The Quickie Chronicles: Finals Week

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The Quickie Chronicles - Just Friends

Usually when a discussion of this kind happens, the decision is a quick yes, but...it's always stickier when you've known the person since adolescense.
"Wait, Corie. You want to what, now?" He asks in shock.
I take a deep breathe and answer, "I want fuck you, suck your dick, and all the other terrible, naughty things friends shouldn't do. Look, Mason, it's not that big of a deal. Say yes or say no. I'm fine with it either way.
"But, why now?"
"Why not? We're young and unattached."
"But, we're friends."
I sigh in exasperation and wish I had never mentioned it. Mason and I meet once a month for a dinner date. We've been friends since we were 10 and this is our chosen way to play catch up in the midst of our busy lives. Our dinner conversation from last month triggered the curiosity behind what I was currently offering. In a nutshell, he hadn't had great sex in a while and I wanted to give it him. But of course, like all men, he had to make it complicated.
After a long and very uncomfortable silence and another glass of wine, I say, "Ok. We'll do it like this. Meet me in the ladies restroom in 5 minutes."
I get up and walk towards the restroom without giving him.a chance to respond. Some men just need you to think for them.
When I make it to the restroom, it's empty. Perfect. I take a look in the mirror, fluff my hair, refresh my lipstick, and patiently wait for this tryst to begin. I hear the door open and heavy solid footsteps hit the smooth concrete floor. He looks nervous. I walk to stand in front of him, I lock the door, look straight into his eyes, and put my hand near his crotch. He stops me.
"Corie...."
"Mason. Relax. It's just sex. We're just friends. We won't fall in love."
He doesn't respond and I quietly squat down to face his dick. I unzip his pants and pull him through the opening of his boxers. I take him into my mouth sucking, licking, and slurping until he is practically whimpering. I stand up and push my back to his front. He pulls up my dress and pulls down my panties. He pauses for a second to retrieved a condom and then it's on.
Grinding, moaning, growling, and scratching are happening simultaneously. The thrusts are getting deeper and more intense and then suddenly we both release a loud grunt.
And it's over. We straighten our clothes and walk out the bathroom nonchalantly. We walk back to the table, Mason drops some bills on the table. We leave the restaurant arm in arm like always and walk to our cars. Mason takes my keys, turns off the alarm, and opens my door. We hug and I buckle my seat belt and pull off with a satisfied grin on my face. I can't wait til next month.

The Quickie Chronicles - Playlist

Around 3pm on Friday, my boss passed by my office, and started a conversation about what I planned to do this weekend. I told her that I really didn't plan on doing anything in particular, but that my plans could change before the night was over. See, I already knew that one of my friends would extend an invitation that I couldn't refuse. Sure enough, around 10pm Friday night, an opportunity presented itself, and I went for it. I'm usually not one for strip clubs, but when someone offers to take care of your cover charge, buy your first three beers, and buy you a lap dance, one would be stupid not to go, right? I jumped in the shower, threw on some clothes, grabbed some money from my cash savings, and waited for my friend (Nicole) to pick me up. When Nicole arrived at "The Resort," to pick me up, she promised me that we'd have a great time, and that I'd thank her on Saturday afternoon.

When we arrived at Scuttlebutt, I'll admit that I was super skeptical. I mean, if we're going off first impressions, the name of the club alone had me wanting to just go back home. However, Nicole assured me that despite the name, I'd still see and feel on naked women....which did make me feel a little better. Once inside, the overwhelming smell of fruity bod spray and sweat punched me in the face. Laughing at the face I made, Nicole grabbed my hand, and we made a v-line to the bar. I ordered a Bud Light Platinum, and Nicole got a Malibu and Pineapple. After paying for the drinks, she and I found a place to sit near the stage. The first two dancers were "meh," but then the music changed,  and the DJ introduced Egypt....

When Egypt hit the stage, SupaFreak started blasting, and I dropped my beer. 6'0'' tall, but 5'6" without her heels on, super thick, long dark hair, caramel skin covered with tattoos, Marilyn Monroe piercing, and a pair of lips worth paying for. I was in awe, as she twerked and worked the stage. After a quick swing around the pole, then she climbed to the top, and quickly slid down and stopped within breathing distance of the stage floor. I reached into my pocket, and grabbed at least $30 in $1 bills. I started throwing them at her [one at a time], just to get her attention. Since Nicole and I were the only young Black people in the club, Egypt noticed us bucking to the music. She took off her top, crawled over towards us, and made her ass clap in Nicole's face. Nicole smacked Egypt's ass, and slipped three bucks in her thong. Egypy, then rolled over, and pulled my head towards her lap. She then popped her pussy in my face, as I grabbed her thong with my teeth. She winked at me, and I threw the remaining money in my hand onto the stage. Nah, I wasn't in love with a stripper, but I damn sure liked this one.

After Egypt left the stage, I told Nicole that I wanted to cash in my lap dance voucher with her. Nicole smiled, left me $4 for another beer, and went to find Egypt. As I was at the bar waiting for my beer, a pair of hands rested against my chest, and a sweet voice whispered in my ear, "I heard you were looking for me." Egypt was standing behind me,  ready to dance for me. I grabbed that beer in record time, and watched Egypt's ass as she led me to a private seat. Round of Applause came on, and Egypt went to work. She straddled me, and began to grind on me. She bounced up and down, and rolled her hips to the beat of the song. Then, she stood up in front of me, twerked it for me, and plopped down into my lap. She had me turned all the way up, and I was kinda pissed that the song was ending. I asked her if there was somewhere a little more private room we could go to, as I pulled out a $100 bill from my pocket. Egypt took me by the hand, and led me to Scuttlebutt's equivalent of "The Champagne Room."

With Egypt holding my hand, she brought me to a private room, not a chair with a curtain around it, an actual room. Now, I'd never been to the back room in the strip club before, but I had no idea it would look like that. She closed and locked the door, tied her hair up, and told me to sit down. Then, she plugged in her iPod, and turned the volume up. I'm Single started playing, as she took off her top and thong. Now that she was ass naked, I got a chance to admire the artwork spread across her sun-kissed skin. Her tattoos told a love story, filled with joy and pain....but as she unzipped my jeans, I stopped listening to her story. She massaged my dick, and asked if I wanted her to ride it [for $50 extra]. As I reached for my wallet, she snatched a condom from the shelf behind me. With the money in her hand, she put the condom in her mouth, and rolled it onto me using her lips. With the condom secured, she straddled me again, but this time, she let her ankles sit on my shoulders. Placing her hands on my knees, she pushed herself up and down on my dick. That shit was wild, as she interchanged from fast bouncing, to slow grinding, to rocking. She then placed her legs straight up in the air, and opened and closed them, squeezing me inside of her. Temptation was the next song that came on, and Egypt swung her legs around, and was now sitting with her back to me. She continued bouncing up and down, as the heavy Southern beat banged through the speakers. I played with her clit as she worked, and just before the song ended, the Nile flowed for me. She moaned and jerked, and slowly stood up to stretch out a little. Unexpectedly, she gave me $25 back, noting that I got a discount because I didn't cum.

Still reeling from what I'd just been through, I caught up with Nicole, and told her that I was ready to go home. Nicole obviously could tell that I was satisfied, and we headed for the door. Nicole dropped me off, and I went upstairs to my apartment. *yawn and stretch* As Nicole projected, I woke up around Noon, and sent her a text, thanking her for bringing me to the club. I was hungry, so I decided to go to Waffle House for breakfast / lunch. Before getting into my car, I walked over to check my mailbox. As I turned away from the mailboxes, there she was. Egypt, whose real name is Kenya, was walking my way. My heart started racing, as she got closer. Before I could speak, Kenya said, "I don't usually do this, but I still owe you from last night." Fuck Waffle House!! I made a deal with Kenya: If she cooked breakfast / lunch for us, her debt to me would be settled. She smiled, and invited me to her apartment. As she prepped to cook, she put her iPod on....Pyramids. How ironic that she'd put this song on, right? Everything was cool, until  the 4:26 mark of the song. Kenya, closed the blinds, slowly pulled her shirt off, transformed into Egypt, and told me, "We have some unfinished business to attend to."

The Quickie Chronicles - 15 Minutes

My girlfriend and I were enjoying a lazy Tuesday evening, when we realized that we hadn't eaten dinner yet. She (Kelly) didn't want hamburgers or Chinese. I wasn't in the mood for sushi or Mexican. Then Kelly suggested that we have pizza for dinner! Great, but then the next question was: Delivery or DiGiorno? Using our super official, state-of-the-art decision making tool, the quarter landed on tails, so we went with DiGiorno. Kelly turned on the oven, as I prepped the pizza and breadsticks for the oven. Once the oven reached It's required 350 degrees, I slid the pans inside, and closed the door. With the timer set for 15min, I looked at Kelly to see what we could do.... 

 Minutes 1-4 
 Kelly sat on the kitchen counter, and took off her sweatshirt. I slowly walked towards her, undoing my pajama pants. We started kissing, as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I ran my hands down her back, until I had her ass cupped in my hands. We continued to kiss, as I traced her pussy lips with my right middle and ring fingers. I could hear it in her moans, and tell by the dampness of her panties that she was quite turned on. With her left foot, she rubbed against the front of my pajama pants, until I began to push back on the bottom of her foot. It was time.... 

Minutes 4-13 
 I pulled Kelly to the edge of the counter, moved her panties to the side, and slid directly into home plate. She dug her fingernails into my shoulders, just the way I liked it. I lifted her from the counter, and then she proceeded to swing from / bounce on my dick. I bent my knees a little, just to get her extra leverage as she rode me. That shit was so wet and sloppy, that the sound of our bodies colliding sounded more like the squeezing of a condiment bottle. Still bouncing, I walked over and pressed Kelly up against the wall. I then began to thrust in and out of her pussy. I instructed her to look down, as the inches appeared and disappeared with every long stroke. Glancing over at the kitchen timer, I saw that we had about 3min left. So, I put Kelly on her feet, turned her around to face the wall, put my dick back inside of her, and picked her back up. I knew she loved it from the back, but I knew she'd never gotten it like that before. Her moans were amplified, as they bounced off the wall and spread throughout the kitchen. She told me that she was about to cum, so I pushed a little harder. Ahhhhhhhhh!!!! We came together, as I felt her muscles contracting and releasing around me. 

Minutes 13-15 
 I put Kelly back on her feet, and watch as she struggled to gain her balance. Sue staggered to the guest bathroom to retrieve a wet towel for each of us. We wiped ourselves off, and I smacked her on the ass as she walked to put the towels away. I slipped my pajama pants back on, and Kelly went to get a new pair of panties. *Beep Beep Beep* Dinner is ready.

The Quickie Chronicles - Decisions (pt.2)

Issac fucking with Scorpio ability to post, but that's why I'm here....

Before I could reach a decision, Jasmine pulled down my sweats, and had a mouthful of trouble. No lie, it felt better than Christmas. Since Jasmine didn't date much, she spent hours watching porn on her phone, and knew exactly how to suck a dick.....seriously. As Jasmine continued to make my toes curl, Bianca slid from behind me, and let me lay my head on her pillow. My mind began to race and wonder where Bianca had run off to, but I soon had an answer. I felt something warm against my chest, and a second later, Bianca's womanhood was pressed against my face! I was wearing her like a mask, and really enjoyed her riding my face. I take back what I said earlier. THIS felt better than Christmas Eve, Christmas Morning, and Christmas Afternoon! Bianca rode my face and tongue like Campus Transit, and even bounced up and down for a few minutes.

My body was being pushed to the limit, and I could feel my blood pressure rising. I held on for as long as I could, but when Bianca's juices dripped into my nose, I sneezed and dumped into Jasmine's throat. As Jasmine and I wiped our faces, Bianca began to lick Jasmine's jewel. As I watched, Bianca meticulously devoured Jasmine. She used her fingers to make room, as she licked and poked deep inside Jasmine's jewelry box. My erection returned, and I seized the opportunity. I licked and kissed the back of Bianca's knees, as I used my hands to turn her faucet back on. Once I could hear my fingers squishing inside of Bianca, I grabbed a condom from my sweats, and climbed inside of Bianca. As I slowly slid in, Bianca growled, and started to aggressively suck Jasmine's clit.

With my hands firmly grasping Bianca's, I interchanged between slow strokes and fast strokes, forcing Bianca to match her eat patterns. We were in a rhythm, as Jeff Goldblumn ran from a T-Rex (yes, I glanced at the tv). About 4min later, I reached down and grabbed Jasmine's ankles, lifting her ass off the bed, increasing the angle Bianca was licking at. Jasmine screamed in excitement, and squirted in Bianca's face. With Jasmine recovering, I focused on working Bianca out. She held on to Jasmine, as her body absorbed the deep thrusts I was giving her. After she came, I went into overdrive to finish my campaign. I grabbed Bianca's shoulders, and banged her harder against me. Literally on cue, I released as the T-Rex roared during the final few scenes of the movie. I fell back against the bed, and took a minute to catch my breath.

As the movie came to an end, Bianca laid against my chest, as Jasmine put gee head against Bianca's thigh. We'd done a good number on Bianca's sheets and comforter, and there were wet spots on the walls. Once the credits started to roll, I began my "yawn and stretch" routine, which signified my interest in going back to my apartment. Just as I was about to tell Bianca I was going to go, Jasmine blurted out, "Wanna watch Jurassic Park II?" I was left with a decision to make....

The Quickie Chronicles- V8

It's 4:30pm and I'm still at work. We closed at 4, but people are always last minute in Louisiana Hurricanes. Isaac is such an inconvenience. I just wanted to get off work, get my movies I bought on lunch and relax! Of course, relaxing is just too good to be true because my line is running all the way back to the men's department. 

As soon as my last customer gets tithe belt she says she forgot something. I have to talk to myself to keep calm. This hoe has me effed up if she thinks the world has to wait for her. Calm down Denise, this bitch don't want none. "That hoe can wait for me to get my groceries, she works for me." Oh, no this ho didn't... I give her the look of death. I figure I'll just remain calm and do what any other real chick would do, overcharge her ass on the thousands of snacks. She had teddy grams for days, chips of every flavor, barrel juices, Capri sun, fruit juices and fruit concentrated juices even V8. Like, not only that but she had three WIC vouchers, and other food stamp items. 

I double charge her for a juice, teddy graham, honey bun, the V8 and bag of chips. I simply put it in my own bag and place it under my register. Now, who's paying who, ho? I finally get to my last WIC voucher and get that ho out of the store. Grabbing my bag, my boss asks for the Teddy Grams and says thanks, but don't ever do that again. Agreeing I clock out and roll the hell out. I just see lightening flash and a rumbling thunder. It's about to go down outside, basement. It's pouring down so hard I can't see but a few feet from the front of the store.

I finally left the store at 6:15pm and was almost home when I notice the street is blocked off. Damn, I'm so close, yet so far away. The rain pours down harder and I'm just thinking where the hell am I going to go? I'm sitting in my car listening to my awesome mellow mix just thinking things could be worse. 

Looking at the gallon of water, crackers and gummi bears and bag of stolen groceries, I can make it... Until mother nature calls. Anyway I put my car in park and crank up the music. Eventually we'll move and I'll be home soon. The thunder rolls and I'm wishing I had someone to talk to, keep me warm. Just when I let my thoughts run I hear "Ma'am, the road is flooded out you'll have to take shelter elsewhere." 

"Sir, please my house is just over there, is there any way possible to get me home?" He looked at me like I grew another freaking head on my head and  said no!!!

Throwing my car in reverse I head to the nearest hotel and dive on the bed. Thinking this storm sucks ass, I pick

Up the menu next to my bed. Snacks, appetizers etc on the menu. I just want a thick chocolate shake, a good cut of meat and a good nights rest.  

After placing the call for my food, I hop in the shower. Losing time in the hot water I hear knocks on the door. Wrapping a towel around myself I open the door. 

There he was my tall, chocolate milk shake! Baby if I hadn't been in the shower I promise I was soaking wet for him. Seeing the lust glaze in my eyes he stammered to inform me my order has arrived. I manage a thank you. Seeing as how I'm a cashier the only tip I could offer was to come inside.....

"Would you like to come in? Considering the storm is in full force and this hotel is empty, we both could use the company." Obliging my request he takes an awkward seat on the bed. "Relax, I won't bite.... Unless you want me to." Seeing him visibly relax I sit next to him.  He's cute, a good guy. "You smell good." I giggle and thank him. He uncovers my entrée. "Are you hungry?"  

"Indeed; are you?" He nods yes and tugs on my robe. I smile and let it fall open. Reaching in straight for my breasts he goes to licking, flicking and making them hard in his mouth. Kissing down my belly he goes to work between my thighs. Juicing, drinking and taking me into a few orgasms... 

He stood up and undressed. I admire his form as he admires mine. Pulling my legs to the edge of the bed he flips me. He instructs me on how he plans to eat me and pulls my ass into the air and gets to it. Enjoying the view of his penis I go to work. Working up enough spit needed to go his length I take no time being cute, he didn't. Call me Ali as I bob and weave along his length. Increasing my suction power the deeper I take him in, I match the intensity and rhythm of his licks to my suction and swirls.... 

Two knocks on the door. "Shit!" we say in unison. "Rodrick, are you in there? We have to board up the windows... Now!" Finally standing upright I look at my sweetness on his face. He clenches his teeth and promises to come back. He gets dressed and runs out. I sigh, damn you Isaac! Putting on the tv The only channel is the weather channel and I fall asleep to the same damn showing of Isaac invading my life, my job, my house and now my sex. I eat my gummi bears thinking I should have had a V8. I fall asleep to the sounds of the storm. Isaac aien't shit! 

Quit on Me

Falling in love with you was so easy to do

But getting over you, not so much

You’re my every thought before I go to sleep

And the first thing on my mind when I awake

The way you looked in my eyes as if you could see into my soul

The way we texted all day every day never running out of words to say

I loved how even through everything we went through we found a way out

You were the one guy I gave my all to, and since you

I haven’t had quite the strength or ambition to do so

Crying on your shoulder as we said goodbye

Before we started that journey in separate directions

Hearing you say “I love you Mariah and we’ll be fine”

It made me feel as though you really meant it

And things would simply work themselves out

And then, they didn’t

They changed

You quit on me, and haven’t looked back since

Falling in love with you was so easy to do

But getting over you, not so much

You’re my every thought before I go to sleep

And the first thing on my mind when I awake

My soldier you were

Coming to my rescue completely out of nowhere

You being there for me and caring for me

When, when I simply did not want to think about another guy

You loved me, and while I thought I felt the same

I would not allow myself to admit it

I remember how you would text me sweet messages good morning

Or randomly throughout the day

How you would just look at me a smile

Or randomly tell me you love me on the phone

But perhaps the distance was too much

But while I hoped things would work themselves out

They didn’t

They changed, you changed, we changed

You quit on my and haven’t looked back since

Falling in love with you was so easy to do

But getting over you, not so much

You’re my every thought before I go to sleep

And the first thing on my mind when I awake

We used to laugh at the most ridiculous things

And talk for hours at a time

We always made time for each other

I loved the way you looked into my eyes

And kissed me, right after telling me how much you loved me

At times I felt like I was the most important thing to you

We called each other names and make jokes like good friends

We told each other about our dreams and aspirations

And how much we believed in each other

I thought we would make a difference in each other’s lives

But then, out of nowhere

Things changed

I thought that over time we would work things out

But we didn’t, nothing changed

You quit on me and haven’t looked back since

The Quickie Chronicles - Roadside Assistance

We've been in traffic for damn near three hours, and we're still not even to Baton Rouge yet. My girlfriend insisted that we evacuate for this hurricane....wait...this sum bitch ain't even a hurricane yet? She has us driving all the way to Beaumont for a freaking tropical storm!?!? Jdjdifirorodjdieisowidk!!!! I could punch her in the neck right now. Okay, calm down, Dennis. Remember to breathe and recite your relaxation message: "I like em hot. The ones that don't tell me to stop. Eat dick, swallow the nut, and they know howta pop." Whew, now that I'm back in the zone, I can continue to just sit here and stare at the people in front of me.

Oh look!!! Traffic is starting to move again! Yes! Things are starting to get better! Amber just woke up, and is also excited that we're making some progress. We should be to Texas by 11pm. I might have to get gas, but that'll be WTF!!!! Hdueidlwlsudkdmwpdi!!!!! This cannot be happening. My fu*king truck is smoking!!!! What in the mother fu*k is wrong?!?!? Wait....."I like em hot. The ones that don't tell me to stop. Eat dick, swallow the nut, and they know howta pop." Okay, I'll just pull over and check to see what's going on. Amber's giving me that, "Don't be a hero, nigga. Call for help!" look, and judging by my quick assessment of the problem, I need to call Roadside Assistance.

I call AAA, and they let me know that someone should meet me here within the next 2 to 4hrs. Amber hears how long it'll be, and starts to worry. I reassure her that it'll be okay, and that despite this dismal situation, we could make good use of the delay. I rest my hand on her thigh, and gently massage it. Amber giggles, and puts her seat all the way back. I continue massaging her thigh, until the giggles became moans. Amber turns over, and climbs onto the back seat. She slides her shorts and panties off, and starts to rub her clit. She softly whispers, "Bring that dick to me, Daddy." She knows I can't resist when she calls me "Daddy." I open my door, and "casually" get into the back of the truck. Isaac is going to soak NO, but I'm about to swim inside of Amber.

Not a moment after I close the door, Amber climbs into my lap, and starts kissing me. Her kisses are deep and passionate, as if we'd never see each other again. As the intensity kicks up, I run my fingers along her shoulders and neck, because I know it turns her on. Her back arches, as a she creates a small wet spot on the front of my scrubs. She unhooks her bra, and her 38DDs fall against my face. I begin to lick and kiss and bite and suck on them, paying special attention to her barbell nipple piercings. With her nails digging into the ceiling, I knew I had to take things a step further. I tell her to give me a second, and I hop out of the truck. I put the seats down, and then proceed to rearrange the contents of the trunk. It was about to be like the good ole days, when we'd have sex in the back of the truck behind Pan Am stadium.

With Amber's head resting on my duffle bag, I take my time licking from her ankles to her waistline. As I lick her calves, she raises her legs, as if I've paid the toll to continue moving. I nibble on her right thigh, and I firmly dragging my fingers down the inside of her left thigh. Her body shakes from the anticipation, and she places her hands on the back of my head. She mapped out my route, and is urging me to proceed on the highlighted route. I follow the stream of sweet running down her thigh, until my nose is resting within the petals of her rose. I mimic her deep and passionate kisses from earlier, as she squirms and turns. Slow, long licks, slurping, and tongue twisting get her open, but nothing compares to the moment when I reach her bull ring clit piercing. I use my tongue to lift the ring, and knock on her flood wall. Within minutes, the streets of Amber are flooding, and now It's time for a swim.

I continue kissing and licking on her body, until my vessel has entered the warm flood waters. Amber's eyes roll back, as I push and swim against the current. Her feet, now pressed flat against the interior walls of the truck, are forcing the vehicle to rock from left to right, but my freestyle is strong. As Amber roars from her third orgasm, I decide to showcase my award-winning backstroke. She is thanking every religious figure she knows, and even has thanked her 7th grade English teacher. I feel my vessel about to make landfall, so I open her legs wider to prepare to drop anchor. Closer. Closer. Closer......RELEASE!!

I pull myself out of the storm, and lay on top of her suitcase. The windows are foggy, the atmosphere smells like a lockeroom, but the cheesy grin on Amber's face lets me know that our evacuation activities were beneficial. After I put my clothes on, I sneak out of the truck to stretch. As I walk towards the front of the truck, I see that there is a note stuck on my windshield. Apparently,  AAA fixed my truck, and billed my account. The tech let a comment: "Vehicle was just overheated. Save some water for the engine next time."

The Quickie Chronicles- Circuits pt. 2

There is Nothing like hot water running on your body to really let everything go. Thoroughly utilizing the steam building around us I exhale. I can feel his arms circling my waist. His fingers grip my breasts and play with my nipples. "Mmmm Papi..." Putting my head back he walks into my frame supporting me. Kissing, lightly sucking that spot on my neck he slightly pinches and teases my nipples. He knows this drives me crazy, and I try to turn around but he holds me in place. Dropping one hand to tease my clit, his tongue goes to work on my neck. Squirming, moaning and trying to hold onto him, the glass, the wall anything to keep my balance. 

He chuckles in my ear when I start channelling my squirms to rubbing his growing erection with my ass. Nibbling on my ear lobe and applying more pressure to my clit, I'm crying out for something... More... Deeper... Whatever he's giving. Sliding his fingers inside my aching vagina, he massages the ticking time bomb of my body. I feel his breathing increase on my neck. Damn he plays with my spot so damn good it sends chills down my spine in a hot shower. Trying to turn around he pushes me against the glass and finishes setting my orgasm loose. He knows losing control is one way to turn me up. 

Kissing a trail down my spine he backs us up into the water. Enjoying the water I feel his tongue licking a trail at the base of my back. I giggle knowing what he's spelling... "Yes, Papi"... He licks his way right between my cheeks teasing, licking, blowing all the while never stopping his assault on my clit. Sucking me from behind sends chills down my spine again. My knees buckle and my moans fill the space surrounding us.  Pulling me lower to him his fingers slide into my juices and massage my g-spot into ecstasy while keeping the other hand to tease on my backside. He took me around the world in a powerful orgasm. Finally catching my breath my body gains strength to stand. He embraces me and I rest my head on his shoulder. He's making this shower his circuit and I like it.

Turning around I rub his chest, partially to get my mind from cloud nine and the tingling to chill. Thinking the favor shall be returned I simply wash his body meticulously and methodically slow... The only stipulation to my body wash is that he can't touch me or we won't continue the other circuits (lies told in the moment) Closing his eyes and biting his lip, he agrees. Lathering my breasts I wash his chest and stomach. His breathing slows and he pokes me several times with the most beautiful erection. Placing slow kisses along his length I continue washing him right down to his toes. Watching him stare in amusement let's me finish washing myself... Bumping my ass on his penis on purpose and kissing it. His eyes are deep in sex and that's exactly where I want him after I finish my wash up. 

"Fuck it...." I hear as he lifts me like a child. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist. I can't control the smile on my face from the shock and want dripping in his movements. Feeling him throbbing on my thigh gets me excited again. He presses a hard sensual kiss on my lips. Deepens the kiss further letting me know he's had enough of the show... Its time for our bodies to tell. Sliding all the way in we stay connected for what feels like forever, he grinds deeper, kissing desperately for something I have hidden deep within.

"Mmmmmmm" is the only words to mutter as he hits that sweet spot with his strong girth. He starts to slowly move in, taking his precious time moving out and driving it slowly in over and over and over again countering my efforts to match him. My breathing is too erratic to think of anything but enjoy him moving inside of me. He turns back to that one spot on my neck. The one damn weakness that always super charges my sex. Clinching, soaking and struggling to breathe between moans, I realized he's stolen my circuit completely. Using his arms to hold my legs up and his weight to pin me on the wall he grinds me into another slow beating ripple of orgasms.

Coming back down from a wild ride, we finally wash each other for real and leave the shower, slightly wrinkled. We dry each other off and I instruct him to head to the candles in the bedroom. Smiling that sexy grin I grab the bottle of potions.

His ass may have won the cool down, but this is my circuit and the show is about to commence....

The Quickie Chronicles Creators

Hey yall,

So all of the "ghostwriters" for the Quickie Chronicles were asked to give their back story. Here's the list. Check them out!!!!

Aqua - theoriginalsboo.blogspot.com/2012/08/aquas-…

Carmen Jones - 

Indigo Cojones - 

Isis- http://theoriginalsboo.blogspot.com/2012/06/diary-of-dominatrix-part-one.html

http://theoriginalsboo.blogspot.com/2012/06/diary-of-dominatrix-part-2.html

http://theoriginalsboo.blogspot.com/2012/06/diary-of-dominatrix-part-3-work-in.html
http://theoriginalsboo.blogspot.com/2012/09/diary-of-dominatrix-part-4.html

LaVa - 

Scorpio - 

As you can see, everyone hasn't finished their stories yet.  This will be updated and rebroadcasted every time something new is added.  

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Aqua's Story: You Thought Wrong

Today, everything changed, and it all started with a little dip in the pool.

It's summer time and it's hot as hell. To cool off and have something fun to do, I chill at the pool. I'm there all day. Before I know it, I am the only person at the pool and the sun is going down. Posted up by the wall in the water reading my book, I am oblivious to my surroundings. Before I even know that I am no longer alone  a hand palms my ass.

"Ya ass looked scared as fuck," she says while laughing at me. I suck my teeth and roll my eyes,
"Yea whatever girl". I say and then dive under the water. "Damn" I think. She certainly looks good as hell. This thought scares the fuck out of me because I have known her forever and last I checked I liked guys.

When I come up from under the water I realize that she is naked. "Girl, where is your bathing suit?" I ask.  She smirks, and swims towards me, palms my ass again and pulls me close to her so that are bodies are touching. At this point I'm confused but I have yet to tell her to stop. She reaches behind me and unties my bikini top and lets my titties free. Before I know it her warm wet mouth is suckin on my titties and her fingers are massaging my box making me wetter by the second. The feelings erupting from my body are intense.

By this point I am grabbing all over her trying to touch whatever I can. My finger finds her clit too and my fingers have a nice long introduction with her wet box. I still am astounded that this is happening but I must admit that I am enjoying every second of it. Eventually I disappear under the water and allow my tongue to find her spot. Having taken a scuba and snorkling classes I am used to the water and am able to do a lot while under the water. I start licking and sucking and placing soft gentle kisses on her love box. I making sure that she enjoys this just as much as I have. Pretty soon her juices are mixing with the pool and the chlorine. when I come back up she just smiles, and says "And you thought you liked boys!"

The Quickie Chronicles - Finding Me

Welcome to the very sad story of my existence.  Please, try not to judge.

I left my school's production of "The Vagina Monologues" feeling like a filled empty vessel.  I was amazed that talk of vaginas could keep my attention for 2 hours.  Their complexity, their beauty, their pain and pleasure.  I believe that is the closest I ever felt to a feminist, or lesbian, I'm not sure.

One particular monologue changed my life, just as it changed the life of the woman who it was about.  "The Flood".  The story of a woman who never had an orgasm.  Granted, she did finally have one, but she was old and arthritic by then.  But here I was, 21, virgin, sexually frustrated, and afraid to pleasure myself.  Tonight I had the motivation for change.

Walmart run.  On the shopping list: strawberries, pineapple, whipped cream, chocolate syrup, scented candles, cucumbers, feathers, a floor length mirror, and a giant bottle of wine.

As soon as I get back to my apartment, I open the wine.  Next, I run myself a bath and light candles all around.  As the water runs, I drink a glass of wine and refill, and cut the pineapple.

I pour a third glass of wine before I get in the tub with my fruit and toppings.  I have Luther crooning soulfully in the background.  He could always sing a puddle into my pants, and a night of sexual frustration.

In the tub, I am confused as to where to begin.  I gulp hungrily at my wine, lay back and close my eyes.  I let my hands wander down to a place I only touch when I'm cleaning myself.  I get familiar with the territory, try to map it out in my mind.  I see how my body reacts to every touch.  I decided to make myself sexually frustrated.

I start by feeding myself fruit.  Teasing my lips and tongue with it.  Experimenting with new flavors.  Leaving trails of whipped cream from my neck to my chest, and finally down to my breast and nipples.  I cover my nipples in either whipped cream or chocolate syrup and take my time licking it off.  I never felt such arousal from my breast before.  I feel hot and wild, a way I've never felt before.

My fingers begin wilting, so I decided to get out of the tub. I take my time drying myself off.  By the time I'm done, every hair on my body is standing straight up.  I lay my towel out on the floor in front of my mirror and hop on it legs spread.  I lay back with a pillow below my head and examine my folds.  I particularly love the tingle my clit sends up my spine when I touch it.  I decided to tease it with a feather.  Nope.  Don't like it. Back to the fingers.  I make small circles on my clit with my finger, dip deeper inside of me, then coat my love button with my juices.  I like the way it feels wet, slicker.  I alternate shapes, speeds and levels of intensity.  I bring myself to an almost seated position, panting in pleasure, fighting for something magical, but I can't fucking get there.  There is an aching for something deeper.  I decide to get in the shower to find it.  I take the cucumber with me.

Underneath the cascading water, I rub myself all over.  I pay attention to every part of my body that tingles in a "special" way.  I find my hands on my clit again.  I decided to use my other hand to explore my insides.  It's wet and warm and spongy.  I can feel muscles contracting on my finger, almost holding them inside.  I don't see what all the noise about.  I decided to run the cucumber under the water, then use my fingers coated with my own juices to lube it up.  I drop down to a squatting position.  I have the cucumber basically standing beneath me.  I lower myself on top of it.  Ow.  It hurts.  But in a warm fuzzy way.  I take more and more of the cucumber in me.  My body writhes from the pain, but curiosity keeps me going.  As I begin to move the cucumber inside me a second time, the tingle in my spine returns.  At this point I am lying on my back with my legs in the air.  I begin moving the cucumber in and out more frequently, with more need.  I let my other hand slide back to my clit and try to match my rhythm.  I start climbing that mountain again. Hopefully this time I make it to the peak.

Somewhere between my fingers and the cucumber yet deeper I find myself.  My body seizes with delight.  I finally achieve the mysterious orgasm I have always heard of.  And the most beautiful part,  as I rode out the orgasm, just to see what happens, the sweet buildup returns and I'm sliding back down that peak within a few minutes.  I just keep going and going until I couldn't take anymore.  I found myself in the shower that night, with a cucumber.  And I've been finding myself all over the house with everything I could find ever since.

The Quickie Chronicles - Speed Dating

I've been single for 10 months now, and I will admit that I'm getting kind of lonely. I've gone through the whole "I'm in love with myself!" phase, but there's only so many ways one can masturbate, you know? My forearms are rock solid now, I keep running out of lotion and clean tube socks, and now my fleshlight just doesn't do it for me anymore. It's gotten so bad, that I wear different kinds of gloves (i.e. oven mitts, latex gloves, baseball gloves, etc) just to create a different sensation. Enough is enough. I'm going to get back out here, and meet someone new. Aha! I know just the perfect place to go....

Speed Dating. A face-paced environment, where you only have about 7min to win someone over within a conversation. But see, that 7min really breaks down to 2min for me, 2min for her, and then we share the last 3min. I'm no minute man, but 2min, and then a share of a 3min convo was more than enough time to catch a girl's attention. My ex (that stupid tramp) and I met in line at McDonald's. Here's how that convo went:

Me: "I'm going to tear these fries up!"

Her: "Yeah, I like when they're hot and salty."

Me: "Let's have sex in the Playplace."

Her: "Okay."

I'm just confident that a few words from my mouth can lead to a few strands of pubic hair between my teeth. So, I get up, shower, throw on some clothes, and head to the venue. Once inside, I grab and fill out my name tag. "Hello, My name is 'Available.'"Nah, that sounds too desperate. *throws name tag away* "Hello, My name is 'One'" Yeah, and then I'll start off by saying, "Girl, you don't need a ton of guys. All you need is One." It's lame, but girls like lame these days. The host officially begins the event, and I sit down at table #6: Stacey.

Me: "Good Evening, Stacey. It's truly a pleasure to meet you."

Stacey: "Hello, One...I don't get it?"

Me: *licks lips "Girl, you don't need a ton of guys. All you need is One."

Stacey: "Lame. but cute."

Me: "Let's have sex in the bathroom."

Stacey: "No, but I'll give you a hand job."

Beggars can't be choosers, right? I follow Stacey into the Women's restroom [which was quite nice], and she walks into the ADA accessible stall. I pull out my penis, and she bites her lip. She winks at me, and reaches for something in her purse. Vick's Vapor Rub? Stacey scoops out a handful, and starts rubbing it on my penis. It hurts so good, and my knees begin to shake from the overwhelming sensation. However, after the 7th minute, my penis was completely numb. I should've just stayed home.

The Quickie Chronicles - Speechless

As I sat down to schedule my classes for the Spring 2008 semester, I looked at my Engineering flowchart, and let out a sigh of despair. Differential Equations, Circuits, and Engineering Physics II were just some of the courses that were slated for the upcoming semester. However, heeding advice given to me by one of my counselors, I looked for a class that would bring some levity to a heavy-loaded semester. There were a few spots left in Russian 1001, but I just could not imagine having a 7:30am Russian lecture five days a week. After doing a little more searching, I found the perfect course! Communication Disorders 2051: Introduction to Sign Language. I figured that it would be a very nice change of pace in regards to my major classes, and it would give me an opportunity to improve upon my communication skills.

Fast forward to our mid-term project. Our objective was to enter a public place of business, preferably a place where communication is pertinent, and to operate under the premise that we were hearing impaired. The goal of the experiment was to see if people would treat us differently, just because we were faced with a "barrier" to effectively communicate. I knew that this would push my patience and emotional limits, because people fear what they don't understand, and ridicule what isn't "normal." However, I did what was asked of me, and went to my business of choice: McDonald's. The idea of standing in line and ordering food seems pretty easy, right? Well, let me summarize my experience: I was cursed out because I wasn't "paying attention," the cashier asked me if I was "fucking retarded" because I didn't answer her, and ultimately I was ignored and passed over while trying to order my food. Just as I was about to go clean the fuck off on that bitch behind the counter, I felt a hand gently rest upon my shoulder....

Faster forward to a week before final exams. The hand that landed on my shoulder belonged to Kristen, a beautiful young woman that was born with a heart of gold, and ears that had never heard a sound. That day in McDonald's, Kristen came to my rescue, because she knew what I was going through. It took me a while to explain the mid-term project to her, but once I showed her the course syllabus, she smiled with understanding. As a result of our chance encounter, Kristen and I became close friends. She'd basically helped me pass all of my tests and quizzes, and even taught me signs beyond the course objective. She was truly amazing, and on the Friday before Finals, I made sure I told her. I invited her over to my apartment for dinner, as a way to thank her. She arrived wearing tights and a fitted t-shirt. In all of our interactions with each other, I never noticed how sexy Kristen was....Anyway, after we'd finished dinner, I sat her on the couch, and stood in front of her. Using only Sign Language, here's what I said, "Kristen, thank you for helping me. You are a great woman, and I really like you. You make me feel warm, like the sun." After struggling to get all of that out, Kristen stood up to hug me, and without any warning, SHE SPOKE IN MY EAR, "You make me feel beautiful." My eyes got big as she followed her statement with a gentle kiss on my cheek. We locked eyes, shared an amazing first, second, third, fourth, and fifth kiss, and then walked into my bedroom.

My Twin XL sheets have told many stories before, but there's nothing like a story told without words. Kristen and I laid down, and shared a romantic dialogue your favorite playwright would have wet dreams about. I slowly ran my fingers through her curly brown hair, as she climbed on top of me, and rubbed her face against my beard. I massaged her scalp, as to ease the tension created by days of studying and preparing for Final Exams creates. I could hear Kristen humming as my fingers crawled through lecture notes and example problems, but her humming quickly turned into a "hmph." She looked directly into my eyes, and then pushed up and pointed at the erection pressing against the purity of her passion. I awkwardly smiled in embarrassment, but so did she. She climbed from on top of me, pulled her shirt off, and kicked her sandals from her feet. She removed the rubber band from my wrist, and put her hair in a pony tail. She then gave me a sign that my roommate and I were all to familiar with. The ASL sign for sex. [Quick lesson: 1. Make the "peace" sign with both of your hands. 2. Position your right hand on top of and facing your left hand. 3. Bounce them against each other. Thank me later....]

I leaned in and kissed her softly. From her forehead, to her left eyelid, then her nose, then her right eyelid, but as I approached her right ear, her passion became my purpose. As I kissed and nibbled on her ear, I could feel her body tense up, as if I was pulling the life out of her....but as tear drops landed on my cheek, I knew I was actually breathing life into her. I thought that Kristen was uniquely perfect, and that it was my job to highlight her perfections. As the warm air from my mouth surged through her damaged ears, Kristen began moaning and sighing with relief and comfort. I continued my kissing adventure to her neck, her collarbones, her shoulders, and while I began to kiss on her breasts, I let my hands rest against her passion. The puddle created by her passion pushed through her panties, providing me with a perfect opportunity to practice my monologue along her pelvis. I let my kisses fall down onto her ribs, to her stomach, in circles around her navel, and gently to the waistband of her tights. I looked up at her for a split second, and then proceeded to suck on warm and wet spot located on the front of her tights. Kristen immediately slid her tights down, and closed her eyes....It was time for my monologue.

After sliding a pillow under her ass, and with my lips pressed against hers, I massaged the inner workings of her passion with my tongue. The essence of Kristen dribbled down my chin, as my mouth recited prose worth hearing three times. Low pitched humming, gentle nibbling, slow, deep licking, and just to really show my appreciation, I spelled out every word that I would have uttered while ordering my food at McDonald's the day I met her. I literally ate her until my mouth went numb. As I came up for air, she pushed me back, and reached for my pride. With lips like that, Kristen didn't have to ever say another word to me! She kissed, sucked, and licked me like there was no tomorrow. I wish she could've heard my moans of pleasure, but that didn't matter. I violently tapped her on the should just before my orgasm, but she continued to bob, until I released sweet somethings into her throat. I shook with anticipation, as I rolled a condom onto my pride. With a mutual head nod, it was time for passion and pride to produce pleasure.

Pleasure did indeed ensue, and it was nothing short of phenomenal. Nearing the end of our journey, Kristen's moans and cries were very loud, but I did nothing to muffle them. I wanted my entire floor, hell even my entire building, to hear the girl who was never listened to. The girl with a heart of gold, a hearing impairment, an unbelievable passion, and a story for all that are willing to listen....

The Quickie Chronicles - 350

They say the fastest way to a man's heart is through his stomach. The saying is partially true, especially when he has a sweet tooth. Baking was always a stress relief and cheap therapy. Sometimes talking out all the fucked up shit that happens to you makes you relive it sort of. So baking lets me lay all the salty and bitter shit on my canvas and turn it into something sweet.  I started hustling my creations on the side for pocket change and before I knew it, word of mouth had me in full business processing orders and making good bank. 

I had several happy customers spreading the word, but none were as sexy and eager to taste any of my creations like Keith. He was a man's, man. A hard ass, on the outside and a cuddle bear behind closed doors. He worked out every day so he was buff and rippling with muscles. Tall, dark, handsome and single. His only weakness was sweets and only I had the pleasure of knowing his weakness.

His favorite creation of mine, was my peach cobbler and macadamia nut, red velvet cookies. I noticed he was becoming a real regular almost too often. He tipped larger and passed the word of my hustle almost better than social media these days He isn't an outgoing guy, keeps to himself and says everything exactly how he thinks it, Forward and brutally honest. So when he called to place his weekly order, I already knew what he wanted. 

This time, the call was different, his voice wasn't as rough and assertive as usual, it was calm and driven... a subtle turn on in the plan of his conversation. His velvety deep voice usually makes me weak, but this particular call had me sitting on the floor forcing myself to breathe.

 "Hi, Jess. I would like to place an order for this evening." I'm clutching the phone white knuckled and trying to control my breathing. "Sure thing, Keith! Will you need the usual?." Making a face at myself for sounding like a teenage girl while trying to focus, he says, "Yes, some warm peach cobbler and those red devil cookies, but I want it hot, and topped with whipped cream." 

Of course, I tear my thoughts of sex away and try to focus on business. Why was undo turned on by him?

 "Oh, I can deliver your cobbler and cookies hot, but the whipped cream is something you provide." He chuckles, the sexiest tone ever in life and says, "I certainly plan to do just that. Listen, I think you're beautiful and would like to have dinner with the only woman who can satisfy my sweet tooth. Then after dinner, maybe we can share a slice of your wonderful cobbler with me?" 

Holy shit!! He just asked me out.. bitch breathe!

 "Uhm, Thank you for the compliment! Sure, dinner sounds nice." He breathes a sigh of relief and quickly says this Friday night at 8, his place. As soon as he hung up the phone, I picked my mouth off of the floor and finally started to breathe again. Did that sexy ass man just ask me to dinner? Uhm hmm, he asked ya girl!! 

I quickly make his order and the others for the day. All I need to do is get dressed and meet up. I chose my favorite black pencil skirt, turquoise sheer blouse and black bra and thong for the occasion... Since he's tall I put my sky high heels and left my hair down. Spray one of my favorite perfumes and roll out.

I show up to his beautiful ranch. It was Something out of a movie, horses running around and the sunset settling beautifully over his man made lake. Huge oak trees shading different areas of land with birds flocking to call it a night. Dogs barking and whimpering to run in my direction until I noticed him commanding them to stay. Damn he's sexy. I swear the sight of his muscles bulging through his white button down shirt, and chiseled legs filling out his jeans made me wet. Trying to get my ass back to reality and focus, he smiles and greets me. He embraces me in a warm almost bear like type of hug. Damn he smells good, but he's the first to tell me and compliment my outfit before I get a compliment out.

Reaching back into the car I knew exactly what I was doing by bending over to retrieve his order. Looking back innocently, I notice him cock his head and lick his lips. Right then I pray to make it through the night, without completely soaking my thong, it would be a miracle!

He smiles and leads me into his well furnished home. The smell of good food greets me. He Takes me on a tour and explains how skilled he is in every room of the house. Oh, Lawd, why does he tempt me so? We finally come back down stairs and eat dinner with a delicious wine. I instruct him to place the cobbler in the oven on 350degrees so it's the right temperature to serve with whipped cream. He smiles and turns on my favorite Miles Davis collection and does what he's told. We wait a few minutes and talk casually as the cobbler warms. He asks how did I get so good at baking, I explain. I ask the same about his obsession to work out he explained. He had a similar fucked up past to my own and thought he never looked good enough so he works out. 

In the midst of that conversation we wind up dancing... Spontaneously, random, but enjoying the moment. Just moving to the sultry allure of Davis' saxophone in "Kind of Blue." in that moment we connected. Two tattered souls just meshing on one canvas. [like real shit...listen to the track, have several glasses of wine and listen with someone...you'll understand the zone we were in].

Resting my head on his chest, we glided to the sadness of the saxophone reading our hearts. He stopped dancing and lifted my face into the most passionate kiss... Leaving me paralyzed in his arms and panting for my next breath. He shook his head and kissed me softly. Whispered how delicious I was and kissed me again, deep, harder and searching my mouth for an answer I didn't know the question to. He picked me up on the counter and continued to take my breath away in kisses... My lips, forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks... Trailing to my ear and down my neck. Pausing in the one spot that made me instinctively arch my back, moan and pull him closer to me. His kisses were like a match to my gasoline ignited skin, which was on fire by every place his kissed and caressed. 

Trailing down my neck to my exposed shoulder he kissed so softly using his finger to slide down my frame and circle down my spine. A ball of nerves and pleasure I couldn't help but trace his face with my nose enjoying his scent. Kissing the places on his cheek, trailing to his ear lobe and biting it slightly i sucked the area softly. Continuing my assault to his neck as he moaned in his neck and unclasps my bra. I start unbuttoning his shirt as he lifts my blouse over my head. He continues to plant kisses on my sensitive spot over and over until I squeeze my legs around his hips in protest, but my gasps and moans say otherwise. 

His hands cup by breasts and stroke my nipples in a sweet agony while he traces back to my lips from my neck. His kisses are demanding my surrender and I give him what he takes. Unable to stop squirming from his touch I let go of the fact my thong is null and void. The wetter I get the harder he pushes into my legs. He trails back down my sweet spot to assault my aching nipples one by one forcing me to arch deeper into him, squeezing his waist with my legs trying slightly to grind on the hardness teasing my aching clit. As if reading my secret plot he hikes up my skirt and trails kisses down my belly swirling, kissing and tickling me into peak anticipation. While his hands roam, tease and feel my slickness. ripping off my thong in one stroke, I giggle slightly because they weren't any good for me soaked like that. 

Knowing I'm ready he licks down into my wetness and traces my lips with his tongue ever soooooooo slowly. I squirm and moan my impatience. Not fazed by my agony he does it again and stops. Picks his head up and says, "Damn, this is the real warm peach cobbler I've been wanting. Both of your recipes are delicious. Now let me make some home made whipped cream for it." Excited and super turned on I bite my lip and smile. He dives straight into me. Licking my lips, Teasing, sucking and French kissing my clit almost into submission. But he wasn't done, nope... he wrote and rewrote his recipe for homemade whipped cream with his tongue inscribed it on my walls and made me almost beg to slap my momma cause it was so good. A quivering mess after I cam, he carried me to his bedroom. 

Putting me down on the bed I finish taking off his clothes. He didn't disappoint me in any way of being my eye candy. His dick was simply beautiful, hard and responsive to my touch. I stroked him with my hands and he closed his eyes. I planted small kisses, licks and sucks to tease the head as much as he teased me. Each combination leading up to a suck Which took him in deeper... Hearing his teeth clench boosted my confidence as his moans grew loader. Working him deeper swirling and sucking specific spots had him loosing his cool and starting to thrust. 

Just when I started to get my rhythm he stopped me and forced me down with a kiss. Grabbing my legs he slid me down the bed like a toy. He spread my legs wide while admiring the view slid on his condom and dove into that tight, wet and stretching matter that craved every inch of him. Gasping to tame his entrance and my delight, i tried to fight the sensation building so quickly from his size. Coming almost immediately from his slow entrance, I couldn't help gripping him and moaning my delight, nor could he begin his stroke besides cursing and kissing my sensitive spot on my neck further weakening my resolve.

Stroking long and slow he almost delivered me to another orgasm. Gasping for air and moaning for something i didn't even understand he stroked harder, deeper and faster. Hearing his moans and the sounds of our bodies took me over the top as he played with my clit until I came hard around him... But that wasnt the end. No ma'am, Pam!

He Flipped me semi rough like To get on all fours. He held on to the crease of my arm and drove the saddle home. Gripping  my ass and touching every wall, corner and going deeper into the wonderland he had me seeing the Curiosity on Mars. I managed to wiggle out of his saddle hold and brace my arms on the bed. Feeling myself unable to last any longer I put that muscle on him while throwing it back at him. This was it, the big one coming and he needed to catch the wave because my energy to keep going was fading fast.... And just like magic, we rode the glory wave. Both of us collapsing to the bed spent and grasping for air like there just wasn't enough of it in the atmosphere. 

After coming back to reality I looked over and seen him smiling like a kid in a candy store. 

"What are you smiling about over there?"

"I'm thinking I have a new order I'm going to need every week. You don't need an oven to bake it." 

The Quickie Chronicles - Corporate Seduction

Nothing makes me feel sexier than wearing a skirt suit, heels, fancy leather briefcase, bun and glasses sitting at the edge of my nose.  And I mean nothing.  Well, maybe nudity...

I had no reason to want to feel this sexy.  Lie.  When I called and scheduled this interview yesterday afternoon, the man's voice on the other line caused a small flood in my panties. He was the executive director of this small law firm, looking for a paralegal.  I was broke and looking for a job.  My qualifications seemed to match what he was looking for, and he seemed more than eager to interview me.  I was more than eager to see him.

I pulled up to the small camelback shotgun single off Tulane Ave., about 15 minutes before my scheduled interview.  Clearly I knew what audience he was serving.  I followed instructions, and walked up to the back door.  I opened the door, walked through the kitchen to the back room.  I knocked rhythmically on the door frame.

To be in the back of a shotgun, this office looked like something out of the movies.  Floor to ceiling bookcases.  Sexy mahogany.  Large L-shaped desk made of the same wood.  Everything was just so slick and sexy.  Everyone too.  The man behind the desk, we'll call him Mr. Edwards, stands up and walks around the desk.  His height alone sends shivers down my spine.  He had to look down a good foot and half to see me.  He looked like a Hornets reject.  Anyway...

Tall.  Honey brown.  Well trimmed goatee.  Circle framed glasses that made me giggle yet shaped his face so well.  And built like a fucking linebacker.  LAWD JEEBUS!!!

"Mrs. Jamison", he said shaking my hand firmly.

"Mzzzzzz", I corrected sounding like a buzzing bee.  He smiled and corrected himself.  We both took a seat at the desk.  We went over the generic interview questions.  Strengths and weaknesses.  Past work experience.  As I was explaining my aspirations in life, I noticed his eyes aspire to learn what all my hint of cleavage lead to.  I wanted to stop speaking and expose my full breast to him, but I restrained and finished my statement.

"Is that all, Mr. Edwards?" I asked.

"Yes, Ms. Jamison.  Do you have any questions for me?"  At this point, I made it up in my mind that I wasn't going to take this job.  Why?  Not because of the location.  Not because of the clientele.  But because I refuse to work for someone who is sexually attracted to me.  I don't know why.  Guess I've seen too many movies.  Too afraid that sexual favors would be hung over my head.  And because all these decisions were already made, I decided to be ratchet.

"Actually, I do.  Were you looking at my breasts?"  His eyebrows raised and a look of shock crossed his face.  I thought I'd continue to torment them.  "I mean, because if you were, I could give you a show."

Before he even has a chance to formulate a response, I climb up on the desk and kneel before him.  I unbuttoned my blazer revealing my black lace underneath.  I hear him gasp as his mouth opens.  He clenches his fists in frustration.  "You can touch", I say, tugging the blazer off my shoulders.  He uses his hands to cup my breasts as he stares hungrily at them.  I unhook my bra and let the straps fall down.  I move my arms closer together, almost to hold his hand in place, but, also, to let the bra fall down more and expose my nipples.  He pulls his hands back as I get up on my knees, inch my skirt up to my hips, put one finger in my honeypot (which is oozing) and rub my wetness on my nipples.

"Lick."  I cup my breasts and hold them out to him.  Instead of doing the obvious, he pushes me over. My hair is swiping the floor and I'm looking upside down at the kitchen.  He spreads my thighs and rips my matching panties off.  I liked them.  Hmph.  Anywho, he begins slurping all the my honey off the inside of my thighs, around my prize.  He finds his way to my magic buzzer and rings the shit out of it.  I begin slapping the floor, pushing and  pulling the chair until I eventually knock it over.  I make muffled moans as I bite my bottom lip.

"See, to work at this office, you have to be able to give great oral presentations", he says as he climbs off the desk and kneels down in front of me.  My head is practically in his lap.  Carefully, in my upside down stupor, I began to undo his trousers.  Time to prove I would be an excellent candidate, if this were a place I could actually work.  I take the tip into my mouth and make small, slow circles with my tongue.  I take more and more of him into my mouth,  I make him wetter and wetter and our juices mingle and drip on to the floor.

"How was that Mr. Edwards?"  He doesn't respond.  He just looks down at me with a fire blazing.  I place my palms flat on the floor and kick my legs over my head.  I land right in his lap.  I squat above his knees and take him into my dirty little secret.  I begin bouncing on his dick like a trampoline, grinding my hips greedily against him.  He pushes me over and grabs the hair at he nape of my neck and pulls hard.  He thrusts against me forcefully, and I call for the Lord in more languages than I normally speak.  He forces me to stand and takes me while I'm bent over his desk.  I'm grabbing for the mouse, the stapler, the hole puncher.  I wiggle and try to get away but he has a vice grip on me and he is working my poor cooty pop out.  He spins me around while still inside, and once he has me on my back, makes slow deliberate strokes.  He looks down and watches me squirm from a place of power.  I am putty beneath him.  He  deliberately hits my g-spot over and over, causing me to squirt all over nice pants that hang loosely around his waist.  He meets me in ecstasy soon after.

I get up and began collecting my things, excluding my torn panties, with an evil smirk on my face.  As I begin to head out the door, Mr. Edwards grabs me by the arm to stop me.  I turn around to meet his glance.

"You got the job."

"I don't want it.  But you have the number if you want more..."

The Quickie Chronicles - Circuits (pt.1)

With the last candle lit, my robe open to display my new lingerie and my heels strapped, my evening is ready to begin as soon as he walks through the door. My sex playlist is playing in the background as I pour a glass of wine to take the raw edge off. Its been a few months since I've had my D and tonight, I'm taking and giving everything once it's laid down. I teach everything in units, clusters if you will. Why have one big serving when you can go back for seconds, thirds etc? In any work out short bursts of energy yield the most benefit. So pushing your body to different limits yields higher intensities of pain, but in my case pleasure...

See, there isn't any shyness or small talk once Papi walks through the door because I've clearly stated my intent. He's been needing this night just as much as I have and my skin is burning to feel his lips, hands, tongue his anything all over me. 

His sexy chocolate smile just melts my panties as we take greedy kisses in the dim candle lite. I remove his hat as he removes my robe and takes butterfly kisses down my neck. I moan briefly as he takes a playful bite on that sensitive spot on my neck. Undressing him quickly reinforces this isn't about anything other than he and I in this moment. Tugging on his buckle toward the first station... He hasn't a clue as to what sex room he's walked in. Squatting on my knees I drop his jeans and pull out my D. Throbbing and ready for me. I jump straight to it, no time for cute soft shit. Straight brain is what I serve. Lubing his length up to my advantage I put in work constricting, sucking, bobbing and swirling, deep throating him until he growls and hands entangled in my hair. I feel him try to pull back but I'll be damned if he does. I drop to my knees to ensure my lock on his legs are firm while he releases deep in my throat.

Looking up at him, his eyes are still clothes shut as I lick and plant soft kisses for the small pleasure he provided my mouth. I stand slowly licking my way up his stomach twirling my tongue on his chest and teasing his nipples... In that short time he's ready again, but It's my turn next. I blow out those candles and move to the next station. I instruct him to lay on the single pillow and sit on his face with my thong still on. He sucks my clit right through the fabric making me arch my back into his suction. Sliding the obstruction of his mouth to my vagina he goes to work sucking out my juices. Each moan motivates him to go deeper, faster and work against my rhythm riding his face. Mmm his tongue fucking me is taking me too soon to that release before I cry out my surrender and shudder around him.

He smacks my ass and helps me to my feet. I blow out the candles in that station and feel him tugging me to a station that was supposed to happen a little later. I giggle as he picks up a gelly ring with a metal rod under it. His questions make me laugh as push him on the chair and kneel in between his legs. I briefly lube him well enough to slide on the ring. He moaned from a brief round two of my mouth. I instruct him he went to a station out of turn and straddle his legs letting his penis slide wholly into me. Inch by inch filling and stretching me out in sweet delight. Slowing our bounce down so I can lock my heels under his knees, I caress his balls and flick the vibrator on. He bucks in the sensation and thrusts like a stallion. Gripping and slapping my ass the raw sensation of the light vibration.  I'm matching his every move And I'm enjoying see him come apart in between my legs. Time to speed this station up and I increase the vibration slightly and we both anticipate our release as he puts in work. I reach to turn the ring off right before he takes me to that sweet explosion. Sated, slightly I collapse on his glistening chest.

Giggling a bit as I come back down to earth, he tells me how wild the sensation was for him. I ease up from his lap and unlock my heels loose from his legs. Letting me lead this time we head to take a shower. We've only completed the warm up...

The Quickie Chronicles - Decisions (pt.1)

Movie Night. Preferably after 10pm. Usually on a Thursday evening. Eat dinner before. Have to wear sweatpants and chucks. Have to be comfortable. Bring phone charger. Condoms. Probably two or three. Tell Facebook I'm going to bed. Not. Bring alcohol. Nothing too strong. "Partly Cloudy." Pre-game. Show up tipsy. Speak to her roommates. Wink at the sexy one. High five the ugly one. Pretend to understand the Vietnamese one. Movie choice? Scary? Comedy? Anything with Madea in it? House Party! Meh. Doesn't matter. Will probably fall asleep on it. In it. Eat it. Done.

I shot the deuces at my cousin, grabbed my keys, and walked out the door. Before I even got down the stairs, I basically knew what the night held in store for me. When I arrived at WCA #612, I sent Bianca a text to open the door. I didn't want to disturb her roommates, nor did I want to have another awkward conversation with Joan. It's like I understand every other word that she says, but she insists on asking me questions. When Bianca opened the door, I gave her a gentle hug, and then started the greeting process. A wink at Ashlee, high-five for Jasmine, and a few nods and an occasional smile at Joan With Bianca leading the way, I followed her into her bedroom.

Jurassic Park....we watched Jurassic Park. Yes, with all the dinosaurs and white people . As she pressed play on the DVD player remote, I sat down in the chair by her desk. This is the essential gentleman move. Show that you respect her, and when she invites you to join her under the blanket, invade her personal space. Anyway, I accepted her invitation, and moved to the bed. Everything was going great, until I heard Jasmine growling along with the movie from the hallway. I had a decision to make, and I went for it. I told Bianca that we should see if Jasmine wanted to watch the movie as well, hoping that it would earn me a few brownie points. Bianca let out that "Awwww. He's a really sweet guy!" sigh, and told Jasmine to join us.

As the movie progressed, and the liquor kicked in, Bianca got more comfortable, and started nibbling on my earlobe. I guess she didn't care that Jasmine was in the room with us, and frankly, I didn't either. Her nibbling on my earlobe turned into kissing and sucking on my neck, which really turned me on. By this point, Jasmine realized what was going on, and stood up to leave the room. "Wait!" Bianca shouted. "You should stay, Jasmine. Stay."

Bianca pushed the blanket onto the floor, revealing the lump in my sweatpants. Then, she motioned for Jasmine to sit on the bed with us. With the dinosaurs roaring in the background, both Jasmine and Bianca reached their hands inside of my sweats. Having 16 fingers and 4 thumbs on my extension felt so weird...but I liked it. I was left with another decision to make. Which one do I eat out first?

.........to be continued

The Quickie Chronicles - Power Struggle

I sat between them on the bed in silence, wrapped in my own thoughts. Head hanging, eyes closed, just thinking.
A deep, velevty voice broke me from my reviere.
"Mya. Baby, you don't have to do this. It's ok."
I yanked my head up and stared into rich, dark brown eyes. Eyes that I knew. Eyes that I trusted and a rogue tear drop cascaded down my cheek.
Ryan. I had known him my whole life. He is a few years older than me, but we had always been close. It started as a big brother/kid sister relationship, but by the time I hit 16 and he 22, things shifted.
So here I am, sitting in the middle of an unbelievably comfortable bed with Ryan to my left and his best friend Kevin to my right and the possibility of a threesome looming over our heads.
I continue to stare at Ryan for a never ending moment until he breaks contact and looks past me at Kevin. An unspoken agreement must have been made because I feel Kevin's weight shift off the bed and I turn to see him exit to the living room. I turn slowly back to Ryan. Before I can utter a word, he pulls me into his lap. My head on his shoulder, his lips on my forehead. I pull away to look at him again.
"I'm sorry." I utter softly.
He cocks his head to the side and asks what's wrong.
"I don't know. I don't know him." I say pointing in the direction of the living room where Kevin has gone.<
"You do know him."
"Not like I know you."
"But, you've known him for years."
"Two years, Ryan. That's it."
We stare at each other. Quiet. Angry. Neither willing to concede defeat. I give up.
"I'm scared."
"Of what?" Ryan asks.
"I'm not sure, really." I reply.
"Well, how about I tell Kev to come back in and we just flow. If you feel uncomfortable, we'll stop. No questions asked."
I agree and Ryan makes a move to get Kevin. When they enter the room, Kevin pauses and says, "You good, ma?" with a hint of amusement in his eyes. I reply yes and can't help but to giggle. Kevin is a cool dude. I feel more at ease already.
As soon as I end my chuckle, the energy in the room changes and the two men before me become sexually charged beings, stalking slowly towards me. They the predators, I the prey. There are no traces of laughter or smiles. It's about to go.down. Their body language is already writing this scandalous story. Ryan walks and takes a seat directly behind me on the bed. Kevin sits in front, stretching my legs out in front of me. Ryan tilts my head back towards his lips and kisses me with an intensity that leaves me literally gasping for air while Kevin is silently pulling down my pants.
The room is quiet, but silent currents of electricity crack and pop around us as Kevin slides my panties down my hips. He looks dead into my eyes, smirks and pushes my knees far apart. His head cascades down to the apex of my thighs and I immediately jerk. Ryan grabs me by my shoulders.
"Trust him, baby."
I can only whimper in response as my body succumbs to the sweet torture Kevin is giving with his tongue. The more I try to back away, the tighter Kevin's grasp gets on my thighs until I can do nothing but scream my release as Ryan rubs my hair and plants gentle, wet kisses on my neck. Under heavy lids I can see Kevin crawling towards me and I accept the kiss that he wordlessly offers. Deep, slow, sensual.
I'm exhausted, but energized at the same time. I move out of Ryan's lap to straddle Kevin. His eyes say he is surprised by the advance. Once I have him pinned down, I kiss him once again and begin to remove his clothes. I make quick work of the shirt, but move excruciatingly slow with the pants. Button. Zipper. Then a trail of slow kisses down his chest, stomach, and navel. I pull down his pants and then his boxer briefs and begin to stroke him. He's big. Not much in difference to Ryan. A pleasant surprise.
I take him into my mouth slowly, working the head first so I could get a good rhythm and excellent lubrication. Rhythm established and liquid circulating, I speed up and take more of him in. I haven't quite tamed my gag reflex, but it's not much of a hinder. Ever, the proud man, Kevin does not moan, but grunts. That's cool, I'll have him whimpering when I'm done. As my confidence gains, I decide to go for the balls. Just as I descend, I feel a Sharp yank of my hair. I look at Ryan whose face is impassive, but I sense that he is unhappy.
I move to him obediently, apologetically and take his already uncovered member into my mouth. I know how he likes it. Sloppy and I deliver without hesitation. I feel warm hands circle my waist. Kevin. He's pushing against me requesting entry. I let him in and immediately let out a long and lustful "Ahhhhhh...."
Ryan yanks my hair back to his middle and hisses "Don't stop." The only sounds in the air are slurpping and skin meeting violently. It's hot. A sheen of sweat is on my skin and I feel a single droplet roll down my back. This is too much. I feel my walls beginning to clinch and Kevin's thrusts get more demanding and then it happens. I let out a torrential scream that I'm sure the neighbours have heard. I collapse onto my back, gasping for air with tears streaming down my face. Kevin's dick? Phenomenal. But, I feel like I wasn't supposed to enjoy it that much.
As I come back to my equilibrium, I feel familiar hands rub up my thighs. I know what it means but I don't know if I can take anymore. Ryan fixes himself between my legs and stares into eyes as he enters me. His hands grasp my hair and his lips move close my ear.
He whispers, "Did you like fuckin him?"
"Yes." I whimper.
"More than you like fuckin me?"
I didn't respond fast enough and he thrust deep into me one hard time. He repeated his question with more urgency.
"Do you like fuckin him more than you like fuckin me?"
"No!" I practically scream.
Kevin watches the seemingly one sided conversation with piqued curiosity. Ryan shifts us suddenly so I am on top of him. He is pumping hard and fast. I can barely keep up with him. I see his eyes divert for the briefest second making me aware of the movement behind me. Ryan pulls me close to him and says,
"Don't let him do it."
With that one phrase, it dawns on me that this has become a testosterone driven challenge. One that I don't mind because sex has never been this good for me.
I feel Kevin behind me. His front pressed firmly against my backside. His hard dick pushing against me.
Here comes that feeling again. My whole entire body heats up. I feel feverish, and as if I'm going to pass out. Seemingly of its own will my backside grinds into his front. I'm cautious, but curious. I glance down at Ryan. His eyes are telling a story that his mouth never will. He's mad. Furious. I'm pushing limits. How far will he let me go before he stops me?
Just when I feel Kevin position his dick towards my ass and push against it, I stop.
"No, Kevin."
"No?" He asks as if confused.
"No." I repeat looking at the smug grin on Ryan's face.
An awkward silence fills the room. Kevin is still frozen behind me. I'm still sitting on Ryan's dick. No one knows what move to make next. Finally Kevin clears his throat and moves towards the bathroom. Acknowledging defeat? Perhaps.
So here we are. Still connected in the most intimate way. Ryan says,
"What made you stop him?"
I almost slip and say "You." but I pride myself on never letting him know exactly where he stands. He does the same to me. It is a truly terrible game. I suffice with saying,
"What would you do if somebody was trying to stick their dick up your ass?" Of course with as much sarcasm as I can muster.
He laughs and pulls me toward him for a kiss. I stop him. A look of surprise followed by confusion registers on his face.
"I want to stop now." I say as the look of confusion turns to hurt. He lets me up with no questions asked as promised. I move towards the bathroom that Kevin has now vacated. I wash up and redress as hot tears of frustration fall down my face. I have got to stop letting him control me like this.