The Quickie Chronicles - Office Hours

I walk in her office hours and she sittin at her desk grading papers. I walk in with my fake tears already formed. I hike my skirt a little and take a seat. Rumor was she went both ways, I was tryna find out. She looks up and asks how she can help me. I burst into tears and tell her how I'm doing bad in her class and I need to graduate and ill do ANYTHING to make that happen. She looks at me and I swear she smirks a little and before I can say anything else she closes her door, sits on her desk right in front of me, opens her legs and asks, "ever ate pussy before" I chuckle and say "I'm the best". I scoot further in my seat so her pussy is right in my face and move her lace panties to the side. I use two fingers and massage her clit a little before I insert them inside of her. I lean in and I can see the anticipation of my tongue is killin her. I give her soft strokes with my tongue up and down her clit making sure I use my whole tongue. A common mistake of men is only using the tip but I know better. Her juices start flowing and I'm catching every bit in my mouth, not letting any of her wetness hit the desk top. My fingers are stroking and my tongue is writing circles on her clit. She is so wet. I slide my other hand to my own clit and massage myself. I'm so wet. As I begin to bring myself to orgasm my fingers go deeper into her and my tongue moves a little faster. I'm slurping it all. Before I know it she squirts in my mouth and I feel myself coming too. I pull her panties back over, fix my skirt and sit back in my seat. "So about that grade..?" I say with a smirk. She walks back to her chair and says "you have an A, don't worry!" I stand up and walk to the door. Before I open it to walk out I turn back and say "who knew office hours could be so helpful" and smile and walk out.

The Quickie Chronicles - Only a dream. . .

When I walk in our bedroom he's naked. Towel by his ankles and boxers in his hand. He looks at me and smiles that sexy smile. "Don't even bother" I tell him as I start unbuttoning my cardigan showing off my new lingerie. With that he walks over to me and picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. Our lips meet and it seems like its been forever. Soft, gentle, perfect kisses. He lays me on our bed and pulls off my skirt and thong. He moves down the bed and finds my opening and puts his tongue to work. Now when I say best head ever I am not exaggerating. He knows my body inside and out and he is licking and kissing and nibbling softly on my love box like its the last thing he will ever do. My river is flowing and his tongue is painting circles on my love button. "I wanna feel you" I say in my sexiest voice and in one slick motion he is on top of me giving me soft deep thrusts. I'm moaning and cant get enough. His girth fits me like a glove. Slow and deep. And then deeper. That's the way I like it. I can feel all of him and I'm taking it like a champ. I'm throwing it at him an matching his pace. We are as one and it feels so good. He is grunting and damn near screaming and right before we release my alarm goes off and I realize it was only a dream.

I want...

I wanna be loved again. I want someone to wake up and go to sleep with me on their mind. I want someone to be concerned if they don't talk to me for a whole day. I want someone to be there for me on my best days and my worst. I want someone to love my strengths and my weaknesses. I want someone to love me inside and out. I want someone who wants to be with me and only me. I want someone who loves to be around my friends and family and wants me to be around theirs. I just want someone to love me that I can love back with all my heart. Is that too much to ask??

The Quickie Chronicles - 1 Earring, 1 Ride

from the newest ghost writer- Lavender Sage!!!!!


the dress, it was tight. i think i turned around and looked at my ass in the mirror quite a few times. shit i looked good. real good. and i knew for sure i'd find something to fuck. i wasn't new to this. yea i had a boyfriend, but he is an hour away at another school. besides, he wasn't fucking me right no ways. i'll deal with him later, right now i don't wanna be bothered. he's so emotional. and clingy. ugh. not my type but i'll let that shit go later.

 me and my roommates ALWAYS pre gamed, so i was pretty sure i'd be drunk enough to let go of it all by the time i got to the party. see the good thing about my roommates was that they knew how to have a good time and keep the drinks rolling. the only thing i didn't like was that they talked too damn much. see i'm very private about my shit but my room was in the front of the apartment, so i could be discreet as i pleased.

we got to the party right when it was starting to jump off. it was packed, the football and basketball team was there, but i didn't want those heauxs. i was trolling for that dick, i saw nothing that sparked an interest or wet my lips. so to the bar we go, another round. the dj was straight. the same ol tracklist as all his other parties in this small as town, but it was whatever. i'ma twerk my ass.

being that i was a bit drunker now, i can handle my liquor well, i wanted to do another troll before that last call. and that's when i saw him. he was thick, not skinny but not fat. i checked his footwork, yes the newest pair of jordan's. his levi's were nice, the cut i liked. fresh fade, nice jewelry. my height and that's pretty tall. he was there with a few guys i knew from campus so they tried their best to through him on. i didn't need all that. i thought he was pretty nice and i knew for sure that his dick in his pants was nice being that i through it back on him by "accident" trying to hear what he was saying. the basics was asked, "whats your name?" "whats your major?", you know the routine. after about 15 minutes, of playing coy, i was like fuck it, i don't want anybody see me leaving out with him when the lights came on. so i suggested that we leave and go to my apartment. i signaled off to my roommates that i was leaving and for them to ride with someone else because i "broke the heel of my shoe". their drunk dumb asses fell for it. we hopped in my little 4 door and sped off to my apartment. remember, i said discreet. i lived in a popular college town part of the city and i really didn't want anyone to see us.

 i was full of patron and i've been known to act my porn star-ish ways. my bed had always been strategically placed in front of the mirror covered sliding closet, so i was excited to be starring in my own show. i locked my door. cut the lights, all except from the candle that was lit in the corner. i couldn't stand for my room to smell like sex afterwards. i laid him down on the bed and went for that thick dick i grinding on not just an hour before. he took off his jordan's then started to unbuckle his jeans. i told him to handle his watch as i handled the buckle. as i was sliding down his jeans, his dick was standing straight up to tell me hello. that excited me so much that my mouth got wet, immediately. i slid out of that tight ass dress only to reveal the lace set i bought earlier from Macy's. i stood back a bit in my drunken stuper to make a plan of attack, as big as his dick was. i had to perform right. it was a one night stand, so i always made sure to go hard as if this was my only shot at life.

while i was coming up with my strategy, he ask for me to take my bra off so he could pinch my nipples and for me to turn around so he could check my ass out in the thong i had on. all he was doing was setting himself for the perfect oscar winning performance. i pushed him back down across the bed, laid him back, placed a pillow under his head to prop it up just right so he could watch a part of the show as well. i knelt before him as if i was trying to let him see what he was about to feel in a few short minutes. a nice view in the mirror. i went down on the head of his dick, just to play with the tip. then around the crown of the head. then down the long way that lead me to the little trick i learned from a magazine my roommate was reading by the pool. i twirled my tongue around the middle, in between where his dick met and where his balls started. he moaned so loud, i thought he may have gave the signal to my neighbor on the opposite of my paper thin walls that i was fucking somebody, yet again. i barked from him NOT to cum. not just yet.

 i slowly took off my now wet thong. something about being in control of giving the best head a nigga's ever had, was a true turn on to me. I grabbed the condom from the nite stand, correctly and slowly rolled it on, and climbed on top that still tall dick. i had to position myself on top to make sure i took it all. i could see his look of shock in the candlelight. true amazement. before i could get a good stride in, he smacked my ass so loud and hard that i jumped. "oh yea? that's the shit u liked huh?" i replied in a whisper in his left ear and i whipped my hair back. i caught notice of myself in that said mirror and immediately had that bad bitch mentality come through. "u got this now turn him the fuck out." i rode him until my thighs started to burn. no way was i gonna let a one nite stand cum first. thats not the rule. i cum first, who gives a fuck if u do. after a few more strides, i came. i came hard to where i shivered. he through his fist in my hair and pulled as if that was his way of saying he should be getting kudos for it. no nigga that was all me. u were just here for equipment purposes. since i was playing nice, i decided to let him cum but i told him to hurry because i was beginning to go dry. i instructed him to bend me over so i could get wet all over again. remember we're in the mirror. me being bent over in front of the mirror taking dick so hard that i'm beginning to bruise at my tramp stamp, is quite a scene. he did as he was told and beginning to do a few quick pumps to where when he did cum, he fell over on a pillow and went straight to sleep. condom still on and all.

as soon as he erupted, my roommates were placing their keys in the door. "we brought u some waffle house. we figured u were hungry!" they screamed through the door. i was so bent i was like fuck it. i'm not one to turn down free waffle house after that drunk nite. i had worked up an appetite too but i could not find the energy. i blew out the candle after a few minutes and crashed along with him. i believe his name was Rashad. i'm not sure. who gives a shit. he was a one nite stand. the next morning, i woke up to a hangover to beat the gods that was fighting the sunlight coming through my curtains. i noticed a body next to me and couldnt for the life of me remember wtf happened but we were naked, there was an open condom wrapper on the floor, and a clip on earring laid on my nite stand. i got up. slipped on some sweats and took a quick piss. i tried to make my raccoon eyes vanish before he could roll over and think he slept with a booga wolf. when i returned from the bathroom. there were awkward "good mornings" and a "where is my phone?". i made the reference of him going home. he made mentioned to getting my number but my phone was off to play on the "my phone is dead." lie i always run. i wanted him gone before my roommates or my neighbors to see who was creeping out. and then he goes "can u give me a ride? i don't have a car."

**face palm**

The Carla Jones Project Part 2 (work in progress)

 I had two weeks to adjust to what college life was suppose to be before class actually started.  I got to take part of a service orientation, working in soup kitchens and homeless shelters in Washington, D.C. It was really a rewarding experience. I was happy.  I talked to my parents every night for at least an hour, telling them about my new adventures and such.

The Saturday before school started, my parents seemed a little strange when I talked to them.  Some of my best friends called me during the day and told me about the storm coming. I brushed it off.  This wasn't the first storm of the year, and being outside the city, I didn't see the media hype being built around it. All my friends told me of their plans of leaving the city.  I got a little worried so I called my parents back.

 "Hell no, we ain't leaving!", my daddy can be a little ratchet.

 "Well, what category is it?", I asked.

 "5."  My mother said it so calmly.  I flipped my shit.  I ran through all the questions.  Why aren't you leaving ?  What have you done to prepare to stay ? What if you really have to leave the city ? They answered my questions as calmly as ever.  They seemed to have all their ducks in a row.   They assured me that if anything happened they would be coming straight to me in Ohio.  I trusted their decisions and talked to them as much as I could for the next few day.

 Monday morning.  First day of class.  I've already talked to my parents, and they've assured me of their safety and wished me a great first day.  I got about my day, longest day ever and return to my room after class.  I try to call my parents, no response.  A few minutes later, they called me back.    Told me the power was out.  Light street flooding.  They ask about my first day, and I tell them.  Somewhere in the middle of my story, the phone cuts out.  I try and try to recall them.  The phone lines are all busy.  As  I watch the  Ohio trees pass me by,  I realize that is when the phone lines died.  Could no longer call 504 numbers from a 504 number.   That explains why my uncle, who lives in  California, called me the next morning and let me know that my parents had to leave the house because the water came back up.  Which to this day,  I do not understand.

 The days that followed, I found myself glued to the tv. The news stations, which I never watch, hoping to catch a glimpse of my parents.  All I'd do is watch tv and cry.  I haven't heard from them since the day the phones lines died, and while my aunt told me to keep my head up and pray and know they are okay, I just couldn't manage to do that. I had good reason too.