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  All I could think after he was done with me, as I lay there with my body quaking uncontrollably was, hell yeah… If he had fucked me like this the first time I wouldn’t have fucked anyone else. His time to make a power play was long gone. Therefore when he broke his word again, that very night, I played.

  I didn’t find anyone that was fuck-able right away. However I had a wonderful time dating, dancing, and drinking my nights away. It took a few days to find some good trouble again.

  KB ruined me for life and I enjoyed every fucking minute of it. I met KB in a bar in Shungdan, South Korea at eight o’clock in the morning three days after I last saw Trevon. It all started with me going to the convenience store to get some orange juice after a night of heavy drinking. I approached the counter and a man walked into the store smiling at me, so I smiled back.

  “Hello, my name is Phil. How’re you doing this morning?” He smiled as he spoke.

  “Hello Phil, my name is Pearl. I’m doing fine. How about you?”

  It was so easy to be cordial.

  “I’m good. Can I buy you that?” he asked pointing to my juice.

  “Sure, thank you.”

  “No problem,” he said paying for my drink before handing it to me. “I’m going over to the Monaco with some friends. Would you like to join us?”

  “What’s the Monaco?”

  “It’s the only club that’s open at this hour. We just got done with a field exercise so we’re all going to hang out and get our drinks on.”

  “Okay but I need to go back to my room and fix myself up a little better. If you don’t mind waiting, you can come with me to my hotel.”

  “Bet.”

  Although he tried, Phil was not what I wanted. I agreed to spend the morning with him at the Monaco, nothing more. However, the moment that I walked into the bar I found what I was looking for. I saw this handsome mixed breed that I will call KB. I couldn’t help but stare. I’m one of those cocky women that will never ever take a second glance, but with KB I was stuck. I did everything that I could do, without doing anything overt, to catch his attention. It worked, lucky me. KB slipped a note into my pocket as he walked by. The stage for deception was set.

  “Why are you staring at ol’ boy?” Phil asked. “Do you know him?”

  “What man?” I asked with a puzzled look on my face.

  “That one…!” Phil pointed at KB.

  Damn, I thought I was being discreet. I’m going to have to do better. After all Phil was nice enough to invite me.

  “Him…?” I asked undaunted. “What makes you think that I was staring at him?”

  “I saw you.”

  “Don’t be ridiculous, I was reading the writing on the wall,” I responded with a chuckle. “Unlike you, I’ve never been here.”

  He calmed down, took me by the hand and led me to the bar. He ordered a large glass of Soju, a lot like vodka only sweeter. In an effort to get me drunk but it didn’t work. After a very short period I began playing darts with one of KB’s friends. I purposely grazed my ass across KB’s dick every time I switched turns at the board all the while smiling at Phil. I was a bad-bad girl—Machiavellian.

  As the morning continued on I began to feel the effects of the Soju. I told Phil that I wanted to get something to eat. He insisted on going with me across the street in hopes of talking me into going back to my hotel room. I peeped game quickly and throw game even faster. I asked the fellas that I was playing darts with if they were hungry, however, everyone said no. I asked KB again if he wanted a burger. I love smart men. He said yes and gave me a reason for returning. By noon I had run poor Phil off. The moment Phil left the bar I audaciously kissed KB and invited him back to my room. I handed him my ID as we walked.

  “This is the fastest way of getting to know one another,” I said boldly.

  “Indeed,” he agreed.

  He handed me his ID. It turned out we were both from the same state and lived about five miles from each other.

  “We are practically neighbors?”

  “Yes, I see that.” I was just as fascinated as he was. “This is Kismet.”

  Our bodies were intertwined in a lascivious escapade that took my desires to an echelon of pure enchantment. Every stroke, every thrust calling forth my essence into full blossoming concupiscence, pushing me even further with his unrelenting rhythm into the sea of ecstasy where we basked in prolific pleasure—ecstasy. Thirteen inches long with a seven and a half inch circumference; gentle yet fulfilling. He was truly gifted. So much so, that I spent the next two days adjusting to his monolithic dick.

  We fucked for hours, three days in a row: including a couple times in the Monaco’s bathroom. I took every inch of his dick deep inside my pussy that last day. I agree with the song; a man can stroke it, he can lick it, but he ain’t done a damn thang to it if he can’t stand up in it!

  KB stood like a true soldier and fucked like a champion. My pussy will never be the same. My sexual fantasies were fulfilled my desires were completely satiated. Thank you KB!

  It was my last night in Osan, and God help me but I had been acting as naughty as possible, there were no rules, no lines that I wouldn’t have crossed if presented as an alluring copulatory temptation.

  I love men and men love me. They are my only weakness in life. I am delighted by everything about a man, the way that he sounds and smells, the way he looks at me, touches me, kisses me, and especially the way that he feels inside of my flesh.

  I absolutely adore the strength of a man. I am completely turned on by his boldness, his confidence, and his sense of self-worth. I never knew what it would take for a man to win me over. However I do look forward to being enticed. It excites me to no end to watch the seduction unfold. I am at my very best when my mind is clouded with passion. I am happiest relishing in lasciviousness, and basking in carnal desires. Sterling pleasure for me is the complete acquiescence of my body to a powerful knowing man. And um, let me just say this, I had my fun.

  Oh, I don’t want this to end! However, it’s time for me to go home tomorrow morning, so let me start packing. The last thing that I needed to do was put it off for the last minute, especially since I have no idea what was going to happen next.

  Alright, it was six pm and if I hurry up and pack now I will have the next eighteen hours to do whatever I wished. I turned up the music and got down to business. Just as I was packing my last suitcase the phone rang. I had no idea who was on the other line; however I was excited to have my night start off so early.

  “And the fun begins!” I said out loud before I picked up the receiver. “Hello?”

  “Hey,” Trevon sounded less than thrilled. “What are you doing?”

  “Packing...” I would not allow one iota of happiness to leave my voice. “What about you?”

  “Oh okay. I just got off of work. Have you eaten?”

  “No.”

  “Well, I was going to go get something to eat.”

  “Okay.”

  “Would you like something?”

  “What? Do you want me to meet you somewhere?”

  “No I can come to get you.”

  “I think that it would be easier if I just met you out.”

  “No, I will come to your room.”

  “Alright,” I agreed reluctantly, “About what time?”

  “I’ve got to get changed first then I will be there.”

  “Okay, I’ll see you later.”

  Damn! That is not the call that I wanted to get. Oh, he sounded so solemn. It seems to me that our friendship should end here in Osan. After all he has been less than amiable and I’ve been more than friendly and accommodating with everyone much more than I’ve been with him.

  Stop that, I chided myself. What happened, happened and I couldn’t change it now, so just take a shower and get ready for whatever the night holds.

  An hour later, Trevon arrived at my room. He knocked once before the door opened. We walked together to the restaurant making idle conversation about nothi
ng important. Talking and laughing as if nothing was wrong between us, it was wonderful yet deceptive. Dinner was lovely. We joked, laughed and took pictures. Even the walk back to my hotel after dinner was pleasant and friendly. However, just as I anticipated, everything changed shortly after we got back to my room.

  “I am going to put these leftovers in my refrigerator and then we can go get some drinks, my treat since you bought dinner.”

  Trevon did not respond instead he took off his coat and took a seat at the table. He looked at me. His face was expressionless; his eyes unreadable.

  “Or…” I couldn’t get a handle on his mood so I kept talking.

  “If you are not ready to go yet, we can just sit here for a while and let our food settle.”

  “You didn’t eat.” He responded in a matter-of-fact tone and demeanor.

  “I ate all my shrimp,” I nervously laughed.

  What the hell are you thinking Trevon? I thought folding my hands in my lap and sitting on the bed.

  “I am sorry that I didn’t spend more time with you.” His apology took me by surprise. “I will make it up to you.”

  “Well maybe we can meet in Hawaii in May, for like a four day weekend or something. Are you still coming home in May?”

  “As far as I know...”

  “Okay, we’ll talk about it some more later on,” I said as he stood up and so did I. “Are you ready to go now?”

  He walked toward me; within three steps he was standing in front of me—toe to toe. I was not paying any attention to him because I was straightening out my clothes. I looked up to smile at him, trying my best not to show how much he startled me, however, before I could focus on his face, he pushed me down onto the bed. He pushed me hard enough to make my legs fly up as I fell backwards. Just as they did he grabbed my legs by the ankles with one arm and flipped my shoes off of my feet with his free hand.

  “Well damn…”

  I was unusually calm considering the circumstances. Not everything can be done with everybody however it was my Trevon.

  “Is it that kind of party?”

  “Hell yeah...”

  And he sounded hellbent. I didn’t even think about putting up a fight.

  “All right,” I was ready for anything. He snatched off my pants. “Oh my…!”

  I couldn’t help but smile, thinking sarcastically, ooh he’s mad. He got on the bed, gripped my panties in his fist, and ripped them off. Damn… this is going to be good. I thought with a smile. He dove on me plunging full force with every ounce of his strength, the full weight of his body. His drive was absolutely mind-boggling; however my shirt kept getting in the way.

  “You know, I can take my shirt off if you need me to,” I offered obligingly.

  “Could you?” He asked earnestly.

  He backed up off me a little bit giving my just enough room to maneuver but not enough space to try to attempt a get away.

  “Sure, you want me to take my bra off while I am at it?”

  “Yeah, take that off too.”

  “All right,” I said, sitting up as much as I could, removing my clothing, and laying back. “There ya go... Now where was I?”

  I spread my legs for him making sure that I got back in the exact position that he originally had me. I allowed him to have his way with me. Because I was lying across the middle of the bed I kept slipping over the other side.

  “Sweetness, I’m half way off the bed. Can you pull me back up please?”

  “Quit running!”

  “If you weren’t trying to puncture one of my lungs with your dick, I wouldn’t be running.”

  “We’re going to fix that right now.”

  He lifted me up and positioned me so that my head was on my pillows at the head of the bed.

  “Now, you won’t be scooting away from me.”

  “All right...”

  Trevon gave me all that I could truly stand. He had me pinned down to the bed on my side driving his dick inside of my body as if his sanity depended on each stroke. He spanked my ass as he spoke and drove his dick deeper and deeper inside me.

  “This is my pussy.” Slap! “Don’t you ever give my pussy away ever again!”

  Each syllable was punctuated by another whack or smack!

  “Whose pussy is it?”

  Smack! Slap!

  “It’s your pussy Trevon!” I screamed with wanton delight. “Oh my God it’s yours! It’s yours!”

  I have never in my life been so consumed by someone, so dominated, but the pain was exquisite. I was lost in an abyss of sadistic ecstasy—sadomasochistic taboos—pleasure clouded by agony drowned in orgasmic bliss. My mind couldn’t separate the pleasure from the pain. My ears rang and I clenched my teeth, only realeasing to shout his name over and over again.

  “Trevon! Trevon,” my voice squeaked.

  I could barely breathe. I arched my back and buried my head under my pillows.

  “Oh please! Trevon…!”

  He threw the pillows to the floor. I dug my nails into his shoulder gripping as tight as I could, holding on for dear life. Hell it has been almost a year since he has touched me. I’m having flashbacks writing this shit. God help me, but no one has ever, ever been able to take me to the level of sexual bliss and total abandonment.

  My desires sated with pain and climactic delight. I was exploding too many times to count—complete acquiescence. I have never given myself so completely before or since. Our final goodbye left a lasting impression on my mind, in my heart, and all over my pussy.

  Cold Blooded

  ARLENE BRATHWAITE

  A candy apple red 848R Ducati exited the thruway. The rider made a right turn at the stoplight and then turned onto First Street, pulling up behind a black BMW parked in front of a brick house.

  The potbellied, white man in the BMW stepped out. The rider climbed off the bike and removed her helmet.

  “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting long, Hugh,” Paris said as she took off her gloves and sashayed toward him.

  Her hour glass shape could easily be seen in the vacuum-sealed leather outfit she was wearing. Paris was creamy-brown complexion and very attractive.

  “Oh no,” Hugh said, tugging his suit jacket over his stomach. He shook her hand and stared at her for a moment. “I knew there was something different. You had braids the last time we met.”

  “Yes,” Paris said, touching her Rhianna-style short ‘do. “It’s the new me.”

  “I like it,” he said staring at her.

  “Okay…so, can we get down to business?”

  “Yes, of course. If you’ll just follow me,” he said, retrieving the house keys from his pocket. “Everything is just the way Emma left it.”

  She followed him into the house. Paris looked at the pictures of young children hanging along the living room wall.

  “She had a lot of foster children,” Hugh said.

  “Yes, she did. I was one of them.”

  “Serious?”

  “Yep, that’s me right there,” she said pointing to a little girl in a group photo.

  “That is you,” Hugh said, checking out the little knocked-kneed, braces wearing girl. “I don’t remember seeing you around.”

  “I ran away when I was 14. I went back to the Bronx to find my mother.”

  “Did you?”

  “No, but I did hook up with people who later became my family. Now, here I am twenty-eight, wondering why Emma would leave me her house.”

  “I wish I could answer that question for you.”

  They entered the dining room. Hugh opened a folder he had laid there earlier. “The house has been paid in full and there are no back taxes owed. All I need for you to do is sign these papers and the house and everything in it is yours.”

  “I still can’t believe she’s gone,” Paris said, shaking her head and signing on the dotted line.

  “We are going to miss her, especially the kids.”

  Paris walked him to the door.

  “Here’s my card,” h
e said, handing it to her. “If you have a question or need anything, don’t hesitate to call.”

  “I won’t, thank you.”

  She closed the door and took a tour of the house. When she walked down into the basement, she was shocked. It looked like one big game room. There were pool tables, ping pong tables, card tables set up down the center. She walked into another part of the basement and saw nothing but video games. There were X-Boxes, Play Stations and hand-held video games. She picked up a Game Boy and looked at it. She tucked it in her pocket and went back upstairs to the bedroom. She took off her back pack and pulled out the denim outfit she was going to wear to her first day of work tomorrow. Work, she thought to herself. I’ve never worked a day in my life.

  The next day, heads turned as Paris rode into town. She parked in front of the bookstore and took off her helmet. Dismounting, she caught the bookstore owner staring at her through the window. He met her at the door.

  “Paris?”

  She took off her riding gloves and shook his hand. “It’s good to finally meet you in person, Neal.”

  “My aunt didn’t tell me you-”

  “Rode a bike?”

  “No, that you were so damn beautiful.”

  “Hey, you’re the boss; I’m supposed to be flattering you.” She looked around the bookstore. “This place is nice.”

  “Let me show you around.”

  Paris followed him down one of the aisles as he gave her the rundown. Neal was easy on the eyes. Light skinned, chiseled features, fresh fade, she quickly tore her eyes from his butt as he turned around.

  “Any questions…?”

  “Huh? No, no questions.”

  “So, basically, you’ll be working behind the counter.”

  “I think I can manage that. So, are you from around here or…?”

  “I’m from Brooklyn, originally. What about you?”

  “The Bronx. What did your aunt tell you about me?”

  Neal hopped onto the counter. “She called me and told me a friend was moving into Emma’s house. She said you would need a job. I said no problem.”

  “That’s it?”

  “Is there something I should know?”