Sneak Peek: (There's A) MEETING IN MY BEDROOOOOOM (So please don't make me wait.)

In the words of 90's R and B group; Silk, There's a Meeting in my Bedroom. So, girl, please don't be laaaaaaate.

I can say that I've read somethings that have made me look around to see if anyone else was noticing me. Half ashamed— No, maybe less that half. A little bit ashamed but completely enthralled at the same time. I think the last time I read a scene that was really surprising was something that had introduced anal. YES! ANAL sex tucked neatly between the pages of this quaint little romance novel. I put it down quickly and my mouth dropped open. My mind let it register that it was about to go the F down and I honestly don't know if I was ready. Until then, I had never read it in “Romance". Gave it a moment and soaked up the entire scene, like, Dayuuuuum! She (the writer) did that. Shit, homegirl (female lead) took that. And liked it.

Hahahahaha… Erotica is definitely a delicious guilty pleasure of mine. As a reader, I love descriptive text, enough so that I can form the perfect visual in my mind's eye allowing scenes to play out like a movie. I write as of reflection of that. Here's a sneak peek of my first collection of Sensual Situations and Erotic Experiences.

Read at your own risk...

A Long Walk

“Let’s talk a long walk around the park after dark… Find a spot for us to spark… Conversation, stimulation...”

Jill Scott

Zuri had been willing to compromise to accommodate me and that surprised the shit out of me about her. I had all these preconceived notions about Zuri being the spotlight of everyone’s attention, having to be seen, to be noticed, to be someone— Shit, knowing her, she wanted to be seen by everyone. And oh, did I see her.

Unabashedly passionate about everything in life. Colorful, vibrant and the complete opposite of me but it fit— we fit.

It unsettled me that I was able to conjure a vision of her at the drop of a hat and it always left me hard and desiring more. She was short and thick and all the extra was packed in them thick ass thighs and mouth watering bubble of a butt. My dick was jumping just thinking about that shit. I patted him down and murmured “Chill,” as if he would fuckin' listen hoping that she wouldn't notice. She’s always in tune with shit like that.

Anyway, I wanted to surprise her by doing something nice and out of character because while chilling, having dinner, and watching some flicks represented the simplicity of my life, it wasn’t hers. At the heart of who I am— I’m a damn homebody, so she was compromising and seemed content for this moment to only to be seen by me. Don't get me wrong, I wasn’t trying to suppress any of all that positive energy. At this precise moment, I was trying to keep it in reserve just for me. Our relationship isn’t public yet because she’s my teammate and best friend's little sister and I just want to enjoy her. Enjoy being with her— being inside her until...

And although we settled on dinner and a DVD at the house, unbeknownst to her I had others plans. A slow but fully formed smile complete with white teeth appeared when I pulled out the wicker basket with a blanket and had announced that they were going to take a long walk along the banks of the Schuylkill River to watch the sunset.

A couple flippant comments about how many of my groupies I’d brought here had me chuckling. I rolled my eyes at the realization that I enjoyed her immensely more when her jealousy manifested itself through spice and sarcasm. The follow up inquiry demanded that I confess just how many hoes I’d actually spread that blanket for.

Laughing, I threw my head back kindly and efficiently ignoring her.

With a picnic basket in one hand, the other intertwined with Zuri’s smaller more delicate one, and we strolled the trail, searching for a semi-private spot with a bench.

I can't confess to always being on some lovely dovey type of time but I can’t wait to see the way her eyes shine as the sun melts beneath the trees and the water sparkles as the fading light shines against it.

Zuri is shorter than me at least six inches so standing side by side she has to step back to look all the way up at me. We were laughing and making idle chat about the thirsty old sistas on reality TV making a fool of themselves for ratings and other unimportant nonsense. Even in all her wokeness, Zuri loved ratchet TV and kept saying it was her guilty pleasure. All that aside the current ratchet circuit had one if its main characters on a PR blitz because of a sex tape leak. “So you’re saying that there’s no way you would make a sex-tape? Even if you trusted who you were with!” I inquired. A brotha had dreams of watching this dick sink deep all up inside of her on the big screen while playing with the pussy during the replay.

Zuri frowned. “That’s the problem with men. Cain’t nobody tape this! Have my goods all exposed for the world to see. Hell to the nawl .” she informed me quickly.

She couldn’t possibly fathom the plans I had for her but I see that I’d have to ease her into it. Reassessing the cost I came up with the proposition. “Hell nawl like… No? Or like you gonna think about it? I'm just saying…” I chuckle squeezing her hand.

“Khalil, please. You gotta do the purchase plan for that and add the maintenance package,” she informed me.

Glancing down with a devilish grin, I let her know. “Everything worth having requires a lil’ work, babe. And maintenance on the upkeep.”

Spotting a lonely bench beneath a weeping willow tree halfway between the East Falls Bridge and Boathouse Row, I pulled Zuri from the path and into the grass.

She laughed as the cool and moist grass tickled the tops and sides of her feet. She pulled her hand from mine and ran in tip-toe fashion across the semi grass-covered distance so that her slipper-covered feet didn’t get wet.

A little out of breath, Zuri held up her hands when I joined her. “I didn’t want my feet to get wet.”

Still dressed in the knee length black skirt, tight camisole and the fuchsia cardigan she’d worn to work, she wasn’t prepared to walk the trail but jumped at the opportunity to take advantage of such a romantic gesture for a sunset walk, which to date, I knew was her first.

She sighed and imagining how cold her feet were, I sympathetically swept her up and sat her down on the bench. Pulling the blanket from the basket, I joined her and spread the warm fleece blanket over us.

Pulling her closer to me because I needed to feel the heat if her body up against mine, I easily pointed out toward the river as the reflection of the descending sun danced in the waves.

Zuri sighed and snuggled in closer, turning her body in toward mine. The sexy flowery scent she wore drifted in the air tempting me into just spreading her out and fucking her where we sat. “More reason,” she murmurs.

“More reason for what?” I asked rubbing her back.

“Sunset strolls on the drive, dinners, movies, you fine, all muscled and such. You’re all dark and brooding. Your moody ass attitude is like a magnet and a challenge to women.”

“Sometimes, I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.”

And I abso-fuckn-lutely love it. I adore her innocence and her ability to be unaware of her power over me but be in control over every other aspect, I muse, kissing the top of her head.

“Of course, you do,” Zuri murmured. “But it’s ok. Dinner was delicious, and I don’t care nothing about them other hoes,” she adds with a yawn.

My hand finds her breast and I mold it by covering the large globe. “These hoes might be making videos for their man though,” I teased with a careful caress of the breast my hand was molding. “But I’m not gonna complain though.”

Scoffing, she leaned back, fire in her eyes when they focused on mine. “You can't handle this pussy on video cause you don't have the courage to tell my brother you need this,” came the real reason.

Daaaamn. The clapback was swift but accurate. I sighed because I didn’t know how my best friend of the last ten years would react to my being with her. His little sister. Malik knew my track record and had on numerous occasions made it known that Zuri was off limits.

I hate that it bothered her. Of course it should and I understood that she was not free to announce to her world that I’m hers. And until then we were a secret. In her mind secrets were meant to be hidden away.

“You need you to tell Lik.”

Nodding, I accepted that. It wasn’t easy when you felt that you committed the ultimate offense against your best friend. But it hit home that he was doing more damage to Zuri by not saying anything. So yea fuck it. A man has to do what a man has to do to keep his woman happy.

Dive in… All the way in.

And because I would have said anything to have her look at me with her heart in her eyes, I realize that I mean it.

Reaching over, cupping the nape of her neck in my hands, I allow one hand to creep into her mass of curly locks and murmur, “We will, Babe. I promise.”

Stunned at the news, she leans in to kiss me but I hold off to capture her face in my hands, so I could stare and lost in her hazel gaze.

Sexy ass eyes had the power to hypnotize. The autumn evening chill wrapped around us as we become intertwined with one another. There is so much heat and so much desire I can't decipher where she ends or where I begin. Taking all the pent up feelings for her and channeled them into a kiss.

Hungrily, I pull her onto my lap. “Keep it up and I'm going to fuck you right out here,” I ground the cautionary words out between hungry nips at her lips.

“You promise?” Zuri breathed back as she made an impatient motion to unbuckle my belt.

Lost in my feelings for her, I did not utter one word if objection as Zuri tore at my pants to free my rock hard dick from my boxers. Sinking down into a squat before me she swallowed my man whole.

“Fuck, babe,” I hiss out letting my head fall back eyes crossed, taken aback by her forwardness. My hands instantly go wild in her hair as she sloppily works her mouth up and down my shaft.

Shit feels so good, all warm and gushy like her pussy when I get lost in it. I'm trying to focus, and direct her so she can slow up.

“Damn, Zuri,” the sigh slipped from my lips as she drew it out and admired how masterful he was.

With one hand on her cheek, the other tightening in her hair, I watch her amazed at how quickly she had learned what I liked, what I needed, what I craved. There was a wicked gleam in her eyes, an insatiable hunger I can't describe but am appreciative beyond measure to be what she desires. She chuckled and nibbled her bottom lip.

That was all it took, we must have been thinking the same thing because as I’m pulling her hair so she could get back to it she was already taking me back in.

Up and down, up and down in long languid laps of her tongue. Closing my eyes I get lost straining upward to assist, working her head up and down. Playfully she pulls her head from my grasp but then slides her hands under my thighs and goes back to work waxing the shit out if my dick.

Of course I’m unable to control it, but I’m fighting back the nut that is building has my fingers locking in her hair and force feeding her every inch. I hear a little gag and I slow up just a little so she can get it together. Zuri only gets a second and I’m back at it, fucking that delicious mouth until my butt clenches, my toes curl and I’m fucking empty. Busting all in her throat.

My dick plops out of her mouth, her lips super plump, her hair all fucked up as she stares inside me and swallows the mouthful of cum.

A naughty laugh escapes as she confidently realizes that she has essentially bodied the shit out of that blowjob.

“Fuuuuuuck,” I stretch my entire body out and my eyes briefly meet hers. I’d grown to know that look. She wants more. It’s as if my dick senses her desires and he begins to stir. Springing back to life, thickening up, when she leaned in, blew her warm breath on it, he jumped.

There was a throaty moaned response. “Don’t be afraid of the second nut,” she teased quickly coming to her feet hiking her skirt up around her waist.

Groaning, I strained toward Zuri to make contact firmly gathering her before me, letting my hands rest on her thick hips. Fingers digging in, tugging at the sheer netted stockings between then.

Blissfully oblivious to anything and everything around us, I rip her stockings at the crotch to discover that she isn’t wearing panties. “Shit,” I hiss yanking Zuri down onto me. The heat of her tender flesh yielding to my invading but welcome member scorches all reason from my mind.

Her pussy all warm, feels absolutely amazing taking me in. Whimpers and moans blend as she settles on top of me, her legs bent on either side of mine.

Clouded hazel eyes focused on mine, small hands find a place on my shoulders, she rises until our physical connection is just a millisecond from being broken and stays there. I lift my hips to coach her slick body back down, hovering over me, she doesn’t budge but drops her forehead to mine and kisses my lips.

“You make me happy,” Zuri sighs dropping down encasing me in her warmth.

Mesmerized, I count the rise and fall of each climb as she bows back so engrossed in making them both reach their ultimate goal. I let her take charge and ride the waves as my body jackhammered upward, getting lost inside her meeting the demands she placed on it.

I can't lie and find myself on some romantic shit even with my vision blurred, the sight of her merged with the beauty of the moon shining on the water and she continued to ride me slow at a steady pace.

“You better stop playing and get this dick,” I grunt. I smack her ass cheek, then palm them both to encourage her to increase her speed. She didn't get the message, I slap them both at the same time. She moans in pleasure.

Sweat bedding at my temples, I land a hand in another stinging blow. I maneuver myself so my hips are off the bench a little bit to give my more power on my up stroke and I work.

“I'm getting baby,” she purrs as I gather her ass in both hands to pull them apart, effectively stretching her. “Aaaah. Yes. Give it to me, Khalil,” she murmurs settling onto my chest. Still working her hips to meet the delivery of every single motion. Wrapping my hands around her waist we hold on to one another as I proceed to fuck us both mindless.

As good as the pussy felt being buried deep I wanted more. Needed more, so not missing one beat, I surveyed the area, took in our surroundings. There was no one walking or driving for as far as my eyes could see in either direction, and the cars that were zipping along the drive wouldn’t see little space I planned on laying her back onto and having my way with her.

I was so close to busting so I knew that it would have to be quick. I wanted her to come too so it would literally have to be enough space where I could stretch her out and knock the bottom out.

The move was so quick that Zuri’s protest died before she could even utter it. I felt like superman and shit, deftly spreading the blanket out onto the ground and then spreading her out on top of it.

On display, she looked deliciously fuckable nibbling her bottom lip. Then she nodded her head in approval. “Hurry up before someone comes along,” she demanded.

And I lost whatever control I had been exerting and laid on top of her and laid it down.

She came four more times before I took her back to my apartment and long dicked her to sleep all the while thinking that we had to take more long walks.

Cuming very soon to an ebook near you.