****Warning this blog is not meant for the faint of heart, uppity christians, or my mama, Know that this short story is PURELY FICTION. I just wanted to write about the imagery i've had pint up inside (enjoy)***
I only knew him for a day....he had hit me up after seeing me in the club.
“Hi,” he whispered into my ear. The hairs on the back of my neck alerted me that this man was trouble. His low voice vibrating in my ear cued the tension in my body to slightly release, and I didn’t even bring an extra pair of panties.
“Why hello there,” I seductively retorted. I turned around to see who this stranger was whispering in my ear and causing this small eruption.
His 6 foot frame towered over me, the lighting in the club hit him just the way I like, I was caught up at first sight. His smooth brown skin taunted me saying, “ you know you want to taste me, just one lick.” My tongue ached to taste the lips of this man. It lightly trail across my lips, as my mind subconsciously fantasized about the things I could do to him.
“So what should I call you?” I asked, I wanted to see if he could play the game, if he could mentally seduce me, and make me feign for him without having to touch him.
“I’m known to be your everything, your man, your protector, and your lover but for now...you can call me Isaiah.”
Whew girl get it together I said to myself I had almost lost my composure and panties all in the same moment. I know it’s spring and all but am I really ready for a man to tend to my garden?
“Isaiah...what a pleasure it is to meet you.”
“Likewise,” he said as he gave me a coy grin. The look in his eyes told me that he too was wondering how it felt to be twisted in each other's sheets.
The lust between us trumped the celibacy I was trying to maintain. I just wanted to see...well taste and see.
"Here's my card...call me,"
"Ok," was all I could manage to say.
"I'll talk to you later," he said as he removed his hand from the small of my back. He disappeared into the dark shadows of the club, but the fire inside of me lit my entire body.
My lustful encounter made me forget that I did come to the club with my girls.
"Mmmmmhmmmmm," was all they could say.
"what?!" I asked trying my hardest to pretend like I had no idea what was going on.
"O you know what missy!" my closest friend responded.
"I know who he is. but...I am curious to know what IT is," I replied, trying my hardest to conceal my grin of deception.
The entire night I debated on calling him. I didn't want to seem desperate, but hell...I missed the feeling of calloused hands caressing my body, while the melodies of a deep voice whispered in my ear. I tried all of the girl byes, and I don't need its I could. But just like a future addict I was intrigued, wanting to know what the first hit would feel like.
So, I text him. My inner G kept me from calling.
"I was wondering when you were going to call."
"how do you know it's me?"
"Because you are the only lady I want to speak to."
Immediately my mistress became moist, I had learned my lesson the first time around and opted not to wear panties to bed.
"Speechless?'
"......." was all i could text
" From the moment I saw you I knew I wanted to please you, taste you, and show just how much my body needs a woman like you."
Pause," Needs me? You don't even know me?"
"O but I do, my hunger for a woman of your caliber was insatiable until I saw you."
"And what caliber is this?"
" The confidence that coats a room and makes every man stop what he's doing to witness greatness walk by."
"Mmm...poetic I see."
"Nah not poetic...just being real with you."
" I like that..."
"I know you do.. So tell me when can I taste you."
" It seems as if you are only concerned with how I taste."
"Licking you is the first step in learning just how sweet you are."
Ok Kyn, you can get one taste, you've been good, it's almost been a year, The bad girl in me silenced every statement of reasoning my good girl innocence had thrown out .
"Ok....tonight...let's see if you can lick me down."
"Gladly."
I text him my address and prepared my home for the ecstasy I was about to receive.
My conscious said make him work for it, but my sexually explicit bad girl played out each scene of our sex tape.
My doorbell rang, and there he stood. His wide grin showed every last one of his pearly white teeth. As he stepped into my home I stopped to admire the handsome giant standing before me. His arms were tattooed like Picasso paintings.
"How many do you have?"
"both arms are full sleeved, one across my back, and another across my chest."
I took a deep breath, tattoos have always been my weakness.
"Can I get you something to drink?"
"Yea,"
"What would you like..."
"You," His long arms wrapped around my waist, I could feel the muscles in his body tense and release as the blood rushed through his veins. He leaned down and kissed me, I felt the heat of his lust coating my throat.
My good girl had left the building, Cyn had arrived.
I laid his tall frame across my bed, and began my exploring. First his stomach, where I licked each of the abs that made his six pack, then his chest ever so lightly brushing his nipples with my lips, then his neck where I left the imprints of my wet kisses, when I reached his ears I lightly sucked on his lobes and whispered," I want to see if you can please the lips you kiss...before you taste the one's you'll lick."
Without words or hesitance he changed positions, I watched as the towering frame that once hovered over me disappear between my legs. My body fully indulged. He licked me as if I were the best meal he ever had. The rush of the moment overwhelmed my body. The light I hadn't seen in months finally shined, and I....released......
He arose from my legs and lightly kissed my neck, he then whispered back to me, "I just wanted to taste and see." He kissed me deeper than he had before, as if he were thanking me for tasting so good.
I positioned myself on top of him again, but this time I let him do the exploring. His massive hands searched each crevice of my body. I could feel him trying not to explode as I unzipped his pants. I reached in to feel the member that would soon be gracing my walls. His size let me know that I would be walking bow legged for weeks. But I didn't care, Mandingo didn't compare to the tree he concealed in between his legs.
" Ready?" I asked him.
"Only if you are," he managed to say through his heavy breathing.
And with his consent I broke my nine month stint.
