A playa hadn’t even stuck a finger down there, but I could tell by her breathing that the pu**y was wet with anticipation. I could literally breathe on her and she would’ve been likely to bust a nut. S**t was getting exciting as hell. A rush of adrenaline was filtering from my heart down to my manhood.
“Braylon…”
Fuck!!!! What the fuck is it!?!?!
“Karima…what is it, lady?”
She stopped to catch her breath for a moment. Kinda sounded like she had been running a marathon or something.
“I’m…oh damn, boy…It’s just that we’re here. Alone. And I’m…I’m scared.”
Scared??? Scared of what?
“Have I ever given you a reason to be scared of me?”
“No…”
Slowly, I circled Karima until she could feel me from behind. My shaft lay between the creases of her cheeks. Her back tightened at the touch while he legs seemed to loch and her ass went firm. Jitters, nerves of the unknown pleasures I was sure to provide…pleasure that she had handsomely paid for.
“And do you think after all this time that I would hurt you?”
“No,” she sighed. “But it’s just this thing. We hadn’t seen each other in so long. I had no idea that things were gonna come to a head so soon. I mean…I want you. Oh, damn, I want you so bad…”
Dragging a stiff member around the edges of her hips and back to the front, I was nearly fu**ing her already and I had yet to stick anything in. Underneath a silky mound of light hair, her folds lay atop the head of my d**k. Had they been able to talk, they would have probably given just as much vocal resistance to go along with a yearning to let me in.
I kissed Karima again, tasting her tongue a bit longer. It was lusty, yet the feelings were mutual. This was supposed to happen. Arranged or not, I was bent on being inside her.
Her pink flesh split like a treasure box, revealing the softest place of her womanly core. As I slid in between her space, inch by inch, it was as if her body forced her to draw me in more until I filled her reluctant desires to give in to the sexual rapture.
Slow thrusts passively ripped her doubts down from the walls of her honeycomb and her nectar spilled over onto me like a river.
“Braylon…”
“Mmmm…”
“Braylon…”
I loved it when they called my name. I didn’t give a damn whether they were screaming it or not, I just loved the sound of my name draping from the lips of another satisfied customer.
“Yes…”
“Braylon…I can’t…”
Can’t what?!?!
That sh*t startled the hell out of me. I’m knee deep inside you and you can’t…Can’t what?!?! Can’t see? Can’t breathe? B**ch, you better speak up…
“Can’t what?”
I stopped my strokes, not getting from atop her just in case she changed her mind, but just enough to look as if I was attentive to what she wanted to say.
“This just ain’t right,” she said. “I’m…I’m engaged.”
Now there is an old saying that my grandmother used to tell me: If you’re not married, you’re single.
Mind you she was never married, but Granny was smart as hell. But I wanted to think about this.
Here was this beautiful blast from my past. I’m inside of her, literally taking her with each pump, and she wants to tell me that she was engaged?
Damn, that was a shocker. And truth be told, I really didn’t give a f**k. And she continued to put up that fight while I pumped…and pumped…and pumped.
It wasn’t her p***y that gave out as she bucked back at my fierce release against her very being. It was her spirit, her mind that gave in to the demand for the flava…
On my d**k, she was free from the rest of her mundane life. She had a choice…like they all do…
And she chose to be B.A.D….
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
A BAD, BAD Man...(part 2)
So…where did I leave off? The talk, right?
Trust me, you wouldn’t have given a damn what we were talking about. You want the sex part. The lusting…busting nuts all over the place…the pleasing screams that you yearn for in your own lives…
Sh*t, what else should I get paid for…because if you were Karima, you’d want me to get down to the chase too.
Neither she nor I had yet to turn on any lights in the room, but it was nothing to feel each others presence. Just that hint of déjà vu in the air. I couldn’t help but think that this time, I was going to have her all my own. Even with the ignorance floating around outside, I was going to take her body for all it was worth and leave just as sure as I came…no pun intended.
“Braylon?”
See…It’s stuff like this. Seriously I thought we were done talking. This wasn’t making up for lost time.
“Yes, ma’am…”
Karima sighed. “What am I doing here?”
Are you f**king kidding me?!?!? This s**t?!?! Right now?!?! Be cool, Bray. Be cool.
“You’re here with me. That should be all that matters”
Things did seem to go sort of fast. From our place on the couch, just two old friends chatting and catching up, to the two of us being alone in a dark room with very little space between us.
I couldn’t tell what was racing in her mind, but her body was speaking tongues to me and they were loud and clear. Her hips fit right in between the grooves of my hands while my fingertips sat slightly at the rise of her ass. The heat of the night had beckoned her to come closer, to finally make it happen; yet, something was still pulling her back.
“Braylon…”
I purposely ignored her call just to move in closer to her. Considering I was taller than her, she still had to look up to me—even with the lights out.
I could’ve whipped her around like I’ve done with some of my “marks” before and just banged her like some rich whore; however, this was something I wanted to savor. Sh*t, I’m entitled to a sensual f**k every now and then.
She exhaled like Whitney Houston as she seemed to breathe in my essence. Still, I felt her pulling away until she finally slipped out of my grasp.
“Braylon, I—I—I know that I have you here and we have this history. And the last time we were alone…Just—Just so many things…”
This wasn’t sounding good. All that damn stuttering sounded like she was about to hit me with some sort of news that was hazardous or something. I was going to have to act quick. This chick was not going to get away from me this time. I mean even though I’m going to get paid, this was a long time coming…
Can’t ya tell how bad I wanted this b**ch to keep saying how long it’s been or how I shoulda/coulda/woulda? Pathetic, right? N***a, please. I’m a pimp.
She couldn’t get out another word before I swept her back into my grasp. She squirmed like a fish, but her lips part opened so easily as I worked her like the world was going to end in a matter of seconds. Her other set of lips you just as easily be parted later. The passionate rage grew within us as I could feel her body get warm and her kisses were becoming just as deep as mine. Instantly, we had peeled one another’s close off. The two of us were standing there.
Naked. Ready to f**k. Sealing a long awaited deal.
I reached out to touch her again; and although it wasn’t cold in the room, she flinched as I ran a finger across her nipple. A twinge of sin crashed against her brain as I touched the other. I could see everything in the midst of nothing at all.
“Braylon…I need to…”
Too many words had been spoken…
In an effort to ease her tension, I kissed her again. The type of kiss that rolls over the cusp of your teeth, tracing the lips just before a luscious bite of twisted greed. I stepped back for a second…just for the reaction.
She smiled wide like she hadn’t been kissed like that in some time. Obliged, she grabbed my wrists. She had feared if she took this any further, some sense of regret might linger..just as her brown, chocolate drop nipples were lingering in my mouth in that very moment.
Karima breathed deeply. While a roaming right hand embraced her right breast, my focus remained on the other, teasing her wilds with an irregular suction pattern that her erect nipples would only feel more pleasure as she tried to remove them from my mouth…
(To be continued)
Trust me, you wouldn’t have given a damn what we were talking about. You want the sex part. The lusting…busting nuts all over the place…the pleasing screams that you yearn for in your own lives…
Sh*t, what else should I get paid for…because if you were Karima, you’d want me to get down to the chase too.
Neither she nor I had yet to turn on any lights in the room, but it was nothing to feel each others presence. Just that hint of déjà vu in the air. I couldn’t help but think that this time, I was going to have her all my own. Even with the ignorance floating around outside, I was going to take her body for all it was worth and leave just as sure as I came…no pun intended.
“Braylon?”
See…It’s stuff like this. Seriously I thought we were done talking. This wasn’t making up for lost time.
“Yes, ma’am…”
Karima sighed. “What am I doing here?”
Are you f**king kidding me?!?!? This s**t?!?! Right now?!?! Be cool, Bray. Be cool.
“You’re here with me. That should be all that matters”
Things did seem to go sort of fast. From our place on the couch, just two old friends chatting and catching up, to the two of us being alone in a dark room with very little space between us.
I couldn’t tell what was racing in her mind, but her body was speaking tongues to me and they were loud and clear. Her hips fit right in between the grooves of my hands while my fingertips sat slightly at the rise of her ass. The heat of the night had beckoned her to come closer, to finally make it happen; yet, something was still pulling her back.
“Braylon…”
I purposely ignored her call just to move in closer to her. Considering I was taller than her, she still had to look up to me—even with the lights out.
I could’ve whipped her around like I’ve done with some of my “marks” before and just banged her like some rich whore; however, this was something I wanted to savor. Sh*t, I’m entitled to a sensual f**k every now and then.
She exhaled like Whitney Houston as she seemed to breathe in my essence. Still, I felt her pulling away until she finally slipped out of my grasp.
“Braylon, I—I—I know that I have you here and we have this history. And the last time we were alone…Just—Just so many things…”
This wasn’t sounding good. All that damn stuttering sounded like she was about to hit me with some sort of news that was hazardous or something. I was going to have to act quick. This chick was not going to get away from me this time. I mean even though I’m going to get paid, this was a long time coming…
Can’t ya tell how bad I wanted this b**ch to keep saying how long it’s been or how I shoulda/coulda/woulda? Pathetic, right? N***a, please. I’m a pimp.
She couldn’t get out another word before I swept her back into my grasp. She squirmed like a fish, but her lips part opened so easily as I worked her like the world was going to end in a matter of seconds. Her other set of lips you just as easily be parted later. The passionate rage grew within us as I could feel her body get warm and her kisses were becoming just as deep as mine. Instantly, we had peeled one another’s close off. The two of us were standing there.
Naked. Ready to f**k. Sealing a long awaited deal.
I reached out to touch her again; and although it wasn’t cold in the room, she flinched as I ran a finger across her nipple. A twinge of sin crashed against her brain as I touched the other. I could see everything in the midst of nothing at all.
“Braylon…I need to…”
Too many words had been spoken…
In an effort to ease her tension, I kissed her again. The type of kiss that rolls over the cusp of your teeth, tracing the lips just before a luscious bite of twisted greed. I stepped back for a second…just for the reaction.
She smiled wide like she hadn’t been kissed like that in some time. Obliged, she grabbed my wrists. She had feared if she took this any further, some sense of regret might linger..just as her brown, chocolate drop nipples were lingering in my mouth in that very moment.
Karima breathed deeply. While a roaming right hand embraced her right breast, my focus remained on the other, teasing her wilds with an irregular suction pattern that her erect nipples would only feel more pleasure as she tried to remove them from my mouth…
(To be continued)
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
A BAD, BAD Man...(part one)
The ride up the elevator was a quiet one. I hadn't been back from my trip with Myra for no more than maybe a few hours and Colony was already putting me to work. Quickly she flashed me one of those "n***@ don't act" smiles. Whenever she wanted me to "meet some people," there was always money involved. But the club was pretty lively tonight before we headed up the elevator, so this really had to be something interesting if she didn't want me to "work" the room downstairs
That chick was really something.
"Jan's been looking around for you," Colony said just as the door opened to the penthouse suite.
WTF!!! I hadn't heard from Jan (Dr. Rix) since the last time we were together...and now she's looking for me through Colony? Was something wrong? Was she ok? Why the hell did she have to go through Colony anyways?!?!?!
The retracting doors opened up to reveal a multitude of rowdy women all over the place. The music was loud and alcohol seemed to be flowing abundantly. Hoots and hollers came from all corners of the room as some of Colony's "other entertainment" pranced around the room. From the looks of it several of the rooms inside the suite; and by the looks of things, all kinda shit was popping off up in there. Probably was nothing more than a bachlorette party.
I was so wrong.
"Ladies...ladies," Colony interrupted. "Let me introduce you to a very talented associate of mine."
Again the catcalls came. Hell, I still had all my clothes on, but it was flattering nonetheless. I had a feeling that was about to change.
If Colony had to introduce me as someone special then she was probably going to give me away to the highest bidder or the one whom the party was for. Several of the women in the room giggled as I walked. But I would have to if I was them. Had you seen me walking through the room like a GQ centerpiece, you would have done it too.
Passing all the ass and muscles being thrown around the room, Colony led me over to a seating area where this fine ass chick, maybe at least 6 ft tall, had been straddled by this dancer and buddy was seriously swinging every inch of himself in her face. She held a bottle of Grey Goose in one hand and her leg up in the other...and that's when she spotted me.
Ever have one of those moments when you know you should've taken advantage of a situation that had presented itself, and something random just totally messed it up? Then you try your best to get things going again and it just never happens?
"That's her...," Colony pointed out. "Paying some good money too."
Oh I bet she did...
"Karima Ashlie...this is..."
Braylon Davis...
After all this time...She had been a diamond in the rough back in the day, yet though all these years, DAMN...
"You two know each other," Colony asked.
Karima was that one chick I was describing in one of those "I wish I could go back" scenarios. Like the way it had been set up, it was too perfect for us to not have hooked up that night.
Her warm, dark eyes displayed a maturity that I had noticed all those years ago. And from the looks of it, it had seemingly served her well. She hadn't grown above her 5'7 frame and she may have put on 5-10 pounds over the years, but to have watched her stalk around a party in some bad ass heels...
Her pecan skin was so smooth as my sure hands ran over her arms, tracing her structure in my embrace...over her shoulders and down her hips. Even in the dark, her matching bra and panties were as evident as her slightly intoxicated nature. Heavy flirting had guided us from bar to bar. Drink after drink gave us the consent that if only for this one time, two fond acquaintances could make up for lost time.
Even though I liked my titties a certain size (which she wasn't), I was still drawn to her curves as she slowly grinded against my waist. The small of her back rested against my abs as she continued to tease my thunder.
We never had come this far before, but it wasn't a secret that at that point, it was seriously all about a f**k. She might have not thought that far...or maybe she was way ahead of me and the cranberry and vodkas we had earlier were just clouding our judgement. I was horny...oh yes. Definitely...and so was she...
But if anything, my thoughts were not only to commit myself to her physical pleasure, but to her mental as well. P***y was some dime a dozen s**t to me back then just like it is now. It was cool to chase the cat a little, but the real fun was getting a woman to commit her mind to the thrill of what was about to happen. She wouldn't be treated like some drunken whore. With these hands, I'd just peel away her insecurities like a grape...and squeeze out ALLLLLLL that woman that often hid beneath those layers.
Kissing hadn't been my thing then, and it really still wasn't now, but watching her smile, rolling her tongue along a slight gap that undoubtedly turned me on, I couldn't help but wonder if--
"How long has it been?"
"Too long," Karima slyly replied"
"Last time I saw you out partying..."
A sheepish grin bore across her glossed lips. Might not have been a good idea to push the conversation that far, but nostalgia normally makes for the best convo amongst old friends.
"The last time you saw me partying," she started. "You, Mr. Davis, were being B.A.D."
That chick was really something.
"Jan's been looking around for you," Colony said just as the door opened to the penthouse suite.
WTF!!! I hadn't heard from Jan (Dr. Rix) since the last time we were together...and now she's looking for me through Colony? Was something wrong? Was she ok? Why the hell did she have to go through Colony anyways?!?!?!
The retracting doors opened up to reveal a multitude of rowdy women all over the place. The music was loud and alcohol seemed to be flowing abundantly. Hoots and hollers came from all corners of the room as some of Colony's "other entertainment" pranced around the room. From the looks of it several of the rooms inside the suite; and by the looks of things, all kinda shit was popping off up in there. Probably was nothing more than a bachlorette party.
I was so wrong.
"Ladies...ladies," Colony interrupted. "Let me introduce you to a very talented associate of mine."
Again the catcalls came. Hell, I still had all my clothes on, but it was flattering nonetheless. I had a feeling that was about to change.
If Colony had to introduce me as someone special then she was probably going to give me away to the highest bidder or the one whom the party was for. Several of the women in the room giggled as I walked. But I would have to if I was them. Had you seen me walking through the room like a GQ centerpiece, you would have done it too.
Passing all the ass and muscles being thrown around the room, Colony led me over to a seating area where this fine ass chick, maybe at least 6 ft tall, had been straddled by this dancer and buddy was seriously swinging every inch of himself in her face. She held a bottle of Grey Goose in one hand and her leg up in the other...and that's when she spotted me.
Ever have one of those moments when you know you should've taken advantage of a situation that had presented itself, and something random just totally messed it up? Then you try your best to get things going again and it just never happens?
"That's her...," Colony pointed out. "Paying some good money too."
Oh I bet she did...
"Karima Ashlie...this is..."
Braylon Davis...
After all this time...She had been a diamond in the rough back in the day, yet though all these years, DAMN...
"You two know each other," Colony asked.
Karima was that one chick I was describing in one of those "I wish I could go back" scenarios. Like the way it had been set up, it was too perfect for us to not have hooked up that night.
Her warm, dark eyes displayed a maturity that I had noticed all those years ago. And from the looks of it, it had seemingly served her well. She hadn't grown above her 5'7 frame and she may have put on 5-10 pounds over the years, but to have watched her stalk around a party in some bad ass heels...
Her pecan skin was so smooth as my sure hands ran over her arms, tracing her structure in my embrace...over her shoulders and down her hips. Even in the dark, her matching bra and panties were as evident as her slightly intoxicated nature. Heavy flirting had guided us from bar to bar. Drink after drink gave us the consent that if only for this one time, two fond acquaintances could make up for lost time.
Even though I liked my titties a certain size (which she wasn't), I was still drawn to her curves as she slowly grinded against my waist. The small of her back rested against my abs as she continued to tease my thunder.
We never had come this far before, but it wasn't a secret that at that point, it was seriously all about a f**k. She might have not thought that far...or maybe she was way ahead of me and the cranberry and vodkas we had earlier were just clouding our judgement. I was horny...oh yes. Definitely...and so was she...
But if anything, my thoughts were not only to commit myself to her physical pleasure, but to her mental as well. P***y was some dime a dozen s**t to me back then just like it is now. It was cool to chase the cat a little, but the real fun was getting a woman to commit her mind to the thrill of what was about to happen. She wouldn't be treated like some drunken whore. With these hands, I'd just peel away her insecurities like a grape...and squeeze out ALLLLLLL that woman that often hid beneath those layers.
Kissing hadn't been my thing then, and it really still wasn't now, but watching her smile, rolling her tongue along a slight gap that undoubtedly turned me on, I couldn't help but wonder if--
"How long has it been?"
"Too long," Karima slyly replied"
"Last time I saw you out partying..."
A sheepish grin bore across her glossed lips. Might not have been a good idea to push the conversation that far, but nostalgia normally makes for the best convo amongst old friends.
"The last time you saw me partying," she started. "You, Mr. Davis, were being B.A.D."
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