KC picke
d me up and laid me on the floor. She looked down at me so seductively. Her eyes had this beautiful glow. I could tell that she had wanted to do this for a long time; the way she touched me and kissed me. I knew that this was something more than a friendship and more than a one-nighter or a quick nut could ever be.
She grabbed my body and caressed it gently; just right. Touched me light like a feather; it actually tickled me and turned me on. KC examined my body and my tattoos. She slowly caressed me and kissed every part of my skin. Made my toes curl. Her pants came off and she rested in between my legs and kissed me. Then I felt her enter me. And I screamed. I loved it, the sweetest touch is a woman inside of me; I just never thought it would be KC. Her hand caressed my face and she whispered in my ear.
“I’m glad I stayed. You look so beautiful when you’re about to come.”
That made me moan even more. Her playing with my pierced clit was starting to drive me crazy.
“You taste so sweet. I always knew that you would.”
I felt it; it was building up and waiting to be released. She was going harder, and going faster. It was making me feel so good. My legs were spread out so I could feel all of her inside me. KC got on top of me and started grinding. She pulled my body closer to her so I could feel all of her. My legs wrapped around her body and I was riding her like earlier. She pulled my hair and my head went back. I put her fingers in my mouth and sucked them while still riding her. My moans were out of control and I knew she was going to cum; like I was. I pulled her even closer to me; just hugged her.
“I’ve craved your touch for the longest time, baby. I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered to me.
“I’ve wanted you, too.” A tear cascaded down my cheek as we both came. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling. “Damn, baby! Shit!”
When I opened my eyes she was staring back at me. I kissed her lips and smiled at her.
“So what’s next?”
We both giggled. I kissed her lips again.
“I have this killer craving for chocolate and a jumbo jack.” I laughed and she shook her head at me. “What? Like you don’t have the munchies?”
We both got up and I put on some sweats while she got dressed. I grabbed my purse as she pulled me in for a kiss. As we were headed out the door, my phone rang.
“Hold up, babe. Hello.” I picked up the phone and heard the voice of my ex. She said she was outside my building.
RDM is an upcoming novelist from Palmdale, California, who currently lives in Los Angeles. Some of her favorite books are written by Zane, Nikki Turner, and Eric Jerome Dickey. In her spare time RDM likes to write stories, listen to music, and enjoy life.
Lipstick on Her Collar
Samantha Green
“Hey, Baby.” My boyfriend Raymond greeted me as I walked in the house.
“Hey, Boo.” We shared a quick kiss. I made the kiss brief so Raymond wouldn’t suspect anything.
He gave me a hug. “How was work?”
“Another long, boring evening. I feel like getting in the tub and going to bed.” I made a move to get around him and headed to the stairs.
Raymond called, “Hey, Karen?”
“Huh?” I turned around.
“How’d you get red lipstick on your shirt?”
I looked down.
“No, on your collar,” Raymond continued. “How’d you get lipstick on your collar?”
My mind reflected on the past couple of hours.
Being editorial director for a weekly magazine was wonderful; except when big stories hit and the magazine had already been designed. I loved the work. I began Eminence when I was sixteen. What had started as a pastime of interviewing the local celebrities and pastors had blown up into a publication the likes of Vogue. Simply put, I was huge. I was also organized so when big stories hit, though amusing, they were also annoying because I had to reorganize the entire magazine. It was a welcome challenge every time.
I was sitting at my desk, looking over what would become the finished magazine, but something was wrong. I couldn’t put my finger on the problem, and that was aggravating me even more.