The Quickie Chronicles - .....!

"So how was everything, guys? Did you all save room for dessert, or are you ready for the check?" The waitress was so polite and pleasant, but the thoughts running through the minds of my date and I were far from pure and appropriate. Midway through our date, our conversation transitioned from current living conditions to Kamasutra positions. From how long has it been to how long is it, again? From asking about parents to memories of calling me "Papi." Needless to say, we'd saved room for dessert, but it was going to be an off the menu item tonight. I promptly asked for the check, paid, and my date and I made our way to the parking garage. Although we were in separate cars, we were on the same page, and agreed to meet back at my place.

When she entered my condo, I allowed her to put her things down, and then I attacked. I reached for the bottom of her sun-dress, and swiftly lifted it over her head. She stood there breathing heavily with anticipation, while I traced her panty line with my index finger. Just before she closed her eyes, I swept her off her feet, as she wrapped her legs around my waist. Consumed with passionate kissing and nibbling, I pressed her up against the wall, rubbed along her inner thigh, and ripped her lust-soaked panties from her body. She licked and chewed on my bottom lip, as the aggression turned her on. Taking a second to stare deeply into her eyes, I brought the drenched panties up to our lips, and we both sucked the sweetness from the seams.
Pushing away from the wall, she threw the torn panties to the floor, and resumed biting on my neck, as we moved towards the bedroom. Once inside, I threw her down on the bed, and ordered her not to move. I stepped into the bathroom, turned the shower on, to let the fog rest along the glass walls. Meanwhile, she was three-fingers deep inside herself: one in her mouth, and two between her lips. I approached and knelt down in front of the bed, and with her legs and lips spread wide, I invaded her privacy. Moving left to right, up and down, and back and forth, my tongue used her clit like a punching bag. As her freshly manicured claws dug into my neck, and the steam rolled out of the shower, I scooped her up, and walked into the bathroom.

Putting her down to open the shower door, she undid the buckles on her sandles, and unsnapped her bra. With the shower door now open, she grabbed my hand and led me inside. I pinned her up against the back shower wall, stretching her hands above her head, and began kissing on her neck and shoulders. I used my tongue to outline the tattoo on her right shoulder blade, and then bit down right above it. The warm water and steam hitting our skin increased the sensation, causing her to tremble with excitement. As I kissed behind her earlobe, I whispered in her ear, "Tell me that you want it..." Before she could utter a response, I'd lifted her right leg, and slid inside of her. A fist pound against the shower wall, and a long hisssss, let me know that she was on cloud nine. Her initial contractions held me in a vice grip, as I continued to bite on her shoulder.
I began to massage her breasts, paying special to her barbell nipple piercings. Following another violent tremble, she pushed me away, turned around, and took me in her hands. She pulled and squeezed my ego, as I continued grow harder in her hands. She leaned over, and licked the tip, while gently grazing the head with her front teeth. My calf muscles tightened, as I stood on my tippy toes, trying to keep my composure. As she bobbed back and forth, I ran my fingers through her natural hair, making sure to massage her scalp. Sensing the increase in intensity, she stopped, and told me to go back into the bedroom. With our bodies still dripping wet, I sat on the edge of the bed, and waited for her to join me.

Once in the bedroom, she pushed me backwards, and bent over in front of me. Apparently, this Cowgirl liked to ride in reverse. With a firm grasp of her ankles, she cautiously lowered herself on top of me, until her abs tightened from the insertion. Slowly rising and falling, she moved rhythmically to match the inflation patterns of her lungs. Releasing her ankles, she began to run her fingers through her hair, as both her breathing and bouncing pattern increased. She bounced and bucked in the saddle, screaming out wishes worthy of a Sunday-morning sermon. A blessing in disguise was slowly showing itself, as her orgasm was imminent. With an unexpected tremble, she grabbed her breasts, as her soul began to drip down my shaft. Although her ride was over, there were many miles left in the journey. I helped her onto the bed, but I made sure she was on all fours. 
With her face down, I positioned myself behind her, and started to enjoy dessert.
Her back immediately arched itself, as I sucked and licked all the heavy syrup from her warm peach cobbler. Despite her college coursework in Spanish, her vagina was ill-prepared for the bi-lingual assault she encountered. In the midst of her moans and squirms, she got an occasional "Papi" into the mix, as her essence was being applied to my facial hair. Just before her 3rd orgasm, I stood up and slid inside of her. She responded with a ferocious growl that was muffled by the pillows on my bed. As I pumped and pushed the limits of her fun-sized frame, she begged for clarification, asking, "What [pause] are [pause] you [pause] doing [pause] to [pause] mmmmeeee?!?" I stepped back, flipped her over, pulled her to the edge of the bed, put her legs straight into the air, and plunged back inside. I slyly responded, "Anything I want to...."

With her knees to her nipples, and her feet pressed against my chest, I managed my way deeply inside of her. Switching between fast and slow stroking, the mattress was forced out of position within the bed frame. For a quick breather, I leaned all the way in, basically positioned right in front of her face. I softly kissed her lips, and with a few quick jerks of my hips, threw her into her 4th orgasm. She locked her hands behind my head, forcing me to continue driving deeper and deeper inside of her. The look in her eyes was possessed, as she commanded me to cum for her. She began to clinch tighter and tighter around me, until a geyser of greatness erupted between us. Pulling back, I helped her to stretch her legs out, allowing her to catch her breath. She mistakenly turned over and laid on her stomach.....which I quickly took advantage of. I crawled up behind her, and slid inside of her again. 
With my heavy breathing on her neck, and the low rumble of my voice in her right ear, she couldn't help but wet my sheets. I licked and kissed the back of her neck from left to right, being sure to massage the opposing shoulder as I moved. Still pressed inside of her, I spoke sweet nothings in her ear, that translated to strong somethings from her mouth. She was in a daze, as the pressure began to mount within her body. I turned her face sideways to meet mine, and asked, "So how was everything? Did you save room for dessert, or are you ready for the check?" Then, I pulled up and forcefully slammed back into her. The look on her face said it all, ".....!"

The Quickie Chronicles - Punishment

As I sit on the bed deeply enthralled in Netflix, he storms in.  The angry behind his eyes let's me know that I've done something wrong, I've been really bad.  Instead of even trying to plead my case, I prepare for my punishment.  Accept it like a good girl.  I got on all fours and wait for his rough, firm, and hard hand.

He surprises me by grabbing my ankles and tying them together with a scarf and then tying that scarf to the footboard.  He tells me I've been bad; and, I say that I'm only bad for him.  He demands that I confess all of my sexual exploits, every nastily freaking thing I've ever done.  He knows my baggage, I laid it out for him before.  I don't understand what's going on.

He handcuffs my hands to the headboard and reties my feet separately.  He sits between my legs and says he's going to torture the answers out of me.  I don't know what that means.

He gets up and strips.  My body responds and struggles to get free to touch him, lick him, feel him inside me.  I thrash about wildly on the bed trying to loosen something up.  Nothing works.  This is true torture.

He sits back between my legs.  He trails the tip of his penis against my clit to the opening of my wetness, back and forth.  It drives me insane.  I wish I had control of my body so that I could control his.  With the ability to slightly angle my hips I could slip him in, get what I want, but my restraints prevent it.

 "Beg for it." he says.  I beg and plead and do everything but get on my knees, because I can't.  He just laughs.  He straddles my neck with his thighs, and I struggle to get him in my mouth.  Once I manage to get him in and create a rhythm, he moves and takes control.  He starts slow stroking my throat.  He controls the speed and the deepness and all I can do is lay there.  Keep my mouth wet.  Move my tongue about when I feel it's safe.  When he cums, he shoves his dick as far down my throat as possible.  I choke and gag.

 "Oh, you like to have your breathing restricted, huh ?" he asks as he takes his dick out my mouth, returning between my legs.  I shake my head violently, no.  He leans over and bites me ear, my neck, my nipples.  He enters me unexpectedly, roughly, stroking forcefully, in and out, quickly.  I moan and stretch my legs, wish I could wrap my legs around him and truly match ever thrust.  He kisses me deeply then wraps his hands around my neck.  My arms are still bound so I can't fight back.  I feel weak and vulnerable.  I lose all of my power.  A heat rides through me like I've never felt before, my legs start shaking and my back protests to arch.  That one tear falls out my eyes as he looks down on me still stroking, hands still around my neck.  I want to scream as I cum but I can't, and once I've came I just lay on the bed lifelessly.

He lets go of my neck.  I gasp for air.  He unties me.  I sit up in the bed with an evil smirk.

I'm gonna punish the shit out of him as soon as I get some water...

The Quickie Chronicles - Signed

Like I said before, Stevie backwards. Part one and two.

I walk out the bathroom to see my worse fear come true.  Derrick and Jason.  Face to face.  Chatting it up like they are the best of friends.

 "Oh, there goes my girl now... " Jason says pointing to me.  You should have seen the look on Derrick's face and the bright shade of red I turned.

....

Let me not get ahead of myself.

Surely, my Facebook relationship status changed that night, simply to in a relationship.  Niggas ain't need to know who, and I sure didn't want a particular individual finding out.  But that's just a problem that social media causes.  I don't need to be your FB friend, follow you on Twitter and IG...

Let me not get besides myself.

Two days after the change in relationship status, I run into Derrick on my way to work.  We cut straight to the chase.

"So we can't, you know," he asked, looking at the back of his truck.  I simply shook my head no.   "Do I know him?"  All I could do was look at him.  I don't know what he took my silence for.  He then proceed to ask me a list of different things we could and couldn't do anymore.  Hugging, kissing, booty rubs, nibbles on the back of my neck that trail down to my shoulder blade...

"That was the last time that can ever happen," I say, sliding my dress down and slipping out the back of his truck.  Granted, I saw him again the next day.

....

Fast forward to the end of the week.  I just got off of work and all I want is a nap before any further fuckery occurs.  I wake up to a text from Jason that says, "get dressed. we're going to a party. be ready in an hour." Sent 30 minutes ago.

I spring out of bed, take a quick shower and brush my teeth.  15 minutes gone.  I spend the next 5 minutes standing in my closet trying to figure out what to wear.  Low cut sundress and sandals.  And to save myself the drama of having to detangle my hair, I tie a scarf on that shit too.

The party was in some hole in the wall.  The music and people were ratchet and the drinks were cheap so I didn't care.

[Replay the beginning]

I walk out the bathroom to see my worse fear come true.  Derrick and Jason.  Face to face.  Chatting it up like they are the best of friends.

 "Oh, there goes my girl now... " Jason says pointing to me.  You should have seen the look on Derrick's face and the bright shade of red I turned.

 "That's your girl?" Derrick asks like he's about to flip his shit.

 "Yea," I say as I stand beside Jason, taking his hand.

 "Yall know each other?"

Before Derrick gets a chance to respond I slide in with, "the city's small enough."  I began to chuckle and try to pull Jason away.

 "Before you go, I got one question." Derrick said.  Jason and I spun around not knowing which of us he was going to ask a question.   "Who was better?"  My jaw hit the ground.  I spun around and started walking away.

 "Huh?"  That's all I could say.  Jason pulled me back "no, answer the question", he said.  All I could say was...

 "Like I said before, huh?"  I mean what were truly my options here. Bruise one ego?  Bruise them both? Don't say shit?  I'll take the latter for 600 Alex.

 "You don't remember.  What if I help refresh your memory?"  Derrick whispered into one ear.  Jason was breathing heavily in the other and told us to follow him.

We end up in the store room, surrounded by bottles of Ciroc and Henn.  I look at them like why am I here and a little bit of this ain't even about to happen.  Jason is standing behind me and puts his hands on my hips.  Derrick kneels in front of me.

 "You first, " Jason says from behind me.  Derrick lifts my dress into Jason's hands.  He slides my underwear down my legs and off my feet.  He places my left foot on his shoulder before he uses his fingers to spread me open to make room for his tongue.  I lean back on Jason as my body is filled with waves of pleasure.  I tilt my head back and nibble at his ear.  My hand finds its way to the growing bulge in his pants and works swiftly to set it free.

"Guess we have a winner, " Jason says, breaking the silence.  I drop his penis from my hands and start rubbing my nipples.   "Why'd you stop?" he asked.

 "Didn't want you thinking you'd won anything yet.  You were just the closest."  Jason takes my dress off and replaces my hands with his on my nipples.  Plucking them gently, he raises each of them and brings them to his mouth.  He tugs lightly on the bar through each of them with his teeth. The stimulation of my piercings causes my nipples to throb violently as coat Derrick's face like a Krispy Kreme doughnut.  Derrick places my foot and I turn and face Jason.

 "This is a competition, right?  Your turn." I say, finally enjoying our storage room adventure.  Jason lays on the floor and directs me to sit on his face.  I straddle his chest but instead of going for the obvious 69, I reach for Derrick's pants, who is still kneeling on the floor.  As Jason's tongue reactivates my faucet, I take Derrick into my mouth.  In an effort to not neglect Jason, I continue massaging him with my hands.  Stroking them both at the same rhythm, I try to maintain my speed as Jason's tongue causes me to begin my shaking fit.  Derrick's dick is blocking my ability to scream, so I sucked him harder.  Graze my tongue along the bottom of his penis.  Suck violently on the tip.  My aggression is transferred to my hands.  I tug at Jason's cock with less grace, squeezing it tighter as my hands get closer to the tip.  Just as my shaking fit is about to move up from the base of my spine through the rest of my body, I feel Derrick's dick shift and stiffen in my mouth.  We both release and I fall face forward to Jason's peen.  I finish him off with two slurps.

 "So who won?"  Jason asks as we are getting our clothing back in order.  Derrick clears his throat as if I'm about to give him a trophy.

 "I did."  I reply with a smirk on my face just as I walk out of the storeroom.

Adventures of a College Educated Misfit part 22

Girl code.

This unspoken oath between [best] friends that you aren't able to be with each others ex's.

So I'm not sure where this came from, who invented it, or why I know about it, but I do. And so far I have done good. But now things have changed. I'm at a cross roads.

So lets start at the beginning. I have a friend. We are pretty close. She's the type who has hella niggas in her phone. A guy that's supposedly hers and one that she still in love with and wants back. She also has a male best friend that she used to date and supposedly still has feelings for---which I find out after the fact.

Anyway. This friend and I have shared guys sexually before. And it's never been an issue. The guys, except one, has always been guys SHE was talkin to so clearly she didn't care.

So long story short, the best friend and I end up having sex. Then he ends up staying over. For days. In my apartment with me. Not her. And recently brought all his stuff to my room. We talk alot and just kick it and at this point we have both acknowledged we have feelings for the other. But I know that according to girl code I can't do shit about it. But just to double check, I ask her about it--this is when I learn that she has feelings---and I tell him and he says he already told her he ain't going there with her again.

So my question is wtf do I do. I mean if you ask me she is being selfish. She has hella guys. Is in love with one that she wanna marry, buuuut she tryna hold on to one that has feelings for me? Does that seem fair??

No it doesn't.

But it's like what can I do about it. Since I've had the conversation with her and then him again he has still be chillin in MY room. Not hers. He has told me again that he has feelings for me. We stil having sex.

I really wanna see if this can be something but do I really wanna risk my two year friendship for a guy?

Do I talk to her again and express my feelings about the situation or do I just leave it alone?

Do I just continue the sex and enjoy the time I have and then when he leaves forget about it??

Honestly that's not what I wanna do. I'm conflicted. I have always been the loyal type. To people I'm in a relationship with and to friends. But what about my feelings and what I need?

Does this make her a bad friend for keeping me away from something that could b something amazing for me. Or does it make me a bad friend for thinking that I could go that route with him??

I'm not sure.

So my other question is, does girl code really exist? Should it exist? Is there guy code? When is it okay to say fuck girl code and do something that has the potential to be the best thing ever for you?

Should I secretly continue to talk to him and then if I fall in love tell her how I feel. Or should I just let her know I'm gonna talk to him now?

I just don't know.

Any answers??

Sorry for the rant folks. Just some shit that's been on my chest

The Quickie Chronicles - 3 Bands

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The Quickie Chronicles - Happy Hour

Two strangers in a bar.  

Friday.  

Happy hour.  

It's packed.  

The guy's had really shitty day. He sits at the end of the bar next to a wall.  

The woman sitting next to him tries to cheer him up.  

Words don't work.  

She tells him to close his eyes. 

She takes his hand and leads it up her leg.  

Guiding it to her inner thigh. 

To her panties. 

Pulls them aside. 

To her clit, to her hole. 

She leaves his hand alone as he continues to wander inside her. 

She kicks off a shoe and trails her toes up his leg, his inseam, to his crotch. 

She begins to feel him stiffen beneath his zipper. 

With her foot positioned on his lap to block others view, she pulls him out and begins stroking him. 

When no one is paying attention, she dips her head down to take him in her mouth. 

Warm spit trailing down his dick. 

Gentle nibbles on the tip. 

She feels him getting harder in her mouth. 

She takes him out her mouth and stands up. 

She slides onto his lap. 

Pretending to give him a lap dance. 

She rides him with all her strength. 

She spins around and puts her legs on his shoulders. 

He grabs her ankles as she leans backwards to grab his. 

Riding the whole while. 

They fuck while everyone else in the bar remains oblivious to the fact.

Angry Poem

Stumbled across this on FB. I have no clue why i wrote it...



"baby you understand me now. And sometimes you see that I'm mad..."
Hmph. If mad were the right way to describe how I'm feeling maybe I wouldn't be standing here with this
gun at my side
Blood on my hands
Tears in my eyes
Your lifeless body before me. Her still breathing. Looking like a porcelain doll with a perfect hole in her side.
Through my fury I look down at your face and thought of how
"you taught me precious secrets of a true love withholding nothing..."
Withholding nothing besides
that bitch named Sandra
Y'all kid
And years of lies.
Her coughs bring me back. She tries to get up. I grab my gun. Fire off two shots.
One, two.
"and the noise will bring the boys in blue. Lord have mercy what did I do? "
POW

Adventures of a College Educated Misfit Part 21

A rant on apologies

So I'm a firm believer in dont say something you not feeling. don't say you love me when you know you don't and don't say sorry if you don't mean that shit. Don't say I'm sorry and then do the same shit you told me sorry for like two weeks later. It don't mean shit no more.

Sorry means I know what I did was wrong and I won't do it again. According to merriam-Webster an apology is an admission of an error or discourtesy accompanied with regret. So if ya ass is apologizing---regretting---why the fuck you do it again?

Mean what you say and say what you mean! It's really simple. Don't say sorry to make me feel better caus when you do it again imma say something about it and be even more mad. I don't play that shit. So get ya life in order.

Okayyyyy that's all folks!

The Quickie Chronicles - Sealed

Yup, this is part 2 to Delivered.  I'm doing Stevie backwards.

I feel like a bad person...

Since that day, Derrick has managed to have a delivery near my house, everyday, around the same time.  So much for my working out.  Well, I guess having wild sex on top of boxes in the back of a UPS truck will burn some calories.

Tonight, I was having a date with Jason.  It will be the first time I've seen him since the whole fucking my ex fuck buddy in the back of his work car shit started up.  I worry too much.  I wonder if I smell like Derrick, if I have marks on me from him, if I'll seem different.  Anyway, supposedly we're having a movie night by him.  I'm thinking popcorn and something scary so I get all touchy.  I hope no bootleg man has a copy of Temptation yet.  I'm not in the mood for the amounts of guilt that movie would make me feel.

When I get to Jason's place, it smells absolutely fucking delicious.  Apparently movie night means I get a home cooked meal too.  I feel all special and, of course, guilty.  We sit on the couch and get ready for the movie.  He knows I'm nothing but a child at heart so we watch Wreck it Ralph.  Now, it is not my first time seeing this movie, but you hear no complaints from me.  This is slowly becoming one of my favorite movies.  I even tear up a little at the end.

 "Yo, you need some Kleenex?" he asks, mocking my tears.

 "Naw, I'm good," I say wiping them on my sleeve.  "Stop making fun of me.  I'm emotional."

 "My poor baby" he says as he puts his arm around me.  You know where the story goes from there.

I rest my head on his chest and keep thinking to myself don't look into his eyes.  We all know what happens if you look in his eyes, or maybe this is just something that happens to me.  He starts teasing me again, making small jokes and inappropriate pokes with his fingers.  I finally look up laughing.  His eyes meet mine. Our gaze lingers for a few seconds.  Then, POW, making out 101.

His kisses cause me to rise to my knees and straddle him.  I trail my hand down his chest and begin to pull at his shirt.  I glide it over his head and arms effortlessly.  We take pause between kisses to remove each others clothes.  My shirt and bra.  We kick off our shoes.  Pants, underwear, everything.  It was the first time we were completely nude in front of each other, and we took a moment to enjoy the view.  The kissing resumed.  Each breathe more and more passionate.  He pulled me closer to him; his hand cradling the back of my neck.  I moaned breathlessly beneath each kiss.  I felt flustered and red and hot.

I eased off his lap and pulled him to the floor with me.  I wrapped my legs around his waist and looked into his eyes.  He pulled away and got up.  Welp.  Oh, shit fucked that up.  He walked out the room and left me on the floor naked.

I sit on the floor, mouth wide open, trying to plot my exit.  He returns to the room, condoms in hand.  I laugh at my frantic feelings.  I feel a little stupid and think about the mistakes that could have been made...  He returns between my legs and engages my core.  I sit there, legs wrapped around him. lounging with my arms holding me up, head facing behind me watching the couch pillows approach and fall away from my face as I jerk and moan.  Eventually, my arms give up and I collapse on the floor.  He unwraps my legs from around him and carries them with him to my face.  I reach up to grab his face and continue kissing.

My little afternoon delights with Derrick don't have shit on this.  They feel heated and exciting because we're in the back of the truck.  Not saying that it isn't good beyond those reasons but I normally don't feel like a fireball is growing inside me.  I can't see flashes of light even when my eyes are closed.  I don't lose sense of time, space, where my body ends and his begins.  But Jason is making me feel all of this and more.

We lay on the floor panting and spent.  My mind wonders to when we can do this again but my body tells me to not even consider the notion.

He props himself up on one arm, looks down at me and says, "might as well change your Facebook status.  We just sealed the deal."

I laugh with my eyes closed so that my eyes don't tell how I really feel....