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
