The Quickie Chronicles- Random & Simp

“Good Morning, beautiful. Leaving you this morning for work was a struggle.”

“Good Morning, baby! I’ve been missing you ever since. ”
“… missing moi?”
“Like you wouldn’t imagine…”
“I imagine you sitting in your suit, leaning back and texting me with a smile. I bet your legs are crossed, your hair is pulled back and you have that sexy smile spanning your lips.”
“;) are you stalking me? LOL you may know what I’m doing, but you don’t know what I’m thinking.”
“…..you’re thinking about being wrapped in my arms while I kiss you.”
“Exactly, babe. I think you’re missing a major detail…”
“Now, you know details are my specialty. Clothes or not, I wish you were in my arms.”
“Awww, you really are psychic LOL! I wish I were in your arms babe. My schedule is swamped today, but I’ll clear something out to see you for lunch. Will we be able to have a lunch date today?”
“No, I have an important meeting around 1pm. How about dinner at our spot for 6pm?”
“ L I have a meeting at 1pm too. Dinner sounds great; I have a hard schedule today.”
“Interesting. “
“…..what are you up to?”
“Everything and nothing at all, babe.”
“LOL! …. thats becoming your new motto. See later, babe. I'll miss you until then.”

 

Her favorite flower is a white orchid. I sent an order to her office as soon as I made it to the office.  We’ve both been disconnected from “us” and I can feel the energy subside. Our passions are always high, but we’re both disconnected. The thing we’ve gotten away from is just playing more often. Everything has been a business transaction like where we eat, who gets head, etc. I’m just ready to please us both and get back to being good with each other.  She doesn’t know I’m her one o’clock appointment.

I informed her secretary to list me as a grant proposal to fly under the radar. The secretary buzzed me in. Game time! I walk in with my basket for our lunch. She’s elbow deep in her computer and drafting proposals for her company telling me to have a seat near her desk. Her glasses are at the tip of her nose, biting her bottom lip slightly (she does that when she’s really focused) and typing a million words a minute. I clear my throat and she immediately looks up with a huge smile on her face. If I didn’t do anything else today to make her happy, that smile she got when she seen me made everything a success. She leapt into my arms giving me the juiciest and passionate kiss. Damn I forgot we even kissed like that. Dropping the basket, I carried her over to the corner of her desk. She beamed and thanked me for the flowers and the surprise.

I kissed her on her spot and began undoing her buttons. She tilted her head back and moaned trying to undo my buttons, but my hands were already moving to take off her bra. Licking and sucking her nipples made her tighten her legs around my hip and arch into my assault which made it easier to slide her skirt up. Sliding her panties over and feeling her juices made the need to slide inside of her as urgent as my next breath. She arched her back while my head rubbed her clit. Still messing with her spot I feel her clenching my shoulders and I slide right into paradise. Stroking her long and slow, I take her moans into my soul. Licking her spots methodically I spell out my love for her. The more I stroke the more she squishes, clenches and grinds into my rhythm. Speeding up to match her grind she’s almost there and I can’t help but provide her with all she wants. Every inch goes deeper, stronger and harder until she shudders in my arms. After we both return to normal, we clean up and eat lunch. I kiss her bye and she pouts at my departure. As soon as I step back into my office she texts me:

“Lunch was amazing! Thank you, baby! My day has been amazing all because of you. I hope you’re not full from lunch…  because I already have dinner lined up ;D .”

So far, today has been a good day.

The Quickie Chronicles - Corporately Seduced

Yes this is a part 2....

 I believe Mr. Edwards had a permanent water stain on his desk from my honeypot. I'd been making hourly/daily/weekly visits to see him. Lunch break sex. I just got to the office sex. I gotta work late sex. I have 15 minutes before my next client sex. Girl...

 In the past week, Mr. Edwards has seen me at least 3 times a day. Normally I would give him a days rest if I'd seen him more than once. This week had been too stressful for me to not go see that dick daily, multiple times. I walked in Friday, on his lunch break, lunch in tow. He looked exhausted. I set the meal up on his table (fried fish, potato salad, mac n cheese, bread and cake for dessert), fixed both of us a plate, and go to working. We ate in silence, and I must say it stung. We'd normally talk about our days, what we planned to do to each other, blah blah blah... I broke the silence.

 "What's biting you?"

 "You are." He said bitterly. My interest peaked. My eyes narrowed to meet his. I waited patiently. "Not that I do not enjoy your company, but why have you been here so much this week?"

 "Honestly, stressed." His gaze grew perplexed. I continued. "It's just that I still haven't found a job and I'm tried of looking. I start getting all depressed. Sex is natures best anti-depressant. And well, you always let me in."

 "Ebony, let me solve your problem. You know I still haven't hired anyone."
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 "And you know why I didn't accept the job day one."

 "I won't hold any sexual favors over your head. I promise. I'll even draw up a contract."

 "Would we ever actually get any work done?" I chuckled. His eyes narrowed and then he did the same. Then he just stared at me, awaiting my response. "Write up the contract. I'll look over it Monday morning."

 "And what about right now?" He said standing up, showing me his erection.

 "I've worn you out. You need your rest. See you Monday."

 That weekend I did enough self caking to kill a whole 8 pack of batteries and I was still horny. Although I was breaking my whole moral code for Mr. Edwards, I felt good about it. Sex and a paycheck. Good sex. What more could I ask for? I walked into the office Monday morning wearing the same suit I'd worn to my interview. Mr. Edwards eyes lit up as I walked in. He silently handed me the contract. I sat down at his desk to read it. Pleased with what I saw, I signed the bottom and handed it back. He signed as well, then we had a boring conversations about my duties and pay. He put me to work in the office on the other side of the kitchen. The way my desk was set up, I couldn't even look down the house and steal glances at him. I guess that was for the best. Lunch time. I was hungry and horny. I walked into his office.

 "Mr. Edwards, what would you like for lunch?" Please say me.

 "Actually, I brought us lunch today." My eyes lit up with surprise. He went into the kitchen and returned with a picnic basket. Just as I had done several times before, he laid the food out on his desk. I noticed everything he pulled out was fruit. And then the toppings. I couldn't help the grin that spread across my face. "Strip." I obliged. I stood before him naked and waiting for my next instructions. "Lay down on the table." Once I was down, he decorated me. Making different snack stations in my erogenous zones. My ears were dipped in chocolate. My neck was covered in honey. My nipples were covered in strawberries and whipped cream. An assortment of exotic fruits covered my honeypot. (No sugar in the cooch ladies. Can you say yeast infection?) Caramel sauce and chocolate dripped from both hips. Peanut butter, apples and bananas were clustered on my stomach. I asked him to take a picture so I could see the site later. He fed us from my body. Taking fruits and dipping them in the different sauces scattered across my body. He even stuck a few fruit inside me so he could taste my own natural juices. I felt like I was about to explode when he started to lick the remainder of the fruit and toppings off. He took his clothes off and climbed on top of me. He allowed himself to become dirty through contact as he got easier access to some of my spots. Just when I thought he licked me clean, and my body felt like it was on fire, he licked clean the mess I made. Another water spot on his desk. Sweat stains from my ass and shoulders. Untouched wood in the middle from the strong arch in my back. Head so good I was running, crawling, whatever, and almost crawled clean off the desk. He grabbed me by the ankles and had my ass up in the air as he continued to devour me. Don't have a fucking clue how many times I came. Don't know if I'm even able to cum again.

Sensing my exhaust, he stops and puts my ass down, literally. I get up and straddle him, laying him out the on desk. I lick up all the toppings left by contact and add a few more to return the favor. I coat is dick in everything I can find and lick, suck, and slurp it all away like I'm licking a lollipop, frozen pop, popsicle, candy apple, ice cream cone.... Once I feel a good case of lockjaw setting in, I stop. I reach over to one of his desk drawers and retrieve a condom. I slide it quickly over his penis and hop on top. I squat over him and bounce slowly. I bit my bottom lip harder and harder as he smacks my ass. Each smack cause me to buck and move a little faster. My thighs begin to burn and I put them down and continue riding. I lean over to lick up some left over chocolate on his neck, and he takes this as an opportunity to thrust upwards, causing me to to let out a loud moan, porno loud. He continues to thrust forcefully into me as I beat the desk above his head. One of the few times you'll ever hear me call his real name, Chris, is when he's hitting it just right. If I knew his middle name I'd throw that in the mix too. He grabs my ass cheeks tightly and forces me down on him to meet his every thrust. I hear the grunts build up in his throat meaning the end is near and I'm so ready. I begin to stroke him from the inside with my magic muscle. He tells me to stop and I do not listen. We collapse on each other a few minutes later.

 I run upstairs to take a shower. Guess I have to walk down the street and get something to eat from the corner store...

The Quickie Chronicles - Dirrty

My curiosity peaked when you swung your dreads at me. I got hard when you started speaking my language. "That's not a bear. He's more of an otter." (If you don't understand, use Google.)

 Being tucked carefully in the closet with my closest friends was the hardest thing for me to do. I didn't know how they'd react to the news. Now I knew they would love me no matter what, I was just afraid. Would my male friend start reading too far into things? Would they become more "closeted", for a lack of a better term, in what they do around me? I didn't want that. I didn't want to change things. And then they brought John in our circle.

 Just as every girl has a thug fantasy, or so they say, so do I. And while I've heard that although thugs go the hardest in the bedroom they most of the time fall short, I still had to have me one. Enter John. Beautiful thug like individual he was. Is. In the midst of my friends who think I'm straight and know he is. Until that night...

 After a long day at work, I decided to head to Bourbon to calm my nerves. It was karaoke night at the Pub anyway. Again, enter John. I'm standing at the bar, buying a drink. I return to the room to watch the show, maybe even sign up. I notice John walk in with a bunch of homothugs I try to avoid on the regular. They sit at the table next time mine. His back is to me. He must not have seen me. Repeat the beginning of the story. After this he and his friends get on stage and perform "baby got back" while grinding all over each other. I make eye contact with him as he performs. He licks his lips at me a few times, I bite mine. I decide then to turn my gay on. I sign up to perform. A few songs later, and it's my turn. I perform an extra dirty version of "Dirrty". I works the entire crowd, and when I'm done I hop off the stage and walk straight to the bar and order a drink. When the drink comes back to me, it's already paid for. The bartenders points across to bar to...well you know who. I walk up to John and make some small talk. His hands are trying to have a different conversation. I decided to speak his language by taking his hand and leading him to the bathroom.

 Now, these stalls are small as hell but they'll get the job done. I push him up against one wall as I slide down the other. I undo his belt buckle and pants and let them hang around his knees. I pulled his penis out the slot in his boxers and put my mouth to work. He grabbed the back of my neck and forced himself down my throat. He made the grunt like noises you would expect and thug to make. I giggled and gagged on his dick. I looked up to catch of glance of him, eyes beyond the ceiling, bottom lip tucked tightly behind his flashing teeth. I was doing an excellent job. Before he had a chance to unload in my mouth, I stopped, got up, and turned him around. I pressed my erection up against his tight ass. I was surprised when he threw it back at me and starting grinding. I never expected this thug to bottom. I unlocked the stall and walked out to get a condom from the dispenser and some lube from the fish bowl. When I walked back into the stall, I removed my growing erection from my pants and unrolled the condom over it. He pulled down his boxers and began positioning himself. I applied extra lube to the condom and a little more near his asshole. I kissed his neck and shoulders as I eased into him. He hissed. As my pumps grew stronger, his grunts grew more forceful as he punched the wall. I reached around to jack him off to my rhythm. A few minutes later, the condom is full and my hand was a mess. I cleaned it off with some toilet paper. I properly disposed of the condom, fixed my clothes and began to exit the stall. He grabs my wrist and lets go just as quickly as he grabbed. I walk out the bathroom, out the club, to my car.

 I wonder how our next get together will go...

I'm angry

I'm angry. I'm angry because you made this little thing we had super serious. Then you left. You disappeared and didn't even explain why. You just stopped calling back or responding to text messages. I'm angry because out of nowhere and from no hints on my part you said you loved me. Asked me to give you children. Now. Mind you I'm a senior in college and am not in the situation I want to be in where I start my family. But you asked. We talked about a future. A future I vowed I would never bring up again because everytim I start thinkin in the future tense my heart gets broken. I'm angry because you said all the right things and did the right things too. Had me thinkin i had finally found a guy I would spend the rest of my life with. I'm angry because I finally had a man and not a little ass boy. I'm angry because I thought we had potential and I had finally mentioned you to the parentals an you fuckin disappeared. Im angry because the head was the best head I had ever had and I thought I had already experienced the best. Im angry because you told me, not asked me, that i was your girl. You place us in a committed relationship and then ran away from it. But most of all I'm angry because I don't know what happened to make you run away. The keyword in this is I'm angry. Not hurt or sad or in pain. Just angry. I hadn't invested enough feelings yet to be hurt or in pain and I am grateful for that because I can't take another heart break. I saved my heart this time. But still, I'm angry!!

The Quickie Chronicles - 3D

It always starts with a kiss on the neck. He learned my spot day one. Had my leg fucking shaking just from touching one spot on my fucking neck. Had my river flowing clean down my leg. Right in the middle of the club.

 Back to present. His lips on my neck. My legs around his waist. His lips on my chest. My legs around his waist. His tongue on my nipples. My back flat on the bed. His teeth on my side. My legs in the air. A bite mark left on my hip. My pants slide from under my ass. A gentle kiss on my inner thigh. My pants hit the floor. No sounds can escape my dry mouth. My need for snacks has been replaced with my need to feel his tongue on my clit. And, tonight all my needs are fulfilled. I arch my back in delight. The sudden jerk of my head causes me to feel like I'm swimming. I feel like he's pleasing me on parallel dimensions. I try to run. I get caught up in another dimension. Another pyramid. My mouth is too dry to form a response. I just want to feel him inside of me. He must have gotten tired of me running. He stops and just looks at me. Deeply. As he always does. I melt. This is too intimate to be just fucking. He slides his boxers off and enters me. I angle my ass upward to deepen the thrust. He moans, I start rocking to his rhythm. I start feeling him in a fourth dimension of my soul. As his pelvis beat against my clit, I start running again. He slides out and rolls me on my side. I swing my leg over his side. He grabs my breast and strokes me. Enter dimension five. I'm feeling it all over, from places that don't even exist. He begins to slid off the bed and drag me with him. I roll over on my stomach and use my arms to prop myself up. I bounce my ass on his pelvis with all the force I can muster. I began climb on the bed and run away. He follows me. We rock and rock until he can't take it. He disengages. Enter dimension six. He lays on his back and signals me over. I climb on top. Riding hasn't always been my strong suit but I like the power he gives me. I like the way he looks at me. I like the way he holds my hips and presses me down on him. I start my stroke. He on some simp shit so he asks me to hold him close. I lay down on his chest and bite his neck and shoulders. I clench my muscle down on him as well. He tells me he's about to cum. I'm not ready. I take him out. He protests. I tell him he was to give me more time. He agrees. I slide him back in and start working. He bites his lips, I bite mine. I ride the wave of passion known as dimension six. I feel him release beneath me. I climb off.

 He stretches his arm out. The signal for me to lay on his chest. I take my spot, rub his chest and stomach and drift off. I wake up to the sound of him snoring and the tv we left on to drown out our moans. And if you don't understand feeling in dimensions, you've never had high sex.

The Quickie Chronicles - Cum for Me

"As long as you come home to me."  The last words he said before I hung up the phone.  I made him promise to answer whatever time I call.  Made him promise to open the door.  Made him promise to wake up for me.  So I could make him cum for me...

I've spent the last 3 hours with my girls, sweating it out in our favorite clubs.  We've flirted shamelessly and managed to get enough free drinks to be eligible for a DUI.  I sit behind the wheel of my car trying to shake off all the advances and delete the added numbers in my phone.  I must admit my drunken ass danced the night away and now I'm extremely horny.  I start my drive to him and I hope he's ready for me.

When I pull into the parking lot of his apartment building and make the call.  First time,  voicemail.  I hang up and call right back.  Around the third ring, he groggily answers the phone.  I get out the car and walk to his door.  I kiss him as I walk in and head straight to the bathroom.  I grab some towels to freshen up, wipe the salty taste from my skin, but to keep my fragrant oils in place.  I reheat the towel and head to his room with it in my hand.

He's laying on the bottom of the bed with his feet hanging over.  I kneel on the bed beside him.  I take my time removing him from his boxers and stroking him with the warm towel.  I make sure every part of him that sits between his legs gets some love and attention and lukewarm wetness.  He stirs sleepily as his member grows harder.  Tired of teasing him with a towel, I decide to return the favor he's constantly bestowed upon me.  His body jerks from the new feel.  My warm tongue making circles on the tip of his penis.  My warm mouth and saliva cascading around him.  The rhythm of my sucking.  He sits up and grabs the back of my neck. I keep working.

He grabs me by the hair and pulls me off his penis.  I pout.  He kisses me with a passion I never felt before.  I put my knees up on the bed around him, and begin stroking his dick with my hand.  I work him under my skirt as we continue kissing.  I move my panties aside and slide him in.  I ride him slowly as I've done many nights before, gazing into his eyes.  Reminds me of the first time.  He holds my back and squeezes my love handles as he pulls me in for another kiss.  He leans back on the bed, I follow him over.  He rolls us over and places my legs on his shoulders.  He knows I love it like that.  His pelvis bounces off of my clit as I squirm into my first orgasm of the night.  I bite down on his shoulder as I gear up to endure the continuance of his long strokes.  My legs are already shaking and I try to run away.  He pulls out and looks down at me, kisses me, slaps me on my side, tells me to roll over.  I oblige.  I toot my ass up for him as he reenters.  We rock to the same rhythm.  I buck beneath him, giving him my all.  He reaches around and pulls me up, chokes me.  I just keep throwing it back at him.  My eyes are rolling back in my head, I'm biting the shit out my bottom lip. I gasp to scream, his hand is blocking my sound.  My muscle pulsates around him as I end round 2.

At this point I'm upset.  I was suppose to come here and get him to bust one real fast.  I feel like I've failed.  The bucking behind me stops and I feel him pull out.  I turn around to find him standing there, looking like a small child with his dick in his hands, cum dripping down his fingers.  I laugh and hand him the towel.

Bitch ass niggas !

Bitch ass niggas. I fucking can't stand bitch ass niggas. Like how old are we? Are we still so fuckin immature that we are going to send anonymous text messages to someone's bf/crush/love interest --whatever-- and spread lies?

Are we in the fourth grade? As soon as we see someone who is happy or has the potential to be happy we have to go and try and fuck it up? What the fuck kind of world do I live in? We need to learn to move past the bullshit and keep the irrelevant shit at bay. Nothing is that serious that you need to ruin people's relationships. Romantic or not. And even if something is serious enough where you got beef that shit is crossing the line. I don't care how much I don't like you I aint doing all that. For one it's too much fucking work and energy and I don't care that damn much.

If you care to take the time to send bogus text messages for no reason you must really be jealous of that somebody. That shit is pathetic.

You bitch ass niggas need to grow the fuck up! Bitch!

Never forget who you are and whose you are....

Long time no hear, from me i guess.  I don't mean to offend anyone with this, it's just how i feel.

I cannot tell you how many times i've heard that from my mother.  i can't tell you how many times i ignored her saying that.  i think i finally understand that now.

I always saw it, heard it, thought of it coming from a religious place and my place with religion is....not where it once was.  it's a relationship i want to rebuild.  i miss it sometimes.  but sometimes i question if it's from actual or learned necessity.  i was raised to feel a certain way.  i learned something different as i grew older.  molding what's left of my religious beliefs with what are my current spiritual emotions. difficult.

whose am i?

i have this strong tie to my matriarchal line.  i don't know why.  but i belong to them.  never met my great grandmother but i swear i feel her.  my grandmother was a force in my life that could never be reckoned with.  this woman walked around mcm with gout and her swoll feet slippers (and yall don't know how much she did not like going outside like that) to take care of me....by putting the principal in her place.  and when she died, that's when my anger with religion began, i blamed myself for her death.  i made her so sad cuz i was leaving for college.  she couldn't deal with it.  i was angry with her for leaving me. she must have felt the same. but i could have never asked for a better angel. i swear.

did you know that you still learn, even after you die? i don't mean reincarnation either. you get to sit back and look at what was. understand what you left from new eyes.

there must be some separation of spirit and soul.

i've learned to associate whose i am with what i believe.  i believe a have a whole crew of ancestors watching over me. i call them angels even tho there is no religious tie.  i'm not saying that i don't believe i "belong" to some higher up, higher being.  i'm just saying that that being doesn't have to tie into mainstream and acceptable religions.  i wish i knew the religion of my people. i wish i knew my people.

i'll stop now. before my ramble goes beyond the point.

how do you know

how do you know
how do you know that you are over someone
if you still think about them every now and then
if you wonder if their life is ok
if you ask yourself if you ever cross their mind
if it still makes you sad that the two of you didnt make it
how can you say
how can you say that you no longer love them
if seeing them with someone else still hurts
if you look at their tweets just to see whats going on in their life
if you still havent gotten rid of his clothes that you have
are the other feelings
feelings you have for other people
are they fake
do they exist
can they exist
if you still have these random thoughts of the ex
if sometimes you wonder what if
can you truly fall in love with someone else
and tell them you want to be with them forever
or would it all be a lie
am i living a lie because this is true about me
or am i just real
is it bad to think about your past
no matter what capacity it is in your mind
or is it natural
just because i think about someone sometimes
doesnt mean that someone else isnt on my mind all the time
but, how do you know

The Quickie Chronicles: The W Word

I had just started this new job, and i was pretty excited. i love the movies. i come here all the time anyway and now i get paid to sell movie shit, really? and i get to see free movies. it was going well. the people were cool and the managers were pretty chill too. There's this one manager and i think he call himself flirting with me. He put his number in my phone one day when i was chillin in the break room. but he is cute and im single so i dont care. as time goes by him and i talk more and more until it becomes an everyday thing. even at work he say some slick flirty shit. one day when we all at working talking and shit i notice a glisten on his ring finger on his left hand, "you married?" --- "yea" he states simply. Nigga what? im confused. like havent we had extremely freaky conversations? did YOU not give ME your number? did i miss something?

for a few days that sits with me and im just confused as to why this nigga even talkin to me, but i guess you can say eventually i get over it because one summer night as i am preparing to leave work and head home he texts me and tells me to meet him at this side door entrance to the building. now i have never been through this mystery door so i have no idea what to expect but im like ok. and then he says bring a condom, im like woah now but with a smirk on my face. i grab a magnum, my keys and get out my car. when i get to the door he has already cracked the door that leads to a stairwell. i walk in and before i can even say one word he is all over me. kissing my lips, neck, ears, down to my titties. hands running down my pack towards my ass and leading my hands to his package. so far so good.his kisses are soft and gentle with just enough edge to show me how bad he wants me. his hands are firm on my ass showing me how bad he craves to feel himself inside of me, and this is a feeling i havent felt in awhile. he slides my black work pants and lace thong down ---- thank God i wore sexy panties today i think to myself --- and starts touching my love box. lets just say, if i wasnt wet before, im flooding now. he bends me over the stairs, puts the condom on and slides inside of me. giving me nice deep slow strokes i have to contain my volume. i guess the stroke is so good i let a few escape my lips and he reaches up and places a hand around my mouth. that movement causes him to get even deeper inside of me.i feel every inch of his stick and all i can do is moan his name. my juices are all over him and before i know it his are deep inside me, safely inside that magnum.

he pulls out, pulls up his pants, i do the same and smirk at him, "what about your wife, wont she smell me on you?" --- "lets not ruin the moment with the mention of the W word" he responds right before placing a kiss on my lips. i just simply laugh, and walk out the door i came in through. "see ya later mr married man" i say as i keep walking towards my car without lookin back.

The Quickie Chronicles - Closet Freak

Scorpio is working at some undisclosed pyramid.  He's sending this thru me lol...

My wife and I were in the market for a house, so we hired a Realtor to show us a few properties around town. With my wife's latest promotion, we could afford a house in the 450-500K range. With this in mind, our Realtor identified 3 open house properties that she wanted us to visit. We were excited to see what she'd picked out, and hoped one of them would be a winner.

We arrived at the first house, and it was freaking awesome! 5BR 4.5 Baths, Game room, Theater, the works!! The Realtor told us to take our time and look around, and just find her if we had any questions. My wife and I were admiring the closet in the Master Bedroom, when I playfully pinched her on the ass. She giggled, and told me that I better behave. I didn't, and proceeded to run my fingers along the inseam of her jeans. The warmth tucked behind her zipper turned me on, and while her mind and mouth told me "no," her body....her body screamed "yes!" She stood perfectly still, eyes closed, as I undid her jeans and pulled them down to meet the Coach sneakers on her feet.

The dark grey spot on her light grey boy shorts let me know that our private tour of this house was about to begin. While on my knees, I lifted her t-shirt up, and began to kiss her navel. She shivered, as my kisses sent her nerves and nervousness into overdrive. My kissing campaign continued South, until my lips were resting against the dark grey spot on her underwear. After a brief moment of nibbling and sucking on that dark grey spot on her light grey boy shorts, my wife exhaled deeply, and I could see the dark grey spot on her light grey boy shorts growing larger. She, still fighting the urge to splurge a little, tried to pull away from me, but I put a halt to that plan. I slid my hands up her thighs, inside of her underwear, and let my thumbs toggle her love button. Her knees buckled, putting her closer to me. She kicked off her sneakers, finished taking her jeans off, pulled her boy shorts down, and said, "Don't disappoint me."

Holding onto the bottom of the dresser for support, she took that dick like a champion. It had been a while since we'd had rough sex like that. She moaned in agony and enjoyment, as her kneecaps were subjected to a rug burn like no other. I was giving her my all, as my balls crashed against her ass. Sensing that she was almost to her breaking point, I stood up, turned around and changed positions. With her back arched at a maximum angle, I stuck my dick inside, and began to do squats. With each dip, my wife's moans rumbled and rolled from her lips, as her abs constricted with anguish. Her orgasmic melodies reminded me of the days when she'd sing in the lower registers in our church choir. As she continued to bellow out me favorite song, I unloaded and we sang a duet in perfect harmony.

Using paper towels and hand soap to freshen up, my wife and I couldn't help but smile at each other. Having sex like that, in someone else's house was invigorating. When the Realtor finally returned, she asked if we had any questions. My wife looked at me, winked, and asked the Realtor, "Will the next house have a walk-in closet as well?"

The Quickie Chronicles - Ode to the DJ

For a dolo night out, it was mad real. I don’t know what possessed me to go out by myself that night. Glad I did.

I ran into some real friends and twitter friends. Shot the shit. Was really enjoying myself. Had two specialty drinks without “tipping” all the way over, but I felt like I could at any second.

I made my way to the DJ booth to holla at him. Did that. Met a friend of his too. Let’s just say he had a way with words.

After a few hours of dancing, drinking, sneaking in the back to smoke, and feeling up the DJ, last call was, ummmm, called? I still don’t know how long last call is because as soon as they call it everyone leaves. Hell, somebody else still serving liquor!

So anyway, I make my rounds and say my bye. Go to say bye to the DJ, he talking bout – “Stay. Come get some food with us afterward.” Well hell, I’m drunk, high, and hungry. Why not? He spins a few more records, packs his shit up and we leave. Cool.

We went to some spot I never heard of and was munched out. When we were done with our food, I yawned. I thought I should probably go, make my way to my bed; but, the DJ and the man with a way with words look at each other and tell me to stay.

Fast forward. We’re at the DJ’s house. I’m slightly confused as to why I’m there, well actually why all three of us are there. Then I realize they both tryna get me. I become overwhelmed with the need to – “Shower. I really feel the need to take a shower.” The DJ leads me to the bathroom and gives me towels, all the while having this sly grin on his face.

I undress, get in the shower, and lather up. That’s when I hear the door open, clothes shifting, and the shower curtain open on each side. Word man in front of me, and the DJ behind me with his dick pressed up against my ass. He wrapped his arms around my waist and rubbed my hips. I stood perfectly still. “I’m gonna tell you what to do”, he whispered in my ear, before placing light kisses on my shoulders. All I could do was nod. “Look at him. Now kiss him”, he continued to whisper. “Now rub your hands up his chest to his shoulders. Take one hand and trail it down his spine until you are cupping one of his ass cheeks. Now slap it.”

The slap jerked the man of, now, not so many words away from me. He looked slightly violated and intrigued while the shower head assaulted the back of his head. I giggled.

“Tell her what you want her to do now.” Clearly the DJ was running the shots, and is still dry from hiding behind me. Not for long.

Words stroked the length of his member. It wasn’t until then that I noticed his size. Moderately lengthy. Thick as a plum. At least that’s what the tip reminded me of. “I want you to treat my tip like a lollipop.” I dropped down and began licking and sucking his tip like a blowpop. The DJ hit my back instructing me to get in a tabletop position. With my ass now tooted up toward him, the DJ began to tease my clit with his tongue. I kept working on my lollipop, taking more and more of it in my mouth against instruction. In the midst of our slurp fest, the water started getting cooler, but I was getting hotter.

Words stopped me to ask what I knew about rimming. I only admitted to knowing what it was. He turned around and bent over and gave instructions. I licked the shit out of his asshole, not literally. I moved further south, licking and teasing the spot between his ass and his balls. I moved my mouth back and forth between the two places using my hand to tease his balls and finally jacking him off. Skeet skeet on the shower walls.

Meanwhile, the DJ is reciting his ABCs on my clit and sucking out every bit of nectar I can make. He slips a few fingers inside when Words tops him. Change in the lineup. “Stop”, Words tells me. “I want you to do to him what you just did to me.” The DJ stops and gives Words a look of confusion. I stand up and turn DJ around and bend him over. His back tries to arch in protest, so I slap his ass. Boom. Payback. The DJ mutters, “but I didn’t make her cum yet”, as he submits. I began my ass licking sequence while Words starts on me. First, my clit while rubbing on my ass. Then, he moves to my ass. Now a good rimming is always welcome in my neighborhood. He sticks two or three fingers inside my pussy while giving the nerve endings on my asshole a real treat. Just as I am putting the final strokes on the DJ, Words speeds up causing me and the DJ to climax simultaneously. I drop to the shower floor and let the water swirl all around me. Words looks at the DJ and says, “DP.” The DJ nods. I say, “Not in my ass!”

We got out the shower and dry off. Words grabs me by the hand and leads me to the bed. He stands in front of me and gently unrolls a condom over his erection. He uses something to lube it up and then tells me to turn around. He takes his time rubbing the lube all over my ass, teasing my curves, slapping it and watching it jiggle. He puts some lube near my asshole. I immediately tense up. He rubs my arms, breast, and hips to try and calm me down. He lays me on the bed and throws my legs over. I kinda feel like a baby about to have my diaper changed. I giggle. He takes this as an opportunity to begin sliding in my tightest hole. I cringe and try not to tense up. He slowly goes in inch by inch until I feel his pubic hairs against my thighs. He moves out slowly but quickens as he reenters. The DJ takes his time putting on a condom as I continue to adjust to the new pain and pleasure I feel. Words pulls my lower back off the bed as the DJ holds my legs down and straddles them. He is standing in front of Words, facing me. As Words finds a more comfortable rhythm, the DJ slides into me. I let out a shrill gasp. My body doesn’t know how to react. I place my heels on his shoulders, matching his thrusts. I also am matching Words’ thrusts. The room is filled with our soundtrack. Skin on skin rhythm. Deep primal grunt bass. The low hum of a tenor sax. The harmonious moans of “Oh, shit” coming from my throat. We rocked and rocked until finally Words couldn’t take anymore and unloaded. He pulled out, pulled off the condom, got dressed and left the bass and I with no tenor. We didn’t need it. Our song lasted well past the 9th ward roosters and the early morning chirps of the birds. When our song finally ended, my legs were limp as noodles and my poor coochie was down for the count.

As the DJ slept, I left to get ready for another night at the pyramid…

The Quickie Chronicles - Missed

I haven't seen her in months. I've been working, she's been schooling and time is just limited to phone calls, email, Skype and text messages. All those things are good to talk and see each other but it aien't like touching skin. I've missed her scent, the dimples in her cheeks (both sets), and the way she said my name. But what I missed the most is that good, good. 

Mamacita has been missing me and papito has missed her too. Her car aien't worth shit, but I took care of her and the car as much as possible. She's finally on a school break and on her way to me. Just thinking about her lips, her kiss, the snapper in her pus.... Mamacita is about to get the business. 

I hear her car pull up and her heels clinking the pavement. Knowing she likes candles, music and all the romantic shit I check over my place, yea shit is legit and R.Kelley is teaching us how to count to twelve in a play date. 

She walked in with a tight black dress, platforms with spikes that had her legs tight and ass poking out some serious... I got hard just looking her up and down. Her hips swayed nice and easy and her breasts sat so right. She winked and ran into my open arms. Damn she smelled and felt good in my arms. Pressing my dick into her had her grinning from ear to ear. She kissed me with those deep red lips something so sloppy and wet... The best prelude I ever did see.

No words exchanged with her in my arms. Wrapping her legs around me she did a dutty wind on my dick. She wind so fucking sexy I grew right into her moist heat radiating on me. Gripping her ass while tasting her lips, she had me in a trance. She was about to get the business. 

I laid her on the counter and kissed her from her ankles to her center and again from the other leg. Hearing her moans and watching her juices leak had me going insane. Mami didn't have panties on and feeling her everywhere had me ready to go. I wanted to tease her, like she'd teased me with her sexy pics and lingerie skype sessions. I wanted to make her beg for me like I wanted her to come over to my place. I licked and planted kisses from head to toe. Making sure I only kissed both sets of lips, I ignored her pooling in that sweet spot. It was only right to put a tease on her nipples next, which had her going crazy pulling at my jeans and clawing at my shirt. Tisk, tisk, not yet Ma.

I work her spots from her neck down to her feet missing her puddle again. Watching her shake in sweet anticipation she's making that ready face. Leaning in to taste those soft lips, she tells me in a whisper how bad she needs me. I love that shit, and I strip in 3seconds flat. Going down I lap up her sweet juices. Kiss her lips and scoop out her sweetness with my tongue. Feeling her jerk a little I lick her walls and find her clit. Swirling, bouncing and sucking on it softly she shakes and grabs my head. Her juices let me know I'm in the right spot so I go to work. Counting and spelling out every day I missed her with my tongue. She's almost there so I speed up the number of days and finish up with a sucking and swirl on her clit. Clenching me with her thighs I dig deeper into her walls drinking in her nectar and plunging away the loneliness. 

Hearing her breaths return to normal and the grip on my head loosen I admire how beautiful she is and how much I've been waiting for this reunion. Sliding in slow she comes again making it extra juicy for daddy. I take long, deep, longer, deeper, quicker, longer, faster, angle harder, deep, shorter, faster, side angle deeper until she's grabbing the sheets clenching that muscle on me. 

Grabbing her legs and throwing them on my shoulders I lean in to get deeper and drill into her, pounding  out any cob webs built up from our last time together. Feeling her clenching and moaning for more I work harder, giving her the thrusts she eagerly matches. Moaning to my rhythm I watch her take me in and out, dripping that honey for daddy and that shit turns me loose. Sliding out I stand on the edge of the bed and pull her to me by her legs. Knowing wassup she gets on all fours and grabs a pillow to drown her moans. Sliding in she moans out and I pound into her giving it to her strong and deep. Lifting my leg to get in deeper I go to work. She got The memo and goes to work throwing it back. She feels so good I zone out to keep from coming and she starts gasping my name. 

Feeling her tightening and squishing for me has me turned up. Reaching and playing with her clit is her final restraint and comes all over my dick right before I explode. Sliding out I smack her on the ass and kiss the mark I left after she collapses. Winded for putting in work, I look over and see her damn near passed out with a smile. Skype could possibly never do this.

The Quickie Chronicles - Role Play

I sat in his car as he drove along the highway.  At every intersection, railroad track, red light, and hint of traffic, his lips would find my neck and his hand would creep up my thigh.  Just feeling my wetness made him hiss. We needed to find a room. Fast.
He'd picked me up in a bar. Got me drunk. Got me horny. Gave me several hickeys. I told him my name was Rebecca and I worked for sprint. He told me his name was James and he was a contractor passing through town. I'd never been one for one night stands before, but the way he had me feeling, all my inhibitions were gone.
It felt we were driving for hours. My torment leaked onto his car seat. The bulge in his pants grew by the second. I stroked his thigh and teased him through his pants.
We finally came to a ratchet truck stop where he allegedly left his 18 wheeler.  He got us a room and it was on.
As soon as the door closed, clothes were flying. His fingers found their way to the puddle he created and lingered.  I squirmed with delight.  I undid his pants to release his bulge, and what a beautiful bulge it was.  With his fingers still in me, I lead him to the bed. I laid down and put my legs on his shoulders. He replaced his fingers with his dick.
He slow stroked me into submission. My back had the hardest arch it could achieve.  He rolled me over on my side and lay beside me. With my leg over his hip bone, he continued his tortuous slow stroke. My moans became louder by the second.
He tells me to ride him and angles himself so that each thrust will achieve maximum depth. I climb the walls as I rise and fall on his dick. The pressure of my moans build in my throat. I let out a groan of pleasure and anguish.  My legs begin shaking and I can't take anymore. I get off and crawl away.
He was right behind me, right back in me. Giving me his all. Our moans echoed harmoniously in the night air.  I fell asleep.
When I woke up, I was surprised to see my husband in the passenger seat. He handed me my ring.
"Morning James. I mean, Bruce."
"What do you have in store for next week", my husband asked. I laughed. I never disclose my plans.