”Hi, Benet’. This is Jack’s friend, Tula. You gave me your card when I was in Atlanta. How are you?”
”I’m good; I was beginning to think you wouldn’t call.”
”I just arrived home and I wasn’t sure this would be a good time or not. I know it’s pretty late.” Tula took the chance at calling Benet’ after 11 p.m. and was glad she had when she heard her response.
”I’m a night person so this is fine. I’m just happy you called! So Tula tell me about yourself. Jack has told me a little, but not enough.”
Tula wondered what could Jack have said. Could he have told her how bad her past relationships had been? That she needed dick, at least, once a month. That her mother had no idea of her lifestyle, or that she really wanted to bury her face between Benet’ legs as soon as possible? Their conversation lasted three hours. They learned so much about each other likes and dislikes hopes, dreams, goals and aspirations. Neither wanted the conversation to end, but both knew that they had to go to sleep. They ended the night with ‘we’ll talk tomorrow’ and Tula smiled when Benet’ said, “Good night princess.”
Benet’ and Tula talked everyday and in between their busy and chaotic lives they found time to acknowledge the other, if not by phone, then by fax, email or text. Each became a natural part of the others’ day, and though distance separated them, their friendship continued to grow.
Almost seven months had past and Tula and Benet’ were nearing insanity from not being able to meet in person. Benet’ couldn’t leave ATL because she had too many clients and too much work. Tula had enough scheduled court appearances to keep her busy well until the next three months. The ladies knew it would be nearly impossible to hold their fire for that long, but their first real encounter would have to wait.
The next four months flew by and Tula and Benet’ still spoke everyday. Daily email exchanges and late night phone sex kept their hunger for each other alive.
They still did their own thing on the side, but promising to save all the special secrets for each other. They knew their day of reckoning would soon arrive.
Summer was nearing, and Tula’s annual trip to Atlanta was around the corner and oh boy, how this year would be different! Her first night in the city would not be spent with Jack, but with the ingenious Bronze Goddess Benet’.
Benet’ prepared for the occasion with delicate precision. She rented a cabin in Stone Mountain for the weekend. She took the liberty of fixing it up, adding all the things she knew would make the weekend special.
Scented candles with jasmine and vanilla accented the satin pink pillows and matching bedding. All the foods Tula said she loved were in hefty supply, and all the goodies that two lovers need to consecrate their first weekend together were on hand.
Tula had done some preparing of her own as well, first by getting a special haircut just for the weekend, asking her beautician Raven to make it fierce. She went to Vicki’s to buy the best of everything. Benet’ would be impressed that a sistah had taste, and last but not least Tula brought a gift. Something special she planned to give Benet’ for all the woman she was. Tula arrived in ATL and made her way to Stone Mountain, following the directions Benet gave her. Her rented SUV moved along the narrow roads and climbed the mammoth hills to their chateau. Benet’ was sitting on the porch eagerly awaiting her arrival.
Once Tula reached the cabin, the sight of Benet’ in the swing took her back to the day she first opened Jack’s door and Benet’ stood on the other side leaving her breathless. Tula got out of the SUV and eagerly made her way up the stairs. The two stood face to face as if in a trance. No words were spoken, just a long embrace. Tula held Benet’ and she felt so good in her arms. At last, they were complete.
Benet’ was indeed the best. The cabin smelled better than any garden in Martha’s Vineyard and every candle was lit. The trail of scented candles led directly to the bedroom were a bed lay assembled for a queen in the center of the room.
More aggressive than Tula, Benet’ lay her lover down while placing kisses over her face. She slowly slid down Tula’s dress while Tula lay completely still with only her exquisite beige underwear set covering her body, anxiously awaiting Benet’s next command.
Benet’ slowly removed Tula’s bra and drew circles around Tula’s mouth vigorously inserting her tongue in and out only giving Tula a few seconds to breathe in between kisses. After Benet’ completely undressed Tula, she marveled at her petite princess. Breasts that perked and stood at attention with the night breeze that flowed strongly through the open windows. Beautiful dark skin that glistened in the moonlight. Wanting eyes that seemed to cry out for more.
Benet’ obliged kissing each breast, sucking one while the other waited patiently. Giving special care to each as silent moans escaped Tula’s mouth. Benet’ skillfully leaving no territory untouched slowly kissed down Tula’s stomach encircling her navel trailing each leg, knee and thigh while firmly cupping her ass with both hands. With each quiver of Tula’s body, Benet’s love pot overflowed with wetness. She paid special care to parts she was sure no one had touched before. She licked down to the soles of Tula’s feet masterfully devouring each toe.
Tula’s heart beat faster and faster as Benet’ made her way back to her secret most spot where Benet’ danced magical tongue drops around her core until Tula’s juices covered her entire face.
Tula laid out of breath and exhilarated as no one had ever made her feel that way. She could think of nothing more satisfying than returning the favor. Before she could compose herself, her new lover was digging in the goodie bag that she brought along.
Thanks to Jack, Benet’ knew Tula needed dick once a month, so she brought her own special kind, one she named Peter. Benet’ turned Tula over and kissed her neck, she licked a trail straight down her back. When she found what she was searching for, she inserted her tongue as Tula’s behind rode her face. She replaced her tongue with a finger and strapped on Peter.
From behind Benet’ pounded Peter deeper and deeper into Tula’s womb, practically knocking the bottom from underneath. Tula couldn’t contain her screams of delight and was happy they were in a cabin in the woods and not some hotel where she could be heard. Grabbing the bedpost for dear life, Tula came and thanks to Benet’s precision couldn’t tell the difference between Peter and the real thing.
Satisfied with her performance, Benet’ laid next to Tula and marveled at her sexy glow. She nestled her head on Tula’s chest and listened to her heartbeat return to normal.
After gathering herself, Tula looked into Benet’s eyes, kissed her ever so softly on both her eyelids and proclaimed it was “now my turn.” Tula covered kisses over her entire body. A true romantic at heart, she kissed her fingertips, the palms of her hands her elbows and knees, leaving not a spot untouched. Tula held Benet and whispered sweet melodies in her ear as she nibbled and held her close.
Benet laid there, almost swimming with desire, becoming one with Tula with every touch. Tula, a master with the female body, knew exactly where to touch Benet to make her soul vibrate. She knew how to spread her legs and taste her sweetness, how to use her fingers to bring forth her juices. Tula knew exactly how to please Benet’ and did everything imaginable to bring her Bronze Goddess to climax.
After making her new lover cum for a third time, Tula reached in her goodie bag and spotted the beads. She slowly inserted one after another into Benet’ ass. Once all of the beads were inserted, she began her feast. She sucked Benet’ flower with her lips and tongue. She inserted her finger to caress her G-spot all while gently pushing the beads little by little. When she felt her Bronze Goddess about to cum she pulled and simultaneously released the beads. Benet’ pulled Tula to her face and kissed her more passionately than she’d kissed anyone before and knew she’d indeed meet her match.
The night continued with the lovers pleasing each other over and over well into the next day. Their lovemaking lasted the entire weekend. Sensual baths, massages, gourmet dinners and the best of everything t
hey could offer each other. Tula and Benet’ discovered the joy they had for each other was more than mere conversations, text messages or emails. The two found love that weekend, and a year of learning one another was confirmed in one weekend.
Their last night in the cabin, Tula announced she had come to a conclusion. She would not spend another day without her Bronze Goddess. She retrieved her gift and gave it to Benet’. A key. Tula had purchased two buildings in downtown ATL, one for her new law practice and one for Bronze Goddess interior decorating. They sealed the deal with a kiss and a promise to love each other forever!
Joi Marsh is a Tuskegee, Alabama native. She graduated from both Tuskegee University and Auburn University and is a cerfied rehabilitation counselor. She is a pure writer at heart and once she shares her gift with the world she will be a force to be reckon with. She has hopes of completing her book of poetry in 2008. Visit Joi at www.myspace.com/joi2109
The Night I had it all
dapharoah69
the King of Erotica
My name is Naomi and I want to share a story with you about a wonderful man named Cleo. The man I claim still to this day as my boyfriend. He was the most caring, sensitive man in the world. In contrast to myself, he was a saint. I was outspoken, didn’t take no shit from no one and I loved being flamboyant. I wanted to be a cheerleader, but never tried out. He was the high school quarterback on the football team at my school in Buffalo, New York. He wore thick glasses, was very shy and didn’t like parties. Even when I tried to get him to go to them he shunned my request and would rather stay home. I loved that about him. I would always love that about…home.
I sought him out one day when I realized he wasn’t the geeky nerd everyone thought he was. This was before he became the quarterback and shocking half the school when we learned he was fine as all outdoors. The thing with me was I sought him out when no one wanted him. He was gentle and kind. Stayed mostly to himself. His standoffishness lured me to him. But once he shed the glasses and tried out for the football team, all the girls hated me and were after him. I was his Lily Flower. He only had eyes for me, because I loved him before he became popular.
We were at the prom when I realized I was in love. We mingled, ate some good food and flirted with our friends. All the girls there were in awe to see Cleo, my boyfriend, without the nerd clothes and glasses. He had light hazel eyes. And every time I turned my back some girl pulled him to the dance floor, shaking her breasts all in his face. He left them standing there every time and came and found me.
We took pictures. We breathed the same air. I was learning that life wasn’t just all about me. I wanted to be on my best behavior dealing with Cleo. Be the woman he could love forever. Grow old with. I was scared. And that fear came from my parents always doing things for me. They paid bills, put food on the table. Lectured me. And now God was positioning me to do all these things for myself.
Was I ready? Were Mama and Daddy this scared? With the way I felt then, I felt like I had the world by the balls. I felt like I could accomplish anything with this man! God’s Gift. And I couldn’t wait to be his wife!
When the bulb on the camera forever made me and Cleo immortal, we danced together and when the principal announced he was about to reveal the prom king and queen, Cleo looked at me and said, “That’s our cue to leave. I hope you didn’t get full. I still want to cook for you.”
The lights dimmed and the booming Afrikka Bambattaa music faded a little bit so the people can hear the principal talk about nothing.
“Please. I nibbled through that food. White people can’t cook.” Cleo laughed and hugged me and we walked towards the exit, all eyes on us. The bitches were hating on me hard! I could feel it.
“Tell me about it! Somebody white had to have made that corn bread because it looked like porridge.”
“You’re so mean,” I chided happily, wrapping my arm around him.
“I’m so real, baby.”
When we walked out the door I heard the principal call me and Cleo as prom king and queen. I froze in place, turning to face a sea of cheers and dog barks and whistles. The spotlight shined on us. I smiled so big. A man from the newspaper stood in front of us and snapped his camera four times. My God. This was a dream!
I hugged my fiancé and kissed him and he asked, “Do you want to accept the honor? Or shall we leave?”
“Yes. Let’s do it, baby,” I screamed in excitement and my man took my hand and guided me to the stage. I slapped palms with a few of my male friends. The women didn’t as much as smile at me. I got mean mugs, fucked-up stares. Some bitch flipped me the bird. I ignored her, kept my head high and when I got on stage my friend Hamilton gave me some roses and put my tiara on my head. So many bright lights shined in my face.
Cleo was crowned king. This was heaven. I’d never been happier. I looked to the back of the room and Mama and Daddy were waving at me.
Jesus. Recounting the night, six different girls flipped the middle finger at me. I had to pee because I had about six cups of juice. And my baby kissed me six times, I counted.
Mama took a million pictures. Cleo hugged me and when he saw my Daddy he put a closed fist over his heart and Daddy did the same.
I should have known I wouldn’t get to enjoy it for long because Satan was in the crowd. How did I know?
Six middle fingers.
Six cups of juice.
Six kisses: 666.
Tears fell from my eyes.
“Are you ok, Baby?”
“Yes. I just want to get out of here.”
“Let’s go.” And we left quietly.
***
We pulled up in Cleo’s drive way. It was snowing lightly and I was cold, so he put his tuxedo coat around my shoulders. He had a nice cozy house in a small neighborhood. Every house on the block was dark, not one light on. I followed him up to his front door. He unlocked it and turned on the lights.
Wow. It’s really nice in here, I thought. Red velvet couches aligning the walls of the living room. A to-die-for entertainment shelf. I loved the Sea of Faces: tons of framed photos of Cleo and his mother. I saw his mama’s graduation photo. Her college photo. Her degree hung above the unstocked bar.
“Your mom went to college?”
“Yea. She got a degree in photography.”
“I can tell she loved pictures.”
“No, she was obsessed with pictures.”
He gave me a tour of the house. It was two stories. He had simple things, which were actually beautiful. He had football stuff all over his room. He had Michael Jordan’s autographed poster framed above his bed.
Very nice room.
He faced me and said seriously, “I wanted you all to myself. I don’t like a crowd. Some people wanted to be in crowds so they could hide behind facades.”
“Kind of how you hid behind the nerd façade.”
“Yes.” He got real quiet and shy. He blushed and turned away. “I got to warn you. I’m a virgin, baby. So don’t embarrass me. My dick might not be all big to you. I might not please you the way you like. I’m not experienced, but I promise to be slow and understanding and I’ll let you teach me things if you want. I promise to learn really fast.”
“Baby.” I was touched. He was totally sincere to my needs. And I wanted to be the same to him. “I don’t care about your size. I used to; I ain’t going to lie to you. I want to be totally honest with you. I’m not a virgin, but all I care about is you. Being with you. Having a life with you. Going to college with you. I feel like I’m dreaming, like some unknown evil force is going to take you away from me.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
We kissed passionately. He picked me up and took me into the living room. Once he dimmed the lights, he turned on some Barry White. “I can’t believe this is really going to happen. I’m so happy.”
“So am I.” He took off my dress, slowly and kissed my arms, leaving a trail of kisses that drove m
e crazy. Off came my panties and bra. He stood back and admired my body and I stood up and sashayed around the room showing it off. Yes, I flaunted it. He kept saying, “Yeah, yeah, yeah baby…you are so sexy…oh my God I dreamed of this day for so long.”
We kissed again. At first, he was over-excited and sloppy leaving saliva all over my mouth, but I didn’t care and after a few minutes he got better and better and even better. He found his groove, matched my rhythm, and his kiss—and like the old school song goes—if you want to know if he loves you so—it’s in his kiss.
He gave kissed and licked my body all over seeming to teach himself the motions of foreplay without my help. I arched my back as he buried his face in my velvetiness, admiring the taste, loving the scent. He told me so. After about ten minutes I wanted him inside me. I couldn’t stand it any longer.
I begged him. He smiled. “Yes, I’m ready.”
He placed his body atop of mine and reached for a condom, but I caught his hand. I didn’t want him wearing a condom. We were dedicated to each other and I wanted to feel him bare.
I looked down and before I could catch myself I screamed, “Goddamn…! You got a big dick!”
Why did he beam like the sun? “You think?” He said it rhetorically, joking.
“I’m scared. I’ve never had a guy that big before. You’re trying to kill me?” I shook on the chair and he calmed me down.
“Baby, I’ma virgin. I can’t even use this dick of mine.”
Ok. That worked. He slid inside me slowly and I was so wet that he eased right inside of me. I held onto my moans, but he felt so good! Oh my God! My pussy had never been stretched to the limit. He was taking me there.
He thought his size wasn’t pleasing me because I didn’t moan at first and I could feel him become tense and go into his shell, so I released my fire. With the poetry of my kiss, the scent of my body, he soon fell into my world. And he loved it.
“Fuck it,” he finally said and released all his inhibitions. “I’m thinking of you as football, and I want a touch down,” and when he said that he took me like a tornado. My breasts bounced all over my chest and he sucked on my untamed nipples. What an incredible feeling! The couch rocked. The springs made their music. I moaned so loud and so seductively he finally let go and moaned himself, cursing.
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