As She Took the Last Step

The last thing she remembered was the way he looked at her. His light brown eyes, the smile that was on his face. She looked in his eyes knowing the end of the friendship was ending soon. The tears in her eyes wouldn’t stop as she remembered the Good Times. The actual ending of the friendship was not something to be sad about, it was something to be happy about. The fact of the matter was something was going to be blooming and something was beginning. However the end the death of their friendship was going to give birth of a new one and she was so happy. The cable between them was now easier to cut comma and she had every intention of doing so. She did not wish to hurt him, but the reality was there and it hurt her more than it would ever hurt him. He did not see what was going to happen because he rejected it and he didn’t believe it was going to happen, but she knew to the first day they met it would it be okay it wouldn’t last long, but she still loved him and she still cared, it hurt to know what the end result would be. So now, she looks at her phone comma she looks at the picture of him and her daughter, and seas the ordained beginning and ending of another relationship. She is very happy for them, and this is her goodbye letter. She wishes she was Stronger, she wishes she was better, she wishes she was less emotional, but this is what it is and this is what it isn’t. She wishes them the best, and she hopes maybe one day they might cross paths again. She hopes that he deletes her out of his life as soon as possible, the sooner he can do that this sooner and better he’ll be.

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Weakness.

The crazy thing about liking someone is that you accept them for everything and nothing at the same time. You understand what those things can be. An yet..sometimes it hurts to face them. For example, when a present significant other is still emotionally attached to someone (an ex-girlfriend, ex-husband..etc) it puts a strain on the relationship. It hurts the significant other to the point that they have to drop everything. More specifically significant others that may have depression or anxiety disorders. The words and presence only calm so much before the situation sets in and it starts to eat at you. The facts are:

• You are my weakness. Everything you do, look at me..touch me..that smile sets me aflame.

• You do hurt. You hurt by no fault of your own. When I decided I would move forward with you, I knew you were still emotionally attached to her. That’s okay. I feel as if things will actually get better with you and another.

•Its actually my own fault I’m hurting as I am. I do believe by me admitting that, I am beginning to heal. I don’t think, no I know in the pit of my heart you don’t care like I care and that’s okay. It’s honestly not okay but I don’t think, no I know things will not change. In me saying that…

• I have to purge you out of my system. Mentally, emotionally, and physically. It hurts even thinking of doing so as if it’s the ultimate wrong thing to do but to keep myself from breaking my own heart over and over, it’s something that I must do.

• You are the first cut. The first like. The first person to bring my vulnerability to the light of day. What you give me is all you can give. I was willing to give you my all. But I don’t know if that’s possibly okay.

• The submission from me to you was real. Still is real. Will always be real. I will always submit to you.

•If this was meant to be, therewouldn’t be so much pain. You fight for things that are worth it but there is no longer any fight within me.

•When you think of the first time we ever conversed..did you really have the intention of keeping everything going this long? Thought not. Let’s just call it off and I’ll go my way and you go yours. Should our paths cross, we shall act as foreigners in a foreign land.

Goodbye, Daddy.

 

Love,

Your PussyCat.

 

 

When Worlds Collide

Dear Readers, this following story is purely fictional, is awesome, and is a collaboration with myself and my best friend. They have yet to make a profile, but they will be soon. You’ll see the connecting and different writing styles and how they work together for the greatness of the story. Thank you for reading, truly, thank you.

She stook there. She stood there in the busy streets of Newbold and Washington Avenue. The red, floral shirt that covered her large, DDD breasts was starting to get loose. She had a pair of black pants on, but she hated them. They were her uniform pants. Songbird’s body was thick, as if she was modeled after a coke bottle. Her long, straight hair was in a bun, however the curly hair she naturally had was under the wig. Her skin normally peanut butter toned, was a cooked caramel thanks to the sun. The city smell was getting to her, but she had a mission to accomplish. The sun was setting. “Songbird to the nest, Songbird to the nest!” She whispered into her earpiece. “Nest to Short Songbird copy.” There was nothing but static, for Songbird did not answer to a direct insult on her height, which was five feet and three inches. “Songbird to Nest, please refrain from using any information on my height to insult me. It only flusters me. Copy.” The deep, baritone chuckle on the other end let her know she was right, as she usually was. “Thank you, for finding me funny.” Songbird proceeded to walk down Washington Avenue into the district she was assigned to. The way her hips swayed made men become nothing more than a stupor. “Hello, how are you?” Songbird asked in a little voice, knowing she was far from that. Songbird was and will forever be a force to be reckoned with. The military background she has, the teachings of her mother, and the abuse from the past made her cold-blooded and calculating. Songbird has the world on her shoulders, but there is a weakness for her. Her emotions she hides. The truth is, Songbird’s heart is so huge, she can barely contain it, making it seep out of her pores when there is a pulling force to be had. “It’s so nice outside! I think I’ll have an ice cream cone.” As Songbird traveled down the streets of the Southern District, she couldn’t help but feel as if she has been followed. “Songbird to Nest, confirm second person along my trail, copy.” She smiled. “Nest to Songbird, second person along your tail. Right along your four.” The infamous Songbird glasses were on as usual, however the glasses were reading her surroundings. The various escape routes. “Songbird, abort mission!” As she was turning a corner, it was a dark alley. She and the one on her four followed her back there. Before Songbird could attack, he shot her with a tranquilizer, making her fighting futile. “Songbird to Nest, help me, copy.” Before everything went black.

Beep. Beep. Beep. The light surroundings and the unfamiliar smell of fresh and sanitized instantly didn’t agree with Songbird. “Ms. Maldonado, we tried everything we could to wake you up, just for you to wake up on your own. Very good.” A so called doctor said to Songbird. The beeping Songbird heard in the darkness became more prominent the more awake she became. “Where am I?” She whispered, truly inquiring about her whereabouts. “You are in Kindred Hospital. I didn’t think you would wake up so soon with the brain trauma, but as I can see, you’re starting to heal at an usual rate.” The doctor had a look in his eyes. As if he knew something he’d rather not share. “Pardon me, Doctor…” leaving it hanging. “Doctor Ryan.” He interrupted. “Yes, Doctor Ryan, how did I come here?” He hesitated. “I don’t think you’re ready for that, Mrs. Maldonado. When you’re fully healed, I’ll explain.” With that he left the room, leaving no space for questioning. As Songbird was in the hospital bed, she inspected herself. The IV in her hand, the fact her hair felt crazy and curly as it usually did, and the scar forming on her stomach led her to believe something tragic happened. As she was looking at the scar, she touched it and it lead to colors and memories bright to the forefront of her mind. In the instant, the heartrate monitor quickened and the sun from outside suddenly went into the clouds. “No!” Songbird cried out. Songbird proceeded to rip out the IV out her hand, the heartrate monitor attachments were off her chest, and searched for any clothing. She found some scrubs. They fit tight around her belly as if she gained a significant amount of weight. The top fit fine, considering her chest was considerably smaller than she remembered. She also had a little bit of trouble finding smaller shoes. The green scrubs and black crocs were going to work for camouflage for the time being. The moment she started walking, she realized how out of place she looked with her wild afro. “Hey girl, could I borrow a hair tie?” She asked a fellow nurse with the same hair texture. “Girl here. Your hair is doing its own thing, huh?” The black woman stated. “Yeah girl, thank you. I’ll pay you back! Gotta run!” A reteating Songbird yelled. She ran down the corridor, people mistaking her quick pace for an emergency room situation. She stopped running when she saw her doctor, ducking into the shadows. “Mrs. Maldonado has permanent damage to her ovary. He took her like a savage and it disgusts me. The scarring is going well. She is so beautiful, inside and out. She spoke for the first time today.” She heard him admire her from afar and it sickened her. The last man that liked from afar…”Songbird stop that!” She whispered to herself. After the doctor passed her, she proceeded to walk slow as to not draw attention to herself. “Doctor! Doctor Ryan the patient is gone!” The commotion was heard as she walked through the front doors of the hospital. The vallet winked at Songbird as she walked past. She simply smiled. Songbird went to the first place she knew of, the bus stop. “Camden, that rings a bell.” She stood there until the bus came around the corner. “Shit. I don’t have money!” She was rustling in the pockets in the scrubs she had on and there a six zone bus pass. “Thanks God. Looking out for me.” She waved the bus pass and sat down to the back of the bus. Time passed and Songbird figured out what she could be doing. She decided to go back home, to Perth Amboy. Her place of birth, her place of origin. There was a jolt of the bus as the bus driver looked back and stated this was the last stop. It seemed as if they were in some sort of transportation center. The bus driver smiled and said to enjoy your day. Songbird smiled her billion dollar smile and whispered you too. “What is this place? Water, Walter Reed? Walter Rand?” Songbird decided to find out later. The people milling around made her think of..him. Songbird’s memories came to the forefront of her mind, giving her a severe headache. “You alright ma’am?” A employee asked. “I just have a slight headache sir, that’s all!” with a quick disarming smile. “Well you be safe out there, there’s all types of people out there.” He drew a concerned look on his face. “I’m fine, I promise!” Again, Songbird’s million dollar smile. As Songbird walked away, something, perhaps a wind blew on her back, urging her to turn around. As Songbird turned around, her eyes seen one of the most interesting men she had ever seen. He looked rather light, but it seemed as if he had the safe gift as her. Impossible. Her pupils widened as she looked at him and that’s when her power came back. It was a shock to her system so Songbird hurried along to the outside of the building. The sun made her feel better, but it also burned her eyes and skin. As Songbird went with the crowd, she noticed a train station. “What the fuck is this place?” she asked herself. “Attention, Walter Rand Passengers, the next train to Waterfront Entertainment Center will be here in the next 5 minutes.” She heard the announcement and decided she would go the other way. After twenty minutes in the sun, her eyes stung. The train whizzed past her. “I’ll catch the other one in the other direction. Maybe get off halfway.” Reverting back to her childhood, Songbird started to people watch. “Okay, Barbara, you must watch their eyes, their hands, and their spine. Their spine dictates the rest of the body. Always look into their eyes. You don’t need your eyes showing, Barbara. Always wear sunglasses. Your eyes are one of your greatest gifts. You have very special eyes. You have the universe in them. Protect your eyes, then others.” Her Stepfather’s voice through head, then the scars he left on her came to mind. “That’s why I disabled love and emotion. I seen what it always does. Love brings harm to the parties.” Songbird’s eyes lit up as she watched people, getting into her comfort zone. As she heard the train horn, she smiled. “Finally.” She sat back and enjoyed the half an hour ride. People constantly looked at her, with inquiring eyes. Songbird simply smiled and nodded. When she got off the train, the person that came to mind was another agent in this area. “Here I come Tyease!” She smiled for that was her first lover, her best friend, and her “twin”. They looked similar. Tyease’s chest was simply bigger, while Barbara was bottom heavy.

TIME ELAPSE
As Barbara was getting some more shrimp Alfredo, Tyease was disgusted. It wasn’t the first time she heard of an agent getting hurt, but this was her closet friend from Agent Class. “This isn’t right..” Tyease pondered. “Stop thinking about my situation, Lizzy Lezzy.” Barbara whispered. “You got hurt, how can you be so happy? Where is your hurt and anger? It’s okay to be angry.” Tyease suggested. “I disabled emotions, remember? I did it for the greater good. Songbird had to be sensitive without discharging emotions.” Barbara countered. “You are Barbara before you are Songbird. Songbird is an agent name, Barbara is your life.” Barbara gritted her teeth, for she knew Tyease was right. “Come on, Songbird, let’s go to sleep.” Tyease then gave Songbird a cover, she was always cold. “Until next time, Songbird.” A kiss on the forehead was all Songbird felt before she escaped into the darkness. “Songbird to base, Songbird to base! Please say something!” was all she heard before her world went black. The last thing she saw and felt was a needle in her arm and her clothes being ripped off. Assaulter drugged her. Then he admired her body and loved her tits. They were so fucking huge. He licked them and he instantly thought of Hershey kisses. He looked into her eyes. They sparkled even as she was unconscious, they had the universe in them. He took off the black pants she had on and noticed the fat pussy she owned. It was nicely shaven clean. He took out his cock and it already hard for her. He plunged into her and felt the pull of her muscles. She was fucking tight! He could barely move in and out of her tight little pussy. As he was entering his climax, he was stabbed. “You sick fuck!” A baritone voice yelled. Before the man died, he was sure to try and destroy evidence. A knife was out into her side, where her right ovary is, and with that pain, Songbird awoken. A cry of pain was heard then sirens were heard. “I’m so sorry Songbird! I’m so sorry!” Nest cried into her hair as he held her. He had the decency to take of his agent jacket and lay it across her vulnerable body. “Officers here! Please help us!” As they were rushing over, he took her earpiece out and her wallet out her pocket and replaced it her civilian wallet. “You’ll thank me later, Songbird.” Everything was a blur for Barbara as she heard sirens and other voices. “Oh fuck, we’re losing her!” The voices echoed inbher head as she regained consciousness that morning. “Barbara, it’s okay!” Tyease whispered into her curly hair as Barbara struggled against the invisible assailant. A simple tear escaped her eye. “Thank you, Jesus.” Tyease whispered into her hair. The healing has begun.

TIME ELAPSE
It’s 9:35a.m., which means this bus should be leaving in ten minutes. “Attention Walter Rand Passengers, the 407 bus going to Moorestown Mall will depart from Gate 6 in the next five minutes.” Songbird began to get used to the announcements New Jersey Transit made all the time. As she was getting her money ready, she looked into the bus drivers eyes and it sparked a memory somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind. He was fine. He was a powerhouse. But what can’t she read his aura, his body, his eyes? Songbird was instantly intrigued. The music playing was “It G Ma Remix”, a trap song. ” Moorestown, please.” Songbird put on her best smile while trying to read him while she was closer. “Okay, two dollars and seventy five cents.” He seemed unfased and even perhaps knew what Songbird was trying to do. Impossible. “I’ll tell you a riddle.” An older man on bus shouted. He said a riddle that was a test question on the agent entry test. “Mary.” Songbird carelessly stated as she was trying to read this man. “Who is this man? I can’t find a base for his purpose. There’s no ill will coming from him but, where is his emotion? His laugh is hilarious. But his eyes, they have the same gift. That’s impossible. I love his eyes, it’s like a mirror. They are so brown.” As Songbird was having this internal monologue with herself, the responses she made to the current conversation luckily fit the criELAPSED
“How old do you think I am?” Songbird shouted. She was actually having fun with this man, on this bus. “I would like say, Twenty-Six.” He answered. “You’re way off, sir.” Songbird answered. As she was smiling having fun, another pair of eyes looked from the back of the bus, smiling for he seen she was okay. The healing process was almost complete. Fate was nice enough to make it a lot more easier for her by placing her right in the bus of him. The man in question knew of his Destiny, or part of it. Songbird had to find out for herself. “This is going to be fun to watch!” Nest laughed.

TIME ELAPSED
As Songbird took the last sip of her drink, she felt tipsy and frisky. “Sir, are you going to spank me?” Songbird whispered as she looked him in eyes, showing him just how much she wanted him. “Yes, princess, I will spank you then fuck you until you come. Then I’ll fuck you in the ass. Would you like that?” He whispered softly. Songbird’s heartrate quickened and her button pulsated. “It could be a birthday present for us both.” Songbird giggled. The alcohol was definitely getting to her. “Come, we are leaving.” This voice left no argument for Songbird to make. She simply giggled and followed him. As he led her out, the ass grab as expected. So was the smack that sounded like thunder in the parking lot. Guiding her into the car, there were those same eyes on the bus. “It’s Showtime!” As they drove, Songbird giggled. She always had her inside jokes. “What’s so funny?” He asked. “Oh nothing.” she snapped. Then giggled again. “Daddy is going to rub your button until you come in my car. Understand?” She didn’t understand what he saying until his hands were in her pants finding the button, then rubbing it..making her slick with desire. “Mmmm fuck. Yes, right there..please don’t stop!” As he was wiggling her button, Songbird’s hand tried to stop him, she was about to squirt. “No, okay now I want you to stop. I’m going to squirt!” He had a sadistic smile on his face, “Oh, I know. When you do, I’m going to make you taste it. I’ll make you taste your own juices. Would you like that?” He asked as Songbird was feeling the coil in her stomach release. “Ohhh fuck I’m coming!” She yelled as she squirted in her seat. “Good Sunshine. Mmmm, you’re so wet, all the better.” As hovered his fingers around her button, the after shocks make her release more of her juices. “Ohh, you’re not done. Mmmm, good.” He took his hand and coaxed her mouth open. “Mmmm good, Sunshine..Clean my hands.” His fingers went lower into her throat and she greedily accepted him down there. As they were having this sexual experience, they reached their destination. “I’m going to make love to you, Sunshine. I’m not going to fuck you because that’s rushed. I’m going to make sweet, slow, sensual love. Understand?” Songbird smiled and understood exactly what Daddy said. “Take me and make love to me.” Songbird stated. “I was planning on it, Impatient Queen.” He led her by the hand, kissing it every two steps. She blushed and giggled every time, as if she was a school girl. They reached the door and it opened with a swipe. “Where does that look familiar from?” Songbird pondered as they stepped into a cool house. Her pants were wet, she had endorphins in her system and it wasn’t over. As they walked she realized the actual size of the house is rather deceptive considering from the outside it doesn’t seem this huge. They reached the living room. “Stay here, and don’t come without permission.” He scolded. “Fuck, he does it again. I hate it when he reads my mind. He must be special in some sort of way. I just like him too much. Maybe he’s here to protect me against the evil. No, but who will protect him? Everyone has to be protected. No, he’s just a man. There is no such thing as Destiny. This pull is just because I want his dick. That’s all. When we have sex, it’ll be great. Mmmm yes, bet his tounge can do twirls on my clit. But then I can suck him dry so it’s pretty even.” Having this internal monologue, she was watched by him. Being admired. “Barbara is special. Oh so special. I’m not going anywhere.” He then popped up and scared Barbara. “Come, we have something to do.” He led her into a room full of candles, all her favorite colors. “Awwwww, thank you Daddy for making this a romantic getaway for me. I appreciate it.” He smiled. “You’re welcome. You deserve it.” He led Barbara to the bed. She sat and he started to take off his slacks. For some reason, it always turned her on to look down below his waist. It made her button throb in anticipation. “Take off those wet pants.” He responded. She in turn did it, ashamed on her behalf. She had a belly. A big one. He saw the look and felt the feeling. “I like it. I like you. Stop hiding from me. I thought we put an end to you hiding or running from me.” He whispered in her ear while rubbing her clit and also her nipple as if he was a cellist. “I know but I don’t look like regular…” The rubbing on Barbara’d clit became frenzied, then stopped. “To the bed, Sunshine.” Barbara went on the bed, then he commanded, “Legs open, all the way. I wanna see that squirt.” She did as he told her to do. As he come down to her flower, she felt weird about having a man down there. It showed. “I know you don’t have anyone down here, but you’re going to get used to me. That’s final. There’s lots of things you’re going to get used to, with me being in your life, but for now, enjoy this.” He proceeded to eat her flower, as if he was starving and that would fill him. Barbara was close. She was so close to coming, but he stopped again. He rose up and sat in between her legs. Her arms behind her head, sweat all over her face, and her breasts rising so her lungs could get more air. She was beautiful. Barbara is his caramel Sunshine. And there’s no running she could ever do to get away from him. He slowly entered her flower, making her gasp and smile. “Could you go slower?” He giggled for the first time today, “You’re so tight, this is already tourchure to me. I just wanna screw you into full submission, but, this is your night..enjoy it.” He was fully in, he leaned over and kissed her then started to kiss her neck down to her breasts. He pulled out then slammed out, causing her to squeal in pleasure and bounce her chest due to the force. The look Barbara gave him was priceless. “You can give me dirty looks, I like it.” He stated with every word, another thrust. She was close, for the third time, and he could feel it. “Tell me what you want.” He whispered in her ear. “I wanna come! Please let me come!” He sported a sadistic smile, “Only because you asked.” He allowed her to come, which included her squirting on herself, his rather large cock, and in between her rather larger ass cheeks. He used Barbara’s come as lube to stick his finger into her asshole. “Mmmm what are you doing?” Barbara questioned. “I’m preparing to make you mine.” He snapped back. The finger went into her asshole, the two, then three. “I’m going to fuck you in the ass, Sunshine. Is that okay?” She nodded. “I’m ready.” He flipped her over and started to rub her clit and he entered her hole. “Mm, this feels weird, but I like it. I’ll give him a squeeze..” As Barbara squeezed him in her hole, she giggled. “Oh you think that’s funny?” He spanked her ass. “Mmmm please may I have another?” He laughed. “I know you like that, so no.” He himself was close. “Sunshine, I’m going to come in your ass.” He did so with such power. She loved it. He stayed in her as he grabbed her waist and pulled her to the bed and slept together.

TIME ELASPE

“This island is beautiful!” Songbird yelled to her Daddy. “Yes, Sunshine I know. I’m from this island, ya know. Family wise.” She threw her shoe at him. “I’ll spank you with this, but then again, that’s what you want isn’t it?” Songbird giggled, he was right. “You won’t do anything anyway. Stop threatening me with a good time.” Songbird had on a Bikini top with a pair of white pants. She lost her belly and came to terms with her size, she loved it and so did her Daddy. So many things happened, but God always watched over her. She loved her life, good and bad. He was her match..and beyond that. He was meant to always be five steps ahead of her. The God watching over them knew what he was doing when they were created. She was his strength and weakness as well. Their daughter (she fully accepted his daughter as hers) was still in the car so she didn’t hear the dialog. “This is the beginning, not the end. P.O.P. hold it down, Songbird. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you, but he can now.” Nest looked on with his blue eyes, blonde hair, and tan skin. He was an all-American boy if you seen him. Tall, buff, yet very smart and dreamy. He was glad she healed from the wound that bastard did to her, both mentally and physically. He was also glad she finally met her match.

THE END

Thank You Bestie for collaborating this with me. I love you!

How many of you wanna see a story about “Nest” ?

Happy Birthday to Me

So, guys my Birthday is June 8th. I want Daddy to sex me up soooo..this is my fantasy.

As I closed the last file, my brown eyes blinked. I’ve been looking at this screen for too long. My normal curly and full hair was straight and maroon colored and my lips were stained a very bright red. The sunset was beautiful as I transported my clients very last 10 files into the safe box outside. “Happy Birthday again, Shante! So glad to have you here with us!” My supervisor voiced his appreciation. “No problem, I’m glad and blessed to be here. These are the final ten from the inbox and your have a great night!” I yelled as I was running for the elevator. “Hold that please!” was heard from the other side of the second floor as I ran in my two inch heels, my skirt, and my button down blouse. The fishnet stockings were starting to bother my thighs but it was the end of the day and I had a nice bottle of Merlot waiting for me. As I am in the elevator, happy birthday wishes and regards were spread the ride down. I said my thank yous and proceeded to walk outside. Luckily, it was sunny so my shades were from in my skirt pocket to on my face. Security told me to have fun in my Birthday and to be safe. I said I will. As I was heading out the door, I thought I saw someone’s car outside, parked waiting for me. “It couldn’t be him, he’s probably at home right now…” as I was walking and texting this man, the phone rang. “You look beautiful, but you should really look up when you walk.” I smirked because he still finds reason to get under my skin on my birthday. “You shouldn’t be calling me or even be here. Why am I still talking on the phone with you right now?” I got irritated as the driver side of the car opened and out he came with slacks, a tie, and flowers for me. “Flowers for the birthday girl.” He whispered as he kissed me. I was hearing the office responding as he kissed me and felt my bountiful bottom. “Yes, this is mine.” As I pointed to him. In turn he spanked me and opened the passenger side door for me. I happily got in his car. The doors were locked so I unlocked them and opened his side, showing him a very good amount of cleavage. As we drove away, he smiled and looked at me. “Happy Birthday, Miss Scott, where to?” I answered simply, “Third State Brewing, then I want to make sweet, sweet love. If you want food, we can go to Applebee’s.” He smiled. “I was hoping sweet love was an option. Applebee’s it is but I’m pretty sure Third State is closed.” “Oh so you checked huh?” I was met with a simple smile and chuckle. We were driving and I started to reminisce about how insecure I used to be. Until one night, his weapon of choice to kill my old self was the stroke he had. It was an amazing stroke. Sometimes he went slow and sensual, but he also ravaged me like there was no tomorrow and we had to populate the Earth. I especially loved it when he came in my other hole. He took my anal cherry. And I loved ever minute of it. I snapped out of my revery when the car stopped and were in the parking lot of Ruby Tuesday across the street. “Applebee’s was waaay too full so I made a special reservation for us.” As he walked in, I was greeting by every person that worked there. “Happy Birthday Shante!” As they spoke I began to feel my mascara run. I willed myself not to cry. This was very new and overwhelming to have a surprise like this. “Happy Birthday, my Sunshine.” As he said my pet name, I started getting wet. “Are you wet, Sunshine?” Asking me knowing the answer. “Let’s eat food first, then we can eat each other.” We were there and we saw the prettiest woman. She smiled at him and I immediately grew territorial. He knew how I felt about him. He smiled back and looked at me and winked. I in turn stuck out my tounge and blew a raspberry. “Don’t make me harder by making sexual sounds at me.” I pushed my boobs together until my cleavage popped through the top of my shirt, teasing him. His eyes grew dark and looked at me as if to say, “I’m going to fuck you senseless.” I giggled. I got him. As the night went on, it was 9:45 and I already had my cake, my drinks and my man at my side. I was feeling very frisky. I rubbed him through his slacks. “I want this in me when we get to our destination.” He touched my hand. “Oh he will, but first. ” His hands went into my stockings. He noticed I shaved and the fact I wet turned him on. “You are wet. I want you wetter…” As he squeezed my button and rubbed it until I was close to coming. I begged him for release and he pulled through as I squirted through the stockings, into the skirt, just shy of his seats. “Thank you, Mr. Jackson.” Still in a daze from coming so hard. He took one look at my eyes and knew. He knew I was ready. As we reached our destination, he got out the first, then lead me out second. “My legs, they’re jelly..” As I wobbled down the driveway. “Don’t worry, you’ll be off them soon.” He laughed when I gave him my usual look. “No, stern looks are mine.” He whispered as he opened the door. When we walked through, it smelled like apples and cinnamon, my favorite smell. “Sit down, here.” He led me to a couch and sat on it. He made me sit on him, I was uncomfortable. “So..did you enjoy yourself?” He asked as his hands we once again, in my stockings and under my shirt, massaging my left nipple..the more sensitive one. “Yes…mmmm yes I did.” As he was listening to my distracted talking, he began to kiss my neck. “You like making him hard, having on that skirt to make your butt pop out. I wanted to fuck you when you walked out of your job, but I contained myself. I want you to enjoy this as much as I’m going to enjoy this. Happy Birthday, Shante my Sunshine.” With that he guided me up so he can get off the couch and sat me down. The smile on his face was huge as he ripped my stockings off..leaving nothing but the knees down on my body. He forced my legs apart and for the first time, he licked me. His rough tounge felt so good against my pussy. As I felt I was going to squirt, there was a cold feeling on my clit. It took me by surprise as he had an ice cube in his mouth. “What’s going on down there, I love these sensations.” He hummed into my clit causing me to squirt again for the second time that night. “Don’t move!” As he got up and grabbed a magnum. He took off his slacks and put on the condom on his monster cock…in all his beauty. Thick, long, and pulsing. He was over me as he slowly guided it in my sopping wet pussy. “Mmmm stop teasing me!” As I had the last syllable, he slammed into me causing my breath to disappear into my chest. “I’m going to fuck you hard then fast, I’m going to put you to sleep.” As he was slamming into me, I felt the telltale signs I was going to squirt. He saw the look in my eyes. “Yeah, fucking squirt on him!” As he pounded me senseless. I couldn’t hold it anymore, with a scream, I came on him and myself. At that point he flipped me over. “Put that fucking ass in the air.” He demanded. I was flipped over and my ass was in the air for him. “I’m going to fuck your big ass. I’m going to fuck it then come in it!” as he slammed into me. I was coming just from the sensation alone. “Mmn yes Daddy, fuck me in the ass! I was screaming as he pulled my red hair. I thought u was not able to take anymore as he slammed one one time, rough and quick. “You ready for the come, baby? It’s in there, nice and thick. It’s gonna ooze out and I’ll fuck it again. You hear me?” He stated. “Mmn yes, fuck it again.” I whispered, totally spent. I was then feeling a dip in the bed, then seeing him climb next to me. “Lay into me, I’m going to be the bigger spoon…” I did as I was told and drifted off to sleep. I thought I heard him mumble something but I didn’t quite hear it. Happy Birthday to me.
The END.

Happy Birthday

So, guys my Birthday is June 8th. I want Daddy to sex me up soooo..this is my fantasy.

As I closed the last file, my brown eyes blinked. I’ve been looking at this screen for too long. My normal curly and full hair was straight and maroon colored and my lips were stained a very bright red. The sunset was beautiful as I transported my clients very last 10 files into the safe box outside. “Happy Birthday again, Shante! So glad to have you here with us!” My supervisor voiced his appreciation. “No problem, I’m glad and blessed to be here. These are the final ten from the inbox and your have a great night!” I yelled as I was running for the elevator. “Hold that please!” was heard from the other side of the second floor as I ran in my two inch heels, my skirt, and my button down blouse. The fishnet stockings were starting to bother my thighs but it was the end of the day and I had a nice bottle of Merlot waiting for me. As I am in the elevator, happy birthday wishes and regards were spread across the ride down. I said my thank yous and proceeded to walk outside. Luckily, it was sunny so my shades were from my in pocket to on my face. Security told me to have fun in my Birthday and to be safe. I said I will. As I was heading out the door, I thought I saw someone’s car outside, parked waiting for me. “It couldn’t be him, he’s probably at home right now…” as I was walking and texting this man, the phone rang. “You look beautiful, but you should really look up when you walk.” I smirked because he still finds reason to get under my skin on my birthday. “You shouldn’t be calling me or even be here. Why am I still talking on the phone with you right now?” I got irritated as the driver side of the car opened and out he came with slacks, a tie, and flowers for me. “Flowers for the birthday girl.” He whispered as he kissed me. I was hearing the office responding as he kissed me and felt my bountiful bottom. “Yes, this is mine.” As I pointed to him. In turn he spanked me and opened the passenger side door for me. I happily got in his car. The doors were locked so I unlocked them and opened his side, showing him a very good amount of cleavage. As we drove away, he smiled and looked at me. “Happy Birthday, Miss Scott, where to?” I answered simply, “Third State Brewing, then I want to make sweet, sweet love. If you want food, we can go to Applebee’s.” He smiled. “I was hoping sweet love was an option. Applebee’s it is but I’m pretty sure Third State is closed.” “Oh so you checked huh?” I was met with a simple smile and chuckle. We were driving and I started to reminisce about how insecure I used to be. Until one night, his weapon of choice to kill my old self was the stoke he had. It was an amazing stroke. Sometimes he went slow and sensual, but he also ravaged me like there was no tomorrow and we had to populate the Earth. I especially loved it when he came in my other hole. He took my anal cherry. And I loved ever minute of it. I snapped out of my revery when the car stopped and were in the parking lot of Ruby Tuesday across the street. “Applebee’s was waaay too full so I made a special reservation for us.” As he walked in, I was greeting by every person that worked there. “Happy Birthday Shante!” As they spoke I began to feel my mascara run. I willed myself not to cry. This was very new and overwhelming to have a surprise like this. “Happy Birthday, my Sunshine.” As he said my pet name, I started getting wet. “Are you wet, Sunshine?” Asking me knowing the answer. “Let’s eat food first, then we can eat each other.” We were there and we saw the prettiest woman. She smiled at him and I immediately grew territorial. He knew how I felt about him. He smiled back and looked at me and winked. I in turn stuck out my tounge and blew a raspberry. “Don’t make me harder by making sexual sounds at me.” I pushed my boobs together until my cleavage popped through the top of my shirt. His eyes looked at me as if to say, “I’m going to fuck you senseless.” I giggled. I got him. As the night went on, it was 9:45 and I already had my cake, my drinks and my man at my side. I was feeling very frisking. I rubbed him through his slacks. “I want this in me when we get to our destination.” He touched my hand. “Oh he will, but first. ” His hands went into my stockings. He noticed I shaved and the fact I wet turned him on. “You are wet. I want you wetter…” As he squeezed my button and rubbed it until I was close to coming. I begged him for release and he pulled through as I squirted through the stockings, into the skirt, just shy of his seats. “Thank you, Mr. Jackson.” Still in a daze from coming so hard. “Took one look at my eyes and knew. He knew I was ready. As we reach our destination, he got out the first, then lead me out second. “My legs, they’re jelly..” As I wobbled down the driveway. “Don’t worry, you’ll be off them soon.” He giggled when i gave him my usual look. “No, stern looks are mine.” He whispered as he opened the door. When we walked through, it smelled like apples and cinnamon, my favorite smell. “Sit down, here.” He led me to a couch and sat on it. He made me sit on him, I was uncomfortable. “So..did you enjoy yourself?” He asked as his hands we once again, in my stockings and under my shirt, massaging my left nipple..the more sensitive one. “Yes…mmmm yes I did.” As he was listening to my distracted talking, he began to kiss my neck. “You like making hard, having on that skirt to make your butt pop out. I wanted to fuck you when you walked out of your job, but I contained myself. I want you to enjoy this as much as I’m going to enjoy this. Happy Birthday, Shante my Sunshine.” With that he giuded me up so he can get off the couch and sat me down. The smile on his face was huge as he ripped my stockings off..leaving nothing but the knees down on my body. He forced my legs apart and for the first time, he licked me. His rough tounge felt so good against my pussy. As I felt I was going to squirt, there was a cold feeling on my clit. It took me by surprise as he had an ice cube in his mouth. “What’s going on down there, I love these sensations.” He hummed into my clit causing me to squirt again for the second time that night. “Don’t move!” As he got up and grabbed a magnum. He took off his slacks and put on the condom on his monster cock…in all his beauty. Thick, long, and pulsing. He was over me as he slowly guided it in my sopping wet pussy. “Mmmm stop teasing me!” As I had the last syllable, he slammed into me causing my breath to disappear into my chest. “I’m going to fuck you hard then fast, I’m going to put you to sleep.” As he was slamming into me, I felt the telltale signs I was going to squirt. He saw the look in my eyes. “Yeah, fucking squirt on him!” As he pounded me senseless. I couldn’t hold it anymore, with a scream, I came on him and myself. At that point he flipped me over. “Put that fucking ass in the air.” He demanded. I was flipped over and my ass was in the air for him. “I’m going to fuck your big ass. I’m going to fuck it then come in it!” as he slammed into me. I was coming just from the sensation alone. “Mmn yes Daddy, fuck me in the ass! I was screaming as he pulled my red hair. I thought u was not able to take anymore as he slammed one one time, rough and quick. “You ready for the come, baby? It’s in there, nice and thick. It’s gonna ooze out and I’ll fuck it again. You hear me?” He stated. “Mmn yes, fuck it again.” I whispered, totally spent. I was then feeling a dip in the bed, then seeing him climb next to me. “Lay into me, I’m going to be the bigger spoon…” I did as I was told and drifted off to sleep. I thought I heard him mumble something but I didn’t quite hear it. Happy Birthday to me.
The END.

Paradise

What is paradise? Some call it Heaven, others say its a getaway in one of the beautiful places on Earth. Personally, I think it’s my dreams. Lol. Without any further adeiu, another instillation of erotica. (I know damn well this is going into left field but this was my dream from last night)

 

As the light reached my eyes, I couldn’t help but to open them. I was absolutely tired from all the time I spent with family, friends, and of course this man next to me. As I stare at his face, I get a truly good look at his face. The way his scruff reaches his cheeks, his long eyelashes, and the way the gray in his beard matches the various amounts of wisdom he has. My brown eyes wander farther as I see that he still has on his slacks from last night. Come to think of it, I’m pretty sure he undressed me. “What a typical man, wanting a woman named and waiting for him in the bed.” I whispered to his sleeping body. I giggled a little too loud and at that point I felt I was caught, but I kept oggling him anyway. Going down further, I saw his belly button and the fact he had no belly like I did. Mine was a bubble where his was flat. Thinking back on how hard we partied I didn’t care about my belly at that point. I had jersey club music playing, then it all went downhill from there. He didn’t see anything new, but this time there was a pretty big ring on my finger and his daughter was perfectly fine with dancing on the dancefloor with me. She was adorable in her white dress and being one of my closest confidants. She wanted me to help her pick out the dress she wore. I felt honored. She really does like me. That’s good. Her and I danced for a whole twenty minutes or so it seemed. After while, my sister had asked if she can borrow me for a while. As I was thinking, he cut in and asked if he can dance with his daughter. I, of course, let him.

We were walking away and my sister in her royal blue dress had began to cry. She was actually crying. “Shante, I’m so happy for you. You found love and you kept it. I just wanted to say I was sorry about the things I said to you. I love you. I miss you.” I had a get a little teary-eyed at that. “It’s okay my love. Go and party. Enjoy it!” As she went inside, I started to cry myself. All the insecurities I had about my size, my skin, my minor depression detail, he took it all and he handled it. He handled it without breaking a sweat. God blessed me with this man. Sitting out here in the empty, quiet area gave me some time to worship God. Lifting my hands and actually thanking Him. What I didn’t know was there was someone watching and they began to worship Him too. It was my husband of course. We were silent after a while and he had an understanding of what I was thinking in my head. Mr. Caribbean always did. “Let’s go back to the party. We have guests wondering where ya went. When we go back together, they’re going to assume you gave me some of that cherry pie.” I giggled. “You can’t have any!!!” And with that I ran back to the party. I couldn’t help the predatory look in his eyes as I ran into the party. I loved it. I remembered everything about our day but now here I am still oggling him like he was some new crush of mine. “You can take pictures you know, it’ll last longer.” His smooth voice woke me out of my oggling. “Jesus Christ!” As I jumped five feet in the air. He scared me with just his voice. His hand moved from his side to his belt on his pants. “Good morning, gorgeous. My gorgeous.” With his other hand, he pulled me in and kissed me. The white corset I had on was then palmed and massaged. I smiled. He loved the type of embroidery it had. As he was unbuckling his belt I was nervous. Why? Because we were on this island, with just him and I. No one else. It was the first time we had been together with no one around. Of course it made me nervous. We’re about to be together!! He let his monster out. My, my was it a sight to see. It was long and it also had girth. It was a little vieny, but isn’t everything. He had a look in his eye. I loved that look. Just as he was about to initiate our sexual tango, I stopped him. “You have no control. I do.” As he laid back, I slid down to his member and I breathed on it. Nothing too serious, just a little hot breath. He jumped as I blew it. “Shhh, its okay.” As I blew on it one last time before I took the top into my mouth. Mmm, he tasted good. As I started to suck on it like a push pop, he couldn’t help but sigh in contentment.  Without warning I went all the way down and paused. “Ahh my God, Shante!” He was fully aware of my oral fixation. He was totally aware that my oral fixation ran only for him for a while. I only craved him.”I crave you.” Just as I was about to say it, I woke up in my room. I woke up with 10 new messages, the train passing by and my clothes layed out.

Woah.

As you come in your bedroom, I am dressed. I’m dressed in such a way that it leaves you breathless. I have a red corset on with a pair of black heels on. The design on the corset is intricate as the black swirls around my breasts and down my sides. Your eyes feast upon my body. The very moment you step toward the bed, my finger adorned with the ring you gave me goes to your second favorite dessert and rubs the cherry on top of the pie. As my eyes close, I begin to tease you mercilessly by tasting my own filing. I demanded you watch me and stay until I said you can walk. The moment I started to roll my nipple in between my fingers your eyes went crazy as if you were ready to pounce. I told you to eat your pie. It wasn’t a slow move as you dropped your bag and dived into my cherry pie head first, tasting and licking it. You were eating your fill as if you were being greedy. You were poking out of your pants, just about ready to escape. I said to fuck me, nice and slow. I’ll let you know when you can change pace. You went in slow, thinking it was making me want it faster. I told you I want to be on top. The moment I said that you went crazy and stroked mercilessly into my pie. I was so close to coming but you wanted to prove a point. “Are you going to tease me again” as you pounded me to squirt. “Yes, of course I will! As you wrapped your fingers around my neck and kept going. I squeezed you nice and tight as log as you were in me, I wanted you to enjoy me. Take your fill. You came as you bit where my neck and collarbone. I couldn’t help but moan as you bit me, mixing pain and pleasure. ” Thank You, may I have some more?” As you laughed and spanked me.

Surprise me

As I was  stocking the shelves, I felt a presence behind me. It was warm, masculine, and familiar. I felt something very hard and strong in the crack of my bum. I rubbed against it, provoking it, yet keeping it professional. He smiled at me. His graying beard fit his persona. It was the yanking of my curls that did it for me. I was wef between my thighs and I loved every minute of it. He surprised me by popping up at my place of employment and I am indeed wet.

Use Your Words

As he looked at me with his hazel eyes and scruffy beard, I paused. He was lighter toned, an older man. I looked back with my dark brown eyes, surprised he kept eye contact with me. He smiled and waved while I shyly smiled and waved back.

The events that followed thereafter are purely fictional.

The man with the hazel eyes was soon named to be a stranger wuth a mask asked me for my hand in dance. I agreed. We were both at the fundraiser for curing cancer at Cooper University, however we were in a gala somewhere nearby. As night was approaching, there was a man that was also approaching as well. The special occasion was a masquerade ball for cancer. He had on his mask, a black, sleek mask while I had my black mask with feathers and crystals so he couldn’t see anything but my eyes. He couldn’t see my facial features but he knew by my expression filled eyes who I was. He slowly maneuvered around me to the point I was pressed against him. He was strong and courageous for picking me to dance with. He was a stranger with a mask. I was an administrative assistant to a doctor that was currently looking for me. As the song changed, my mood changed as well. It was if I was charmed by the notes entering my ear drums. There was now a Samba keyed song and I chose to walk away and stare behind me. However my long, blue dress would not let me. “Going somewhere, big booty?” he whispered to me. “Um, yes to the bathroom, do you mind?” I snapped. “Yes, actually I do. You went before we danced, mi amor.” He moved his hands to quickly but roughly caress my hips and thighs. “You’re staying right here. I don’t care if your little work boyfriend is looking for you.” I blushed and whispered, “He’s my boyfriend, huh? Well you’re a stranger with a mask.” I giggled from the champagne I’ve been drinking. “You’re a little tipsy are you? Let me help you to the bathroom.” He sternly retorted. “No, I don’t needhiccup any help from youuuuuuuuu.” I became a blushing stranger for him. My eyes were playful, and yet, there was something else there. Desire, need, and contentness. As we got to the bathroom, there were sofas and large chairs. He sat down on the sofa and beckoned me into his lap. I softly smiled and held out my hand to get situated however the movement was too fast and I was in his lap roughly with my dress that would normally be at my ankles, at my knees. He noticed the hole in my leg. I turned away as he looked at it. He kissed it and said it made me unique and beautiful. Every scar, every imperfection he kissed and lingered. The last imperfection was were arms. They had scars on the from when I cut. I was an emotional younger woman. He kissed each arm and went up to my collarbone. He was my undoing. As he kissed my collarbone, a pool in me has just began to overflow. It overflowed so much I started to feel it in my inner thigh. The way he masterfully kissed me neck and held me so I couldn’t escape was the work of not a stranger, but of a man. A strong, dominant man. He told me to turn around and pull my dress even higher. “I want your bottom in the air and your eyes to collide with mine.” he demanded. When I wasn’t moving quick enough, a sound SLAP was heard through the bathroom. As I sat down, my eyes collided with his and they mirrored everything I felt as well as something else, adoration. I kissed him with my lips, ground into his rather large manhood, and etched my name into his heart. He held me close as I moaned in anticipation. His expert fingers found my delicate flower. He started to stroke the inner petal. “Tell me what you want..” As I involuntarily moved against his fingers, feeling myself getting wetter. “Tell me, mi amor. I know what you want, but I want to hear it from you. Let me hear every single dirty detail..” as he started to stroke it even faster. “I.. ” being at a loss of words couldn’t tell him go make me come all over his hands. “You can do it, use your words…” as he slipped down my dress and exposed a nipple to his tounge and lips to manipulate. “I want to..” was all that came out as I’m on the brink of exploding. “Mhmmmm” he murmured as my nipples were continuously in his mouth. “I wanna come please!” He smiled in eyes as that was the thing wanted to hear. His fingers went faster as his other hand unzipped his pants. As I heard rustling my flower suddenly felt full and complete. He was in me, moving agonizingly slow and senusal. “I’m going to make you squirt on me, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me, understand?” he harshly stated with a smack of my full bottom. “Y-yes, I understand!” As I felt him move quicker in me. The coil in my belly started to become tighter and tighter as he made love to me. It bursted when he dung deep and stayed while he whispered something in Italian in my ear. He stayed in me while I exploded on him..in everyway. I was nothing more than jelly on top of him. Surprisingly, he lifted me right as I was squirting so he can see my flower put out its nectar. He smiled and asked if I was okay to walk. My shaky legs were enough of a sign I wasn’t. He asked for my hand and we freshened ourselves. He hand such a smile as he was touching sensitive area. I reached out and touched his hand that was toughing me. “No more, please.” I pleaded with him. He had a mischievous smile and said, “Now you go and tell your work husband your real man has gave you stars.” I simply moaned. As the doctor came as asked of my whereabouts, R simply stated it was time for me to go home and I needed a day off. There was no room for argument with the dangerous tone R took. The doctor simply nodded his head and pleaded for me to feel better for next week. I nodded in understanding. I hate the stranger with the mask.

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Hey! My name is Shante and this is my blog/erotica site. You can also find me on Facebook. I’m a BBW switch but mainly a sub for my guy. I love the way he demonstrates dominance. Anyway, these stories or blurbs are fiction( or are they?). Please feel free to comment or subscribe. He will be checking ya know. 😉