humor. Now you know I had to ask her if she was down with any of that stuff she wrote in her book. She laughed, then leaned in and whispered, “Girlfriend, I’m strictly about the dick; there’s nothing a chick can do for me.” Well, now, that’s what I’m talking ’bout. She’s all right with me.
Not only did I get autographed books, I took a ton of pictures. I also had the chance to meet some of the authors whose books I’ve read. And, baaaaby, let me tell you. There were some fine-ass men out there, showing body. Whew, dick for days! We are really some beautiful people. And it was really nice to see us all together without drama. Plus, the weather was beautiful!
Humph. Who said black folks don’t read?
Anyway, I got home around eight-thirty, then had the nerve to go to a club in Woodbridge called Studio 9. This big-time promoter from Newark was having a party there. I’ve been there twice, and each time I’ve had a great time. It’s always packed, and the music is enough to make my body hot. And the men are always plentiful. So I decided to get fly, and do the damn thing—by myself. I will never understand why a chick would hang out with a bunch of other chicks like a pack of wolves, competing for the attention and sometimes temporary affection of a man. I can see maybe two chicks going out on the town together. Even that would be a bit much for
Anyway, I got my dance on, took a few numbers, then was ready to go on my way. But of course, things don’t always go according to plan, which is not always a bad thing. Interestingly, I wasn’t really out on cock patrol or looking to get into anything last night. I wanted to finger-pop a bit, then bring it back to the house. But as I was walking toward my car, this brotha leaned his head out of the passenger’s window of a sleek, black S600, and said, “Yo, ma, damn you fine. Let me holla at you.”
Now I started to ignore him and keep it moving, but when I cut my eyes over at him, I noticed how sexy he was, so I told him if he wanted to speak to me, he needed to step out of the car and come over to me like a grown-ass man instead of some little boy. And that’s exactly what he did. I immediately sized him up. The dude was fine, and definitely young. But who cares? He had a grown-man swagger I found appealing. If he wanted to play with matches, then I’d be more than happy to set his ass on fire.
The minute he stepped up in my space, I asked him how I could help him. And he said I could help him by giving him my name and number. I smiled and told him to walk me to my car. He did. As we walked, I learned he was twenty (just like I thought, barely legal), from Hartford, but was resting in Elizabeth. When we got to my car, I told him he’d better get back to his ride before they left him. He gave me a look, then made it clear that nothing moved unless he moved. That made my pussy jump. I smiled.
“You ever been with an older woman?”
“Yeah,” he boasted. “I don’t rock with no one under twenty-five. Chicks my age bore me.”
“Is that so? Well, I’m thirty. Think you can handle that?”
“No doubt, baby.”
“You ever fuck a chick in her ass?” I boldly asked.
He didn’t flinch. “Nah, not yet. I haven’t met a chick who wasn’t scared to let me.”
“I love it when a man fucks me in the ass,” I said, getting right to the point. “It makes my pussy wet and creamy. Once you get a taste of a nice, tight ass wrapped around your dick, you’ll think you were in heaven.”
“Damn, you a real live freak, I see.”
“I like to get my fuck on. You got a problem with that?”
“Nah, baby. Do you?” He rubbed his chin, then pulled at his neatly trimmed goatee. He licked his lips. “So you like taking dick in the ass?”
“I love it,” I said. “It makes me cum like a fountain whenever I have a nice big dick deep in my ass, and fingers fucking my pussy. Do you have a big dick?”
He grinned, stepping in closer. “Is ten inches big enough for you?”
“Is it thick?”
“Like a cucumber. And it shoots more than one round.”
“Well, check this out,” I said, all sexy-like. “I need my pussy and ass licked. And I’m looking for a nigga who ain’t scared to put the work in. Then when I’m done cumming all over his face and lips, I want dude to lie back, close his eyes, and let me use my mouth and tongue to suck and lick his balls, then milk the nut out of his dick. And for the record, I got a fat, puffy pussy with thick lips and a big clit. And I like it when, after a man finishes slurping, licking, and sucking all over it, he turns me over, spreads open my fat ass cheeks, then eats my ass out the way a freaky, nasty-ass man is supposed to.” Then I told him I would fuck and suck his ding-a-ling into a damn sling. You know, straight house him until his dick cramped up.
Let me tell you. By the time I had finished, I had him drooling.
“So, you still tryna holla?”
“Hell, yeah. Shit. Let’s go get a room.”
I laughed. “Slow down, tiger. Not tonight.”
“Oh, you playin’ games, right?”
“Baby boy, I don’t play games. I live life. And I fuck on my terms.”
“You got a name?”
“It’s Janaye. And yours?”
“Quincy, but all my peeps call me Q.”
He was not only intrigued, but turned the hell on. I could tell his dick was harder than steel by the way he shoved his hands down in his pockets and kept shifting from one leg to the other. He pulled his dick to the side, trying his hardest to keep it in check. I smiled, then leaned in closer and asked him if he was willing to release his inhibitions, to relax his mind, and allow me to take him to higher ground.
When he said, “Hell yeah,” I discreetly ran my hand along the front of his jeans, squeezed his dick, then whispered my pre-paid cell number into his ear. I opened my car door, then slid in. I rolled my window down, blew him a kiss, and slowly pulled out of the parking lot. Now between you and me, if he’s able to remember my number and calls, I’m going to fuck his young ass sideways. If not, oh well.
Well, gotta go. I’m exhausted from my weekend, so I need to get my ass in the bed. Tomorrow it’s back to work, and I need to have my mind right in order to deal with them folks. Ugh, I really fucking hate Mondays. Oh, well. Good night. Until the next time…happy fucking and sucking!
CHAPTER TEN
Let me ask you something: Do you think if a man allows you to insert a finger into his ass and he
Well, if I had to answer the first question, I’d say, “Personally, I don’t think so.” There is nothing wrong with massaging a man’s prostate and giving him that ultimate nut. Now, uh, if he’s asking you to strap on a dildo and fuck him deep, then I’d say, “Proceed with caution, and keep your eyes and ears open.” But it still doesn’t mean he’s sexually attracted to men. Honestly, if a man wanted me to fuck him, I would. I’d slap that ass, strap on a long, thick dildo, and dick him down like no tomorrow, then suck his dick when I’m done tearing his asshole out the frame. I’d do him exactly like some of them do us. Rough and dirty.
“Yeah, take this dick, nigga. You like Mommy’s big black dick? You want Mommy to nut up in that ass? Whose ass is this? That’s right, back that hairy ass up on this dick…this ass is mine, nigga…damn, you got some good, tight ass…don’t let me find out you givin’ this ass to some other bitch.”
And the whole time, I’d alternate slapping both of his ass cheeks. The thought has me cracking the fuck up. Yep, I sure would strap it up, and tap it up. I’d fuck him silly. Then afterward, I’d give him some of Mommy’s hot, wet pussy and let him know he’s still a damn man. At the end of the day, I wouldn’t think it meant he was gay or had bisexual tendencies. You can only be gay or bisexual if there’s a sexual attraction to the same sex, right?
