Scarlett

  
She stood dangerously close to him. He could smell her perfume and it was intoxicating.

They’d been working together on this high-profile client for a few days now and it was more than obvious that Scarlett wanted his ass.

Damian had made it clear time and again that they had a deadline to meet, even if it meant working late hours. The sun had already set and no one was at the office. This wasn’t cool.

Michael was almost positive Damian was doing this to distract his thoughts from Savannah.

Scarlett leaned over and pointed out some numbers to him. Fuck. He had to say something to her if he was going to concentrate on this deadline.

“Listen,” he began. “I need to make something clear before we continue this working relationship.”

She smiled her pretty smile at him. Her eyes shone, in a way that was distracting.

“Michael,” she interrupted, placing a hand on his forearm. “There’s no denying this, this vibe we got going on,” she said as she waved her hand between the both of them.

Michael moved away and rubbed his forehead. All he could think about was Savannah. Her phone was still off and she hadn’t replied to any of his text messages. It’d been almost two months since he’d last seen her at Damian’s house

“There’s no vibe. The only reason we’re here is because Damian gave us this goddamn deadline that needs to be met. We’re coworkers. Nothing more.” Michael’s voice had risen slightly higher than he anticipated.

Scarlett wasn’t moved. It seemed to intrigue her even more. She reached up and touched Michael’s face. Michael let out a long sigh. Two months since he’d felt the touch of a woman. His woman. Two damn months.

“What do you want Scarlett?”  There was no denying the anger and frustration in his voice.

Scarlett immediately took this as an invitation to seduce him. This was what she’d wanted since she first laid eyes on him, since Damian first told her about him…

She didn’t miss a beat. Immediately, her hands were at Michael’s belt buckle, fumbling with his zipper, reaching into his boxers to feel his length.

Michael couldn’t help but moan.

Scarlett dropped to her knees and looked up at Michael.

“You want me to stop?”

He was speechless.  He grabbed the back of her head and closed his eyes.  He didn’t want to, but he wanted to.

“Savannah”, he whispered.

Scarlett heard this but she rolled her eyes and continued her descent.

She was pleased at what she felt and she wanted to make him forget that whore. She couldn’t believe how he’d been treated by Savannah and Scarlett wanted to make sure Michael was treated the way a man should; especially this man.  He was yummy and she couldn’t wait to have him.

She took him in her mouth in one fell swoop and almost came from the response she received from him.  His hands were all up in her hair, while he pulled her mouth closer and aimed for the back of her throat.

Scarlett could sense the frustration in Michael from the day she set eyes on him and Damian made it clear what had to be done.  She didn’t think she’d be this attracted to Michael and his pleasure was her main concern.

Michael exhaled as he thrust in and out of her mouth, feeling her tongue glide up and down and around his pipe and bringing him back to thoughts of Savannah.  He was nearing climax and almost angrily, he pulled out of Scarlett’s mouth.

Scarlett got to her feet and made eye contact with Michael.  She licked her lips briefly and then turned around and threw her ass back into his bulge.  She lifted her dress and quickly pulled off her panties.

Michael threw his head back in annoyance.  If only he knew, if only he knew for certain Savannah was with Damian.  He needed to know, he had to know.  He wasn’t going to let Scarlett manipulate him with her mouth skills and hurt Savannah.  He couldn’t do it…

Scarlett adjusted her stance and leaned back into Michael, her neck just inches away from his mouth.

“Take me,” she teased.  She reached behind her back and curled her fingers around his girth, anxious to be filled by him.  “Take me like you take Savannah.”

Michael tensed up and immediately pushed her away.

“What did you say?”

“Take me like you take her.  Fuck me like you fuck her.”

“What do you know about Savannah?” He persisted.

“Not much.  Except she’s too busy being Damian’s whore.”

Michael pulled Scarlett into his chest and kissed her, deep and wet and a little too harshly.  He turned Scarlett over and bent her over the table.  She was moaning and panting and excited she was finally getting him.  She gasped when he finally entered her and she felt every inch of him slide back and forth.  She held on to the edge of the table and pushed back against him, making him forget whatever was on his mind.

Michael slid into her, pushing as far as he could, as he pulled her hair and thrust into her repeatedly.  Savannah’s sweet smile crossed his mind and he couldn’t help but whisper her name as he spilled into Scarlett.

From across the hall, in his office, Damian smiled.  Finally.  His mission was complete.  Savannah would soon be his.

Comfort

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*reposted from @mizzlovelippz*

I feel like you’d soothe my soul. You’d console me and make me feel better and you’d touch me without even touching me. You’d lay with me and stroke me and touch my hair, and you’d play with my curls. You’d look into my eyes and you’d stay there, quiet, feeling my need for peace. And you’d let my tears fall, and wouldn’t try to wipe them away because you know I don’t want you to wipe them. I just want you to acknowledge them. And you do. You acknowledge them silently.  And you watch my ears puddle up with tears but you don’t wipe them.  You wait until I turn my head and let the tears fall out while I look up into your eyes and then I close them again and settle back into position.

And you cuddle me with just enough space for me to breathe because you know I can’t be smothered, you know I need my space.

But at that moment, I need you. And I know you would do this.

And you know not to say anything because I don’t want to hear anything. I don’t want any noise or any sounds or anything getting in the way of this moment of ours, even though it’s really only my moment and I’m just allowing you to be in it.
And I know you’d inhale with my deep breaths and you’d exhale with my sighs. And that alone would be enough to just soothe me.

I know if you were here, you’d just soothe me.  And that’s all I need right now.

Unrequited

He’ll make me forget you.

I mean, this crush has been serious for some time and you? Well, I don’t even know what you are.  You’re just, I don’t know, driving me insane is what you’re doing.

But Crush Boy’s got it.  He’s getting it.  He’s kinda coy like you and it’s sweet, but he knows what he wants.  And he’s taking it.  All.

His mouth is smaller.  I remember yours clearly.  Wide.  Big.  You almost swallowed me whole, or at least that’s how it felt to me. You want to swallow me whole don’t you?  I don’t mind.

He’s built like you.  He’ll fit right in between my thighs.  I need to stop comparing though, because when he does it right, he’ll continue to do it right.  Over and over. Once a week at least.  Maybe twice on Sundays, while football is on.  And you’ll be a distant memory.  Hopefully.

He’s about your height.  Which is perfect, ’cause I can climb him the way I want to climb you.  Every day.  I’d climb that pole of yours every day if you’d let me.  I imagine it in my head….

…the way I have all this time.


But he’ll be different, because he knows when to call, he knows when to reach out, he seems to know when I’m thinking about you…

…and then thoughts of you are just slightly pushed aside.

And I’m fine for a short while.  He keeps my attention and energy off of you, especially when he talks about how much he wants this ass, and how he wants my lips all up and down his pipe and how he’s going to use that pipe to break my back.

But then somehow, you just creep back in.  Because he’s not you.  He’s not you.

Messages at two in the morning.  Do you do that because you’re hoping I’m asleep? That it’ll be too late to reply by morning when I awake?  Do you think you’ll miss me?  You do that on purpose, dontcha?

But I reply.  I always reply.  And you’re surprised.

Emotions and feelings and this frustration I’ll be taking out on Crush Boy tomorrow night eat away at my soul.  My heart.  My mind, baby, my mind.  Because you’re just constantly on my mind.

And as I lick Crush Boy’s lips tomorrow, his lips, goddammit, and when I bite into his shoulder, oh man, his shoulders, I’ll push you away, I’ll press him into me, I’ll move you closer, hug him tighter, scratch you deeper, suck him harder, when I make myself believe you are him and he is you and as I breathe deeper and sigh longer, it’s you and him and him and you and once he spills into me and I hold on tight and throw my head back, it’ll be him.  Him.  My Mister Crush Boy I’ve wanted for so long.

But.

You’re not him.

You…

…you’re what I want.

#MusicMonday – Imagination – Eric Bellinger

*listen to this sexiness here*

Girl come through and let’s do what we do in your imagination
When I’m gone, show me how you pretend
How do you bend your knees?
How do you arch your back?
How do you scream my name when we’re in your imagination?

I know that you hate how much I be on the road
And how I be working late all night at the studio
I know you’re a woman and I know you’ve got needs
But I know that you never, never sneak out on me

How do you do it when it’s three o’clock in the morning?
And how do you touch it when you in that bed all alone?
Show me, show me, show me…

Girl come through and let’s do what we do in your imagination
When I’m gone, show me how you pretend
Girl you gotta show me.
How do you bend your knees?
How do you arch your back?
How do you scream my name when we’re in your imagination?

Do I be on top of you? Do you be on the bottom?
And do we use protection? If we do, you know I got ’em
Do we skip the foreplay? Tell me, do we sixty-nine?
Do you prefer a quickie, or do we go hard all night?

I want to know what turns you on. I swear I’m dying to know baby.
So I can be all that and more.

Girl come through and let’s do what we do in your imagination
When I’m gone, show me how you pretend
How do you bend your knees?
How do you arch your back?
How do you scream my name when we’re in your imagination?

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90 Minutes

  
Ninety minutes of bliss.  Ninety minutes of  mouth and teeth and I asked him, “Will you smile for me, daddy?” and he smiled.  You know how much I love your smile.

And he kissed;  he kissed and kissed and licked and rolled his tongue and I remembered your smile;  remembered your mouth.

His hands explored and his fingers caressed and it was your hands on me, your mouth on me, your body on me.

Non-stop loving, ninety minutes worth of non-stop loving and he was insatiable, pleasing, so eager to please, so eager to get it, so eager to take it and my oh’s were his ah’s and his hands were in my thighs and his love was my breath but his voice, his voice, when he spoke it was your voice.

Ninety minutes.

Ninety minutes of thoughts of you.

Only you.

Always you.

Never you.

Weak

I’m not weak.  This isn’t me.

I don’t receive a mere call from someone and have my heart stop.

I especially didn’t block you from my memory with every ounce of my being just to have you pop back up like that.

I don’t cancel my feelings just to have every single one of those feelings forced back into my soul just like that.

I’m not that girl that’ll run back to you and let you sweet talk that talk to me.

I’m not weak.

But…

You make me weak.  I see your eyes; your smile.  

And…

Contradictions, lies, self-respect and all my dignity dismantled because of you.

A few words from you and in my mind our tongues are intertwined again and the smell of your skin is real, this imagination is real and I want, I just want….

…your body in between my legs, my head thrown back, your fingertips on my skin, my eyes, my mouth…

…a playback, rewind, a throwback to how I threw it back and you took it and claimed it and made it yours…

…you made me yours and I just want that, I’m not weak but I want that, this isn’t me but I want that…

But goddammit, you make me weak.

I Miss You – A Love Letter To No One

I miss the taste of your lips and the way each kiss took my breath away…

I miss the butterflies that fluttered inside as I looked into your eyes…
I miss holding you in my arms… 

I miss the way you made me feel when we were in love…

I miss hearing you say I love you… 

I miss the little things that you would do to show me your love was true…

I miss you. 

I miss being in love.

I miss being in love with you.

Written by @talesofarose

Rorey Rose

Acquainted

Baby you’re no good, think I fell for you, fell for you, I fell for you.


“Come with me,” he said as he took my hand.

He wanted my red lips on him.  He wanted to fill me up with him; everywhere.  I laid across the bed and stretched out over the edge.  Immediately he filled my mouth.

I opened wide and let him.

You got me putting time in, time in, nobody got me feeling this way.  You probably think I’m lying, lying, I’m used to bitches coming right away.

I looked up at him and watched his face.  I watched him as I pleased him slowly, rolling my tongue up and around and over and enjoying every satisfying sound from his throat.

You got me touching on your body.

He climbed over me and rested his body in between my legs.  One light stroke against me and he was inside, making me pull him in deeper.  I wrapped my legs around him and let him take me; short strokes, long strokes, deep strokes, light strokes.

I got you touching on your body.

“Keep that tongue inside your mouth,” he said.  “Don’t let me see it or else I’ll come.”

I bit my lip, bracing myself.  Waves and waves, rolling tides, the ultimate rush crashing over me, in between my legs, over my skin, making my eyes roll behind my head.

“Will you do this forever?  Will you fuck me till I die?  I want this forever.  Can we have this forever?”  I begged.

“Yes,” he replied. “You’ll get this forever.  As long as I’m alive, you’ll get this.”

And he spilled inside me, tongue and mouth and hands everywhere, moans of passion and hunger escaping our lips.

To say that we’re in love is dangerous, but girl, I’m so glad we’re acquainted.

The Weeknd – Acquainted

Just Come Over

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I just want to talk.

I promise not to touch you.  Better yet, I won’t even look at you.

I don’t want to risk looking up into those eyes and being reminded….

So I’ll keep my head down, my eyes low and I’ll just listen; I’ll listen to your laugh when you realize how ridiculous I’m being and I’ll listen to your sighs and your deep breathing.  But I promise I won’t get close enough to hear your breathing.  I won’t even try to inhale your scent.

I just want you near.  I just want you close; close enough to touch, but I won’t touch, I promise I won’t touch but I want you close enough to feel the sensation of this vibe we have, this thing we share.  It’s here.  It’s still here.  I know you know it.  I know you feel it.  I know you feel me.  You.  Feel.  This.

That’s why you need to just come over.  Just come with me.  I promise I won’t touch you.  I’m aching though, physically aching.  When my mind wanders and I remember…..it’s this feeling that needs fulfillment.  You know the feeling….

But I’ll behave.

I’ll keep my hands to myself and I’ll sit away from you but I want you nearby I want you close I want you here so I can see you I just want to see you I just want to hear you please baby I just have to have you here with me but I won’t look I won’t touch I won’t want I won’t I won’t I promise but my heart baby my heart just aches and it’s a horrible feeling and it’s just hurting physically hurting and I just want to be filled with you I want all of you on all of me and I want your scent and your touch and your sweat remember when you sweat baby and you were anxious so anxious and I just wanted to please you I just wanted all your pleasure and I let you have it I let you take it I gave you all of me I gave you all of me for one night baby and I’d give everything to have you push up inside me all the way until my back arches that way and I’m pushed all the way back taking all you have for me baby and hearing you tell me you’re going to come you’re going to come you’re going to….

Just come over.

I just want to talk.

Making Love Into The Night

Making Love (Into The Night) – Usher

*listen here*

Just tell me where to go and I’ll take off my clothes for you
You’re in total control and you’re running the show
I’ll do whatever you tell me baby

Baby I can come by and pick you up
We’ll make love into the night, it’s never enough
Oh babe I know what you like
And I would make love to you forever and ever
Into the night

Your wish is my command so I’ll cancel my plans tonight
I’ll make you understand that I’m the only one
Who can handle your body right
And I’ma show you tonight

Baby I can come by and pick you up
We’ll make love into the night, it’s never enough
Oh babe I know what you like
And I would make love to you forever and ever
Into the night

If you ever wanna know
Who I love
That’s you
It’s you
Oh and I ain’t never leaving baby you gotta believe me
You’re the one I love and girl ask who I love
‘Cause that’s you
Yes you

You gonna wanna tell everybody
‘Bout how I got you all coming when I call
You know I break you off
And if these walls could talk they would tell everybody
‘Bout how I put it down
You know I shut you down
Got you up off the ground, yes I can’t be wasted
And if I let you on my spaceship
You’ll have to let me taste it
Hop on it I’ma give you a ride
‘Cause we gonna make love all through the night

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