I remember the first time we made love. Do you? It was the night your daughter was born. You came to visit me after leaving the hospital and spoke with an endearing childlike excitement about the beauty of watching your child make her grand entrance into the world. I watched your eyes sparkle like diamonds and dance like the wind and I became so jealous. Your wife had given you the most exquisite gift in the world. I wanted to prove to you that I, too, could give you something that no one else had ever had. You held me close and I felt your nature expand and rise against me. The hardness of your dick ignited a fire inside that burned to my core and consumed me with passion. The longing in your dark eyes and the tenderness of your kiss told me that you wanted me, too. All of me this time. Your hands were soft and sensuous as they stroked my slender back and made me limp in your strong arms. Carefully, you orchestrated removal of my silk nightgown, leaving me standing there naked and completely vulnerable to you. I didn’t care that you were married or that your wife had just given birth only two hours earlier. For that moment, in that place, you belonged to me and to me only. As you undressed, I saw heaven for the first time in my life. Your beautiful chocolate skin looked as if it had been kissed by the sun. Your taut muscles and glistening brown flesh made me slick with anticipation. The sensation of my firm nipples against the silky soft hairs on your hard chest sent powerful waves of ecstasy through my entire body.
I remember the savory taste of your manhood and how deeply you moaned as I gently sucked the tip before taking it in whole. My body became electric and I craved the orgasm that your thickness would provoke. When you couldn’t take it anymore, you bent over and grabbed my waist and flipped me over. My insides throbbed as you softly sucked my subtle breasts and my body trembled uncontrollably as you worked your way down to my clit and began to tease it with your tongue. Shit, you made me feel so damn good! My hips joyfully danced to your rhythm. You came up and kissed me softly on the lips, allowing me to be hypnotized by the redolence of my own nectar. I gazed expectantly into your beautiful brown eyes as they affirmed there was more to come.
You were so gentle as you deeply and perfectly filled my juicy virginness; making me feel more like a woman and less like a little girl. Tears of joy and pain rolled slowly down my hot face as you became more in tune with my pussy, gliding your rod in and out with smooth easy strokes. Our bodies melted together as we thrust and writhed and loved and fucked for what seemed like hours. I didn’t want you to stop. Ever. The love we made was so beautiful that I felt the presence of God hovering over our naked bodies.
When my flesh could no longer contain the fire that consumed it, my muscles began to contract wildly against your pulsating dick. I closed my eyes and screamed out loud as you engraved your name on the walls of my womanhood. You let go and filled me with all of your love. I remember praying that the love we’d made that night would grow into a beautiful child. That is another prayer that has gone unanswered.
I carry that memory as well as countless others with me everyday because they are the only things that get me through. My Sunday’s are bittersweet because even though I do get to see you in church, I can’t do much more than that. A piece of me dies every time I see you pulling out of the parking lot with your wife, and when come back home without you.
So, I hope reading this letter will put a smile to your face today. I will be proudly watching you today as you bring spiritual fulfillment to so many lost souls. Trust that I love you more than life itself.
Forever yours,
Hopelessly Addicted
P.S. I’ll be sitting on the front pew beside your wife today.
Author Hazel Mills' short erotic fiction has been published in the January 2007 issue of Playgirl Magazine's Erotic Encounters and in Best Lesbian Love Stories: New York City, edited by Simone Thorne (Alyson Books, November 2006). Hazel has also penned an essay that has appeared in Jolie Dupre's series in The Blushing Ladies Journal. PassionScape, Hazel's monthly column, is published online by EDC Creations in partnership with the Sankofa Literary Society. Her debut erotic anthology Bare Necessities: Sensuous Tales of Passion, will be released in Summer 2008 by Xpress Yourself Publishing. Hazel resides in Birmingham, AL with her husband and children.
The Edge of Erotica
Elissa Gabrielle
Her…
The walls of my pussy are set on fire just by the pure thought of him. Sensing the heat on my back, I feel his eyes pierce through to the depths of my soul. I know he’s watching, scoping, observing all of the lumps, bumps, curves, peaks and valleys, better known as me these days. Fear consumes me whole as I can’t sum the courage to turn around, witness the silky black ebony God that is him. That would mean, of course, that I’d have to let him bust this pussy wide open. Now wouldn’t I?
Remembering the time when my little angel was conceived, takes me to a time and space where fucking was as natural as breathing air. It seemed that our wet, wild and wondrous week would leave me without a desire to want to fuck no more, but as he stroked me, time and time again, my sugar walls ached, with a deep-hearted yearning for more of that sweet, slick, dark dick.
Look at me now, scared to even look at the man, my man, who makes my heart skip a beat, with every touch he makes, and every kiss he plants. Fuck it. My nipples are hard as a rock and my clit swollen, in anticipation of him. As I slowly turn my head, I glance down to see that my baby girl is now sleeping comfortably in her crib. Looking to my right, my eyes meet with his thighs, and every ounce of me wants to lick those pretty brown muscular, strong thighs. As my eyes peer upward, the bulge, sits fat and firm in between his thighs, awaiting my lips to suck it from root to tip and back again. Delicious, delectable, delightful dick, dares me to make its acquaintance once more; it is wanting and needing my attention.
Sweet cum pours from succulent and swollen pussy lips and fluidly flows onto my thighs. If he only knew how badly I wanted him to drink what I poureth, as my cup runneth over with a savory and slick wet mess for him to devour.
And the last time this happened, it was a result of my doing. Dropping to my knees, I encircled my tongue around his bulbous head, until the precum drizzled from his dick to my lips, I ate it, then went on to become his private dancer. Placing my set of caramel coated ass cheeks in front of his face, bold and daring, made him beg, “please,” and with that single word, what originally started as a lap dance, turned into the ride of my life. As he held my legs, and sucked my thighs, heavy cream rose to the top, as I allowed him to enter my righteousness, my love with the force of a hurricane. Sliding on all of his manhood, wet and hard, and solid as a rock, made me quiver as he dug so deep delivering deliberate blows of powerful penetration. My only response was, “Ooooh.”
“That’s it baby,” he cooed, and the cum trickled onto his thighs. He was in so deep, I breathed for him.
What I’d do to breathe for him once more…
Him…
Trying to pinpoint the day, the exact day in which the conception occurred is not an easy task, as the lustfest, if you will, lasted for almost a week. The warmth of her touch, the shadow of her smile and the bounce in her stride made her my daily feast. Night after night, I yearned for a drop of her time, a piece of her mind, and I was in ecstasy. Tender, tempting, touching, made for tantalizing thunderous taunts which led to sultry, sweltering, scintillating sex. Making love to my wife, every night, without inhibition, is what got my daughter here.
I know all too well the stereotypes of men; that we all just lay around, watching television, holding on to our crotches for dear life, while we change channels repeatedly with the remote control. Well, the flicking of the channels part is true, on this Saturday. A dark and rainy Saturday night coupled with the slightest chill in the air makes it a time to be best spent making love, passionately and ferociously to the one you love and lust for. There is an aching in my groin which is in the deepest need of attention. The fire down in my soul will soon erupt, kick into overdrive from the cravings, the daydreams, night fantasi
es, the want, need and desire. Yet and still, I lay here, my careless whispers fall on deaf ears.
I need you…
Those three words are what I’ve been dying to tell her. Wishing they would graciously part from my lips, in the heat of the moment, while in between kisses, I would tell her, “I need you.” But my naughty thoughts, carnal fantasies and careless whispers would only fall on deaf ears.
The sight of Danielle’s ass swaying so majestically from side to side, up and down, as her hips coincide with perfection, makes the tip of my manhood as solid as a rock. As she places our first born daughter into her crib, tracing the curvature of her thick thighs with my eyes, I imagine them wrapped securely and seductively around my waist, and with each blow, my manhood delves in deeper into her righteousness, further into her faithfulness and takes my breath away. Her pretty, pulsating, pussy would give way to every one of my bold, blunt blows.
The rain pours fluidly outside, making musical notes and dances its own jig this evening. It’s cold, so cold outside, and my heart, like a homeless man in this dreary weather, needs shelter, comforting and loving. I miss my woman, and a night like tonight only emphasizes it more.
I want you…
Fuck this! I can’t stand to watch another episode of Law & Order. This has to stop, well, no; it has to start, me loving my wife again, that is. Little does she know that the mounds of flesh she finds despicable and disgusting, I find tender and tantalizing. And because she is two sizes bigger, as a result of giving birth to my child, makes me want her even more. Damn, I want her.
Thick, jet black hair that flows so softly and glides past her shoulders and she places onesies into the hamper. Two succulent breasts, with Tootsie-Roll nipples that taste divine bounce through a soft white cotton tee. Caramel-coated skin, soft and buttery cover her body, and gray eyes glance over to me, the windows to her soul penetrate to the depths of mine, shit, I’m going to explode. Her full lips part to give me the most endearing smile, full of pearly whites; she licks the MAC lip glass from her lips.
“Baby, would you like something to drink?” she questions, but my eyes haven’t left her lips yet. She’s ten seconds ahead of me.
“Hello? Tyrone?”
“Uh, yes Baby, anything you want,” I reply, trying to mask my magnificent hard on with the pillow.
“Okay. Orange juice?”
“No, Baby, get me Bailey’s. I’m in the mood for a drink tonight,” I tell her as my eyes scan her from head to toe.
“Is the baby sleep?”
“Yes, Tyrone, she is. Thank God.”
Yeah, thank God.
Dark chocolate nipples peer through her Tee as she walks toward me with my drink in hand. As she leans over to hand it to me, I take the drink and sit it on the night stand. As she walks away, I gently grab her arm and she turns around to look at me. I sit up while still in bed. Pulling away from me, I wrap my arms around her waist; inhale the smooth, sweet, caramel coated skin. She smells divine. And, I’ll be damned if another careless whisper fall on deaf ears, not tonight, I need her too badly. A coy smile escapes her, as she pulls away, her body slithers, as she wiggles from my arms.
“Tyrone, I can’t. I have to lose this baby weight,” she pleads and this time, her words, I refuse to hear. This is the end of Mr. Nice Guy. Death be to him.
Taking her by the waist, I pull her around and bring her close to me. She looks down at me, embarrassment covers her precious face. Looking up at her, I kiss her belly and grab her ass.
“Baby, please don’t. I have to get to the gym,” she reveals while attempting to pull down her tee.
“Why don’t you take that off?”
“Take what off, T?”
“Your shirt, Danielle.”
“Oh God, I can’t.”
Danielle, with a defeatist demeanor, dares to walk away from me. Gently grabbing her by the arm, I pull her back towards me. Resisting, she pulls away more, but I win this tug-of-war.
“Why not? Please Danny, I need you. I miss my wife.”
“But…”
I place a single finger over her lips and pull her toward me even closer. My tongue slithers out of my mouth and enters her with force and determination. My hunger gets the best of me. “Damn, I’ve missed the taste of your pretty lips, baby. Please don’t keep this away from me.” I kiss her cheek.
As the tears fill her eyes, one begins to stream and I take my thumb and wipe it away.
“There’s no need for you to be embarrassed Danielle. I love you, all of you, and I can’t lie baby. I like this extra weight on you,” I tell her as I stand up, placing my arms around her and hold her tight.
“But…”
“Shhhh. Just let me love you.”
Kissing me softly on the lips, the seductress has once again come out to play.
Placing her onto the bed, I pull her shirt over her head, and find precious, bountiful tits awaiting. Nipples are solid, and wanting my attention.
“Wanna go somewhere with me?”
“Where, Tyrone?”
“o the edge of erotica, baby,” I expel as I remove my shirt, first, then my sweats. The anticipation of what’s to come has my dick hard as the Rock of Gibraltar.
“Baby, it’s been awhile, please be gentle,” she whispers through pretty lips, and batting of the eyes.
Leaning over, I kiss her forehead and make my way down to her lips where I bite, lick and caress them ever so gently. Reaching her neck, she lets out the sexiest moan. Licking lightly then sucking strongly, my tongue has makes it way down to her breasts and I alternate between nipples. I get up.
Grabbing my shoulders, the look of fear overcomes her. “Baby, don’t leave me now. I’ve been dreaming of being your whore. Please love me, Daddy.”
Those tantalizing words ooze from her mouth, and enter my psyche, shooting orgasmic pulses through my entire being, finally landing at the tip of my length, where it releases my juices as I hunger for her even more.
“Shh, Baby, I’m not going anywhere. Take your shorts off and let me see that pretty pussy, please, baby.”
Thick, caramelized thighs reach mid-air as she pulls off terrycloth shorts. Her meaty ass looks so good as her legs fall back to the bed. The fine hairs are just starting to grow back on her pussy, and her lips, now swollen with desire, scream, beg, silently for me to have a taste. Her pussy walls are imploring me to have my way with them, I just know it. Because, no one knows this pussy the way I do.
Reaching over, I place my finger in the glass of Bailey’s, and my fingers roam to her nipples, where I smear the alcohol. My tongue slithers and drinks the libation from her. She’s in desperate need of relaxation, and my needle will provide much needed acupuncture.
Her pretty face demands my attention, as our tongues dance with devil. Breathing is heavy. Her pants and moans make me want to finish this fantasy turned reality inside of her.
“Spread that pussy real nasty for me, Danny,” I command and she obliges.
Head first, I dive into my feast, with gentle licks to hot pussy walls then move onto a swollen, bulbous clit which saturates my lips with slick, sweet, sap. Placing my fingers into her pretty hole, I move them in and out, round and round until orgasmic pulses shoot from her. Her body quivers.
Rubbing the juice onto my shaft, I get on top of her, and rub the tip vigorously onto her clit, she screams.
“Damn, baby, please don’t make me wait anymore. Fuck me, T, please,” she begs, I’m pleased.
With one blunt force impact, I’m deep inside the pussy I’ve grown to love. The look in her eyes confirms what I knew all along, that she loves me too, still. Rocking back and forth, in and out of her hot, slick, wet cave, makes her wetter and hotter with each stroke. The tightness holds me so damn good and with each dip, she digs puncture wounds into my back.
Oh, how she looks at me, when I’m deep inside-those eyes. Oh God, I would kill for those eyes.
“You miss me, baby?”
“Oh God, yes, T, I miss you so muc
h, baby!” she yells in ecstasy.
“Don’t keep this pussy away from me,” I demand, thrusting harder into her goodness, making all of the goodies and extras bounce. Deliberately, I pound with force and go deeper and deeper, to depth unbeknownst to mankind.
“I love the way your body looks when it bounces, baby, shit you’re going to make me come,” I whisper as her wetness takes hold of me, I’m breathless. Plowing inside her deliciousness as if I’m contructing hip hop beats, I rock and roll her, with smacks to the thighs, giving her a sting to keep the juices flowing at an all time high.
Pleasure consumes her whole, as she reaches down and places her tongue on her nipples.
That’s it.
“Damn, baby, I can’t hold it any longer,” I softly yell as come pours profusely from me as I empty myself inside of her.
“I love you, Baby.”
“I love you too, Tyrone. Now, go get the baby. You’re taking the night shift tonight.”
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