It has been a long while since I have released a book or even a sneak peek of something that I am working on. I am pleased to give you all a sneak peek into my next novel which will be released this summer/fall. I haven’t been excited about a project in so long, I can barely contain my excitement. I am not nearly done with this novel, but I can say it will be well worth the wait. Without further a do, click below to read the beginning of my next piece of work. I would greatly appreciate if you left a comment about what you think, below.
“What are you doing here?” they both said in unison.
Everyone grew quiet. Her sister, Anissa, was the first to speak.
“How do y’all know each other?”
“We live in the same apartment complex on the same floor,” they both said.
Danisha found it annoying that they were speaking at the same time, thinking the same thing.
“It’s a small world isn’t it?” said her mother.
“Come sit down so we can eat.”
They both walked the rest of the way to the table. The only seat left was the one by Rodney. Danisha reluctantly sat down, rolling her eyes. Why the fuck was he here, she thought. It was like Anissa was reading her mind. She had a tendency of doing that.
“This is my boyfriend Roshan. Roshan this is my sister Danisha. I knew you weren’t dating anyone so I didn’t want you to feel like a fifth wheel so I asked him to bring a friend. But I guess that was a bad idea.”
“No shit, Anissa,” said Danisha.
“You watch your mouth!” exclaimed their mother.
“You may be grown but I will slap the piss out of you if you use such language around me again.”
The whole time her father sat there quietly eating. He wasn’t much of a drama man so when there was some brewing, he kept his mouth shut and his eyes down. Rodney and Roshan followed suit. They all started eating in silence. Danisha just wanted to leave. This wasn’t exactly her ideal lunch with her family. As she ate, she noticed the cologne Rodney was wearing. It was the kind that got her lower half heating up. Unbreakable by Khloe and Lamar. She shifted trying not to let the scent get to her.
“I guess I’ll be the ice breaker,” said her father.
“Danisha, how is my lovely daughter doing?”
“I’m doing good dad. Just working. You know, business as usual.”
“What business would that be?” asked her mother.
Danisha became nervous hoping that Rodney would not bring up her apparel the night before. She glanced over and saw that he too was waiting for an answer. She could see the amusement in his face.
“You guys know I don’t like to discuss my business. Just know that it and I are doing well and I’m living comfortably,” said Danisha.
“I bet. The kind of place you live in you must be really doing good,” said Anissa.
Danisha rolled her eyes and took another bite of her tuna sandwich and chips. She hated having to have breakfast, lunch, or dinner with her family. The focus was always on her and what she was doing.
“Danisha, why don’t you tell us how you and Rodney met?” said her mother. Danisha glared at her in dismay and embarrassment. She didn’t want to tell her parents what their first encounter was really like.
“I was coming home from a late night at work and we bumped into each other on the elevator. We exchanged greetings and when we got out the elevator, we went our separate ways.”
“That’s it?” asked her father and Anissa.
“Well, I was tired and wasn’t really up for conversation,” Rodney finally said.
“Plus I had just moved in that morning and she was the first person I ran into that lived on my floor. She looked tired as well and I didn’t want to keep her.”
He smirked as he said that. Her blood boiled hot. She was sure they could see the steam coming out of her ears.
“Well, maybe you two should go out sometime and maybe Danisha can show you around the town,” said her mother.
“Mom…” Danisha started but was then cut off.
“In fact, Danisha, give him a tour of the house,” her mom smiled with a wide grin.
“I would love that,” said Rodney.
Danisha let out a breath and rose from the table. She threw her napkin onto her plate.
“It would be my pleasure,” she said sarcastically and walked towards the house.
“My sister can be stubborn like that sometimes,” said Anissa.
“I can see that,” said Rodney as he got up quickly and jogged after Danisha.
Once they were in the kitchen and he had closed the door, she spoke with heavy acid in her voice.
“You motherfucking bastard!” she yelled.
He gasped in shock at her tone and anger.
“You just…ugh!” she growled.
“I’m lost. The fuck is your problem?”
“The fuck is my problem? First, you fucking insult me by calling me a hooker.”
“I never said you were a hooker,” he said in defense.
“You implied it. Then you ask am I visiting someone and then was shocked when you found out I lived there. What? A black woman can’t live like a black man, or a man for that matter? I can’t have a job that affords me my penthouse and my car?”
“I get your point Danisha.”
“And now you’re at my fucking parents house, reveling in my squirming and even taking part in making it happen.”
“I said I get your point dammit!” he barked.
Danisha was taken back by his reaction. His chest was moving fast as she could feel the tension in the room rising. She turned and headed up to the foyer and up the stairs and he followed. She was pissed and he knew she was. She went into one of the guest rooms at the end of the hall and he followed closing and locking the door behind him. He quickly glanced around the room and realized how elegant it was. Then their eyes locked.
They walked quickly towards each other and embraced in a steam angry kiss. They were both pissed at each other and they didn’t even know each other. He wanted her and she just wanted to fuck and let off some steam. He took of her shirt but never looked away. She felt his arousal pressing between her legs. She caressed it and felt his hard, long, thick length. Her kitten was purring now from hunger. She needed it and she needed it now.
She undid his pants and they fell to the floor. He kicked his shoes off, along with his pants. His dick fell through the front hole of his boxers. She gasped at how big and black it was. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. She quickly got on her knees and grabbed his hips. She looked up at him and smiled for he did not know what he was in for. His lips were parted and he stiffened his body as she took him completely in her mouth. He let out a groan and spread his legs to steady himself.
He put his hands on her shoulder as she slowly sucked and grazed his lengthy softly with her teeth. His breath hitched and he tensed up even more. She sucked harder now and faster taking him all the way in and then all the way out.
“Oh, fuck! I’m bout to bust!” he growled as he felt his nut and grabbed her head and thrusted in and out of her mouth.
“Oh, shit! Ah, fuck! Danisha damn!”
She felt his salty release down her throat. She took him out of her mouth and stood up and smiled. He was gasping for air as that nut took everything out of him. He smiled back.
“My turn,” he said.
He grabbed her by the waist and laid her on the bed. He pulled off her sandals and undid her pants, pulling them and her thong off. He got on top of her and kissed her hard. He kissed her neck then down to her breasts. He undid the bra from the front and gasped at how large her breast was. She felt his dick harden against her pussy. She couldn’t wait to have it inside her.
He grabbed her nipple with his teeth and sucked hard. She let out a small yelp as he took her by surprise. He then continued to kiss her down her stomach and then the insides of her thighs. He was now on his knees on the floor. As he continued to kiss both thighs he inserted two fingers in her pussy and her hips lurched. She let out a gasp and clenched the sheets.
With his free hand he grabbed his pants and pulled a condom out of his pocket. She didn’t hear him open the packet and put the condom on. He then removed his fingers and kissed her clitoris and then forcefully attacked it with his tongue. She put her hands on his head and he grabbed the outside of each of her thighs, pulling them apart.
He inserted his tongue in her pussy and she felt how long it was. He found her spot with his tongue and flicked it with the end of it. She let out a scream as her orgasm took over her body. Her cum came rushing out and squirted all in his mouth. He continued until she pushed his head away. He wiped his mouth and stood up.
“Fuck me now!” Danisha demanded.
He smiled, climbed in between her lugs and lunged in her. She screamed an ear piercing scream.
“Shh…” he said as he smiled.
“Just fuck me,” she begged and he did as he was told.
He slammed in her as hard as he could. She felt him in her stomach. She grabbed his arms which were big and muscular and that turned her on even more. His breath was becoming heavier and he held her hips as he slammed harder and harder in her. She was moaning and digging her nails into his back.
“Oh, shit, call me daddy,” he said.
“Call me daddy,” he repeated.
“Hold on stop,” she said and he stopped thrusting.
“Call you daddy? Why?”
“I like when women call me daddy. Makes me feel superior and masculine,” he explained.
“Get out and off of me.”
“It’s my body and my pussy and because shit I fucking said so.”
He pulled out of her and rolled on side of her. She got up and started getting dressed. He watched her in confusion.
“Did I say something wrong?” he asked.
“I don’t call anyone daddy who demands it from me,” she replied.
“So you are a hooker,” he said.
“I am not a fucking hooker.”
“By the way you just sucked my dick and let me fuck you, yeah, I consider that a hooker.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said as she put her shoes on and looked at herself in the mirror above the dresser at the foot of the bed against the wall.
“You should get dressed before someone sees you,” she said as she unlocked the door and walked out leaving it open.
He hurried and got up to close it. Back outside, everyone was laughing and having a good time.
“I’m leaving, thanks for lunch,” said Danisha as she hugged and kissed her parents and then her sister.
This is an excerpt from my upcoming novel entitled, Sage.
She quickly showered and got dressed. Carefully putting the mask on, making sure the adhesive wasn’t showing, she pressed the thin material over her face and neck. She almost didn’t recognize herself.
She put the wig on and she couldn’t even tell it was a wig. Looked almost like her real hair so she took it off. That was adding a bit too much. She used make up to blend in the seems of the mask with her own skin, and to make sure it wouldn’t peel off. She had chosen a low cut dress, under the assumption that this place was crawling with men. She gave herself the once over, grabbed her purse and keys and ran out the door.
She pulled up to the high rise building and instantly thought of her condo building. They were oddly similar. She walked into the receptionist after parking and was directed to the 10th floor. The elevator doors opened and she was blinded by the sun shining through the window, reflecting off the blindingly white walls, white flowers, white floors and white couches. It was like stepping into the sun, hence the name, High Clouds.
She walked over to another receptionist and was told to have a seat. She waited for nearly an hour before a tall, dark, black man came out.
“Hello, Ms. James. I’m Jay, the COO.”
“Nice to meet you Jay, and please, call me Sage.”
“Sage. Please step into my office.”
She got up and walked past him. His dick jumped at the way her ass moved and her long legs. He followed her into his office and closed the door behind him. She sat in his visitor chair and he leaned against his desk.
“So how did you hear about us?”
“Well, I did my research and saw that you all are the second highest grossing marijuana company.”
“Yeah, we are trying to beat out Sage, Inc. You don’t by chance know Sage Bordeaux, do you?” he asked, inquisitively.
“No, never met her, but I heard she’s pretty damn good at what she does.”
“She is, indeed, however, we aim to plummet her and drive her into the ground, so to speak.”
The heat began to rise again in Sage. This fine ass son of a bitch was trying to stop her business.
“So what’s your interest in Sage, Inc., if you don’t mind me asking?”
“No, that’s a good question,” he said, moving around his desk to his chair.
“Sage, Inc. is honestly a top shelf company, if you know what I mean. They have great revenue, loyal customers, awesome growers, amazing products…”
“Sorry to cut you off but you’re losing me. If Sage, Inc. has all of these great assets, why try to up them?”
“Because Sage is a woman, a black woman at that, and I don’t like a black woman being on top unless she’s riding my dick.”
Sage pretended to be shocked by his words.
“Don’t act surprised. You waltz in here with that tight ass dress, showing off your ass and breasts, which I would like my dick between both by the way.”
“I thought this was an interview.”
“It is, and you’re hired.”
“I can sense that you are a woman who can handle her own and with your sex appeal, we can use you on our persuasion team.”
“We have a group of men and women who use either their sex appeal or their intimidation techniques, to persuade people to start working either with and for us.”
“So that’s how you got some of the growers from Sage, Inc. to switch over.”
“I see you did your research on us.”
“I always have to check out who I will be working for.”
“Can’t be mad at that. So what’s your price?”
“A quarter mil.”
“Are you shitting me?”
Sage stood up and leaned over his desk, exposing her breasts. One fell out of her dress. He leaned forward and took it in his mouth. His dick was begging to be released.
“I’m dead serious. A quarter or I walk.”
“Ok,” he said, in between sucks.
She pulled back and put her breast in her dress, walking out of his office, closing the door behind him. He pulled his dick out and spewed his cum after two tugs. This woman was going to be dangerous, he thought.
Back at her office…
She grabbed her key board and added to her web. Now that she was in with High Clouds, she had to plan the next step, which was to eventually figure out who was running the show, and shut them down. A person this discreet, it had to be a woman. Women were sneaky like that, she should know. She also needed to figure out where the hell Jeremy was that was so secretive. S
he got a ping from his phone on her map at the bottom of the window. He was in Atlanta. What the hell was in Atlanta? She zeroed in on the location and he was at a residential location. She sent a message to her IT person, who she paid of the books, to see who and what was at this address. Then the ping disappeared before she could get the full address. She sat up quick. Then another ping came. He was at her office building.
“Why are you keeping tabs on me?”
She screamed and dropped her keyboard at the sound of Jeremy’s voice.
“What the fuck Jeremy?!”
“Why are you keeping tabs on me?”
Her phone dinged and it was her IT person. Jeremy snatched the phone out of her hand, read the message and replied something back. He placed it on her desk as he walked towards her, deactivating the screen, not taking his eyes of her. Sage’s heart stopped, her pussy became moist as he got closer, until he was towering over her, her back against the window. He looked at her with the same expression he always had. He began to lean down and his lips almost touched hers.
“Stop budding in my fucking business, Sage,” he whispered against her lips, running a finger down her cheek, and then walked out her office.
She gasped for air. She had never been that close to him before and she could have swore he was going to fuck her where she stood. All she felt now was anger and embarrassment. Her phone dinged again and it was a notification that the connection to the cameras at his house had been lost. He found out about those too and must’ve took them down.
She was now frustrated, mentally, emotionally, and sexually. That brought her back to what Brice had said the night before. Those memories from long ago began to rise and she pushed them aside.
This is an excerpt from one of my upcoming novels, Lost in Lust.
She cleaned up the kitchen and her stomach growled, having not finished dinner at the restaurant and it was only eight forty-five, she heated up some left over pizza from a few days ago. She poured another glass of wine. Her phone beeped and it was Dre, asking to come over.
Maliyah: Are you at my front door again.
Dre: How’d you know? lol
Maliyah: It’s you, duh.
She went to the door and he stared.
“Um, don’t you want to change?”
“You’ve seen me in less.”
“Just come in.”
He sat on the couch and watched her rummage around in the kitchen. The pizza was heated and she grabbed two plates and another glass, sitting them on the coffee table. When she leaned over, he could see her breast, down her neglige. His dick stirred and he crossed his hands in his lap.
She went and got the pizza and bottle of wine, sitting next to him. She turned the television on and clicked on Netflix. She turned it to Breaking Bad.
“I love this show,” he said, refocusing his thoughts.
“Yeah my brother told me about it,” she said while biting a slice of pizza and taking a sip of her wine.
They watched a few episodes, laughing, eating and drinking. Before they knew it, it was one in the morning. They had polished two bottles of wine and were beyond tipsy.
“Hey, Maliyah, I’m sorry about the other day. I was upset and took it out on you.”
“Dre, it’s in the past. We’re friends.”
He leaned over and kissed her deeply. She pushed him back.
He kissed her again, falling backwards on the couch. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he moved his hands up her thighs. She moaned against his lips. Lifting her up, he carried her to the bed.
Sitting her down, he lifted her top over her head and stared at how beautiful she was and how large her breasts were. He had a full hard on and she took him out of his pants, stroking him. He growled deeply at her hand going up and down his length.
After a few more strokes, he nearly lost it. He quickly undressed and grabbed a condom out his pocket. Laying her down, he spread her legs and smelled her sweet, lavendar musk. He licked her and she gasped. She put her hands on his head to bring his mouth closer, tasting all of her.
He quickly slipped the condom on while pleasing her. He licked her up her stomach, ending at her mouth, letting her taste her own sweetness. He slammed in her, making her scream his name. He kept going like his life depended on it. He needed her to release before he met his own eruption.
“Dre, I’m coming!” she screamed, digging her nails into his back.
“Ahh, fuck!” he moaned, finally releasing.
When he sat up and looked at her, he saw the look on her face. The tears and feelings of regret filled her eyes.
“Dre, this was a mist…”
“Maliyah, please don’t say that.”
“Dre it was, and I think you should sleep on the couch.”
He moved off of her and she ran to the bathroom. Holding back the sobs, she turned on the shower and sat in there, letting the hot water roll over her body. She cried until the tears were gone. Getting out and drying off, she looked in the mirror. She hated who she saw. Quickly turning away, she put on her robe and walked into her bedroom. Peeking out the bedroom door, she saw no sight of Dre.
Coming into the living room, he was nowhere to be found. She went out the front door and his car was gone. Going back inside, she locked the door and slid the chair under the knob. Her phone beeped and it was Tina. Sighing that it was not Dre, she put her phone on the charger and went to bed.6
I got out the cab and tipped the driver. Bag held close I walked to the 20 story hotel. I can’t believe this man lives in this palace off of my fucking money. Walking to the concierge’s desk, the woman behind the desk looked up and smiled.
“Hi, how may I help you?”
“I’m here to meet Mr. Walker. He is expecting me.”
“It’s just Xiochitl.”
“No, not like Beyoncé. Xiochitl.”
“I’m sorry. Uh yes, I see your name on the list. He’s in room 2060.”
Like Beyoncé. Tuh. I walked to the bank of elevators and waited with a few other people that were standing there. The doors opened and we got in. Luckily I was the only one going to the top floor. Once the others had gotten off, the elevator finally stopped at the 2oth floor. It was quiet. Almost too quiet.
I looked at the sign to see which way to go and turned left. His room was in the corner of the hall at the end. I looked at the window, fixing my wig. I rang the doorbell. I waited a few seconds then heard someone coming to the door. He opened the door completely naked, dick hard. He wastes no time.
“Glad you made it. Did you find it okay?”
“Who doesn’t know this hotel?” I said sarcastically, walking in, pulling my gloves tighter.
He had furnished the place nicely. Gold trim, black suede couches, a pool table, typical bachelor’s pad. There were pieces of art on the wall, all naked women in sexual positions.
“Where’s the bedroom?”
“My kind of woman. This way.”
I followed him down the hall to a room that was the size of my downstairs kitchen. For a place like this you would think the bedroom would be bigger. I threw my bad at the head of the bed and took off my coat. I wore nothing underneath. I knew this was going to be a messy job and didn’t want to leave any evidence I had been here.
He came up behind me and kissed my neck, squeezing my breasts. I pushed him off.
He quickly got in the bed and laid on his back. I secured each limb with some rope to the four bed posts. I could see his chest rising and falling quickly. He must’ve taken something.
“What did you pop?”
“Ecstasy and a molly.”
“Aren’t you going to take your gloves off?”
Ignoring him, I took out my whip and let the tassels run up his leg before I snapped it against his chest. He groaned and his eyes grew wild. I pulled out a condom and climbed between my legs, taking the condom out the wrapper and sliding it down his dick with my mouth, sucking as I went down.
I didn’t have much time and needed this to be quick before the real escort got here. I straddled him and slid down slowly, watching his wild eyes. They were beginning to turn read. I rode him up and down, bouncing fast and hard. I could see him foaming at the mouth. Fuck, this was going to be shitty.
He writhed under me as he came. I got off before he could finish.
“Why’d you get off?” he seethed. “I was fucking cumming.!”
“Yeah, I know, but then I thought about it and decided you didn’t deserve it.”
“I paid you $2,000!”
“No, you paid Xiochtil $2,000.”
I took off my wig and threw it in my bag, and then pulled off the silicon mask Tyrell made for me. His eyes got big.
“Damn fucking right.”
“What is this?”
“You fucked me over, now it’s time for payback.”
“What you’re going to leave me here tied up?”
I pulled out my syringe and placed it in one of his needle marks on his arm. He screamed and tried to move, but I knew this place had sound proof walls.
“I have cameras,” he foamed.
“My team has already taken care of that.”
I injected his arm with potassium chloride, only enough that he would die slowly. All it would do was stop his heart. He began seizing and foaming at the mouth. With the drugs in his system, they would think he overdosed. I untied his arms and legs and put everything back in my bag. Giving the room a once over as his body moved about wildly, veins popping out of his neck, I put on the mask , wig and coat.
When I got to the door of the bedroom, I remembered the condom. I walked back in and took it off, placing it in a Ziploc bag in my bag’s side pocket. My head snapped when I heard the sound of the front door unlocking.
“Shit!” I whispered.
Grabbing I bag, I ran to the window.
“Will?” called out a female voice.
I opened the window to a fire escape.
I climbed out and closed the window behind me. I peeked in as a woman came in the room. When she realized he was dead, she screamed. Then another person came in.
I felt the blood boiling under my skin. That piece of shit. Why is he here? I ran down the fire escape. I dialed my sisters number.
“We have a motherfucking problem!”
Sage (this is a short story that will probably me made into a full length novel, stay tuned)
Soon as Sage walked into the office, Jay couldn’t wait for the meeting to be over. He felt his dick hardening as he looked at her large breasts, practically popping out of her shirt. He tried to calm himself but he couldn’t help it. This presentation was in the way of him getting his dick in her mouth, her pussy and titty fucking her. She was knew to the office and he couldn’t wait to give her his own, personal welcome.
Her long, kinky brown hair, brown eyes and plush lips. She was paying attention to the meeting and he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. Once this excruciating meeting was over, he would tell her to stay behind. She all of a sudden looked up at him and he smiled and gave a small wave. She smiled back and turned her attention back to the presentation. She wanted the D, he thought. He knew she wanted it.
The presenter stopped talking and everyone applauded. They all began to leave out, including her.
“Ms. Porter, could you stay behind please,” he said as he got up and closed the door, locking it after the last person.
She was still sitting there smiling, knowing what he was about to do to her. He put his hands in his pockets and smiled back, walking around the table. He sat in the chair next to her.
“I’m Jay, by the way.”
“Yes, I know who you are. You’re the boss man. I’m Sage, the new intern.”
“Yes, right. How do you like the job so far?”
“It’s going pretty well and I’m learning a lot.”
“That’s good. I love to hear that.”
He sat back in his chair and eyed her. His dick was bulging through his pants and she looked down at it. She pretended to look a bit shocked. He grabbed it with his hand and stroked it. She looked at him with those gorgeous eyes.
“Let me tell you something Sage, I always get what I want around here and to move up, sometimes you have to comply with my wants.”
“Well, what do you want?”
“Right now, I want to fuck your mouth, your pussy and your breasts and it doesn’t have to be in that exact order.”
He watched as she swallowed. Oh how she could be swallowing his cum, he thought. He unzipped his pants and let his hard, fat, black dick fall out. He was aggressive and that’s how he liked it. Her eyes grew large.
“Is this appropriate?” she asked, making her voice quiver.
“In this office it is.”
“Do you fuck all of your interns?”
“Yes, I do.”
“And you’ve never been caught?”
“Obviously not if I’m sitting here about to fuck you.”
He leaned forward and grabbed her hand and placed it around his erection. He pulled her chair closer and guided her hand up and down his length. When he let go, she stopped.
“Keep going,” he growled.
She moved her hand up and down, watching his face. His breath hitched and she felt him harden even more in her hand. She felt herself getting wet. This man was sexy as hell and she had to admit to herself that she couldn’t wait to fuck him. His breath quickened as he opened her shirt and pulled her cups down exposing her breasts. He bit her nipple and pinched the other, making her gasp.
He moved his hand up her thigh and felt her legs shake. When he felt her pussy, he realized she wasn’t wearing any underwear. She was still jacking him off when he felt himself about to release, he laid back in the chair and guided her hand up and down him faster. He squirted cum all over her clothes as he groaned in pleasure.
“Won’t they hear you?” she asked.
“This room is sound proof. Now take off your clothes and lay on the table,” he demanded as he stood up and pulled his pants down.
She removed her shirt and bra and slid her skirt off. She stepped out of her heels and laid on the table. He watched her as he took off his shirt. He climbed on to the table in between her legs.
“Now, this is going to get real aggressive and hard,” he said as he slammed into her.
She yelled out and he fucked her like a wild animal. It did hurt at first, but then it became so arousing. He growled like a savage and the smacking sound of his balls hitting her pussy made him harder inside her. She expected him to kiss her but he didn’t. This was just a fuck to him. He gripped her hips as he pushed deeper in her. He ignored her screaming. He was about to release again and pulled out, spraying his pleasure all over her stomach. She looked at him as his face scrunched up.
“Ah,” he said.
He got off the table and swung her around towards him, pulling her off the table. He turned her around and bent her over. He slammed in her again. She yelled out in surprise. He was going harder now that he had more stability.
“Ah, yes,” he said.
“I’m going to love fucking you every day that you’re here.”
She didn’t say anything, for she had a plan of her own before she was even hired. Finally, she felt herself getting ready to release. He sped up as if knowing she was and she screamed and convulsed as he kept going. He found his release all over her back. He collapsed in the chair and she stood up.
“Now, let me fuck your mouth,” he demanded.
She got on her knees and grabbed his still hard dick. He swatted her hand away.
“Just your mouth,” he said.
She put him in her mouth and he grabbed her head, moving in and out of her mouth. He was amazed at how deep he could go and her amazing gag reflex. Just then the side door opened and it was his colleague, Derrick. She heard the door and tried to get up but he had a good grip on her.
He was still fucking her mouth when Derrick undressed and knelt behind her. He lifted her hips and forcefully entered her. She had a dick in her mouth and one in her pussy. Derrick was breathing hard. That first nut came too quickly and he released on her back before entering her again. Jay released down throat. He pulled his dick out but Derrick kept fucking her.
Jay pushed his chair back and laid underneath her, his head between her legs. She felt his tongue attacking her clitoris. It was so much pleasure and she could barely handle it. Jay had her hips and Derrick had her thighs. Between the two of them she could barely move. When she released, it took over her entire body. Both her clitoral and vaginal orgasm took every ounce of energy she had. She collapsed on top of Jay, not being able to move. Derrick picked her up and laid her on her back. She now got to see his face and he was a fucking gorgeous man.
He spread her legs and laid his head in between them. He was much more sensitive to her clitoris. Jay straddled her chest and laid his dick in between her breasts. He held her breasts together, tight around him.
“Hold them,” he ordered.
When she did, he moved back and forth, pushing his dick rapidly between them. He looked down at her as he saw the pleasure on her face from Derrick’s tongue on her pussy. Derrick was a lot better at it than Jay. Derrick was stroking his own dick as he licked all around and in and out her pussy. Jay came first, all over her face.
“Fucking shit!” he yelled and went faster.
His cum covered her entire face. He got off of her and she came in Derrick’s mouth. She grabbed his head and moved it around in between her legs. Derrick then came fast and hard. Sage saw Jay sit in a chair and stroke his still erect dick, watching them. Derrick stood up and directed her to sit in the chair. He walked towards her and put his dick to her mouth. She opened and he slid all the way in. He grabbed each side of her head and fucked her mouth viciously.
She cupped his balls and watched Jay beat his dick, getting off as he watched them like a porno. Derrick threw his head back as he thrust his hips faster. She felt his balls swell and knew he was about to release. He pulled out and ejaculated on her chest. She took her finger and wiped some off, putting it in her mouth looking into his eyes. The look she gave him made his knees weak. He knew this woman would be trouble.
They both turned as Jay released on the table. Derrick began to get dressed and so did Sage.
“Same time and place tomorrow?” Jay asked.
“Naw,” said Derrick, “This was a one time thing.”
Sage smirked and walked towards a shelf by the door. She moved a book over and took the camera that she had hidden behind it before the meeting. Both men stared in horror. She walked out, smiling to herself. She had played her cards right and was about to have these men’s balls in the palm of her hands.
It is in the dark when I am most alive.
When the rest of the world is sleeping,
I am awake, letting my mind take over.
The true meaning of the dead of the night.
It’s when my creativity is heightened,
My mind unwinding and letting
The words flow like the waves of the ocean;
Loud yet peaceful and soothing.
The moon is my lamp,
And the stars are my thoughts,
Scattered across the sky,
Each one telling a story
Of my past, present and future.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
At least that’s what I’ve heard.
But is it really in the eye of the beholder?
For when we talk about beauty,
Isn’t it the outer appearance that we speak of?
That’s shallower than the morning
Tide of the ocean.
What about under the make up
She has caked on her face?
Under the bundles of weave that weigh
Her head down as if many burdens
Were placed upon it?
What about under the clothes that she
Wears to impress men who don’t notice her,
And women she can’t stand?
What about beneath the skin,
The blood that flows through her veins?
What about underneath her scalp,
The brain that has worked overtime
Through two degrees and a master’s?
What about behind those eyes that have
Seen such dark things that light
may never shine through them again?
What about under her large breasts,
A heart that has been broken many times?
When it ended,
I didn’t want it to be over.
I sat in denial,
Thinking that things would
Eventually work out.
I kept holding on to the good
Days that I overlooked the bad
Which were more often than not.
But I didn’t care.
I hated being alone
And was desperate for any
Kind of attention that would
Deter me from my thoughts
That would always consume me.
At the time I didn’t know that
The Creator was saving me from
A man who would have
Brought me to the lowest of lows.
Lifting me up wasn’t his thing,
For chivalry had no place in his being.
The emotional abuse was enough
To leave me scarred worse than
Any amount of physical abuse,
But I still didn’t want him to leave.
I’m not the emotional type,But I wear my heart on my sleeves. There’s no guessing how I feel about you, though I’ll never say it with words. I let my actions speak for themselves because words are just words right? See I act like I’m this strong tough woman but when it comes to you, thinking about you, seeing your name pop up on my phone, I melt inside. Even though you’re not here, you do something to my body that not even the physical touch can compare to.
(Just a snippet of what you’ll see in my upcoming book, The Tangled Mind. Be on the look out.)