Within Reach

"Hey babe!" I yelled out as I came home from the gym. I assumed he was still asleep.

It was after 1:30 in the afternoon on a Saturday. I know he was dog tired from working hard all week.

"Hey Love!" he yelled out. I was glad to hear his 'just waking baritone' and smiled as I began walking towards him.

He was still in the bed, but propped up. "Hey handsome," I said with a smile, "just waking up?"

"Yeah," he said with a chuckle. I laughed with him, "technically it's still early." Noting our multiple 3:30PM wake up calls on the weekends.

I began taking my clothes off in preparation for the most epic shower ever. I have to admit, training dirty in the gym was physically rewarding and sexually arousing.

"What time is it? He asked.

"After 1:30," I exclaimed, gathering ingredients for the shower:

• Milk and honey bath bar
• Charcoal soap
• Peppermint shower gel
• LOOFAH GLOVES!!

Can't forget those!

I distinctly heard him grunt, "I guess I'll get up."

I chuckled to myself. He's silly. I said to myself entering the bathroom.

I turned on my favorite playlist and took half a J out of my stash and lit up closing the bathroom door. The smokey clouds encircled my head and I began to drift into a calm and cozy place. I ran the bath water and turned on the shower. I let the hot water hit my skin, letting the steam and pulsating water massage away the day. The haze was starting to help my mind drift and make my body vibrate. My playlist started to make me tingle all over with lyrics about passionate love making and ravenous fuck fests. I started caressing my skin, enjoying the sensation of my wet finger tips. I drew circles all over my breasts, stomach, legs, and ass. I encircled my breasts with a tight grip and palmed my nipples before pinching them firmly. I was moving past arousal.

I let my hands trail from my breasts to the softness of my velvety mound. I always love that 6 o'clock shadow that forms just before a wax is due. It reminds me of how his beard feels against my thighs . I entered my pussy with my middle finger, stirring up the heat that was building inside of me. She was wet, juicy, telling me with the frequency of each pulse that she wanted to be filled. She was ready to be handled. She needed a fix.

I willed my lover to join me in the shower wanting to make my private fantasy a shared reality.

"Babe!" I said seductively. I heard the water turn off at the sink. He came to the shower door almost immediately, startling me when he responded, "Yes Love."

"Mmmm. I think I need some help in here. There's a spot I can't reach." I said, turning my head slowly to him with my back facing him. He smiled a wily smile. He wanted me as much as I wanted him and the shower was going to be our meeting ground. He walked away taking off his shirt. I continued to grope myself, stimulating my magic button. He entered the shower, standing close to me. I could feel the bulge of his dick against my ass. I leaned into him, letting him spoon me while standing. He began to grow.

I put on my loofah gloves and poured the peppermint shower gel in my hands. I rubbed my palms together until I got a thick lather. I started rubbing his neck and behind his ears. Facing him, I reached for a kiss. My shortness lessened by standing on my tip toes. He leaned in and kissed me with a lingering embrace. I caressed his shoulders and started rubbing his back letting the suds build against his skin. He held me tighter. I could feel his dick growing firmly against my thighs. With each deep breath, his dick rubbed again my clit sending electric charges all over my body. His tongue played a slinky dance in my ears. With his warm breath, he whispered the intricacies of his private fantasy to me. He grabbed my ass, grazing my clit as he reached under me.

I want to know who can make you wetter; my head or the shower head.

I would have chuckled had it not been for the sensation of his fingers slowly entering my ass. I thought I would lose my balance from the shear pleasure of his anal play. With his other hand, he grabbed my breast and leaned in to engulf it with his mouth. I leaned backward against the wall, the water above drumming against his back. We swiveled and I was on the opposite side facing the shower head and his back turned to it. He guided me to the built in seat, securing his middle appendage firmly between my butt cheeks. He slowly dropped down to his knees. I watched him, unable to form words. He was reaching spots I indeed couldn't reach.

His breath was warm against my budding clit. His tongue flicked one time and I thought I had passed out. It was hard to keep up with the mini tremors that were flowing through me. He kissed my hot button passionately. Without saying a word he told her how much he missed her, I was just there to bear witness. His fingers did a dance inside me making my tight hole open up more for him. I caressed the back of his head as he continued to speak to my body in a way that only my soul could understand.

With his thumb, he traced the opening of my pussy and slowly moved it in and out of it. His free hand rubbed my nipples like he was turning a knob to his favorite radio station. My moans were on the playlist. He continued to stimulate me with the most determination. As my body began to arch, his dick announced its arrival when it grazed my foot. I couldn't take it anymore.

I was heading to nirvana.

The orgasm started in my ass. The contractions rippling huge deep waves through me. My pussy clinched holding on to his thumb tightly. His kisses enveloped my clit making me convulse violently. He grabbed my breast firmly keeping me steady. My moans turned to cries as I had the biggest orgasm I've ever had.

The steam continued to rise as I regained composure. He smiled at me as he rose, kissing me on his way up and extending his hand. With the loofah gloves still on, I took his hand and stood up. He turned around and let the water run over his head. I added more soap to my hands and continued to exfoliate and finish washing his body. From behind, I scrubbed his chest and stomach, slowly traveling down his happy trail to his key to paradise. I grabbed him lightly and let the softness of the gloves tease him. I stroked him gently. His moans let me know that he was more than ready to see the promised land.

I let the water wash the soap off of his body and moved in front of him. I guided him to the very throne that had been the place of his last conquest. Giving him a playful smile, I slowly kneeled between him. I came face to face to his master key and let my mouth unlock his pleasure. He moaned deeply. The water from the shower head rained over us as I started to take him further and further into my mouth. Inch by inch I took him in until he reached the back of my throat. I held him there in that position and hummed. His moans adding a bass line to my melody. I deep throated him under our private cascade. He started pumping faster into my mouth letting me know his orgasm was imminent.

I grabbed the side of his buttocks, gripping him tightly. He grabbed the back of my head controlling each stroke while I sucked him back into submission. My tongue led a trail from the tip of his dick to the base and back to the tip before I deep throated and sucked him ravenously. He grabbed the back of my head with one last stroke before releasing a load of his warm cream on to the back of my tongue. I sucked him until he begged me to stop and swallowed the last of his DNA.

He regained his composure and commenced to rubbing my wet body with soap. He helped me wash off before kissing me on my neck gently on his way out of the shower. I shuddered. We both knew that was my spot. I lingered in the shower, letting my hands trail from my breasts to the softness of my velvety mound. Stirring up the heat that was building inside me. She was wetter, juicier, telling me with the frequency of each pulse that she was ready for the next fix.

I turned off the shower and stepped out into the cool air.

"Babe." I called out. "Need some help?"

Special Delivery

I was sitting home on a Saturday night watching romantic comedies. It wouldn’t have been such a problem if I hadn’t done it every Saturday night for the last two months. The first three weeks, it really wasn’t a problem. There was a decrease in events in the city being that there was a wave of freak storms in the Atlantic. The fourth week, it was okay because it had been girl’s night in, plus we met the sexiest pizza delivery man EVER. I think his name was Jerome or Tone or something. By the time the second month rolled around, I was getting to my last straw.

Of course, it was a Saturday night and I was doing what I’ve learned to do best. Watch romantic comedies, order pizza, and feel bad about it by Monday. I dialed the number to Tony’s Pizza:

“Thanks for calling Tony’s pizza. My name is Tasha. How may I help you?” said the voice on the other end of the phone.

“Hi Tasha, it’s Dawn. I’d like to order a spinach and chicken calzone…” I started.

“Hey Dawn. I got it in the system already. That’ll be a spinach and chicken calzone, extra feta, a greek salad, water, and a 2 liter ice tea. Correct?” She finished the order before I could properly get the words out of my mouth.

“Uh…,” I chuckled, more embarrassed than amused. “Yeah. Correct.”

“That’ll be $24.68. Will you be paying cash or by credit card?” She asked.

“I’ll be paying cash this time,” I answered.

“Alrighty. Rome will be your delivery man. And you should expect him in about 45 minutes to an hour. Thank you have a great evening.” She said.

“Thanks, you too.” I replied.

Hmmm….Rome. That’s his name. I had 45 minutes to an hour to make myself look effortlessly sexy. I wanted to look like I had just thrown something on for an unexpected night in the house.
I ran upstairs to my master bathroom and took a look at myself. Not too bad. Family genes had prevented wrinkles and bad skin. Working out had decreased the flab. I had already taken a shower. Now what to wear?

I went into my closet to find something simple to wear. Jeans and a form-fitting white t-shirt. It’s funny the amount of effort we women put into looking good for a man. I found out from my best male friend just how simple men truly are. He told me that when women take four hours to get dressed to impress a man, it literally takes him less than 45 seconds to take it all in and then move on to the next subject. But when we take, say, 30 minutes to an hour just grooming and up keeping, they pay more attention because it’s so understated. All in all, women get dressed up for themselves and other women, not for men.

After I threw on my clothes and sprayed some smell good. I made sure the house was in order. I felt like I had been planning this encounter for two months.

The door bell rang not a moment too soon. I was so excited, I was shaking. I took one last look around, composed myself, and opened the door.

It was him. It was Rome. I didn’t know him personally, but just the sight of him had bore down to my soul.

Rome was a 5’11 culturally ambiguous looking God. The word through the grapevine was that he was half Italian, half black from Brooklyn, 100% sexy. His long dreads where neatly kept in a braid and under his company hat. His skin was the color of a mocha frappuccino, but he himself was sizzling hot. He had the shiniest white teeth you had ever seen. They were like mountains of snow in the winter time. His appeal was as comforting as an electric blanket. And his body? Immaculate. I could only imagine what he was packing in his khaki pants.

He was just too sexy to be a pizza delivery man. It was as if life was unfair to his career, but more than generous to his body.

“Hey there! I see we meet again under the normal circumstances,” He chuckled flashing those snowy peaks at me.

Apparently he was a comedian too. I thought sarcastically.

“Hey yourself. Come on in. I’m paying cash today. Make yourself comfortable, I’ll be right back,” I told him.

It was time to put my plan into action. I had hoped that he didn’t have another delivery immediately after mine. Honestly, I just needed about 40 minutes of his “quality” time and I was good. I turned on some soft music on the home theatre and sprayed some of my perfume laden with pheromones. The lady at the mall counter told me about it’s potent power. I truly hoped she was telling the truth.

I descended down the stairs where I met his gaze. I could tell he was curious because he wasn’t rushing to leave. It was now time to take this to the next level.

“I hope you don’t think me too forward, but I think you are the sexiest delivery man I have ever seen. At first I ordered my food because I was hungry, but now I could care less about the food,” I told him.

“Well, if you’re not hungry for food. What exactly do you want?” He asked me with a curious gaze.

I said to myself, it was now or never. The worst that could happen is that he’s gay. If he is, at least I went after what I wanted.

With all the courage I could muster, I gave him a deep passionate kiss. Really getting into, waiting for him to pick me up and whisk me into the bedroom like men did in those old romance novels.

He promptly broke the kiss. Gave me my food and left without getting the money for it.
Damn. I thought to myself. He was indeed gay. No man I know would have left like that.
Fuck! I was hungry and horny now. At least the hunger would have been satisfied. But I hated masturbating as a result of not getting any. It just emphasized the fact that I was masturbating as a result of not getting any.

After that comedy, no romance involved debacle. I prepared my food and turned on Love Potion No. 9. I so love that Sandra Bulloch. I had finished eating, just as the movie came to an end. I looked at the clock and it was a little after 11:30. Going to the entertainment stand to search for a new movie, I heard my door bell ring.

Lord. I hope this wasn’t drunk ass Sherry coming in early from a long night. My best friend Sherry was notorious for showing up unexpectedly in the middle of the night. Whether it was after a drunken night out, a spat with her boyfriend, or just because, she seemed to always find her way to my apartment. I sighed as I walked to the door.

“Hey girl hey!” Sherry said as she walked in to my place.

I shook my head. If this girl ain’t the most predictable person on this green Earth.

“Hey girl. What’s up? I thought you and “The Mexican” were going out tonight. It’s kinda early for you all to be home already,” I said to her.

“Man. Jose is straight tripping today. We made plans earlier this week to do dinner and dancing and he decided at the last minute that he was going to stay later at work to pull some extra hours. I really could have gotten that notice like before I started to get dressed,” she said angrily.

She continued, “I mean is it so hard to pick up the cell and say ‘Babe, I’m going to be working late tonight. Let’s reschedule or do something tomorrow.”

“Yeah. I feel you. Well, if you want I still have some left over spinach and chicken calzone. You can have that and I’ll pop in another movie,” I tell her.

“ANOTHER movie? Don’t tell me you’ve been sitting here eating pizza and watching romantic comedies again?!” She said judgmentally.

Busted. I thought to myself.

“No. I’m not watching romantic comedies while eating pizza.” I said with conviction, “I’m eating spinach and cheese calzone while watching sappy romance movies. Thank you very much.” I told her.

“Oh ho! Excuse me for being wrong,” she said with sarcasm.

We sat down and watched another movie as she finished up the rest of my food. Before the movie credits began to roll, Sherry was out like a light. I knew she had been drinking some, she only falls asleep that fast after a couple of glasses of Moscato.

I turned off the entertainment system, covered Sherry with the throw blanket and made my way to my room.

As I got to the last step, I heard another ring from the door bell.

Who the hell was that at 2:15 in the morning? It better not be Jose coming to pick up his girl. It’s too damn late for all these people.

I walked back down the stairs, ready to cuss out Jose for causing this chain reaction.
I swung the door open with much attitude, ready to give Jose a good chunk of my mind. I opened my mouth ready to go off and realized it was Rome. His presence had taken me aback. I was totally surprised to see him standing there. But when I thought about it, I remembered he left without me paying him. I dug into my pockets to give him the $30 I had for the meal plus tip. I reached out my hand to give it to him and was met by a billowy cloud of luscious lips.

I looked at him confused.

“Uhm…I guess you’re not gay,” I said to him still in a daze.

“Gay? Why would you think I’m gay,” he said with a look of discernment.

“The way you bolted out of the house after I kissed you earlier. I just knew you had to be gay. No man would just up and leave without saying something,” I told him.

“A man who wants to keep his job and has a full load of deliveries would. I left because if I had stayed earlier, I wouldn’t have made it back to work tonight,” he told me honestly. “But I’m not here to talk because I don’t think that’s what you wanted. Are you still hungry?” he asked with much innuendo.

“Starving,” I replied, inviting him in.

I closed the door and led him to my bedroom, making sure to not wake up Sherry.

I turned to close the door. He leaned into me, kissing my neck. I allowed myself to get carried away in the sweet sensations of his tongue. We stood there engulfed in each other’s pheromones. I could feel him rubbing his hardening dick against my ass. I led his hands to my breasts and let him squeeze them, feeling their fullness.

His hands traveled down my body to the top of my jeans. Very swiftly he unbuttoned them and slowly undid the zipper. I turned to face him, fiending for his soft lips. The moment reminded me of that hypersexual Janet Jackson video. I kissed him with every ounce of my horny soul. I think he knew how hungry I was.

Rome lifted me up, lips still attached to mine, and carried me to the bed. He slowly pulled my jeans off, bending down to kiss my stomach. An area that I was still self-conscious about but somehow he made me feel so good. We finally got out of the rest of our clothes and got down to some serious business. Up until that time, I had never met a man who really knew how to make me feel good, but I was glad that I was experiencing that now.

Rome kissed me all over my body as he entered me. My fire was flickering and with one movement, I was an inferno. Rome started me off slowly, working my body, slow stroking me to heaven. His dick went in and out of me, massaging my pussy. It felt like it had been ages since I felt like this and I was glad that he was willing to allow me to enjoy it.

Rome turned me over so that I was lying on my stomach. He kissed my neck as he slowly entered me from behind. He was driving me insane. Naturally, I raised my ass a little to meet his deep strokes. I couldn’t take it anymore. I was loving the slow stroking but my fire was becoming a volcano and I needed to erupt.

“I want you to hit this pussy doggy style,” I told him, breathlessly, “and don’t hold back on me neither.”

Rome helped me to the edge of the bed and put me in the doggy style position, my favorite. I leaned over, got comfortable and let Rome take me on a nice ride. He stroked and beat pussy until I was damn near begging him to stop. I grabbed on to the sheets to keep my balance. I couldn’t let him ride me like he was and not get him back with some return action. I threw my ass back as hard as I could. I knew he enjoyed it because his stroke slowed down a bit. I gave my ass a little wiggle as I threw it back and knew I had him. From that moment it turned into a competition between the two of us. A competition to see who could make who come harder.

As he was stroking me hard and fast, I was throwing my ass back into him with equal speed. His dick was a like a piston, revving my engine. I couldn’t hold on any longer. I was about to give up on the competition and throw in the white flag. My volcano was ready to erupt…

“I’m coming. I’m coming. You win. Oh God…” I half screamed, half muttered.

Rome kept stroking me as I came, making the feeling even more intense. Not a moment too soon I heard him grunt and felt his stroke slow way down.

I was spent, but I felt good. When we were done and cleaned up, we laid back in the bed together. I turned to him,

“Why did you leave so abruptly when I kissed you earlier?” I asked him.

“Because 1. I have a job and responsibilities to the people I work with. And 2. most women think they want to take the lead and be aggressive to a man, but what they really want is for a man to listen to what their body needs. I knew your body needed the Rome treatment.” He said a little cockily.

“Hmmm…The Rome Treatment huh? I guess I should ask for that the next time I order from Tony’s pizza,” I said to him laughing.

The birth of Tempest (Te)

I have always been a temptress, even before I had the pleasure of having sex. I liked to trick and tempt and seduce boys because it made me laugh on the inside to know that I was the one they desired and the one they could not have. I’ve always been by Her side. When most people had only one alter ego, She had a few and I had the pleasure of being one of them. There was SheDevil, the side of her that got her through business, bullies, and tough bitches. Then there was Amaliya, the better more calm side of her. And of course you have me, Tempest, the no holds barred, freaky, sexual predator. I have always been inside of her, only to come out when She was in that state of mind. But who was to know that I would be most comfortable in a relationship? I am she who makes her man want her more than he wants himself. I am she who likes to be bound and at the same time hold control. I am she who is a trisexual because I will try anything once and if I really like it, I’ll try it often. I am the black cat that stalks its prey and does with them what she craves. I am mysterious, magical and independent. I am the one they call Tempest…

And this is my personal diary

I want to start this first page with a little bit of a history lesson about myself. Let me take you back about a little more than a decade ago in a dimly lit apartment room in the middle of the night.

Dear Diary,

“Come on baby don’t you want to be my girl?” He said to me. “Heck no, and don’t you ever put your dirty lil hands on my booty again!” I exclaimed to him after giving him a hard slap to the face. Elementary school boys: can’t live with ‘em, can’t kill ‘em. But this one sent exciting chills through my body. I trot away from that thought and catch up with my girls.

I lay in my bed unable to sleep and not knowing why. Thoughts race through my pre-adolescent mind about the cute boy that was bold enough to touch my booty today at school. Although he was a cute lil chocolate boy, my momma told me not to let no nasty little boy touch my body. But it was something about that touch that sent electric shocks up and down my chubby body, in areas I didn’t even know could tingle like that. In a fit trying to get to sleep, I put myself into the position I know will enable the Sand Man to sprinkle his magic dust into my eyes. I fight with my pillow in an effort to smooth the lumps and make my head more comfortable. I turn on my side and pull the covers up to my neck. And then it happened… I placed my hands between my thighs, like I always do. I guess I went further up than I normally do and felt that same electric shock. This time in my private area. As if my hips and ass had a mind of its own, I begin to hump stacked hands as if praying for there to never be an end to the feelings that are slowly arising in my body. I try back and forth. I try up and down. I swirl and gyrate until. AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! So that is what you are supposed to with that little button at the top. The proverbial light bulb illuminates across my body as the afterglow from my first night of masturbation comes to a breathtaking and speechless close. I like so many other before me had discovered the one thing that truly makes me a girl…that will eventually make me a woman. I had discovered my clitoris with its multi-orgasmic capabilities. I had discovered the one thing that would be with me for the rest of my life…my sexuality.

Through the discovery of my sexuality, during my tender pre-pubescent years, I unknowingly give birth to Tempest.