Remote Possibilities

When the universe sends you the person of your dreams, there’s nothing you can do but hold on for the ride of a lifetime.  There’s no way to plan for it, there’s no way to calculate how things should progress; you just have to be present in each moment to receive the gifts you deserve.  Little did Marcus and Karen understand how perfectly suited they were for one another and how vulnerable it would make them in the eyes of the other. 

Most people assume that when you meet someone whom you like, it all happens by chance, that it’s all a matter of luck.  Little do they know that cosmic forces work diligently, crafting and planning, coordinating and preparing the perfect set of circumstances in order to facilitate the spark that ignites true love.  All the forces of extraordinary chemistry were in place at the Borders bookstore in Hyde Park and the only thing missing were the key players in the game.  Karen Anderson was in place, sipping a cup of tea with her head buried in her laptop, oblivious to the world.  Enter Marcus Stevenson, stage left, precariously balancing a tray with food, books, and an ulterior motive while looking for a seat. 

“Excuse me, Miss, is this seat taken?” 

Karen looked up, slid her things to the side to make space for her new table companion, and mumbled something barely audible that sounded like, “No, go right ahead.”  She went back to staring at her computer screen and shutting out the world around her.  She was desperately trying to stay focused but deep inside her heart had just skipped a beat.  Marcus was breathtaking.  Standing 6’ even, he towered over her 5’6” petite frame.  His butterscotch complexion, dark brown expressive eyes, and enormous smile melted her heart.  Karen was attracted in a way she hadn’t felt since her first crush in Middle School.  Her palms were sweaty and she could actually feel an electric current coursing through her body.  Her body was one big mass of heightened sensation.  To the casual observer, she was just another lady in self-absorbed, technological distraction.  Nervous and shy, she didn’t even dare look up to make eye contact with her tablemate. 

“For all your generosity in sharing your space with me, I think you should at least accept my offer of some more tea.”  Karen looked up as Marcus was sliding a freshly brewed pot of Good Hope Vanilla tea towards her.  He motioned at the fellow behind the counter and said with a smile, “He was kind enough to tell me what you were drinking, I hope you don’t mind.” 

“Gee, that’s very nice of you but it’s not at all necessary,” she said, thinking that was the most polite way to say, “Oh hell no, you aren’t going to drug me with a roofie.”  Before she could even get the thought completely processed, Marcus anticipated her reaction, poured a cup for himself, and took a sip.

“Hey, this is pretty good, I think you might have turned me on to something new.  I like it!” 

Karen smiled at the coincidence and graciously accepted the offer of tea and went right back to burying her head in her work.  She didn’t want to assume he was flirting with her and she was totally unskilled at how to show interest in a man, so she went back to pretending she wasn’t at all interested in Marcus and planning on what she would say on the remote possibility that he extended himself to her again in conversation.  After twenty minutes, she figured she’d ruined her chance of striking up a conversation with him and made a mental note to herself to be just a little bit more assertive the next time a gorgeous man sat down at the table next to her.  She had all but given up her hopes that he might be interested in her, when, she stared at her computer screen and blurted out in complete shock, “Three thousand dollars?”

Marcus looked up from his reading and inquired, “Is everything okay over there?” 

Karen apologized for disturbing him, “Oh, I’m terribly sorry, but I put a bid on something on eBay and the price has shot up to $3000 with only twenty minutes left in the auction.  I’ve been watching this item for a week now and there was no activity on it at $800.  Now, there’s no way I can get it.  It’s way out of my budget.”  She looked disappointed but Marcus thought her cute little nose squished up and her lips pouting out made her look incredibly sexy. 

“What on earth were you interested in getting that upset you so, if you don’t mind me asking that is?”  Truth be told, Marcus was looking for any opportunity to strike up a conversation.  He had seen her sitting at the table from the second he walked in and he was instantly attracted.  It was the sort of, “This is the woman I’m going to marry,” attraction that guys talk about in locker rooms when they are describing the woman that is going to make them change their ways.  From head to toe, she was his idea of perfection.  From her head of braids to her exquisite face, all the way down to her delicious looking toes that peeked out from beneath the table in her cute sandals.  After he made the first move and she didn’t respond, he figured she was probably happily married already with two kids and a dog.  Women that beautiful weren’t the type of women to be single. 

“Oh, it was just a piece of Shona sculpture that I wanted to add to my collection and . . . well, never mind, it’s no big deal.” 

Marcus’s face lit up.  “You like Shona sculpture?  No way!  Check it, I’m reading a book on Shona sculpture right now.”  He handed her a substantial coffee table book that he had been reading and went on and on about how it was such a small world. 

Skeptical, Karen remarked, “Yeah, coincidence, isn’t it, just like the tea.”  Are you sure you didn’t look over my shoulder and see what I was looking at?” 

Confessing all his sins, Marcus whispered so the people at the table next to them couldn’t hear of his attraction to her and his attempt to show his interest with the tea.  “Honestly, I love African art and I was just here to look at some different books and Shona sculpture is one of them.  Promise.  Cross my heart.”  That puppy dog expression on his face made Karen just melt.  For the first time, she let down her guard and started to open up. 

It was only then that Karen let the forces of nature take over and guide the connection that would prove to be the most amazing relationship of her life.  Time seemed to stand still as the two began to get to know each other.  Minutes turned into hours, hours turned into days, days turned into weeks.  The more they shared with one another, the more obvious it became that they were twin souls separated at birth.  They shared the same loves, the same passions, and the same temperament.  Most people would say that a love like that would get boring, that opposites attract, variety is the spice of life and all that.  That’s only because they have no concept of what it’s like to find a true soul mate.  They base their beliefs off of relationships formed from physical attraction and lust and then criticize emotional, intellectual, and spiritual connection because they can’t grasp its parameters. 

Within a few months, it was more than apparent that Karen and Marcus were inseparable.  They both loved salsa music and creative vegetarian cooking and obscure cerebral films.  Their love was blossoming and taking on a life of its own.  They were both supportive of each other’s goals in life, Karen the more creative and Marcus the more technical.  There were no secrets to be kept because they could be completely honest without fear of being judged.  No secrets except for one.  There was something unspoken, something unsaid that was the wedge in their machinery.  Marcus was sure it was the bullet that would kill their budding romance. 

Karen, unaware that there were any secrets, was in bliss.  They’d become physically intimate and he seemed like the perfect lover.  He was responsive and gentle and his sensitivity to her needs reminded her of her previous female lovers.  She’d been completely honest with him, sharing details of her past and being completely open about her preferences.  She wasn’t tied one way or the other with being with women or men.  She was open to loving relationships and she was interested in monogamy so whomever she decided to be with, male or female, was going to be the recipient of all of her love and affection, and she expect the same back in return. 

It was a typical Friday night and the pair had just settled in after dinner to listen to some music and relax for the evening at Marcus’s crib.  Neither of them were big fans of television so when Karen suggested that they watch a movie, it sounded like a great and novel idea to both of them.  There was no TV in the living room; it was hidden in an armoire in the bedroom.  Karen made her way to the bedroom with a copy of the DVD Chocolat in one hand and her shoes in the other while Marcus was off to the kitchen to make popcorn and open a bottle of wine.  He was carrying the tray up the stairs when he froze in his tracks.  He almost dropped the goodies out of sheer terror.  He could hear the sounds from the television coming down the hall. 

Karen has made her way to the bedroom to start the movie.  There were three remote controls and she was just pushing combinations of all of them trying to get the DVD to play.  Marcus still has a combination DVD/VCR player and when the screen flickered and images appeared she quickly climbed on the bed to get comfortable.  She was ready to call out to Marcus to hurry up when what she saw made the words freeze in her throat.  There, live and in living color was a video of two men engaged in some serious, hot, and heavy action.  Karen stared at the scene, two men licking and sucking and fucking, but it was more than just typical porn, it was almost as if they were making love.  Karen shifted on the bed, pulling her legs up under her, drawn to the action and afraid to look away but almost sure she should turn it off before Marcus got there.  In an instant, Karen realized that the porno on the screen wasn’t a regular porno; it was a homemade video.  It was a homemade video of Marcus with another man.  She gasped out loud and looked up to see Marcus standing in the doorway with a look of sheer terror on his face. 

She scrambled for the remotes, trying to find the one that would turn off the video but she was pushing buttons in vain.  For a full minute, she was fumbling, cursing, and pushing more buttons trying to turn off the video.  Finally, she pushed the right one and the screen went to blue.  Blue easily described the look on Marcus’ face as she turned to apologize for the accidental invasion of privacy.

“I’m sorry . . . . I  . . . I . . . I didn’t mean to . . . I’m so sorry.” 

Looking dejected and broken, Marcus set down the tray and sat on the edge of the bed to keep from falling down.  He whispered, “There’s no need to apologize, I’m sorry for being dishonest for all these months.”

It was in that moment, Karen froze.  It hadn’t occurred to her that the video might be current.  They had spent every moment together possible and there wasn’t any time that Marcus’s whereabouts weren't unaccounted for, or so she thought.  She was scrambling for her shoes and trying to make her way out of there without crying.  “I thought, I thought we had something special,” she said, sniffing and holding back the tears.  “I never thought you would be capable of cheating.”

Marcus was dumbfounded.  He hadn’t even considered that she would think that he was cheating on her, he was sure she was going to call him a faggot and a sissy and go off about how he wasn’t really a man and about how she was going to out him to the world.  “No, no, no, that was made over two years ago.  I would never cheat on you.  I respect you too much to lie to . . .”  He stopped himself, realizing that his lack of full disclosure counted as a lie.  “I’m sorry, I’m so very sorry.”  He waited patiently; ready to answer questions if she asked, mentally preparing himself for her to walk out of his life forever.

Karen sat on the bed next to him, covering his hand with hers.  She comforted him.  “I can understand why you wouldn’t tell me about this.  I really wish you had but I can understand why you didn’t.  Boo, we were tested.  I know you aren’t positive.  I could have handled it.  You should have trusted me.”

Marcus felt a sigh of relief flow over him.  He’d been expecting the neck rolling, irrational, deranged tantrum of a woman who was going to rip him a new asshole.  It almost seemed to him that Karen was being supportive, allowing him to share with her without judgment.  He couldn’t even conceive of a woman like that.  “Have I watched one too many Oprah shows or is it possible . . .”  He sat staring at the floor, afraid to speak. 

“Or what?  Is it possible that I’m understanding of you being with another man,” she said, finishing his thoughts.  Baby, you should know me by now, you should know me well enough to know that I would never equate your manhood to something as silly as who you share yourself with.  My identity isn’t shaped by whom I sleep with, why would I think anything different for you?” 

With those words, a weight had been lifted off Marcus’ shoulders.  He turned to face Karen and she touched his cheek softly.  She kissed his lower lip, gently sucking it in her mouth and his hands instinctively encircled her.  She fell back on the bed and he tumbled on top of her, driven by passion.  “No, stop,” he said, “We have to talk about this.”  He stood up and paced the room.  He was trying to find the right words but he was just saying the first thing that came to mind. 

“Sometimes, I think we are more alike than is even possible.  I wanted to tell you so many times.  I wanted you to know but I was so afraid you’d leave.”  He continued pacing and talking.  “Reggie and I were lovers, for over a year in fact.  He’s the only man I’ve ever been with, I swear.  I have to tell you the truth and do with it what you want.  It wasn’t just sex, we were a couple.  I cared about him; he cared about me.  There was no top or bottom; nobody was the woman.  We were both men, involved in an intimate, sexual relationship.  I guess I secretly wanted to get caught by leaving the video of us in the machine.  Seems like some sort of sub-conscious fuck up, right?”  He went on and on about how the relationship taught him more about himself than he had ever imagined, and how he sometimes just missed the sex.  It wasn’t a reflection of his dissatisfaction with Karen; it was just a part of his sex life that really couldn’t be duplicated. 

Finished pouring out his heart and soul, Marcus came out of his oblivion and looked up.  Karen was on the bed naked, with her legs spread, watching the video and rubbing the remote on her clit.  His dick jumped at the sexy sight and he wanted nothing more than to bury his face between those silky thighs.  He looked at the TV and his dick jumped again.  It was the scene where he was engaged in a hot, wet 69 with his lover.  Karen’s eyes were glued to the screen and she seemed to be in a trance. 

“Marc, sweetie, is it inconceivable to you that I could be aroused watching you with another man?  How would you feel if you were to watch a video of me with another lover?  You should have trusted me, trusted that I wouldn’t unfairly judge you.  You should have had faith that I would respect you for who you are and not whom you have sex with.  When I look at that video, I see two incredibly beautiful people engaged in an intensely erotic situation.  It turns me on incredibly.”  She spread her legs and beckoned Marcus to come join her on the bed.

It was Marcus who was in a trance now and he fell to his knees and pulled her sexy body close to him.  Karen took his head and held it tightly against her mound.  Karen spread her legs and awaited her moment of reckoning.  He lowered his mouth to her sweet center.  Her slippery and sweet juices were flowing freely.  Her lips were parted slightly, exposing her silken and pink center.  His tongue softly flicked at her clit, sending waves of pleasure throughout her entire body.  Karen’s body jerked and shook every time his lips sucked her sensitive button.  The more he licked the wetter she became.  Her moans and utterances of profane and graphic directions were music to his ears.  “Baby, I love the way you lick my pussy . . . oh shit . . . fuck . . . yesssss.  . . finger me.  Oh, it feels so good.”  Marcus cupped her ass in his hands, pulled her pussy to his mouth, and drove his tongue deep inside her as she released her juices down his throat.  

Karen was not a woman to be denied her own brand of pleasure.  She moved quickly to take advantage of the situation and climbed on top of Marcus.  She held his stiff dick in her soft hands.  She began to softly, gently lick the head, licking it like a soft serve cone and expertly using the tip of her tongue in his slit.  She began swirling her tongue around the head, getting it wet and slippery with her spit; stroking him to full hardness with her hand.  She looked at him with a sexy look in her eyes took his entire length in her mouth in one stroke.  She took a deep breath and went further down, deep-throating him with a technique that would make porn stars jealous.  “Is that the way your boyfriend did it,” she teased. 

Totally consumed, all Reginald could do was moan and grab the sheets tightly.  He was breathless as he knew what was about to come.  Karen began her technique of licking, sucking, and stroking his dick in a way that made him want to lose his mind.  The pleasure was indescribable.  Her lips, her tongue, her mouth and hands all worked together to suck with the right pressure, to lick the right spots, to give him sloppy, wet, sensuous pleasure. 

Marcus, out of control with lust, grabbed his dick and squeezed it tightly so as not to cum.  “Marcus, make love to me, please.”  She was pleading with him, desperate to have him inside her.  Marcus paused, nervous again.  He took the head of his dick and placed it at her hole.  The heat traveled up his body and Karen pulled him to her.  Her silky walls grabbed him and pulled him deeper.  Their cries echoed out into the calm night sky.  He was stroking her hard and she was meeting each thrust with passion.  It was too intense.  Marcus couldn’t control himself.  He needed to be deep inside her, to fill her completely.  Perspiration glowed on their bodies and their grunts became animal-like.  He braced himself and started working her pussy, hitting every spot, every angle.  He was a machine, giving her pleasure like he’d never done before, experiencing pleasure in ways he’d never known were possible. 

Karen was cumming all over him.  Her body was trembling and her juices were flowing freely.  She was begging for more, pleading with him not to stop, so Marcus concentrated and kept up his technique.  He placed her legs on his shoulders and gripped her hips tightly.  Her soft flesh filled his hands.  The head of his dick was hitting bottom and he couldn’t stop his own orgasm from overtaking him.  The cum in his nuts boiled up and exploded inside his lady love as she held him tightly to her body.

           

His orgasm hit him hard.  More than just the physical sensation of pleasure overtook him; it was the realization that they there were no more secrets, that he was accepted and loved unconditionally.  He collapsed on top of her and she cradled him and comforted him in her sweet and loving embrace. 

           

“I will always respect you baby,” she kissed his cheek, “as long as you continue to be a man of integrity,” she whispered our of breath, “and as long as you let me control the remote.”  They laughed, snuggling together as they fell asleep in each other’s arms contemplating the possibilities of what was to come with their new-found sexual freedom. 

Copyright 2006 AfroerotiK

Well, I hope I’ve given a few people something to think about and I’ve opened the door to greater communication for some others.  It’s really past time that we redefine what makes a man and stop having such illogical, knee jerk reactions to healthy erotic expression.  We need to raise our standards of behavior so that sex becomes more than just a way to bust a nut but it is really about sharing someone special with your partner, whether they be male or female. 

Twenty-four Hours

Men are so funny.  All that macho and bravado and arrogance, it’s a wonder they can accomplish anything.  I don’t know why they can never admit when they are wrong.  If Jesse hadn’t been so intent on proving his manhood, he would have never even dared to challenge me on my knowledge of Stevie Wonder.  Come on now, e’rybody with breath in their lungs should acknowledge that I am the Queen of all Stevie knowledge and I keep a running catalog in my head of albums, songs, lyrics, release dates and general Stevie trivia.  Hell, I could even name any Stevie tune in three notes.  Don’t step to the kid unless you are really sure of your bidness, cuz mama will have to embarrass you, and that’s not ever pretty.  Seriously, who on earth would even have the nerve to suggest that the birthday tribute to Dr. King wasn’t released on an album?  Everybody knows it was on Hotter than July, side two, the last track.  Duh, that’s Steveland Morris 101.  I don’t know what got into Jesse that day; usually he’s not prone to being competitive but he insisted that he was right and it was winner take all.  Imagine the look on his face when I pulled out my album, that right, I said my vinyl copy of the album and played it for him on my record player.  You heard me, my record player.



What did we bet?  Well, the loser had to fulfill all the winner’s sexual fantasies for 24 hours.  Not a bad prize at all for something that took no effort on my part.  I planned on making him work for it, too.  On Wednesday, I gave him the list of things I wanted him to do.  I spelled out every detail of what I wanted.  I wanted to be awakened with his tongue on my clit, licking me to orgasm, I wanted to cum in public, I wanted to have at least one anal orgasm, and I wanted him not to cum for the entire 24 hours, no matter what I did to him.  Pretty straight forward. pretty simple.  He had three full days to prepare so there would be no surprises.  He had an evil grin on his face for the rest of the week, planning and teasing me that I was going to be in trouble.  Uhmmm, I think he was missing the point.  I was the person who won the bet.  I was the person that was going to get all my fantasies; I was the one that was going to be able to cum.  If anyone was in trouble, it was going to be him.  



We decided that the twenty-four hours would start at 8 am on Saturday and last until 8 on Sunday.  That Friday night, you would have thought that he was trying to make me into an Acrobat with Universoul Circus.  He was flipping me and fucking me every which way till Sunday.  He was working out everything he needed to be ready for his twenty-four hours of sexual servitude without release and I who was I to stand in his way?  If I could be there to help him release all his sexual energy, well, a woman’s gotta do what a woman’s gotta do.  That’s just me, Ms Altruism, always thinking of others, benevolent to a fault.  After all, isn’t that what a great relationship is all about, compromise?



Seriously, Jesse had the stamina of a teenager and the technique of a Tantric master that night.  I came so many times I think I passed out.  I vaguely remember saying to myself, “Damn, I’m going to have to sleep in the wet spot because I am going to soak the sheets from cumming so many times.”  I also vaguely remember him pulling out and shooting all over my stomach and feeling him clean me up with a warm wash cloth, but honestly, I was in such bliss, I couldn’t swear in a court of law if he slept in the wet spot or if I did because I slept like a baby all night, knocked out, completely satisfied.  It was the kind of sleep you can only get after a couple rounds of intensely satisfying sex.



I felt the sun coming through the window, warming my face, and but that was most certainly not the first sensation that I awoke to that morning.  As I began to stir, I could feel Jesse living up to his first assignment.  I kept my eyes closed for a while, just languishing in the sensation, moaning ever so slightly.  I was coming out of a peaceful slumber and I was well on my way to cumming again.  I looked down and could see my baby camped out, making a breakfast buffet of my pussy.  He took his fingers, spread my lips, and softly licked my hardened clit.



“Good morning,” I moaned, as I grabbed his head and held it tight to my mound.  His tongue flicked quickly back and forth my sensitive spot and I almost jumped out of my skin.  I couldn’t even concentrate on holding his head because I was pulling my nipples, twisting them, humping my pussy on his mouth.



“Good morning to you sleepy head,” he said as he looked up momentarily, his face glistening with my juices.  “You’ll excuse me, but I have to get back to work.”  With that, his mouth went into over drive, licking my pussy in ways I don’t think I have ever had it licked before.  With just the right pressure, he sucked my clit, with just the right rhythm, he licked it too.  He drove his tongue deep inside me and it fluttered and flicked me to the edge of orgasm.



I was beside myself, losing my mind.  “Oh dear God that feels delicious, what the hell are you doing to me?  Whatever you do, don’t you dare stop, don’t you dare fucking stop.  That feels so fucking good.”  I was bucking my hips in the air and Jesse had his arms around my thighs, holding on for dear life.  I felt the sensations start, I felt the heat and the tingling at the same time.  My breathing started getting more labored, I shut my eyes tightly and I was lost to the pleasure.  “Oh baby, here it cums, I’m going to fill your mouth with my sweet pussy juice baby.  Oh fuck, don’t stop, yes, no, oh shit, agrhhhh.”  My body trembled with pleasure and I rode the wave.  I glanced over and looked at the clock and it said 9.  I had to wonder if he had been licking my pussy for an hour, if he had started late, or if had passed out again from such an intense orgasm.



I wanted to just lie there and bask in the afterglow of post climatic bliss.  Jesse had other plans.  Good Lord, what did I do to deserve that man?  I could smell the coffee brewing and the aromas of something really delicious.  I stumbled to the kitchen and breakfast was waiting.  That wasn’t part of the deal but who was I to complain?  Everything looked great, champagne, omelets just the way I liked them, chocolate chocolate chip muffins.  What else could I ask for?  I could have asked for a moments reprieve, actually.  Jesse made me take off my robe and eat in the nude, which would have been rather decadent and fun if he hadn’t been playing with my nipples constantly.  Nothing gets me aroused more than having my nipples stimulated and he would put marmalade on them, suck it off, driving me insane with lust in the process and getting my pussy incredibly wet, and go back to feeding me.  I couldn’t take the teasing, it was too intense.  Every time he would pinch and lick and suck my nipples, I would beg for him to ram his fingers in my pussy, finger fuck me, I was begging and pleading for him to just throw me on the table and fuck me.  “Jesse Lamont, if you don’t fuck me here and now I’m going to scream.  Stop teasing me.”  He smiled at me like he didn’t even acknowledge what I was saying.  It was more than obvious he was in control and he wasn’t going to let me cum, let alone fuck me like I wanted to be fucked.

After breakfast, we made it to the shower to get ready for the day.  I’d already had one of the most intense orgasms of my life first thing and my pussy was swollen and wet from being aroused during breakfast.  Taking a shower with him was almost too much to take.  Jesse’s body makes me weak in the knees on any given day.  That incredible brown skin, those shoulders, that chest.  I can’t take it; he’s so beautiful, I fall in love with him over and over again every time I see him smile.  Okay, damn, let me focus so I can tell you what else happened.  So, here we were, in the shower, and he’s soaping up my body with his incredible hands, running them over my flesh, down my back.  Things get a little heated and we start kissing, his tongue is exploring my mouth, I’m grabbing his dick and I’m stroking him, I can see his eyes roll back in his head as I squeeze his hard shaft and start using both hands in a steady rhythm, the suds providing the perfect slippery sensation as he’s grabbing my ass and telling me not to stop.  I was rolling his balls around in my fingers and he was rubbing my clit and biting on my neck.



Jesse grabbed my shoulders, turned me around, and pushed me against the wall.  He grabbed my hips and I could feel the hot water running down my back.  I braced myself, feeling my hardened, aching nipples on the cold tile.  “You are going to give me some of this pussy, right here, right now,” he said, and he took his dick and slammed it in me in one thrust.  I let out a moan like a wounded animal and it was met with a grunt from him that reverberated in the tiny space.  His dick felt delicious, sliding in and out of me, hitting my spot, pounding me, and stroking me.  I was backing my ass up on him and it was all I could do to hold on.  My knees were shaking and all I could feel was pleasure, when, without notice, he pulled out and fell against the far wall, squeezing his dick.  I couldn’t even think straight, I was so close to cumming and I just wanted to feel that explosion.  He stumbled out of the bathroom before I could collect myself and it took me more than a few minutes to regroup.



By the time I made it back to the bedroom, Jesse was halfway dressed and had my clothes laid out on the bed.  That’s not something he usually does so I figured it was part of the special day.  I really didn’t care what I was supposed to be wearing, I was too caught up in the fact that I was ready for this little dare to be over.  The more I tried to tease him, to get him to throw me on the bed and fuck me, the more he pushed me away, telling me that he had plans for us.  I can’t remember the last time I was this turned on, my pussy felt so swollen and wet, I was aroused in a way you can only experience when you are truly in love, completely at ease with someone.



He left me there to get dressed.  It was a whole new outfit, tags and all.  He knows my taste, that’s for sure, The white linen skirt was long, to the floor, but it had a really high slit up one leg and the salmon colored shirt showed off the girls but not too much.  I noticed that there was only a bra and no panties to I assumed that was intentional.  I slid on the sexy little sandals and I had to admit he did a great job.  It was really a very cute outfit; I couldn’t have done better myself.  When I was dressed, he grabbed my hand and we headed off to the local coffee shop hand in hand.  Java Jazz was our little hide away.  They played amazing jazz and had open mic nights and in this cozy little enclave that had sinful pastries and free wireless access.  We settled in on one of the sofas and got the paper.  I was oblivious, reading letters to the editor when Jesse reached over, put his hand on my exposed thigh, and whispered, “Spread your legs for me.”  In an instant, I was aroused again, but this time, I was looking around to see who could see us.  There were a few college students deep in their books and another couple sitting at a table not far away, engrossed in each other.  I tried to push his hand away but there was no use.  “Baby, come on, enough is enough, this was fun and all but the game is over, we don’t have to keep this up.”  I was nervous and tingling with anticipation at the same time.



He looked me deep in my eyes and said, “spread your legs for me,” and I’ll be damned if my legs didn’t respond to his command automatically.  Paranoid we were going to be arrested, and knowing damn well that I’m not the most quiet person in the world when I cum, I was trying to concentrate on watching the reactions of the other people.  It had always been my fantasy to be daring, to be somewhat of an exhibitionist, but to not get caught.  All I had to do was look at Jesse and he made everything seem okay.  I turned to face him and spread my legs.  He kept his focus directly on me; he didn’t divert his gaze for a moment.  His confidence made me that much more aroused as I felt his fingers spread my lips.  I bit my lower lip and tried to muffle a moan and I realized it was going to be a lot more difficult than I had originally thought to be discrete.  The way I was seated, I was sure no one could tell his hand was under my skirt but my heart was racing so fast, pounding out of my chest.



I bit my lip and tried my best to muffle my moans.  Jesse had a sly smile on his face and he kept whispering things in my ear.  “Damn, your pussy is so wet.  MMMM.  Does that feel good right there?  Is that your spot baby?  Are you going to cum for me?  His fingers were probing deeper and my breathing was getting more labored.  I glanced over and the couple that was previously engrossed in one another was focused on intently on us.  I couldn’t tell from the way they were sitting but it was entirely possible that he was fingering her as well.  I saw the look on her face.  I’m sure it was the same one that I had, fighting desperately not to lose my composure.  My heart was pounding out of my chest.  I shut my eyes tightly and prayed that my tiny moans of pleasure weren’t audible to everyone in the entire place.  “Jess, please, stop.  Oh, please, I can’t take much more.  I’m going to cum, please stop.”  He started fingering me harder, deeper, first one finger, then two; I was squirming and trying to hold my breath.  I was trying desperately not to cum, to fight the feeling but I realized that it was an exercise in futility.  I could feel my juices flowing freely Jesse started using his thumb to rub my clit.  I grabbed the edge of the sofa and I held on tightly.  Never before had I experienced an orgasm in such silence before.  I opened my eyes and tried to get my bearings.  I got my breathing under control and my sweetie was sitting there smiling and discretely smelling his fingers.  I grabbed his hand and pulled him out the door right before I glanced back and saw the woman seated at the table, gripping the arms of her chair and her breasts heaving like she was in the middle of her own special moment.



Once outside, in the bright afternoon sun, walking back towards our apartment, once I had collected myself from that fantastic experience I was livid.  I punched him in the arm.  “JESSE, you could have gotten us arrested.  When I said in public, I MEANT in our car, or maybe in a dark secluded corner of a smoke filled bar where no one could see.  NOT in the middle of the day with other people sitting 15 feet away.  Are you crazy?”



He just smiled and pulled me close to him.  I was standing on my tiptoes and looking up at his beautiful face, his hands were cupping my ass and I could feel the thickness of his dick against me.  He said something but I’ll be damned if I know the hell he said cuz I was so caught up in wanting to kiss him.  Damn, he is so fine.  Phew.



Anyway, we headed off to enjoy the rest of the day.  We went to the farmer’s market and got some fresh produce and spices, some bread and wine to go with the scallops and shrimp we were planning for dinner.  We went to the home improvement store to get some new patio furniture for our balcony but we couldn’t find anything we liked.  We couldn’t go more than 15 minutes without stopping to kiss and grope each other because we are just so hot for each other.  The whole day was filled with erotic tension.  I’m sure people were like, “Get a room,” but we didn’t really care.



All our errands done, we headed home to enjoy a lazy afternoon of watching marathon episodes of Law and Order on TNT.  We fixed dinner and ate wine and yelled at the TV screen and wondered why, in 186 years of the show, Jack McCoy has never had a male assistant.  After dinner, we snuggled on the sofa.  I was in between his legs and we were both in a state of half undress.  His arms were tightly around me and he had pulled my breasts out from my bra and was playing with my nipples casually and making sure that I felt his erection poking me in the back.  After our fourth back-to-back episode, it was more than apparent his attention was not on the State of New York, the police who investigate crimes nor the district attorneys who prosecute them.  He kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, “You realize I still have to make you cum in your ass tonight.”



“How do you do that,” I said, “How do you get me so hot for you in less than three seconds?”  Jesse knew my absolute most intense orgasm came from being stimulated anally.  He had saved the best for last.  I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the bedroom.  I was anxious to get things underway considering for the last twelve hours I had been teased and pleased in ways that are almost indescribable.  I knew this was going to be fireworks.  We were pulling our clothes off and leaving a trail all the way to the bed.  I felt his entire weight on top of me and wrapped my legs around him tightly.  We kissed passionately for what seemed like an eternity.  I could feel his dick rubbing sensually against my lips; his mouth kissed it’s way down my body, licking my navel, tasting my fingers after I fucked myself.



I was sick of the tease and I decided it was time to move things ahead.  I push him off me, rolled over, and go up on my knees.  I put my head down on the pillow and I reached back to spread my cheeks.  “Baby, I don’t know why but you know I love when you lick my asshole, please, boo, put your tongue in me.  Drive me crazy the way you do.  You know it makes me feel so good.”



Never one to disappoint, he started rimming me, making my eyes roll back in my head.  If it wasn’t bad enough that his soft wet tongue was driving me insane, he was rubbing my clit at the same time.  I started moaning so loudly I’m sure the upstairs, downstairs and next-door neighbors could hear.  I was out of control.  “Baby, don’t stop, whatever you do, don’t stop.  I’m begging you, it feels so good.”



Now what on earth would make me think that he was going to listen to a word I said?  When I was gripping the sheets tightly and mumbling incoherently, this black motherfucker had the nerve to stop.  I’ll be damned.  “No please, put your tongue back, it feels so fucking nasty, it feels so fucking good, I love it, don’t tease me.  I wanna cum, I want to cum in my asshole.  Please baby, don’t tease me.  Please.  It feels so good.



The next thing I felt was the coolness of the lube being applied to my asshole.  He was rubbing his finger around on it and I got goose bumps thinking about what was going to come next.  He was stroking my cheeks and teasing me, putting his finger in me ever so slowly.  There’s something about anal stimulation that feels so primal, so earthy, so intense for me.  He was working his finger in and out and I was grunting like an animal.  I’m not even sure I realized that he had exchanged his finger for his dick until I felt both hands gripping my hips tightly.



“Okay, baby, follow my instructions, Okay?”  His words were calming but my temperature was on high.  I did everything he told me to do.  I pushed when he said push, I squeezed when he told me to, I stayed as still as a statue when he told me not to move.  I trusted him to take care of me and he knew exactly how to control the situation so I got maximum pleasure.



“Okay baby, I’m almost all the way in, I need you to take a deep breath for me so I can give you the last inch of this hard dick.  You like that, don’t you girl” he said.  I grunted my affirmation and took a deep breath.  He was all the way in and I was about to lose my mind.  He held perfectly still, waiting for me to get accustomed to his size.  I always let him know when I was ready to get fucked because I would start grinding my phat ass back on him, to stir it up and get to that place where I felt like I was experiencing pleasure in every pore in my body.  He grabbed my hips and started working his dick in and out.  I buried my face in the pillow to keep my moans of pleasure from having someone call the police.  I was chanting an erotic mantra, “It feels so good, it feels so nasty, it’s so deep, harder, it’s so tight, don’t stop, dick my ass, dick my asshole, make me feel it, yeah, I love your hard . . . oh shit . . . no. . I’m . . . fuuuuuuuuuck.



I felt his hot cum splash on my back.  We collapsed on the bed, exhausted and drained.  He pulled me to him and I was drifting in and out of consciousness.  “Damn girl, I didn’t hold up my end of the bargain.  I came and I wasn’t supposed to.  I guess I’ll just have to make it up to you with another twenty-four hours of complete sexual servitude to you.”





Copyright 2006 AfroerotiK



Scottie Lowe is the owner of www.AfroerotiK.com, a website dedicated to showing Black people in a positive sexual light and the author of In Loving Color, a cutting-edge book of erotica and photography for which she is seeking investors.

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