Golden Moments...by Darrin Lowery copyright 2010

Short samples of Erotica from Darrin Lowery

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JUST WHAT THE DOCTOR ORDERED...

Just what the doctor ordered…

GOLDIE/KEVIN

When Dr. Natalie Carter first walked in our office I knew she was trouble. Most other men in the office felt she was trouble because she was a serious no nonsense type of woman. I felt she was trouble because I knew I wanted to sleep with her from the first moment that we were introduced. I knew she wanted to sleep with me too. The thing is she came in the office with an air about her. It was the type of attitude where she gave off the vibe that she was better than everyone else.


She just received her doctorate a few months prior to her arrival. Initially I thought to myself, why does a PR firm need a damned psychologist. The company said it was to help get some insight into the clients. It was supposed to give us an edge over other PR firms. The thing is, Dr. Carter never spoke to any of the clients. She always seemed to be hanging out and talking with the employees. I figured she was getting insight into us. Other people got that impression too so they gave her a wide berth.

When I first met her she was introduced to me while wearing a skirt, heels and a silk blouse. Her hair was in afrocentric braids and she looked like one of those serious sisters. You know, the ones that read Ebony, Cosmo and Black Enterprise and don’t think very much of black men. She had a look on her face that said I’m here, don’t mess with me, don’t approach me and if you do, you damned sure better have your shit together.

Brothers were intimidated by her. I could give less than a damn about her credentials. She had nice smooth legs, she had a decent ass and her breasts were huge. She was pretty without makeup and the fact that she was so serious, made me want to dominate her in bed. Yes, she was trouble. I knew because my dick got hard just from shaking her hand. I wanted to take in my arms then and palm her ass while kissing her passionately on the mouth. But like I said, she was one of those serious sisters. She was the type to file a sexual harassment claim just for looking at her the wrong way.

“Mr. Harris, this is Dr. Carter. She will be working here under my direction” the head of HR said.

“Nice to meet you.” I said.

“Nice to meet you as well.”

She didn’t smile, but she gave me a look. Our eyes met just two seconds too long and our hands held to one another just a few seconds too long. Call it love at first sight, chemistry or just plain karma, but we cliqued with one touch. Like I said, my dick was hard.

Her office was placed right next to mine. I couldn’t help but think that was a mistake. The other men called her the ice queen because she was so cold to them in the office. I had something that would make her melt. I was looking forward to warming up to the Ice queen and one day having her in my bed.

I mistook her being pretty to mean that she had a great personality. In some things I thought she was naïve and in other things I thought she was kind of a bitch. That didn’t make me want her any less. Like I said, I wanted to dominate her in the bedroom. Still, business was business and on the business side of things, I found myself arguing with her all the time, even over little shit.

Because she had her credentials she had a way of being cynical that made a lot of other people feel insecure. I had that same dry sense of humor and if she hit me with something, I’d hit her back with a smart comment as well. I never crossed the line but I pushed the envelope with her a lot. We always disagreed with our approach to dealing with clients and there were many days that we would have to agree to disagree. There were other days that we would be mad at each other and simply didn’t speak.

It was certainly beginning to sound like a relationship.

There were many days that we would argue at work that I wanted to go in there and just say, “Look dammit, stop all this MF fussin and relax!” Then I wanted to go into her office, close the door and turn her over across her desk. I wanted to hike her skirt up, snatch her panties down and tap that ass for old and new.

That’s what I wanted to do. But again, Dr. Carter was one of those serious sisters.

I got the impression that she liked arguing with me. There were times that she would meet with her colleagues in her office and if I was walking by I’d catch her glimpsing at me as women sometimes do when they want a man. I’d give her the same look. That You know I want to fuck you, look, but she would never make a move and neither would I.

There was an incredible amount of sexual tension between us, and we were both powerless to do anything about it. I couldn’t afford a sexual harassment complaint. So I wanted on her to make a move. She never did. So I was stuck with my fantasies about her. I would take my fantasies about her out on other women that I dated.

I’d make love to other women and pretend that they were Dr. Carter. I imagined what her full breasts looked like, how they would feel against the warmth of my mouth and how beautiful she would look with her legs on my shoulders as she fondled her breasts in the midst of our love play. I pictured myself kissing her, biting her, sucking her earlobe and slapping her ass while inside of her. My darkest fantasies came from my thoughts about the doctor. Whenever I thought about her I came, hard.

Then I would open my eyes and there would be another woman beneath me.

I need to tap that ass at least once to get this broad out my system, I thought.

Then one day it happened.

We were both working late one night and it was raining hard outside. I was in no hurry to get home and I had a lot of work to do on a PR campaign for a new bank in town. The Doctor was in her office doing whatever it is that she does, and I was working hard on my campaign. I was playing music by New Edition, singing and typing at my desk. I was on a roll. Some of the best work for me would get done after five PM.

It was going on close to nine.

“Can you turn your music down or off please? I’m trying to work.”

I looked up in and my doorway was the doctor. She had her heels off, and was in her bare feet. Her feet looked nice also. Her toes were freshly painted. She was in a skirt that hugged her ass and hips and se had on another of those form fitting blouses that accentuated her cleavage. Her braids had been taken down and she was looking breathtaking in my doorway…except for the obvious frown on her face.

“My bad, I’ll turn it down” I said smiling.

“Thank you.” She said while rolling her eyes.

My music has been playing all afternoon. What the fuck is her issue that I suddenly have to turn it down now? I kept the music down but played a nice playlist I made for work. I played Kem, Maxwell, Anthony Hamilton, Sade and a host of other songs that I liked to make love to. The playlist included some Luther, Isleys and a little R. Kelly. The rain continued to pour outside and there was a storm waging outside and inside my job. I finished my work, but because it was still raining, I began cleaning up my office and I tried to keep my thoughts off of the woman next door. I don’t know if it was Pheromones’ or what, but I was horny as hell.

I played In the Rain by Keith Sweat and tossed my stress ball against the wall of my office while I allowed my mind to wander into fantasies about the doctor. A few minutes passed and once again she was in my doorway.

“Now what do you know about Keith Sweat?” She said with her hand on her hip.

“Shit, what do you know about him? This is my in the rain music.” I said smiling seductively at her. “Is my music too loud again?”

“No it’s not too loud, it’s just an interesting selection that’s all”

“Really? Why?”

“No reason.”

“No reason or is it because clinically you think I’m thinking about the lyrics of this song and you? You think I have a little transference going on doc?”

That took her by surprise. She gave me a look that said she was impressed but that she was also not going to play the game. She was still on cat and mouse and I was ready to do some role playing, like Doctor/ patient, Nurse/ patient or cop / criminal. The sexual tension was there. The thing is, would either of us be brave enough to cross the line.

“It’s really a sad song. A lot of people mistake that song for a love song. If you listen to the lyrics, it’s about a man that’s broken hearted. Are you broken hearted Mr. Harris?”

“No.”

“I didn’t think so.” She laughed and headed back to her office.

“I’m horny.”

She stopped in her tracks. She said nothing, but she did pause. The next thing I knew she was in her office and she went back to work. My heart was beating fast because I was expecting her to say something, anything. Her silence made me think that I just put my job on the line. I started to make a b-line home, but the damage had already been done. I stayed in my office and thought about my next move. Would she have me fired? Would she tell HR? She could have at least said she was offended. Instead she said nothing which made me less horny and more anxious.

I decided fuck it. There was nothing that I could do. I would just have to accept responsibility for my actions. I changed the playlist on my ipod and played my in the rain music and turned the volume up just a little. Can You Stand the Rain by New Edition started playing. Since she liked paying attention so much, maybe I could drive the message home that I was trying to convey.

No pressure, no pressure from me baby (this we know for sure) cause I want
you and I need you and I love you girl.
Will you be there for me?
Come on baby lets go get wet.I sang to the final lyrics.

There was no pressure, but I wanted to go and get wet. I wanted to make Dr. Carter wet. I wanted us to quit playing these games and make some shit happen. When I looked up again while cleaning I saw her there in my doorway again. This time she said nothing but looked at me with that look again.

“Mr. Harris, are you trying to send a message with this song?”

“I am.”

“What message would that be?”

“That I’m tired of playing this game.”

“What game?”

“Cat and Mouse. Girl you know you want me. You know I want you. What’s the problem?”

I walked over to her and she stood her ground. I looked down into her soft brown eyes and she looked up into mine. I leaned in close enough to kiss her but didn’t. I wanted her to make the first move just as I was sure she wanted me to.

“The problem… is that you are one arrogant, presumptuous sonofabitch.” She said softly.

“Yeah, and you’re a stuck up, naïve, bitch that needs some dick.” I was brazen but all bets were off.

“I need dick?”

“Not just dick, good dick. You need someone to pull your hair, make you come a few times, smack that ass and tell you what a dirty girl you are. You need someone to take charge. You need someone to make you feel like a woman so you don’t have to be the man in your own relationship.”

“And you’re that man?”

“Hell yeah. I’m that man.”

“And what would you know about my relationship? I never even said I was in a relationship.”

“Oh I’m sure you are. You’re too fine and too good of a catch to be alone. The thing is you haven’t found your equal yet. Whatever man you’re with can’t be hitting that ass right.”

“And you can?”

“Damn right.”

“Don’t talk about it, be…”

She never got to finish her sentence. I palmed that ass and kissed her softly and passionately on the lips. I closed the door to my office and kissed her neck and back up to her lips as I unbuttoned her blouse. As it fell to the floor, I freed her voluptuous breasts and took them in my hands. They felt amazing. I sucked her nipples and ran rings around them with my tongue and then went back up to her neck, her earlobes and kissed her again on the mouth. She undid her skirt and let it fall to the floor and I undressed as well taking her to my chair. I sat her down and knelt before her. I moved her lace thong to the side and devoured her right there in my office. She kicked her legs up allowing me to feast better on her and her eyes closed in ecstasy as I tasted her. She let out soft purrs as her hands caressed my head. Over and over and over again my tongue teased her. The chair was wet with her juices. I devoured her until she came.

I stood up wiping her flavor from my mouth. She remained seated and offered me the warmth of her mouth. I ran my fingers through her hair helping her to please me as I grabbed a fist full of hair. We both got a rhythm going as Love Faces played on my ipod. I threw my head back in ecstasy as she worked my flesh in her mouth. She had amazing skills, skills unlike a doctor and more like a sex instructor. I had to stop myself from coming, so I stood her up and kissed her. We both tasted one another again as we kissed.

I sat in the chair and made her straddle me. Up and down she rode me and back and forth her ass went as I palmed it and drove deeper and deeper inside of her.

“Yes, yes, yes” she purred softly in my ears as I went deeper and allowed her to decide on the pace as I hit her spot.

Her bottom lip began to quiver. She held my face in her hands and wanted to kiss me but couldn’t because her lip quivered so. She was about to come again. I watched her as her eyes were closed and her face had a chiseled look of pleasure on it as she got closer and closer to coming.

“I…I…I’m going to come again. I…I’m going to come again. Oh God.” She purred softly. Her nipples were hard against my chest and she bucked harder and harder while placing her arms around my neck. She started grinding her pussy harder up against me. The only thing separating us were her juices as she allowed me to go even deeper inside of her.

“Oh, God I’m coming.”

“Come on baby.”

“Oh God I’m coming.”

“Come on that dick baby, ride that MF, Milk that MF, take that dick baby, do that shit, ride that shit, fuck me baby, get it! Take that MF dick! Take it!”

“Oh God!!!!!” She screamed with her eyes closed. She bucked and trembled and started to come. She tried to get off of me but that was when I picked her up in one arm and tossed everything off my desk as I laid her on top of it and placed her legs on my shoulders.

“Oh shit!!!”

I started tapping that ass the way it needed to be hit. I continued with slow even strokes and increased my speed from time to time. I smacked that ass while her legs were in the air and then played with her clit enough to never fully let the orgasm go. She tried to move my thumb from her clit but I wouldn’t let her.

“Move your hands, move your hands, you want to do something with your hands, play with those titties for me. Do that shit baby, cup those MF’s.”

She played with her breasts just as I had fantasized about a million times before. She played with them, cupped them and tweaked her nipples. When she took one in each hand and began licking her own nipples that drove me mad with passion. The next thing I knew, I was coming. I pulled out and came across her chest and she continued to massage it all in. Then she gave me the warmth of her mouth again. I let out a gracious moan as I finished.

It took us a while to get ourselves together. We smiled at each other when we were done.

“We both need a shower” she said.

“My place or yours?” I said.

“Yours.”

“Do you think you will be up for another round after the shower?”

“I do.”

“Did I hit that ass right?” I said smiling.

“You were just what the doctor ordered.” She said smiling back.

I now look forward to late nights at work, especially when it rains.

My name is Kevin Devonte Harris, but my close friends call me Goldie. Before I injured my knee I was a college football superstar. I was one of the elite athletes in the nation and before my injury I had a great chance at going pro. Now that my football career is over, I'm working as a consultant at a Public Relations firm. I've been working in Corporate America for a year now. I have three goals: to make the best out of my life,to get back into pro football and to appreciate what I call stolen or "Golden Moments" in my life...

GOLDIE AND SASHA

Goldie and Sasha

My company sent me to California for the weekend and I hated it. There were meetings after meetings where it seems that nothing got accomplished. I sat through them though and when they were over I made a b-line for the mall. I needed to shop. Many of the styles and items I’ve come to love over the years come out on the west coast first. I decided to hit the mall so when I get back home I would have a lot of the newer things from Gym shoes to jewelry before my boys.

I bought about three pair of kicks, two new Movado watches and some designer shades. I didn’t realize how expensive California was. It reminded me of downtown Chicago. I was just exiting the mall when I bumped into a woman who was coming out with more bags than I had.

“Oh, I’m so sorry excuse me.” She said.

“The fault is all mine.”

We both reached down to pick up the items we dropped and our eyes met.

“Wow.” I said.

“Wow what?” she remarked back.

“You have beautiful soft brown eyes.”

She blushed. Then she smiled. It was the most beautiful smile I’d ever seen on a woman. Not only did she smile, but somehow we connected. Just like that, we connected. Her eyes were beautiful, her hair was curly and she smiled so hard at me she had to look away with embarrassment. It was clear that I was truly smitten by her.

I helped her with her things. She reorganized the bags in her hands and arms and tried to head out the door again.

“Thank you for your help.”

“Sure.”

I smiled at her. She smiled back. Then she just kind of shook her head and walked away.

She was put together nice from head to toe. She had on open toe heels, no stockings and her legs were shapely from behind. Her calves were smooth and her thighs were well defined. As she walked away I got a glimpse of her backside which looked amazing in the form fitting shirt she wore.

“Damn!”
There was no way in hell I was going to let her just walk away. I had to see her again or at the very least know her name.

“Hold on for a minute, excuse me…”

I caught up to her as I left the store. I caught up to her as she was waiting for a cab. She turned around and I noticed that she was top heavy. I mean really top heavy.

Oh shit, this is going to really be trouble.

Some guys are leg men, some are ass men and don’t get me wrong, I like both on a woman, but I had a weakness for women that were top heavy and women with great smiles. She had an abundance of both.

“Yes, how can I help you?” she said.

For a second I was speechless. The closer I got to her the more beautiful she was. She had on a low cut white blouse that was made of silk. The bra she wore kept her breasts in but it was clear they were dying to get out. The bra packaged her perfectly pushing her double D breasts up and almost out. They looked amazing, they looked as if they could come out at any minute, but clearly they weren’t. The bra was expensive and doing its job. It was a well-designed tease. My slacks stiffened just looking at her. I did my best to shows some discipline and stay focused on her face. Then she smiled again.

I was damn near weak in the knees.

“What’s your name?” I said as I approached her.

“Uh-uh, no names.”

“Why not?”

“I’m recently divorced and although I think you’re a handsome man, you have bad timing.”

“So I can’t get your name?”

“I’m afraid not.”

“So I guess dinner is out of the question also.”

“I’m afraid it is.”

“Well how about a nickname?”

“I don’t have one.”

“Shit, give me a fake name?”

“What?” she laughed and smiled again.

“I’ll take a fake name.”

“Well, I’ve always liked the name Sasha. I think it’s sexy and mysterious.”

“Okay Sasha. Well tonight I’ll be having dinner at Crustaceans . I’m staying at the Hilton. I’ll be there at eight o clock. It would be nice if you just happened to show up there.”

“I told you, you have bad timing.”

“Promise me you will at least think about it?”

“I’ll do that.”

“Great. I’ll see

you tonight.”

“I didn’t say I was coming. I said I’d think about it.”

“Okay, well I’ll be waiting.”

“And if I don’t show?”

“I’ll be hurt. Especially if I don’t get to see that smile again.”

She blushed. I hailed a taxi for her and found myself mesmerized by her legs as she stepped in the cab.

“Damn she was fine.”

SASHA

Damn he was handsome. This is what I thought as I took a cab home. It had been a while since a man looked at me in that way. I knew he checked out my body, but there was something else I saw there in his eyes as well. There was no denying there was a connection there. He was really handsome, tall and put together nicely. He struck me as a lawyer or pro athlete by the way he carried himself. He had rugged good looks and smelled really nice. If circumstances were different, I would love to have dinner with him, but being recently single. I need to still process that major life change. I’m still hurting.

I went to the mall to get my personal drama off of my mind. I figured a little retail therapy was just the thing that I needed to distract me from my separation. When I got home however I thought about the fact that shopping was only a temporary distraction.

It was nice to be noticed. It was nice to be noticed by an obviously successful black man. I went on with the rest of my day reading and cooking, but I have to admit the man was still on my mind. Then it dawned on me that I didn’t get his name.

I cooked a nice meal and laid everything out at the end of the night. I was just about to sit down and eat when I looked at the clock. It was 6:45.

Maybe I should put the food away and eat it tomorrow.

“It couldn’t hurt to get to know his name.” I said aloud

I don’t know why, but I wanted to see him again. I took a shower, put on a little something special underneath, got dressed and headed to Crustaceans. When I walked in, I saw him at a table waiting for me. It was 8:15 and there were flowers on the table where he sat, a dozen white roses.

I walked over to him. He was wearing an Armani t-shirt, watch and dark washed jeans. He looked business casual and was looking just as handsome now as he was earlier, only now he looked more relaxed. As I walked over to him my eyes traced his broad chest, sculpted arms and striking African American features. He looked like a warrior that was well dressed. He smiled as I approached and his smile was calming.

“Hello Sasha.” He said smiling.

“I didn’t catch your name.” I said pointing at him and smiling.

“It’s Goldie.”

“Goldie?”

“Yeah, Goldie.”

It was his nickname. I thought when he said Goldie it meant he was a drug dealer or wanna be pimp from Chicago. He explained that he was a golden brown complexion when he was younger. Goldie was a moniker given to him by his great grandmother. He showed me a photo.

He talked to me about his recent injury and his desire to get back into football. I talked to him about my recent breakup. I knew it wasn’t good practice, but there was something about him that made me open up to him.

We drank, we ate the most amazing crab, and we talked well into the night. He explained he would only be in town one more day and I explained to him, I wished we’d met a while back.

I enjoyed his company. He enjoyed mine. And we gazed into each other’s eyes like teenagers. He smiled at me and his smile was enough to make me moist.

I’m not one for one night stands however so when the bill came he picked it up and we said our goodbyes. He handed me his card and I handed him mine. He walked me to my car hand in hand and I have to admit that although it was a short time, it felt right.

Later that night I had trouble sleeping. I had to place the pillow between my legs because I was so preoccupied with carnal thoughts. I thought about Goldie’s muscular arms, his chest and the scent of his cologne.

It’s was 2:30 AM when I got the first text.

THINKING OF YOU. [HIS TEXT]

THINKING OF U 2. [I TEXT BACK]

I CAN STILL C UR SMILE.

I CAN SMELL YOUR COLOGNE.

IS THERE ANY DENYING THE CONNECTION WE MADE?

IDK.

There was a long pause between texts. I sat there in the darkness of my bedroom with visions of our bodies entwined. The pillow was replaced by my hand between my legs. First it was over the panties and then they explored underneath.

I first pictured him kissing me.

I then pictured him feasting on me.

Then I pictured him on top of me, inside of me, making me feel like a woman. I desired him. I desired to be wanted. I wanted to be the object of his affection. If only for one night. My phone buzzed. I picked it up longing for his next text. I didn’t want to play cat and mouse.

I wanted to be caught.

I wanted to be fucked.

I’M AT THE HILTON. ROOM 1304. I’LL WAIT FOR YOU.

I didn’t respond.

I did get dressed.

Well, I at least put on my coat.

My heart raced in the car. I’d never done anything like this before. Tonight my heart raced. Tonight I felt adventurous. Tonight desire was in control.

When a woman drives nude or near nude to meet a man, yes it’s spontaneous and yes it’s romantic, but trust me when I say there’s only one thing running through our minds while en route to our destination.

Please don’t let the police pull me over.

I arrived at his hotel in just an overcoat and heels. I walked in the lobby as if I were a guest and made a B-line for the elevator. Most hotels require a key card to even access the elevator, so I got on as another couple stepped on.

“Could you key thirteen for me please?”

Again my heart raced. Did I have the courage to go through with this? When the elevator stopped at the thirteenth floor I hesitated for a second before getting off. I headed to 1304 and knocked on the door.

I stood there for about ten seconds. My heart pounded in my chest. I was just about to knock again when the door opened up. Goldie was on the other side, naked as the day he was born. He was dripping wet as if he just stepped out of the shower or a storm. There was a storm brewing for sure. The storm was between my legs. Looking at him, naked and standing there like an ebony god, got me wet…very wet.

My eyes traced up and down his body. His eyes met mine and in them I saw lust and desire. My eyes traced his muscular shoulders, rock hard chest and eight pack abs. I allowed my eyes to continue to wander downward to his package which was smooth, thick and just the right length. His thighs were muscular, his calves were muscular and the muscle I came to make use of was full and erect. He licked his lips and I licked mine.

“Come in” that was all he said. That was all he needed to say.

GOLDIE

All night I thought about Sasha. I loved her conversation at dinner, I loved her smile and her body was nothing short of amazing. All night long at dinner my eyes traced her curves. My gaze explored places I wanted my hands and tongue to make contact with. I wanted her. My heart beat sitting across from her like a teenage boys afraid to ask a girl to dance.

She was beautiful, breathtaking and to be flawless. She had a smile that put a man to ease and warm brown bedroom eyes.

As I tried to sleep my hand kept find its way between my legs. I touched myself and wondered what she looked like naked. I wondered what she looked like in the throes of passion. Most importantly I wondered what she looked like when brought to a hard orgasm.

I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I couldn’t quell my desire for her. I could only fantasize about the thing that I wanted most. That’s when I sent the text. She was on my mind. Because of how well we connected, I hoped that I was on hers. I sent her a text telling her my room number hoping that she would come meet me.

She never responded. I tried to get her off my mind but couldn’t. I started stroking myself over and over again envisioning her naked and standing before me. When I couldn’t slow my desire I jumped in the shower where I touched myself more. I wanted her, I desired her, my every muscle ached for her.

Then there was a knock at the door.

I opened it without looking to first see who was there. I was pleasantly pleased when I saw my fantasy on the opposite side of the door.

“Come in.” It was all I said. It was all that needed to be said.

I stepped backward in the room giving her a full view of me. As I did, she took off her coat. She was wearing heels, lavender lace boy shorts and a matching bra. The lavender complimented her soft coffee colored skin. Her breasts were a thing of art. Large, full and natural. They were practically spilling out of the bra and the sight of them made my heart race with anticipation.

I walked over to her and kissed her ever so slightly on the lips. No tongue, just warm wet kisses. I then reached behind her and undid her bra. Her full breasts were free and I cupped them both in my hands as I continued to kiss her. I walked her over to the bed and turned on the radio. How Do I Know I Love You by Howard Hewitt was playing. I turned her back to me and danced with her.

My hands found the warmth between her legs as I kissed up and down the back of her neck. I hugged her, began grinding against her and planting soft warm kisses all over her neck and shoulders. She moved to my rhythm. She reached behind and started massaging me as I kissed her. I turned her around and then our tongues met.

My hands explored her ass. I then kissed her neck, her shoulder blades and palmed her ass with one hand while grabbing a breast with the other. I suckled on her sweet brown nipples and gave them the warmth of my mouth. I then gently laid her on the bed where wrapped her arms around me as we kissed.

My hand explored between her legs and over her panties. The warmth was amazing. The wetness was inviting. I rubbed between her legs as we kissed and she stroked me at the same time.

My, My, My by Johnny Gill was playing as I kissed down her body. My kisses went from one nipple to the other and underneath her breasts, down her stomach, back to her lips, collarbone, neck and down her body again until I was planting warm kisses between her thighs.

With each kiss her thigh trembled. With each caress of my hand, she let out a soft sigh. I then parted her lips with one hand and allowed my tongue to dance on her inner flesh. I licked softly, slowly and meticulously as I devoured her.

Her breasts heaved up and down as Somethin Sumthin by Maxwell played. He fondled her large voluptuous breasts as she tweaked her nipples. Over and over again I devoured her. I let my hands play a rhythm inside of her fast, slow and fast again as I licked her with abandon. The room was filled with the sounds of Maxwell and the music of our desire.

My fingers went in and out of her. My tongue tickled her special place and my pinky found it’s way into her back door. Over and over I pleased her until she came hard on my tongue.

She trembled and squealed as I pleased her. I continued to lick her beyond climax. She tried to get away from me, but I held her fast as I continued to feast on her.

Her last orgasm was just beginning to subside when I entered her. I gazed into her eyes as This Woman’s Work by Maxwell played. She was still trying to catch her breath when I slowly began stroking inside of her.

“You’re so beautiful” I told her as I caressed her face.

Again we kissed. My hands ran alongside her body and her hands ran alongside mine. She caressed my biceps, my chest and kissed me deeply as both hands found her backside and I went deeper inside of her.

She wrapped her legs around me taking me deeper inside of her. Over and over again I stroked her, kissed her, caressed her and made passionate love to her.

The bed rocked as I took fast and slow strokes inside of her. I placed her legs on my shoulders and kissed her legs while admiring her heels. She was a beautiful woman.

She played with her large breasts which turned me on even more. She sucked her own nipples, played with them and moaned with pleasure as I stroked inside of her. I slapped her butt as made love to her.

I turned her over on all fours. Watching her full breasts hang was even more of a turn on. I made love to her from behind and held firm to her hips as I forced myself deeper inside of her. I watched her beautiful bottom bounce as I made love to her.

Minutes later we both came. I held her in my arms as we collapsed on the bed. I kissed her back and lightly stroked her with my hand until we both fell asleep.

I awoke to a 69 position where she feasted on my flesh as if I were a dessert. I devoured her again and matched the warmth of her mouth with the passion of my tongue. Over and over again we pleased each other.


Minutes after that, we each came again.

We then went back to sleep.

That next morning we showered together. She washed every inch of my body and I washed every inch of hers. We washed, we rinsed, we kissed and then I dried her off from head to toe. I kissed her again.

“My name is Kevin” I said.

“My real name is…”

END

Here is an excerpt from a future project called "A Passion For More" by Darrin Lowery

He smiled at me. I don’t know why, but I smiled back.
The elevator stopped on the 18th floor and he took my hand again. This time I freely accepted it. Again, I have no idea why. Maybe it was because I was mad at my husband. Maybe it was because this man was so damned fine or maybe I was just not in my right mind at the time.

We got off the elevator and housekeeping was cleaning the rooms. The rooms that were recently finished were open. Devin took me by the hand and walked me into a room facing Lake Michigan.

He winked at the housekeeper that just finished cleaning and it looked as if he slipped her either a twenty or fifty dollar bill.

“ el salón de convenciones, la propina, una hora.”

He smiled at the housekeeper and she smiled back. She looked at me and blushed and I did my best not to blush back but I did.

“What did you say to her?” I asked him with my hand on my hip.

“Well, I think I said we were with the convention. I then tried to tell her that the fifty spot I gave her was a tip and then I told her we only needed one hour, I think.”

“You think?”

“Well, my Spanish is rusty. I could have told her that the fifty spot was to buy a puppy. Shit, I don’t know, she got the gist of what I was saying.”

“I’m sure she did. Look, I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about me following you up here. In fact maybe you should go get your fifty back and…”

“…Shhhh.”

He put his index finger to his lips. He walked over to the patio and opened the screen doors. The breeze that came in off the lake was amazing. He then walked over to the built in stereo in the room and turned on V103. The new song by Kem was playing. He turned the volume up and walked me over to the screen. He hugged me from behind and didn’t say another word.

I don’t know why, but I didn’t say anything either.

He held me. He held me like I was his woman. Good or bad, right or wrong, I enjoyed it. I closed my eyes and I enjoyed it.

I enjoyed the cool breeze from the lake. I enjoyed the warmth of his body against my backside. I took solace in the strength of his muscular arms and my senses were bombarded by his cologne, his masculinity and his sex. He held me and I enjoyed it and for a time, I forgot that the rest of the world existed.

I smiled to myself and let a single tear flow down my cheek. I didn’t want to think about my husband, my marriage or even the book event that I was at. Right now, in this moment, I simply wanted peace. He held me and for a while we said nothing.

“This is wrong” I finally said in a whisper. I said it, but I didn’t pull away from his embace.

“I know.” He said softly.

“I’m married.”

“I know.”

“Nothing good can come from this.” I shook my head no slightly like a small child who knew what he or she was about to do was wrong.

“That’s where you’re wrong. Something good can come of this.”

“What?”

His answer came in a soft warm kiss on the back of my neck. He kissed my shoulders, my neck and gently behind my earlobe. I had the cool breeze coming in off the lake and the warmth from him at my backside, but his kisses fueled another warmth between my legs.

He kissed me and said nothing. I felt his sex grind up against me and although my mind said no, my mouth said nothing and my body said yes.

His pelvis was grinding ever so slowly against my backside. I felt his manhood stiffen and the purrs that I thought were coming from him were coming from me.

One hand explored my breast and the other found my warmth beneath my dress. He rained on my neck with kisses and my eyes were closed and my breathing intensified as his hands explored me.

The one tear was accompanied by more. I didn’t open my eyes but still the tears fell and still I moaned. From behind he kissed my cheek, my neck, my shoulders and my back.

His kisses were soft, warm and inviting and I welcomed each and every one. My body thanked him for each and every one.

“My dress. You’re going to wrinkle my dress and I’m going to stain it.” These were my first words to him.

He moved my dress off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor. In my mind I protested. In reality, I side stepped out of the dress as it hit the floor.

I turned to face him. Our lips met. He kissed me softly, passionately and as if I were his woman. The kisses were so soft and so lovingly, that I felt as if I were floating.

I stood before him naked. I continued to kiss him, but instinctively the first thing I did was cover my stomach with my hand. I was self conscious. He took away my hand and placed my arms around his neck. He kissed me and we danced while he undressed.

I felt the girth of his biceps, the power in his chest and let my hand run down every ripple in his stomach. We kissed like teenagers at a dance only we danced naked. He stood before me naked as the day he was born. I opened my eyes and studied his body with approval. I had on a thong and nothing more.

His hands explored my backside. He kissed my collarbone, my breasts and took each one in his mouth. His fingers found my sweet spot and natures honey flowed freely. He then kissed between my breasts, down my stomach and his tongue found my special hide away.

I bit my lip and closed my eyes again as he began to feast on me. The breeze from the lake caressed my naked backside and the fire between my legs was full blaze. Sensations of warmth and cold hit me at the same time. My nipples stiffened and those gentle purrs I was letting out before, were now primitive moans as I slowly but surely headed to my final destination.

His fingers explored inside me as his tongue did tricks I didn’t know a tongue could do. My thighs were glistening with my love and my scent made it’s mark in the air.

My thighs began to tremble and my breasts heaved up and down as he took me there.

His licks were fast, slow and fast again. One hand explored inside while the other cupped my backside. Minutes later I was coming and coming hard. My mouth opened and for a time no sound came out. I looked down at him with lust in my eyes and my gaze was met by his. He was pleasing me but in his eyes I could see that he was enjoying pleasing me just as much as I enjoyed him devouring me. Seconds later I was coming.

“Oh God, Oh God, Oh…my…Gawd!”

I dug my nails in his flesh, I let out a wail and my knees buckled. Waves and waves of orgasm overtook me. I shook in place like a car engine trying to start. My bottom lip quivered and my legs, arms and body shivered. I found my way to the floor where I continued to come and where he continued to feast on me. His licks were slower and slower however and with each lick, my body shook with tremors. He was teasing me and it hurt so good.

I bit my lip and closed my eyes waiting on the tremors to subside. I heard a tearing noise and opened my eyes in time to see him opening a condom. He rolled it back onto his pride and then kissed my legs, my thighs, my breasts and found my lips.

I kissed him passionately. He then caressed the side of my body and the side of my legs as he slowly entered me. My orgasms still hadn’t subsided.

Now my body was on fire with passion, driven by his sensual and electric touch. He entered me slowly, inches at a time. I could feel his throbbing, his accelerated heartbeat and his passion as he went all the way in an out, slowly teasing me with his length.

“You are so fuckin sexy.” He whispered.

I hiked my legs in the air to better accommodate him and to take more of him in me. He leaned over me in a pushup position and stroked fast, slow and fast again. His rhythm was the same as when he devoured me. We both let out passionate moans as we sexed one another. We went from missionary, to me on top, to doggy style on the newly made bed in the room. Minutes later I was coming again.

“Oh shit, oh shit, Oh…shit!”

This time I was on top. I came again and my entire body shivered like a fish out of water. I wanted to stop coming but I couldn’t. I just lay on the bed and rode the wave until my body was done. I felt so good I almost went asleep.

“You didn’t come.” I said to him.

“Next time.” He said. He began getting dressed.

“There won’t be a next time.”

I said it, although I have to admit I wasn’t sure myself.

“My card is right here. Call me.”

I lay on the bed naked and still. It took a few minutes for me to get the strength to walk again. I really needed a nap and a bottle of water. I sat up and couldn’t believe what I had just done. Waves of guilt washed over me. The sensation between my legs was one I hadn’t had in a while however.

Between my legs was satisfaction.

Damn, I can still feel him between my legs. I can feel my pussy pulsating. What the hell did he do to me?

“Devin, I enjoyed this. But I’m serious. There will not be a next time.”

“Monica, we have to sign books in the next ten minutes.”

He acted as if he didn’t even hear me.

I got dressed.

I kept the card.

I walked out first. I went straight to the signing after I got myself together. Ten minutes later he was downstairs.

It was clear to me this event was a huge success. In more ways than one.

I looked in the direction of my cheating husband whom just took a woman's card. He looked in my direction and the look on his face was one of guilt.

Suddenly I didn't feel so guilty anymore.

I put a smile on my face and went back to the room where the authors were designated to do signings. I put on my best face and smiled at readers as I signed thier books. I looked across the way at Devin who smiled at me and gave a quick wink.

I wonder where this is going? I couldn't help thinking that there would be a next time.

More GOLDEN MOMENTS...

The girl at the coffee shop...

GOLDIE

I’d just finished my morning workout and started on my two mile run from the gym back home. I always stopped at the coffee shop a few blocks from my house and grabbed a medium coffee, black. The caffeine gave me the energy to go to work and finish my day, plus it afforded me the opportunity to see Tara, a beautiful Puerto Rican girl that I often flirted with. She was young, maybe twenty or twenty one years of age. She had long hair, a slight gap in her teeth and reminded me of Keyshia Cole with Latin features.

As I noticed her today, her midsection was protruding just a bit. She often looked at my toned abs in the summer, and I often noticed hers as well, even through the cotton polo uniform she was forced to wear each day. I came in and smiled at her as I usually do, and I looked down at her stomach and noticed what was clearly a “baby bump.”

“Maybe you need to cut back on the donuts.” I said jokingly.

She looked at me with her beautiful brown eyes and smiled. She had seductive brown bedroom eyes.

“I’m pregnant.”

“Are we hoping for a boy or a girl?”

“I just want a healthy baby.”

“That’s cool. Well, I hope she or he has your looks more than mine.”

“Here’s your coffee” she said smiling.

Pregnancy agreed with her. She had a glow about her and for some reason that made her even more beautiful to me. Of course I now figured she was off limits. I’d planned on asking her out sometime in the near future, but I had been really busy at work and on rehabbing my knee.

I regretted not asking her out sooner, but what was done was done. Besides, what was there to make me think she was available. Clearly she has a man and clearly she was happy.

I continued to flirt with her the farther along she got. Strangely enough, the more months that passed, the more she seemed to glow.

She had a nice petite frame. She was fit and she was sexy. But as she got farther along in the pregnancy her breasts became more full, her butt became more pronounced, and her hair which was already long, became longer.

I have to admit that I was crushing on her a bit when she wasn’t pregnant. Since she started carrying life, she began to look nothing short of stunning to me.

The flirting never stopped. If anything it became more intense. I would come in and get my coffee and tell her that we needed to work on our wedding plans. I would also say things to her like “You were amazing last night.” I also used to joke and call her my future ex-wife. She would joke back saying that she was going to hit me up nasty in child support court later on when I returned to playing football.

Some days I would come in and say things like, “Man, you’re still pregnant? You’ve been pregnant what, two years now?”

She would laugh and say things like, “I’m just waiting on you to sign that next pro contract. When the money drops, that's when the baby is going to drop.”

We had a lot of fun with it and I looked forward to seeing her after my morning run. I loved her smile and I loved looking into her eyes. Whether either of us wanted to admit it or not, there was chemistry there.

One day later in the pregnancy, I was on my way to an office party. Snow had painted it’s mark over the city of Chicago and the wind chill made it incredibly cold outside. I drove by the coffee shop which was closed and outside was Tara. She was waiting at the bus stop and appeared to be freezing. She had on a coat, but with the way her stomach stood out, I was sure the wind was blowing underneath and made her quite uncomfortable.

“You wanna ride?” I asked.

“No, I’m okay.” She waved and she smiled.

“How long have you been waiting out here?”

“About twenty minutes, but I’m okay though, thanks.”

She wasn’t okay. I was sure of that. The Transit Authority cut the route times and chances were another bus wasn’t coming along for another half hour.

“Listen, it’s no big deal. I can drop you off at the train station. At least it’s warm here in the car. Besides, I wouldn’t want anything to happen to my baby.”

She smiled and I smiled back. I pulled over and helped her into the car and headed toward the train station. To ease the tension I began with small talk.

“What are you doing working evenings anyway? I thought you worked strictly mornings?”

“Well, it’s the holiday season and I need the extra cash. Besides raising a baby alone is going to be hard.”

“Alone? I’m sorry. I just assumed that…”

“I’d rather not talk about it, okay?”

“Okay, no problem.”

I struck a nerve and for that I was sorry.

“No one could come and pick you up? I mean, so sisters or friends or anyone?”

“If they could, I wouldn’t be on the bus now would I?”

“You’re right. Again, I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be snapping at you. It’s my life. My mistakes.”

We drove in silence for a while and I turned on some music from my iPod to soften the tension.

“So where do you live?”

“A few miles north.”

“I can take you all the way home if you like.”

“No, that’s okay, You’ve really done enough.”

“It’s no problem.”

“That would be nice, but you look like you're on your way out somewhere.”

“I am, but it’s nowhere important. I was just going out to kick it with a few friends. I’d rather spend time with you and that smile anyway.”

She smiled a bit and I smiled back. Then she looked away and then came tears. She didn't cry, but tears did in fact flow.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“There’s something wrong. You wanna share?”

“It’s just weird that here I am big as a house and you still flirt with me.”

I assumed the tears were somehow associated with her hormones.

“I flirt with you because you’re beautiful. Even more so while you’re pregnant.”

She smiled again and wiped away her tears.

“Come one, where exactly is your house? I’ll take you all the way home.”

She gave me directions and we went.

We pulled up in front of a three flat and I stepped out of the car to let her out. She thanked me for the ride and headed up the walkway. Seconds later she fell. My heart skipped a beat and I thought she might be badly hurt. She fell on her side and insisted that everything was okay. I helped her to her feet and walked her directly to the door of her garden apartment. She fumbled with the keys and we both walked in. She tried to cut the lights on, but nothing happened.

“Shit!” she screamed.

She wasn’t mad at the pain as much as I imagine she was embarrassed that the lights wouldn’t come on. I guided her to a nearby couch and asked her to let me see her leg.

“It’s fine. It’s just sore. Please, I need you to leave now.”

“But…”

“Just leave!”

A silence overtook the room. Then more tears came from her. I walked out the front door and let myself out. I sat in my car for a while and I felt bad for her. I had no clue that she had so many problems and yet at work, she seemed like life was treating her well.

It dawned on me that she can’t make much money at a coffee shop and needing more hours was probably an understatement. I started to drive off and head to my party, but I couldn’t. Instead, I took my ipod out of the dashboard, parked my car and pulled out a shovel and some salt. I walked back up her walkway and shoveled away the snow and also began salting the pavement.

TARA

I was so damned embarrassed. First I get pregnant by my trifling ass ex boyfriend, Hector. And next I seem to be hitting hard times at every turn of my pregnancy. I’m going to have to move back home with my mother and on top of that, I’m going to have to deal with Hector coming around with empty promises and demands to see his baby.

I fumbled around the house looking for candles to light. I sent the electric company what I could afford to pay, but clearly that wasn’t enough to keep the lights on. I still had hot water, but with the lights off it was clear that I had no TV, no music, and that also meant the fridge has been of for who knows how long.

I lit a bunch of candles all around my apartment and then I started crying.

A few minutes later I heard scraping outside my window.

“What the hell is that?”

I looked out the window and Kevin, one of my regular customers from the coffee shop and the man that just gave me a ride was outside shoveling my walkway and salting it. I opened my door and watched him for some time. He seemed to be a good guy. He was handsome, he had a great body and he was nice, really nice to me. He didn’t notice me watching him. He put on some head phones and I guess decided that he was going to clean my walk way up.

I thought to myself that was sweet. I did hurt my leg and I’m pretty sure it’s bruised. My fall could have been worse though. In a way, I was glad he was here.

I used to have brief fantasies about him. I used to touch myself at night thinking about him. And now here he was salting my walk way.

“What are you doing?” I yelled out to him.

“Just cleaning the snow up a bit.” He said smiling.

“It’s still snowing. No matter how much you clean, there will just be more.”

“Perhaps, but with the salt, at least you will be able to get better footing.”

“Why do you care?” I put my hand on my hip.

“I don’t want anything to happen to either of my babies.”

“So now I’m carrying twins?” I said smiling.

“No, I meant both you and the baby.”

He always seemed to know what to say. He could always make me smile. I let him shovel the snow and since the gas was still on, I poured some hot water in a pot and made him coffee old school style.

By the time he was done shoveling I was back in the doorway with a cup in hand.

“Here, why don’t you come in for a minute to keep warm. I made you some coffee.”

“Thank you.” He walked in and I asked him to have a seat on the living room couch.

“Sorry about the lights and everything and…”

“…It’s no problem. We’ve all been there before.”

“Really?”

“Really. You’re not the first person to hit hard times. I feel you. Are you hungry?”

“I ate earlier.”

“That’s not what I asked you.”

I smiled. He was very direct. Handsome and direct, two things I liked in a man.”

“Yes, I’m hungry, What did you have in mind?”

“I could take you out or we could order in.”

“You wouldn’t mind ordering in with no lights and no TV?”

“Sure why not? It will give me a chance to get
to know you better.”

He ordered Pizza on his cell phone and I changed out of my uniform into a pair of shorts and an oversized t-shirt and slippers. I felt weird having a stranger in my home like this, but for whatever reason he no longer seemed like a stranger. I’d been getting him coffee for a long time now. I came out into the living area in the t-shirt, slippers and shorts and was a little embarrassed to let him see me in my natural element.

“Hey... Sexy!”

“Stop playing” I put both hands on my hips. I couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or not.

“I’m serious. You look sexy. Pregnancy agrees with you.”

Again he had me blushing. No man had made me feel good since Hector and he only made me feel good maybe ten minutes.

Minutes later the pizza came, we ate and we got to know each other better. We knew a little about each other from the small talk at the coffee shop. Tonight we got to know each other on a whole new level.

“Let me see your leg.”

As we sat across from one another on the couch, I lifted my leg and placed it in his lap. There was a visible bruise on the side of my calf.
He rubbed my leg for me. He rubbed everywhere but the bruise itself.

“What are you doing?” I said softly.

“Rubbing everywhere but there. I’m sure the bruise hurts, but if I make the rest of your leg feel good, I’m assuming that the good sensations will take your mind off the pain.”

Those good sensations he was talking about definitely took my mind off the pain of the bruise. It also sent sensations to other parts of my body. I wanted to protest. I wanted to say no. But he made me feel good. He made me feel really good. He massaged my calf, then my foot and he applied enough pressure to make me feel good without tickling me. He ran his hand alongside my outer and inner thigh, and when he rubbed my inner thigh close to my special place, I let out a gentle purr, closed my eyes and I enjoyed the warmth of his touch.

He took his Ipod out of his pocket and played soft music on the tiny speaker. It was a playlist that included Maxwell, Kem, Joe and a ton of love songs. He continued to rub my leg and I have to admit that I wanted him to touch me there.

He rubbed my inner thigh and I felt myself become moist. My foot which was close to his package rubbed up against it. It was hard and it seems that he too was just as excited by my touch as I was his.

“Come closer” he whispered.

I laid down and scooted closer to him. He continued to rub my inner thigh and a few minutes later his hand found the moisture between my legs. I never opened my eyes. I simply allowed the sensations to take over. He rubbed my moist sex over the shorts and I moved with a slow rhythm that told him his touch was welcome. He let out soft whispers and I let out soft moans, the only think accompanying the sounds of the foreplay were the love songs that played.

I reached behind my back and undid my bra. This was my first pregnancy and the full breasts that came with being pregnant were amazing. I ‘d gone up two cup sizes since being pregnant and I have to admit myself, my breasts were perfect.

When I opened my eyes again, his warm mouth had taken in one of my nipples. He was now on the side of me. I was laying flat on the couch and he was sucking one nipple and now playing with my clit with his hand.

I shivered with pleasure. I moved around like a snake on the couch. Over and over again he touched me there. His fingers glistened with my sex and my breasts heaved up and down showing him how pleased I was with his touch.


“Unzip your pants” I whispered.

He stood over me and knelt down after undoing his pants. He felt the warmth of my mouth and I continued to enjoy the pleasure of his touch. I pleased him and he pleased me until minutes later when I began to come.

“Oh shit, oh shit, baby right there, right there, Oh….shiiiiitttt.”

He took me there and I came hard. I continued to please him. My hands ran up his ripped abs as I pleased him more and more with the warmth of my mouth. Minutes after that he came on my breasts and I massaged him to get every ounce of life out of him.

We then went to the bathroom and ran a shower.

He washed me and his touch was just as amazing in the shower. He took care with my stomach and breasts. He washed every inch of me and washed him as well.

We moved to the bedroom taking with us all the candles in the house. Pretty Wings my Maxwell was playing and as I lay on the bed, he knelt between my legs. At first I protested, then his tongue showed me that he was in command. I gave myself to him as he feasted on me slowly then fast again with song after song playing until I came. Right before I came his finger found my back door and he feasted on me like a starving man. The sensations of his tongue at the front door and his finger in the back, sent new and heightened sensations through my body. Again I came. It was the best orgasm I’d had in my life.


It took me a while to catch my breath. I came so hard I thought I might go into labor. When I was able to get myself together, I turned over on all fours. His manhood found my moist sex and my juices helped to accommodate both his girth and length. He made love to me slowly, going all the way in and coming all the way out applying the perfect amount of pressure. His movement was slow and steady like a freight train first moving forward.

I felt a third orgasm mounting between my legs and as You by Jesse Powell played, My legs began to tremble an I remember pulling the sheets and biting the pillow as Kevin found my spot. Over and over and over again, he hit my spot until I screamed into the pillow that I was coming. I screamed louder than I ever had before as I came all over him and he came inside me.

We spooned and I lay in his arms on my side as he caressed me over and over again. I explained to him that I needed to sleep on my back and as I turned over, he rubbed my stomach lightly. He then blew out each and every candle and I drifted off to sleep.

The next morning when I awoke it was late. I slept till noon and was glad I had the day off otherwise I might have put my job in jeopardy. I went looking for Kevin. That’s when I heard the shower. I walked to the kitchen are and looked out the window. He re-shoveled the snow. I looked on the counter and written on my electric bill was a confirmation number and a time. It was clear that Kevin had been on the phone and paid the bill and the re-connection fee. The time I guess was when I could expect the electric would be on again.

I was again embarrassed but also I thought to myself to simply let someone else help me of they could. I also had to admit that I enjoyed last night’s sex and wouldn’t mind a bit more. I could weep about my problems, having no man in my life and how hard it is being a soon to be single mom, or I could go back into that shower and enjoy myself a little while.

I felt myself becoming wet between the legs again.

And I felt myself starting to have dirty thoughts.

I think I need a shower too.

END.

Story II: Sex with my Ex

GOLDIE

I was at the gym doing my thing on the north side when in walked my ex, Carla. I was stunned because she lived on the south side and in all honesty, I never anticipated seeing her again.

We broke up because I refused to get married before going pro without a pre-nup. It was one of the worst arguments that we ever had. It was also the primary reason we broke up after two years of dating at Western U.

“Hey, Carla what are you doing way up here?”

“It’s nice to see you too. My doctor’s office is up here and I decided when I was done that I needed a good workout, so I just stopped in the first gym I saw. I told them I was interested in joining, took their little tour, and now they said I can use the club for the day.”

She smiled at me with her towel in hand and walked off. She had the best smile of any woman I ever dated. She also had the nicest ass of any woman that I dated.

“Damn this is going to be rough” I said.

I started to leave the gym. It didn’t feel right having her in my home gym. It was like having her get my dog in the divorce or something.

Anyway, I had a routine so I decided the hell with her, I would do what I normally do when I hit the gym. I hit the treadmill.

Typically I run two miles, then hit the weights, then the machine weights and walk or run home. I was just about done with my two miles when Carla walked by and walked on one of the treadmills in front of me.

That ass bounced up and down in the spandex pants she wore. She had on running shoes and an oversized t-shirt, but there was no hiding that ass.

She didn’t look at me at all as she walked by.

She simply got on the treadmill and started walking for the first ten minutes or so, and then she started running.

When she was walking slowly, I watched that ass go up and down and I thought about the many times that she made love to me. She knew I had a weakness for lace boy shorts, heels and lace bras. I thought about the many days that she would model them for me and how perfect that ass looked in the boy shorts.

I started getting aroused as I thought about it and could not mask my hard on. I had on basketball shorts and my package just stood at attention while my mind wandered. I didn’t notice, but I’m sure other people did.

I thought about Carla’s soft kissable lips and her impressive head game. I thought about the many days that I used to spank that ass and also how she would get on top and just bounce it up and down on me.

I used to love to watch the reflection of that ass in the mirror, as she had me wet with her juices and as she bounced up and down and back and forth on me.

My breathing was all erratic and though it was wrong, while she was on the treadmill, I looked at that ass like a drug addict would look at a table full of product.

I miss her. This is what I told myself. Perhaps I just miss her pussy. That, was likely the reality. In either case she was on my mind and I couldn’t help myself.

When she started running I was impressed with her distance. She had to run at least a mile and she could never do that before. If her endurance was up that meant she was most likely still a beast in bed and could go head to head with me just like she did before.

She was in better shape, her hair was longer and with her glasses, she looked like a naughty school teacher.

The fact that she was top heavy was also a bonus. She often played with her breasts during love play, which she knew drove me wild with passion. I wondered did she do that with the new man in her life?

I had to stop the treadmill I was on because I was ready to have a heart attack. I never got off because I was so busy watching Carla’s ass, that while she was on her second mile I was on my fifth. I had to hit the emergency switch on the treadmill to stop it and then it took me a few minutes to catch my breath.

She looked back at me and I played it off like it was nothing and then went to hit the weights.

CARLA

I bet he’s watching my ass. This was the first thing that I thought as I walked away from Goldie.

I know he has a weakness for my ass and I bet he’s watching right now. I know it’s devilish, but since I know he’s watching I might as well wiggle it just a little bit more. I was equally surprised to see him, but it was a pleasant surprise.

I heard about him damaging his knee and trying to rehab it, but I haven’t seen or heard from him since we broke up.

I wonder what things would be like had I signed that pre-nup. A few years ago I was insulted by him asking for a pre-nup. Now that I’m successful and have my own business, I understand that he was just trying to protect his assets.

Speaking of assets, I watched his ass as he got on the treadmill and began running. Two miles, that was always his routine, then the weights. I watched his ass cheeks go up and down as he ran and I also watched his sculpted backside.

His well toned arms and shoulder muscles were pronounced through the spandex sleeveless top that he wore. I wasn’t the only one admiring him. Other women looked at his toned body, broad chest and chisled abs. Some women just watched him and fantasized about him. I smiled to myself knowing what the real thing was like.


Goldie was a tender and passionate lover. He knew when to be gentle and take his time and when to go rough with a sister.

There were plenty of days that he kissed me passionately, ran his hands alongside my body and teased my clit with a skillful tongue until I begged him to let me come. There were other days that he pulled my hair, spanked my ass and I smiled as I thought about one time that he bit me.

There was one day that we went at it and I just refused to give up and refused to let him come for at least an hour. Then I got on all fours and bounced my ass back and forth on his manhood and let him watch my ass as it bounced up and down on his hardness.

He had me soppy wet that day and we both went at it hard. When he came inside me that day I had to yell at him not to hit my ass. I know it sounds weird, but that day he came SO HARD, that I just instinctively knew he was about to slap my ass and slap it hard. I yelled, “Don’t hit me!” He stopped just in time. Had he slapped my ass that day he would have left a mark.

Afterward we both fell alongside one another and started laughing in bed. It was a great time. I think I came quite hard that day myself.

We had great physical chemistry. He knew what I loved and I knew what he loved. There were some days that I gave it to him so good he high fived me. There were other days when he was back there tapping my ass that I had to turn around just to make sure the same man was there.

He’d say things like, “Where do your MF hands go?” That meant he wanted me to play with my breasts.

There were days that I said, “ Put your name on this shit!” That meant that I wanted him to hit my spot.

I knew he loved boy shorts and heels, and he knew I loved my clit teased and sucked and also just how to use his fingers as he did both.

Physically, were the perfect fit. In every other way we were not equally yoked.

As other women watched him, I walked by them all and got on the treadmill in front of him. I started walking slowly with an exaggerated bounce in my hips and ass and I could feel the heat from him watching me.

While I’m sure he fantasized about me, I fantasized about him. I pictured him inside of me, with my legs on his shoulders. He was taking all of me and I was taking all of him. I pictured his powerful arms, his dark brown eyes and his soft lips. I pictured him fucking me and treating by body to orgasm after orgasm.

I pictured his face and him saying, “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit” as he often did when he came.

I ran two miles on the treadmill and with the endorphins firing and my imagination running wild, I became very wet between my legs. I was there to get in shape, but decided that my pussy needed a workout too.

I turned around to see where he was and was surprised to see that he just cut the treadmill off and was trying to catch his breath. I looked forward and laughed to myself. I bet he’d been watching me all this time and forgot that his ass was running. He even had a hard on. Poor baby.

When I got off the treadmill I watched him from a distance. He hit the weights, did his routine and then headed in the back toward the shower.

Our eyes met and he gave me the head nod and tried to play it off like he wasn’t thinking about me. I knew he was, so I stepped my game up a bit.

I boldly walked toward the locker room. I looked around to see if anyone was looking at me. When I saw they weren’t I dashed into the men's locker room. Fortunately there was no one there but him and he’d just pulled the shower curtain closed and stepped in the shower.

My heart raced as I thought about my next move.

I took my shoes off and striped down to my panties and sports bra. I sat them next to his clothes and snatched the shower curtain back and smiled at him.

“What the fuck… Carla, are you crazy?”

“Tell me you don’t want me.” I smiled.

“You’re going to get us both arrested.”

“You got bail money?” I said smiling.

“I got bail money.” He smiled back. He laughed and then siled aain and I stepped in the shower with him. I kissed him, he kissed me and his hands explored my backside. he grabbed my ass like he missed it. He played with it, spanked it, and gave it a good squeeze as he tongue kissed me.

I lathered his body up and massaged every muscle. He lathered me up and washed me over my panties and bra, and there were suds everywhere.

I pulled out my breasts which sat up high over the bra. I then knelt down before him and allowed my hair to get wet as I brought his manhood to it’s full length.

I tried to deep throat him and took as much of him in my mouth as I could. He grabbed a fist full of my hair and made me give him head fast, slow, and fast again. Minutes later he came and the water rinsed away his seed.

He stood me up and knelt before me. The water hid my juices, but they were flowing hard. He tongued my clit, teased it, kissed it, and sucked on it like a piece of hard candy.

His tongue found every milimeter of my sex while savoring my sweet flavor. I played with my breasts just as he liked, and he penetrated my sex with his tongue over and over and over again. He held onto my ass for dear life while he feasted upon me. His fingers found the right spot making me tremble with an oncoming orgasm with the right combination of digital penetration and tongue play.

Soon after, I came, and I came hard. He then turned me away from him and placed his tongue in the back door. My legs trembled from the sensations. He devoured me front and back and I became weak with pleasure.

He entered me from behind, not in the back door, but from behind. His strokes were slow and deliberate at first, then he started gaining momentum as he hit my spot. The water ran down our bodies and juices still flowed down my legs as he pulled my hair and hit my spot over and over again. I couldn’t mask my scream as I came the second time. My mouth was open and my bottom lip quivered as I came. My nipples were hard and I thought my legs might buckle right there in the shower. I missed him, if nothing else, I missed his dick...and his talented tongue.

By now, other men made their way into the shower and I was glad that they were there, because I knew that Goldie was ready to go back down on me and try and make me come again.

We both peeked out of the shower and the few men that were there were applauding and whistling.

I was embarrassed and Goldie just smiled. I still had on my panties and bra, so I wasn’t completely naked.

He stepped out naked and closed the curtain behind me. He handed me a towel and I wrapped it around myself and ran out the men’s room to the ladies locker room.

One of the trainers looked at me with confusion as I came out of the men’s locker room.

“Sorry, I guess I went in the wrong one.”

I went into the ladies locker room and changed quickly. When I came out, Goldie was there waiting for me fully dressed.

“My membership has been terminated.” He said smiling.

“Sorry.” I said blushing

“And I’m afraid we can’t grant you a membership.” The manager said.

“I understand” I told him. “So what’s next?” I said to Goldie.

“There’s a hotel up the street. You game?”

“I am. Let’s finish what we started.”

I walked by him and he noticed that I had on low rider jeans and my panties were visible from the back.

“Lace boy shorts?” He asked.

“ Of course.” I said smiling at him. “I think I may even have some heels in the car.”

He smiled wide and gave my ass a gentle spank as I walked out.

“Lace Bra too?” He asked.

“Yep.”

We went to the nearest hotel and stayed in for two days. We only left for room service.

END.