sucker. That’s it, it’s so good!! Yes, yes, yes!” Her head flung back, her long hair swung from side to side, covering her face, and she erupted like she was about to pee on herself. Her walls gripped my finger tightly. I could feel her insides contract and release, contract and release, contract and release. Now that is an undeniable orgasm. That, you can’t fake.
She didn’t let me get mine.
But, I will.
I deserved that, I guess.
That release of hers was good to the last drop.
Yes, that Salina is on fire with her controlling ass. Now as you can see though, I can handle a little nasty, horizontal shit talking. Makes it all the wilder with that carnal edge. And to be honest, I’ll continue to hit it every now and then, if for no other reason than to get back at that psycho gargantuan husband of hers. Fool tried to kill me. That’s wild and dominating Salina knocking on the hotel room door right now. Gotta go.
Chapter 10
Georgia
M y mother lives about three miles away, just south of my neighborhood. When I need to go out, or when I’m having company in the early evening, she baby-sits for me with pleasure. I’m an only child and my mom is an only girl, too. Girls run in our family. She would have loved me to marry my deadbeat baby’s daddy before he started trippin'. He accused me of some bogus shit right in front of my daughter. He accused me of being gay. I told that sorry excuse for a man that I love the dick too much to be gay. I just got tired of him being the one-minute man, one day per month. But, anyway, since he tripped like that, I cut him loose. I figured giving him six years of my life was long enough.
While he was with me, he seemed to be someone I could communicate with and someone I had a few things in common with. Like we both love to write. He was a sportswriter for a local news program in Los Angeles. Now he’s an assistant producer for this well-known, forever bachelor sportscaster at NBC.
They hang out after work all the time and that’s what takes him to the strip clubs and nightclubs six nights a week. And so, Stardust came into the picture.
See, I met her first. I was sitting at this bar waiting for my girl to meet me for a drink after work, and this tall woman came over and sat down right next to me. Her generous backside devoured the bar seat while she crossed her long legs. She smiled, flashing picture perfect white teeth against her full, shimmery, ebony lips.
She spoke to the bartender. “The usual.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
A smile spread across her toffee-colored face.
She searched her Gucci bag and glanced over at me.
I gave a nod and looked over toward the front door. And then I looked back at her.
On the bar in front of her, the bartender placed a frosty drink topped with whipped cream. It was a combination of swirled green, with red and brown. She immediately took a huge sip through a wide, black straw, and laid a twenty on the bar. She gave an approving nod.
She took me into her sights again. She was already in mine. “Are you thirsty? You look like you could drink this with your eyes. It’s called a Knockout.”
I giggled. “Looks like it can. Knock someone out I mean. Sorry to be staring.”
She spoke while stirring her drink counterclockwise. “No problem. I just noticed you noticing me, that’s all. I’m just here to enjoy a little relaxation juice.”
“Relaxation juice?”
“You’d better know it. For real.” She stretched out her words.
“Okay?”
She giggled. Her pretty breasts giggled too. Her hard nipples were pointing at me from under her low-cut tee. “And what are you drinking?” Her baby brown eyes were glued to my mouth.
I looked around the room again. “Oh, nothing. I’m waiting for a friend. I’ll order when she gets here.” I scratched the back of my neck.
“My, aren’t you polite?” Her long, thick eyelashes curled up to her eyebrows.
“No, I just don’t drink alone.”
“You’re not alone now.” She flashed
She didn’t let me get mine.
But, I will.
I deserved that, I guess.
That release of hers was good to the last drop.
Yes, that Salina is on fire with her controlling ass. Now as you can see though, I can handle a little nasty, horizontal shit talking. Makes it all the wilder with that carnal edge. And to be honest, I’ll continue to hit it every now and then, if for no other reason than to get back at that psycho gargantuan husband of hers. Fool tried to kill me. That’s wild and dominating Salina knocking on the hotel room door right now. Gotta go.
Chapter 10
Georgia
M y mother lives about three miles away, just south of my neighborhood. When I need to go out, or when I’m having company in the early evening, she baby-sits for me with pleasure. I’m an only child and my mom is an only girl, too. Girls run in our family. She would have loved me to marry my deadbeat baby’s daddy before he started trippin'. He accused me of some bogus shit right in front of my daughter. He accused me of being gay. I told that sorry excuse for a man that I love the dick too much to be gay. I just got tired of him being the one-minute man, one day per month. But, anyway, since he tripped like that, I cut him loose. I figured giving him six years of my life was long enough.
While he was with me, he seemed to be someone I could communicate with and someone I had a few things in common with. Like we both love to write. He was a sportswriter for a local news program in Los Angeles. Now he’s an assistant producer for this well-known, forever bachelor sportscaster at NBC.
They hang out after work all the time and that’s what takes him to the strip clubs and nightclubs six nights a week. And so, Stardust came into the picture.
See, I met her first. I was sitting at this bar waiting for my girl to meet me for a drink after work, and this tall woman came over and sat down right next to me. Her generous backside devoured the bar seat while she crossed her long legs. She smiled, flashing picture perfect white teeth against her full, shimmery, ebony lips.
She spoke to the bartender. “The usual.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
A smile spread across her toffee-colored face.
She searched her Gucci bag and glanced over at me.
I gave a nod and looked over toward the front door. And then I looked back at her.
On the bar in front of her, the bartender placed a frosty drink topped with whipped cream. It was a combination of swirled green, with red and brown. She immediately took a huge sip through a wide, black straw, and laid a twenty on the bar. She gave an approving nod.
She took me into her sights again. She was already in mine. “Are you thirsty? You look like you could drink this with your eyes. It’s called a Knockout.”
I giggled. “Looks like it can. Knock someone out I mean. Sorry to be staring.”
She spoke while stirring her drink counterclockwise. “No problem. I just noticed you noticing me, that’s all. I’m just here to enjoy a little relaxation juice.”
“Relaxation juice?”
“You’d better know it. For real.” She stretched out her words.
“Okay?”
She giggled. Her pretty breasts giggled too. Her hard nipples were pointing at me from under her low-cut tee. “And what are you drinking?” Her baby brown eyes were glued to my mouth.
I looked around the room again. “Oh, nothing. I’m waiting for a friend. I’ll order when she gets here.” I scratched the back of my neck.
“My, aren’t you polite?” Her long, thick eyelashes curled up to her eyebrows.
“No, I just don’t drink alone.”
“You’re not alone now.” She flashed
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