Old Friend

Suka & Marrow Collaboration

Friends from teenagers they were; connected many years later on Facebook. They’d never noticed each other back then - she was tall, lanky, wore coke bottle glasses, no hips, no thighs; he was with the "in" crowd. 20 years later she has come into her own: round firm ass, legs that go on ‘til forever, defined back and shoulders, supple perky breasts. He remembered her, the 6 footer, slender, always polite, shy, bit of a nerd, never wild and loud.  He too caught her eye as well: dark chocolate complexion, midnight black dreads, thick lips, GQ style. A gentleman with just a hint of rude. They had both migrated to New York looking for the dream and found it, in their own way. She invited him over for dinner; prepared scalloped potatoes, salmon with capers in a white sauce, tossed salad and for dessert ... well...

The doorbell rings. She takes one final look in the mirror; she’s wearing long white tube dress, with a split that travels up her left leg to mid thigh, with a hint of Chanel #5 on every pulse point. Soft natural makeup, lip gloss accentuating her thick lips, and a gentle curl to her locs.  She opens the door, and invites him in. She inhales his scent as he enters the house; kiss her on the cheek, looks her up and down, smiles and whispers

"Beautiful."

They have dinner, small talk: remembered school days, migration, love gained and lost, children, politics. He compliments her on a wonderful dinner, helps with the dishes and they retire to the deck. It’s a full moon. They finish off the bottle of merlot and continue their conversations under the stars. There is a slight chill in the air; her nipples harden to the night's elements as they head inside. She asks what he desires for dessert, he responds by kissing her full on her lips. The air is still. He gets up, with a bulge in his pants.  He says

"Either we do something about this or I am leaving, and the only thing left for me to eat tonight is you."

She gets up from the couch, walks towards him, and, with such ladylike fashion, gets on her knees in front of him. He gasps and calls the Lord's name in vain. She unbuckles his belt, releases the button, and pulls the zipper down. He holds his composure well; he will not allow her to break him - at least not so early in the evening. She releases his manhood and begins to place gentle kisses along his shaft, suckles its head, massages his opening with the tip of her tongue, teasing and tickling until she inhales all of him, deep throat, her thick lips circling him. He curses the air, and starts to fuck her mouth. He adds a rhythm and she follows; every new wine she matches. He grabs her head to steady himself - he cannot and will not lose himself to her. He feels himself losing, he is not ready to come, but she refuses to let him go. He asks her to stop but she teases and tickles some more. She comes up for air and he pulls out, bends down lifts her up and says

"Payback is a bitch."

She grins and bites her bottom lip.

"Bitch huh. You better take me like one."

His hands grab the ends of her dress and hitch them up over those blossomed hips. He inhales her deeply; the cocoa butter beckoning of her skin, her rising desire for him. Mouth-watering. He skims his hands up the double-laned highway to heaven, calves, taut thighs, cupping that tight, round...wooooo. He barely stops himself from flipping her over and thrusting into her right there. His 5 o'clock shadow brushes along her sensitive inner skin, just enough to make her quiver. His tongue, meant to soothe, merely stokes more intense tremors. He spends some time in the slips - the crease between her legs and outer lips.

"Don't tease me!" she moans, low in her throat. She feels him smile.

Humming "Follow the arrow, just follow, don't say no" he dips down, directed by the neat triangular patch, urged on by her long-fingered grip on his head. Draping her legs over his shoulders, he slowly skims the merest tip of his tongue along her most secret seam. Slowly, oh so slowly up, then dipping in, curling his tongue on the way down, letting her ooze onto him.

Suddenly he shifts sideways and suckles her whole left outer lip into his mouth, massaging it, diving the full length of his stiffened tongue into her deep pomegranate-pink cat. His rock-hard length bumps her arm and she quickly takes him in hand, pumping him fiercely, ripping a groan from his gut. Turning her over, he pulls her on top of his leanly muscled frame. She pulls his huge purple head back into her mouth, determined to distract him from the mess he is making of her - or is it meal...

But he will not be denied. Simultaneously with his tongue he presses the tip of his forefinger a little above, against her puckered anus. Pop. Just a little bit in. She gasps and smiles; many Caribbean men treat this as taboo – at least when they talk about it in public. Hooking her hip he slowly makes circles around her clit with his tongue, mirroring the movement at her other entrance. Like a tight rosebud she slowly loosens and opens to him. Eagerly she presses back, so he slides into her up to the third knuckle...then second... The pressure, the pull and tug is a tantalising counterpoint to his tongue against the roof of her cat and his shaft brushing along the roof of her mouth. She is wet-slick everywhere and every which way. Licking upward he moistens his finger with them both.

“I want another one. Put in another one. Please” she pants.

His middle finger joins. Then the ring finger.

“Oooooooooooo!”

He stills them, letting her get used to being filled. Then slowly starts rolling the two outer fingers around the middle, widening her bit by beautiful bit. Readying her.With a squeal she grips his sac, lightly pulling on in, popping them into her mouth one at a time alternately. She savours them like crème eggs at Easter time. Her cheek barely brushing his shaft nearly blows it all. Time to shift this scene. Flipping her over again, head over the edge of the table, he lightly bites each nipple then poises himself over her open mouth. He lowers his full length into her, feeling her throat welcome all of him in. Her hands reach up to grab his cheeks and pull, pumping him. More. More. More. The sound is like waterfalls from heaven.

He surprises her by getting up.

“That looks lubed enough” he murmurs.

He repositions her again – can’t this man make up his mind? This is like circuit training at the gym.

Up on all fours on the table, facing away from him again. He slides his head between her walls, up and back, right to her puckered rosebud again. Once more he pauses, only the tip of him touching her. Knock knock.

“Do you want me. Here?”

"Want you ..... from the first day I saw you" she whispers breathlessly.

A wave of emotion washes over him, and he eases himself into her ass. She flinches.

"Am I hurting you?" he asks, massaging her back, his face etched with concern.

"Just be gentle"

He feels her relax; she trusts him.

Dear God what have I gotten myself into, this woman, this woman, this woman!

Her taut ass is just taking him in. She bites into the pillow to muffle her screams - he snatches it away from her

"I want to hear you!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming, come with me" she screams.

No, not yet. Not yet. He stops at the end of a loooooong deep stroke.

“Slide those long nimble fingers into your cat.”

 Her fingers slide into her like old friends; they know all her spots.

“How does it feel? Tell me.”

"Hot, wet, please I want to come."

He pulls out.

"Rub your wetness on me" he groans.

She slides out her fingers with a glorious wet, sucking sound, wrapping her slick, sticky hand around him, pumping vigorously.

"Please, back in me, now. Now"

Glistening with her desire he thrusts himself back into her, forearms under her hips, pulling her onto him like back rows. He lightly pulls her locs and spanks her pumping butt.

She swears the air blue, purple and passionate, rolling her ass on him.

"Yes, yes, yes, yesssss, unh nnnnhhhh mmmmmmmhhhhmmmmm ohhh myyyyy shhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

She cums like billowing waves battering the shore in storm surge.

"Where do you want me to cum baby? Where do you want me?"

He pants breathlessly, about to go right over the edge himself.

“Ngggggggggmmmmmmmmmm” in reply.

"Oh hell, I want to see me poured all over your gorgeous dark skin"

On the final thrust he slides all the way out and spills his satisfaction all on her beautiful defined ebony back with a groan fit to split the skies.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh uhhhhhhhhh!!!! Rass...."

She leans over to suck him, still dripping, into her mouth, and he erupts with the last burst. One last time she deepthroats his slowly softening shaft, lightly flicking her flushed peaked clit and cums again in sync with his sighs.

 

 

 

The Potential Lover

Her:

Hmmmmmmmm 

He asks me if I would consider it

Well, because he is my man

And pleasing him pleases me

I say yes.

Under one condition -

I choose the woman.

Him: 

He wouldn't have it any other way

He knows that, while she thinks this is about his desires, 

it's really about her

Her desire she won't even admit to herself: 

To be unleashed 

and worshiped.

Her: 

I hate the taste of a woman. 

He believes this is the first time I have tried it. 

NOT! 

The experience was a horror for me; 

again, I only did it because my lover at the time wanted it. 

And to please him was important. 

He must never go hungry. 

These men and their damn insatiable appetites.

Him: 

To have two tongues in her all at once - he's almost certain she's never had that. 

Never Been Kissed. 

The way a woman kisses; 

easy, not overpowering, 

coaxing rather than compelling. 

He'll have to position himself just right to see her expression when they first kiss 

while he tastes her other lips in his own way

Her: 

Two straight rums should be enough to get me through. 

Note to self - do NOT get a lesbian! 

That was the issue the last time. 

Chick focused more on me than on him.

Him: 

It'll be interesting to see who she picks; might tell him a lot about her. 

The side she keeps locked away in ropes of freshly laundered sheets and chains of errands. 

What will she do when, for once, she can't slip away into her usual supporting role; 

when she's the centre of attraction. 

What wildness may leak out?

Her: 

Sigh

What will be the criteria? 

She must be sexy as fuck for sure, pretty, light skin, tattoos, 

educated, a professional, sophisticated, well read, perm, a porn lover, 

he must be the subject matter  -

all eyes on the shaft! 

I can't help but chuckle.

Him: 

Maybe she’ll pick a short, molasses-dark artsy thick girl, 

all curves and softness. 

Musical; 

one that hums when she's going down on her.

He has to remember that he has to get her all into it, 

which means not having her worry about if he's comparing the two of them – 

or if he lusts the other woman better. 

He does hope she picks someone who can follow his cue; 

a proper tag team partner. 

He won't even let the other woman touch him, though she’ll beg to. 

He smiles.

His woman will have that privilege alone; 

she'll get to act out two lusts, not just her own. 

To know he is forbidden and all for her, 

yet she can command the Other to satisfy herself on her Lady alone. 

Christian Grey got it right.

Her:

Sigh.

I really don't want to do this. 

But I can't turn back now. 

I insist we meet at the suite at the Kemberly Hotel. 

I want to "interview" her first. 

The butler lets her in.

6 inch heels, taut body 

Damn, does she live in the gym?! 

Business suit, short cropped hair, pierced nose, 

caught a glimpse of a sleeve tattoo, 

well manicured nails,

Essie nail polish ... 10 points there. 

Shook hands small talk over glasses of Merlot. 

Then I ask, 

“Why are you here?” 

She looks at me without a flinch and replies,

“I want to fuck your husband.”

Rather direct are we.

“And how will you do that” I ask. 

“However YOU want me to.”

 Damn, this chick is on to me. 

“You know the game well; you have the "right" answers.”

She takes a sip of wine, and quips, 

"I know your type. You’re all about pleasing your man but want to make sure that it is not to the point where he is more satisfied by the other woman than you."

Damn straight.

That cleared the air a lot.

We continue to talk-

Politics, fashion, makeup, 

She tells me about her background, career, education, family 

We drink two bottles empty and laugh hard. 

She is funny as hell, great personality, very feminine.

Then she asks if she makes the grade.

I'd rather that my husband's potential lover be my friend, to be honest. 

I finally answer,

“Honestly, I don't know.”

With that, my husband's potential lover leans over and gently kisses me on the lips...  

I'm startled

not so much by what she did 

but by how it felt. 

Him: 

While she's out he goes into the bedroom, to that box at the top of the closet, 

far to the back, where her old notebooks are. 

He'd come across them a little while ago in the course of tracking a leak along the ceiling. 

At first he couldn't believe they were hers: 

his always-put-together, perfectly normal wife, 

always looking out for others and making sure they were happy. 

But there, written in her undeniable hand, were torrid stories of passion, liberation and daring. 

Even some sensual bondage and wax play. 

He hadn't thought she'd ever even had a bikini wax.

Since then he'd go back and read a bit more, a plan forming in his mind. 

All these years they'd had a good love life, 

but these scenarios, though obviously written long ago, 

showed a woman inside his wife that he hadn't yet met. 

And he is dying for an introduction.

The ménage has a particular pull to it. 

No way in hell he'll have another man in his bed, even - especially - with him there. 

But another woman...now that held possibilities. 

What would another type of touch, of kiss, 

of caress bring out in his wife. 

Will she be willing to take a more active role with a woman? 

She's always been more comfortable with him taking the lead, which was usually alright.

But he did wonder sometimes what it would be like

to be awakened by her mouth hot and urgent around him, 

to get a message saying to come home NOW and take her from behind with most of their clothes still on. 

Maybe she’ll only take control from the director's chair, 

like a writer with her characters. 

So perhaps what they need 

is another heroine in their story.

Her: 

I inhale.

The stillness in the room is deafening. 

My husband's potential lover touches my lips again, 

this time with tongue. 

The kiss is 

intense, familiar, soft like a 

a ballet: tongues dancing to a symphony, intertwined, delicate, tips of the tongue - tips of the toes

I pull back. 

Look at my husband’s potential lover. 

Shocked at the wetness between my legs. 

WTF! 

Sensing that I may end the journey, 

she starts to caress my breasts. 

Plucks my erect nipples through the silk blouse. 

Palm rolls them simultaneously.

She slowly opens my shirt, button by button 

unhooks the bra; my breasts are exposed and vulnerable. 

Without hesitation she cups my breasts together and suckles on my nipples. 

Licking and flicking, sucking and pulling.  

I can't move.

I can barely think. 

She pulls me up from the chair and undresses me. 

With the removal of each piece of clothing she folds them neatly and places them on the chair behind her. 

She walks me to the bedroom and gently motions to me to lie on the bed.

I lie on my back

She spreads my legs

Undresses and starts the foreplay from my forehead

Kissing and nibbling and pulling and licking and suckling

Deep throat kiss, rough and aggressive

Back at my breasts, little bites, enough pressure to leave marks - miniature hickeys

Sticks her tongue in my navel

She does this fucking flicking with her tongue that causes me to flex my torso

I find myself waiting, 

wet, and anxious

She nibbles my inner thigh

Plants gentle kisses on the outside of my pussy lips

I grab her head and violently bury her face in my yearning pussy.

I buck my torso to her waiting tongue 

I have never ever, ever

had my pussy eaten like that

My clit suckled almost to the point...

But I'm not ready yet

The tension was intense and sweet 

I don't want it to end

I stretch my legs up

And squeeze my cunt, trying to hold it in

She licks and suckles on my pointed, hard pink and solid clit

The sensation comes out of nowhere and travels throughout my body

I buck and scream and curse and squirm and, and 

I come 

Hard.

A woman made me come

A woman made me come 

with just the flick of a tongue 

and I am satisfied.

I am undone.

Him:

His cell purrs. 

His wife, but she sounds...different somehow. 

Telling him to come over to the Kemberly Hotel; 

she has something to run by him. 

A mind tells him to grab a quick shower, change then go over. 

He finds himself humming as he grabs his keys. 

On the road his mind wanders.

He imagines watching her as the other Lover explores her body with her mouth. 

Hearing her pant as the Lover bites her nipples,

Jutting up like diamond nubs enough to cut glass. 

Her wordless sighs as painted lips suck up along her inner thigh, 

mini-hickeys leaving a trail to high heaven.   

He pictures himself standing above her, bobbing in the air 

as the Lover uses the tip of her tongue to flit up, down and along her dark pink inner walls, 

making Moaning Lisa smile. 

Circling ever closer to the only part of her that's so perfectly a reflection of him,

Hard, proud, demanding succour. 

Watching her thrashing her head from side to side  

begging him to slide deep into her throat.

No

Not yet. 

Not yet. 

This is for her.

All for her.

He guides her hands to grip the Lover's hair while he mirrors the lower motion on her left nipple, 

simultaneously pinching her right sharply. 

Arching himself over her soaked, splayed body 

he grips her legs and pulls them up, spreading her wider. 

By now the Lover will have shot her whole tongue up his love, 

stiffened and searching for every sweet spot and cranny in her nooksie. 

As the Lover comes up for air they lock eyes and, 

in unspoken agreement, 

position themselves to take her right over the edge.

The Lover steps into a strap-on as he binds his wife's legs to the posts at the foot of the bed. Grabbing some ice cubes from the bucket he circles her large deep brown areolas with cold drops, watching as her nipples pebble up and she squirms. 

He leans over to.... 

Ding. 

The elevator opens on the 14th floor; the suite.

He knocks.

His wife opens. 

Over her shoulder he sees another woman in the room, sitting on the bed. 

Both women have a peculiar smile on their faces

His wife slips his coat off and presses herself against him. 

"You smell good" 

"I want you to meet someone"

Leading him over to the bed, she whispers 

"I think I've found someone we'll both like..."

The other woman rises to her knees on the king-sized bed, a sultry, mischievous smile playing around her full lips. 

"Hello Sir. I've heard quite a bit about you. You sound like quite a man"

Beautifully manicured fingers deftly ease his buttons from their homes, 

her hot eyes following their trail down.

Although he'd asked his wife about this, 

here, now, actually in the room with another woman, 

he's caught off guard. 

Can this really be happening? 

Simultaneous bites on the back of his neck and below his navel show reality better than any pinch...

Conversation

There is a knock at the door.
I look through the peep hole, he is standing there.
I am surprise to see him...
“What’s up?” I whisper
“I am” he replies.
With a sheepish grin, I reply... “Oh... I can fix that.”
I got on my knees, in the hallway, at the door
I unbuckle his belt, pull the zipper down, then the pants
His dick is straining against his briefs.
My cat jumps at the sight of this.
I pull his briefs down... his shaft springs out and bounces on my nose...we chuckle at this
I gently suck on the tip of his head
I stick my tongue in it and start to massage him
I close my eyes and relish at the taste of him
I circle the tip of his penis every now again, placing the tip of my tongue on the hole
I take all of him
His entire penis in my mouth, and gently suck on him
pulling him in and out of my mouth like if he is fucking my crotch
he starts to move his hips slowly
I allow him to change the rhythm and create his own pace
he stops periodically, just to feel the moment
I push him from my mouth and suckle on the head of his dick
utilizing my tongue ever so often,
he stops me... and gently pushes his shaft into my mouth
in and out in and out in and out, each time, doing it harder...I am keeping up.
He is my man and I know him well.
I give him a slight grip so he can feel some tightness
his breathing is laboured, he grips the back of my head
in and out in and out in and out in and out
he screams my name
now... I get the full taste of him.

Last Supper

We are not speaking to each other
had a huge fight a few days ago and the tension is thick
I have had enough!
I came home early, showered, dressed in a white cotton dress. The fabric is see-through
No drawers
I prepare his favourite meal
Put a few bottles of his favourite beer on ice
I hear the keys in the door
I know he can smell the aroma of baked salmon down the hall
He enters the house, greets me with a whispered hello.
The last few evenings the greeting was a grunt.
He walks towards the bedroom, I let him know dinner will be ready in 10 minutes
10 minutes flat he walks into the dining room
He is showered and dressed in white draw string slacks and t-shirt
No underwear.
We sit, say a prayer over our meal, and begin to eat.
Silence between us
The only noise in the room is the sound of cutlery hitting against each other
he polishes off his plate
Takes two gulps from the Heineken bottle
wipes his mouth with the cloth napkin
places the napkin on the plate
looks at me and says "now it’s time for dessert"
he gets up, pushes the chair back
bends down, goes under the table and crawl towards me
pushes my dress upand starts to eat my pussy
under there he finds my dress and the seat of the chair soaked with my love for him
his tongue is fixated on my clit.
He moves the tip of his tongue
over and over and over and over my clit
I am weak. I beg him to stop, he ignores my plea.
He thrusts his tongue in and out of my pussy like a small prick,
massages the walls of my cat periodically
again I plead with him to let me go
he muffles “NO!”
He licks and licks and licks and licks
and then he blows.
A wave of passion consumes my body
I explode all in his mouth.
I am wasted.
He pushes the chair back with me in it
he is so strong
he comes from under the table
lays his head on my lap
and whispers "I am sorry and I love you."

Reflection

staring at my reflection in the ceiling.

Morning Coffee

Exiting Grand Central Station these last few weeks. I notice him. Standing in the Starbucks line, for the life of God, I cannot understand how people queue for coffee in a paper cup. He is always there, patiently waiting his turn, habitually reading the NY Times. On this particular day he is reading the travel section. God is this a sign? Even if it isn't I am going for it! “You should consider Barbados for your next trip” I quipped. He looks up, gives me the one over, smiles, looks me dead in the eye and responds “only if you join me.”

Georgia's celebration

I am 6'1, he must be 6'6; dark, slim built, handsome, smooth skin, white teeth, well-dressed, beautiful smile. He walks with a commanding stride, but he blends in. His spirit, warm and inviting. Dear God what a master piece you have created! Fingers are long, I wonder if he plays the piano? There is a woman sitting next to him, she does sit as if she is the queen to this king. Text the host in the middle of her party to inquire, she looks at me and burst out laughing. That is his wife! So my approach strategy just went belly up. OH WELL! lol lol lol