Uno

Sharon lay topless on the sofa with her left leg up on the sofa’s back and her right leg stretched out resting on the coffee table. With her head propped against the arm rest and her eyes closed, she felt the warmness of a hand grab her crotch. It massaged her, moistening the fiery spot between her thighs. Sharon could feel her body reacting to the hand that was touching and playing with her. She felt another hand palming her breast. Turning her head to the side, Sharon let out a slight sigh. Her satin panties was now drenched with fluid from her aroused vagina. Feeling something extraordinary building up inside of her, Sharon hurriedly rid herself of the panties that were saturated with her natural secretion.

         

“Oh yes, yeeesss!” Sharon cried out as the hand that she once felt through her panties was now brushing against her bare skin.

         

“Mmmmm Jason” Sharon moaned. “Get this pussy baby.”

         

A finger, which was all so familiar to Sharon, breached her vaginal lips and began to rub her c-spot. The finger rubbed and rubbed. Sharon moaned and gyrated as the touch of another hand grasped her breast, squeezing it to the tempo of the finger that was kneading inside of her.  The finger that was inside of her cavity, was now rubbing the lips of her vagina.  Using the wetness that it accumulated from Sharon’s love hole, the finger began to lubricate her clit moving repeatedly in circular motions. It moved up, over, down, and all around, intensifying Sharon’s desires.

         

Sharon felt as if the heat from between her thighs was slowly moving throughout and warming the rest of her body. She continued to keep her eyes closed while letting out slight moans and calling out Jason’s name every once in a while.

         

The finger continued working its way around Sharon’s clit. At that time, not one, not two, but three fingers engorged into her slime filled pussy. The other hand, she could feel move from her swollen breast down to her stomach, and then even further to her pinkish pleasure area. Finding its target, the hand full of fingers landed squarely on her clitoris. Sharon’s heated vagina expanded. With fingers thrusting inside of her hitting her g-spot and even more fingers attacking her clit, Sharon could feel a frenzy of sensations throughout her body. She moved rhythmically to the sound of the wet noises that was being created from her soaked instrument.

         

Sharon’s breathing became heavier and heavier in an untimely manner. Scrunching her face, she hastily licked her lips. Sharon felt as her nipples hardened even more. Her body began to flood with sensual gratification from what was going on. She tensed up from the tingling sensation of blood rushing to her clit from her racing heart.

         

“Uhh Jason, give me that dick now!” Sharon howled out, not being able to take it anymore.

         

At that moment, Sharon felt the three fingers that were repeatedly beating her g-spot exit from its nest. A burst of pain shot throughout her body as the dick she craved pierced her walls. Without any hesitation, it plummeted in and out of her with no remorse. Sharon yelled out for Jason. She wanted more of this dick and was determined to take it all. As the thick shaft pounded her pussy, Sharon felt the immense pressure that had built up in her, traveling on a path of departure.

         

“Ahh shit!” Sharon screamed.

         

Sharon’s legs stiffened. Her mouth opened wide as she arched her back and curled her toes. Surge after surge of pleasure streamed through the lining of her mid section.

         

“Yes Jason, yes!” Sharon managed to belt out.

         

Shots of electrifying bolts rushed to her clit. The pressure became unbearable. Sharon froze as the orgasmic thrill released itself from within her realms showering everything that lay in its path. 

         

Sharon laid motionless as the slowly declining, never ending waves of sensation, continued to shoot through her body, while her molted secretion dripped from the bottom of her slit, slowly down her ass cheeks, and onto the towel that was laid out across the sofa.

Sharon remained still on the sofa, panting heavily with a smile on her face.

         

“Would you like the real thing now?” Sharon heard someone ask.

         

Dropping the dildo that she was gripping ever so tightly, a startled Sharon opened her eyes. Slightly embarrassed, she gazed at Jason, whom without her knowledge of being there, had been standing at the foot of the sofa watching her the whole time.

         

Sharon let out a slight smirk at the mere thought of Jason being there and silently watching the show in which she had just displayed.

         

Looking at him, with a devilish grin, Sharon reached between her legs. She spread her lips, giving Jason a glimpse of her drenched oasis.

         

“Mmmm, dive in daddy!”



(Contributions from Jai - @jaithem0d3l)

Solicitous

She sits in solitude staring out of a window. Tears swell in the corner of her eyes as thoughts of loneliness begins to settle in. Far beyond her youthful years, etched into her face, are wisdom and maturity of an old soul. From centuries of bondage and slavery, she inherits the strength of her ancestors. Her smile covers up the turmoil that lives within her. Her voice is that of a mother of nations, yet no one pays attention. Her trust for men, gone! Her heart bleeds from trials and tribulations of past relations. She’s been beat down, torn, and verbally abused. For all that she’s been through, and all that she’s going through, her faith in a higher being is no more. All of this is shielded by a smile that proclaims that all is well.

She yearns to be consoled by the affection of a man. She desires the touch of passion that he should bring into her world. From him, she wants a sense of security. She wants a positive male figure, a father for the off springs in which she nurtures. She wants to be able to believe in and to have trust in a man again.

Are these things really that hard for her to have? Is there even a bit of hope?

He takes notice of her as she walks by on the daily with her head held high and a forced smile on her face. In her, he sees a woman scarred. He longs to grasp and to hold her in his arms. He wants to protect her, mend her tattered heart, and assure her that all will be well. He longs to shower her with flowers that compliments her beauty. He desires to surprise her with visits to her job just to spend time with her as she breaks for lunch. He wants to be the one to restore her lost faith in men and give her children the family setting in which they deserve. He wants to bring joy into her world, show her compassion, and embrace her every thought. He wants to be the person in which she confides in, the one whom she believes in. He wants to be her rock, her best friend, her everything. He desires to carry the burden of her pain, lift her upon a pedestal, and cherish her as a Queen.

Cabin Fever





It was a lonesome Friday night at home for Jasmine. The weekend had begun, but most of her girls had went out of town due to the fact that it was a holiday weekend, and that meant no work on Monday. As Jasmine sat down to eat the small meal she had prepared for herself, her cell phone rang. It was Mike calling.

Mike was a good friend whom Jasmine would get with every so often with no strings attached. Whenever Mike called, Jasmine knew what was up.

When she answered the phone, Mike informed her that he had rented a cabin for the night, about an hour outside of the city. He told Jasmine that he wanted her to join him. Jasmine agreed. She took down the address and proceeded to get ready for her spur of the moment trip.

About two hours had passed since Jasmine had gotten the phone call from Mike. She was already on her way to the cabin. With a smile on her face, Jasmine’s thoughts were of Mike and the way that he made her feel whenever they were together. Jasmine wanted more from Mike, but she knew that it wasn’t what Mike wanted. Besides, what they have worked for both of them.

Jasmine arrived at the cabin. She sat in the car for a minute before gathering her belongings and heading towards the cabin door. When it came to Mike, she never knew what to expect. Jasmine found the key right where Mike said it would be.

Upon entering the cabin, Jasmine called out to Mike. After calling out a few times and receiving no response, she headed upstairs. Jasmine found the master bedroom which was cluttered with lit candles. On the bed, she found a note which read, “Make yourself a glass of wine and meet me out back on the patio.”

Jasmine did exactly what the note had instructed. When she stepped out onto the patio, she found Mike, adorned in a black robe and house slippers. She walked over to where Mike was standing and embraced him.

“I thought you’d never get here, but you’re a little overdressed for what I have planned.”, Mike said while holding Jasmine close to him.

Jasmine revealed a slight smile as Mike began undressing her. Jasmine felt a draft from the night’s wind as her dress fell to her feet, revealing her perky breasts and purple thongs to the midnight air. Mike slowly pushed Jasmine backwards as she disrobed him to reveal chiseled torso. He lifted Jasmine off her feet and sat her down on the patio table. Laying her back onto the table, Mike slid Jasmine’s thong off of her. Leaning over, he kissed her on her neck then slid his tongue down to her hardened nipples. Jasmine could feel the moisture accumulating between her thighs. Mike’s tongue went lower to Jasmine’s belly button, and even lower to the top of her dripping pussy. Jazz took a deep breath, and just as she thought that Mike was about to taste her, he stood up. Mike reached for a candle and poured hot wax onto Jasmine’s chest and stomach. Jasmine felt the wax hit her skin and hardened before it could run off of her body. Staring at Jasmine, Mike took his fingers and played between Jasmine’s thighs. The touch of Mike’s fingers caused Jasmine to gyrate and moan with pleasure. Jasmine closed her eyes as to enjoy Mike’s touch even more, when she suddenly felt a burst of pain where Mike’s fingers were. Mike had penetrated her with no warning.

Jasmine let out a yelp as Mike slid in and out of her while holding on the sides of the table for leverage. Cupping Jasmine’s breast, Mike began to fuck her harder and harder before instantly stopping.

Mike pulled out of Jasmine and sat down on a nearby lawn chair. As on cue, Jasmine went over to Mike, stooped down on her knees, grabbed his erect manhood, and began to suck her juices off of it. Jasmine sucked on Mike as if his dick was the last popsicle on a hot summer day. Mike squirmed with excitement in the chair. When Jasmine felt like Mike couldn't handle it anymore, she stopped and straddled him. She began to ride Mike with a slow rhythm tightening her pussy muscles as she rose up. Jasmine’s rhythm became faster and faster.

“I’m cummin’!”, she yelled out.

“Me too baby!”, Mike screamed back.

Jasmine rode Mike harder and harder until the both of them came.

Before collapsing on Mike’s chest, Jasmine spotted a figure move behind the curtains in a window from a neighboring cabin.

            “Was someone watching?”,she asked herself. “Oh well, I hope so.”  





A Little Familiarity

"I need these done ASAP", Janet yelled out, "and on my desk right away!"


It was a hectic morning at the prestigious Fortune 500 Company that sat in the heart of Chicago. It was the last week of the third quarter, sale figures had to be in, and Janet was at the realms of it all. At 32 years of age, Janet was one of the few African-American women to head up a company such as this one, and she was serious about her work. To her, it was always about business, and that's how you get ahead. After all, she didn't get this far up the corporate ladder by being a slacker.


It was now Friday, and the end of the work week, as well as the end of the work day. Janet's week was a success. Everyone was scuffling to get out of the office. It was a holiday weekend, and Chicago's party scene was in the atmosphere. As far as Janet, there were no specific plans. Stay at home, watch Lifetime, and get some much needed rest. It didn't hurt that she took an extra day off, so she didn't have to return to the office until Tuesday morning.


It was about a quarter after nine that Friday night. Janet had already been grocery shopping, she had cooked herself a healthy meal, did her dishes, took a shower, and now she was ready to relax in front of the fifty-six inch flat screen. Lying on the sofa, Janet had on a white robe, which only covered a small portion of her thighs, and silk thongs underneath. "If only someone else could be here to enjoy this", she thought to herself as she skimmed through the channels. There seemed to be nothing on TV that night so Janet settled on watching any ol' thing.


Moments later, Janet hears her doorbell ring. Not expecting anyone, she walked to the door with a puzzling look on her face. Janet looked through the peep hole to see a tall dark stranger standing on the opposing side of the door.


"Who is it?" Janet yelled out.


"It's me, Drew", the tall stranger responded, in a deep manly voice that somewhat familiar to Janet.


"Drew?" Janet asked, opening the door, "Andrew from North Cack?"


"Yes", the man responded. "It's me, good old Andrew", as Janet rushed to embrace him with a hug so tight, he literally had to gasp for air.


Andrew and Janet were childhood friends in North Carolina. He grew up in the house next door to Janet's mother's house. They were a few months apart in age and had graduated from the same high school. After graduation, they attended separate colleges, and had only seen each other only once in a while on holidays. Both did not go home often and had gotten out of touch with one another. The relationship between them was that of a brother and sister, and now after twelve years here stood Andrew.


"Come on in…..How are you, where have you been, what have you been up to, what are you doing here, how did you know where to find me, how did you get in the gate?", Janet asked all at once before Andrew could get a single word in.


"I'm in town for the holiday weekend", Drew started explaining. "The hotel that I was supposed to be staying at messed up my reservations." "Your mother gave my mother your information to give to me." "By the way, your mother said for you to call her."


"Well, why didn't you call me instead of just popping up?" Janet asked diligently.


"I'm sorry, do you have company?" Drew asked while looking at the scantily clad robe that was wrapped around Janet. "I called your cell phone and it went straight to voicemail, then I called your home phone and let that ring until it went to voice mail also."


"No, I do not have company", Janet implied, remembering that she had her cell phone turned off as well as the ringer to the house phone.


"So why are you"………


"None of your business", Janet lashed out, knowing exactly what Andrew was about to ask.


"Have a seat; I was just watching a movie."


Instead of watching a movie, Janet and Andrew reminisced about their youth, and got caught up from the past twelve years. Andrew had no woman or kids in his life, and a success as well in his field of work.


It was three thirty the next morning when all conversation ceased.


"Get your clothes, let me show you to your room", Janet suggested in a tiresome voice.


Andrew got his luggage out of the car and proceeded to follow Janet up the stairs to his room for the weekend. It was a huge room, nicely decorated mid-eastern style, with a king size bed and an adjoining bathroom.


"You're giving me your room?" Andrew asked in awe.


"No", Janet answered, "mine is the next room."


"Now go to bed." Janet said, as she exited the room.


The next morning Janet awoke to a familiar aroma in her bedroom. The scent was that in which she hadn't smelled in a while. She put on her robe and followed the aroma to the kitchen, where she found Andrew cooking breakfast.


"What are you doing?" Janet asked in a deep morning voice.


"I didn't know that you were awake", Andrew said as he turned the stove off.


Janet sat down looking at the meal that Andrew had prepared. She hadn't had breakfast like this in quite some time now. Normally, she was always in a rush and had to skip breakfast. This was quite a change of pace, and one that she was thankful for. She and Andrew ate breakfast and reminisced more about their past. As they were talking, Andrew discovered that Janet had no plans for the weekend and insisted that she accompany him. It would make it a little easier on him since she knew the city pretty well. After a little persuasion, Janet agreed to join Andrew in his quest to make this holiday weekend one to remember.


The two of them trekked out of the house and headed to the city. Janet took Andrew to places she thought that he would be interested in. They went to shopping malls, local clothing and gift stores, an eatery for lunch, and they even found time to stroll through a park.


When they arrived at the house that evening, Janet was exhausted. It's been awhile since she's had an all day outing.


"So what's up for tonight?" Andrew asked with a bit of excitement in his voice.


"What do you mean?" Janet blurted back, "I'm tired, my body is aching, and my bed is calling me". "Today was fun Drew, but that's it for me." "You're on your own."


"C'mon Janet, that was just the beginning, we're going to light up the city tonight, just you and me", Andrew claimed.


Andrew begged and pleaded with Janet until she got weary of his carrying on and agreed to hit the club with him that night. They both went into their respective rooms to bathe and get some rest before going out.


It was a quarter till eleven when Janet came down stairs to an awaiting Andrew. She had on a black dress that accented the curves of her body and showed more than just a little bit of her legs. She also had on a pair of designer heels that cost more than the monthly payment of a Mercedes S class. Her purse, which was Italian made, and looked to be one of a kind, matched her dress. Janet had also put on some of her most expensive perfume to complete her ensemble.


"Wow, you look marvelous!" uttered an awe struck Andrew.


"And you're not too shabby there yourself", replied Janet as she looked at Andrew who was wearing a three hundred dollar pair of dress pants, a two hundred dollar button up dress shirt, a five hundred dollar pair of dress shoes, a matching hat, and cologne that competed with Janet's perfume for dominance of the room.


Janet and Andrew set out for their destination, one of Chicago's premiere nightclubs. Once there, they danced, laughed, and had a few drinks. They even took a picture together.


"Here you go", the photographer said, handing Andrew a business card with the name JD's Perception on it. "Also, check me out at myspace.com/jdsperception in case you need any more photos taken.


It was around 3:30 in the morning when Janet and Andrew arrived back at the house. Janet seemed to be a little tipsy, so Andrew helped her inside.


"Have a seat on the couch while I get you a glass of water", Andrew said to Janet.


"I don't want any water", Janet exclaimed in a drowsy type voice. "I just want to get in my bed and go to sleep."


Andrew helped Janet up the stairs and into her bedroom. He then left her alone so that she could change out of her clothes.


About thirty minutes later Andrew heard Janet yelling out his name from her room. He went rushing to Janet's room to see what the problem was.


"What's wrong?" he asked.


"There's nothing wrong", Janet said, "but I will take you up on your offer to get me a glass of water."


Andrew left out of the room and returned a few minutes later with a glass of ice water. He gave it to Janet who drank only a small portion of the water.


"Lay down awhile, until I fall asleep." Janet said to Andrew.


Andrew lay next to Janet as they both stared at the ceiling. Janet then rolled over slightly and placed her head on Andrew's chest. They began to talk with long quiet intermissions between topics. During an intermission, Andrew felt Janet's hand moving in a circular motion on his thigh. He ignored it until she moved her hand further up and began playing with his manhood.


Andrew felt himself rising rather quickly and removed Janet's hand from him.


"Stop!" Andrew gusted out.


"Drew, just take me here and now", Janet replied back.


"You're still tipsy, and you'll regret it in the morning", Andrew told Janet as he tucked her in and left out of the room.


Andrew was laying, awoke in the guest room, wondering if he should have taken advantage of the situation that had happened. "She's so sexy." he thought to himself. "Nah, I did the right thing." he thought as he drifted off to sleep. 


Janet woke up late that morning and could smell the breakfast that Andrew was preparing downstairs in the kitchen. She did not want to go down there and face him because she had remembered what had happened earlier that morning in the same bed in which she lay.


"How could I have done something like that?" she asked herself. "Damn, how could he turn me down like that?"


Janet got up out of bed, washed up, and worked up the nerves to go downstairs for breakfast.


"Good morning Drew", Janet said cautiously, "umm, I need to talk to you about……………….."


"I don't have time right now Jan", Andrew blurted out before Janet could finish her sentence. "I have a lot that I've got'ta do today, and I'm already running late. I will see you later on tonight."


Janet was a little distraught that she did not get a chance to talk to Andrew about the situation that had taken place. It bugged her all day as she lounged around the house. All kinds of thoughts were going through her mind. She wondered what he thought of her now and was he trying to avoid her by staying away all day.


It was around ten pm when Janet decided to stop waiting for Andrew to come back. She went upstairs, took a long hot shower, dried her body, and put on movie. It was nothing out of the ordinary. After all, she was use to it. Janet walked into her closet and put on a lingerie set that still had the price tag attached.


Janet had gotten so comfortable in her bed that she had fallen asleep while watching the movie. She was awakened by what she thought was a movement on her bed. The TV was off, due to the automatic turn off timer. Janet strained her eyes trying to focus on a figure on her bedside. It was Andrew sitting beside her with nothing but his boxers on.


"Jan", he said in a quiet type voice, "this morning before I left out, you said that you wanted to talk about something". "What is it?"


Janet was motionless as she stared at Andrew. "I….I", Janet sighed as she struggled to get her words out. "I wanted to talk to you about what happened after we had gotten back from the club."


"Jan, there's no need for an explanation", Andrew replied abruptly. "You had a little too much to drink." "I understand".


At that moment, Andrew looked Janet in the eyes, leaned over slowly, and kissed her passionately, but ever so gently. The kiss sent Janet's heart racing, and had her confused at the same time.


"Jan," Andrew said, "I had nothing to drink tonight and I know exactly what I am doing. If you want me to stop, say the word and…….."


Before Andrew could say another word, Janet pulled him to her for another enticing kiss. Andrew maneuvered onto the bed alongside Janet. He gazed at her for a few seconds and proceeded to take the top part of her garment off. As Andrew threw the covers back off of Janet he could see her firm breasts outlined in the darkness of the room. Her nipples were hardened but became even harder once Andrew began to suckle on them. Janet wrapped her legs around Andrew to pull him closer to her. She could feel his erection poking her as she guided his boxers off with her feet. As Janet reached to grab what was poking her, she thought to herself that it's been so long since she has felt this way, and from what she could feel, Andrew had exactly what she needed. She guided the head of Andrew's dick to the entrance of her moistened twat. Andrew slowly entered into the realms of ecstasy as Janet let out a deep sigh.


Andrew pumped in and out of Janet slowly, as he could feel just how tight she was. Janet got into the groove as she began to move to the same rhythmic pattern as Drew. As Janet got into it even more, Andrew began to increase his speed and force.


"Fuck me Drew", Janet cried out, "Fuck me like I've always wanted you to!"


With that being said, Drew threw Janet's thickly built thighs across his shoulders and drilled as deep as he could go inside of her oil well. Janet moaned and screamed out, taking it all in.


"Turn over", Andrew said to Janet.


Janet turned over and held on to the headboard as Andrew pushed his way into her. Janet enjoyed every thrust that came from Andrew. She begged for more as Drew slapped her ass with the palm of his hand causing sensual pain to run throughout Janet's body with every hit.


Janet loved every moment of this escapade. It felt like it had been decades since her last sexual encounter, and she planned on taking advantage of the moment. After all, there was no telling when she was going to get some dick like this again.


Janet got out of the position that Andrew had her in, grabbed him by the hand, and led him to a pillow cushioned bench that was in her room. She sat him down on the bench and spread his legs. Once Andrew's legs were apart, Janet got on her knees, grabbed the shaft of Andrew's erect manhood, and placed it into her mouth. Janet could taste the remnants of her pussy juices on Andrew. She twirled her tongue around the head of Andrew's dick and sucked up and down while looking up and seeing that Andrew's face was filled with delight.


Janet could feel that Andrew was about to explode. She paused what she was doing, and got up. She wasn't ready for this to end just yet. Janet straddled Andrew while he was still sitting on the bench. Holding one another closely, she rode him slowly as sweat trickled down her body and onto his.


Andrew gazed up into Janet's eyes. For that moment, he knew that this was what he was longing for; this was what he's always desired.


Still gazing at Janet, Andrew rose from the bench, with Janet still grinding on him. He carried her across the room until they stood in front of an old oak dresser. Holding Janet in one arm, Andrew, in one swift motion, knocked everything off of the dresser. He gently placed Janet on the dresser and, held her legs open and fucked her with such intensity, that Janet cried out from the pleasure that was building inside her. With every thrust that Andrew gave her, Janet would thrust back into him.


"Fuck me harder", Janet gasped out loud as she laid herself flat on the dresser pulling Andrew on top of her.


Andrew plummeted deeper into Janet. With one of his legs on the ground and one of Janet's legs on his shoulder, he rammed into her like a wrecking ball, with no mercy.


Both, Andrew and Janet, were drenched in sweat as they went at it on the dresser top.


"I'm cummin', Janet I'm cummin'", Andrew yelled out while pulling out of Janet just in time to drench her stomach with the hot semen that seemed to have exploded from him.


Janet grabbed Andrew's ejaculating stick and massaged more of the hot semen from it. Then, moving quickly, Janet pushed Andrew off of her, jumped off of the dresser and bent over, with her hands on the dresser, and her legs wide apart.


"Quick, put it back in!" she ordered.


Andrew, as fast as he could, placed his dripping penis back inside the swollen pussy from which it came.


"Fuck me as hard as you can Drew and no matter what, do not stop!" Janet scorned.


Drew went to work fucking Janet as hard as he could and slapping her ass in the process. They went on for another fifteen minutes until Drew pulled out and released his cum onto Janet's back.


In the morning, Janet awoke with a smile, while being held by Andrew. This was the happiest that she's been in ages. She thought to herself, why was she feeling this way? Was it because she had gotten the fucking of her life, or was it because that the great fucking, came from Andrew. It didn't matter, because either way it goes, she got what she wanted…………