X Marks the Spot

He watches her methodically undress in the dimly lit hotel room while he stands at the head of the bed. His shoulders are rigid and his back is erect. His rangy limbs are squarely planted on ten and two of his body.

She reaches behind her own back and unzips her long floral dress. The dress slips from her shoulders and allows it to glide to the floor. The silk pools around her feet before she sneaks a glance over her shoulder to see if his attention has been obtained. His eyes are fixed in her direction but his face is unmoved.

She returns to undressing by side-stepping from the middle of the floral fabric around her ankles, her stiletto heel briefly getting snagged in the mess. Her full, natural breasts hang like pumelos on her chest.

When she turns to look at her prospective lover again, his back has relaxed and his nimble fingers have gone to work on unzipping his pants and unbuttoning his shirt.

She turns away again to smile before sensually bending over to collect her dress from the floor. Her round behind separates ever so slightly, allowing him to see a flirtatious wink from her inner thighs.

Her heels subtly click across the floor adding to the soundtrack of scarce traffic flashing past their hotel window. A train horn sounds off in the distance. With her dress now neatly draped across the back of the rickety office chair, she’s ready to follow his remaining instructions.

Her heels click-clack to the hotel dormitory’s entrance. She uses the extra locks to secure the doorway. She looks over to him again. His button-down shirt and slacks are halved over his folded arms. The pair is separated by the bed and his tight, white boxer briefs.

She reassures him by crawling across the bed to him and taking his clothes from his arms.

“Come,” she says seductively.

She leaves his clothes on the bedside table and leans back on the bed. Her long, lean legs spread on each side. He leans over her, his lips stiffly pressing against hers. She uses her tongue to part his lips, his jaw goes slack then their lips engage in a game of cat and mouse.

Using her stilettos as leverage, she digs them into the bed, squeezes her thighs around his waist, then inches him and herself further onto the bed. She digs her teeth into his bottom lip before sucking on it to soothe the sting.

He winces a bit before striking his hand against her throat to give a gentle but stern reminder of their arrangement. Her vagina tightens with anticipation for what’s to come.

He bites her bottom lip in return, then her chin and along her jawline. Her heart skips a beat when he moves down the side of her neck, a small distance beneath her ear. His bites burn with pleasure. Her soft moans feed his flame. Her hands travel the length of his back, her ankles are now crossed delicately around his waist.

She can feel his bulge against her. Her moans plead for him to silence the aching in her most private part, her deepest secret. She uses her fingers to tickle the band of his briefs, his hands catch her wrists then pin them over her head.

Her hips gyrate on his bulge to continue beckoning his phallus, but he continues to take his time.

Coming soon…

photo credit: stefan kuhn

He Was Quite the Performer

I don’t where to start! This is so crazy to me. Alright, so I went on vacation with my friends for my birthday. We went back and forth for weeks trying to decide where we were going to go but finally came to the decision that we would go to Miami for eight days. I can’t tell you how happy I am that we decided to make this happen.

So here we are like a bunch of old ass women walking down the strip with a map. Yes, we had a map. Some guy in the hotel parking lot sold it to us for five bucks. And no, the hotel wasn’t the greatest on Collins Avenue, but it was affordable and since we already established that we wanted to be out and about as much as possible, it didn’t make much sense to get an expensive hotel room.

We finally found Wet Willies and settled in for a bit. I surveyed the beach around us and took note of all of the beautiful women and sexy men socializing nearby. It was nice, to say the very least. I separated from my girls for a bit; I wanted to take the scene in without the gossiping and picture taking. This is a big year for me and I wanted to truly bask in the moment.

So I’m walking and gazing when someone pulls up on my left. I squinted a little bit because the driver looked familiar but I couldn’t place him. The five seconds of eye contact felt like forever. He finally broke the silence and asked me if I was going to get in his car or keep staring. His southern drawl and the familiar way he curled his full lips almost had me faint. It hit me who the man is; I mean am I blind or just plain oblivious?

This is the part that kills me because I can’t tell you who he is and y’all going to think I ain’t shit but I got in the car. I didn’t even text my girls. When this man calls you over, you do not turn him down. Okay, so we’re driving in silence for a few and my heart is racing but I’m still trying to play it cool. I’m just like, chilling out and we’re vibing to the music.

And we weren’t listening to his music either. He had Smokey Robinson playing so that to me says he is not really as narcissistic as he portrays himself. Finally he breaks the silence and of course, he was a little rude at the same time. I wasn’t feeling that but again, when this guy says ‘Come,’ you don’t say no and you fully expect to be coming shortly thereafter.

He had said something about me being too quiet and suggested that maybe he should drop me off somewhere. I was a little ticked off and panicked at the same time. What should I do? Do I pull his dick out and start sucking? Maybe I should start sucking on my own damn titties. I didn’t know! He’s probably had sex with every woman on earth at this point. What can I possibly do differently?

Inwardly, I was a mess but outwardly, I was cucumber cool. So I narrowed my eyes in his direction and told him that he would never know how much I can be if kicked me out of his car. Y’all, I thought I was being so clever but he laughed at me! Well, it was more like a scoff. Kind of like he wasn’t impressed with my response.

My gears started turning again and I was back to square one thinking, “quick, girl, pull that man’s dick out and start sucking!” I started to get so lost in my own thoughts that I did not notice him pulling into a long driveway. We pulled up to a mostly glass house. He got out and headed to the door and I sat in the car stupidly for a moment until I realized that he was not going to open the car door for me.

I jumped out of the car and sped walked to catch up with him. He looked over his shoulder at me like he doubted my ability and was second guessing his decision to pick me up. I felt so silly at this point and it was all I could do not to faint. So we walked into his home and it’s just as gorgeous as you can imagine.

The floors in the foyer were white marble and there was a wide staircase branching off to the right with a wrought iron chandelier in the middle of the ceiling. When I looked over to the left, there was another room that resembled a party hall with peach marble flooring and a baby grand piano in the middle of the floor. Despite being extremely impressed with the entry, I stayed cool.

He walked past the stairwell in the entry and took me to a doorway just past the steps that had another stairwell going down. These stairs spiraled down to a dark room and at this point, I should have been apprehensive but I was still on a high from even being in his presence. He reached behind for my hand and I eagerly took it.

His hands were so soft! We stopped on the stairwell and he pushed my back against the wall and kissed me. He took his hands and slid them up and down my back as he gently dug his fingertips in. I was breathing heavily as our lips crushed into each other. I could feel myself being lifted in the stair well and pressed harder against the wall. I bit and played with his full bottom lip. This could have been my imagination but his lips and tongue tasted so sweet. I could feel my panties over flowing as he crushed me against the wall.

We continued this way only for a short time. As he let me down, he bit my neck. I had tears in my eyes because I was so engaged and I did not want to stop. We were only making out but it was exactly how I imagined it would be. His kisses were full of passion just like his music. There was nothing about this moment that was overrated.

We continued down the stair well and into his finished basement. There was a large oak bar on the left and a small theater on the right. The carpet was the standard cream color but it was plush. He took his shoes off so I followed suit before I crossed the room in the direction of the theater. I turned to face him as I paced backwards. He started to undress as he walked in my direction. His frame was beautiful and his skin was smooth. I slowed my pace so that he could have his chance to catch up to me and I would then have my chance to rub against him.

“Come here, girl,” he said with the same sexy smirk in all of his videos.

Meeting J. Cole

I was up next to perform at the open mic night showcase in Brooklyn. Taste the Stage had become my second home after attending for a few months and I was ready to greet my guests. I stepped on to the small stage after a warm welcome and proceeded to belt the first verse to “Canto a Yemaya.”

Ya le recé a Xangó 
ya le imploré a Oyá 
también pedí clemencia a Olofín 
y hoy le canto a Yemayá 
y Oxum caridad del pobre 
Yemayá, mi guía espiritual

Virgencita, yo que soy tan pobre 
sólo clamo por la tranquilidad 
de mi familia, de mis amigos 
sólo clamo por la tranquilidad

The band and the crowd fell silent as I continued to sing without the music. This song I listened to every morning and every evening had become my bread and wine. I didn’t practice Santeria; hell, I barely knew what it was but the lyrics of this song and the beautiful Afro-Caribbean rhythm speak to my soul. I had to share this feeling.

I squeezed my eyes tight and held my hand to my belly. With every word I could feel a weight being lifted from my chest. My hips slowly began to sway to the beat and then my feet started to join in. I felt like I was dancing with someone. Towards the end of the song, I finally opened my eyes to see that some of the members of the audience got up to dance as well. Once I had finished my rendition, there was an eruption of applause. I thanked the crowd and hurried back to my table.

I was so flustered that I didn’t even notice him sitting in the booth next to the table I was sharing with my friend. She and I made Wednesdays our date night away from our kids; I was eager to hear her thoughts on my set. Before I could ask her anything, she pinched my arm and nodded to his booth.

I had no idea who this guy was. He looked a little familiar but I couldn’t place him. He grabbed the notebook and introduced the next performer. Once they stepped up, he reclaimed his seat in the booth next to me and my friend. I don’t know, maybe it was my imagination or maybe it was wishful thinking because it seemed to me there was a connection between us. Our eyes kept meeting and you know, we would smile a little bit. There was something brewing.

When I told my homegirl about this connection, she laughed and told me his name. J. Cole? Never heard of him. He’s a rapper. She also made a point to mention that he would never be involved with a brown skinned beauty like myself. That’s fine. I’m not truly interested anyway, right?

For the rest of the night, I crushed on everything about J. Cole from his knowing smirk to his laid back demeanor. His presence spoke for itself without the loud and excessive jewelry. I chatted with my homegirl a while longer while keeping a steady eye on J. He was laughing and speaking casually to his entourage and a few others between sets.

This is when he blew my mind. He stepped to the mic and began to perform a spoken word piece. It was so sexy. I loved to hear him talk about his struggle. There is so much power behind his words. So anyway after his set, it was time for band games. This is when the band played tunes and we, the audience, had to guess the song. I saw J. lean over to NJOB, the host, and whisper a request for the next tune.

No one got it. The band kept performing the same snippet and BAM, it hit me what the song was and I jumped up screaming the title. He smirked. I guess I was too excited but the audience was pleased and most importantly, so was he.

All in all Taste the Stage was amazing as usual. I was picking over my catfish nuggets when a rugged voice with a subtle southern accent whispered in my ear. In the flesh, shoulder to shoulder, I sat with J. Cole. He spoke to me like he knew me for ever. His smooth words were so hypnotic and of course, I can’t get into detail but his words sent chills through my body.

I mean at the end of it all, I left with him. His boys went their way and my homegirl went with them. We hopped in his car and drove to the Westin in Jersey City. It was around five in the morning at this point and I was tipsy and tired. The conversation was sexy but polite. J wasn’t crude or disrespectful, he put the moves on just right.

My life started to imitate art once his song about morning sex whispered on the radio. I couldn’t turn him down now, could I?

To be continued…..