Deep Throat Diva

burned down, it sparkled. My eyes widened, my heart raced. “OhmyGod,” I exclaimed, “is that what I think it is?”

He put his finger up to my lips. “Don’t speak, aiight?” I nodded my head, fighting back tears. “I done a lotta dirt out here, fuckin’ wit’ a buncha broads, bringin’ drama into our relationship and shit, but I’m done wit’ that bullshit. And I’m not just shootin’ a buncha shit ’cause a muhfucka’s ’bout to do time. I’m speakin’ from the heart, yo,” I opened my mouth to say something, but he stopped me, again. “Listen, yo. I gotta get all this shit out now so let me finish.” He kissed me softly on the lips. “I love the hell outta you, baby. You my heart, girl. And I wanna give you the world. I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you. That’s some real shit. I wanna build a life wit’ you, grow old wit’ you, and have a buncha mini-mes and mini yous. When I step up in that courtroom, you already know what it is. I’ma be down for a minute, baby. But I’m comin’ home to you. And I wanna know you gonna be here when I get out. Are you gonna be here for me, yo?”

“Yes,” I whispered, choking back tears.

He looked me in the eyes, stared deeply into them, and said, “I want you to be my wife, yo.” He paused, staring at me long and hard. “Pasha Nivea Allen, will you marry me?” OhmyGod, my man actually had tears in his eyes!

I nodded my head, letting my own tears stream down my face. One, because I saw his love for me in his eyes in a way I hadn’t seen before; two, because I couldn’t believe that he was actually proposing to me; and, three, because I knew that in a matter of weeks it was going to be the last time he’d be fucking me. “Yes, baby,” I answered, feeling overwhelmed with joy.

We kissed, then he took my face into his hands.

“I’m givin’ you my heart, Pasha. Whatever you do, don’t play me, yo.”

“I promise, baby,” I said, inviting him back into the wet space between my legs. I gasped as he filled me up, “I won’t.”

NINE

Beautiful black diva with a hot, wet mouth seeks sweet, black dick down in her neck. Deep…Deeper…Oh, yes…listen to the gurgling sounds that escape from the back of my throat as you thrust your powerful dick down into my throat, watching my neck expand to receive every inch of your pounding. If you like what you’ve read, and you’re ready to nut, reply back with complete stats: age, ht/wt, dick size. No fat men, no smelly men, no hanging bellies, no STDs; just long, hard, freshly-washed dicks!

I proofread what I’ve written, shaking my head. I chuckle to myself at the last line. It’s almost amusing and downright disturbing that grown-ass niggas have to be gently reminded (and told) to wash their damn asses before trying to serve up the dick to someone. I mean, really! Now don’t get it twisted, I don’t mind a little bit of man- musk funk every now and again; especially when it’s a natural odor that emits from moving around throughout the day. But, damnit…there’s a big difference between crusty-haven’t-washed-ya-ass-in-a-week funk to just-washed- this-morning-but-got-sweaty funk. Of course, a lot of these nasty-ass niggas wouldn’t understand that. Trifling!

I press the PUBLISH AD button, then click on the AOL icon. As soon as I type in my password, I am instantly greeted with the “you’ve got mail” voice. I click on my inbox, scanning my emails. My eyes scan through my messages. Mr. Seven-And-A-Half has sent me an email. I click it open. Hey beautiful. Would love another round of that bomb-ass head game of yours. Let me know what’s good.

I smile.

Now this might sound crazy to some of you…hell, to most of you, but I rarely suck off the same cock more than once unless it’s an exceptionally delicious piece of dick. Otherwise, I won’t waste my time, energy, or spit. Now, wait one minute. I already know bouncing from dick to dick is potentially more risky than if I were to find one or two steady streams of nut to suck until Jasper gets home. But, in my mind, that would open the door for more drama than necessary. The last thing I need, or want, is a no-string situation turning into a nigga getting attached. But every so often, I come across a nigga whose dick deserves a second—sometimes a third, and fourth—round of this deep throat action. And Mr. Seven-And-A-Half is it. I type back. I’m ready when u r

My brow furrows when I peep an email with the address: [email protected]. The subject heading reads: U GOT ME FEENIN’! I click it open, then read its contents. Hey baby. Watz good withchu? I wanna feel ur tongue on my dick, again. Let’s meet up.

I type. Who are u? Then go down to the next message.

I click it open. You sound hot, baby. I love head, but my girl will only suck it a little. And she’s not very good at it. I am looking for a long, hot, wet, tight BJ to completion, while you play with your clit. Or if you prefer, I’ll eat ur pussy. YOU MUST HAVE a FACE pic to send, or I won’t meet. Yours gets mine. I am 5’10 180 muscular build, tattooed, mod hairy. A real man. 7 cut & thick. I am drug & disease free. I can only travel within 10 minutes of Livingston because I will have to sneak out while gf’s sleeping. I haven’t jerked off or had sex in over 2 weeks, so it should be a big load. U down?

I reply. Sorry, boo. I don’t send face pics. It’s too bad ur girl isn’t putting in any throat work. Hope u find someone who will. Good luck 2 u!

The next email reads: I’m what you’re looking for, beautiful. Well endowed man here. 35, blk, 5’9, 180lbs, brown eyes, powerful 9” very thick and cut, large head and full balls. Would love for you to come to my office so I can stretch your neck with all of this dick.

I type. Please send a cock pic. Thanks!

Next email: Hey there, beautiful. Bi-racial cat here: 44, 6’3 about 225 lbs, 36’’ waist, shaved balls. Married and love to get sucked. I’m also into some kink, like lightly twisting my balls, nipple clamps, etc. Can host in my backyard in a camper. Very discreet here; not looking for drama. I’m available after 11 tonight when wife goes to bed. If interested, let me know.

Kink? Mmmph…definitely not interested. I delete, shaking my head. All I’m looking for is a hard dick to suck. What the fuck is wrong with some of these niggas? Either they can’t read, or they’re plain stuck on stupid. In either case, it gets on my damn nerves!

Over the last year, since I’ve been posting these sex ads, I’ve come across a dozen or so men who have wanted something extra along with getting piped out. Like the nigga who could only get off if he got on all fours and had his dick sucked from the back. I sucked him off once. And probably would have sucked him off again had he not come out his face and asked me to lick his asshole, too. I was goddamn through! I couldn’t even finish the nigga off once he made that request, which pissed me the fuck off because he had one of those cucumber-thick, foot-long dongs that made my mouth water. It was a beautiful, mouthwatering piece of man meat.

Then there was another nigga I met online who wanted to smell my panties while I sucked him off. I really didn’t mind that part too much. What bothered me was him wanting me to push a dildo up in his ass. A finger, I can get with. But a motherfucker requesting an ass-fucking while I’m sucking on his dick…hmmph, now that’s a bit too extra for me. However, truth be told, I did it. I punched his asshole up real good with that dildo, and sucked him off so good he almost forgot his wife’s name. Still, I was looking at his ass real sideways. Not that I’m one to be judging anyone. Annnyway…

I click onto the next email. It’s from MydickneedsUrtongue2. U sucked me off about three months ago. I haven’t had my dick sucked like that since. Wanted to get at u again but got locked up. But I’m home now and ready for another round, tonight or sometime this weekend. U really know how to handle a dick. The whole time I was in the county, that’s all I kept thinking about.

The county? Nigga, please! I still have no clue who this man is. Not that his email gave me any real hints. Still, I have no interest in playing the guessing game with him. Obviously, this nigga has no clue how many dicks I’ve swallowed, especially in the last three months. Hell, at least ten or eleven. I type. Glad I was able to leave a lasting impression on you and your cock. But, that was a onetime slurp session, baby. Good luck 2u!

The next email reads: Hey baby. I had a bad day. Would love to release some stress tonight down in your throat. 6ft1, 195 lbs, gl blk dude, 37.