What To Do (cont)

Slowing my brain function returns, my senses begin to operate, and

the power of speech no longer eludes me. "Gotta lotta work to do

tonight", is all I muster to say in reply to the first question he asked

even though in my previous distress I don’t remember how long

ago he asked it. “Really,” Handsome replies, “3 extra shots? That

must be one hell of a project!” All I can think to say is, “Yeah.”

That will be $7.00 says the enthusiastic teenager behind the cash

register, looking at me like I’m keeping her from something much

more exciting. I pay for my coffee and turn to leave when again

Mr. Brain-Eraser speaks, “So exactly how pressing is this work of

yours?” I stop and look at him torn between what I want to say and

the truth. I want to say it’s not that important if you want to take me

home and have your way with me; yet instead I open my mouth and

the truth falls out, “It’s actually very pressing!” I throw him a shy

smile and make a bee line for the door.

I make it to my car, open the driver’s side door and get it, I want to

start the car and speed off unable to believe that I just shot down an

obvious invitation to possibly something fulfilling. “Damn Naranja,

you have got to be out of your mind,” I say to myself with a

frustrated sigh. Then there’s a startling knock at the window. I

damn near jump into the passenger seat, my heart has jumped from

my chest and landed on the dash. I slowly turn my head actually

afraid of who might be standing there. To my surprise its Mr.

Brain-Eraser smiling, he’s pointing down but I don’t know at what.

He reaches down and opens my door and then takes the keys out

from the door lock and says, “Ms. Lady I think you need a little

break because you left the car keys outside the car; don’t think

you’re going to get very far without them!” He flashes a camera

worthy smile at me as he hands me the keys. Exasperated and still

panting from the scare he just gave me, I smile back and say,

“Thank You, I really may be a little distracted because I have so

much work to do.” Well I think that perhaps you could use and

early dinner and a little pause time. So what do you say to obliging

a coffee house admirer to a little of your time? My brain has

stopped again, is he asking me out? I mean it is still early and I

could use something to eat now that he mentions it, but is he really

asking me out, me? “Thanks for the offer, and for my keys but I

really need to get back to work” I hear myself saying the words but

I can’t believe that I just pretty much said I’d rather work than to

have dinner with the most deliciously handsome man I have ever

seen in REAL life.

"I understand", he replies, but I can hear the disappointment in his

voice as he concedes, "I admire a woman with such dedication." As

he stands from his leaning position against the door frame of my

car, I feel that this might be my one and only chance and I can’t let

it slip through my fingers like this. “You know what, your right, it

is early and I haven’t eaten a thing all day. So what do you have in

mind Mr. Uhh” I stop when I realize that I don’t know his name.

“Seneca Waters and you are?” He extends his hand to me I gently

lay mine in his overwhelmed with delight as I finally get to feel his

touch. “Naranja Lightening, it’s a pleasure to make you

acquaintance Mr. Waters” a rush of electric fire rushes through me

as he caressingly shakes me hand. I’m about ready to burst at the

seams at the powerful surge that he is sending through me just by

touching my hand. “The pleasure is all mine Ms. Lightening! I

know of a little place a few blocks from here where we can get a

little something to eat and get a little more acquainted.” That

sounds very nice sir, lead the way. He stands again and closes my

door, I watch him walk to his car with the hunger of a lioness

hiding in high grass calculating when she should pounce on an

unsuspecting antelope. When I realize how hard I’m staring I look

at me in the rearview to make sure my tongue isn’t hanging out of

my mouth. Finally get to see what he’s all about, I get to sit with

him, smell him, talk to him, listen to him, have him all to myself,

and maybe even sneak a touch or two. Oh yeah, I’m glad I decided

to leave work early, I’m ecstatic I decided to stop at the coffee

shop, I’m delighted I didn’t let this opportunity pass me by, but

what do I do when it’s time to say good bye. ©

What To Do?

“Hello,” he says making the very depths of me shiver. What the

hell was that I say to myself as I continue walking? Making my

way throughout the day just became much more difficult. I

managed to remember to pick up my boss’s dry cleaning, pay his

utility bills, drop off the check for his children’s tuition, pick up his

flyers from the print shop, and take his dog to the groomers. The

life of a personal assistant is much like the analogy of a chicken

running around with its head cut off. Making my way back to my

desk my reflection shows I’ve been wearing a love sick smile as an

accessory. “What are you gleaming about?” asks the receptionist

from down the hall. Oh nothing just happy I got all my running

done early that’s all is the response I throw at her nonchalantly as

I anxiously log into my computer and check the voice mail

messages. As the trail of seemingly never ending messages ring in

my ear I can’t help my mind constantly drifting back to the “Hello”

from hours before. The surge returns and I squirm in the seat

wanting to embrace the feelings that are radiating throughout my

lower extremities, but knowing full well that if I do I might just

cum from the intensity. “Naranja” calls Mr. Gall. What can I do for

you sir? “I have to get these resources confirmed and the company

financial statements verified and reconciled by Thursday so I can

present my preliminary ad ideas to upper management by Monday

morning” Sure I’ll get started on those right away. Damn its

Tuesday I really hate when he throws a weeks’ worth of work at me

at the last minute and expect me to complete it with a snipers

precision. While complaining to myself inaudibly I notice Mr. Gall

coming out of his office with his briefcase and realize he’s leaving

for the day at 2:30. “Have a good evening sir” I encourage with a

smile. He just nodes and continues out the door. Feeling

aggravated by his early departure after dumping his workload on

me I let out an exasperated sigh and decide to work on all of this

from home. I pack up all the files and pieces of scratch paper he has

written notes on into my bag, grab my jacket off the back of my

chair, and head out the door as well. 

Figuring it is going to be a long night of research I stop at the

coffee house between work and home. When I walk in the door my

mind is coordinating the best attack plan to accomplish the tasks

Mr. Gall has so enthusiastically assigned me. I swear this man

wants me to fail miserably so he can have a reason to request

another assistant that will be a much more jovial ego stoker.

Proceeding to the counter in my fog of what to do and in what

order, I stand before the teenager that obviously would rather be

anywhere but standing behind the cash register and place my order.

As she walks away to prepare my mocha latte, with three extra

shots to kick up the caffeine, I hear a familiar voice speaking softly

behind me. “Twice in one day, I must play the lotto when I leave.”

Slowly I turn around and gaze into the most gorgeous brown eyes

I’ve come across in all my years, instantly I’m paralyzed and have

lost all brain function. He continues, “So still haven’t gotten your

caffeine fill either, huh?” I watch his lips aware that he is speaking

to me but I can’t hear a word he is saying, my ears have closed and

all I can hear is the galloping of my heart and the strain of my lungs

as they try to continue functioning without the help of my brain.

Damn he is as beautiful as a celestial being floating towards me

from the most magnificent sunset ever to be shone on a movie

screen.

Since my hearing has failed I can only feel the warmth of the words

he is speaking to me. Each twinkle of his eyes starts a new on slide

of sensations that are engulfing me like a black hole swallowing up

a solar system, one planet at a time. I’m cold, I’m hot, I’m

confused, I’m elated, I’m lost, I’m his, he had me at “Hello”. ©

To Be Continued…… 

4 U I Will.....

4 U I will be all that U need 4 me 2 be.

4 U I will 4get about me and concentrate wholly on the WE.

4 U I will relinquish all doubts, fear of defeat, and uncertainty.

4 U I will rise 2 the occasion, any time, any place, regardless of who’s watching without hesitation.

4 U I will say Yes never considering a No.

4 U I will release that which burns, saturates, engulfs, emanates, and regenerates.

4 U I will explore that sexual, sensual, unrestrained, depth that no one before U touched let alone could tame.

4 U I will test my limits, explore the unknown, and dive into the abyss that is U.

4 U I will allow the tears to flow after experiencing love making so profound riding the high that only U and I can know.

4 U I will hold my breathe in anticipation……Your next touch, Your breath on my breast, Your body against mine.

4 U I will taste the essence, sample every expression, and devour the explosion of all sexual frustration.

4 U I will climax on demand, whether I’m lying, bent over, seated, or told to stand.

4 U I will be the beacon of light guiding your ship through the thick fog in the darkest of night.

4 U I Will……

4 U I Am…….

4 U I Can…...

4 U I Am Going 2 Be………….

Yes Sir My Beloved Black Man!  ©

The Outing.........

Finding a secluded spot on the edge of a beautiful grassy meadow brought goose bumps to my already excited flesh. Seeing him carrying the basket of goodies I spent all morning packing and the blankets we’ll sit on has me smiling from ear to ear. This is time we’ve needed, away from the constraints and demands of our careers, our families, our schedules, and our cell phones. The sun peeking out from the clouds provides warmth in a “sun-kissed” way, just the right amount to timidly counteract the goose bumps.

I stare out at the magnificence of our surroundings taking in all colors, smells, and sounds. Glancing over I see “Him” spreading out the blankets looking delighted within himself. I turn to him and ask; “Are you ready to eat?” With a seductive and sinister grin he replies; “Not yet.” Yeah with that look, the forecast just went from Partly Cloudy to Rain Showers with heavy downpours expected throughout the day.

As we lay face upon the soft blanketed grass, pointing out various cloud configurations, laughing at each other’s jokes, talking about anything and every. “This is where we started,” he states. Taking me back in time to before all that came with “we” distracted us from each other. Hearing you laugh so effortlessly reminds of when we first met. We were young and I was innocent, until you captured and caged my turtle.

After sharing a satisfyingly light lunch we again just lay on the blankets enjoying our surroundings, the tranquility of nature, and quiet togetherness. Still lying on my back I close my eyes to fully take advantage of this peaceful time. There is a soft refreshing breeze beginning to blow across my body. The first time it whispered over me was a pleasant surprise, the second time I inhaled and exhaled deeply taking its cleansing power into my lungs, the third times felt different; there is something added, warmth, moisture, a tickling.

I open my eyes and he’s staring down at me. That look I haven’t seen it in forever, a burning desire, a hunger unsatisfied, a thirst unquenched. I’ve seen that look before, but it’s been so long I can’t remember when. As I gaze into those gorgeous chocolate brown eyes, I get lost in them, lost in their drawing power, I can’t move, I don’t even know if I’m breathing. That look now I remember, it’s the way he looked at me the first night we made love.

“Is there something I can help you with Sir?” I ask breathlessly as my insides begin to contract with a relentless anticipation. His reply, “I know where to find exactly what it is I need!” Slowly the hand that had been lightly tickling my knee begins sliding up my thigh, finding its way underneath my dress, to the center of me which is moistening rapidly. He teases the top of my turtle, sensually exciting her shell. I feel surging sensations from my head to the very tip of my toes. Yes, this man continues to excite me in ways that no one else knows.

Follow me he instructs and gracefully I oblige his beckoning. He leads me to a great tree that has been swaying in the breeze with the same excitement that now courses through me. From his back pocket he reveals my favorite pair of leather hand cuffs. “I’ve got something I want to give you but with your hands you can’t touch.” As he speaks his instructions my center releases a flood of wetness as I lift my hands to him and he secures the cuffs as they dangle from the large tree branch. Restrained and intoxicated by the adrenaline rushing through my body, I watch as he unbuttons his shirt with the slow seduction of a strip tease.

He comes close me consuming me with that look, “Kiss me” he says almost in a whisper. Obediently I apply my moistened lips to his strong chest, making my way to his nipple to taunt it with the tip of my tongue. He moans and then pulls me close with one quick thrust, he squeezes me in his arms, and kisses me with a passion of being reunited after a time span of far too long. While still caught up in the power of his kiss, I feel him grab hold of my ass, then my hips, and now a lift. With my legs wrapped around his waist and my hands movement restricted by the cuffs, I give in to being his toy. At the mercy of his desire, no longer can I feel the breeze, just the heat of my body as my temperature grows higher and higher.

He reaches between my legs and I think he’s going to tease me once more, but instead he rips the center from my panties, removing the hindrance so he can freely enjoy. “Tell me you want me, and make it convincing my Dear,” he utters with a soft growl. “Yes Daddy, I want you, I need you, please take me right here!” Without hesitation he entered me both lovingly and with force. Handcuffed and swinging from that tree, my love took me to a place full of unfurled ecstasy. After experiencing an orgasm that only a fairytale can explain, he released me from the tree, then laid me again on the blanket and covered my still shivering body.

As the sun began to set and my senses returned to me. Big Daddy leaned over and whispered, “I Love You, and I’m glad you enjoyed our first christening of a tree.” ©

Turtle Brownies!

Warm, decadent, delicious and delightful. Tantalizing my senses, arousing my creativity, peeking my desire, and satisfying my thirst. This is how I see you; you are my greatly anticipated dessert. That which fulfils my hunger and then takes me over the edge. Outside chocolaty and supple. Inside soft, creamy, and warm.

My delight at any hour. Into you I can escape and throw away all the strains and stresses of my day. My comfort is reached once the sight of you I see. Into orbit I surge as I taste the sweetness of you. With every taste, my quiver intensifies drawing me closer and deeper as I gaze into your eyes. Seeing the excitement in you grow as I sample these feelings and sensations I thought I'd never know.

Oooh yes, that taste of chocolate, strangely erotic, toxic to the dread of loneliness and despair. My wonderful, immobilizing sensual, all-inspiring treat. Just a taste of you gives me a supernatural power one which never has to experience defeat. Your sampling is worthy of a historian's dissertation. A fable worth spreading factually throughout the ages.  ©

Gooey

Look at him sleeping soundly looking like a lil boy all sweet and innocent. Yet I know his secret, his inner most desire. That yearning deep within that ignites capsizes and also extinguishes my hidden fire. He is the one that I love, yet maybe I should hide it better. He can do no wrong as far as I’m concerned because I understand. I know that he’s a man, flawed, mercurial, indecisive, and aggravating but yet perfect, strong, dedicated, and sublime.

Understanding his position as my Head, Instructor, Provider, Protector, Companion, Friend, and Lover; I willing submit to his every Direction, Suggestion, Order, Request, Whelm, and Desire. Many don’t understand why I jump when he moves. It’s not because he beats me it’s because he makes the woman in me ooze. I bow before him for he is my King it is under his tutelage that I blossom, spring forth, and extend to the warmth of the sun.

It is his seed that my womb longs to nourish and incubate. Sure I’ll be his slave in every sense of the word. Proudly sitting quietly at his feet, even answering his call sweetly and meek. He calls to my deep parts and he is master of my orgasm, on queue as he demands, they disperse violently; yes I melt in his mouth, in his hand, and where ever else I can. He’s the love of my life and I aspire to be his good thing. He had me at his first spoken word to me, the sound of his voice oooh what it does to me. ©