Shattering the Myth

by Zane

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  Praise for Zane and

  Addicted

  “Snatched me up from the first page and didn’t let me go until the end. A great read!”

  —Margaret Johnson-Hodge, author of Butterscotch Blues

  “Hot! Sensational! This is one you won’t be able to put down!”

  —Franklin White, author of Fed Up with the Fanny and Cup of Love

  “Erotic and well-written, Addicted sizzles and satisfies. Zane has managed to pen a novel that expertly portrays both romantic and earthly love and does more than simple justice to each.”

  —Karen E. Quinones Miller, author of Satin Doll

  Praise for Zane and

  Shame on It All

  “At a time when much of African-American fiction has fallen into formulas and mediocrity, Zane has lifted the bar of literary standards again with this insightful, often hilarious work, which showcases her talent for satire, irony, penetrating analysis and downright hijinks. The sista can write! This book is a complete departure from her earlier efforts and one that should bring her the notoriety she so deserves. If you loved Addicted, then Shame on It All will give you a whole different view of this woman’s immense talent.”

  —Robert Fleming, author of Wisdom of the Elders and

  The African American Writer’s Handbook

  “Zane has done it again. Shame on It All is well-crafted and fast paced with just enough drama to keep you talking to yourself.”

  —Carl Weber, author of Lookin’ for Luv and Married Men

  Dedicated to all of the sexually uninhibited women in the world that are sick of being judged. People always lash out at that which they don’t understand. Do not allow their fears to dictate the choices you make in your life. If we can free our bodies, then we can also free our minds.

  Caution!!:

  If you are sexually repressed, sexually oppressed, or have any other sexual hang-ups, please put my book down now and walk away from it because The Sex Chronicles is just too damn hot for your ass.

  Disclaimer:

  Because I know the drama is going to come, let me say this now. I am in no way trying to promote promiscuity, the spreading of disease, or extramarital affairs. However, I am trying to promote healthy, uninhibited, satisfying sexual experiences for those women that are tired of disappointing sex. Sex was here for thousands of years before I started writing erotica, and it will be here for thousands of years after I am gone. This book is a work of fiction and should be treated as such. With that said, I hope you enjoy the book.

  Peace,

  Zane

  Contents

  Acknowledgments

  Wild

  First Night

  Sock It to Me

  Be My Valentine

  The Interstate

  The Godfather

  The Barbershop

  If You Were Here Right Now

  The Airport

  The Diary

  The Seduction

  Wilder

  Nervous

  Wrong Number

  A Flash Fantasy

  A Time for Change

  Get Well Soon

  Dinner at Eight

  Animal Farm

  Harlem Blues

  Lust in a Bus Depot

  The Bachelorette Party

  Sweet Revenge

  Blind Date

  Vacation of a Lifetime

  Mailman

  Body Chemistry 101

  Off Da Damn Hook

  Alpha Phi Fuckem

  Room 69

  The Cat Burglar

  My Knight in Shining Armor

  Valley of the Freaks

  Stakeout

  Masquerade

  Wanna Watch?

  Nymph

  Kissin’ Cousins

  The Voyeur

  Sex Me Down Village

  Dream Merchant

  The Pussy Bandit

  Alpha Phi Fuckem—The Convention

  A Personal Reflection from Zane

  Acknowledgments

  I wrote my first erotic story in November 1997 and never intended for more than two or three people to ever read it. The exact opposite happened. Everybody read it! Before I knew it, I began to receive numerous e-mails from people wondering if I had written anything else. Within a few days, I completed three other stories and placed them all on the Web. Within three weeks after that, my site had accumulated more than eight thousand hits. Needless to say, I was shocked.

  While writing runs in my family and over the years people have always encouraged me to put my creativity to use, I had never once thought about writing erotica. I had never even read any erotica. All of a sudden, I had a long mailing list followed by a monthly newsletter.

  People e-mailed me and said, “Why don’t you write a book?” I said to myself, “Why not?” Three months later, I had written more than fifty erotic tales. Thus, The Sex Chronicles. The reasons I chose Shattering the Myth as the subtitle are too numerous to mention, but I’m sure you can figure it out. I have faith in you. I never knew that so many people had sexual hang-ups, that so many people would try to tell adults what they should and should not read, what they should and should not write, what they should and should not do in the privacy of their own homes. Once a person becomes an adult, she should be able to do whatever she wants as long as it is not illegal and does not harm or infringe on the rights of someone else.

  Even though you would think the above statement would be common sense, you would be surprised at the e-mails I get from people, saying things like, “Why are you wasting your talent on this filth?” “You must sit around doing nothing but having sex!” and “People would never buy this kind of work. You need to conform and write a black romance novel or one of those sistahgurl books.”

  All I can say is this: If you don’t like my work, then why are you reading it?

  Basically, I let the one or two negative e-mails out of three thousand get to me at first but not anymore. Forget them! I write erotica for the thousands of people that do want to read it. Is erotica the only thing I will ever write? Absolutely not! I have already completed three novels and have four others in progress. I just love to write, period. I will be the first to admit that none of my novels are what one would consider mainstream. They are controversial. I intentionally made them that way. I want people to finish one of my novels, put it down, and say “Dammmmmmn!”

  Addicted is a murder mystery, Shame on It All is a sistahgurl novel, and The Heat Seekers is indeed a black romance, but they all have chutzpah! Bottom line, as long as people will read my work, I will continue to write it. For those of you that tried to stop this and yet are sitting here reading every word I write as usual, please don’t step to me with your judgments. I would appreciate you not wasting your time or mine. For my loyal readers, I love each and every one of you, no matter what your race, no matter what your sexual persuasion. Making love is universal.

  While I cannot even begin to acknowledge every single person that has continuously encouraged me and shown undying support, there are a few people that I must recognize. First and foremost, I would like to thank my children for coming into this world through my body, for loving me unconditionally, for inspiring me to make something out of my life, and for always making me laugh when I am feeling down. I would like to thank my parents for being understanding and supportive when I still wasn’t quite sure what I wanted to do with my life. Without them, I would not
be here on this earth. I am just thankful that they gave me emotional and financial support and stood by me no matter what. I would like to thank my two sisters for giving me a shoulder to cry on, an ear to talk into, and examples to follow since I am the youngest. I am very lucky to come from an extremely close-knit family and to have a huge extended family that sticks together even through the darkest of times.

  I would definitely like to thank Shonda Cheekes, my publicist, and Pamela Crockett and Michelle Askew, my entertainment attorneys, for giving me that extra little push I needed when I was in the trenches, for letting me vent my frustrations in their direction when the negativity started from those people who claim they never judge people. Yet they decided to not only judge me but to crucify me as well.

  A special thank-you to all the people on the Black Erotica message boards, to all the people in the Net Noir and Black Voices book chat rooms, and to all the people that have spread my work around and forwarded my newsletters and links to all three or four hundred people at their jobs.

  Last but definitely not least, I would like to express my heartfelt thanks and appreciation to the thousands of people on my mailing list. I cannot tell you how much all of it means to me. Signing on at night and finding anywhere from fifty to three hundred e-mails in my in box from just one day provides me with the strength I need to carry on. This book is for all of you. I hope that everyone enjoys this book, but you have to be able to open up your mind before you can. I must caution you that I have an extremely vivid and sometimes even sick imagination. If you think you can hang, then turn the page. You can’t say I didn’t warn you.

  With that said . . .

  Welcome to

  The

  Sex Chronicles

  Shattering the Myth

  Peace and much love,

  Zane

  First Night

  We ride up the coast to Maine on your brand-new motorcycle and stop for the night at a cozy, secluded bed and breakfast inn. They show us to our room. It is very romantic, with a fireplace and antique Victorian furniture. Beside the sofa is a round little table with a white linen tablecloth and burning white candles. Our room also has a huge, king-size bed on a riser with two steps leading up to it. The bed has large fluffy pillows, crisp white sheets, and a huge down comforter.

  As they deliver our dinner to our room, we can see that it is beginning to rain through the large, picturesque windows. The room has a balcony. We open the French doors so we can hear the raindrops and feel the cool breeze as it enters the room. We sit down at the dinner table and begin to sip on the Dom Perignon while we eat the tender steak, baked potatoes, carrots, and oven-fresh rolls we ordered for dinner.

  After dinner, we take the throw blanket that is sprawled across the sofa and lay it out on the floor by the fireplace. We continue to drink the champagne and toast each other as we watch the embers glisten in the fire and listen to the rain.

  We feed each other fresh strawberries dipped in chocolate and discuss the drive up. Then you take my hand and lead me out onto the covered balcony. We can feel raindrops trickle across our skin. You kiss me, and our tongues intertwine as we begin to kiss deep and passionately. You go back inside the room for a moment, returning with an empty bottle that previously contained the Perrier springwater we drank on the bike on the way up. You set it on the edge of the balcony, with the lid off, and little raindrops begin to fall into it. You look me in my eyes and tell me you are going to collect the raindrops in the bottle and save them as a remembrance of the night we first made love.

  I run my fingers across your cheeks and then take your hand and begin to suck your fingers, putting each one entirely into my mouth and sucking it gently. You pick me up. I wrap my legs around your waist, and you hold me up against the wall on the rear of the balcony. We begin to kiss again, but deeper this time, as I caress the back of your head and run my fingernails down the center of your back, tickling your spine through your shirt.

  The black skintight dress that I changed into for dinner and your white shirt and black trousers begin to get damp from the rain. You can see my hard nipples protruding from the top of my revealing dress. You pull the shoulder straps of my dress down and begin to suck on my left nipple and palm my right breast in your hand, rubbing your thumb across my nipple. You begin to grind your hips between my legs, and I can feel your hard dick applying pressure to my pussy. I begin to gyrate my hips on top of your dick through your pants.

  You let me down gently back onto the balcony and turn me around with my face against the wall. You reach around me and grab my nipples, pinching them, and I begin to moan. I turn my head to the side to meet your tongue. We kiss again as your left hand reaches down between my thighs and begins to finger my pussy, pushing my panties to the side. I hold one of my hands up over my shoulder and grab the back of your neck, pulling your tongue closer into my mouth as I grind my pussy onto your fingers. You now have two of them inside of me.

  You pull away from me and then kneel down, push the bottom of my dress up over my hips to my waist, and then rip my hunter green satin thong bikinis off. You grab my ass cheeks firmly and bite each one of them softly. You suckle on them hard until I have hickey marks on each one of them. I squirm a little from the pain as you bury your face in between my legs from behind. I arch my back, pushing my ass farther toward you. You begin to suck on my clit from behind, my ass all in your face. You begin finger-fucking my ass while I grind my pussy and ass all onto your face and tongue. I begin to moan uncontrollably, and you say “Ummmm” as you devour my pussy juices and finger my ass.

  After a few more minutes of this, you stand back up, and I turn around. You pick me up, and I straddle my legs around your waist again. We begin to kiss as you carry me inside, walk up the two steps on the riser, and lay me softly on the comfortable bed.

  I watch as the lightning from the storm seems to track on all the high round parts of your body. I cannot ever remember feeling more desire than at this moment. I lean toward you and gently feel your lips touch mine. Oh, how soft they feel. I could never dream of a more sensual moment.

  With fire in my soul, I seemingly lick the honey from your lips as our kiss begins. Deeper and deeper, I am drawn into you as I continue to lick the sweetness from your lips. I begin to softly suckle on your bottom lip for the life-giving energy of your soul. My desire grows even more intense as your hand caresses my back and the nape of my neck.

  You kneel over me on the bed and slowly take your shirt off, letting it fall silently to the floor. You reach through the darkness to feel the smooth surface of my skin. Gently, you massage my shoulders as you lower the straps of my dress. Soon the wonder of my exposed, hardened nipples and firm breasts fills your eyes.

  I pull my arms from the straps and knowingly touch you where you need to be touched the most, caressing your dick through the pants you are still wearing.

  I kiss you again with a passion full of fire. You cannot hold yourself back any longer as you grab my breasts and massage my tender nipples under your thumbs. How soft they feel under your touch! With each stroke, I can feel my desire rising. You reach with an open mouth to take my breast in. You lick the tip of my left nipple just to taste the sweetness of me. Slowly, you close your lips to encompass my sweet dark pearl. You suck for moments that seem to last an eternity. Then you bite gently into my tender fruit, pulling a little more with each increasing bite.

  You stop for a moment, lifting your lips from my nipple. You watch as my nipple shivers in the air. You blow a gentle puff of air to dry the moisture from me and watch as my hardened nipple grows even more impressive.

  You lick a soft trail down to my belly button, kissing my skin gently with each pause. You pull the rest of my dress off to reveal all of my smooth, flawless body.

  You take my right foot into your hand and begin to suckle on my pretty, polished toes as I take the toes on my left foot and caress your dick with them. I cannot control my desire any longer. I sit up on the edge of the bed where you are st
anding, anxiously undo your belt buckle, and unzip your pants. You help me slide your pants and satin boxer shorts completely off, and you kick them aside.

  I take in your beautiful, scrumptious-looking dick with my eyes, biting on my bottom lip in anticipation of the tremendous amount of delight it will bring me. Gently, I take it into my hands and massage it up and down the shaft with one hand and caress your balls lightly with the other.

  I want so badly to partake of your splendid nectar. I take the tip of my tongue and lick the head of your dick straight down the middle, immediately tasting your delicious precum. I want some more, lots more, so I take the head of your dick into my mouth and suckle on it, contracting my cheek muscles in and out as I attempt to draw every single drop of precum that exists onto my awaiting taste buds.

  The intensity grows as you begin to feed me your dick, gliding more and more of it into my mouth each time you direct it in and out. I moan with delight as your dick fills my throat. My own saliva begins to trickle out the sides of my mouth onto my erect nipples. I arch my neck so that I can deep-throat your entire dick. I can feel the head of it hitting up against my tonsils while your balls slam up against my chin. You taste so delicious, it’s almost scary. I never knew a man’s dick could be so delectable.

  We are lost in time as you stand there feeding me your dick for moments on end. Even though I begin to gag on it at times, I gladly continue to suckle on it without hesitation. You tell me you don’t want to cum yet, and you glide it slowly out of my mouth. I still want to partake of it, so I lick around the shaft with the tip of my tongue in long, circular strokes. Then I go underneath your dick and tickle your balls with the tip of my tongue. You moan a little and run your fingers through my hair while I take your ball sack gently into my mouth and bounce it around on my tongue. I am like a kid in a candy store, wanting to taste a little of everything.