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The Pussy Whispers
Dean Jéan-Pierre
Copyright © 2010 by Dean Jéan-Pierre
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Dean Jéan-Pierre, 1968
ISBN: 978-0-615-35426-2
ISBN: 0615354262
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed either are products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously.
The Pussy Whispers
Copyright 2010 by Dean Jéan-Pierre
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cknowledgements
I suppose it would be right, and it is right to thank God first of all like everybody else does. Thank you, God for whatever talent you have blessed me with to this point in my life. Thank you to Pascale Jacques, CalmWaters Entertainment Group, Inc., for all your insights, hard work and dedication to get this project off the ground and finished. Thank you to Rachel Deveaux for your help in editing the stories. I would imagine reading so much erotica over and over would drive one crazy. I appreciate it immensely. Also, a special thanks goes to Ms. Cynthia M. Colbert for her assistance in helping to design the Pussy Whispers vision for the book cover. Everyone who helped bring this project to life or inspired me: Holden Caulfield, J.D. Salinger, Mark Moross, Dewanna Planter, Michelle Brandy, Lesa Gilbert, Billy Pilgrim and Deanny Jean-Pierre. Thank you!
To all my English teachers who urged me to write. I don’t know if they thought I would be writing erotica…oh well. Thank you!
Thank you to everyone who has taken the time out to read my stories and offered their critique and insights.
Table of Contents
The Pussy Whispers 6
After Office Hours 11
Fruit Salad Dessert 36
Every Time We Make Love 48
Twenty Fingers, Two Tongues and Something Hard 50
Floor 6…9 82
Cinnamon Strawberry 105
Sweet Fragrance of Passion 115
Pussy Purrs Meows and Moans 118
She Loves Him (Ode to Jill Scott) 120
Sweet Whispers of Sensual Ecstasy 124
Delicious Home Cooked Meal 127
Dinner is Served 137
I Still Love My Husband…But 139
When No One is Looking 151
The Man Who Didn’t Eat Pussy 161
Beautiful Release of Pleasure 177
Room 104 179
Crack Dick 199
The Sexy Marriage 216
The Sweet Dick Down 232
My Sweet Addiction 277
One Last Come Before He Died 279
You Own Me 307
Submission 344
The Pussy Whispers
Every woman’s pussy has its own distinctive moans, screams, whispers, texture, and flavor. It’s as if it has an internal DNA code that is locked safely away in her G spot and inside the deep pool of her honey nectar sweetness. Only the talent of an especially persuasive tongue or dick, with magical depth perception and width expansion can elicit the whispers that will make her reveal all of her secrets to you in torrents of orgasmic pleasure. The pussy will not just whisper for any old smooth licking tongue that cunnilingus along and demands to taste its most private and treasured secret that has been known to suck men into a honeycomb coma and drive them crazy with desire. Just merely sticking your tongue in a honey pot won’t get you any honey. You might get a drip, but what is a drip when you can drink from the entire pot if you are patient, gentle, and deserving of a pussy’s entire honey nectar.
A pussy whispers softly like a gentle breeze caressing your face seductively when it finds a man who is worthy of kissing all four of her lips with equal fervor. Even after his thirst has been quenched, a man who relishes a tongue bath in the fountain of nectar passion because his pussy’s needs haven’t been completely satisfied is a man who understands. He understands that when his pussy whispers for more tongue or dick, he has to quiet that whisper down until all is silent and his pussy smiles with wet content.
The whispers of a pussy is a hushed breath so low that only another pussy in the immediate radius of its throbbing heat of arousal can hear this whisper of its initial attraction to the male species. It is a mating call of a slow drizzle of pussy nectar that moistens her lips and slowly drifts into the air. When it merges with a woman’s perfume, any man within the vicinity of this powerful aphrodisiac becomes inebriated from the combination of pussy nectar and the latest perfume created by a myriad of today’s music and movie stars. A woman does not have to say her name or even smile at a man; the scent of her honey nectar floating through the air will bring the desired man to her, and when she does smile at him, an extra dosage of nectar is triggered and released into the air. The seduction has begun, and we are powerless to resist the whispers of a pussy in full throbbing mode.
Many men through the years have laid false claims to knowing the secrets that will release the fountain of pussy nectar (cunt, vagina, twat, punani, putang), that would make a woman’s pussy sing like an angel or meow like a cat in heat. Truth be told, a pussy is like a combination lock, and without the right sequence of perfect tongue strokes, it is highly unlikely that it will whisper its most intimate wettest secrets to you. It is only an act of patience, a seductive tongue tease, an assortment of deep and shallow probes, combined with aerobic swirls, probing licks, and soft kisses, that will seduce a pussy into releasing the warmth of its nectar unto your tongue. A man can talk a good game of flirtation and seduction that will initially make a woman interested, but his tongue has to be able to do more than just talk a good game; it has to be a seeker of hidden pearls, a treasure finder, and be able to slide in and out of every moist crevice of a woman’s nectar pussy to elicit moans of whispered passion that will resonate in his ears and throughout her body long after she has come. A nimble tongue records the sequence or the path of every tongue twist and curl that makes a woman’s pussy bloom on your tongue and feed it nature’s sweetest nectar passion. The tongue is an amazing instrument, melodically in sync with the brain to create muscle memory that allows it to precisely repeat its tongue strokes. Once the taste buds of the tongue has been aroused, and the first drop of honey nectar dew wets the papillae, the tongue becomes inebriated from the taste; the scent of fevered moist passion sends it on a natural high to extract more honey and incessant pussy whispers to keep it tasting and swallowing sweet nectar all throughout the night. There are times when the nectar of a pussy is so sweet, and the whispers so hypnotic--that men have been known to suck on a woman’s quivering lips while she sleeps and wake her with an early morning tonguegasm. Sleep is still in their eyes as they wake up, and they don’t even know if they are going—but they do know that they are coming.
The whispers of a pussy can be further enhanced, and taken to a swe
lling of pleasure, when a man is able to wield the power of his dick in concert with the thirsty hunger of his tongue. Most men often misunderstand the dick as the only tool in their arsenal to bring a woman to her orgasmic peak, but in truth, it should be the last. By the time a man gets down to filling the swollen lips of his woman’s pussy, she should be so wet and intoxicated with passion, that all four of her sweet lips are literally quivering to be filled with the throbbing heat of his manhood. Making love to your woman is like a long slow dance. Even if you are not having sex with her, you are laying the foundation for everything that is to come, and the pleasure that both of you will receive. The feel of your body against hers, the scent of your cologne turning her on, whispered words of passion as you fit her body into yours, starts the drizzling of passion between her moist lips that will soon welcome you into her heaven. You have to fuck her mind with your words thus creating the images of passion before you can sexfucklove her body. The tongue is a man’s secret weapon to incite a woman’s thoughts with erotic images, and those images cause a rippling quivering effect to start the pussy whispering and moaning even before penetration has been achieved.
The pussy will moan for a man before he makes love to a woman or dicks her down to within an inch of her life. Her whispers and moans turn into cries of sheer joy and amazement, but it will not be an audible moan or whisper to let you know that her flower is slowly opening to receive you. The moans will be the yearning look of ravenous passion in her eyes as she silently tries to convey to you that you are fucking her. That she is making love to you. Her lips, when they part slowly, open with moistness. The unchanged look in her eyes is her silent acknowledgment to you that as you continue to arouse her, the sweet ripe lips hidden between her thighs will be yours to taste, fill, and whisper any words that you want it to say. You will hear the fevered whispers of her pussy when you hold her close, and her skin is on fire from the sun throbbing between her thighs. It is a fire so intense that it will enflame everything around you. When you taste her lips with your tongue and kiss her for the first time, her pussy will moan against the throbbing heat of your manhood, and you will know. Her pussy whispers for your touch, your kisses, your tongue, and to be filled with the thickness of your probing manhood.
When a woman’s pussy whispers to you, it is a call to action that you must answer with a fervor that will turn her whispers into sweet moanful music. A melody that you will continually hear each time you make love or dick her down because she is happy. She has exposed her truest sexual self to you, and you reveled in her nakedness without a second thought of backing down. Her pussy whispered and the right man stepped forward to do what a woman requires of her man, which is to love her mind, body, and soul. While he is doing all of that, he must also ravish and devour her pussy until all her moans and whispers have lost their voice and all she can do is close her eyes and smile.
2/18/09…1:10pm
After Office Hours
The flurry of erotic texts flying back and forth all day between them overwhelmed Stacey. Every time her inbox lit up with Duke's name, a heat would circulate throughout her entire body and her fingers trembled as she read his seductive words of passion, lust and desire. She would slowly trace her fingertips over her blackberry screen and fully absorb the passion of his words, and every syllable felt like his dick was probing the tightness of her moist pretty wings. Sometimes, she would try to anticipate the next message from him and have her blackberry either between her thighs or against her chest so that the vibration felt like sustained throbs of dick-pounding thrusts invading her sweet pussy.
She had it bad!
If she closed her eyes tightly enough, and cleared her mind of all work distractions, Stacey could feel his warm breath tickling her ears and making her pussy wet like an early morning May shower. Sometimes her pussy became so wet that she had now taken to bringing an extra pair of panties to work just in case she had another unexpected orgasm. Last week, while texting Duke and speaking to a client at the same time, he made her come in her panties so hard that she had forgotten that she was on the phone with a client and moaned loudly. An awkward silence had ensued before they got back to business.
This is the kind of power he held over her that no man had before—not her ex-husband, nor previous boyfriends. None of them had been able to release the true submissive woman in her. It had always been there; anxiously waiting to be released, but they didn’t know how to set it free and thus make her into the passionate woman she yearned to be. Surprisingly, Duke had been able to do, in a short time, what men before him could not accomplish. Maybe it was his smile or his casual manner that threw her off guard, and she lowered her defenses to allow him inside her sanctuary.
They had met a few weeks ago when Duke worked in her building on a temporary assignment. He stopped by to introduce himself and it all seemed innocent to Stacey. She appreciated him saying hello without the requisite come on that most men approach women with before they even know their names, whether they’re married, or even interested in becoming involved. He was attractive enough but nothing to get your panties wet, or to fantasize about. His head was clean-shaven, thick eyebrows, sensual brown eyes, and lips that looked like they had made a few women scream his name during his lifetime. He was a shade darker than her light complexion, and at 5’11 stood three inches taller than Stacey. It always starts innocently enough, and before you can catch your breath, you are riding the dick of a man and calling him names that you swore you would never call any man.
Today, her mind had wandered to him a few times and lingered on what he might be doing and to whom he might be talking. Every orifice in her body screamed to have him inside of her aching pussy and etching his name permanently inside her pink walls. Two weeks without having him inside of her had been pure torture for Stacey. She had laughed when she heard her girlfriends talk about worshipping some guy's dick as if it was an erectile god that could cure the ails of any woman and could feed the countless hungry pussies all around the world, with a nut or two still to spare for anyone who wanted seconds. Now she had quickly become addicted to his kisses, the way he set her body on fire so easily, and the constant insane cravings she had to suck his dick and having him stretch her pussy walls with his thickness. Days after they had first made love, Stacey could still feel his fat dick pulsating inside of her as he laid claim to her body and mind. It was only Tuesday, and Saturday seemed so far away until they would meet again for the second time. Her body craved for a taste of his flesh or anything that was attached to him that could satiate her hunger until he could dick her down again. When a woman is incessantly craving a dick, it becomes a lifeline to the next moment, the next day. Until you can feel that same intense feeling again, everything you do doesn't seem to hold the same importance as it once did. Only when you can come again with the same fervor and intensity, will the haziness dissipate and glorious sunshine make its triumphant return to prominence.
There is sometimes no rhyme or reason why certain women have the ability to inspire a man's desires, making him crave her constantly. Duke had craved others before Stacey. He had indulged in the feathery sweetness of full lips and pussies that could make a grown man weep like a baby as he begged to be let back into the sanctuary of her heavenly wetness. With Stacey, she intoxicated his senses with just the sensuality of her laughter, how she would blush furiously whenever he said something naughty. He would imagine her pussy lips blushing with the same pink hue as her cheeks. The good girl image that she had carefully cultivated over the years was under intense attack from Duke with every conversation, every word, every kiss and every time he was in Stacey's presence; he was infiltrating her defenses and was now settling deep inside of her. Duke knew he had her. He knew that she would do anything he asked of her because she did not want to disappoint him.
Stacey felt alive as if she was living on the edge, and for the very first time, embracing her true sexual self without having to apologize to anyone for craving her sexual desires to be comple
tely satisfied. Saturday could not come fast enough for her to let Duke hurt her pussy ever so sweetly with his beautiful long dick strokes. She shivered as she closed her eyes and imagined him inside of her.
At 5 p.m., the office was ghost town as everyone tried to beat the traffic getting out of Virginia and into D.C. and Maryland. There is usually no way around traffic during rush hour therefore Stacey usually left an hour later and spent that time catching up on emails while listening to the Michael Baisden Show on WHUR. Although Stacey thought Baisden to be an arrogant SOB, she still thought his show topics were timely and always informative for his audience. Today's show was about addicted women who were damn near losing their ever-loving horny minds with constant cravings for the dick, and everything else that came with it. Stacey almost spit out her Kiwi-Strawberry juice drink when she heard the topic. Was the universe trying to tell her something? Were her moon and stars aligning for a perfect storm of monsoon cum weather? Baisden read a recent survey conducted in a popular women's magazine about the five signs to know when your pussy has been whipped more than a black child’s ass by his parents:
You Know You Are Addickted When:
1. The sound of his voice sends your already turned on body into shivers and just sucking his dick can give you an orgasm. You have never relished sucking a dick as much as you do now because every suck of his throbbing head can make you come without him even penetrating you.
2. You wake up screaming his name in a pool of your own cum and you masturbate multiple times while enjoying a picture of his dick on your computer or cell phone while sitting at your desk at work. You also made sure to send his dick pictures to your multiple e-mail accounts—just in case they somehow were accidentally deleted from one account—you will have extra copies.
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