The Garden

I woke up early to begin planting some new perennials in my front yard and prune my garden. The air was brisk and calm. The birds were just coming alive, it seemed like we were the only ones up this early on a Saturday morning. There was something serene about getting into the dirt and becoming intimate with nature.

Around 9AM the runners made their appearance in the neighborhood. They were the uber sexy, extremely fit, singles in the neighborhood. I admired them. I wasn’t unfit, but I just refused to go running. I preferred a good old fashioned walk. But right now, I was focused on some good old fashioned digging in the dirt at least until he showed up.

Every neighborhood had one. The handsome, well-built, intelligent neighborhood Casanova. He was the guy that all the married women agreed they would have an affair with and all the single women wanted as their late night visitor. He must have just stepped out on his first lap around the neighborhood and boy he was looking immaculate. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, my garden wasn’t the only thing coming alive this morning.

He waved to me and smiled as he said, “good morning” in his deep voice. Damn. If we are in the image of God, he must be God’s twin brother. I watched him until he left my line of sight.

“It has got to be a crime to be that damn sexy,” I said to myself.

Fifteen minutes later, I find myself hauling mulch from the trunk of my car through the gate of my backyard. I hadn’t had a man help me work in the garden since my husband died two years ago. I wanted to get back out into the dating scene and rediscover what was out there but I was scared. My garden was the one thing that allowed me to take some of the tension off and refocus my energy. But I certainly missed the way a man’s hands felt around my waist and all over my body.

I looked in the trunk of my car and saw I had at least four more bags of mulch to haul to the back. I was a bit discouraged, the sun was starting to get hotter and I was starting to feel the results of hard work. Just as I was bending from the knees to get another bag of mulch, I heard a voice behind me,
“Hey baby. You need some help with that?”

I turned around to see Mr. Casanova standing behind me. He was sexy from afar, but up close he was the word that surpassed sexy.

“Uhm…I think I can manage. I got the first two out alone,” I told him.

The truth was, whenever he came around he lit my fire. The closer he got, the hotter the fire got. I was scared of what I might do if he got too close. But being a gentleman, he wouldn’t allow me to haul all of those bags by myself.

“Well, with my help you can have all those bags where they need to be in half the time. So let me help you,” he said as he picked up one of the bags.

“Well, thank you since you are so persistent. I really appreciate it,” I told him with a smile.

“No problem. I couldn’t just let a pretty lady like you do all this work and not even attempt to help you.”

“Oh you. Do you make all the ladies feel this good?” I said realizing my innuendo after the fact.

He smiled a bashful smile and looked me in my eyes confidently.

“So what’s your name? I’ve seen you around here a few times but I don’t think we ever got the chance to formally meet, “ he asked.

“My name is Sarai. I’m pleased to meet you…” I led waiting for him to insert his name into my statement.

“My name is Dan. Do you need any help with your garden? I have quite a green thumb,” He told me.

“Sure. I could always help from a knowledgeable gardener and some extra hands, “I chuckled.

Dan really was quite knowledgeable and had a green thumb. From talking to him, I found out he was in his late twenties and was establishing a business in the world of landscaping. He was very sexy, inside and out and I was glad to have had him helping me in the garden. The more he talked about his business and taught me new things about flowers and structure, the hotter I got for him.

Even the smell of his sweat made me crazy for him. But what was I thinking, I was a 47 year old widow! A woman my age shouldn’t be thinking about young men the way I was, but I couldn’t help it. It had been such a long time since I had been with a man.

I was placing the last of the violets in the ground. I stood up to admire my work as I went to turn on the water and get the hose to water all the plants and flowers we had just finished planting. I watered the garden and then turned the hose to myself, relieving myself of the sweat and heat that had collected on my skin. It was a welcomed gift and I was enjoying it. I felt a hand tap my shoulder, surprised, I spun around with the water hose soaking Dan’s body from his chest to his feet.

“Oh my goodness,” I said as I dropped the hose between us, “I’m so sorry. Do I need to get you a towel and a clean shirt?”

Dan laughed a hearty laugh as he squatted to pick up the water hose.

“That depends. Will I need to get you a towel and a clean shirt?” He said.

I was a bit confused until Dan sprayed me with the hose, drenching me from head to toe. I was elated. It was quite a bit of fun and we went back and forth chasing each other with the water hose. Once all the fun and games were over, I went inside the house to get him a towel and some cold lemonade. When I returned, he was nowhere to be found. I was sad, but thought to myself “Oh well. It was fun while it lasted.”

I sat in one of the garden chairs and thought about the hard work that went into making the garden look as beautiful as it did, when I felt a hand on my shoulders, massaging the tension away. I stopped sipping my lemonade and turned to see Dan had reappeared and was looking at me with a fire I hadn’t seen in a long time.

He stood behind me and began fondling my hair, moving it behind my ears so he could see my face. I slowly began to kiss my neck making small concentric circles on my neck and then blowing the spot making it cool and tingly. I faced him, not knowing how to move forward. He knew what he was doing and leaned in giving me the sweetest tasting kiss, a kiss that rocked me to my soul. I kissed him back with urgency and need. I felt like he could tell what my body needed and what my mind wanted. I stood into our kiss and he wrapped his hands tightly around my waist.

I fed into his every move, waiting to see where we would go next. We fell into the dirt, kissing and groping and wanting each other. The fire in my loins took over and I couldn’t control myself. I started to take Dan’s damp shirt off as I continued to kiss him like the French do. He took my shirt off, making sure to not get left behind me. He followed with taking off my shorts and a caressed my cotton laden behind. I felt empowered by him, that although I was going into forgotten territory I was more than welcomed and wanted.

Dan unhooked my bra and put my bare breast in his mouth, suckling like a new born babe. I could tell he had practiced his technique with many a women. He suckled hard enough for it to just barely hurt and soft enough to make his tongue even more tantalizing. Electricity was bringing me life. I looked around glad to remember that my yard was gated and continued to enjoy this almost fantasy like moment. As Dan continued to suckle and lick my breast, my hands made their way to the inside of Dan’s shorts. I was excited at what I found in there and couldn’t wait a moment longer to experience his treasures.

Dan laid me on my back against the slight hill of my backyard. Suavely he took his shorts off as he was kissing me. My body was already ready for him, spreading my legs and allowing him to get between them. Dan was a skilled lover, he knew to start slow and easy to allow my body time to adjust to him. He had the best dick, next to my late husband I had every felt.

Dan entered me and began slowly stroking my nani. Eyes closed, I listened to the chirps of the birds and the stillness of the clouds. I focused on the sweet misery he was creating in me. I harvested the energy he was transferring to me and Mother Nature was creating around us.

He lifted my right leg up to get deeper into me as his stroke changed in rhythm. I started to bite my lower lip, trying to remain unheard by the neighbors. I looked up at Dan and noticed he was watching my every expression. It made me feel a bit embarrassed and I diverted my eyes away from him. He reached for my chin to turn my head back to him and leaned in for a kiss. I felt assured. He made me feel sexy. I reached up for him to come closer to me. I wrapped my arms around his shoulder and my legs around his waist, glad all those years of yoga maintained my flexibility. Dan held on tightly to me and picked me up as he made his way to the lounge furniture. Dan sat down as I sat on top of him. Although it had been a few years, I did my best to show Dan what I had to offer.

As I sat atop him and his wonderful dick, I moved my hips as if I was a belly dancer. I rolled and gyrated like I was the featured dancer at a Mediterranean club. I could tell I was doing a good by Dan’s soft moans and the way he licked his lips. I leaned in kissing his neck, guiding his hands to my waist and hips. Dan guided my body, moving me up and down as I held on to his arms. We were on a magical tour and I didn’t want it to end.

I held Dan tightly, anticipating my energy to be released. Dan held onto my back firmly as he drove his hips upward towards me. The feeling of slapping skin, Dan’s hands, and the exhilaration of having sex in my backward was too much for me. With one strong upward stroke, I came all over Dan and the lounge cushion. My moment of ecstasy was loud enough to make the birds fly from their nests. Dan continued to pound into me until he too came with a low grunt. I couldn’t believe what had just happened and that I was a part of it but I was glad that it happened.

Dan looked at me with his smile as he said, “Where do you want these bags?”

I was confused and looked at him. I wasn’t sure of what he said and asked him to repeat himself.

“Where do you want these bags?” He repeated.

I snapped back to reality to realize that I was still standing in my garden, fully clothed, soaked in sweat. Dan still had on his workout gear and was carrying a bag of the mulch on his shoulder.

“Oh! Sorry. I wasn’t paying attention. You can put them over there at the base of the hill,” I told him.

I must have been daydreaming. I was confused and disappointed. It seemed so damn real. I could still feel the imprints of Dan’s hands all over my body. I could still faintly smell the musk of our sweat mixed together. My nani was still throbbing from the rhythm of his dick.

Dan had brought the last of the mulch bags into the backyard. I thanked him and offered him some lemonade before I continued with my gardening.

When I gave him the glass, Dan faced me and said, “Do you still need help in your garden? I’ve been known to be pretty skillful with forgotten gardens."

I turned to Dan and said, “Dan, my garden can use all the help you and your tools have to offer.”

The continuation...

11:45pm

She-devil

After what seems like hours of mental fucking him and assaulting him, I finally decide it’s time for him to meet his mistress. I stand before him and take off his blind fold. He squints as his eyes adjust to the light. He slowly explores me. He begins his visual journey at my 6 inch leather thigh high boots, and then he sees my mesh bodysuit covering my naked body. He stops for a moment on my manicured pussy and licks his lips. He next sees my 42 D breasts protruding from under the bodysuit. The look on his face when he finally gets to my face is nothing short of comical. He damn near chokes when he realizes that it is no other than his “bitch of a boss”.

Anthony

You. Have. GOT. To be. Shitting Me! I thought I was seeing things for a minute after talking about why I touched her in her office. I thought I was dreaming after thinking about the way I would love for her to smack my ass and ride my face. But I wasn’t dreaming. She was standing in front of me, pussy in my face, whip in hand. I wasn’t sure what to do. Should I run? Should I stay? Should I be mad? Should I be aroused? Okay, well I was definitely aroused, but now I kind of feel a little disrespected. There had to be some way to gain control of this situation. When your fantasies come true, do you run from it? Or, do you take them head on?

She-devil

I look at him, laughing at his ignorance. I hoped he was mad at finding out that it was me smacking the shit out of his ass and putting him in his place. I wanted him to be so mad he’d fuck me rough and fast like I wanted him to.

“Give your mistress a kiss on her lips.” I tell him

With complete obedience and understanding, he crawls to me and kisses my lips urgently and wantingly, my pussy lips that is.

He glides his tongue over my clit and sucks it fervently. It sends a shudder up my spine and between my legs. He sticks his tongue into my pussy and as if by magic, tongue fucks me till I get weak in the knees. I regain my composure and control and tell him to get back into the chair.

He stands before and gets close to me. So close I can taste myself on his lips. I want him so bad I can taste it. I want him to force himself on me and disobey me….Oh sweet disobedience. He opens his mouth, I hope to give my mouth a tongue tease I soon won’t forget. But instead he says to me

“Girl Power! Fuck You!”

I snap out of my trance, “What did you say?”

“I said Girl Power! That’s the safe word still right?” He says “I’m not going to sit here and let you play games with me because you’re a bitch out of control! Find some other idiot to take your fantasies out on! Oh and by the way….I QUIT!”

And with that he gathered his things and left me standing there in the middle of the room by myself to think about what just took place. How could I have lost control like that? Maybe it was best to not let him see who his mistress is. Damn! he was a fine piece of ass too!

Anthony

I put my clothes on as I was leaving that mysterious building not turning to look back to see if she was following me or not. Hell, I really didn’t care if she did. One thing I did know, she didn’t see that coming.

I get back to my silver Blazer and drive home, my mind racing, plotting, thinking. I just quit my job, but I was a happier man for it. I have a degree in English and Creative Writing, it wouldn’t be that hard to find a new job. And I looked good, so why would I chase after a woman like that when I could have any woman that I wanted?

I arrived at the Legacy Events Corporation building early. Real early. The building was almost deserted. I wanted to ensure that I got my things and got out of there before any real workers could come and question what I was doing.

I packed all of the things in my desk, shredded any document that wasn’t needed by me and was of no use to the company and turned off the electricity to my desk. I wasn’t there long but a part of me would miss the smiling faces and hustle of the office. I double checked the desk area to ensure that I had all my belongings. I opened up all the draws to make sure I didn’t leave any loose change or phone numbers or something. When I looked into the desk, I noticed a blue planner. Well I certainly didn’t need this now. Out of curiosity, I opened it up to this month’s date to see if there was anything important in my life that would have taken place.

“October 18- Harrison meeting 7:30 A.M.”

I look at my watch to see that it was nearly 6:30 A.M. Shit!

“She’s probably going to come in early to prepare. I have to hurry up and leave this place before she gets in my face. Now I normally wouldn’t hit a woman but today might have been that day I changed my mind if she decided to say some shit to me!” I say to myself.

I throw the planner on top of everything else in the box and put my Nikes to carpet. I finally get down to the parking garage when I see her red Mercedes pull up to her spot in the far corner. My mind was racing and so was my adrenaline. The next few moments become fuzzy.

I quickly put my belongings in the backseat of my truck and like a punk I hide from her. As she is walking with her back towards me to get to the elevator, I quickly and quietly walk to catch up to her. Before she can scream or even reach for whatever weapon I am sure she carries, I put my hand over her mouth and whisper in her ear,

“Shut the fuck up and do as I say. I am the man in control now.”

Scared and defenseless, she complies with me. I tell her to close her eyes and walk backwards. I guide her to where my truck was parked. With the remote control in my pocket, I press the button to automatically open the back door. As she stands before me with her back to me and my hand still over her mouth, I reach into the back of my truck and take out a blindfold. I cover her eyes and tell her to lift her leg into the back of the truck

She pleads with me, “Please. Whatever you want I can give it to you. Money, my car keys, whatever just please don’t hurt me!”

I allow my silence to give her more of a fright. I tell her to scoot closer to the back seat and drape her arms over it the leather. I close the trunk to the truck and secure her in her spot. I come up behind her allowing my erection to fondle her behind as I tie each of her hands to the handle bars.

I slowly begin my sensual assault on her, confusing her with my arousing touches, making her feel even less in control than she felt before. My hands slide to the front of her and unbuttoned her blouse. My hands roam the lace orbs of her breasts, it must have been my lucky day because she was wearing one of those close-front bras today. I unfasten her bra, her warm chocolatey breasts fall free and my hands catch them. I rub her nipples gently and then pinch them hard as if I was tuning her arousal to its maximum level. A moan escaped her mouth.

“Please sir, I don’t know what you want but if it’s sex then please get it over with!”

Again, I give her my silence as I continued to mentally fuck with her emotions, breaking her down to the most minute piece of herself. I placed my hands on her hips and grinded her ass, making her feel me take advantage of her. I knew the freak in her was enjoying this but the scared little girl in her was worried that I was some dirty old man that was going to do horrible things to her. The dark side of me wanted her to continue to think those bad thoughts but the good guy in me needed her to know that it was someone she knew and someone she wanted.

I hiked up her skirt until it was completely bunched up around her lower back. I felt for her panties but her freaky ass wasn’t wearing any. I massaged her fuzzy mound, titillating her clitoris. I spread her legs apart and rubbed her bare ass. I unzipped my pants and paused. I paused because the silence in the parking garage made the sound of the zipper sound more ominous. The sound of the zipper made her gasp and brace for hard entry. I paused to make her more tense.

I got closer to her and allowed my hard dick to caress her ass and play near her asshole. I leaned in closer to her and whispered in her ear,

“From this moment on you will call me Daddy. Your safe word is testosterone. You will do everything I say. Every time I hit it, you will say “Yes, Daddy, yes.” Do you understand? ” I tell her.

Confused, she says, “What? I don’t understand what’s going on? What the fuck are you talking about?”

I answer her by putting my dick into her pussy. Even in a strange situation her pussy is still wet. I always knew she was a freak. I stroke her slowly and lean forward. I take the blind fold off of her eyes so she could see me in the rearview mirror. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she stared me in the face coldly. It was too late for her, she was in a vulnerable state with her power stripped from her and she knew it.

She-devil

Fuck! He had me right where I wanted to be. I couldn’t lie, I was loving this shit. But, damn. What was a bitch to do? I could scream, get him arrested and blah blah blah but I wanted this fine piece of dick and I was in the process of getting it. It only made things better that he “kidnapped” me and was “having his way” with me. So, I did what any woman would do in my situation with a dick in her pussy stroking it right….I threw it back at him.

Anthony

She looked at me in the rearview mirror and smiled, letting me know that she was hip to what was going on. Yeah, I knew she wanted it but I had to make sure she knew who was running the show. To test her, I asked her

“You like this dick, bitch?”

“Yes, Daddy, yes!” she said.

Yeah, she knew who was running the show. I fucked with her, short stroking her and grinding her like I loved her, allowing her to get comfortable with the ride. I steadied her hips and long stroked her as hard as I could and plunged into her as deep as I could.

“Yes, Daddy, yes!” she said

Things were getting real nice. The windows were totally fogged up and the car smelled like sex. I was loving the way her pussy was wrapped around my dick. I loved that I was in control and fucking the boss even more.

I held her hips firm as I looked down to watch my dick disappear into her juicy, wet gap. She was getting off the feeling a lot because she was creaming on my dick like crazy. I was sure she came a few times already because she was screaming at the top of her lungs begging me to stop and let her loose cause she couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed a fist full of her long hair and thrust into her pussy over and over and over until my dick couldn’t take any more. I thrust one last time before I pulled out to nut all over her ass crack and the towel that was laid out under us. It was the best feeling I ever had. So much went into that release it was un-imaginable. I laid on top of her breathlessly, happy about what just took place and even happier that she was the big ole freak I knew her to be.

After we caught our breaths and it cooled down in the car, I untied her certain that she wasn’t going to kick my ass. After she cleaned herself up and smoothed out her clothes, she turned to me and gave me a kiss. I put myself together and helped her to exit the back of my truck and get her belongings that had fallen to the ground. As I was walking to the front of my truck, she walked up to me and placed a card in my hand then turned and walked towards the elevator disappearing behind the large metal doors.

I got in my truck and turned on the ignition. I looked at the card she gave me. It had her personal number on it and a note,

“meet me tonight 8pm @ Room 727, you know the spot, Daddy”

How can I service you?

Wednesday, one of my only days off for the week. I had spent the majority of the morning running errands and paying bills. After leaving the house around 9 am, I got home around 2:30 pm. I was all ready to relax when I took a glimpse of myself in the mirror. What in THE hell was going on with my hair? I picked up my cell phone and called my stylist, Salina.

“Hey girl! Do you have room to pencil me in today?” I asked her.

“Yeah, you know we not that busy on Wednesdays. You can come on by and let me take a look at that head of yours.” She tells me.

I hung up the phone relieved that she would be able to see me today. You see, I won’t let anybody go near my head. I had been growing my hair out naturally and it was finally getting to a state where I could see the good in going natural.

Salina’s shop, Naturally You, was a joint salon/ barber shop in the Metropolitan area. I had been going there since I started growing my hair natural and she was the only person I knew who could hook my hair up better than I could and do it the way I wanted.

I hopped in my car and drove down the freeway determined to get to Salina’s shop before the day wore on. After driving through light traffic, I finally arrived at Salina’s shop. I took a look at myself in the rearview mirror just to make sure that the floral scarf I had wrapped around my head was still holding tight. I hated to go to the shop looking like a hot mess. Even though I was going to the shop to come out looking good, I just couldn’t step foot in there without feeling confident that I was at least looking decent.

I sashayed my way through the parking lot of the plaza where her shop was and glided through the door. I took off my sunglasses and looked to my left at the brothas getting their hair cut. There were definitely some cuties in there, but my main focus was making sure that my hair was hooked up right, especially for work the next day.

In my line of work the amount of compensation you make depends greatly on three things 1. How good you look when you come into work 2. Your attitude and mood and 3. Hustling. Now I know what you are thinking, “is this bitch a stripper or something.” No, nothing like that, I’m too dignified for something like that.

Now if that is what you want to do with your life, then that is fine for you, but me….hell to the naw. I don’t think so. I happen to be an airport credit marketing specialist, also known as a credit card saleswoman. Basically, I attract people with my looks and seduce them with my attitude and then “hustle” them into applying for a credit card.

I get to Salina’s chair which is located close to the back. Her salon was pretty much empty except for one sista getting her locs tightened and another getting braids put in. I sit in Salina’s chair and begin my meditation process. She takes the scarf off of my head and begins to undo the side braids I had been rocking for almost three weeks now. I close my eyes only taking peeks at my surroundings when I feel necessary. On one such peeking occasion, I see the finest brotha I had seen in a really long time. My eyes drink him in, sipping on every feature he had to offer- from his white high top AirForce Ones, baggy (but not too baggy) light denim jeans, to his baby blue big face Polo shirt. He was a handsome chocolatey brown brotha with muscles everywhere you could imagine. He made me want to lick him to find out just how sweet he really was. The raunchy thoughts I was thinking had my panties moist.

Salina must have heard my thoughts because she suddenly said to me, “Yeah, that’s Kaden Charles. He’s the newest apprentice here. Cute ain’t he?”

I say, almost in a whisper, “Hell….yeah….”

My roaming thoughts were interrupted when Salina tells me to walk over to the shampoo station. I sit back in the chair and rest my head back until my head is surrounded by the shampoo bowl. Salina turns the water to the perfect temperature and begins rinsing my hair out. After she gets all the dirt out of my hair she pours shampoo into her hands and gently massages it into my hair and scalp. She scrubs away the dead skin and left over residue, then rinses my hair again. Next she puts conditioner into my hair and lets it sit in for a few minutes.

I began drifting off to sleep (because that is how I do when I get relaxed) when all of a sudden my senses were bombarded by an unfamiliar yet delectable musk. My eyes shoot open to see Mr. Kaden standing beside me rinsing the conditioner out of my hair. He must have noticed the surprised look on my face because he immediately told me that Salina had to take a phone call and that he was just helping her out.

Unable to formulate words, I simply nod my head and close my eyes until I hear Salina coming back to the shampoo station. I give her a look that says, “Why? And Thanks.” She just laughs and tells me to go back to her salon station.

Salina puts the golden dye into my hair then sends me to the hair drying room to allow it to sit for twenty minutes.

I sit in the drying room minding my own business when Mr. Kaden Charles walks into the room looking sexy as hell.

“How can I service you?” He says to me with a smirk on his face.

“I’m sorry. What did you say?” I wasn’t sure if I had heard him right or if my mind was playing tricks on my ears.

“I said, How? Can. I. Service. You?” He replies. “I am a man of many talents. I could massage your feet. I could sing you a lullaby. I could do many other things. So, how can I service you?”

Now I know what you are thinking, who in their right mind would have sex with an almost complete stranger in a beauty shop full of nosy cosmetologists and patrons? I thought long and hard about what my reply to him should be. I thought about how this man could or would fit into my life. I thought about my own requirements and standards. I thought about how long it’s been since I had a long, hard, and strong dick inside my willing walls. Then I thought about having a good quick fuck in a public place.

“I have some things in mind that need a quick fix.” Hands down, my loins won.

He smiled at me with a Cheshire grin and walked to the back corner where I had been sitting.

He got down on his knees and took off my black thong sandal; caressed my foot with the strongest yet gentlest of touches.

I looked at him and said, “Baby, we don’t have time for foreplay.”

He got my drift, raised up from the ground and proceeded to pull down his jeans and boxers.

I was met by the longest, thickest, most beautiful black dick I had ever seen in all my twenty-something years.

He lifted me up out of the chair.

My face met his and he began kissing me with the lusciousest of lips. I got lost in his kiss and became amnesic because of the feeling of his dick throbbing between my legs. He took me to fantasy land with his tongue. Oh the things he could do to me with his tongue. At the same time he unbuckled my jeans and slowly began sliding them down my hips and thighs.

“I only have one request.” He breathlessly stated.

“What…what would that be?” I whispered back.

“You have to be absolutely quiet, but enjoy yourself. Can you do that for me?” He requests.

I nod my head yes, unable to mouth or say anything due to the magic his hands were working on my body.

He turned me around and bent me over the chair. He rubbed my bare round ass, then inserted his index finger into my already saturated pussy. When he inserted two fingers and stroked the ceiling of my pussy in a “come here” motion, I about lost it.

He knew I was ready and I knew there was no turning back. He slid a condom onto his throbbing dick and…

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Sorry lost it for a second….

He slid a condom onto his throbbing dick and pulled his ship into my dripping harbor. If you catch my drift. He began slow, but with some prodding and rocking he got my drift to bang me hard and fast. He pumped his dick in and out of me till I was about ready to scream, sensing this he covered my mouth with his hand and pumped in me harder and faster. I could tell this man was working my body over by the sounds my pussy made as his dick went in and out of my dick.

In my head it sounded like “Please, please” and “Yes, yes, YES”

With the fear of getting caught, the task of being quiet, and this sexy strong muscular dick-skilled man I came… over and over and over again.

This was a first for me on many accounts. Not only was it my first time fucking a stranger in a public place, but it was the first time I came in under an hour….hell in under 30 minutes.

I was exhausted when we were finished. Coming off the high of cumming, I remembered where I was and that approximately 15 minutes had passed. I quickly yanked up my pants, buckled my belt as he did the same thing. He took the condom off and discretely discarded it.

As he was walking towards the door, Salina entered into the dryer room. I was afraid she’d sensed something because she entered the room and had a look on her face that said “what’s that smell?”

“Glad I could be of service. Let me know when you need them again.” And with that he left the dryer room.

Salina didn’t sense anything or if she did she didn’t say anything to me. Not only did I get my hair hooked up, but I got hooked up too.

I went back to the shop about a month later to look for Kaden, but the barbers told me he left to be at his brother’s shop about 50 miles from Salina’s.

He may be gone, but I’ll never forget how he serviced me that day.

Amaliya (A)

Amaliya

No need for any quirky adjectives in my title. I am just the embodiment of everything that is beautiful in a woman who enjoys sex and enjoys helping others embrace their sexy. I am the sensitive, sophisticated, charming, charismatic side of Her. I am the one who makes her relationship thrive and grow. I am the one that knocks her off her pedestal and brings her back to her “human-self.” I am the one that takes everything that Tempest craves and She-Devil controls and turn it into useful advice and creative sexual ideas.

I am Amaliya

And this is my personal diary…

Dear Diary,

It had been months since we broke up. Three years of being together and it all ends because neither of us were willing to compromise in making the relationship work. I get through this time mostly by burying myself in work by day and crying myself to sleep at night. I couldn’t stop thinking of him but what made it worse was listening to the radio or watching TV or reading a book. After 6 months I was ready to reevaluate our relationship and compromise for the better. I wasn’t sure how it was going to happen, but I was determined to find a way.

I heard through some of our mutual friends that he was “not” thinking about me just like I was “not” thinking about him. I decided that honesty was the best initial policy and decided to write him a letter about how I felt and where I wanted us to go from there.

Dear James,

I know that we were wrong for how we handled things and on my behalf I know that I was wrong to end things the way I did. After being apart for so many months, I realize now that you are too great of a man to lose. I want to apologize for putting you through anything and I hope that we can talk about this face to face.

Love always,

Amaliya

I attached this letter to the windshield of his car. I felt like such a stalker hiding out in the bushes in the middle of the night to let the man I loved know how I was feeling. Hopefully, everything will be worth it in the end. He must’ve been thinking the same thing because a few days later I found a note attached to my windshield that read:

Dearest Amaliya,

You don’t know what it has been like living these past months without being able to communicate to you. I have found myself looking at your facebook profile picture asking myself if breaking up, without really considering thing,s was for the best. I would like for us to talk face to face. I’ll let you lead the way just let me know.

Love you,

James

I was elated to know that the rumors were true and James was considering getting back together with me, now for the inevitable heart to heart.

It was Sunday, late afternoon. I sent James a message telling him to meet me at Chastain, our favorite park, so we could talk and go for a walk like we used to do. I parked my car by the tennis courts and waited for him to arrive. I was anxious to see him after months of being a part. I sat in my car listening to the end of the 7:00 jam. My nerves were frazzled because every time a car passed my heart skipped a beat. Finally, after waiting for about ten minutes, his black Nissan Altima pulled up and parallel parked two cars down from mine. He looked so good in his basketball shorts and red t-shirt. I could tell his curly black hair had recently been cut low and his butterscotch colored face was clean shaven. Absence absolutely makes the heart group fonder, because I started to miss him even more than I already had.

We smiled as we slowly started to walk towards one another. Even though we could instantly feel the sexual tension between us, we didn’t know what to do. Were we supposed to hug passionately? Should we slap each other five? I mean this situation was so awkward! We finally settled on a friendly embrace and started our 4 mile walk around the park.

It was quiet between us for a moment. I enjoyed James’ company as we walked and listened to the sounds of the birds chirping and the crickets humming. We did the normal bout of questions: how is work? How are your mother and family? Etc. etc. etc. The sun was beginning to set. We had already gone half-way around the park before I started to speak my feelings for James.

“James….I really don’t know what to say. It’s like I got a million thoughts in my head, but none of them will come out right. All I can really say is I’m sorry.” I said to him.

“I’m not sure what to say either. All I can say is I’m sorry too for not understanding what you were going through at the time and not being more sensitive to your feelings and not being there like I needed to be.” He said and like that our conversation about the past started.

We had talked for a good hour before another pause was taken between us. I guess it was our moment of reflection and decision about where the future for us was going to go. Should I stay or should I let it be? As I was thinking about our conversation over and over and the actions that led up to this moment, I was caught off guard with a passionate kiss in the middle of the sidewalk next to the golf course. You know how people ruin these moments with talk and stammering and questions? This wasn’t one of those moments. I knew we needed to talk, but I also knew we needed what was to come next. Six months of anger, sadness, tension, and sexual frustration was taken out on this beautiful man’s lips. We were so deep in our kiss that we didn’t even realize that the night security guard had driven past us until he blew his loud siren and flashed the lights. We turned towards him to let him know that we were continuing on our way. The next moment the security guard drove away.

We broke apart from our kiss and continued to walk along the path. James took my hand in his and I almost melted. I enjoyed the electricity that was going between our clasped hands. I didn’t want the moment with James to end. All of a sudden, he led me to a secluded spot on the golf lawn. The moon was hanging beautifully round and bright in the night sky. It was night time now, but the air was warm and brisk. Perfect.

James held my face in his hands and began to slowly and sensually kiss me, closed mouthed at first wanting to get acquainted with the lips he had missed so much. I kissed him with equal passion, not wanting the moment to end. As he explored my mouth with his thick tongue, he ran his fingers through my long dark brown hair. His hands slowly and gently began to caress my back and arms. Simultaneously, we fell to our knees on the soft, cool tailored grass.

His moan was almost inaudible as I broke apart from our feverish kiss to lick, kiss, and suck on his neck. It has always intrigued me to know that the quickest way to make James putty in my hands was to go for that sweet spot on his neck between his ears and collar bone, right next to his jaw. His moans began to get louder as I worked my tongue in circles on his neck. As I was bringing him closer to bliss with my mouth and tongue, he was doing the same by sucking and blowing into my ear. I couldn’t take it anymore; I had to have this man that I had been wanting for so long.

Our sweet passionate escapade became almost primal and animalistic. Right there in that secluded spot on the golf green, we tore at each other’s clothes until we were bare under God’s night sky and on Atlanta’s Chastain Park.

He slowly trailed kisses to my exposed breasts. The cool breeze had made my nipples erect and the sensations his lips were causing made them ache. He cupped my breasts with his hands and brought my right breast to his mouth as he rubbed his thumb over my left nipple. He took to my breast like a starving child and ravenously licked and sucked it into submission. Not wanting to make the left breast jealous, he hungrily gave the left one the same voracious treatment. My breathing became labored and quick. My pussy pulsated and flowed like a river from the sensations this man was bringing to me. The fear of getting caught doing naughty things in a public area, especially since the security guard was probably driving around continuously, was making me almost delirious with delight.

James massaged and manipulated my breasts with a ferocity that I had not seen from him. He kissed me. Even though he had been kissing me since this escapade began, this kiss was different. It was stronger and emotional. As this kiss continued, his hand slowly moved downward to my throbbing, hot pussy. He knew what he was doing and I didn’t want him to stop. He rubbed my aching clit with his rigid middle finger, circling it clockwise and counterclockwise over and over until I practically begged him not to stop. With a fast pace he massaged the fat outer lips of my pussy. Without notice, I almost came when he plunged his middle and ring finger into my wanting vagina. He worked his fingers like I knew he was going to be working his dick momentarily. With all the sensations swirling around me, my pussy exploded onto his fingers.

He brought his fingers to his lips and licked my juices off of them slowly, seducing me with his eyes as he brought his fingers to my mouth and I licked his fingers clean. “You taste better than I remember.” He said.

Without another thought, I was laying my back against the cool, moist grass. James took my socks and shoes off of my feet. He put my legs in the air and placed my left foot in his mouth. He kissed each toe and licked between each space before he moved on to the next foot and gave it the same treatment. My body was calling for James to plunge his thick 8 inch dick into my wet walls. He answered by spreading my legs wide apart and plunging deep into my moist cavern. I moaned loudly. James was working my pussy into a frenzy and it was driving me wild. He stroked my inner most walls with precision as I rotated my hips under him. My years of bellydancing and durty winding had paid off because James was moaning like crazy. He closed my legs around his dick and placed them over his shoulder and pounded my pussy. I’ve always enjoyed how he jackhammered into me like that. I screamed and moaned and came all over him. I was damn near famished, but I wasn’t going to let up until he reached his climax too.

He turned me on my side and continued to work my body over and over again until he announced that he too was about to come. I told him, “Okay baby, I’m ready for you cuz' I’m cumming too.” And like that, we came simultaneously.

After that night, James and I continued to talk about what direction we wanted our relationship to go. He announced his decision when he surprised me with the proposal of a lifetime that September for my birthday. I must say that when we were apart, we learned the meaning of appreciating true love.