Writer Wednesday, Just One Night...

I have been working on a piece for some time now. It's actually complete, but I'm not ready to publish it just yet. However, I will share an excerpt from A Woman's Afflictions with you.

Paige, is a different breed of woman in her own right. Using her body to stem the tide of emotions that come with the bondage of her past, keeps her shackled to a life of promiscuity.

EXCERPT:

When I arrived I was impressed with his home. The brother was living in a nice area of McDonough in a gated community. His two-story brick home had a well landscaped four acre lot with a three car garage. He was the first man that I had met in a while that appeared to be doing well for himself. The others were thugs or just working a routine 9 to 5.

He met me at the front door in tan slacks, a sky blue silk pullover shirt, and some tan loafers on his feet. Jacob smelled nice. He was wearing a light sporty fragrance that wasn’t too overpowering, but nicely enveloped you.

“If I didn’t know any better I would swear you were peeping through my window when you dressed this morning,” he teased.

I smiled as I realized I too was wearing tan and sky blue. My tan skirt stopped at my knees but hugged my curves so lovingly. Of course my strappy sandals matched my skirt and my tan and sky blue bag. But nothing was as hot as my sky blue halter top that showcased cleavage galore, and allowed my smooth golden back and shoulders to be exposed to his lips if he so desired. I had left my suit jacket to the skirt in the car.

I looked up at him with green eyes that I knew melted any man’s heart and sashayed my way through his door. “Hmph, I’m sure it was the other way around,” I teased him back about our matching colors.
Jacob led me into his den where Bobby Womack was singing from surround sound. I was counting on Bobby’s words…that I would not be lonely tonight.

“So, why would a man like you need a house this huge? There wouldn’t happen to be a Mrs., would there?” I asked after he took me on a tour of his home. I had not seen any pictures of women or children. The décor of his home was nice, but definitely lacking a woman’s touch.

He laughed a gentle teasing laugh. “Not quite. If there were, trust me you wouldn’t be here. I’m not that type of man. When I find the one…she will be the only one.”

“So am I to assume there are several now?” I asked, as I took a sip from the glass of wine he handed me.

“You’re free to assume what you like. But you can also ask and I’ll tell you point blank.”

“I like that. A man with no reservations and no games. Straight to the point and keeping it real,” I confessed.

“Good, that’s how I like my women,” he smiled at me.

The smile that split that pretty earth brown skin in half showed a beautiful string of pearls behind those luscious lips.

We made small talk for a little while until we had finished our second glass of wine. His eyes looked like pools of dark chocolate upside down half-moons. “Tell me about you, Ms. Dougherty,” he said, as he poured me another glass of wine.

“There’s not much to tell. I love to shop, eat at nice restaurants, save money, save the children in my life and have sex.”

He slowly shook his head as he took me in from head to toe.

“And what about you, Mr. Hawthorne? What do you like?”

“I love to ski, sky dive, go rock climbing, ride my bike, good food, good wine, and have passionate sex.”

“Okay, so we have two things in common. I’ve had dinner and I believe you have as well, so let’s cut straight to the other thing that we have in common and see how compatible we are.”  I don’t know if it was my normal ‘I don’t give a damn’ attitude taken to another level by the glasses of wine I had consumed, or our spirits connecting, but I was ready to throw it all out there.

It seemed as if Jacob glided across the room. He was standing right in front of me now with his hand extended pulling me up from my seat towards him.

He lowered his head and with his right hand caressing the nape of my neck he kissed me, taking the lead and not bothering to ask permission. But hell, why did he have to when I’d already given him an all access pass to my body, lock, stock and barrel.

His tongue was thick and luscious with a strong fruity taste and a slight hint of alcohol. As he ran his hands down my sides to hold tight to my waist, I felt my nipples hardening and the tingling in between my legs had begun.

I slipped my hands underneath his silk shirt and felt the hardening of his muscles around his abdominal cavity and on up to his chest. Oooh good, no hair! I loved it!

His lips slipped down to my neck and his hands lowered to my behind as he squeezed it and moaned into my mouth.

It wasn’t long before I pulled away and turned my back to him, allowing him to unsnap my halter top and unzip my skirt. I shrugged out of my body fitting skirt until it pooled to my feet and then pushed the top down my hips and to the floor with my skirt.

I now stood before Jacob in a hot pink lace thong, I wore no bra. He could see how pert my breasts were and how my nipples stood to attention waiting for him to taste them. Jacob didn’t disappoint, he grabbed my left breast with one hand and sucked it so gently and lovingly. I arched my back making sure he didn’t miss out on one single drop.

Before I could make another move, Jacob swooped me up in his arms, left the den, and carried me upstairs into his master suite.

Jacob begin by kissing the arches of my feet, and then he took my toe into his mouth and sucked on it. Now, I might be a freak, and you can call me what you want, but that was some freakish shit right there! But even more surprising it got me all tingly down there. He slowly kissed his way up from my feet and pressed little kisses at my inner ankle and worked his way up my calves to my thighs. In little teasing bites he took the flesh of my thighs into his mouth, until he reached my Mother Pearl.

I tensed as I felt the sweet heat of his mouth near my glistening jewel and anticipated the feel of his tongue licking and sucking at me. I arched my back, ready to let him explore my inner sugar walls. He blew on it for several seconds before moving up to my belly and skipping my mound altogether.

To say I was thoroughly disappointed was putting it mildly. Why had he teased me, if he wouldn’t eat my fruit? Oh well, he was missing out on a good thing. But I couldn’t be mad because I barely knew him and I damn sure wouldn’t be taking him into my mouth.

As his mouth made its way to my breasts, I begin to arch up pressing my throbbing jewel against his protruding muscle. But once again he pulled back.

“Give me just a sec,” he stated, pulling away from me long enough to grab a condom from his nightstand.

After he ripped it open, I took the condom from him and rolled it down his manhood, squeezing it as I went along, watching the head contract. I couldn’t wait to feel him inside of me. And I didn’t have to wait long, because as soon as I lay back on the bed, he placed his fingers inside of me as if checking my moisture level. But in and out he allowed his fingers to glide, and I worked myself up and down on them, waiting for the real thing.

I didn’t have to wait long, because soon after he replaced his fingers with his shaft. The wicked gleam that came in his eyes and the pounding he was giving to my lotus flower took me to a new high. Oh this man was the best I’d ever had up until this point. I was glad that Rodney had walked out, because he had definitely been replaced…him and David both!

When I say that man loved me all night long, I mean he loved on me allll niiiight longggg!

When I thought we were finished he would contort my body in a new position and show me moves I had never seen before. And I’m a woman who is very experienced sexually in the karma sutra, something I feel I’ve got mastered. But Jacob took my experiences to new heights.


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