Hi, beautiful souls.

Something came over me this morning and I decided to drop some spicy shorts I wrote some years back because, why tf not?

So… let’s get into it!

Wet Dreams

I wanna show you something…Do you trust me?

Of course I trust you.

Ok good, that’s what I like to hear.

Turn around so I can put this blind fold on you.

I was already hot from the three lemon drops I had an hour prior, but he was making me even hotter. His cologne made me weak in the knees and I could barely keep my balance as he slowly put the blind fold over my eyes. I could feel his heavy breathing on my neck as he tied it. Fuck. He lightly kissed my shoulder and grabbed my hand as he led me inside. His presence was so heavy as his tall body loomed over me. Juices dripped down my legs as I thought about what was going to take place behind this door. I didn’t know what to expect but in this moment? This man could have his way with me.

Watch your step, love.

There you go. Alright, you ready?

Yes, baby. I’m ready.

I didn’t know what had come over me but this woman had me doing shit I never thought I would. I just wanted to make her feel special for one night. We didn’t even need to go further than that, but tonight? Just tonight… she is mine. That pretty ass skin, those brown eyes, the way she stole my soul just from the way she looked at me while we danced slow for hours prior. Fuck. I needed her. I needed to be inside her. I was so hard and about to explode just at the thought of cumming inside her over, and over, and over again. I needed to explore every inch of that thick golden body. Inside and out. It was more than just a fuck. I wanted to make love to her. She deserved that more than anything else. I slipped the blind fold off.

Something about you is special to me. I just wanted to show you what you’ve been missing. Tonight, I am yours. You can have me however you want me. Don’t even think about tomorrow, babygirl.

He slipped the blind fold off and my mouth dropped. There were candles everywhere. Rose petals everywhere. A big clawfoot bathtub filled to the top with bubbles. Music was faintly playing in the background. I think this man may be trying to get me pregnant. But fuck, the way I’m feeling, I’d give him several babies. I couldn’t hold out any longer. I threw my body on his and kissed him like I’d never see him again. Time completely stopped. I couldn’t even hear the music in the background. All I could hear were my thoughts screaming at me to fuck this man right now. I was pulsating so hard I nearly had an orgasm just from being pressed up against body. His chocolate skin, that gold chain, the golds in his mouth, fuck. My heart was racing a mile a minute. He slipped his hand up my dress, brushed his fingers past my clit but didn’t apply pressure — not yet.

Take this off mama.

Yes sir, I moaned.

He kissed me again with his hands around my throat. My legs were buckling. His sweat dripped on my lip and even that tasted sweet. Fuck. I’m gonna swallow every… single… ounce. He pulled back and spit in my mouth and looked at me in my eyes right after. I fell completely weak and he lifted my body up before I met the ground. He walked us over to the bath tub and sat me down right on top of his…

I opened my eyes.

I looked around and the sun was peeking through my curtains.

FUCKKKKKK.

Euphoric Explosions

[ true story, HA! ]

10’o’clock rolled around fast. It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other and I’m feeling all of the wetness in between my legs. When I say a while, I mean only about two weeks. A day without you makes me lose my mind a little bit, but I’ve learned to be patient and wait on daddy, because when it’s all said and done, the wait is always worth it — practically worth more than Gold itself in its purest form.

The sexual tension all day was so thick, just the whisper of your sexy voice could cut through it. We shared a moment a few hours before now and it was pretty heated. Even though we knew we had to wait until later, we never mind pushing lines, just a little.

A passionate kiss, the grab of my neck, the death grip I had around your body wanting to make sure you didn’t pull away before I wanted you to, damn… that shit was euphoric in itself.

“You better stop, before you get fucked right now,” you tell me. I bite my lip and look you up and down because I know you like when I do that. It makes me feel a slight sense of power, even though in the bedroom, you defeat me every time just the way I like.

Once night time fell and tipsy was knocking at my door, we both knew what time it was.

Before you even threw me on the bed, I was leaking pleasure juices. Everything about you turns every single part of my body on and I become alive in a way that seems like the first time, every single time.

The look of seduction stares back at me from those beautiful brown eyes and thick eyelashes.

You throw my body on the bed and kiss every inch of it with those soft, juicy lips.

Fuck, why do you do this to me?

You know I love some good foreplay, but in this moment, there was no amount of foreplay that was going to make me any wetter, or you any harder.

Next thing you know, there goes the cookie monster. Gah’damn. My wet-box is crying and practically begging for him.

That chocolate skin, that gold chain, and those pearly white teeth do it to me every time.

Now it’s time to saddle up because you’ve been gone a lil minute. It’s always a good time when I show you what you’ve been missing while you’re gone, just so you don’t forget. But, babbbbbyyyyyy, I did not know what I was in for.

My thick thighs grip your body as I slowly move up and down in rhythmic motions. Our eyes lock onto each other and telepathic messages are being sent back and forth to let us both know we are connecting on the the deepest level. The look of pure satisfaction is on your face as you bite your lip and smile remembering just how juicy you make me.

It feels so good that I can’t help but to ride you faster… harder… because I am on a mission.

“Damn baby,” you say to me softly. “You know you got the best shit I’ve ever had right? FUCK. This shit is so good.”

“Damn girl, you really gone be my wife.”

You saying all of this is bringing me to my point. But, you never fail to surprise me. Just as I am taking control, you grip my waist accompanied by all of my fluffiness. “Slow down baby,” you say. Just as I do, you grab my neck, and you begin to push up harder, following the same pace as me.

“Cum for daddy baby. And when you do, you gone cum again two more times after that.” The grip on my neck becomes tighter, but not too tight. Just in the way I like that makes me feel like you have all of the control over me in this moment… because that’s the shit that turns me on the most.

Man, that’s all you have to say every. single. time.

The submissiveness in my nature always falls in line anytime you give me an order. The way you talk, the way you look, everything in this moment is making me so weak. Not to mention, you’re hitting bout 5 or 6 G-Spots within me all at the same time. I’m sure that’s not even a thing, but the way you explore the inside of me like it was your first time, it felt like I had no control over my body anymore. It didn’t matter if I wanted to cum right now or wait it out, it was happening.

I had no idea though, that I was going to climax 6 times within 2 minutes.

What the entire fuck?

I scream out in the loudest cry of ecstasy with the look of fulfillment, but also confusion. Cause, how did I just let you make me tap out like this? The smile on your face let me know you were enjoying watching me be defeated in the best way possible.

After the 6th time, my legs are jello. I nearly catch a seizure from the amount of stimulation my body has just received in this short amount of time. Even though I’m weak and can barely move, you gently grab my legs so that I don’t fall over and allow yourself to reach your climax just shortly after me. I always know when you’re about to cum because your body gets tense as you wrap onto me tightly, not wanting me to let go.

Fuck… there it is.

Complete and utter satisfaction for us both. I fall over to the side as your body becomes weak as well so the grip you had on me releases. Forcing my weak, limp, but content being to have no choice but to land wherever I fell.

“Come lay on daddy baby.”

As I lay on your beautiful melanated chest, I feel an instant sensation of comfort and safety.

“How was that..” you ask. I just smile…

me — amazing.

you — amazingly amazing.

me — fucking great.

you — euphoric.

Shortly after the exchange of descriptions, we drift off into dream land.

Euphoria [ an excerpt from my first published novella, Scandal in the Dark ]

This excerpt will look different because it was edited for publication. The other two were not edited, so punctuation is probably off. LOL! Anyway, enjoy. <3

Next thing I knew, we were stumbling through the door of his apartment, right across the street from the restaurant. Keys hit the floor, hoodie came off, and he scooped me up like I weighed next to nothing. We were sweaty, but we couldn’t care less. Every touch sent a fresh wave of heat through me. With me in his arms, he headed straight to the bathroom and perched me on the marble counter. He dropped a gentle kiss on my forehead, backed up, and turned on the shower. The rain-style head made the water fall like a downpour.

He started stripping down, stopping at just his boxers, and I tried my best not to look too shook. Truth be told, I’d only been with one man my entire 27 years.

Then he bit his lip. “Come on, baby girl, join me.”

He peeled off his Ralph Lauren boxers, and my jaw damn near hit the floor. If I wasn’t already dripping with desire, that sight sealed the deal.

I slipped my black dress off, revealing the lingerie I’d been wearing underneath. The look he gave me said it all—he was definitely wondering why I was so prepared, but he didn’t bother asking. Too much heat between us.

“Goddamn, girl. You’re the sexiest thing that’s ever been in this apartment,” he breathed, eyes roaming all over me like I was some fresh pastry in his café. I went to unhook my lacy bra, but he stopped me.

“Nah, leave that on. It’s sexy as hell.”

He lifted me off the counter, and we got lost in another long, wet, mind-blowing kiss. Then we stepped under the steaming water together. He pinned me against the shower wall with one hand and slid his fingers into my promise land with the other.

My eyes rolled back. I clamped down on my lip so hard, I tasted a hint of blood, but I didn’t care. He kissed my neck and chest, exploring every nerve that made me tremble. With me having only been with Jaylen — this feeling was something I didn’t recognize, but I loved it. The forbidden vibe only made it better. Yeah, I had a man, but he betrayed me. Being here with someone new felt so wrong but so damn right.

He found every sweet spot that made my moans get louder, and I couldn’t stop the wave building inside me. The slow, steady in-and-out motion had me seconds away from exploding.

I leaned forward, biting his ear. “I’m coming,” I whispered, voice ragged. My body started shaking, head tipping back while I clung to his broad, slippery shoulders. He gave me a passionate kiss and then flashed this satisfied grin as I rode out my release. Somehow, his hand kept traveling, keeping me wound up for more.

I could tell he was waiting for his turn, but he wanted to make sure I was straight first. Even though that thick wood of his was clearly ready for a test run, he was all about me. He lifted me higher, tossing me over his shoulder like I was a post-gym towel. I couldn’t help a small laugh, ‘cause I had no idea how I even got here, but I was loving the way he handled me.

We made it to his master suite, lit only by the city lights shining through big bay windows. He laid me down gently on the bed looking me straight in the eyes with that manly confidence, he asked, “You ready, baby girl?”

Was I ready? Hell, yes. But I was also scared of how good he made me feel. A thousand questions spun in my head, but all I could focus on was this moment.

He slipped the condom on, but before moving any closer, he asked again, “Baby girl… Are. You. Ready?”

He bit his lip, shook his head in this slow, teasing way, letting his gaze travel over my body. His impatience was obvious, but not in a creepy way—more like he could barely wait another second. And I couldn’t blame him. I knew I looked good, especially with shower water dripping everywhere.

So I nodded, grabbing my curly hair in both fists and biting down on my lips. I’m sure he could tell I was fully surrendering to him. The second I did, that look of raw anticipation lit up his face.

He leaned over me in this crazy slow-motion moment, and I felt every inch of his heat. My neck hairs stood on end like soldiers, and I could feel how soaked I was, juices practically sliding down my thighs onto his silk sheets before he even hit a home run.

Just when I thought he was about to bury himself inside me, he switched it up. He dropped to the side of the bed, locked his arms around my legs, and yanked me to his face like I was a rag doll. My brain short-circuited—I couldn’t even process how quickly he moved.

In seconds, I was the meal of the night. His tongue was soft yet firm, and damn, no intercourse ever felt as good as the way he licked and tasted me. We moaned together, ‘cause as good as it felt, I knew I must’ve tasted even better to him. The room filled with that steamy sound of finger-lickin’ good pleasure.

The more he feasted, the wetter I got. It felt illegal to be this satisfied. My toes curled; my legs started to shake. I was about to come for the second time in less than ten minutes. I gripped his sheets like it was my last chance at life. He must’ve felt me trying to pull away—it was too intense—so he clamped down on my hips, holding me in place.

“Cum for daddy, baby girl,” he murmured, voice muffled by the best thing he’d ever tasted.

Just hearing that line tore me wide open. I came harder than I’d ever come before, biting my lip so fiercely I thought I might draw blood. My mind was spinning: This can’t be real.

He came up for air, face drenched, and pulled me close so he could kiss me—slow and deliberate. “Tastes good, don’t it?” he asked, but he didn’t wait for an answer. In one rough move, he flipped me over and got back to business.

It was sensual yet rough at the same time. Not too soft, not too wild—but enough to make me lose my damn mind. I tried to run, but Denzel wasn’t letting me off that easy.

“Uh-uh, mama. Don’t run,” he growled. “I got you, baby girl.”

He delivered these slow, hard, rhythmic strokes, one hand tangled in my hair and the other controlling my lower half. His stroke game? One in a million.

I screamed his name so loud the neighbors probably heard, but I didn’t care. I was about to cry from how damn good it felt.

“Why are you fucking me like this, why is it so good?!” I blurted, forgetting I was even speaking out loud.

“Experience, baby girl,” he teased in that deep, sexy voice.

I buried my face in the bed, trying to hold back another climax. The idea of coming three times in under ten minutes had my pride on the line. So I flipped myself over, grabbed his shoulders, and forced him beneath me. He looked surprised, but I could see that glint in his eyes—he was ready for round three, just not expecting it to happen this way.

“Now, daddy,” I whispered, leaning in. “You ready for me?”

As I slid right back onto this chocolate dream, I heard my phone buzzing on the floor across the room. Probably my cheating-ass man calling again, but I couldn’t bring myself to give a damn. Not now, not when I was in the middle of the most mind-blowing experience of my life. Whatever spell Denzel had me under, it was strong enough to block out all the drama.

I felt like I was outside my body, watching myself move in ways I never had before—like I was about to snatch this man’s soul and return it gently, covered in my scent. The second I asked him if he was ready, he gripped my waist and lifted his hips. He wasn’t about to let me take the lead.

He slid inside me, and I let out a scream so loud it almost echoed. I could feel him in my stomach. Usually, I run the show with Jaylen, but here I was, letting this man flip the script. My mind spun. I thought I was on top, but guess not, I told myself.

“Mmhmm. That’s what I thought,” he said, voice dripping with confidence.
“It’s okay, baby girl, Daddy got you. We’ll work up to that, don’t worry.”

Before I knew it, he stood up with me still on him, walked me over to his massive bay windows, and gently pressed my body against the glass. No clue who could see us, but if they could, they were getting front-row seats to the wildest show in the city.

He lifted me higher on the window, then buried his face between my legs again, going at it like he craved every drop of me. I grabbed the back of his neck, afraid I might fall, but he held me easily—6’2” of solid muscle. I realized I didn’t even need to hang on. So I surrendered. Again.

I smacked my hands against the window, just like in the movies, but this was real life. His tongue was warm and soft, and the way he smacked had me trembling. With every lick, more of my juices flowed down his face, onto the glass—it felt like she was crying from how good he was working me. I was so wet, I turned into his personal vanilla slushie.

The more I moaned, the harder he went, and I knew I was about to come again. Two minutes ago, I swore I wouldn’t give him that satisfaction, but now? He could’ve asked me for anything, and the answer would’ve been “yes.”

I let go and stopped fighting the wave. My legs quivered, and I tried to shift away, just to stretch out that pleasure a second longer, but Denzel had me locked in. He wasn’t about to let me run.

I exploded like a bath bomb, eyes rolling back, toes curling. By the time he looked up, his face was drenched, and I felt a pride in knowing he enjoyed it just as much as I did. A real man, that’s what he was.

He smiled, shook his head like he couldn’t believe how good it was, then sucked his teeth in one final taste before bringing me back down to eye level. He slid right back into me, thick as ever, and I damn near folded. But I refused to go out like some punk—I took it. Right now, at this moment, I owned it.

It felt like a roller coaster, all these up and down motions I could barely keep track of. We moaned in unison, like a choir fighting for first place. He switched speeds, changed angles, giving me a brand-new sensation every few seconds. Slow…fast…side…side…like he was mapping me out and marking his territory for later.

I don’t know what made him go so hard for me. Maybe the champagne was fueling it, or maybe the way I made him feel at the cafe. All I knew was, you don’t lay it down like this for just anybody.

He clenched onto my body, pulling me tight like he wanted to absorb me into himself. I could tell he was close to a mind blowing climax, and I was more than okay with it. His head rested against my chest, soaking up the raw energy I was putting out. I lifted his face, grabbed his thick beard, and stared him right in the eyes.

“Now,” I whispered, still out of breath, “time for you to come for me, Daddy.”

His gaze never left mine. He nodded, bit down on those thick lips, and let go. It was calm but powerful, like a flood you don’t see coming until it’s there. His eyes rolled back, one hand slamming against the window, the other gripping me so I wouldn’t slip off with all the slickness between us.

We panted like we’d just run a 5K. The city lights poured in, letting us see the absolute satisfaction on each other’s faces. No words needed to be said. We both knew.

Denzel finally pulled his hand off the window and wrapped me in his arms. He hugged me so tight, like I was the only woman that ever mattered. Something about it felt safe and sad at the same time, like we both knew this was bigger than just sex. We’d only met, but what we felt in this moment was undeniable.

I didn’t regret a single thing.

When he was finished riding that high, he carried me to the bed and set me down gently, like he hadn’t just rocked my world three times over. Then he laid down beside me, no sheets needed—we were way too hot and sweaty for covers.

He caught my eye, nudging his head for me to lay on his chest. I smiled, slid my wet hair away from my face, and settled against him. My future possibility, I thought, drifting off to sleep.

Within seconds, we both passed out, tangled in each other’s warmth.

Until next time… 😈