"WALMART"

"So Baby, tell me what's on that mind of yours. I can tell from the look in your eyes that something is wrong. Talk to me! I hate it when you shut me out like this," Ty said.

"It's nothing really. I am just a little stressed. We haven't been seeing much of each other and now instead of making love to me, all you want to do is talk. Do you know how long it's been Ty? I mean really, come on man damn! Your woman need you to push it real good, work that thang, lick me up and down, hell, do me baby! While you asking me all these questions, I should be asking a few of my own," Jada said in a calm voice.

"Baby, what has gotten into you? You never used to talk to me like this. Come here, let me take care of that itch."

"Oh, save the pity party. I clearly don't need it. If you want to talk, then that is exactly what we will do. Now, sit your ass down and let's have a conversation."

"Well damn!"

Ty replayed that conversation over and over in his head. Jada was gone again, for the third night in a row. When he got home she was already backing out of their driveway. She didn't stop, simply waved and drove the hell off. This had been going on for months now. And quite frankly, he was getting a little tired of coming home to an empty house.Years ago, he wouldn't have cared because he was doing his own thang. Why is it that when he finally decided to stop going to "walmart" it was too late. She had begged and pleaded with him, but he just wouldn't listen. He thought that just because he gave her everything, worked hard and sexed her every now and then, she would be there forever. Guess he was wrong, because it was way after midnight, and she still wasn't home.

They used to make love all the time, even when he had two other honies on the side taking care of him in that department. Jada was a beast in the bedroom. Whatever he wanted it, she did it with no questions asked. Wherever he wanted it, she always obliged, and lard have mercy however, she would go above and beyond. But he was young and clearly stupid. Arrogant, thinking he was a trip to Paris in springtime, standing under the Eiffel Tower, while hundred dollar bills fell from the sky.

Ty thought back to when he first saw her. She was standing with a group of friends, laughing, having a good time. Her smile melted his heart. He was there with his girlfriend at the time, but he knew from the very moment their eyes met, he would have her on his side. Jada wasn't like all the others. She challenged him both mentally and emotionally. They talked for hours on end about anything from, sports to health care. The next thing Ty knew, he was on bended knee, asking her to be his forever.

The first two years of their marriage was amazing. They experimented, did things spontaneously, and he felt like the luckiest man alive. Jada was in a league of her own. She cooked, cleaned, fucked and sucked him without a moments notice, and everything in between. Why wasn't that enough? Why didn't he go home the night he ran into an old flame in "walmart" one night? After that night, Ty made more trips to "walmart" then anyone should be allowed. Jada never questioned his whereabouts. She loved him harder. She spiced up things in the bedroom, bought sexy lingerie, bad ass heels, and everything else to keep his attention. He just couldn't turn from his old ways.

Now, here he was, the one coming home and she was always gone. She wanted to start a family, but he just didn't trust himself to become a father. He wasn't done playing, so how could he have a child to teach how to be a good person. He didn't want to be a hypocrite. Ty continued to watch the clock. It was after two o'clock in the morning. Maybe something happened to her, he thought. He immediately dialed her cell phone, only to get her voicemail. It was too late to call anyone else, so he tried to go to sleep.

When Ty opened his eyes, Jada was next to him sound asleep. She looked so peaceful. He placed his arms around her, she stirred. When she didn't push or pull away from him, he kissed her. She felt like heaven. Jada opened her mouth wider to give her husband more of her. He kissed her like she loved, like she wanted him to, like she was everything to him. Why had it taken her leaving their home and pretending to be somewhere that she wasn't for him to realize how much she loved and only wanted him? Jada touched him in the place she knew he loved, his heart. They became familiar with each other all over again. She gave herself, all of herself to her husband.

Ty made love to his wife. He made love to her entire body, starting with her mind. He whispered sweet words of endearment in her ear. Jada came, listening to my husband make love to her mentally, emotionally and physically. Her father had been right. When she confided in him about their dilemma, he told her to leave the house, stay gone for long periods of time, and then act as if nothing happened when she returned. Jada wondered how long that would take. Her father assured her not long. So she did as he said. Had been doing so for a few months now, each time, meeting her father for breakfast, lunch, dinner, anything. When Ty called her father looking for her, he simply said, "maybe she at walmart". Jada thought she would die. She laughed. It felt good to laugh.

Although she could have easily been one of the people she despised, she remained faithful to her husband. Even when she knew he was with other women, claiming to be at "walmart". She wasn't stupid, born last night. She knew what he was up to. But Jada stayed focused, with her eyes on the prize. The little bun in her oven deserved a home with both parents, and if pretending to be at "walmart" or anywhere else was the way she had to play it, then she would do it all over again. The way he was responding to her was the way they had once been. She missed being with him. They were made for each other. A match made in heaven.

That night, Ty and Jada made love over and over savoring each other. Hanging on to each emotion, each hug, each kiss, each happy ending. When they were satisfied, they stopped, waited and then did it all over again. Their marriage was now unbreakable. There would never be any excuse, any need to go to "walmart", unless they where going there together. Jada hated "walmart" any way. She would much rather go to TARGET!!!

"RAW PASSION"

As soon as she saw him, she smiled. Her body awakened, wanting him, wanting to give herself to him. She was in love. Utterly, completely, totally, in love with him, all he was, both good and bad. They were made for each other. They were best friends, they didn’t judge each other. They built each other up whenever one was down. They smiled, laughed, and simply loved being together. When they made love, they moved the heavens and the earth. The waters became crystal clear, the sun shined brighter, and nothing else mattered except living in the moment. The “raw passion” within them was magical, a blessing, something others envied, craved, desired.

He couldn’t keep her off his mind. She invaded his thoughts all day, every day and he didn’t want it to end. He longed to be next to her, feel her lips, her touch, her heart beat next to his, becoming one. He had never felt this way about anyone else and didn’t care if he never did, all he wanted was her. She knew him, he loved him, she cared with her actions, not like many others and their words, leaving him wanting more. He missed her when he couldn’t see her and that only made the time they shared together more of an appreciation, a BONUS. When he was down and out, all he had to do was hear her voice, see her face and his world was all right. The way she kissed him brought joy to his heart, positive thoughts to his mind, calmness to his soul, joy to his soul. He didn’t want those feelings to ever end. She was special, his one and only. The “raw passion” between them was like the brightest star shining in the night, lighting up the entire world.

They knew each other. They talked about any and everything. They finished each other’s sentences, laughing because they loved being in love. They could be in the same room, doing completely opposite things, but as long as they were together, they didn’t care one way of the other. As long as they were together, who cared? When they embraced, electricity soared throughout their souls, driving each other crazy. The power of love was amazing! A special gift many people overlooked, took for granted, ignored or didn’t think possible. The “raw passion” ignited flames in their hearts that would burn forever as long as they had each other.

She watched him watch her feeling her body betray her, it was his and his eyes was telling her that he wanted her. She walked over to him and sat on his lip. He pulled her face closer to his with his hands, he kissed her. He kissed her with such “raw passion”, she lost herself. The places he touched her was like a dream, he touched his heart. His roaming hands told her that it was real. He touched her breasts softly, a moan escaped her lips. His hands felt too good, she wanted more of him. He gave her just what she was thinking and so much more. He kissed her with intensity, still rubbing her breasts tenderly. His manhood poked her in her most intimate place. He wanted her and she was about to return the favor.

She stood up bringing him up with her. She undressed his body while her fingers assaulted him. He closed his eyes. She used her hands and mouth to express her emotions until it was time to show her actions with body movements. He opened his eyes to see hers penetrating the depths of his soul. “I love you”, he said. “I love you more”, she responded and the rest was done with their bodies, sealing and pledging their everlasting love for one another. The "raw passion" radiating throughout each of them, was like music. They performed endlessly, a love song so powerful, a ballad of pure bliss, lyrics one of a kind, a rhythm so emotional, energetic, an amazing beat. They danced with tongues, legs, arms, bodies wrapped in love. In the end, they had created the perfect “love song”. A song they would remix each and every time they made love with the “raw passion” they possessed for one another.

Good Afternoon All!!!!

I asked a question to one of my close friends last night and we both pondered for a while. Can Christians love erotica without being looked upon as, how can I say this? As being promiscious, dirty, nasty, evil, followers of satan, etc. This is a very touchy subject, but someone has to talk about it. I am in fact a Christian, who just so happens to love and write erotic tales. I am married, with kids and I think that there is nothing wrong with freedom of expression. I am not perfect by any means, but I do try. With that being said, I want to know your thoughts on this particular subject. I will keep your answers anonymous if you like. I just want to know if their are others out there like myself. Someone read my blog and asked did I want to be labeled as person I'm clearly not for the stories I create. I didn't hesitate my answer because I know who I am, God created me this way. I have never really been the type of person to need acceptance from "people" and I don't plan on starting now. Let's face it, not anyone is going to like what you have to say. If that were true, our world would be all peaches and cream.There would be no laws because if everyone agreed or liked all that is said, what would be the need? I'm just saying!

I am in the process of getting my first book published and I am so excited. It's not Christian fiction but I touch on Godly content in some instances throughout it. I can't help it, I want the world to know that God has and always will be present in my life and He does exist. For those of you who don't think so, please feel free to remove yourself from my blog immediately, not hard feelings. You are free to think or believe whatever you like. Although this particular book isn't necessarily like my blog, there are a few steamy scenes that take place. So, keep your eyes open for "Deadly In Stilettos" it's coming soon! I won't go into detail about the book, but let's just say it is a "page turner".

Anyway, I got side-tracked a minute. Please bear with me. I am just totally excited about finally becoming a published Author. Hopefully one day soon, I will be on the New York's Times best-selling list. I have too many thoughts and ideas in my head that the world need to be entertained by. (lol) Back to the matter at hand. Christians and Erotica, what are your thoughts? I look forward to knowing your opinions. Your voice is meant to be heard, so don't close yourself off. Who knows, "you" may even be the one person to help someone get their breakthrough. Many people feel or think the same way, but only the courageous ones who speak out, make the difference. Don't sell yourself short, I most certainly will not, trust and believe! Ok, I will not preach or demand. If anyone wants to discuss, it will happen in time. For now, have a very great and productive day! And remember, "with wisdom comes understanding, and with understanding comes courage, and courage bring about change". Smooches!!!

I have pondered a really long time about this particular word, and I just want to see what all of you think about it. If anyone is out there reading or just browsing, please feel free to comment. Your insight is greatly appreciated, highly anticipated and I welcome them all.

What is Your definition of PASSION?

Now webster's definition states: any powerful or compelling emotion or feeling, as love or hate; strong amorous feeling or desire, love, ardor; strong sexual desire, lust; an instance or experience of strong love or sexual desire; the object of such a fondness or desire

My definition of PASSION is: an electrifying desire, ripping through one's soul, igniting a fire so hot it penetrates the depth of our being, our existence, our spirit; leaving one craving for more, especially when all five senses are involved and greatly satisfied. (KEKE CHANEL)

Although I feel there is no right or wrong answer, I am curious to know how others define certain terms, PASSION being one of them. After all, this is a passion blog, so it is only fair that it is discussed openly with anyone who wants to take part in the discussion. Shall we began!!!!

Thanks in advance to all the passionate souls out there!!!

"Butterflies"

Ka’Sha smiled thinking of O’Shea. From the first time she laid eyes on him, she was head over heels. He was tall, caramel hued, with dimples she envied and a smile that left her floating in air for days. His deep voice spoke to her in places she was embarrassed to mention, but she loved every minute of it. Ka’Sha couldn’t stop herself from approaching him the night she and a few of her girlfriends went out for drinks after work one Friday night. It was as if he were expecting her, waiting for her. After a few drinks, she built up the courage to go over to where he and a few other guys, she assumed were his boys, chatted and laughed. She remembered the conversation like yesterday.

“Excuse me,” she said lightly tapping him on his back. When he turned to face her, she was shocked by the kindness of his eyes. When he smiled, she knew that she had made the right decision and her heart skipped a beat. Ka’Sha stared at his lips. She must have had one drink too many because she remembered taking her hand and placing one finger one them. He looked around the room amazed by her straightforwardness. O’Shea then, kindly moved her hand from his lips and kissed it. Ka’Sha smiled at her future husband. He gave her “butterflies” and she remembered her grandmother saying that, “if a man gave you butterflies, he was the one for you because not too many of them possessed that quality.” Who knew that her grandmother was so right?

“I’m so sorry! I have never gone this before. Please excuse my behavior. I guess I shouldn’t have had that last drink, huh,” Ka’Sha said looking down at the floor. She noticed his shoes, how well polished they looked and how big his feet were. She felt a little leap in her kitty kat area, which was also new to her. “Oh, please don’t apologize, you haven’t committed any crimes,” he spoke with great sincerity. “My name is O’Shea Spencer,” he said, extending his hand to hers. Ka’Sha extended her own hand but instead of shaking it, she intertwined their fingers and began to dance. O’Shea, surprised again by her forwardness, wrapped his arms around her waist and moved in closer to her body. How could he refuse a beautiful woman a dance? What harm could it do? Besides, he was intrigued by her confidence. The chemistry between them was evident, obvious to anyone paying any attention to them. They danced that night and have been dancing ever since. He gave her “butterflies” then and now.

Ka’Sha was comfortable in his massive, yet gentle arms. She belonged there. She was home. “My name is Ka’Sha Reynolds. And one day, I am going to be your wife,” she whispered into his ear. O’Shea pulled her closer into him feeling his own heart speed up. He had never felt that way before and he had had his share of women, lots of women, but none held a candle to the woman in his arms. Ka’Sha Reynolds was definitely in a league of her own. He wanted to know more of her. When they finally let go of each other, her friends and his boys had gathered together having a good time as well. All eyes were on them careful to see if anything was strange, but shocked to see two people, strangers, dancing together and slowly falling in love. O’Shea touched his stomach. It felt weird, funny and unusual. For the first time in his life, he was experiencing “butterflies”. She gave him butterflies. “Damn”, was all he managed to say, wondering what that meant.

By the end of the night, he and Ka’Sha had gotten better acquainted with each other. Everyone is their group seemed to be having a nice time as well, so they didn’t have to rush or feel selfish for ignoring their friends. They learned each other’s professions, hobbies, likes and dislikes, among other things. They exchanged numbers that night and had been talking every day since. Ka’Sha looked forward to hearing his voice, as did O’Shea to hearing hers. Whenever her phone rang, she smiled and felt “butterflies” in her stomach. She was beyond words to describe the way he made her feel, and she didn’t want that feeling to ever end.

Now, here she was, sitting in their home, waiting on him. They had been together for several years, happily married, and still in love. And after all that time, Ka’Sha still felt my stomach flutter, heart skip a beat and a smile appear on her face whenever she thought of O’Shea. The love they made sealed their love, strengthened their bond, and extended their family. Ka’Sha looked down at her belly. Tears filled her eyes and she couldn’t contain her excitement. He was going to be extremely happy when she told him to good news. They had been trying for a long time to get pregnant, with no luck. Just when they came to the conclusion that it would only be him and her, a miracle happened. Ka’Sha missed her period, but didn’t think much of it. When the second month passed, she decided to go see her doctor. That is when she learned that she was going on three months pregnant, and not with just one baby but two. They were having twins.

As O’Shea unlocked the door to their home, he felt his stomach in knots. Those “butterflies” always signaled something special in his life after meeting Ka’Sha. There he found her, sitting on their couch, grinning from ear to ear. He knew that she had something to tell her. “Hey Baby, how was your day,” she stalled. O’Shea played along, kissing her on the cheek as he sit down next to her. “Hi, my day was great. No complaints. What about you Sweetness,” he asked resting his arms around her. She leaned into him, putting her head on his chest. “I have something to share with you. I hope that you are not upset with me after you hear what it is,” she said smiling were he couldn’t see. O’Shea was worried now. He eased her up to face him. “What’s wrong?” His face was panicked.

Ka’Sha couldn’t stand the torture on his face. She whispered into his ear, “Baby, we are having a baby.” O’Shea searched her eyes to see if she was joking, but when she nodded in agreement to what she had just told him, he knew that she was telling the truth. He was ecstatic. Tears of joy betrayed him as he pulled his wife into his arms. He kissed her with such passion, Ka’Sha wanted to jump his bones right then and there, but knew that she couldn’t. “Baby”, she said bringing him back to reality. “There is more news.” O’Shea eyed her suspiciously. “What’s that,” he asked. Ka’Sha took a deep breath. “I should have told you months ago, but I wanted to be sure first. I learned today at the doctor’s that I am going on three months pregnant and we are having twins.” O’Shea felt “butterflies” in his stomach and then saw darkness. He fainted. Ka’Sha laughed at her loving husband.

They laughed and talked for hours when he finally came to. O’Shea promised that he wouldn’t faint when the babies came. Ka’Sha didn’t believe him, but nodded just to appease him. They chatted like two old friends catching up. They talked for hours. They reminisced about their dating days, their engagement and then their wedding. With each story, Ka’Sha’s heart smiled brighter. She was so happy that she had gone with her friends that night, happy that she approached O’Shea and happy that she answered the phone when he called. But most of all, she was happy that since that very first moment she looked into his eyes, he had and still was giving her “butterflies”.   

"Happily Exhausted"

When Passion got home, she was in for a treat. Kobe, her husband, greeted her with a smile and a glass of wine. She returned a smile of her own, wondering what he was up to. His body looked delicious. She knew that the banana and plums hanging between his legs would soon kiss her lips, both above and below her waist. He was ripped. His dick was long and thick, simply beautiful. The huge veins slowly coming into view let her know that he was excited to see her. Passion wanted to drop down to her knees and pleasure him right there in their foyer, but she didn’t. He had something planned for her, so she would let him pamper her for now. They had all night and when he finished with her, she would make sure he was “happily exhausted”.

“Hey Baby, how was your day,” Kobe asked. He saw the stress of the day on his wife’s face. What he had in-store of her would leave her speechless, stress-free and sexually satisfied. Before she responded, Passion took a hefty sip from her wine. The smooth, cool liquid went down her throat, immediately taking some of her stress away. “Hey you, my day was…well…let’s just say, I am glad to be home,” she finally said to her husband. Kobe reached out his hand. “Come with me. I have just the thing that you need.” A devilish grin appeared on Passion’s face. She followed him admiring his nice tight ass and muscular legs. He was FINE as hell. Damn, I’m a lucky girl.

When they got to their bedroom, Passion covered my mouth with her hand. There were over one-hundred red roses, in beautiful crystal vases smiling at her. On the floor leading to the bed and their master bathroom were yellow roses and when she looked at their California king-sized bed, more roses, pink and white, in a heart-shape, covered their silk sheets. Passion was so overwhelmed by it all, she couldn’t contain her emotions. Tears kissed her cheeks. She used the back of her hand to wipe them away only to have more to fall. Kobe wrapped his strong arms around her waist. “I love you Baby. You take care of me so much I just wanted to return the favor. Tonight is your night. Your every wish is my command.” Passion turned to face her loving husband. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. His dick grew harder and she wanted to pleasure him right then. He pulled away, putting space in between them. “Stop it girl! I just told you tonight is your night, let me pamper you now.”

Passion stood still while Kobe undressed her. He removed every inch of her clothing with tenderness, also slowly seducing her by his soft touches in her intimate spots. He made sure to hit all of her erogenous zones. He knew exactly what he was doing. The smile on his face was a dead giveaway. After she was completely naked, he grabbed her hands leading her into their bathroom. The lights were off and candles flickered throughout the space. More roses welcomed her in a delightful bubble bath.  “Watch your step, Baby. I hope the water is okay, I know you like yours hot.” Passion followed his instructions. The water was perfect; she eased down into it already feeling her body relieve its tension. “Ooo, this feels so good Sweetie. Thank you so much. I appreciate you for thinking of me and all of this.” Before she was able to grab her towel, Kobe got to it first. “Relax! I am going to do all the work tonight.” Passion leaned back into the water, resting her head on the back of the tub were he had placed a towel to provide comfort.

Kobe washed her back, making little circles as he massaged it. He washed her breasts, using his hands to get them ripe. He moved down to her stomach. He brought one leg up to him, and slowly washed it, and then the other. He told her to stand, which she did. He washed her butt and then found his hands roaming for beautiful flower. It blossomed, drenched from the orgasm he caused while cleansing her. Passion was so overheated she could have fried an egg with her clit. After Kobe made sure every inch of her body was clean, he wrapped a towel around her, picking her up and led her over to their bed. “Lie on your back for me Baby,” Kobe instructed. Passion submitted to her husband doing just what he told her to do.

Kobe left her for a minute, only to go get some massage oil to apply to her damp body. He warmed it slightly and returned to his wife. She was on her stomach looking like an angel. She smiled when she saw him enter the room. Kobe walked in between her legs and applied the oil to her back. He worked it in gently, massaging her body with ease. Passion moaned. His touch was like acid, she was burning all over for him. She wanted to feel him inside her. But good things come to those who wait. When he finally finished working her back, he went down to her ass and then her legs. As he massaged her thighs, he was careful to penetrate her with his fingers, massaging her clit softly. Passion came again, the second one in a matter of minutes. He was driving her insane. When he moved to her feet, he rubbed oil all over them, and then used his tongue to massage each and every one of them. Passion couldn’t fight it anymore. She moaned, groaned, tossed and turned. The electricity of passion soaring through her body made her pussy hotter than fire. Her love juices mixed in with the smell of the roses, creating an intoxicating aroma. Kobe moaned himself.

As he turned her over to her back, Passion gazed into his piercing eyes. There was so much love and passion in them she felt her heart skip a beat. She used her feet to massage his love stick. Kobe stared into her eyes with intense desire. “Baby that feels so good, but tonight is your night. Please let me take care of you,” be pleaded, but Passion continued to work his dick with her feet. Before he came, he stepped away from her. Although the feeling was breathtaking, he had to move before he wasn’t able to control himself. He poured oil all over the front of his wife’s body, massaging it in slowly. Passion arched her back when he touched her clit again. “Damn boy, you gonna make me cum again.” Before she got all the words out, she came. Spasms of pleasure went through her entire body. Kobe saw her orgasm shoot out and used his fingers to capture some of it. He licked his fingers like it was bar-b-que sauce. “You taste so good. I think a want some more.”

He went down on his knees and went to work. Kobe licked, sucked, blew and used his fingers to part her open. He captured her clit with his mouth, using his tongue to massage it softly. He sucked on her like a suction-cap, licking gently. Passion rode his tongue like she was on a high-speed chase with the police. She got faster and faster until another orgasm exploded within her. Kobe used his tongue to swallow every drop of her love juice, drenching his thirst. Passion wrapped her legs around his waist pulling him in closer. She wanted him so badly, and he was about to give her what she wanted. He moved from his knees, pulling her into his hard erection. He penetrated her soft and rough, until she screamed. He made circles as he pulled out of her a bit, giving her only his thick head. When he was sure she couldn’t take his torture anymore, he pushed into her sweet, wet pussy deeper. She screamed out his name. Kobe was giving all of himself to his wife. He met her lips and kissed her with such passion, she melted returning his kiss. Their tongues danced to their own rhythm, creating a perfect beat.

Kobe pumped slow, fast, easy, rough and everything in between. Passion came over and over again. She rode him from underneath, pushing him over the edge. He held on to her waist, while sucking on her sweet breasts. Her nipples were so hard he bit them gently, sucking as if he was feasting on sweet nectar. Passion cursed him. She rode him as he called out her name and exploded. His seed went deep inside her. When they finished making love that night, both of them were “happily exhausted” and greatly satisfied. Passion fall in love with her husband all over again that night, and Kobe knew that no other woman could tell him anything except for which direction she was in. That night, they lay in each other’s arms, drifting on a memory because there wasn’t any place they would rather be than in the moment, with each other. When they woke up that morning, it was Passion’s turn to pleasure her husband and she used her tongue to thank him for the night before and the many nights and days to come. When he left for work later, he was even more “happily exhausted” than he ever thought possible. Passion watched him with joy in her heart, love of her mind and a pussy so fulfilled that she had to pat it dry when she went to use the bathroom. What a great way to be in pain, she smiled. “Oh how I love being “happily exhausted”,” she said anticipating coming home from work that evening and doing it all over again.    

LATE NIGHT TEXTING

Brandy took out her cell phone. She smiled thinking of the last few messages she received and decided it was time to see just how serious Nikko was about sexting. At first, she was apprehensive about the full idea, but since he started, she looked forward to it. In fact, she liked it more than she wanted to admit. It kept their relationship fresh and fun. They hadn’t talked in a few days and she missed him. She missed the naughty, yet sexy things he said to her, making her feel all hot and horny. Now it was her turn to get him all flustered from her words.

B: Hey you!

N: Well hello there beautiful!

N: I was just thinking about your sexy smile.

B: Is that right? I was just thinking about you too.

N: So tell me, you miss me yet?

That was an understatement Brandy thought to herself. She missed him so much that she was about to tell him just how much and in a way he would enjoy. She took a deep breath and typed in her message. She hoped he didn’t find it offensive, vulgar or think she was like this with everyone else, but she doubted that since he was always the one making sexual comments during their texting. It was late and she was in fact horny. “What the hell,” Brandy said aloud, lying across her empty bed.

N: Hellooooo, you still there Brandy?

B: Sorry, I was just changing my clothes.

N: J wish I could see that. What are you doing now?

B: Laying across my bed texting you

N: What cha got on?

B: Just my t-shirt and panties. Why you wanna see?

Caught off guard by her bluntness and honesty, Nikko rubbed his head thinking of what to say next. He didn’t want her to think he was a pervert or think he did this type of thing with everyone, so he had to be careful. Brandy was more than just a crush, a fling, or one-night stand. She was special to him. She was his Sweetie. As he waited, his phone chimed indicating a new message. When Nikko clicked on the message he almost fainted. There, right before his eyes was Brandy smiling in her pink, V-necked t-shirt, holding one side up just a little to show off her hot pink lace panties.

N: Wow!!!

B: you like?

N: Do you even have to ask that question? I am drooling all over myself

B: lol

N: not funny, you look amazing and sexy as hell

B: I bet you say that to all the girls who send you pictures like this, huh

She was testing him, Nikko gathered. She wanted to see if she was the only one he was receiving those kinds of pictures from. Although he had gotten his share of naughty pictures from other women he conversed with, he had erased them all when he and Brandy became more serious. Nikko wanted to assure her that she had nothing to worry her pretty head about when it came to him and other women. She was the one he chose.

N: Babe, don’t worry about that. You are the only one sending me pictures. You are the only one I want any from. Now, can we talk about what’s under that shirt or what?

B: J Sure

N: why do you have on those particular panties?

B: What, you don’t like them? I picked them out with you in mind. I thought that you would like them. I can take them off if you ask me nicely

N: I love them, but please take them off and send me another picture, please!

B: Don’t beg Baby, just ask and it shall be given to you

Nikko waited, shaking his left leg up and down. Brandy had him nervous and anxious. She was a totally different person and he liked it. Late night texting was turning out to be something he would look forward to when he was away from her. When his phone chimed, he quickly grabbed it up. There was Brandy, t-shirt off, on her knees, with her beautiful succulent breasts staring back at him, and those hot pink panties greeted him even more. Her smooth caramel colored skin looked radiant. Her hair was down, falling freely pass her shoulders. Damn, he thought.

B: So tell me, what do you think about this one Honey?

N: J

B: are you speechless?

NJ

B: I bet I can make even more speechless

Nikko couldn’t respond. He continued to look at his phone. He wished that he were right beside her or the one taking those pictures. If he were there, they would be doing way much more than taking pictures. He would be feasting on the two ripe melons winking at him. He would have those hot pink panties in his mouth, kissing what was in them until he got tired and then he would have kissed some more. His dick got hard and he removed his own clothing. It wasn’t the same, but he had to release before he got “blue balls” and that wasn’t an option. Why did he have to be out of town on business when at home waiting for him was a lioness in heat, in need of some sexual healing?

B: you should be receiving another picture in a minute. Let me know what you think of this one

N: ok

B: my pussy is on fire and when you get home I will show you just how much, but for now, enjoy!

N: girl, you got my dick so hard, I can’t see straight. When I do get home, your ass will be in some serious trouble!

B: Oh, didn’t you know that trouble is my middle name. I welcome all that you have to offer and then some. Try me!!!

Nikko smiled reading her words. She was playing with him, torturing him and he loved every bit of it. The next picture he received, he dropped the phone out of his hand. Brandy was a bad girl, for real. There she was with her legs spread wide giving him a view of his paradise. He couldn’t wait to get there in between them. Her pussy looked so good. Nikko knew that it would taste even better. He suddenly wanted to punish her with his dick penetrating her feminine walls, for punishing him with her pictures.

N: Damn, girl! You look so freaking delicious. What are you going to do when I get home?

B: Well, I think that I’m just gonna walk in getting undressed and bend over the sofa with my stilettos on. Can you handle that?

N: We will see won’t we?

B: Or would you like a lap dance and a little striptease first?

N: Baby, we can do all of that!

B: And that we shall

B: I am such a bad girl

N: yes you are

B: you like it but you ain’t seen me get bad yet

N: Really?

B: Yep, you are my motivation

N: I like that

B: So when we done, I don’t want to feel my legs and I want your hands all over me. Can you do that for me?

N: I can definitely do that

B: ok, so it’s settled then

Nikko wanted her so badly. He massaged his long, hard dick, closing his eyes. When he opened them again, he looked at the last picture she sent him. He imagined her pussy on his dick, and the wetness of it making him cum. Nikko came that night staring into his phone at a picture. Late night texting was the best damn aphrodisiac he had ever experienced. When he got home in two days, Brandy would be in trouble.

B: Sweet dreams Baby

N: You too, my love

B: I will keep it warm for you

N: yeah, you do that because when I get there, it’s going to be hotter than a six shooter and I’m going to make it shot six times six.

B: Damn I can’t wait! You got my pussy so wet. I want to touch myself

N: I just did, now it’s your turn

Brandy began to massage her clit, feeling warm sensations run through her entire body. She moved her hips up and down. She closed her eyes pretending that her hands were Nikko’s, giving her the ultimate pleasure. When she came, she called out his name, shaking uncontrollably. Brandy pressed the stop button on her phone and then pressed send.

B: here is something to look forward to when you get home

N: ok

B: enjoy and goodnight Honey

N: Goodnight Sweetheart

Nikko opened the new message from Brandy. He saw that it was a video instead of another picture, so he pressed played. He watched in sure amazement and anticipation. When the video was over, he watched it again. That night Nikko and Brandy closed their eyes and met in each other’s dreams. They made perfect love, pleasuring each other completely, effortlessly, endlessly. Two days couldn’t come fast enough, but until then late night texting would satisfy their craving for each other and spark a passion inside them that would keep their sex life incredible, spontaneous and better than either could have imagined.