I quickly clutched his dick. Before he could protest, I placed him in my mouth and sucked on him for dear life. I continued to suck while he twisted above my head. I watched his stomach move and he seemed slowly to lose control. I sucked harder, circling his dick with my tongue. I pulled it out and licked on his balls in an upward motion like one would do an ice cream cone, before returning his dick to my mouth. I felt the head of his dick swell and realized that he was about to cum.
I sat on the couch and spread my legs wide for him. He grabbed them as he got on his knees and then plunged three fingers into my wet pussy. He slipped his warm mouth over my clit. He sucked and finger fucked me until I started shaking. After a while, he removed his fingers and started licking the juices from my pussy. He licked my pussy and sucked on my clit once again. Slurping sounds filled the room. I cried out and moaned as loud as I could. He sat on the couch beside me and sucked both of my hard nipples. He sucked and licked them while rubbing my clit.
“Fuck my pussy; fuck my pussy now.”
“Damn, you’re soaking wet.”
I turned around, facing the wall behind the couch with my ass in the air. He licked my soaking wet walls again before he entered my pussy. This time around, sloppy wet sounds filled the basement. I moaned and my pulse quickened as his hard dick moved in and out of me. My body started shaking as he fucked me. I insisted that he fuck deeper inside my pussy and he did, working my entire body. He had to grip my breasts to steady his footing.
“I can’t take any more!” I shouted.
I screamed as loud as I could as I climaxed and then squirted everywhere. He pulled out at the same time, ejaculated, and then dropped to his knees and licked the juices off my pussy. I turned around on the couch to face him.
Afterward, we both had a glass of wine while sitting on the couch. We were both exhausted. We talked a little and he confessed that he still desired for me to draw him in the nude. He also opened up about how lonely he had been. We agreed to see each other more often. That day was the beginning of a beautiful relationship. We are perfect for each other. We are exactly what we need in each other’s lives.
Club Head
Gemini Blaque
I love everything about clubbin’. From the moment I step out of my Infiniti QX56, sashaying through the parking lot on my six-inch stilettos, rocking my hips back and forth to the rhythm of the bass that rises from the asphalt as I make way toward the door to enter VIP; until the time I roll out a little tipsy, still holding my own, flipping niggas to the left as they make their pathetic last attempts to get at me, I feel like I’m in heaven. You know that song by Ludacris? Yeah, he wrote that about me, ’cause this chick right here is bad, and yes, I’m a little hood, and you better believe I do shit that any average chick wish she could; all the while doing it up champagne-style with my two besties.
When my girls and I walk up into the hot spot on any particular night, it’s like we’re on the red carpet. All eyes are on us. Tonight, we’re at Madame Montage’s downtown. My ex, Shay, is working security and tipped me off that some celebrities are supposed to saunter in a little later. She wouldn’t say who; she just said roll through. That place usually isn’t for me, but I said fuck it, called my girls, smoked some kush, and kicked back a double shot of Hennessy and let it ride.
Buzz Buzz “Tri-na calling, Tri-na calling,” the automated lady on my phone announces. Trina and Diamond pulled up just in time to hit the second blunt I had finished rolling. She must be driving her girlfriend’s Charger ’cause I can hear the rev of the engine as well as the bass all the way on the fourth floor of my apartment building. Sure enough, I spy the slick, black and red two-toned, chromed-out Dodge Charger on twenty-fours idling in my complex’s parking lot. I can also see the illuminating glow of the two screens in the headrest and one in the dash, looping porn in an endless eyeful of tits, ass, pussy, and straps.
I shake my head and lick my lips. Every time we ride in this car, I end up having some crazy-ass sexcapade. I guess it’s the addition of the neverending porn on top of my inebriated state that leads me to these crazy adventures, or it could be the type of women I attract when I ride in it. I really don’t know what it is, but whatever the case, tonight I’m ready for it.
My girls are looking on point, as usual. Trina is looking like some damn cayenne pepper in the driver’s seat and just as hot in them red booty shorts and tube top. I always like the way red looks against her high-yellow complexion, like it is vibrating against her skin. Diamond has on a sexy navy halter dress that contrasts beautifully against her flawless redbone complexion. Since her name is Diamond, she feels like she always has to have some bling on, so of course she’s rocking her white gold bangles with the infinity diamonds, two-carat diamond earrings, and her platinum anklet that rests right above her silver Manolo Blahniks.
This bitch must have went to Mr. Andre’s without me. Her strawberry blond sew-in is on point and she’s got a fresh manicure. It’s cool, I’m feeling too good right now to care. I’ll get in that ass tomorrow, though. Plus, I’m looking like an eagle myself, as fly as I am. I’m white hot tonight, literally. I swung by this little boutique downtown a couple of days ago and picked up a white strapless dress. I’ve been waiting to rock this mug since the moment I laid eyes on it and there was no better night than tonight. I feel like white lightning in this little number. Against my deep ebony skin, the dress looks like a star brightening up the night. Even though that trick went to Mr. Andre’s without me, my mani/pedi is still on point and my butters are whipped into a perfect jet-black bob. I must be high as hell already ’cause I look at all of us together and start to crack up. They look at me as if I’m crazy and all I can say is we look like the sexiest American flag I’ve ever seen in our red, white, and blue. Trina shakes her head and slams on the gas.
As we ride toward downtown, I catch a glimpse of the Magnificent Mile. As many times as I’ve seen it, the Chicago skyline still takes my breath away and I feel at home. I moved to Louisiana after high school to go to Grambling, where I majored in computer engineering. I had a really good internship at this computer company, but after a year, I chose to transfer back to Chicago. Even though I hate being cold, this is my home and I can’t see myself being away too long.
I sit back and listen to Diamond and Trina talk about stupid stuff and shake my head. I swear, for these two chicks to be college educated, they talk about the dumbest shit! Usually, I’d start banging on them hoes, but my mind is elsewhere tonight. I haven’t had sex in months, unless you count B.O.B. Yeah, it does the trick, but I can only turn myself on so much. Ever since Shay and I called it quits, trying to find some decent sex has been a hassle. Even though she can be irritating, Shay could lay it down something fierce in the bedroom.
As we pull up, the searchlights are beaming, the velvet ropes are up, and security is posted deep. I guess Shay wasn’t lying when she said it was going to be popping tonight. The crowd is super thick. We pull up to the front so Trina can give the car to the valet. I see Shay eyeing me as we walk up to the door. Any other night, this would irritate the hell out of me; tonight, it doesn’t even matter. From the looks of things, she’ll be busy all night and won’t have time to run up behind me. I have to smile, though; watching her posted up in front of the door in all black with her arms crossed and her biceps flexing I-too-damn-cute. Even though her arms are crossed, I can still see the strain of her breasts against her shirt. I don’t care whether you’re a stud, femme, andro, whatever, I’m a titty freak and love to see a beautiful pair. You better believe Shay had some luscious boobies! Her braids are fresh as well and flow down her back like waterfalls. I can see the edge of her black stallion tattoo peeking out under her sleeve, and I want to lick it clean off.
I peek down at the bunny tattoo on my ankle and smile ’cause we got our tats at the same time. Even though we’re broken up, we’ll always have a connection. See, we’re both in LGBT Greek-lettered organizations. Trina, Diamond, and I all are in KA?, which is by far the elite sisterhood for professional, feminine lesbians, and Shay is in A?Z, which caters to aggressive lesbians. Anyway, I met Shay at her probate a couple of years back when the two orgs were the KA?Z phamily. When I heard that they were probating, I figured I’d roll through and rep that pink, black, and pearl. We hit it off and after our first-year anniversary, we decided to go get our tats together as a gesture of our love for each other and for what had brought us together. So, even though the orgs and our relationship split, not to mention the fact that she works my last nerve, I’ll alwayz have love for Shay. Man, I got to get it together! This trip down Memory Lane has got my mind buggin’. I’m not about to slip up after all this time.
“I.D., please, and the cover is twenty bucks each,” Shay announces and smirks my way. Diamond and Trina roll their eyes and smack their lips as they walk past her. I follow suit and, right as I do, I feel her hands pull me back by my waist.
“Where you think you going, sexy?” she whispers in my ear.
My pussy starts twitching as soon as her lips brush against my ear. My smart mouth melts as soon as I realize she is strapped up and pressing it against my butt. All I can do is flash her a dirty look and snatch away. Before the door closes, I see her flashing them pearly whites and laughing. She realizes that I’m horny. Otherwise, I would’ve cussed her ass out. Damn, she smells good.
As we walk through the inside door, I can already hear one of my jams. It is wall-to-wall lesbos up in here. I feel like Charlie in the Chocolate Factory! It’s so many scrum-diddly-umptious choices, I don’t even know where to begin. So I go to the bar for a quick drink. My favorite bartender is behind the counter. As soon as she sees me, she grins and pours my signature drink: a Grey Goose Cosmo. I must say she is loo
king mighty fine tonight in her black lace bustier, shorts, and red heels. As I approach the counter, she tosses the bottle up in the air and catches it behind her back. She’s trying to impress me. Little does she know, she doesn’t have to do much; she caught my eye a while ago. I peeped that pretty brown skin and those big hazel green eyes a looong time ago, as well as them thick thighs and that phat ass. She thinks she’s cute, leaning on the bar top, pushing up her cleavage and batting her eyelashes. Hell, she is cute and tonight, I have no problem telling her so.
“Hey, how you doing, Ms. Lex?” she oozes over her juicy lips.
“I’m good, Ava. You looking sexy as ever tonight,” I quip as I devour her with my eyes.
She licks her lips and says, “Is that so? Well, maybe you should meet me upstairs a little later and I can show you how sexy I can get.” At that, she hands me my drink.
I take a twenty out of my wallet and slide it in between her boobs, smile, and walk away.
I don’t know how sexy she can get, but one thing I do know is that Ava can make one hell of a drink! Trina and Diamond are already in the middle of the dance floor, shaking their asses on some random chicks, so, of course, I have to go show them chicks how it’s really done. So I finish the rest of my drink and head on over.