The Ride

The morning sunlight peered through the bedroom window and onto Déja’s face awakening her from her slumber. Rising from the bed, she let out a yawn. Today was the day that she had been waiting all week for; the day that she and her boyfriend, Donovan, planned to take a trip out of town together. The trip was to be nothing extravagant, just a little getaway for the two to unwind. She showered and got dressed. Looking into the mirror, she smiled at the thought of getting away.

Déja was from Beaufort, a town off the coast in South Carolina. Her mother was Hawaiian and her father African-American. Both parents died in a car accident when Déja was only four years of age, causing her to be in and out of foster homes. Because of her double nationalities, Déja always felt out of place, never knowing where she fit in. The African-American kids never thought of her as black enough, while Caucasian kids thought of her as being too black. Throughout her high school years, she struggled with identity crisis. On her twentieth birthday, she met Donovan, a lost soul in his own right. Donovan became a constant in her life, making a positive impact on her, just as she did for him life. She and Donovan have been together for four years and today is Donavan’s way of getting Déja away from the everyday worries of the world.

Donavan arrived to pick Déja up on his customized motorcycle. The two of them made the three hour ride to Grays Harbor County in Washington State, with forests, lakes, rivers, ponds, rock trail, and the Pacific Ocean as their landscape. Déja enjoyed riding with Donovan on his bike. He was in control and she felt safe with her arms wrapped around his waist and hands locked in front of him. Donovan whisked around curves causing the wind to hit them from all angles. Déja took a deep breath, laid her head on Donovan's back, closed her eyes, and let go of all the stress and anxiety that was haunting her. She let her mind roam; she felt free. It had taken her a while to get to this point, but here she is, happy, and Donovan was the nucleus of that happiness.

The couple arrived in their destination town and promptly found a diner to have brunch. They ate their food and discussed a future which included the both of them being together. Déja marveled at the thought of them always being with one another, and Donavan wanted nothing more than to always be the man in her life. Déja rounded out his complexed world, and in return, his main focus was keeping his woman happy.

After brunch, it was decided that they were going to take it easy for the remainder of the day, and tour the area on the following day.

The next day, the two lovers embarked on an expedition around the area. They went into shops, boutiques, and a small market place, in which they stumbled upon. There they came across a man with a Polish accent who sold them a pair of tickets for a boat ride that was taking place within the hour.

Upon arriving to the dock, they saw that their boat was actually a 240 ft. mega yacht. The two stood agape before boarding the floating mansion. All guests were in one area, meeting and greeting, as the yacht took to sea. The patrons were allowed tour the yacht on their own. Donovan and Déja went off with another couple, Harrison and Simone, whom they met during the meet and greet.

The deck was lavish, with various seating arrangements throughout. Once the couples reached downstairs, they saw that the inside was even more radiant than the outside deck. The interior was of neutral beige with gold accents. In the living room there was a huge sectional that sat across from two royal purple sitting chairs. Hiding in the corner was a see through, glass like piano. As they toured even more, they came across the master bedroom which was very spacious and laced with a king size bed. What stood out the most were the lights on the ceiling over the bed, which in the dark, made it look as if you were looking at the constellations.

After the tour, the couples sat on the deck, and conversed over a meal and drinks. As time passed, Donovan politely excused Déja and himself from their newfound companions. He took Déja by the hand and led her around the enormous deck. He then led her through the same door that took them downstairs when they were on the tour. Déja questioned where they were going, but Donovan just told her come along.

The two reached the master bedroom, but something was different. The room was now very dimly lit. Reluctantly, Déja entered the room with Donovan. She looked at him with a look that said, I hope you're not doing what I think you're planning on doing. Donovan just smiled as he walked over to the closet in search of something. He came back with two folded sheets in his hand and spread them across the bed.

Before she knew it, they were both undressing one another. Déja finished undressing first then positioned herself on the bed. When Donovan finished undressing and turned towards the bed, he was in for an eyeful. Déja was in the middle of the bed, legs open, with her fingers spreading her lips. Donovan’s erection heightened as he grabbed it and marveled at what was in front of him. Déja’s juices started to creep out as she constantly stuck three fingers in and out causing her twat to make sounds.

She instructed Donovan to stroke his dick for her. He gripped the head and slowly moved down the shaft and back up again. Déja turned onto her stomach, lifted her ass into the air, placed her arm beneath her and proceeded to play with her glistening slit again. She twisted her body a tad bit, so that she can look back at Donovan, whom was still stroking himself.

Déja removed her fingers, bringing them up to her mouth and slowly sucked on them. She then signaled for Donovan to come to her. She turns onto her back. Two fingers go back into her. When she removes them, they are laced with her thick love cream. She places her fingers into Donovan’s mouth. His hot tongue delightfully lapped away the remnants of her wetness from her fingers. She retrieved her fingers from his mouth, and once again, began sucking on them herself.

Déja rolled onto her stomach again, this time spreading her ass cheeks. Without any hesitation, Donovan dove into her pussy, tongue first. Déja pushed back onto his face, moving her rear up and down on his slithering tongue. Sparks of lust, blazed inside of her as he sucked on her swollen clit. Donovan did not stop until Déja’s body shook and collapsed on the bed.

Donovan lifted Déja’s backside up towards him slid his cock into her dripping slit. Déja let out a moan as she felt the width of his manhood widening her walls. She arches her back as he palms her smooth ass with one hand and slightly pushes down on her lower back with the other. He pumps into her, slowly at first, then gradually increasing his pace. Déja greets his every thrust, each time feeling his weighted balls slap against her.

Déja pushed herself up until she was on all fours, then up some more until she was on her knees, with Donovan still inside of her. He wraps his arms around her. She grabs his head. He pants heavily as she squeezes her pussy muscles and grinds on his dick, allowing him to feel the full effect of her erotic bliss.

Abruptly, Déja pulled forward, freeing herself from Donovan's probing cock. She turned around and pushed him down onto the bed. She kissed her way up his body before mounting him. Déja came face to face with Donovan and paused. She could see the hunger in his eyes; the hunger for her. Passionately, she kissed him and reached back, placing the head of his erection at her entrance. She pushed back on it until there was penetration. She felt as dick, dick, and even more dick slid up inside her, filling her lustful desires. Donovan reached for her neck as she sat up and wined pon his cocky like she dancing to a dancehall tune. She could feel a rush traveling within her, in search of an exit.

Donovan skillfully grinds back with her. Déja leans back so that Donovan's dick continuously rubs against her clitoris. He grabs onto her, slamming her down on him harder and harder, faster and faster. Déja moans. Donovan grunts. Their pace hastens. Déja’s moans turns to screams as boiling juices gushes out onto Donovan’s rod. Suddenly, holding Déja close, he roars, releasing a stream of white lava into her soaked cave.

The two easily sliped back upstairs just as the yacht was docking. They smiled and held hands as they exited for dry land. It was now time to head back home. Before getting on the motorcycle, Donovan scooped Déja into his arms and told her that was one hell of a ride. Déja smile and responded, the ride was far from over……

©2016

Thank you Kristie Lovelace for always believing in and supporting O' TheWriter. Your pictures are exquisite. Thanks for trusting me and my imagination to use them.

Outdoorsman

Da’yum, I just finished reading a novel by one of my favorite authors and the sex scenes in that thing had me on edge; fidgeting and wanting to play with my twat. I apologize if I’m being a little too forward, but ladies I’m sure that you all can relate. We’ve all had moments when there’s no one around, and that urge starts to seep in and take over, and there’s nothing that you can do but take care of the situation yourself.

Anyhow, there was a shower scene in the book that was steamier than a sauna. It’s one of the reasons I hate shower scenes in books. The book makes it out to be so perfect, but when it’s time to duplicate it with your partner, it never seems to go down as smoothly as it does in the book itself. There’s always fumbling, struggling, and mishaps going on that the author of the book fails to mention. My shower sex was nothing like those described in books. Ladies (oh, and gentlemen) here’s my story……

Well, to those of you who don’t know (that should be all of you) my name is Torica, or Tori for short. I am very happily married with three children, and they're all from the same man, my husband, Rob. I’m a city girl, but my husband, on the other hand, is a straight up country boy. We’ve been together for over twelve years and I still don’t understand some of his ways. For instance, when we first bought our house, he insisted on having an outside shower. Now, I’m already living with him in a rural country area, but who wants to shower outside with the bugs? Needless to say, he got his outdoors shower. Rob took plenty of showers in that thing. From where it was positioned, I could see into it from our bedroom window. He always tried to get me to shower with him, but I would refuse him each and every time.

From time to time, I would watch him from our window as he showered. Now my husband may not be the most attractive man in the world, or the most endowed, but he is still very desirable, especially to me. I liked how the sun would gleam on Rob’s body while the water trickled down his six foot frame. I would watch him take his shower in it’s entirely. Damn, I love that man.

On one particular day, I was staring out of the window at the shower. Rob was out with his friends and the boys were off with their grandparents, which left me home alone. I had just gotten through cleaning. Slowly coming out of my clothes, I couldn’t keep my eyes away from the shower. I wondered in deep thought while staring at it. Oh, what the hell….. I went into the bathroom, grabbed my wash cloth, placed my towel around me, and headed out the door. Once outside, I walked hastily towards the shower, and entered it just as quickly. I glanced around to see if anyone had seen me, or could see me at that manner. The coast looked clear, but then I noticed something. From a different angle, at our neighbors’ house, there was a window, which if anyone looked through it, they could see the shower. Not only that, but they are able to see inside of it as well.

I stood motionless for a while, gathering the strength to strip and turn the shower on. Once I was able to do it, I closed my eyes and let myself go as the stream of water trickled on me. I took my cloth and applied the liquid soap to it. Commencing to washing my body, I felt liberated, free per say. Outside showering was quite different from what I was used to. Now I know why my husband insists on taking his showers out here. I cleansed my arms, breasts, stomach, and legs. When I went to wash my back, a force pulled the cloth from my hand. Startled, I quickly did an about-face, only to find myself face to face with the man whom I have been in love with for so many years. Rob looked at me with a smirk on his face. Without saying a word, he turned me around and washed my back. When he was through, I took the cloth from his hand, rinsed it out, rung it, and hung it up. He then told how shocking it was to him when he came home only to look through our bedroom window and spot me outside in the shower. Coyly, I turned away. Grabbing the soap, I began lathering his body, followed by washing him with his cloth. As I did this, Rob spoke to me in a calm manner. My husband always made sure that I knew how much he loves me, and the tone in his voice did just that.

As he spoke, I put the wash cloth to his wand of wonders. Instantly, it grew and hardened in my hands. I looked up at him. The stare that he gave me, told me that it was about to go down in a major way. Now, my husband’s tool is not the largest in the world, but at the same time, it’s far from being the smallest. I looked down at it, watching as it pulsated in my hand. It’s brown tone interrupted by bulging veins. Slowly, I kneeled down, until I was face to face with Rob’s enlarged vagina pleaser. I began to salivate at the thought of it touching the back of my throat. Ready to engorge his manhood, I parted my lips. As I got closer, Rob stopped me abruptly, and motioned for me to stand. Looking at him, I rose slowly to my feet.

My husband, a man of few words, then dropped to his knees, looked up at me, and told me that a king bows to no one, except his queen. Lowering his head, he kissed my feet. Moderately coming up, he traced a trail up my leg, stopping at the crease that lies between my thighs. Looking up at me, he placed his arms around me, with his hands landing on my upper back. I felt his hands slowly descending down the outer limits of my spine, coming to a halt at the brim of my voluptuous backside. Grasping my ass in his hands, gently and strategically, he kissed me on my belly. Again he did this, and one more time. Three kisses, on three separate stretch marks. I let out a sigh, as I remember him telling me once before that he does this as a token of his appreciation for me baring our three sons.

As I pondered this with my eyes closed, Rob hoisted my right leg onto his shoulder. Catching me off guard, he shoved his tongue deeply into the brinks of my love, causing me to succumb to him. His tongue swirled inside of me, before finding its way to my clitoris and instantly attacking it. Palming my ass, he pulled me closer to him. Adrenaline flowed through my body, searching for an exit. Waves of pleasure pushed towards my inner thighs. I could feel my clit swelling to massive proportions. Rob inserted two fingers and began banging and sucking away at the same time. Repeating this process several times, he pushed his fingers in and out of me steadily, then quickly, and back to a steady pace again. By this time, I was so ready to cum. It’s as if Rob sensed this, and all of a sudden, he stopped.

He stood up and looked me in my eyes. His hands slid across my body in smooth rhythmic motions. His tongue parted my lips and entered my mouth. The taste my divineness on his tongue heightened my sensual senses. Damn this man knows how to take my breath away.

I pulled away from him and lifted my leg around his waist. Clumsily, I leaned back against the shower wall, putting my other leg around him. Rob struggled to keep from dropping me. I wanted him badly inside of me.  My vaginal walls were pulsating; desiring to be wrecked by his erection.

I let out a gasp, as he guided himself deep in me. His sex organ maneuvered in and out of me with concentrated strokes, brushing against my clit each and every time. My eyes closed. I held on to him with one hand, while I brought my other hand to my breasts, alternately squeezing and pinching them.

Rob maintained his pace while holding me up from my bottom. Somehow he managed to place his finger right at my anus, making circular movements around it and slightly entering it at times. It was driving me crazy. Moving my lower body, I sexed him back. He stumbled a little, but was able to keep his balance, as well as keep up his pace.

Opening my eyes, something garnered my attention towards the window at house next door. I froze. I was glaring eye to eye with Monica (our neighbor). She didn’t bother to move or cover up the fact that she was peeping in on us. She just stood there, continuing to look, as I continued to stare her down also.

I knew for a fact that Monica was attracted to my husband. I could tell by the way she looked at him when we all crossed paths. Since she wanted to look, I decided to put on a show, to let her know why Rob chose me as his wife, and to why he refuses to stray from home.

Rob kept thrusting his rod into me, making me moan louder with each stroke. I lifted my breast towards his face. His strokes slowed, and immediately he began to savor my erect nipple. Sensations were building throughout my body. I started grinding on his stiffness. The shower water splashed over our bodies, and then it happened. I let loose on his pole with my own shower water. Rob’s knees weakened. He was on the verge of breakthrough. He pumped harder. I knew he was about cum. I had him put me down. Hastily, I dropped to my knees, grabbed my husband’s erectile, and jacked it ferociously, making sure that I maintained my motion on the tip. I looked up at Rob. His arms were stretched out against the shower wall. His head was raised towards the sky, and his face quenched. The head of his penis was swollen. I pointed it at my chin and within a few swift strokes, nut came spurting out, striking my lower face. I lowered his shaft so the he could finish off on my breasts. With his ejaculating wand in my hand, I commenced to rub it on my chest, smearing his sperm with it.

I wasn’t finished with him yet. Feeling a bit devilish, I placed my husband’s cock in my mouth, but before I could really get into what I was doing, Rob stopped me. He was spent, and unable to take anymore. Lowering himself to his knees, he took me in his arms and kissed me. Our embrace was long and sustaining. After a while, Rob rose to his feet with me in tow. He turned off the shower and walked out, cradling me, like a baby, in his arms.

As we headed towards the house, I glanced over Rob’s shoulder at the window next door. I was just in time to see Monica rolling her eyes and walking away. Enjoying the ride in those familiar arms, I let out a smirk and buried my face in my husband’s chest. This was my triumphant moment; an unspoken claim to what is mine.

©2015

Ultimatum II (The Reproduction)

Raven opened her eyes, taking in her surroundings. Sun rays peeked through the window causing her to squint. Once her eyes adjusted to the brightness of the sun’s early light, she focused on a Canary that was singing its little heart out from a tree limb right outside of her window. Losing herself within her own thoughts, she thought back to a night which still haunts her; a night five years in the past.

[“Shaheed, I don’t want to be alone tonight, or any other night. Don’t go back out”, Raven exclaimed. Stay with me and let’s have a future together. You can do other things; legal things. Let me awaken in the morning, to you holding me.”

The load of Raven’s words bore heavily on Shaheed’s shoulders. On one side, the woman he loved beckoning him for what he could see as a well flourished life, and on the other, the pavements that he’s spent years etching his name into. He stood motionless, with his face perplexedly aging before Raven’s eyes…..

Fatigued, Raven collapsed onto Shaheed, concealing the lone tear that escaped her eye. Shaheed held on to her, embracing her warm naked body into his strong but loving grasp.

It was late. Smiling as she rested in the arms of an exhausted Shaheed, Raven slowly drifted to sleep with thoughts of a secure future with the man she loved. Moments later, she was awakened by a strange feeling. Turning over, she strained her eyes to focus, and noticed Shaheed getting dressed. No words were spoken between them. Raven moved slowly to get up. She put on her robe, and walked Shaheed to the door. The two kissed before Shaheed exited into the night. Saddened, Raven shut and locked the door, knowing that not only did Shaheed exit her apartment, but her life as well.]

“Raven. Raven!”

Raven snapped out of her thoughts and back into the real world. A man of pecan complexion, with a medium build and no signs of muscle separation, was looking down at her. His facial expression was that of concern.

“Have you heard anything that I said, babe? What were you in such deep thought about?”

“Oh. Huh? What did you say?”

“I asked if you want me to fix you some breakfast before I head out the door.”

“No honey, I’ll be fine. I’ll eat later when I get out of bed. You have a good day at work and I’ll see you when you get home.”

At that moment, Dwayne, Raven’s husband of the last year and a half, kissed his wife and left for work.

Dwayne worked as a freelance contractor for a few businesses in town. He was not of the wealthy, but he wasn’t bad off neither. He and Raven had met about a year after the Shaheed ordeal. It took him a while, but he convinced Raven to give him the opportunity of being with her. The two dated and down the line were married in front of family and friends. He moved Raven out of her apartment in the city and into a quiet suburban neighborhood.

Later that evening, Raven scurried around the house. Dwayne had called her earlier, informing her that a potential client will be joining them for dinner. He told her not to worry about cooking dinner because he would pick up take-out on his way home.

“Baby I’m home”, Dwayne blasted.

“I’m almost ready. I’ll be down shortly.” Raven finished getting herself together and headed downstairs. Approaching the end of the stairwell, she could hear two voices; two very familiar voices. Entering the den, where the voices were coming from, Dwayne greeted her with a hug and kiss.

“Baby, let me introduce you to a childhood friend of mine. This is….”

Before Dwayne could complete his sentence, the man that he was talking to turned around, holding one of Raven and Dwayne’s wedding pictures in his hand. Raven’s mouth dropped and her knees buckled. Dwayne caught her and helped her to regain her balance.

“Raven, are you alright?”

“Yes, yes” Raven replied as she regained her composure.

Dwayne looked at Raven. “This is my friend and potential client, Shaheed. Shaheed, this is my wife Raven.”

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Mrs. Dickson” Shaheed responded without taken his eyes off of Raven.

“Same here” Raven coolly replied, “but, please call me Raven.”

“Raven, it is.”

The three ate the takeout that Dwayne had picked up on his way home. Shaheed and Dwayne talked about the times they spent together growing up on some of the roughest streets of the city. Every so often, they would bring Raven into the conversation. She was tense and a bit uncomfortable in her own home. Memories of her and Shaheed raced through her mind. This could not be happening.

 Later that night, after Shaheed left, Dwayne, took a shower, then joined Raven in bed. Her back was to him, but by the way his man-hood was pressing against and poking her, she knew exactly what he wanted. She was not in the mood. Too much had happened that day and she was trying to get Shaheed off her mind, but just couldn’t fathom to do so. She told Dwayne that that she wasn’t feeling to well. Soon, he was fast asleep, leaving her up with an erratic mind.

As weeks passed, things got back to normal. Shaheed’s presence was no longer felt, and Raven’s thoughts of him had pretty much vanished. That was until Raven got a phone call one day from a number that was not programmed in her phone. It was Shaheed. He had stolen her number out of Dwayne’s cell phone while the two of them were out conducting business. Raven’s first reaction was to hang up, but something did not allow her to. She pleaded for Shaheed to leave her alone as he tried to get her to hear him out about how much he misses her and wanted to be with her. These calls from Shaheed went on for weeks until Raven agreed to meet with him under the notion that afterwards, he would leave her alone, as well as end all business affairs with her husband.

On the day of the initial meeting, Raven made sure that she dressed down and put on no type of fragrance. She did not want to pique Shaheed’s interest any more than it already was. The two met in broad daylight, in a public area where they talked while having lunch. Shaheed’s idea of conversation was bringing up memories of their past. Raven tried changing the subject and blocking him out, but the more Shaheed spoke, the more his words touched her in places that they shouldn’t have.

Raven had a soft spot for Shaheed and he was slowly but surely getting to that spot. The wall that she had built up concerning him was crumbling. She had to retreat before her vulnerability showed. She rose from the table in which they sat and informed Shaheed that his time was up and he was not successful at what he was trying to do. He simply nodded as a notion that he will keep his end of the bargain. He paid for their lunch and insisted on walking Raven to her car.

Raven was parked in a dimly lit corner on the northern end of the parking deck. As they approached, her car beeped, unlocking the doors. Shaheed opened the driver’s door for her. Before she could enter the car, he grabbed her swiftly by the waist and pulled her into him, shoving his tongue into her mouth. Raven pushed at him, but the more she struggled, the tighter he held on to her. Then the tighter he clenched her, the more relaxed she got. She reciprocated his kiss, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck. With Shaheed’s hands finding their way beneath her shirt, Raven started to have mixed thoughts, but Shaheed had already closed the driver’s door and opened the rear passenger door thus thrusting Raven into the back seat of the car. Climbing in on top of her and closing the door, he took a brief moment to look at her. With no signs of resistance, Shaheed continued his onslaught.

 

Removing Raven’s clothing, as well as his, he licked and sucked on her, grasping her like a man who has been vastly deprived. Their lips connected once again, and their tongues danced a forbidden dance. Shaheed’s breathing became haphazard as Raven’s hand glided across his crotch. Her hand seemed to have lengthened his penis as if it was a magical wand of some sort. His mouth found its way to her ripened nipples as he sucked and pulled on her breasts. She arched her back, pushing her breast further into his mouth. She braced herself, her hand leaving his erection to dangle between her thighs. The tension made them both feel like they could explode at that very moment.

Raven squirmed in the seat, ready for what was to come. Shaheed handled his massiveness, and led it into Raven’s moistened vagina. She gasped deeply. There was no turning back. She gyrated and he pumped as her hand found their way to his buttocks, pulling him into her, each time harder than the previous. She missed this. She wanted and lusted for this. There were no thoughts of Dwayne and the life that they had together, just Shaheed and this sinful pleasure.

She was soft, wet, and extremely heated. Shaheed altered his pace in order to keep from cumming. Raven put her foot up on the head rest by the rear window and the other on the driver’s seat. She moaned and cursed, urging him on, urging to reach her orgasm. Shaheed felt the burning sensation to release, but he refused to do so until Raven had gotten her satisfaction. His face frowning as he struggled to hold it in. Raven’s body became stiff. She grasped the cloth like material of the car’s interior. She trembled. Her toes curled, and she yelled out as she drenched Shaheed’s penis with her ever flowing orgasm.

Shaheed slowed down a bit, but the feeling was much too unbearable. He pumped harder and faster. The sounds of slapping skin filled the car. He thrusted. The head of his penis had swollen to enormous proportions. He thrusted even more and more until finally, he popped off, spewing his load into her. His body collapsed and Raven held onto him as the guilt began to set in.

Raven avoided Shaheed at all costs after that, even going as far as to block his number from calling her phone. She could not risk what happened that day in the back of her car to happen again. She and Dwayne were on one accord, and she needed Shaheed out of her system.

One particular morning, while at work, Dwayne received a phone call from Raven. She was stuck at home. Her car wasn’t starting, and she had an important luncheon that she needed to get to. Dwayne stressed to her that it was not possible for him to leave work at this time, but he will make sure that she gets to where she needs to be.

An hour later, Raven’s phone rings, and it is Dwayne.

“I have someone coming to take you to your luncheon. He’ll be there shortly.”

“Oh, thank you baby, I love you so much. Muah!”

Raven ended the call before Dwayne could say anything else. Her husband had come through in the clutch, and she was extremely satisfied with relief.

Moments later the doorbell rang. Raven answered on the second ring. Her mouth dropped open when she saw Shaheed standing before her.

“What are you doing here? You have to leave; I am expecting someone.” she screeched.

“I know”, Shaheed replied, “I am the ‘someone’ that Dwayne sent to give you a ride to wherever you need to go.”

“I am not going anywhere with you Shaheed. I’d rather miss my appointment than to be around you.”

“Raven just come on. If it eases you, I have somewhere to be also. I’m going to drop you off where you need to be, and your husband is going to pick you up.”

Raven did not want to miss her luncheon, so she settled on going with Shaheed. The ride was a quiet one until Shaheed reached over and placed his hand on Raven’s thigh. Immediately she scorned him and slapped him. Shaheed was shocked, but not as shocked as to what was bound to happen.

For a brief moment, unable to stay focused because of the slap that had just stunned his face, Shaheed did not notice another vehicle that ran a stop sign, slamming into his car and striking it on the passenger side…….

Dwayne rushed into the hospital room. “Baby, are you ok. Are you hurt? This is all my fault.”

“Dwayne, I’m fine. It’s just some minor cuts and bruises, nothing more to worry about. The doctor will be back shortly.”

At that moment the door opened and the doctor walks in. “Doc, is she going to be alright?”

“Yes, she is; and you are?” the doctor asked.

“I’m her husband.”

“Mr. Dickson, your wife is fine.” The doctor then looks towards Raven. “Mrs. Dickson, I will bring your discharge papers so that you can be on your merry way. You may feel some pain and some stiffness later, so I will prescribe something for you. Also, I will also advise that for the sake of your child, you do not get into any more accidents.”

Raven looked puzzled. “Child? We have no children.”

The doctor looked at Raven and Dwayne. “Mrs. Dickson, you are three weeks pregnant.”

“Pregnant, are you sure?” Dwayne asked.

“Yes, I double checked just to make sure. Congratulations. Mrs. Dickson, I’ll be right back with your paperwork.”

Dwayne bent down and hugged Raven who was laying in the hospital bed in disbelief. Putting her arms around him and hugging him back, she stared into the eyes of a stunned Shaheed, who had been quietly standing in the corner of the room, witnessing the whole interaction between husband, wife, doctor, and soon to be CHILD…..

Ultimatum

Although Raven had a bustling day at work, she scurried to straighten up her one bedroom apartment. Two hours later, she was through with it all. The mood of her apartment was set to her liking. Her place was now dimly lit and had the aroma of a warm spring day in the country. She was freshly showered and had put on her favorite pair of lounging jeans’ and a tank-top. Her TV was set to her favorite network show at the time.

Sitting in the living area, she sipped on a glass of white wine, while watching television. Without warning, the sound of her doorbell filled the room. Before she could reach the door, it had rung two more times. Opening it, Raven stood there gazing at a man standing at about six-two. He had a caramel complexion, cropped haircut, lean build, and a Texas Hold ‘em type stare. He was dressed in faded blue jeans, a grey hoodie with a black leather jacket over it, and a pair of tan construction boots.

He gave Raven a peck on the lips before welcoming himself in. He took his boots off at the door, entered further into the apartment, and took off his jacket and sweater.

“Would you like something to drink” Raven asked, opening the refrigerator and pouring herself another glass of wine.

“Do you have any juice?”

“Juice?”

“Yeah, juice. I have to go back out and make another run. I have to be clear headed, can’t afford to make any mistakes ma, you know how it is.”

Raven poured some fruit juice into a glass and handed it over. She stared intently. “Shaheed, have you made up your mind as to what we talked about when you were last here?”

Shaheed looked at Raven. “C’mon Rave, don’t start that now ma. I got a lot going on and don’t have time to deal with the extra.”

“The extra, Shaheed? I told you the consequences, and I meant every word of it.”

Shaheed stood motionless as he tried to read Raven’s facial expression. His thoughts went back to when he first met her two years ago. He and she had been an item until she found out that he had a baby mama whom he was still in a relationship with. Since then, he had patched things up with Raven. He was no longer with his baby mama, but he wasn’t with Raven neither.

Raven knew that Shaheed was messing around with other females. She knew that he refused to commit to her, but, as he put it, he didn’t want to put her through the unnecessary. The last time that Shaheed visited her, Raven explained to him that she wanted more from and for him. Shaheed dealt with the streets to a level where he was pretty successful, but Raven wanted him out. She also wanted a commitment from him on a personal level. She told him that if he couldn’t adhere to these two requests by the time that he came to see her again, that it would be their last time together.

The pressure was on. Shaheed did give thought to Raven’s requests. Deep within him, he really loved her. To him, she was different from other females that he crossed paths with. Raven was goal oriented. She was mature in every sense of the word. Shaheed saw these things in her. He saw many things in her, and knew that when things get right, according to him, that it will be Raven whom he will want to be with.

Shaheed placed the glass on a nearby counter after consuming some of its content. He walked closer to Raven, stopping when his body was slightly touching hers. The stare that they gave one another was of one that needed no words; a continuous stare of two people with an underlying love for one another; a stare that would lead to bodies being embraced, lips meeting, and hearts mollifying.

“Shaheed, I don’t want to be alone tonight, or any other night. Don’t go back out”, Raven exclaimed. Stay with me and let’s have a future together. You can do other things; legal things. Let me awaken in the morning, to you holding me.”

The load of Raven’s words bore heavily on Shaheed’s shoulders. On one side, the woman he loved beckoning him for what he could see as a well flourished life, and on the other, the pavements that he’s spent years etching his name into. He stood motionless, with his face perplexedly aging before Raven’s eyes.

She felt for him. She knew what she was asking of him seemed simple to her, but to him, it was quite perplexed. None the less, this was what she needed. Now was not the time for her heart to stifle. She had to be strong willed and stand by her words.

Raven kissed Shaheed, easing his face of the tension that plagued it. She sucked on his tongue in the same manner that she sucked on his manhood many times before. During the process of kissing, he removed the t-shirt that clung to her body, and loosened her brassiere strap, allowing her bra to find its way next to their feet, which in turn, revealed her flesh to the warm atmosphere of the heated apartment. She lifted his shirt over his head, and let it fall to the floor, then rubbed her hand across his chest. 

“Don’t you want this forever, Shaheed?” she asked between breaths of air.

Shaheed reciprocated by pushing Raven against a nearby wall. She pushed back until his back landed against the opposing wall, in which she removed his pants exposing his black boxer-briefs. The two kissed vigorously with Raven leading Shaheed towards the bedroom.

Entering the bedroom and still locking lips with the tall handsome man, Raven made a slight turn into the bathroom. Shaheed undid her button and zipper as Raven positioned herself onto the bathroom sink. His hand coasted across her body, easily finding the spots that made her tingle. He knew her body well, and prided himself on that. Inch by inch, he began lowering the jeans that hugged Raven’s curves. She had on her favorite thong. Shaheed finally removed it all from her body and dropped his briefs.

Raven’s eyes clung to the mammoth erection that was probing at her. She reached for it, sliding the head up and down on her slit. Shaheed continued rubbing her body. The hot wetness that seeped onto his tip had him anxiously waiting for the moment of penetration. He wanted her….. he wanted this.

Shaheed lifted Raven up off of the sink and took her into the bedroom, resting her back against yet another wall. With her legs wrapped around his waist, he guided himself into her. Raven let out a gasp.

“It seems like you get bigger every time you enter me.”

Shaheed smiled and pumped in and out of Raven’s inner core. His pace was very rhythmically, with each thrust building upon the previous. Raven closed her eyes and held on. Feelings of undeniable felicity seared through her body. She whined her waistline like that of a Dancehall Queen. Her juices flowed from within and onto the object of pleasure that was rattling her insides.

Shaheed grew weary and headed for the bed with Raven in tow. Without missing a beat, he laid her down gently with his erection still in her. Knowing what she liked, he worked her slowly, his hands expeditiously roaming her body. Raven let out melodic moans as she grasped Shaheed’s backside pulling him harder and deeper into her, synchronizing herself to his strokes. The way that he danced inside of her, had her adrift among the clouds. She opened her eyes, looked up at him, and smiled. The curves of her smile entranced him as he leaned in towards her and sucked her bottom lip.

“Stay with me Shaheed. Don’t go anywhere”

Shaheed continued his motion, now with more intensity. This was home. His cock, fully extended and rock hard, inside of its heated safe haven which happened to be Raven's vagina. His facial expression was stern with deep concentration. Raven pulled his upper torso down onto her. With her legs spread eagle, Shaheed reached beneath her, lifting her ass into the air. He plummeted inside her well lubricated love box, his penis expanding her walls to accommodate its thickness. Raven closed her eyes, turned her head to the side, moaned, and dug into Shaheed's back.

Shaheed panted as he neared his climax. Before he could get to the finish line, Raven turned him onto his back and ascended onto him. She positioned his shaft to the exact coordinates of her opening and eased down on it. She was now the dominant. Bracing herself, she rose and fell on him like the most anticipated ride at Great Adventures. She leaned inward, straightened her back, and let her waist and ass do all the work, while occasionally looking back at her own derriere.

With Shaheed’s hand gripping her back side and the other pinching and pulling at her nipple, Raven yelled out, “Oh God, God, God…… I’m cummin!” 

She placed her hands around Shaheed's neck and rode harder, faster, and more redundant. She tensed up, tightening her vaginal muscles around Shaheed's erection, and sexed him in a way that she had never done before. To her, she was riding the streets out of him. If they were going to have a future together, this was her last chance of attaining that goal. She pushed on, riding harder and reaching back to massage his now oversize scrotum. Sweat dripped from her body. Her mouth was wide open as she panted heavily. She felt her buildup swarming to her midsection in search of an exit. At the same time of her release, Shaheed let out an earth-shaking roar as he depleted his massive load inside her.

Fatigued, Raven collapsed onto Shaheed, concealing the lone tear that escaped her eye. Shaheed held on to her, embracing her warm naked body into his strong but loving grasp.

It was late. Smiling as she rested in the arms of an exhausted Shaheed, Raven slowly drifted to sleep with thoughts of a secure future with the man she loved. Moments later, she was awakened by a strange feeling. Turning over, she strained her eyes to focus, and noticed Shaheed getting dressed. No words were spoken between them. Raven moved slowly to get up. She put on her robe, and walked Shaheed to the door. The two kissed before Shaheed exited into the night. Saddened, Raven shut and locked the door, knowing that not only did Shaheed exit her apartment, but her life as well.