up and down. Her full, luscious lips would expand, and then part, revealing her Colgate smile. She must have felt my eyes staring at her and decided to break the awkward silence.

“I have never dated a white man before, Allan.” She replied turning towards me.

“So, why me?” I asked.

She bit her bottom lip. It looked so sexy when she did. My pant tent had to be noticeable at this point.

“I don’t know. It is like your blue eyes were calling me. They were so beautiful. Your black hair really draws attention to them. You kinda reminded me of Clark Kent.” She laughed. “And your smile. It was so warming. I will be honest and say that curiosity played a big role in this. But I had to come and at least see if it were possible.”

I felt the blood rush to my face. I knew I was blushing again.

“Aww! Did I embarrass you?” Ebony an her manicured fingers across my arms.

I could feel the goose bumps popping up. It was like electricity surged through me from her touch. I had never been this aroused by a woman before.

We finally made it to the restaurant. There was a half hour wait, but I did not mind. The hostess raised her eyebrow when she looked at my companion. It seemed as though quite a few people were staring at us. Some glanced and quickly looked away. Some had no qualms with completely staring. Black men gave Ebony a look of disdain. I swore I one of them say “What a waste.” I did not care. I had a beautiful woman, a Nubian goddess, with me. I was entranced by her laughter. I hung on her every word. Our eyes stayed connected to each others. The wait time until we were seated seemed to fly by.

Ebony ordered a lobster dish with pasta. I ordered stuffed whiting. We ate and told each other of our lives. I told her about I was the eldest of four brothers and sisters. I attended Boise State University in Idaho and graduated with a Bachelors of Applied Science for Horticulture. She seemed impressed when I told her the rose I gave her was from my own garden.

Ebony said she was an only child. Her mother and father passed away a little more than two years ago in a car accident. She was currently attending college to obtain a nursing degree. She wanted to help others, especially children. She had never been married, was twenty-four, and loved just about everything under the sun. She was roommates with her cousin, who was like a sister to her.

We ate, laughed and enjoyed our wine. After dinner we took a nice stroll through the park nearby. The night air was cool. Ebony leaned closer to me for warmth. I thanked God for making it cool that night. I loved the feel of her warm breath. I rubbed her smooth skin to warm her and chase the goose bumps away. Our first date was beautiful.

Over the next few months, Ebony and I went on several special dates. She was such an amazing woman. We became exclusive. I gave her a key to my place, she gave me a key to hers. I brought her by my place and showed her my makeshift garden on the fire escape of my apartment. I told her I was planting something special for her.

“When will I see them Allan!” she said giddy.

“When the time is right, Ebony.” I replied.

That day we shared our first kiss. Her lips were softer and sweeter than I imagined. It seem as though time stood still and for that moment, we were the only two on earth. It was a hot summer’s night. Ebony wore a shit sundress. It made her look like an angel. Her pretty, brown eyes met mine. We paused in silence. I embraced her. I loved how she felt. Four months was well worth the wait for this kiss. I ran my fingers through her hair. I loved how it’s texture. I caressed the back of her neck and drew her lips to me once more. I kissed her lips passionately.

My hormones were in overdrive. I had to see how this woman felt. I wanted to be deep inside of her. We had agreed early on that we would not rush sex. We did not want to get into it just to see what it would be like to be with a person of another race. Our pact allowed me the opportunity to get to know Ebony on a mental level. I did not rush into the physical as I had in my past relationships. I found myself checking my cell phone several times a day for her call. I could hear her smile. I lay in bed many nights imagining what it was going to be like to be with her. If I finally had the opportunity to do so. I learned a lot about African Americans in general. A lot of the stereotypes I grew up believing were demolished. She was a woman, just like any other woman. Black, white, or other. She wanted a man to love her. She wanted a family. She wanted to be appreciated for her mind and not just her body. She wanted so much in life. And I wanted her.

We were kissing so long; we plopped down on the couch as our legs gave way. We continued to feed on each other’s lips. My hands became bolder than they had before. I slip my hands down Ebony’s long back, around her waist and made my way to her full breasts. I massaged her breasts until I could feel her nipples attempting to make their way out their restraints. Ebony let out deep sighs and continued to feed on my lips. I became bolder and slid my hand inside of her sundress and into her bra. I managed to get her nipple right nipple free. I kissed down her neck and spotted her stiff nipple peering at me. My warm mouth hungrily devoured her nipple. I flicked my tongue over her nipple, enjoying how she moaned and pulled my head closer. I pulled back to admire how my moist mouth made her chocolate nipples shine. I was hungry for more. Ebony allowed me to remove her arms from her sundress. I looked at her sitting there, nude from the waist up. She looked at me shyly and bit her bottom lip. That always drives me wild. I went in for more of her beautiful breasts. Savoring each one so the other one not be jealous.

Ebony’s body felt so warmed. She moaned so seductively in my ear. She kissed my neck and lips with as much desire as I was giving her. She clawed at the back of my neck. She nibbled on my ears. I rubbed her smooth back. I massaged her breasts. I sucked her nipples until they almost felt as though they would burst. My right hand found her thigh. My hand was on her smooth skin. I slid my hand slowly up her thigh until I met her garden. I could feel that she was not wearing any panties. I smiled to myself as my fingers enjoyed her wetness. She let out another seductive moan. I sucked at her nipple and dove my finger deeper inside of her. She arched her back to receive me. The room filled with the scent of her desire.

“I want you Ebony. I want you so badly!” I whispered in her ear.

She moved my hand from her moisture and began buttoning her sun dress to cover her nude body. I looked at her puzzled.

“Did I do something wrong? Is everything ok?” I asked.

The moonlight peering through the window cast a shadow across her face. I could see that her eyes were filling with tears. She hurriedly dressed herself and stood up.

“I can’t right now Allan.” She said trying to fight back the tears.

I was so confused. I thought this was what she wanted too. She seemed to be enjoying how I was making her body feel.

“Ebony, please tell me. Did I do something wrong?” I pleaded.

She shook her head quickly and made her way to the door. I had to move quickly to catch up to her.

“Baby! Is everything okay? I thought you wanted me too. I didn’t mean to cross a line here.” I assured her.

She finally stopped attempting to run from me and let go of her grip on the door. Tears streaked her cheeks.

“I do want you Allan. I really do. But I don’t want to do this until the time is right. You did nothing wrong.” She leaned toward me and gave me the most endearing embrace.

I hugged her not wanting to let her go. I did not know what was troubling her. I wanted to relieve her of whatever it was that burdened her. But I had grown to know Ebony. She would tell me on her own time. If I pressed her, she would pull away. She gave me a long kiss good night.

Three weeks had passed since I heard from Ebony. My phone calls were not returned. I did not want to pop up at her place. I wondered if she was seeing someone else. I wondered if she did not want to be with me because I was not black. Dan could not believe I was being so patient and so faithful to a woman I had not had sex with yet.

“Man, I don’t think I want to date a black woman.” He said. “Once you go black, they make your mind whack.”

By the sixth week, I had given up on Ebony. I wondered if I was just an experiment for her. I lathered the shampoo in my hand and began to wash my hair. I guess I needed to free my mind of her. I suppose it was not meant to be. I lathered my body up real good with soap. It was Friday and I refused to stay in the house pining over one woman. I tried to gear my mind up that I was going to be a beast tonight on the town. I had not had sex in so long, waiting for Ebony. I let the water cover my face. Through watery eyes, I thought I saw a shadowy figure outside of my shower. I grabbed my wash cloth and wiped the shampoo away from my eyes. I grabbed my towel so I could check to see if what I thought I saw was accurate.

I felt her hands caress my cheeks. I could make it the shadowy figure. It was Ebony.

“I am so sorry I startled you Allan.” She said. “I knocked at the door but no one answered. I used my key to let myself in.”

She bit her bottom lip nervously, bracing herself for what I was going to say. It drove me wild when she did that. I was too excited to ruin this moment by yelling at her. I was just so happy to have her here.

“I am making a mess, huh?” she said looking at the puddle that was forming outside of my shower.

She stepped out of her shoes and climbed into the shower with me, fully clothed.

“But baby I thought you said sistas don’t like getting their hair wet?” I said jokingly.

“It has been a little more than three weeks. And hell, I would do anything for love.” She smiled.

She slid her pants over her shapely thighs. The water poured down on her head. She laughed and flipped her wet hair back. She attempted to pull her shirt over her head. I came over to help her. Her eyes met mine as she took her lacey bra off. Her beautiful chocolate mounds popped free. She slowly slid her panties off. For the first time she stood before me, nude. Her body was shapelier than I had imagined. Every curve looked as though God handcrafted them himself. He took a little extra time and added extra detail to the area where the small of her back met her ass. It was so round and sexy. It added to her curvatures. I did not try to hide my erect manhood.

Ebony came towards me and began to kiss me with those full lips. Her kiss was different. It was with more passion than before. I had to lean against the shower wall to steady myself. She was ravenous. The water from the shower rained down on us. Her hair was drenched. The beads of water crystallized her chocolate body. I let my hands roam freely down her back, to her waist and rest on her ample ass. I loved how this felt. I loved how she tasted.

“I love you Ebony!”

The words poured from my lips before I knew it. I was in shock for a moment before I realized I uttered them. Then I felt validated by my words. I repeated them again.

“I love you Ebony. I love you so much baby.”

The water from the shower was now greeted by tears of my own. It felt as though the weight of the world had been lifted off of my shoulders. All of those weeks of not seeing her did not matter. It was as though I saw her just yesterday. I loved this woman. I wanted her. I needed her to know this.

“I love you.” I said again, caressing her face.

I was looking down into her beautiful brown eyes. I could see that tears were forming. I braced myself, hoping she would not run off again. I would not stop her. She knew how I felt. She would have to accept it or leave it. Her body trembled. Her lips moved but no words were uttered. Finally, she grabbed me and hugged me so tightly.

“I love you too Allan! I love you too!” she was sobbing uncontrollably.

I had to hold her so she would not fall. I picked her wet, shivering body up and carried her to my bedroom. We both lay in my bed, soaked. Ebony began kissing me with her full lips. I kissed her. We were kissing each other like we would never see one another again.

My hands caressed her chocolate mounds. I tasted her delicious skin once again. I massaged at her breasts as she moaned. Goosebumps made their way over my body. I kissed on her sweet body. I let my tongue glide over her nipples until she begged for me to stop. I kissed down her stomach, following the black line that pointed me to salvation. Ebony rose slightly to look down at me. Her legs were trembling. I paused. I wanted to be sure I did not violate her trust in any way. She nodded her head at me.

“It is time Allan.”

Her words were music to my ears. I was anxious to dive into her wet desire. But I did not want to rush this moment. For the first time, I would be tasting her sweet, sweet chocolate. I kissed her thick thighs. I sucked on her manicured toes. I allowed my lips to taste each part of her body. I feasted on her like the last supper. I drove her crazy. I teased and pleased her until it was time for dessert.

I spread her legs and looked at the sight before me. Her petals of her flower were so big and brown. I could see her pink center. A thin outline of dark curly hairs adorned her garden. I used my fingers to move her pedals aside and took in the beauty of her waiting bulb. I sucked gently at her clitoris. Her body shivered. My lips covered her desire. I savored her sweetness. I indulged on her chocolate. I drove her crazy. Her wet hair thrashed everywhere. She clawed at my back. She pulled me into her garden and pushed me out. She tried to calm herself to take the intensity of my tongue. She climaxed, and climaxed again.

“Allan, please. I need to feel you inside of me.” Ebony begged.

She pulled me up to her and kissed her love from my lips. She pushed me forcefully onto the bed. Her aggressiveness turned me on. I was harder than I had ever been. Her smooth hands ran down my chest. Her manicured nails ran over my thighs. She caressed my manhood gently. I looked at her as she lowered her full, luscious lips over my head. The contrast of her succulent brown lips against my pink head was almost artistic. She winked at me as though she were reading my mind. Her lips covered my manhood. I was in heaven. She sucked gently. Her tongue gently making love to my shaft. Her full lips quivered over my shaft. I don’t know how she did it, but her lips made the scene even more seductive. She clawed at my stomach with one hand and massaged my balls with the other. The sensation was stunning. A curled my toes so tightly, I cramped.

She used her mouth to make love to me, bringing me to the brink of an orgasm. Then she released my dick from her mouth. I looked in despair for her to continue to bring my body so much pleasure. She climbed up on top of me, leaned forward and planted a kiss on my lips.

“You were so delicious, Allan.” She smiled at me. “Are you ready for me to take you for a ride?”

I nodded my head excitedly.

“Are you ready for me to take you through the jungles of Africa, Allan?”

I nodded my head more frantically. My body screamed for her. There was an orgasm building in my belly and waiting to be released.

Ebony kissed me once again on my lips. With a sinister smile, she climbed off of me and repositioned herself. She stood over me, with her back facing me. She squatted down slowly over my erect dick. Her ass looked glorious from this view. I almost exploded immediately when her wet garden made contact with my hoe. She slid every inch of me inside of her. Round and round. She worked my hips. I gripped at the sheets as she moved meticulously. She rolled her hips round and round on my dick. She would raise her body, using her legs and squat back down quickly planting all of me inside of her. I tried so hard not to cum. The sight of her beautiful chocolate ass wiggling around could drive any sane man crazy. She repositioned herself out of her squatting position, still housing my manhood deep inside of her. She leaned back allowing me to caress her chocolate mounds. I stroked at her neck. I pulled at her hard nipples as she moaned. She continued to grind her hips, soaking my thighs with her chocolate love. I could feel her pussy grip my dick tightly, then release it slightly. She massaged my balls as she slid up and down my dick in the reverse position. I couldn’t hold it in any more.

“Baby, I am about to let it go!” I yelled.

She quickly slid me out of her hot twat and into her thick ass. I had not time to state my apprehensions of inserting my penis into her ass. Her full, chocolate ass devoured my dick. Her additional sweet spot sucked the cream from my body. I gave her every drop I had inside of me. I grabbed her waist as she let her ass suck me dry. I clenched my teeth and released all of my love inside of her. We lay, wet, exhausted and covered in our love for each other.

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I watched her as she slept peacefully. Her black hair stuck to her smooth brown skin. Her long lashes looked hand painted. Ebony’s beautiful body covered my bed. She was filled with my love. Ebony. Such a fitting name.

I went to my makeshift garden on the fire escape. I had carefully cultivated these roses over the last few months. Much like I helped to cultivate the love I have for Ebony. With patience, tolerance and understand, our love bloomed. These roses bloomed. They were a beautiful, deep shade of red. Their scent was light, not overpowering. It filled the morning air. It was time. Time to select twelve of the most beautiful roses I could find in my garden. It was time to give these roses to the sweetest, loving, most beautiful woman I had ever known. My Nubian goddess. These red roses were for Ebony.

Fuck the Police

Damn! That party was incredible! I am so happy that Kimberly convinced me to go. I was apprehensive at first; being in public in my lingerie and reciting my seductive poetry. I am not a shy person, but I am kinda old fashioned. I still believe that only my man or that special someone should see me in my intimate apparel. I chose a tasteful, yet seductive ensemble. I wore my long, black gown from Fredrick’s of Hollywood. There were a few sheer lines on the outfit, yet if left plenty to the imagination and showed some intricate details if you know what I mean. I didn’t have shit else to do on my birthday (of all days) but after a few drinks and seeing the sexy men there, I was fine. Everyone love the few poems I selected to bless them with. Beautiful. Now I had to face the hour drive from Augusta to Columbia at 4 am.

After a few goodbyes and the exchanging of numbers, I made my way through the dispersing crowd. I sauntered through the sea of ladies and men in their intimate apparel, not even bothering to use the wrap I brought to cover myself. My marabou slippers echoed on the pavement of the parking lot as I made my way to my car. I opened the door and let out a sigh of relief once my tired body hit the seats. I tossed my wrap in the backseat. I was truly dreading this ride!

I coasted down I-20 with the window down. I hoped the sound of the air rushing pass would aid me in staying awake. I tried hard not to give in to Dwele’s sensuous voice. This man can sing me to sleep any time. His voice, me being so tired, accompanied by the empty road…I hoped to make it home safely. I should have taken Dee up on her offer to stay over at her place for the night. But the comfort of my own bed was calling me. You just don’t know how comfortable my bed is! In the distance, I could see the sign telling me that I have 56 more miles to get home. Damn! Focus Alecia. Stay awake and stay alive!

I was jarred from my piece by the blue lights flashing behind me. I knew I was not speeding because I set my cruise control to an even 70 to resist the urge. They had to be after someone else. I hit my turning signal and slid on over to the right lane. The blue lights followed me. Shit! What could I possibly have done? It was so late and so dark outside, I was nervous. What if it was not really the police? My mind raced to all of the tips I have heard to do in situations such as this. I continued to drive for about a mile with the blue lights behind me. I could see a well lit area up ahead. I slowed my car up to a stop safely on the shoulder. I kept my car in drive and my foot on the brake until I could make out that it was an actual police vehicle. The door to the police car opened and a tall, male figure stepped out. He walked quickly over to my door and tapped on the window. I slowly rolled the window down.

“Do you mind putting your car in park ma’am and passing me your license?” he asked

“May I see your badge officer?” I managed to say as my shaky hand passed him my license.

He looked annoyed for a moment. He held his flashlight to his badge and leaned forward.

“I-I am not trying to be difficult, Officer Davis” I said as I read his name “but it is so late, I am a woman and it is dark-“

“No need to explain. You are doing the right thing. Now do you mind putting your vehicle in park and stepping out of the vehicle?” he said sternly.

My hands were shaking as I pulled the gear shift to park. I left my car on. I looked down and realized that I had on my sheer gown. Oh my goodness, this Officer may think I am crazy or something! I tried to quickly reach in the backseat for my wrap.

“Ma’am! Keep your hands where I can see them and step out of the vehicle please!” Officer Davis yelled.

I was afraid to make any sudden movements. I put my hands up as I had seen in movies and stepped out of my car. It seemed as though the spotlight was shining down on me. My nipples were erect and protruding through my gown. Here I stood, on the interstate, in the wee hours of the morning, in barely anything. Officer Davis shined his flashlight on me as well.

“Is that flashlight necessary, Officer? I mean, we are under this bright light and all as is” I protested.

A truck passed by and honked their horn.

“That person has no problem seeing me” I said disgusted.

Officer Davis completely ignored my statement and continued to shine his light on me and inside my vehicle.

“Miss Johnson, have you been drinking tonight?”

“I had a few drinks earlier. But I assure you I am far from intoxicated.”

“Do you mind walking to the back of your vehicle so we can get you out of the road?” he said.

I looked up at him. If he were not being such a dick by pulling me over, I would say that he was a handsome man. He had nice, smooth, chocolate skin. His teeth were extremely straight and white. His eyes were demanding, yet comforting. I walked to the back of my vehicle trying hard to cover as much of my body with my arms and hands as I could.

“Turn around, lean forward on the vehicle and spread your legs about shoulder length apart please, Ms. Johnson.”

“But, what did you pull me over for? What did I do?” I pleaded as I obeyed his orders.

I did not want to get shot over a misunderstanding. My hands trembled as my fingers touched the cold trunk of my car. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes but I refused to play the helpless and weak role.

“Do you have any weapons on you that I should be aware of, Miss Johnson?”

“Do you see what I have on! Seriously, where am I going to hide a thing?” I retorted.

“Miss Johnson, could you answer the question please.”

“No Officer Davis, I do not!” I said through gritted teeth.

“Well, I am going to pat you down now.”

I was enraged at this point. I thought a male officer was not supposed to lay hands on a woman. I did not want to argue my small knowledge of the law. Maybe if I just cooperated he would let me go.

I felt his strong hands slide over my shoulders and down my arms. Goosebumps met his fingers. Officer Davis then slid his hands up the insider of my arms. He stood closely behind me. I could feel his body pressed against mine. His hands made their way up my arms and slid down the sides of my torso. His fingertips grazed my waist and then his hands met my thighs. His strong hands felt sensational on me. I tried hard to hold onto my anger but this feeling was turning me on.

His hands traced down my outside of my thighs, over my calved and to my ankles; the length of my gown. Officer Davis positioned himself closer to me and his hands were directly on my ankles. Now he moved over my inner thighs, slowly. I could feel the moisture building up in my love nest. His smooth, strong hands stopped short of touching my waiting lips.

“Is-is all of this necessary Officer?” I said trying to fake concern.

“Are you going to resist caress, Alecia J.?” Officer Davis said. His lips were right near my ear. I could feel his warm breathe on my neck. He reached for my arms and pulled them behind my back. I felt the cold steel clamp down.

“Am I being arrested? Am I under arrest!” I yelled frantically. How did he know my name?

I tried to swivel around to face Officer Davis, but his hands on my back kept me in place. I once again felt his lips against my ear.

“Calm down Alecia” he whispered “The cuffs are not locked, so you can get free if you choose. I want you to know that I will not harm you at all. Relax.”

Something in his tone put my mind at ease. I stopped trying to fight the Officer.

“I was at the party you left, manning the door. When you stepped up there and did your poems, it took everything in me not to cum. It was like you were talking to me. Your words were so seducing. And you standing there in your lingerie made it even harder. Literally and figuratively. I loved how you expressed your wants and desires so eloquently. You are a sensual woman.”

Officer Davis’ lips slid were on my neck. They felt so full and delightful. His wet tongue began tasting my skin. I let out a barely audible sigh. I could feel a bulge pressing against my back.

“Were you talking to me Alecia J.? Were you?”

I answered by arching my back and allowing my ass to greet the bulge. I began moving slowly using my ass to massage what I assumed was a hard on.

“I imagined it was me in your poems, doing all the naughty things you spoke of to you. I pictured me tasting you. I bet you are so delicious, Alecia J. I bet you have a beautiful second set of lips. If those luscious lips on your face are any indication, I am certain your second set of lips are just as tasty and inviting.”

Officer Davis’ hands tenderly massaged my breast. His thumbs traced my swollen nipples. I moaned uncontrollably. I was oblivious to the cars that may have passed, the motorist who may have been able to see me in my lingerie, pressed against this car, handcuffed, with a sexy officer standing so close behind me with his hands on my breasts. The scene alone made my clitoris stand erect. Officer Davis’ lips nibbled on my soft skin. They felt divine.

“So, let me ask you again; are you hiding any weapons other than this sexy, round ass and those big, succulent breasts?” Officer Davis’ said in my ear.

“I am not hiding anything daddy.” I replied.

“I think I am going to have to give you a cavity search.”

“What might you be looking for?”

“Your G-spot.”

I felt his thick index finger into me. My hard nipples were pressed against the cold window of my car. His finger slid in slowly, getting as deep as he could get. He began moving around the outline of my wall, in a slow, circular motion. My body responded to his slow strokes with a stream of desire running down my inner thighs. His body was pressed hard against mine, as his finger explored my walls.

“Aaaah.” I sighed softly.

“I think I found it. I think I found your gspot.” Officer Davis whispered.

I know he found! My legs felt wobbly from his pleasant assault on my pussy. He massaged my lips with his thumb and middle fingers.

“Oooh baby! You are making my pussy feel so good!” I moaned.

“Am I? Do you like it? Is this what you were describing in your poems? You like how I feel? You love having this pussy pleased, don’t you?” he said.

“I dooo. I dooo” I murmured.

His tongue licked the back of my neck, while his finger continued to tantalize my pussy. I did not think my body could stand this much pleasure.

“I have a thick, long, nightstick that I am sure you would enjoy way more than my finger.” He cooed in my ear.

“Ooh, I want to try the night stick! I want the nightstick!” I yelled.

My body trembled as I lost the war of fighting off the impending orgasm. I held on to the roof of my car to keep my balance. I anticipated the arrival of his nightstick.

His mouth grazed my ear as he whispered “I think this time I will let you off with a warning. The next time, you won’t be so lucky”.

He pulled his finger from my soaking, wet pussy and began to scribble on his pad. He ripped a sheet from the pad and handed it to me. I stood there in awe. He hit the brim of his hat, gave me a wink, and walked back to his car.

I slid my weary, barely dressed body into my car seat. Officer Davis rode up near me and motioned for me to roll the window down. I obliged.

“Make sure you drive safely, Alecia J. And don’t forget to buckle up!” he said playfully.

“And if I do?” I asked.

“A warning this time lady. A warning!”

Officer Davis drove off onto the stretch of road. I looked down at the paper and saw that he had scribbled his name and number. I grinned to myself thinking of the hell that man is going to be in when I do get my hands on him, on my turf. Yes, I am definitely going to fuck the police!

Trois: Things sistas do for good dick

Cadence


I glanced nervously in the mirror. I had to check my make-up and my hair. Time was ticking away too slowly. I wanted this to hurry up and be done with before I back out.
Daryl was sitting in the chair smiling like he had won the major lottery. Shit. In actuality he did. How many women would take their man up on an offer to bring another woman to bed? I must have lost my mind.

I adjusted my garters and tighten the ankle straps on my shoe.

“Baby, you know you look damn good. Stop stressing this.”

Daryl came up behind me and wrapped his muscular arms around my waist. He pulled me near him. I could feel those twelve inches poking me in my back. His full lips kissed me on my neck. I reach my hand up and caressed his head.

He slid his hand down my thigh. This brother is so smooth. I get wet just hearing his voice. It has been four years since we have been together. Three years since he made me his wife. Daryl has been good to me since day one. I could not ask for a better man. Emotionally. Mentally. Financially. And, did I mention twelve inches? Yeah.

I closed my eyes as he kissed my neck ever so gently. Maybe I can wear him out before this chic comes so we won’t go through with this.

I tried to focus on the sweet kisses Daryl was planting on me. But my mind wandered to what this woman must look like. I know Daryl is usually attracted to brown skinned, thick sisters. He has a thing for expressive eyes. He told me that is the first thing he noticed about me. I wonder if her eyes are expressive too. I wonder if she is prettier than me. I hope I don’t live to regret this night.

I want to make it clear; I have never been with a woman before. I have never had any desire to. Of course, I can appreciate and compliment a woman’s beauty just as much as the next sister. But going this route has never been my intention or desire.

But I have a good man at home. I want to keep him. He pleases me everyway possible. When he brought the idea of bringing another woman into our bed, I was naturally upset. Is my sex lacking? Is he bored with me? Has he lost interest in me? We have been fucking five days a week since we started dating. The sex has not slowed down. The quality has not dimmed. So why do we need another party in our bedroom?

Daryl assured me that he still thinks I am the most beautiful creature God has made. He told me that he would never cheat on me. He promised me that if this was not my thing, we did not have to go through with it. He said it was something he has always wanted to do. He does not love me any less. To be so open to explore this option would only make him love me more. How could I deny him?



Zara


I drove nervously down Breckinwood Dr. All of these homes looked the same. That is what I hated about new subdivisions. It was dark and my vision is not the best. I did not want to wear my glasses and ruin this “Sexy Mistress” get up that Daryl asked me to wear. I squinted at the numbers on the doors to see if any matched what was written down.

I was shocked that Daryl invited me over. We had been dating for a few months. Not once had he ever invited me to his place. We would usually catch dinner on my side of town or go back to my place for an amazing night of sex. That man knew how to work my body. The first time we made love I came so much I started crying. I had to call my girls and tell them about that one! That was when I knew, I had to have him. It’s as though his dick was made to fit every crevice of my pussy.

Daryl has always treated me right. He was a gentleman. My family loved him. My friends adored him. Well, everyone except Cassandra. She said it was something about him that made her uneasy. She told me to watch my back and not fall too hard for him. But how can you not fall for an Adonis with a dick like a donkey?

He told me he loved me. He said that he wanted to be with me. I knew he had an insatiable sexual appetite. He made love to me every chance he got. Where and how was not an issue. We had done everything that two people could do together sexually under the sun. When he brought the idea of a threesome to me, I kind of expected it. I knew that every man has fantasized about being with two women. He told me he loved me and wanted to be sure that the woman who may be his future wife could deal with his sexual wants and desires. I love this man. I would do anything for him. And it is not like I won’t be there. So technically, he is not cheating. I am there. I want him to know that I will always be the one to please him.

I finally found the house. I pulled my Camry into his driveway. The lawn was well manicured. There were little garden figures strategically placed. When I become the woman of the house, these ugly things have got to go! I parked and walked nervously to do the door.

I wonder what this woman is going to look like. I won’t let some new bitch out suck his dick. She will never be able to ride him like I can. I know all the spots to make Daryl hot. Let me make him see that she was not enhancement but an unneeded annoyance. I planned to bring my A game tonight. No fucking around.

I knocked on the door.

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Cadence

Daryl’s hands cupped my breasts. He gently pinched my nipples as his tongue flickered over my neck. I arched my back and let my ass rest on his obviously hard dick.

“Keep this up and we will be fucking before the bitch gets here.” I said.

“Cadence, play nicely!” he whispered in my ear.

His hands slid slowly down my stomach and to my panties. Daryl’s hand made his way in. His fingers brushed over my neatly trimmed bush. He skillfully parted my lips and inserted one finger deep in me.

I moaned. Damn he is good.

His finger played in my moist playground. I continued to arch my back and grind on his dick. My hips swiveled, rivaling the moves of any video vixen.

That’s right Daryl. I feel that dick about to burst through your pants. Come on and fuck me! Fuck that other woman. I grinded harder.

My moves were interrupted by the knock on the door. Damn, the bitch is here. Daryl quickly pulled his hands out of my pants. He put his finger to his mouth and sucked my juices off. He gave me his sexy smile.

“Mmm. My baby is the sweetest. Let me answer the door. You just sit here and get ready.” Daryl said backing out of the door.

I could hear his rushed footsteps on the stairs. I began to fluff the pillows nervously on the guest bed. Yes, you know that this shit was not going down in the bed we share! I tried hard to make out the muffled conversation. Maybe he was prepping her on what was to go down.

I glanced down at the huge rock on my wedding ring. My hands were shaking terribly. I quickly downed another glass of Vodka. I was already feeling loose; I hoped this would take me over the top. Possibly if I am intoxicated, when this is all over I won’t remember a thing.

Before I realized it, my glass was empty. I shook the glass allowing the cubes to jingle. Why do we always think this will cause a magical refill? I plopped down on the bed. What the fuck had I gotten myself in! What is taking Daryl so long?


Zara

My baby greeted me with a smile.

“Hey sexy! I missed you”. Daryl planted a passionate kiss on my lips.

“Mmm. Your kiss tastes like cherries.” I said relishing in its sweetness.

Daryl smelled so good. He was wearing leopard print, silk pajama bottoms. So cliché for this moment.

“You look so damn good baby. I cannot wait to eat you up.” He said.

“I can’t wait either. And I hope you don’t share too much of that tongue with this other bitch.” I said.

“Play nice Z”

“I know. I know. I am just going to have to make sure I keep the claws in if you seem to be enjoying her too much.”

“Well you agreed baby. Now, if you don’t want to do this or you think you won’t be able to, we can back out now.” He assured me.

“Imma do it daddy. This is what you want. This is what we agreed to.”

He grabbed my hand and led me down the dark hallway. From the little I could see, his home was truly beautiful. We could do without the gaudy, velvet curtains. I will change that. Add a little more splash of color in here.

We entered a room painted in purple. I could see a cocoa complected woman standing near the armoire. I was a little annoyed to see this woman had arrived before I. She was fully clothed so I assumed nothing had gone down already. But with Daryl, a nun in full habit would not be safe.

This woman was of average height and on the thicker side of things. But not as thick as me. Her complexion was a rich, dark chocolate. I guess I will have to see tonight if it is true that the darker the berry the sweeter the juice. Her jet black hair was cut short and spiked at the top. Her high cheekbones gave her an exotic look. Her almond shaped eyes were a chestnut color. Her full lips were coated with plum colored lip stick.

I guess she was okay looking. If I had to fuck another woman, I would want her to be the baddest bitch around. She is close, but she is no me.

She stood with her legs shoulder distance apart. Her stance made her seem a little too in control of the environment. I was going to break this bitch. I don’t care if we had a dick sucking contest to see who would get Daryl’s jism first. She didn’t know who she was messing with.

Daryl’s hand on the small of my back got me out of battle mode.

“Zara this is the beautiful, Cadence”. Daryl said.

I forced a smile and extended my hand. Beautiful? Yeah, he must’ve been drinking. She could be the “Aight Cadence” or the “She is nothing in comparison to you, Cadence”. But “beautiful?”. Nah.

“Nice to meet you!” I said through clinched teeth.

Cadence gave me a limp handshake. Game. Set. Match, bitch.


Cadence

I heard Daryl and the guest coming down the hall. I rushed over to the mirror and gave myself a quick once over. My heart beat faster as I heard them turn in the doorway.

I caught a glimpse of the chic as her nose turned up at the décor of the room. This bitch!

She was slightly taller and bigger than I. To have such wide hips, I will admit that her waist was barely visible. I guess you would describe her as pecan tan. Long brownish hair with gold highlights flowed down her back. I wonder if it is hers. She wore too much eye make up. They took away from her eyes. She would have beautiful eyes if you could see them. Her breasts were barely contained in her tight, short trench coat. So skankish. Is this what the “other woman” usually looks like? On a scale of one to ten, she was about an eight. A ten would be me. Her eyes looked at me uncomfortably. I realized that my hands were on my hips. Maybe I was intimidating her. She should be.

Daryl stretched his eyes at me and nudged her forward. He introduced her to me. Zara.

She extended her hand and gave me a dead fish hand shake. She faked a cordial, barely audible greeting. I nodded.

“So ladies, now that we all have been introduced, let’s get this started!” Daryl said smiling.

Zara and I both stood there nervously.

Daryl sprinted from one side of the room, lighting candles and playing mood music. He sprinted back and turned off the lights.

The scene was set. We both still stood there.

“Let’s get to know each other, intimately.” Daryl said.

He walked slowly behind Zara. His eyes were focused on mine as he slid off her trench coat. He let it slowly drop to the ground. She did have a beautiful body. Her black laced nightie looked like a second skin on her voluptuous frame. Was I getting turned on by her?

He tugged her hair and she let her head fall back. His hands caressed her neck. His eyes were still focused on me. Daryl began to plant gentle kisses on her neck. She moaned. It sounded so sensual. He motioned for me to come over.

I walked over nervously. What was I to do? Where do I start? I came close to them both. Daryl reached out his hand and pulled the tie of my corset. With one movement of his hand, my corset opened exposing my full breasts and erect nipples. He continued to kiss Zara and she continued to moan.

I don’t know what took over me, but I came closer to her. I massaged her breasts through the lace. I could feel her nipples stiffening beneath. Is this what it feels like to touch me? I continued to massage her breasts. Her moans got deeper. She kept her eyes closed tightly. I gained more courage and exposed her beautiful breasts. They looked delicious. Her nipples were very long and very hard. Daryl’s eyes widen and I could make out a smile on his face. I leaned forward and began to suck in her nipples. Zara moaned harder.


Zara

Daryl’s warm breath on my neck made my hairs stand at end. I closed my eyes as he tugged gently at my hair. I could feel Cadence’s eyes on me. If she wanted a show, I would give her a show. His dick poked angrily at my back. It wanted to be free. It wanted to be in my hot, moist pussy. I moaned at the thought of those inches sliding in and out of me.

I was slightly started at the new set of hands I felt on my breasts. Daryl’s two hands were occupied so I knew it had to be Cadence. So she wants to play now? I was excited as she played with my breasts through the lace. It made me think of being a teenager and all of the wonderful things my boyfriend would do through my clothes. Just wondering what was underneath or could happen always made the situation more sensual.

I felt her lips engulf my nipples. I wanted to push her back but I was intrigued by this feeling. I wondered what this would look like to an outsider peering in. Daryl’s dick seemed to be going crazy in my back. His licks became more feverish on my neck. She sucked on my nipples gently. I could feel Daryl’s fingers slide across my clit as she continued to devour my nipples. I moaned. My pussy was wetter than it had ever been.

Daryl whispered out “Suck those nipples baby”.

Chills shot up my body. Cadence moaned on my nipples. I moaned at the sensation. Daryl was now sliding down my back with his tongue. He lifted my nightie and began kissing my ass. His tongue quickly darted in and out of my crevices.

Cadence began to kiss her way down my body as well. Her lips touched my belly, then my navel. Now she and Daryl both were beneath me. He continued to lick feverishly at my ass. She pecked at my thighs. I could tell she was apprehensive about allowing her lips to touch my lips. I had to look down at her. There was something so titillating about seeing her womanly frame kneeled in front of me.

Her nervous hands pressed against my thighs. She used her thumbs to part my lips. I tried to maintain my balance as Daryl’s feast on my ass became more intense. Cadence looked up at me as her head moved in closer to my waiting pussy.

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Cadence

Like chicken. Her pussy tasted like chicken and strawberries. An odd but intoxicating combination. She smelled like baby powder and lust.

I let my tongue flicker over her lips. I was nervous. Was I doing this right? I closed my eyes and set free all inhibition. I imagined the things Daryl did that made me climb walls. I wanted to make this bitch climb the walls too. I wanted to show Daryl that his tongue tricks were not done in vain. I want to prove to him that I am the ultimate love. Strong enough for a woman, but this chic desires nothing but a man.

My tongue slid slowly over her lips. She moaned. Yep, that is how he does it and how I react. I sucked gently on her big lips and let my tongue slide between. My tongue caressed her clitoris. Zara’s hands clutched my shoulders. Yep, that is how Daryl does it. I was enthralled by her reactions. I began to taste more of her chicken and strawberries mixture.

I slid my finger into her wet pussy as I sucked on her clit. Her clit was huge. I am sure she got much pleasure from having her pussy eaten. Daryl’s hand covered mine as we both kneeled around this bitch, him licking her ass and me licking her pussy. She has to be in heaven. Zara let her right hand cup the back of my head as her left hand cupped Daryl’s. Her trembling became more intense. She moaned and groaned so loudly. The harmony of her delight motivated me more. I could not believe I was eating pussy. I could not believe I was eating pussy while my husband ate another bitch’s ass in front of me!

I let my wide tongue lap feverishly at her juices. She was so wet. I could feel the wetness of her pussy on her face. The scent it coated me with was intoxicating. I licked her pussy, letting my tongue twist over certain spots. She was trembling as though she was going to have a seizure. I knew what that felt like. She was about to cum. Daryl buried his face deeper in her ass. Our tongues touched as I devoured her pussy and he devoured her ass. We made a game of it. I buried my face in deeper and deeper and let my tongue fuck her more feverishly all while I searched for his tongue. When our tongues would collide we both would let out a slight giggle. The vibration made her shiver more. Our tongues continued to toast on our meal. Zara let out a whimper.

“I am cumming baby!” she yelled out.

I buried myself in deeper as she came, enjoying her shower. Daryl broke her fall as Zara’s legs gave way. The look on her face was a mixture of shock, disbelief and bliss.


Zara

I had never cum so fucking hard in my life! Where did Daryl find this bitch? Had he trained her to eat pussy like a champion? She did not strike me as a lesbian but she knew her way around a pussy like one.

I was momentarily weak. That orgasm took so much out of me. But I couldn’t be out for the count. I could not let this bitch get me out of the game so soon.

“I want to show you what you did to me Cadence!” I said.

Cadence face was glazed with my pussy juices. It turned me on. I gave her a demanding stare. She got up and stood in front of me.

“Let me lay you down on the bed. I don’t know if Daddy will be able to catch your fall after I tongue fuck you!” I said.

“Daddy?” Cadence questioned.

“Yeah, I am both of your daddy’s tonight!” Daryl quickly stammered “and you both are some naughty girls.

I let out a giggle. Did Cadence have an issue with calling a man Daddy? Most lesbians are radical about women’s lib.

Daryl guided Cadence over to the bed. He slowly took off her shoes as I watched. Cadence scooted to the foot of the bed and Daryl spread her legs. He buried his face between her thighs. She moaned and clutched the back of his head. His face was going deeper in her pussy. I came over and tapped him on the shoulder.

“So you are getting it wet for me?” I asked him half annoyed.

“I don’t think you will have any issue with wetness on this pussy” Daryl said wiping his mouth.

I crawled up the bed to Cadence’s pussy. I made certain my crawl was slow and deliberate to show my ample ass to Daryl. I knew he had to be back there watching. I took in a deep breathe and dove in. I was confused. I knew that our equipment was the same. I wanted to make her pussy purr like she did mine. But she had the lesbian advantage over me. I was a fish out of water.

I nibbled and prodded at her pussy. She wiggled around uncomfortably.

“All of this pussy in the air, I need to get in on the action” Daryl chided.

He came over to the bed and relieved me of my pussy hell. He pulled his pants down and let his massive dick be free. His penis curved to the right, pointing at Cadence.

“I think it chooses you to suck it” Daryl said to Cadence.

Cadence moved quickly over and began to suck his dick. Her head moved slowly over his shaft to his head. She worked his dick with as much, if not more, skill than she worked my pussy. Daryl let out a moan. He looked at me through squinted eyes as this chocolate Goddess devoured his bronze penis. He motioned for me to move behind Cadence.

She was on all fours sucking Daryl’s dick. This gave me a perfect view of her pretty pussy. I once again began to lick her pussy, burying my face in her ass. Her chocolate pussy glimmering from its wetness was a sexy sight. I licked, long strokes. She wiggled her ass. Finally a positive reaction! I licked her pussy with long strokes again. Her ass wiggled more. I traced tiny circles around her pussy lips. She moaned and sucked more feverishly at Daryl’s dick. I could hear the squishiness of her wet mouth attempting to devour his long, thick dick. I imagined I was writing out my name with my tongue on her pussy. She wiggled more and moved her body to the rhythm of my tongue. Each lick of my tongue made her suck Daryl more passionately. I could imagine someone painting this picture; Daryl’s bronze, muscular body with his rock hard, big dick penetrating Cadence’s smooth chocolate skin while she was on all fours and my pecan tan, thick body with my face buried in her chocolate twat.

This picture made me hot. I could feel my pussy juices trickling down my leg. I licked Cadence like I wish to be licked right now. I licked Cadence to pay her back for the wonderful licking she gave me. I licked Cadence to make her cum on my tongue to show Daryl that his bitch will not be outdone. Revenge is oh so sweet.

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Daryl

I looked down at my dick. Cadence was in rare form tonight. She made Zara so weak with her tongue that the bitch fell! Now she was sucking my dick like her life depended on it. Damn I love her ass. I had to marry her. How the fuck could I be so lucky?

Through the actions going on, I caught a glimpse of Zara’s sexy ass wiggling, eating Zara’s chocolate pussy. She was truly trying her best. But I know my wife’s pussy like the back of my hand. If Zara was working it right, Cadence would’ve cum by now. But it had to be feeling good to Cadence. She was sucking my dick and taking in more than she ever had.

Damn. I don’t want to cum yet. I have to do a pussy comparison. Coke or Pepsi?

Cadence is a sexy, smart woman. Her intelligence and drive is what caught me. Yes, it did help a lot that she could fuck like a champion stallion. She was the sexiest woman on campus in college. All the men wanted her. I tried hard to get her. She always dismissed my advances. I finally got her to agree to go out with me and talked her out of her panties. Once I slid all this dick in her wet pussy, she was hooked. I had her ass. She was damn near a stalker. But I loved her. Everyone loved her. After college, we both got the dream jobs that we wanted. We acquired the wonderful house and all of the material possessions one wishes for. We were the envy of all of our friends. No one could believe that this knucklehead from the streets had a wife, great career and a beautiful home. Now all I needed, all I wanted to complete this picture, was a family.

I fucked her face harder. My lust began turning to anger. Her mouth loosened its grip on my dick. I did not want to fuck this up. Had to complete what I started.

“Damn! I need pussy! I don’t want to cum unless it is in some pussy!” I yelled.

Cadence almost knocked poor Zara off the bed, trying to lay back and spread her thighs. I knew she did not want me to put my dick in anyone but her.

Zara scurried off of the bed and leaned over on the dresser. Her wet pussy was facing me.

“Come and get it daddy!” she said.

I walked over and slid my dick deep in her pussy. She tightened her walls to grip my dick. She had some serious pussy control.

Zara is a sweet woman. Her brain is not the best. I remember when I saw her come into our office that day to deliver lunch. It was like she stepped down from heaven. Her uniform could not hide her figure. Her pony tail draped her back. The ponytail gave her an innocent appeal. Her eyes told me that she liked to get fucked just right. As I got to know her, her actions showed me that this bitch wanted to be rescued.

Every other week, this bitch had a bill that needed to be paid. Get that shit from one of those baby daddies! Whenever I came to see her, I had to pay her mother or sister to baby-sit kids that were not mine. When I took her to the Olive Garden, she acted as though it was some five star joint. A Whopper and fifty dollars for her acrylics made her happier than a muthafucka. This bitch would fuck the shit out of me when I came with cash in tow. I know I do not have to pay for pussy but I needed a bitch like her. A dumb bitch that does not ask too many questions. A dumb bitch who wants to fuck and suck and find a man to save her whorish ass. Six months and this bitch never asked to come to my place. She was fine fucking in the car. Six months and this bitch never asked me why I only saw her on certain days. My work schedule excuse was good enough for her. Six months and this dumb bitch did not notice the wedding band I wore openly. Yeah, I played it slick and did not wear it on the correct finger. But damn bitch! It is a fucking wedding band! Diamonds all over the place! Six months. Six months of getting double the dose of good pussy. Bitches.

I rammed my dick hard in her sweet pussy. Her ass cheeks bounced with each thrust. She was screaming out like I was killing her. Whenever we would fuck in the car, I was always leery of getting caught and arrested by the cops because she was so noisy. I would put my hand over her mouth and she would bite at it. She liked it rough.

I grabbed her neck from behind and choked her lightly. She loved being choked. I could feel her pussy getting wetter as she breathed shallowly attempting to get air.

I could feel the wetness of Cadence’ tongue on my balls. She had crept up from behind. Her jealousy was not going to let her not be involved. I wondered how she felt seeing me pounding this big pretty bitch’s pussy so hard. I wondered how she felt hearing this bitch scream as she took in all twelve inches of Grade A, certified beef. Beef that she was to honor and obey.

Honor and obey? They may as well omit that from wedding vows. My anger returned. You see, the average person might think I was a trifling nigga. Ya’ll are so ready to pity the poor bitches. Remember, a bitch is a female dog. Bitches wanna holler that all men are dogs. But unless we are fucking out of our species; dogs fuck bitches.

Don’t pity Cadence. My wife knew how much I wanted a child. I grew up without my father. I worked hard, got my education, got an excellent career, met and married my college sweetheart all in the hopes of building a family. My life has been dedicated to pleasing my wife and having a beautiful family. So while you pity this bitch, think of how it felt for me to come home seven months ago, trying to be romantic and shit. I go to slip a card in her lingerie drawer in hopes of making love to my wife that evening. I open the draw to find a bill from a doctor for an abortion.

Cadence knew how much I wanted a child! She knew it! Six months ago this bitch killed our baby! She didn’t even have the nerve to tell me she was pregnant. This bitch killed my child! OUR child! Not one word had been uttered to me. Not a mention that she was carrying a piece of me and a piece of her. Selfish.
We had talked so many times about having a baby. She did tell me that she wanted to go back to school to advance in her career. It is not like she would have been raising our baby alone. She knew I would be there for her. She knew I had her through thick and thin. She and our child would want for nothing. To this day, she still had not revealed to me what she had done. This shit ate at me like cancer.

That’s right. Continue licking my balls like a good bitch.

I pressed harder on Zara’s neck. She tightened her pussy even more and released. Tightened again and released. Damn good muscle control. I am going to miss this gold diggers pussy too! I rammed her harder and deeper. I wanted to ram all of the cheap ass meals and cheap ass bills I paid for her out. Poke her ass like a piñata until she pops and refund me my shit!

The sensation of Cadence licking my balls and me burying my dick in wet pussy started to take its toll. I clamped tighter on Zara’s neck. She was barely getting air at this point. I could feel the orgasm surging through my veins. Here it comes! Here it comes!

I pulled my dick out and let my cum shoot out onto Zara’s back. My dick was still spewing. I turned around quickly and dropped my babies on Cadence’s open mouth and face. I let out a growl from the strength of my orgasm. Damn that felt good. I made sure to share my cum with both of these bitches. Super soak these hoes.

“I am so glad you came Daddy!” Zara said.

She came over and attempted to kiss me on my lips. Cadence, quickly jumped up and pushed her back.

“Bitch, we may have invited you here to share some pussy with us but you won’t be kissing my husband’s lips! Cadence yelled.

Zara stood there for a second with a confused look on her face. It took a few moments before what Cadence said registered. Slow bitch.

“Your-your, WHAT?” she stammered.

“My husband bitch! You know what’s up!” Cadence yelled.

Cadence came closer to Zara. I knew it would be a matter of moments before she would swing on her. Cadence may be snooty but she did have a ghetto streak to her. Zara started shaking her head quickly and leaned on the dresser for support.

“Wait! You are telling me that you are married to Daryl!” Zara yelled. “Married!”

“That’s what the fuck I said bitch! Are you dumb, crazy and deaf?”

Zara’s eyes darted towards me. She squinted her eyes in anger. She jumped forward to lunge at me but Cadence blocked her. Cadence grabbed Zara and pushed her on the bed. She began punching at her head wildly. How could Zara let Cadence take her? I would have bet money on Zara any day. She had the height, weight and hood advantage over Cadence. The two of them rolled off of the bed and onto the floor. Cadence had a tight grip on Zara’s hair. Zara’s arms were flailing wildly, not landing a single punch. I guess I should stop this fight, huh?

I walked over and broke the two women up. Zara immediately attempted to smack my face. I blocked her blow. Cadence jumped back with a demanding look on her face.

“Just what the fuck is going on here Daryl? What is wrong with this bitch?!” Cadence asked between breathes.

I guess it is time for me to come clean.

“Both of you need to calm the fuck down! Cadence, you won’t be hitting Zara. And Zara, I won’t let you hit my wife” I said.

“Wife?” Zara said it like it was the most repulsive thing she ever heard. “How can she be your wife if I have been fucking you for six months! You never told me you had a wife!”

“You never asked” I replied coolly.

“What the fuck is going on Daryl!” Cadence yelled louder. Her voice trembled. Tears were streaming down her face.

“That’s right Cadence. I have been fucking the shit out of Zara for six months. For six months you have not been the only person sucking this dick. Six months. She is the late nights at the office, Cadence. Zara is the weekend trips with the fellas!” I yelled angrily.

“What the fuck is going on Daryl! Six months! Why would you keep this for me? Why would you do ME this way Daryl?” Cadence yelled again.

Cadence came at me fast and with fury. She managed to land one solid punch on my face. My reflex was to knock the shit out of her like she was a dude. But she was no man. She was my wife. I grabbed her arms and began shaking her.

“Calm the fuck down I said! Listen up!” I demanded their attention.

Each woman had stood in their spots in disbelief. They looked at me as though I was about to give them the cure for all of the worlds ailments.

“You are sitting here asking me how I could do this to you? I am not the only one keeping secrets, wifey. “ I said with a new found sarcasm.

I reached for my pajama pants and produced the bill from my pocket.

“I guess we don’t need a Maury moment huh? The child is gone. Was I the daddy Cadence?” I threw the paper in her face.

“You killed my bahy Cadence! You killed a part of me!”

“Baby I didn’t! I couldn’t! I-“Cadence stuttered.

“Fuck that! You knew what I wanted. Why don’t you want a family? Why don’t you want a family with your husband? Things would have never been bad with us Cadence! My child and you would want for nothing! You have a good man. Doesn’t your good man deserve a good woman to build a family with?”

Cadence stood there crying uncontrollably. Zara’s eyes were wide. They darted from me to Cadence as though she was watching a soap opera in 3D. I walked over in her direction and held Zara’s hand.

“I came to you to make things better Zara. When I first met you, you gave me all of the joy I needed to get my mind off of the betrayal that my wife had done to me. “ I cupped Zara’s face in my hands. I leaned forward as though I were about to kiss her and then let my hands quickly drop.

“But all you see in me is dollar bills Zara. You don’t see me for the man I am. You saw your bills getting paid. You saw a way out of the ghetto for you and your kids. You saw cash for those cheap ass nails! You never saw Daryl! Gold diggers are played out. Bitches are making their own money these days Zara. Don’t wait around for a night in shining armor and the only thing you can offer him is pussy. You got to learn better tricks than that to get some dumb ass to rescue you! You suck average dick and I could find a tight pussy by simply throwing a rock out of the window.”

I stepped back from the women. They both were standing there trembling. I could not tell if it was from fear of my anger or because they know they both had been called out.

“So I fucked you both. I fucked you both, like you both fucked me. But I am not selfish like you two. No, no. I did not just think of me in this situation.” I let out an evil laugh. “I gave you both the chance to see what it looked like to get fucked. I gave you both a chance to see what the other provided me. I gave you both a taste of the grass on the other side. Before you both gather your lips to call me trifling, you think of the trifling shit you have done to me! Think of what you would do if someone killed someone you loved. Think of how you would feel someone used you to enrich themselves. Go ahead. Think about it!”

I backed up to the doorway and grabbed my keys off of the nightstand. I paused in the doorway. Typical fashion of any movie. The thought of a character going out with a good ass line came to me. A sinister smile crept across my face.

“Wait, I did fuck you both didn’t I?”