Excerpts from a Story in My Head

Writing is what I feel like I was born to do.  I've been putting together words on a page since I was around 8 years old.  Thankfully, since then the stories have become better.  Ideas come to me from everything, and usually when they come I just write them down.  Here is the beginnings of a novel that hopefully one day, I will complete.

the Rare Poet

[WARNING:  The enclosed content may be considered graphic.  Reader discretion is advised!!]

Chapter One

            Outside, a steady rain fell in quick heavy droplets, each one hitting the ground like loose change.  A rumble of thunder could be heard in the distance, yet there was no lightnight, yet.  

            He sat at the foot of the bed, eyes lit with deep excitement.  A smile curled along his face, forming a seductive C that was lying on its back.  She could tell exactly what he was thinking.  Stormy nights like these were always the best.

            His dark brown eyes scanned back and forth, delighted by the view in front of them.  Passion was sitting on top of the dresser.  One leg crossed, hiding her sweetest treasure, she wore nothing but a sheer pink negligee, cut off revealingly near the navel. Her skin looked smooth and soft beneath it.  Her breasts, naturally large and firm, seemed ready to explode from their fabric cage.  She inhaled deeply.

            “Come here.”

            His command was gentle, two longing fingers motioning for her to join him on the bed.

            “Hell no!” she replied, full of fiesty attitude.

            She laughed playfully.  Standing slowly, ample ass dropping from its concealment, she faked the need to stretch, bending over to give him an awesome display.  His visible arousal nearly drove her wild.

            “I said come here!”

            This time he was much more forceful.  She loved a man who demanded what he wanted.  Part of her considered running to the bed. But she purposely walked away.  Passion moved erotically, swaying her hips as if pleasure was connected directly to points nearby.  She came to a rest in front of the wall and did a slow half spin, until once again she was facing him.

            If looks could talk, the one now planted on his face screamed of intense desire.  It yelled about doing things that no two people should do and ever mention again.  Their recollection might melt through steel.

            “You want to fuck me don’t you?”

            The naughty grin that jumped onto Passion’s face, was met by his simple nod.  He looked dumbfounded.  They had been together before, but he had never seen her like this.  She stood, her 5’11” frame plastered against the wall as if she were its skin, looking out at him with hungry eyes.  Her legs were pressed firmly together.  She let the negligee fall from her warm body.  He sat up straight, making Passion smile.

            With measurements of 40-28-38 and the complexion of light brown sugar, she could confidently say that she possessed the goods that made most men go crazy.  Watching his lustful eyes ogle over her body, as if she were some gift from heaven, provoked her, causing warm juices to rush down towards her thighs.  Passion moaned.  She could take no more of this.  It was clearly time.

            Her legs spread open.

            “If you want me,” she said sexily, her voice just above a whisper, “then come and get me.  But make it special.”

            She barely got the last word out.

            The laws of physics state that momentum is equal to the product of an object’s mass and its velocity.  Most scientist probably never thought to calculate eagerness into this equation.  Passion would have sworn when he pressed into her that they had crashed through the wall.

            All of a sudden, he was on her.  He met her body with hungry kisses.  They hit her neck, her lips, the arcs of her shoulders.  His lips moved like a child’s fingers through wrapping paper on Christmas morning.  Fast.  Needy.  Wanting to touch more and more.  A kiss grazed the skin near the meeting of her breasts and electricity tore through her.  Passion moaned, feeling her already alert nipples begin to harden.  He moved down expertly, tasting her body from stomach to navel.  Soon he was at the inside of her thigh and waterworks ensued.

            There is something about eating pussy that, when done correctly, should cause mountains to move.  That’s if the feeling could be channeled and properly refocused.  Instead it made Passion tremble.  She was always amazed at his skill.  As he masterfully started to suck and lick and taste, she could feel herself gushing.  The room became warm and her breathing quickened.  Her heart was beating as if she were falling several feet.  Instinctively, a hand clutched a spot just above her throbbing breasts.

            “Oh my God!!” was all Passion could throatily yell out.

            Suddenly, she was exploding, a trail of wetness pouring from within.  The way his head moved in anticipation, he had planned this and continued to taste her, pleased.  His body rose slowly, and her eyes opened, needing to meet his.  The look was legendary.  ‘Yes, I do own this!’, she imagined them saying.  And then he moved quickly, thrusting inside of her before she could prepare.

            Passion’s ass rose up the wall as he lifted and all she could think of was Heaven and Stairmasters.  She closed her eyes as he dug in, feeling the muscles in her most excited recesses squeeze hold of him for dear life.  A rollercoaster of a dick ride, she might describe it as later.  He worked it as if he were curling and dipping, twisting and looping, rising and falling, and as she moaned out, a thought made her grin.  It was scary how good that dick felt inside of her.  The pussy might never be the same.

            An hour later, she lay on her back on the bed, her long legs spread back to her shoulders.  No matter what position they moved to, it just kept feeling better.  She licked her fingers as he composed erotic music inside of her, each stroke a note that made her want to sing.  Passion came two more times before he was finished, the most since she was a freshman in college.  Every limb exhausted, shoulder length hair a mess, his body quivering on top of hers, she couldn’t help but grin deeply.  He had put it down.

            “That was…that was…”

            She couldn’t find the words.  She continued to smile as he got dressed, happy to see that he was just as satisfied.

            “My pleasure.” he said, in his soft spoken voice, sexy beyond belief.

            Passion lit a cigarette and dug her naked body into the softness of the queen size bed.  She felt good.  The mattress felt good.  What more could a woman need?  She looked up at him.

            “How come you never performed like that before?”

            “You never asked.”

            The words felt good, but Passion was quiet, deciding to play it cool.

            “Oh, before I forget…” he said, voice trailing off.  He reached for an envelope on the table next to them and awkwardly handed it to her.

            This felt like a slap in the face, but once again she played it cool.

            “Thanks a lot,” Passion said, fanning through the envelope, “you make a girl forget that she’s working.”

            Neatly tucked inside were fifteen $100 bills, the cost for two hours of her time.

            He moved slowly when he finally stood, as if he really didn’t want to leave.  He checked his suit once more in the mirror, and then finally walked over to Passion.

            “Malik, that was wonderful.  I…”

            He placed his finger against her beautiful lips and smiled.  He kissed her gently on the forehead.

            “Like I said….my pleasure.”

            Malik had left the room before she could find the words to interject.  He almost made her want to call out to him; to run after him, beg him to stay, and even promise to change her ways.  But as Passion took a pull from the cigarette and stared at the envelope filled with cash, the truth hit her like a shot of Hennessy.  Almost doesn’t count.