The Quickie Chronicles: Safe Words

This slid into my inbox a while ago....

My Mom had my daughter for the weekend, and my homegirl Tasha made the trip with me. The Whoreible Decisions live show was in Chicago, and a bitch was ready for some fuck shit. Before heading to the show, I told Tasha I had one goal: I was trying to get some bomb, detrimental-to-my-health dick, no matter what.

I was looking for the type of dick that makes you nervous when you see it for the first time. The kind of dick that leaves you with the hiccups.

Jamar, the whole snack sharing an armrest Tasha, kept making eye contact with me throughout the show, and I definitely eye-fucked him right back. He asked what we had planned for after the show, and I invited him to meet us at the bar in our hotel.

The three of us sat and drank for almost two hours. We talked mostly about freaky shit, including anal and rough sex. I joked about how I’d never needed safe words, and Jamar just smiled. He smugly asked if I liked vanilla ice cream.

Feeling myself, I asked Jamar what it'd take for me to get him naked, and he said an open mind and Tasha as a witness. I figured she'd pass out before I actually fucked him, so I gave him my room key, and told him to give us a 25-minute head start.

We got back to the room, and I took a wet towel to all the important parts. In only my bathrobe and slippers, I spent a few minutes looking at IG stories with Tasha, while also talking about how fun the weekend had been. Tasha told me that she had eaten half of an edible, and that she'd probably be out before Jamar showed up. 

Jamar knocked on the door, and then used my key to enter the room. I pulled him onto my bed, and he laid me on my back. He undid my robe, kissed me from my ankles to my knees,  and then along the inside of my thighs. Chills ran up my body, as his tongue slowly traveled from South to North inside my honeypot. I told him that I wanted him inside of me, and the kissing abruptly stopped.

When he dropped his pants, I was in awe. The print in his Calvin Klein’s was beautiful, and when he slid his underwear down, his dick came out in sections. I think I pee’d a little bit when I saw it. Jamar reached into his pants for a poncho and some lube, wrapped and greased that gas pump up, and told me to turn over.

I climbed up onto my knees, and did my best to relax. Without warning, he slapped his dick against my lower back, and it made me nervous. He spread my ass cheeks wide open, and let the tip press against my asshole. He said something under his breath, but before I could respond, his dick was on the move.

I don’t know how much of his dick got in, but it was more than enough. His stroke was so slow and smooth, but it felt like his dick was punching me in the heart. I held on as long as I could, but he made me tap out.

Look, I wasn’t trying to be swollen, so I decided to just give him head. I tried so hard to control my gag reflex, but Jamar was all in my windpipe. I was lightheaded, and running out of spit, but I had him squirming. He was fucking the shit out of my face, and I knew he’d have to cum soon. When he finally did, I swallowed it all, but then threw up on the floor.

Sticks and stones do break bones, but words can also get you fucked up.

- Lolo

The Quickie Chronicles: M.A.S.H.

1. Don't ask if this situationship can extend beyond the weekend.
2. Don't be afraid to "shoot your shot."
3. Have a Plan B, figuratively and literally.
4. A walk down memory lane could be worth the reality check at the end of the street.

The party on the second night of our High School Reunion had the same energy and excuse from the night before: if we keep drinking, we can blame everything on being drunk. With the grace and balance of a baby giraffe, I spent most of the party walking like Ronald, Hot Boy Ronald. As I dipped around the room, I stumbled upon a few of my classmates, who seemed to be shuffling pages amongst themselves. Robin and the folks at her table were playing M.A.S.H., and I figured I'd give it a try:

As luck would have it, Robin noticed her name on the page, and thought it was "kinda cute." I used that to my advantage, and suggested that she allow me to make her breakfast after the party ended. She got a good laugh out of my proposition, but opened Google maps on her phone and told me to type in my address.

Back at my apartment, and after realizing I hadn't made groceries, I broke the news to Robin about the breakfast. That didn't seem to bother her, as she walked into the kitchen, and gave me a kiss on the lips. Like me, she was still somewhat intoxicated, and on a "reckless reunion weekend" wave. I clumsily lifted her onto the countertop, and began to kiss her. Doing my best not to fall, Robin and I awkwardly made out, while also trying to remove / reposition articles of clothing. I paused for the cause, helped her back onto her feet, and began to undress.

Robin followed my lead, slowly worked her way out of her dress, and excused herself to freshen up a little. You know? She kinda reminds me of the girl who is a Lawyer / Issa Rae's friend on Insecure. Similar build, skin-tone, but Robin and I could've had the same barber. No worries, because that wasn't the only thing freshly shaved on her body....

Completely naked, we resumed kissing, and once the room stopped spinning, I led her into my bedroom. With me sitting on my legs and feet, Robin gently squatted over my lap, with her back against my chest. I grabbed onto her breasts, as she slowly bounced up and down. My eyes struggled to focus on our reflection in the mirror on my dresser. Drunk sex kinda feels like making love, right? Robin then let her legs and feet fall to her side and leaned forward, allowing me to move up behind her.

Still facing the mirror, I spread her cheeks, and licked the rim of her asshole. She moaned a little, but then propped herself up on her elbows. With my hand on her thighs, I plunged my face and tongue into her ass. Robin began to firmly throw her ass back, letting my tongue poke inside of her. Her ass jiggled each time it collided with my nose and beard. Robin let out a few soft whimpers, as her thrusting slowed down. I raised back up, lifted my di*k towards her kitty, and slide inside.

With each pump and thrust, Robin's earrings and breasts swung back and forth. I could feel myself getting ready to cum, but with her in this position, pulling out was not an option. With a death grip on her waist, i came, but kept working her until her arms gave out, and she slumped face-first into the bed.

Ass in the air, and kitty drooling, I rolled Robin onto her slide, as she blankly stared into my eyes. Her blinking slowed, and she eventually dozed-off. I grabbed the neared blanket, and curled up right next to her. The third and final day / activity of our reunion was only a few hours away....

The Quickie Chronicles: Lagniappe

We'd gotten way past pleasantries. There was no need to review the backstory, nor was there a need to finesse things. She was my Ex, and whenever either one of us texted the word "Lagniappe," we knew what to do....

I walked into the kitchen of her art studio, and found her standing in front of an oven. When the timer "beeped, " she removed a Pyrex dish, and placed it on top of the stove. She handed me a tasting spoon, and together, we stood and partook in cannabis-infused blackened shrimp and grits. After eating in complete silence, we waited....

My sweats shifted, as the size of my manhood started to increase. Taking note of my growing erection, she covered what was left of the food, and walked into her work room. In there, I found her bent over against the wall, naked from the waist down. I sat on a nearby stool, adjusted it for my height, and rolled over to her. I gripped her like a bowling ball; middle and ring fingers in her juice box, my thumb in her ass. Her knees buckled a little, as I moved my wrist counterclockwise, trying to warm her up. When the wetness from her box was sufficient, I stuck my tongue inside of it.

I licked the outer edges of her kitty, dipping in on occasion to strike her clit. Using my beard to tease her, I licked and sucked her, until she started to throb. When her moaning grew soft, I focused solely on her clit, my tongue punching that button like it was a video game controller. Simultaneously, I re-inserted my middle and ring fingers, giving her the best of both worlds. As she started to slide down the wall, knees obviously getting weak, I licked up towards her ass.

I swirled my tongue around her asshole, her fist now beating against the wall. I rolled my tongue into her ass, wagging it just the way she likes it. She moved back and forth, letting my tongue bang in and out her ass. As her bouncing got harder and faster, it signaled to me that she was likely about to cum. Before she could, I exited, and pulled her back into my lap. Meat sitting nice and snug inside of her. She got maybe a bounce and a half in before she yelled out with pleasure, accompanied by muscle contractions. With me still inside of her, she composed herself, and then tapped me on my right thigh. It was her turn....

As I readjusted the stool and swished a little liquor around my mouth, she took off her glasses, and put her hair in a ponytail. I kicked off my slides, took off my hoodie, and pulled down my sweats, my manhood dangling between my thighs. She sat down, rolled over to me, lifted it with her right hand, and began to slap it against her tongue. After a few slaps, I was fully erect, pulsating and ready for her.

She opened her mouth wide and shook her head, taking in as much of me as she could. Sloppily, she slathered spit across the full length of my shaft, letting her tongue flutter underneath the head. She gulped, and began to suck and bop back and forth, using both hands to twist throughout. Mouth opened wide again, I grabbed the back of her head, and started to destroy her throat. Her eyes watered as she gagged and gasped for air. Thrust after thrust, she spit and gagged, her nose now starting to run. I slowed down, a little, allowing her to go back to sucking it like she should.

She pulled it out, and let it rest in the middle of her face; starting between her eyebrows and hanging below her chin. She looked me in my eyes, and let it slide back down her face, and into her mouth. Dripping with spit, she bobbed and sucked and gagged, doing all that she could to make me cum. I placed a hand behind her head, and pushed and pushed until I heard her gurgling what I'd just shot down her throat.

While she wiped her eyes, nose and face, I leaned over and gave her a forehead kiss. She slapped me on my chest, as a reminder that this was not a time for affection. My feelings back in-check, I picked her up, and as she wrapped her legs around me, I slid myself back inside of her. She gasped, and then bit my left earlobe. I bounced her up and down, as we both fought off the urge to kiss. With each pump, we grunted in unison. This was our position. This is what we used to cum at the same time. This was that "thing" that we unknowingly had saved exclusively for each other. With her staring into my eyes, I continued to lift and lower her onto that thang. 4min later, her arm's grip around my neck got tighter, and her legs started to loosen. 10sec after that, the harmonious orgasms we were waiting for arrived.

I carried her back over to the stool, and sat her down. After she freshened up and used the restroom, I followed suit, and then got dressed. Still reeling from the shrimp and grits, she and I leaned up against the studio door, still not having said a word the entire evening. She reached out to hold my hand, and our fingers briefly interlocked. That was as close as we'd ever be, again. No backstory. No pleasantries. Just "a little something extra."

The Quickie Chronicles: Physical Therapy

Almost a year ago, I had an accident while skiing in Colorado. As a result of my carelessness, I needed surgery, and subsequently, physical therapy. In case you're wondering, no, you should not try to ski after eating an edible.

"No amount of insurance can protect you from yourself." - Rosalia M., CMPT

I had in-home PT twice a week, for nearly two months. Some sessions were easier than others, but it was always a pleasure being with Rosalia. After the first few weeks, it started to feel like there could be something between us. In addition to the therapy, she and I would talk about sports, movies and occasionally our lack of a love life; I, happily divorced. She, a casual dater.

During one of my final sessions, and in the midst of a "how-to" lecture on Bumble, Rosalia asked if I'd been experiencing any limitations from the accident. I reiterated some strength and range of motion concerns, but she shook her head. "No, no, no. 'Limitations.'" I didn't quite understand what she meant, until I noticed she was pointing towards my lap.

Embarrassed, I admitted that I hadn't really been in a situation to find out what did or didn't work. Rosalia continued with the stretches, and explained how nerve damage can sometimes lead to erectile dysfunction. I just went along with the storytelling, but did jokingly ask her if she had some secrets I could use to "stay up."

She paused for a moment, in my opinion, to decide how she should respond to my question. After looking around the room, Rosalia tilted her head towards the chairs at my dining room table. I eased myself off of her portable table, and shuffled towards the dining room.

Not long after sitting down, Rosalia knelt in front of me, resting her face in my lap. While blowing warm air onto my basketball shorts, she began to run her mouth against "it," drawing the natural reaction. With a tent starting to form in my shorts, she wrapped her lips around the "lift," and started to hum. I don't know if it was the vibration from the humming or what, but whatever pain I was in, was gone. "Take off your clothes." Rosalia was used to giving instructions, and I happily followed them.

Once naked, my erection started to go away. A few flicks of her tongue, and some ball cupping was all it took for Rosalia to bring me back up. She sucked me for like 10 seconds, but then sat back up.

"#1. You have to remember not to focus on your pain. Stay focused on what's going on, not about what hurts on your body."

Rosalia was trying to talk to me, but at that moment, I was more focused on why she'd stopped the lip service. She went back in for a few more slurps. Spit cascading towards my thighs, things were getting sloppy, and I loved it. I could feel a buzzing coming from her mouth, just before she popped her lips, and released me.

"2. Understand that after a few minutes, you might start to lose focus, and possibly your erection. You can regain both by switching positions with your partner."

I must've given her thee most frustrated look ever, because she rose to her feet. Rosalia stepped out of her shoes, undid the knot on her scrubs, and began to pull them down. Now in her panties, Rosalia walked back towards her portable table. "Is this what you really wanted?"

Rosalia bent over against the table, and slid her panties off. I walked up, and lifted myself inside of her. With each push, the sounds coming from her body sounded like something from a Nickelodeon tv show. As I continued to pump, I could feel something vibrating.....kinda like when Rosalia was humming earlier.

I woke up sticky. I'd fallen asleep while using the TENS machine, and was having a wet dream. However, what was real was Rosalia's reaction to the erection nodding in my shorts. She looked at it, looked at me, looked back at it, looked at me, grabbed her backpack and left. An hour later, a very judgemental [male] colleague of hers came to get the portable table, but he left the machine.

Fu*k skiing.

The Quickie Chronicles: "Like a Good Neighbor...."

I usually handled any documents or policy updates via email or telephone, but for some odd reason, Ms. Sheryl, my State Farm Agent, wanted me to come into her office to discuss the Supplemental Life Insurance plan I was curious about. There was something different about this request, but I figured speaking with her, in person, wouldn't be an issue.

When I entered her office, instead of shaking my hand, she gave me one of those "Baptist Church Choir Member" hug and kiss combinations. "It's so nice to finally meet you, Mr. Francois. I hope this isn't too much of an inconvenience." After looking her up and down, there were no problems, at all.

Ms. Sheryl was a seemingly distinguished, "seasoned" Black woman. She kinda reminded me of the dark-skin Aunt Vivian, but with an overstated flirtatious vibe like Eartha Kitt and a shape like Nia Long. I had been in a bit of a drought, and there was something about her that had me intrigued. As she talked through my existing policy and coverages, I couldn't help but wonder what it'd be like. I envisioned being her Pool Boy, and I even considered what would happen if I worked at her agency. "I see someone needs help focusing." Ms. Sheryl must've caught be staring off into space, because she stood up, and moved from behind her desk.

Ms. Sheryl turned her computer screen around, and proceeded to sit next to me. As she leaned over to point at things on the screen, I still found myself thinking about everything except for what she was trying to show me. My thoughts got dirtier and nastier by the second, and unfortunately my body started to reveal the secrets of my mind. I was rock-hard, trying my best to hide the erection pressing against my thigh. It was all cool, until she noticed I kept shifting in my chair.

Ms. Sheryl glanced back towards me, looked down, and saw the world's worst kept secret. "Excuse me, Mr. Francois, but is there something going on?" I couldn't do anything besides apologize profusely, and avoid making eye contact with her. I was so embarrassed, not because I was turned on, but because she caught me.

Then it happened.....

I felt Ms. Sheryl's hand on my knee. However, this wasn't a consoling touch. She gently opened and closed her hand, rubbing my knee suggestively. "We can discuss the more 'pressing' matter, if you like, Mr. Francois." I ain't gone lie, I was bout it. I looked at her, and placed my hands on my zipper. I did it slowly, just in case I read way too much into her statement. "Ms. Sheryl, are you sure about this?" Instead of responding, she moved my hands, and finished unzipping my pants.

Dick now out in plain sight, Ms. Sheryl grabbed the lotion from her desk, applied an ample amount to her hands, and turned towards me. She put her right hand over the tip, left hand at the bottom of the shaft, and slowly began to work her hands towards each other. I slid down further into the chair, to make sure she had a good angle.

Once I was slick enough, Ms. Sheryl interlocked her hands and fingers, creating a makeshift pocket, and began to beat the dick up. I mean it felt like she was punching me, and it hurt so good. She then slowed it down, and stretched me up as high as she could, while firmly stroking me with the opposite hand. Every few seconds, she would pause and run her fingernails along the shaft, something that was fairly new / rare, to me. Once I started shifting and moving around more in the chair, Ms. Sheryl must've known she had me.

With both hands engaged, she began to beat and twist my dick, her forearms flexing with each stroke. She was moving so fast with it, and while it was tough, I wasn't going to complain, especially since I was moments away from a nut. Oh and when she switched back to that pocket thingy, it was a done deal! I clenched the arms of the chair, sat up and came all over her hands and my pants. Did she stop? Nope! While it was still throbbing, she pulled down on the shaft, exposing the small bumps underneath the head. She gently massaged them with her thumb, smiling the entire time.

Just as smoothly as she'd moved from behind her desk, she stood up and returned back to her original seat. Ms. Sheryl handed me a few Kleenex, and gave me a minute to compose myself. Once resituated, I sat awkwardly quiet, not really knowing what to say. Ms. Sheryl broke the silence. "I'll have my assistant email you the details of the Life Insurance policy. If you need help making a decision, or are interested in other services, come back and see me."

......I now have enough insurance to cover my Great-Great Grandkids.....

The Quickie Chronicles: Happy Hour Sushi

The sound of the shower provided both a sense of calm and anxiousness. I was uncertain of what would happen next, but I did know that we'd be doing it together. Something I've longed for since we reconnected. Something that would likely never happen again....

Thursdays had become my favorite day of the week. I'd leave work around 4pm, walk a few blocks over to the Hyatt Regency, and spend an hour or so at Vitascope Hall. A modern take on a seafood & sushi restaurant, Vitascope offered uppity Negroes a chance to flex their eccentric palets and tastes. For me, it was about half-priced drinks, $2 sushi rolls, and a woman named Kortnei.

Kortnei, a teenage crush of mine, was the Lead Accountant at the hotel, and would sometimes swing by the restaurant, before heading home. During each Happy Hour meet-up, I would comment on how much I enjoyed watching her walk away, and tell her that I'd be willing to leave a key for her at the front desk of my building, in case she didn't want to drive home after work. Kortnei would laugh off my advances, and remind me that any chance of her coming over would start with a respectful and serious invitation. Last Thursday, I finally decided to try it her way.

When Kortnei stopped by for her obligatory Super Crunch Roll (no avocado) and peach Pearl, tonic w/ lime, I already had it waiting for her. Impressed by my initiative, she gave me kudos for paying attention. Our conversation, that day, focused on dreams and aspirations, as opposed to how fine she'd gotten over the years. We conversed and drank for more than 4hrs, the longest time Kortnei had ever sat with me. Chewing on the straw of her 7th drink, she asked for the check, and told me she was ready to call it a night.
"Ko, I've enjoyed spending time with you. While I recognize it is getting late, I would really like the opportunity to extend our evening. Would you like to come to my place and watch a movie? I still know my Ex's Netflix password." She laughed and replied, "You were doing so well, and then you blew it."

"However, I think you should leave a key for me at the desk. 930 Poydras, right?"

45mins later, I got a call from the desk, confirming that I was indeed home, and expecting company. Excitedly, I told the attendant it was okay to send my guest upstairs.

The front door unlocked, and it was Kortnei. She put her purse on the island, looked around a little bit, and then asked if she could take a shower. I obliged, and apologized in advance for not having a shower cap, but did hand her some pajama pants and a t-shirt. Unfazed, she slid the bathroom door closed, and turned the water on. When she came out, I noticed the clothes I gave her were still folded, and that she was wearing my bathrobe, instead. We locked eyes, and she gave me the nod of approval.

I moved her towards the nearest wall, extended her arms above her head, and began kissing her. Passion unparalleled, the intensity of the kisses increased, as she lifted onto her tippy toes to get closer to me. I released her arms, and untied the bathrobe. As it dropped to the floor, she pushed away from the wall, and started walking towards the guest bedroom. Looking back over her shoulder, she asked, "Enjoying the view, huh?"

Kortnei had the body of a Track & Field athlete. 5'6, all legs, slim up-top, but an ass like no other. My eyes followed her tattooed body across the loft, until she entered the dimly-lit bedroom. I quickly undressed, and headed her way. Once inside the room, I laid her down, and with her legs suspended and spread wide, I pulled her to the edge of the bed.

Kortnei hissed, as her love clinched and released; insertion orgasm. As her body bounced to the rhythm of each stroke, she squeezed and rubbed her already hard nipples. As I sped up, she looked down towards the action, watching as each inch of me dug deeply inside of her. Her moans and hmmmms synced with the sound of the headboard hitting the wall. Her ankles shaking within my hands, I released her legs, and flipped her over.

She crawled onto the bed, and buried her face into the throw pillows. With ease, I slid back inside of her, her body jerking from another orgasm. I pressed my hands into the small of her back, and watched her ass jiggle with each pump. A few strokes in, her head emerged from the pillows, and she began to throw her ass back towards me. Sweat rolling down my chest, our bodies crashed against each other, almost violently. Warning her of my nearing climax, Kortnei shared that She. Wan. Ted. To. Ride. It. While. I. Came.

I backed out, and laid on the floor. Kortnei got up, and positioned herself over me. "OooOooO, shit," she exclaimed, carefully accepting me inch by inch. Her love flooded with satisfaction, as another orgasmic wave reached the shore. Kortnei bounced and rocked back and forth, biting her bottom lip with each lift & dip. Her constant moaning brought me closer and closer to the end. With my calves on fire and my toes curled, I looked directly into her eyes, as I let go inside of her.

Both needing to catch our breath, Kortnei dismounted, and I got up to retrieve warm washcloths. After freshening up, our naked bodies entangled on the bed, we let the moment soak in. Kortnei whispered in my ear, "I love it when we role play like this, but you're picking up the check, next week."

The Quickie Chronicles: Devil in a Blue Dress

My phone dinged, and there were a few Lyft pickup requests near Mardi Gras World. I scrolled through the options, selected Ashleigh, and made my way towards the Convention Center.

Ashleigh: "Devin? You're Devin, right? Yeah, this is a white Malibu. Devin!"
Me: "Ashleigh?"
Ashleigh: "Yes, and you're Devin!"

I ignored the fact that it would be a talkative ride to Mid-City, and the fact that Ashleigh was wearing a mask and a ball gown, because she was slim-fine.

Ashleigh: "C'mon, girl. This is our Lyft."

That's when I saw her. Caramel skin. Goldish-brown locs. Thicccc. And that dress. That blue dress....

Me: "So what'd you all get into, tonight?"
Unknown: "Not enough."
Ashleigh: "Girl, don't start. It was like a 'Mom Prom;' a Masquerade Ball. My two are with they Daddy, and her daughter is spending the weekend with Grandma."
Me: "Ahhh that’s what’s up.. Forgive me if I'm being too forward, but you both look really nice in your gowns."
Unknown: "Wait til you see what I'm not wearing."
Ashleigh: "Girl!"

By that point, Ashleigh had taken her mask off, and was speaking inaudibly to her friend. However, I could feel her friend’s eyes echoing the same thing her blue lips were saying.

Unknown: "So, Dev, we’re your last fare of the evening, correct?"
Me: "That wasn’t the plan, but I guess I can go offline a little early."
Ashleigh: "Welp, her she go."
Me: "Wait, I didn't catch your name...."
Unknown: "*Just call me 'Blue'"

As we pulled up to Ashleigh's house, I ended the ride, and subsequently turned my app off.

Blue: "Dev’s coming inside to smoke one."
Me: "Thanks for the invitation, but I'm not much of a smoker, really."
Blue: "I wasn't asking."
Me: “Oh okay.”
Ashleigh: "Bet. I'll go wash my wig, and then I'll meet y'all in the den."

*lighter flicks
Blue: "Dev, unzip this dress. I have to ship it back in the morning."

At this point, Blue was only wearing her mask, lipstick, and an anklet, as she laid sprawled out on the sofa. Smoke rolling out of her nose, she seemed to be plotting on me. I anxiously waited for Ashleigh to re-emerge, but...

Blue: “Dev, I’m going to suck your dick. After you cum in my mouth, you will eat my whole pussy and then fuck me from behind, until the back of my knees sweat. Understood?”

Blue sat up, took another hit and then put her locs into a high-bun. She kissed me passionately, blowing smoke into my mouth, before putting the blunt down. She had me to pull my joggers down, sizing me up. She smirked as if it’d be a challenge, and slowly took all of me into her mouth.
With each bob and gag, I could feel my soul being sucked out. Her blue lipstick, never once smudged, as spit dribbled down her mouth. She slowly grazed the veins with her teeth, towing the line between pain and pleasure.
My calves started to clench, as the heat rose up my thighs, each time Blue swirled her tongue around. I don’t even remember when I came, but I do know that some of the nut got on her mask.

Blue: “Rude. Start drinking more water.”
Me (panting): “Wait, what?”

Blue bent over onto the ottoman, and hit the blunt. Mask and all, her sapphire-studded clit piercings now visible.....

Blue: “You better eat it all, Dev.”

I licked my fingers, spread her lips, and dove into that thing. Top to bottom, left to right. In and out. Hit the clit with my snout! I damn near left eyelashes in that pussy. I was tonsils deep inside of her; slow, smooth circles, as my hands squeezed her ass cheeks for leverage.
With long licks, I drug against her sapphires; moans turned into growls.
Blue began to bounce it back against my face, all the while blowing like a Marley. As I started to suck her, her clinched her ass cheeks led to a squirt, and to a command.....

Blue: “Now put that dick in me.”

I stood up, got a firm grip of her shoulder blades, forcefully pushed deeply inside of her. Each thrust stronger than the one before it, Blue, chanting “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”

With her wrists now in my hands, I angled her towards the floor, making sure the sound of her pussy squashing and farting was unmistakable. Over and over, harder and harder, long and slow. Fast and deep....

Blue: “YES, DEV! LIKE THAT! WORK!”

In unison, we yelled in release. I pulled out and slumped onto the floor. Blue slid off the ottoman; her Caramel skin now more like creme brûlée. She ashed the blunt one final time, and quickly regained her composure. Finally unmasked and seemingly unbothered....

Blue: “Keep the mask. The Dev’s in the details.”

The Quickie Chronicles: Home Sweet Home

I've never been one to attend large, predominately African American events, but Bayou Classic is something else. Tradition. Beautiful Brown people from all over the country speed through turkey dinners and rounds of "21 Questions" about why you're not married yet, to escape to New Orleans for a fun-filled weekend. I'd put off attending the Classic for years, but now that I was in-town, sharing a hotel suite with my lil cousin and his best friend, I had to make the best of it.

Originally from the City, I assumed the event planner / tour guide role. I took them on Bourbon (mistake), we ate A LOT and of course, we partook in the Bayou Classic activities. While tailgating before the game, we struck up a conversation with some SU grads, who were out there simply to make bad decisions. Nairobi, freshly divorced and the ringleader of the Bad Decision Makers, invited us to a rooftop party, and promised it would be the best way to end the weekend.


Later that evening, my cousin, his friend and I walked over to the NOPSI Hotel, and rode the elevator to the top floor. Nairobi, a few drinks in, waved us over to the bar, and had the bartender pour-up shots of Casamigos. Shot after shot, we vibed to the DJ, as Nairobi and I sang off-key, and talked about how the City had changed since Katrina. As we inched towards the divide between "drunk" and "wasted," Nairobi kissed me on the cheek, and said she had something to show me. With my hand in hers, we stumbled away from the bar, and headed towards her room.


After entering Room #604, I could only think of two things: (1) There are clothes everywhere. I mean, damn, it's like they got dressed in a tornado. Why did they pack so many outfits? I just....(2) Oh wow!
Nairobi started to [clumsily] peel out of her denim jumpsuit, and as she staggered towards me, I stood in amazement of her figure; my shirt now somewhere on the floor amongst the rest of the clothes. Stepping over the 27 pieces of clothing on the floor, she said to me, "You might've had good pussy before, but this....this is the Motherland."

[Oh, because her name is Nairobi, and it's in Africa. That's pretty clever.]

I lifted Nairobi onto the desk, and slowly began kissing and licking on her neck. She reached back and undid her bra, as I kicked-off my loafers and stepped out of my jeans. With her legs wrapped around me, I picked her up, and laid her on the bed. I licked and bit her breasts, as she sucked her fingers. I kissed down her stomach, and ran my tongue across the tattoo along her waistline; "Curiosity often leads to trouble."


I pulled her panties to the side, and licked her lips, as if they were mine all along. Nairobi squirmed and gripped my hair, as I used my tongue to write out all of the things I wanted to do to her. She moaned for me to "take it," humming as my tongue danced between her thighs.Her humming grew louder as the flicking of my tongue got faster; she nearing her breaking point. With an arch in her back, she lifted her hips, shaking as the essence of the Motherland coated my mustache.


As she lay back, catching her breath, I went into my jeans to grab a condom. I found it, and as I rolled it on, I heard an all-too familiar sound. Nairobi, sideways panties and all, was snoring.....
Standing there, dick in-hand, I just shook my head. Struggling to keep my eyes from rolling around, I put on my clothes, grabbed my shoes and headed towards the door. I caught a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror, wearing disappointment and Nairobi all over my face.


Thank You, Bayou Classic. This is why I don't come home.

The Quickie Chronicles - Freedom 200

So, I received some feedback from the last one and apparently it wasn't as well received.  I was going to just revise it but then I came up with something different altogether.

After nearly 2 years at this job, my time is finally coming to an end.  I'm not going to go into the reasons why I no longer desire to waste any more time for this company; just know I'm DONE.

Now I have no concerns about leaving any of my friends behind; they're friends, I'll see them often.  I do wish to cross one thing, well person, off my list before I go.

For the past 2 years, I've seen him in passing enough, sparked small conversations at the coffee pot, but never anything too deep.  I'd like to think the time we spent together could be considered flirting, but what do I know.  All men let women touch their beards, right?

To start my last day on the job, I started the way I've started every other day, with coffee.  Jacob strolls his way to the coffee pot as I add the last of my creamers.  I look up and smile.

"A little birdy told me it was your last day", he said, grabbing a cup.

"That little birdy told you right", I said putting a lid on my cup.  "Time for me to fly free from the constraints of this job.  Focus on finishing school and starting my real career."

"Well, that awesome", he said in a tone I couldn't quite read.  "Are you doing anything to celebrate your departure?"

"Besides the typical cake I know will appear around lunch time?  No."

"Well, could I take you somewhere to celebrate", he asked with a sly smile on his face.  Hell the fuck yea!!

"Yes.  I think I could use a little bit of celebration", I said matching his smile and enthusiasm.  Before departing with our coffees, we exchanged numbers to better facilitate communication for our rendez-vous that evening.  Just as I was sitting at my desk, I got a text: What's your favorite drink?

CROWN!

Lol ok.  Maybe something else...think food as well.

TEQUILA! Margaritas! Queso!

You seem very excited.  Do you always scream your drink preferences?

YES! Lol

As the day went out, our texting continued with a stream of playful banter.  We planned to meet at a Mexican restaurant not to far from where we live (we happened to live in the same neighborhood) a few hours after work.

After saying a few meaningful (and a few fake) goodbyes, I skipped out the building for the last time and drove home a little faster than I should have.  Once I locked my door, I ran straight to my closet.  What the FUCK was I going to wear?  I decided on a short, yet appropriate dress and carried my ass to and through the shower.

I arrived at the restaurant about 10 minutes later than we planned; I had had too much fun having a dance party getting dressed.  And I may have had a shot of tequila or two.  I saw Jacob waiting for me at the bar, with a margarita waiting for me.  He stood up to hug me as I approached.  He smelt GOOD; so good, I felt a tingle right between my legs.

I sat down and the next 3 hours seem to speed past me.  We ate chips and cheese, and drank all the margaritas.  I was assured that all of our meetings at the coffee pot were indeed flirting which further encouraged my antics.  There were more arms grabs and lingering thigh touches than I could count, mostly from my end.  But, the restaurant was closing and I didn't want the night to end.  Before I opened my tequila wasted mouth, I did a quick inventory of what my place looked like; and, then blurted out, "you know, I have tequila at my house."

"Is that an invite to continue the night at your place?"  I got a little too bold and stroked his beard, nodded my head, and grabbed his hand to lead him out the restaurant.  He followed me home in his car.  Once he made it into my apartment, I played gracious hostess and offered him a drink.

I take a seat on the couch a comfortable distance away from.  We drink our drinks and make small talk.  I ask Jacob if he would like a refill, but he's still working on his.  I get up to refill my cup and on the way back to the sofa Jacob pulls me on my lap.  My drink wastes all over the top of my dress.  Jacob sits his cup on my side table and says, "I guess you won't be needing this dress any more."

He pulls my dress off my shoulders, to my navel.  He quickly unsnaps my bra and removes that as well.  I turn to face him, straddling him.  His tongue invites my breasts into his mouth.  I moan in reaction to the moist warmness.  I grab the back of his neck, angling his mouth to meet mine.  I hungrily kiss his lips, sucking his tongue.

"Do you know how long I've wanted this", Jacob asked between kisses.

"Almost as long as me", I say, as I take his hand and lead him to my bed.

Once theI sre, I push him down.  I begin unbuckling and removing his pants.  My hands wander in his boxers, eager to meet the bulge calling me.  I start by slowly stroking him.  I speed up my pace as I begin to swirl my tongue on his tip.  Gradually, I take more and more of him in my mouth, all the way in my throat.  I swallow him further, and further; as far as he'll go.  He grabs my hair and pulls me up, bringing my mouth back to his.  He rolls us over and eases two fingers into my warm wetness.  His kisses drown out my moans.  I reach down, grabbing him, working him with my hands.  I brush his hands away from me, and guide his hardness into me.  I hiss as he enters.  I pull him down to my mouth again as our bodies begin to melt into one; synchronized movements rising and falling into each other.

Abruptly, he sits up and flips me over.  He slides back into me, holding my hips.  His thrusts, nothing like they were before.  They become more aggressive, with more of a hunger behind them.  I push back into him with all of my might.  Finally, I just fall over.  I grab hold to the sheets, bracing for his continuous pounding.  I arch my back and moan loudly as I get closer to my peak.  He reaches one arm around to grab me by the throat.

"Don't you dare cum.  Not without me."  I find the strength to get back up and bounce my ass on him.  My moans get more breathy as I get closer and closer.  His hand, still around my neck, gets tighter and his thrusts harder...

SKEET. SKEET. BOOM. EVERYWHERE.
I'm tired of writing.

I should have given a better ending to the 200th post but...meh.

The Quickie Chronicles: Freedom

In these times, we can only dream of the other side...

COVID-19.  Two and a half months of my life spent inside, socially distancing myself from all forms of happiness.  I drowned myself in my studies, I had all the time in the world so why not.  When I emerged from quarantine, it was time to defend my dissertation.  AND DEFEND THAT BITCH I DID!!!

So, on the first night of freedom, I gathered all my closest friends to celebrate Ph.D bitch!  Perfectly scheduled on a Friday, I need the perfect place to go.  A small bar with a live DJ, always extra turnt and packed on a Friday.

I got there early.  Dressed in a short white dress with some obscene quote, to show off my quarantine body.  I had to do something besides eat, write and masturbate...

Anyway, my friends began showing up.  Everyone I invited.  Including, him.  Now he was a 5'10, fit, bearded man I work with and have had my eyes on since day one.  Of course, I usually don't eat where I shit, but since I plan on leaving the job soon I had plans to end my lockdown drought.

It began with a pregame at a small mexican spot, and a few margaritas.  Directly followed by tequila shots as soon as we reached the bar.  Feeling beyond tipsy, my knees were on Meg the Stallion and I cut up to whatever the DJ play.  With the alcohol going straight to my head and loins, I made my way around our dance circle before stopping in front of him.  Beginning with a small tease, until a shift in the music which sent us into a wine.  We rhythmically pressed into each other until I had him pressed into a wall.  I rubbed my hands all over him; partially trying to stay on my feet, partially trying to get a good feel.  And he felt like all I wanted and more.

As time went on, I never left form on him and he didn't seem to mind.  Our dancing turned into flirtatious grabs and soft kisses on erogenous zones.  What was to come next would be answered with a simple question: "your place or mine?"

His it was.  I followed him home carefully and pulled in to a parking spot nearest to him at his apartment complex.  I followed him up the stairs and through his front door.  By the time he had the door locked, my dress was off.  He walked over and met his lips to mine.  They eagerly responded as my hands tugged his shirt over his head.  I ran my hands down his chest, then looked up into his eyes going back in for more kisses.  I easily unbuttoned his pants and pushed them and his boxers down.  I stopped kissing him and assessed his naked body.  Then, I dropped to my knees.

I knelt eye to tip with my dance partner and had a new friend for him to meet.  I gently brushed my lips against his tip and licked.  I swirled my tongue around and around, taking more and more in as I went.  I kept going until there was no more room for my hands to hold on to anything, and he was tickling my tonsils.  Mid gawk, he pulled me up by the back of my throat and brought my lips back to his.  Pulling away, he took my hand and led me to his sofa.

He took a seat and I took a squat above him.  I lowered my body onto him, adjusting to the girth pushing into me.  Flat on my feet, and with my hands on his shoulders for support, I began bouncing on his lap.  Sliding between being on my feet and on my knees, I moved my hands to his thighs.  I continued rocking, bouncing and grinding until I couldn't hold myself up any longer and shivered into my first orgasm.

Feeling drained, he flipped me over and pushed my knees into my chest.  He began to flick his tongue on my still swollen and pulsating clit.  Adding to my wetness, I quickly writhed into my second orgasm.  As the trembles were still going through me, he thrust himself back inside, rolling me to and through my third orgasm.  Putting my arm around his neck, I propped myself up off the sofa so I could wrap my legs around him and rock with him.  We sped up and slowed down.  His sweat fell into my face and we huffed our hard labored breath into each others faces.  I freed my breasts from my bra and offered them to his mouth.  He teased my nipples playfully, tugging at the bars pierced through them. I felt his thighs tighten beneath me, and his thrusts become more intent.  I held on to his neck with both arms now, as he rocked us forcefully into a synchronized orgasm.  We both collapsed onto the sofa.

Once my heart rate slowed, I slid off the sofa and found my dress, got dressed and walked out his door....