*******WARNING*********
If you do not read erotica or have prejudiced ideas of what erotica is than you do NOT need to read this post. This is the first chapter of a rough draft of a book I started writing a few years ago. I think that the writing bug has bitten me again and I have moved past my previous writer's block. Please keep in mind that some facts have been mixed with fiction. All names have been changed to protect the innocent. (*wink) With that being said, please read, enjoy and comment. I'm still trying to decide on a title. Peace and love.
If you do not read erotica or have prejudiced ideas of what erotica is than you do NOT need to read this post. This is the first chapter of a rough draft of a book I started writing a few years ago. I think that the writing bug has bitten me again and I have moved past my previous writer's block. Please keep in mind that some facts have been mixed with fiction. All names have been changed to protect the innocent. (*wink) With that being said, please read, enjoy and comment. I'm still trying to decide on a title. Peace and love.
Chapter one
It all started like this......
Lost. Confused. Lonely. Frustration. Why do I feel all of these things? Its
crazy the way my mind flits back and forth like Aaliyah thoughts changing so
rapidly. Hard to keep focus on my goal. Always looking for something to soothe
my soul scared of the unknown. Not ready to take the leap. Scared of what it
could mean. Not sure if I’m ready to meet me.
They say real life is stranger than fiction and that you should never say never. I'm a firm believer in both of those statements. Coming from a middle size city where just by growing up there you eventually learn who everybody is and where everybody knows you can be stressful to say the least. My name is Michelle Marie Johnson. I grew up in Greensboro, NC. For those of you with the lost look , its the city where they hold the ACC tourney. Anyway me and most of my family are from here and for the most part stayed here. I grew up in a middle class neighborhood with middle class folk. My mother lived with my grandparents while I was coming up and just kinda stayed there. My father lives in Chicago where I think he should stay. (We might come back to him later.) Anyway, like I was saying ( you have to bear with me, sometimes I lose focus) my city is just small enough and just big enough that everyone can know your name and your business without ever having met you. (But I guess that could be in any town.) I’ve come a long way from there.
That’s part of how I ended up in the Queens City of Charlotte, NC. At the age of 25 I decided I needed a change, packed up my shit, kissed my baby girl goodbye and decided to go. My baby girl. I miss her so much. Everybody thought this move was about me but every thing I do is for her. I had my daughter fresh out of high school, my freshman year of college. I wouldn’t change it then if I could. My daughter is the motivation for everything I do. You see I’m what they call "a jack of all trades, master of none" except for smoking. Yes America, I smoke weed. It came from the earth for us.
Getting back to my story, I came to Charlotte on the strength of a man. Yeah I know its 2006 and understand the whole independent woman thing but this was different. (Or so I thought) see I met this guy online. (I know, I know should have known better) I got bored one night I was home alone and posted some naked pics on this website. Well, these 42 DDs got me more attention than I was looking to get. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not one of those ugly chicks looking for love. I’m 5'3 and a red bone to my heart. I weigh around 170 and have what thefellas call a thick body. Somewhat small waist and wide hips. I’ve never had an ass but could always make up for it with my breasts. (They come in handy sometimes) I have what people call "good hair" though I’ve cut it more times than I care to remember. My hair is the only good thing my daddy gave me besides my complexion. I decided to stop putting relaxers in it so now its super curly. Sometimes I get mistaken for being Mexican or Puerto Rican but its all good . The tattoos I have just make me look all the more Dominican.
So I posted my pics and was online checking my email when I get this IM from some guy. Now this wasn't anything new cause you had to give an email address on your profile for the site. So me and this guy start chatting. He tells me his name is Mike and he moved to NC from Philadelphia, Pa. One thing I forgot to mention-I’m bisexual. So hes trying to see if I can kick enough game to his wife to see if shell do a threesome one day. He decides that he should test me out first. Cool with me. I didn’t have a man and after the last one, I wasn’t looking to fill his place just yet. So we made arrangements for him to come and chill with me in Greensboro. At the time I had a 3 bedroom condo and a roommate on the "white" side of town. Now I will admit the only reason I let him come was because he was so fucking cool. When he first met me he told me, "I’m that nigga." but I thought he was just spittin that shit niggas talk to get the ass. I have to admit that for all my female wisdom I have the mind set and mentality of a man. I guess its because I don’t really hang out with females. So I really thought he was just feeding me a line. But we clicked almost immediately. From the time we talked on the phone until we finally met in person. We had the same attitude about sex, life, people. We liked the same sports, music, and of course we were both smokers.
The day he came to see me my boo was fresh. Top to bottom. From the fresh fitted, to the crisp white tee, to the jeans, to the fresh pair of lo an behold not standard Nike Air Force Ones but the clean fresh pair of Adidas. His skin was a creamy milk chocolate complexion. No blemishes, no marks just soft and smooth. He had a fresh baldy a couple of days earlier but the hair had just started to grow back. He had deep dark brown eyes and the kind of lips that begged to be kissed. I might have fronted when we first met but I knew then and there I had to have him. He was waiting for me at the gas station up the street from my house. I pulled up next to him in my 02 Mitsubishi Galant and hit him with that old Mystikal line- somebody said you was looking for me. Then I killed him with my Colgate smile. I told him to keep up and went to the crib. Let me just say at this point that I drive like a bat out of hell. Kyle petty has nothing on me. We pulled up at the crib and he followed me inside.
We'd had an earlier discussion on the points of having tall beds, so he walked into my room and said, " You have a high bed but it ain’t higher than mine" and sat down. (Just for the record, I have 2 mattresses on my bed and my roommate literally had to jump just to sit on my bed.)
We started watching the NBA playoffs and kicking it with a couple of my people that had come over. You see, my place was the unofficial party and smoke house. It was a guarantee that someone would show up with weed to smoke and a story to tell like Biggie regardless of the time day or night. So me, Mike and my homegirl Cordelia were chilling in my room. Cordelia is cool as hell. Shes from Syracuse, NY and never lost the accent after hitting the south. Cordelia is gay and dates my roommate's best friend. She's as sweet as she can be. Fiercely loyal to her friends, I know if ever I needed backup shes one of the first people I'd call. Cordelia’s the butch type so we call her Dee for short. Dee began schooling me and Mike on the type of relationship we were going to have. She already knew he was married and that this was gonna be a one time thing.
She said, "He's a Scorpio-ho and you’re a Sagittarius so the best thing for y’all to do is keep your feet off the floor and stay in the bed. As soon as your feet hit the floor y’all are gonna be beefing. Stay in the bed and y’all will get along because sex between those two signs is serious." We laughed it off while we were smoking. Can I just tell y’all my boo came through with that fire?! I’m talkin bout by the time we put that blunt out I was flying sky high. After telling Dee no she couldn’t watch us have sex she left and I locked the door.
Mike looked at me and said, " You can't follow directions. I told you when I got here to let the girls free. I wasn’t playing nigga let them bitches go." Laughing because I liked his directness I took off my bra and climbed on the bed. We lay there watching the game and I felt his hand rubbing on my thigh. Then he threw my legs open with such force that I flash backed to Belly. You know, the movie where that sexy ass DMX fucked the shit out of that girl. I’ve always loved a man that could be forceful in the bedroom. He began to slide his finger in and out of my love so smoothly I couldn’t move. I was literally paralyzed. He rubbed, he stroked my clit and added another finger and I almost came. By this point he has me writhing all over the bed. He took his finger out and stuck it in his mouth and sucked off my juices.
Then he looked me dead in the eye and said, " You should be eating my dick right now". Now I had already told this nigga I don’t like giving head. I was spoiled by the men in my life. Giving head was never a request I got and not something I indulged in too often. So I told him that giving head wasn’t my specialty. I started by licking up and down his thick shaft like it was a lollipop before I popped the head in my mouth. I slowly started sucking building up momentum while I swirled my tongue around his head. I could feel him trying to fit more into my mouth but I grabbed his dick with my hand and started jacking the length of him that wouldn’t fit in my mouth. Up and down my head bobbed until I thought I would be dizzy. Finally I lifted my head up and laid back.
"My mouth hurts."
"Well, you lied. You told me that wasn’t your specialty. Nigga you could have fooled me." Then he pulled me on top of him. I could feel all 8 inches and 3/4 throbbing against my clit. My pussy was throbbing to have him inside of me. I didn’t have any condoms in my room so I called my roommate in her room and asked her to bring me a condom. Her part- time boyfriend stuck it under my door and it was on and poppin.
Mike had asked me if I had ever been ridden before and my response was an uncertain, " I don’t know." Let me just say, when a man rides you and knows what hes doing, you don’t forget it. He put that condom and turned me over into my favorite position. Doggystyle. Then he rode the hell outta my ass. I had to grab onto both sides of the bed to keep from falling. Even then, (and I still don’t know how he did it) I ended up on my head . I looked to the left and then to the right and saw his feet planted firmly on the floor even though he was still banging my ass. He had to pull me back onto the bed. I tried to ride him but his dick was so big and thick that once I got on it I couldn’t move. It was like I sat down and it went straight into my guts. He was like, " Move on it. Bounce on it, do something."
" I cant. I cant move. I’m stuck. For real, my legs wont move."
" Dam, nigga I gotta do all the work? come here lil momma, let me show you something." He laid me on my back, put my legs on his shoulders and went to work. All I can say is that day that man put something on me. I had never been put to sleep so good.
I knew he had to get back down the road and it took all of my self-control to keep myself from begging him to stay. I kissed him on the cheek and told him to be safe going down the road because it was a little after 12:30 when he left. He wanted to kiss me on the lips but I told him that was too personal. Besides, I knew if I kissed him then, I would lose all hope of holding onto the "no strings attached" rule that I had in place.
So I posted my pics and was online checking my email when I get this IM from some guy. Now this wasn't anything new cause you had to give an email address on your profile for the site. So me and this guy start chatting. He tells me his name is Mike and he moved to NC from Philadelphia, Pa. One thing I forgot to mention-I’m bisexual. So hes trying to see if I can kick enough game to his wife to see if shell do a threesome one day. He decides that he should test me out first. Cool with me. I didn’t have a man and after the last one, I wasn’t looking to fill his place just yet. So we made arrangements for him to come and chill with me in Greensboro. At the time I had a 3 bedroom condo and a roommate on the "white" side of town. Now I will admit the only reason I let him come was because he was so fucking cool. When he first met me he told me, "I’m that nigga." but I thought he was just spittin that shit niggas talk to get the ass. I have to admit that for all my female wisdom I have the mind set and mentality of a man. I guess its because I don’t really hang out with females. So I really thought he was just feeding me a line. But we clicked almost immediately. From the time we talked on the phone until we finally met in person. We had the same attitude about sex, life, people. We liked the same sports, music, and of course we were both smokers.
The day he came to see me my boo was fresh. Top to bottom. From the fresh fitted, to the crisp white tee, to the jeans, to the fresh pair of lo an behold not standard Nike Air Force Ones but the clean fresh pair of Adidas. His skin was a creamy milk chocolate complexion. No blemishes, no marks just soft and smooth. He had a fresh baldy a couple of days earlier but the hair had just started to grow back. He had deep dark brown eyes and the kind of lips that begged to be kissed. I might have fronted when we first met but I knew then and there I had to have him. He was waiting for me at the gas station up the street from my house. I pulled up next to him in my 02 Mitsubishi Galant and hit him with that old Mystikal line- somebody said you was looking for me. Then I killed him with my Colgate smile. I told him to keep up and went to the crib. Let me just say at this point that I drive like a bat out of hell. Kyle petty has nothing on me. We pulled up at the crib and he followed me inside.
We'd had an earlier discussion on the points of having tall beds, so he walked into my room and said, " You have a high bed but it ain’t higher than mine" and sat down. (Just for the record, I have 2 mattresses on my bed and my roommate literally had to jump just to sit on my bed.)
We started watching the NBA playoffs and kicking it with a couple of my people that had come over. You see, my place was the unofficial party and smoke house. It was a guarantee that someone would show up with weed to smoke and a story to tell like Biggie regardless of the time day or night. So me, Mike and my homegirl Cordelia were chilling in my room. Cordelia is cool as hell. Shes from Syracuse, NY and never lost the accent after hitting the south. Cordelia is gay and dates my roommate's best friend. She's as sweet as she can be. Fiercely loyal to her friends, I know if ever I needed backup shes one of the first people I'd call. Cordelia’s the butch type so we call her Dee for short. Dee began schooling me and Mike on the type of relationship we were going to have. She already knew he was married and that this was gonna be a one time thing.
She said, "He's a Scorpio-ho and you’re a Sagittarius so the best thing for y’all to do is keep your feet off the floor and stay in the bed. As soon as your feet hit the floor y’all are gonna be beefing. Stay in the bed and y’all will get along because sex between those two signs is serious." We laughed it off while we were smoking. Can I just tell y’all my boo came through with that fire?! I’m talkin bout by the time we put that blunt out I was flying sky high. After telling Dee no she couldn’t watch us have sex she left and I locked the door.
Mike looked at me and said, " You can't follow directions. I told you when I got here to let the girls free. I wasn’t playing nigga let them bitches go." Laughing because I liked his directness I took off my bra and climbed on the bed. We lay there watching the game and I felt his hand rubbing on my thigh. Then he threw my legs open with such force that I flash backed to Belly. You know, the movie where that sexy ass DMX fucked the shit out of that girl. I’ve always loved a man that could be forceful in the bedroom. He began to slide his finger in and out of my love so smoothly I couldn’t move. I was literally paralyzed. He rubbed, he stroked my clit and added another finger and I almost came. By this point he has me writhing all over the bed. He took his finger out and stuck it in his mouth and sucked off my juices.
Then he looked me dead in the eye and said, " You should be eating my dick right now". Now I had already told this nigga I don’t like giving head. I was spoiled by the men in my life. Giving head was never a request I got and not something I indulged in too often. So I told him that giving head wasn’t my specialty. I started by licking up and down his thick shaft like it was a lollipop before I popped the head in my mouth. I slowly started sucking building up momentum while I swirled my tongue around his head. I could feel him trying to fit more into my mouth but I grabbed his dick with my hand and started jacking the length of him that wouldn’t fit in my mouth. Up and down my head bobbed until I thought I would be dizzy. Finally I lifted my head up and laid back.
"My mouth hurts."
"Well, you lied. You told me that wasn’t your specialty. Nigga you could have fooled me." Then he pulled me on top of him. I could feel all 8 inches and 3/4 throbbing against my clit. My pussy was throbbing to have him inside of me. I didn’t have any condoms in my room so I called my roommate in her room and asked her to bring me a condom. Her part- time boyfriend stuck it under my door and it was on and poppin.
Mike had asked me if I had ever been ridden before and my response was an uncertain, " I don’t know." Let me just say, when a man rides you and knows what hes doing, you don’t forget it. He put that condom and turned me over into my favorite position. Doggystyle. Then he rode the hell outta my ass. I had to grab onto both sides of the bed to keep from falling. Even then, (and I still don’t know how he did it) I ended up on my head . I looked to the left and then to the right and saw his feet planted firmly on the floor even though he was still banging my ass. He had to pull me back onto the bed. I tried to ride him but his dick was so big and thick that once I got on it I couldn’t move. It was like I sat down and it went straight into my guts. He was like, " Move on it. Bounce on it, do something."
" I cant. I cant move. I’m stuck. For real, my legs wont move."
" Dam, nigga I gotta do all the work? come here lil momma, let me show you something." He laid me on my back, put my legs on his shoulders and went to work. All I can say is that day that man put something on me. I had never been put to sleep so good.
I knew he had to get back down the road and it took all of my self-control to keep myself from begging him to stay. I kissed him on the cheek and told him to be safe going down the road because it was a little after 12:30 when he left. He wanted to kiss me on the lips but I told him that was too personal. Besides, I knew if I kissed him then, I would lose all hope of holding onto the "no strings attached" rule that I had in place.
