Fantasy (Lipstick)

by Hobbs, Allison

  he said after that. She floated away to her own world. Understanding what had been happening to her lately was still a

  mystery. She liked researching and mystery-solving, but this

  was one she couldn’t crack. How did she just let him dominate

  the conversation? When it came to men, she controlled the

  conversations, she controlled the relationships. The odd thing

  was that they didn’t even realize it. That was the key: make them

  think they ran the show when, in actuality, she did. Sometimes

  being the dominant mate was tiring. Although she would never

  admit it to anyone, deep down she wondered how the submissive

  role felt. How did it feel to be controlled? She received a quick

  taste when Jameer had her fumbling over her words. It made her

  uncomfortable. It was also shocking. No man had put her in her

  place in a long time. Most were afraid of a “woman’s wrath”.

  Jameer didn’t seem fazed. He had a domineering personality that

  probably carried over into bed. He probably yelled out commands

  like a drill sergeant: Faster! Slower! Left! Right! What would it

  really be like? Debra wondered as her imagination took over. “Get over here!” Jameer demanded.

  “Yes, Jameer, my Nubian king.”

  “Take your clothes off. I want to see you naked . . . ” She quickly began removing her clothes. “As you wish

  Jameer, my Nubian king.”

  “Slower! I want you to tease me.”

  Her blouse and skirt were already on the floor, leaving her in

  a bra and panties. She unsnapped the back and slid one shoulder

  from the strap. She winked at him before slipping out the other

  shoulder. Holding the loose bra to her chest, she slowly turned in

  a circle.

  “Drop the bra!”

  Debra did as he said.

  “Come here.”

  She walked to him.

  “Get on your knees.”

  “Yes, Jameer, my Nubian ki—”

  “Shut up! Did I tell you to speak?”

  She nodded her head.

  He looked at her while she kneeled before him. He pulled her

  forward by her hair.

  “Ouchhhh . . . ouch . . . ”

  “I said shut up!”

  “Yes, Jameer, my Nu—”

  “Shut up!” He lifted his fist. Debra closed her eyes,

  anticipating the worst. Jameer laughed. “Open your eyes; I’m

  not going to hit you.” As soon as she opened her eyes, he faked

  like he was going to slap her. “Got’cha.” He laughed again.

  “You like being on your knees, don’t you?”

  She was unsure about what to do. Should she speak even

  though he had told her to shut up? If she didn’t obey him, he

  might strike her for real. She could ignore him, but that would be

  the worse of all the options. There was no telling what he would

  do then. “Do you like being on your knees?” he repeated. “Yes, Jameer, my Nubian king.” She quickly bowed her

  head, not knowing what to expect.

  Jameer opened his legs, grabbed his crotch. “Good, because I

  got something for you to do . . . ”

  She knew he was speaking of oral sex. All men loved it. She

  loved giving it. She rubbed her hands up his thighs and then

  reached for his zipper.

  “What are you doing? That’s not what I want.” He kicked off

  his sneakers. “I want you to lick my feet. Lick them until I’m

  satisfied . . . ”

  Debra froze. In all her sexual encounters, she had never

  licked a man’s feet. She was always on the receiving end—

  plenty men licked and sucked her feet but she was never a giver.

  And he had been walking around in those shoes all day! His feet

  were undoubtedly sweaty, musty, and just nasty. Oh well. Her

  job was to please him. With that thought, she lifted his left leg,

  rolled off his sock, and raised his foot to her mouth. He actually

  had pretty feet for a guy. Starting from the ball of his heel, she

  licked toward his pinky toe, and then worked across the others,

  sucking, and licking like he’d commanded.

  “Suck them good, too! Don’t stop until I say so!” His hand

  was inside of his pants while he watched her. It wasn’t as bad as

  she thought. His reaction made her want to do it more. Ironically, being submissive made her feel powerful. She controlled his pleasure, his responses, and all his involuntary facial expressions and sounds. “Oh, baby . . . oh . . . girl . . . ” he moaned. He

  sounded like a baby.

  Debra smiled devilishly.

  “What’s so funny?” Jameer asked. The sharpness of his voice

  snapped her out of her fantasy world.

  “Nothing, Jameer, my Nu—nothing.” She took a sip of Pepsi

  because it was something else to focus on—not because she was

  thirsty.

  “So you’re serious. We’re done?” Jameer asked. “No more

  meetings?”

  “Correct.”

  “Can you do me one favor?”

  “What is it, Jameer?”

  “For once will you look me in the eyes when you talk?” “Um…sure…okay.” She felt tiny beads of sweat forming on

  her forehead. She looked him directly in the eyes, but no words

  left her mouth. All of her previous fantasies came to the front of

  her mind. “I . . .” she sighed. “I . . . I have a lunch meeting to

  attend.” She didn’t wait for him to leave before getting her things. He caught her arm as she walked by. “You’re cute when

  you’re nervous.”

  “Who said I was nervous? And let go of my arm!” He pulled her hand to his nose. “You smell so good. I love a

  woman that smells good . . .” He moved her hand across his

  torso. Debra wondered if his penis was as hard as his chest. She

  almost drifted into another fantasy with him standing right there,

  but she caught herself.

  “Jameer, this is—”

  “Shhhhh . . . ”

  She felt the bulge through his jeans when he pulled her

  closer. The mystery was solved; his penis was definitely just as

  hard as his chest. Her hormones leaped inside as if lit by fire.

  Her mind raced. What if someone walks in?

  “You sure you want to stop meeting?” He spoke firm and

  seductively, purposely breathing in her face. His breath smelled

  like the cinnamon gum he was chewing.

  “Th . . . This is wrong. This shouldn’t be hap . . . ” He kissed her. Three months of suppressed desires were

  unleashed. Fantasies created in her mind were becoming a

  reality. No more wondering if Jameer Lovett was the real thing.

  He was. When his lips touched hers, she knew. They felt as

  though they were specially designed, molded and crafted for

  hers; their touch, feel—everything seemed perfect. He tasted

  like a rare delicacy that only she could eat. What am I doing?—

  oh, forget it, she thought, ending her resistance.

  Gripping the side of his head, she whispered in his ear. “You

  a sexy nigga; you know that?” It felt good finally letting it out.

  No more secrets. No more hiding her feelings.

  Jameer’s eyes widened. He never heard her talk that way. It

  sounded strange and unbelievably sexy at the same time. From

  the waist down, it electrified his body. Bolts of excitement and

  disbelief shot from his toes to
his thighs. He was actually about

  to hit it. In only a week of knowing her, he was about to bang

  Ms. Clark’s brains out. Wait until his homeboys heard about

  that—true playa status for life. “I knew you wanted me!” “Unh huh . . . ” She shoved half of her arm down his pants

  before she reached the tip of his manhood. She squeezed it and

  smiled. It was big just like in her fantasies. Leaning into him;

  she licked inside his ears and down his neck, and collarbone. He

  responded by dropping his jeans and boxers and reaching

  underneath her skirt for her panties.

  “Wait!” She fumbled through her purse, pulled out a condom

  she’d had for over three months. Jameer grinned. There was no

  turning back. They kissed sloppily as she backed him up against

  the leather swivel chair. He sat down looking up at her while she

  stood in front of him. His pants and boxers were crumpled at his

  ankles. Her panties were somewhere; she had just slung them

  across the room.

  Quickly hiking up her skirt, she eased in his lap with her back

  facing him. He was glad her wardrobe consisted of mostly skirt

  because it made things easier. Immediately he began exploring

  between her legs with his fingers. She was so wet, her juices

  dripped down his knuckles. He looked at his hand in awe because he had never seen anything like it. He continued enticing her with

  his fingers until she was unable to withstand it any longer. “I want it in me!” She said through clenched teeth, reaching

  for him, barely allowing time to put on the condom. “I want it

  right now!” She lifted her moist rump above his lap before

  making a smooth landing. “Eeeuaaaaah,” she moaned, loving

  the heat she had been missing for months.

  He held her by the waist while she rose up and snapped down

  on him. She was so wet, so warm, and it felt so, so good, he

  knew he wouldn’t last long. Her nipples pressed against her

  blouse and pointed straight toward the wall. He caressed them

  from behind. As she rocked in his pelvis, Jameer leaned her

  forward; he made sure she took all of him. She felt the heat in

  her stomach and chest. What the? Was it in her throat too? She

  inhaled through her mouth because her nose couldn’t take in air

  quick enough. To make sure her mouth didn’t dry out, she rolled

  her tongue between cheeks to keep saliva circulating. Being on him was like riding a roller coaster at Islands of

  Adventure. She decided if she were to get caught, she should at

  least get ultimate enjoyment. Now she wanted to face him, see

  the pleasure she gave. She quickly got up, turned around, hiked

  her skirt again, and returned to her perch.

  He gripped her butt hard, locking her in place in his lap. She

  loved it. He loved it. The sloshing sound of latex and wet flesh

  excited both of them. With his left leg, he spun the chair around

  in a circle. She concentrated on keeping rhythm and balance

  while the office swirled.

  Around.

  Around.

  “I’ll-make-your-head-spin, baaaaby,” he said, pulling her

  hair. When the chair stopped, he spun it around again. Despite lightheadedness and an unbalanced equilibrium, Debra

  kept grinding closer toward the moment of complete ecstasy.

  “Ohh . . . mmm, sp-spin it . . . unggghhh, spin it, niggaaa . . . ”

  She gripped his neck with her fingernails while her body jerked.

  Being dizzy, horny, and sweaty was an orgasm-inducing

  sensation. Her muscles loosened and relaxed as the juices flowed.

  She felt him throbbing within her. It wouldn’t be long before he got his too. He spun the chair around again while she grinded

  harder than ever. That was it.

  “Owwwhooah . . .” He exploded with such force, his lower

  muscles hurt. His shoulders buckled as if sneezing. His eyes

  rolled to the right as the swivel chair came to a complete stop. Reality hit Debra as soon as he went limp. As if in a hypnotic

  trance, she got up, fixed her skirt, and found her panties sitting

  on the electric pencil sharpener. Jameer was slumped in the chair

  with his eyes barely open. He finally caught his breath enough to

  toss the condom and pull his pants up over his sweaty legs. “Whew!” He watched Debra fix her clothes until she was

  presentable. If she weren’t there, he would have patted himself

  on the back for a job well done—even though she had done most

  of the work. His homeboys would definitely hear about the

  chair, and how he spun her around, made her climax while she

  was dizzy. And how soaking wet she was. He wished he had a

  camera phone. They probably wouldn’t believe him otherwise. Debra’s arms hung by her sides like lead rods. She looked

  depressed. Why did she have to be such a Scorpio? She’d

  broken her no-casual-sex rule for a ten-minute quickie in her

  office? Was she that weak? It wasn’t even great—okay, but not

  great. What would happen now? The whole thing with Jameer

  was a huge mistake. She couldn’t imagine what repercussions

  lay ahead. “You need to get out of here. I have a meeting at

  12:30,” she said.

  He buckled his belt. “Yeah . . . ”

  “Before you go. Can we talk for a minute?”

  Jameer sighed. He knew every time a woman wanted to

  “talk”, it usually wasn’t good. He figured something was wrong

  but didn’t care to find out what. He was still shocked that she’d

  even gotten involved with him. Now his ego was bigger than

  ever. If this never happened again, it didn’t matter; he already

  got his.

  “Okay, let’s talk.”

  She sat down behind her desk. “Well . . . this was wrong from

  the beginning. None of it should’ve happened. I can’t express

  how ashamed I am.”

  “Why?”

  “. . . Because as your high school guidance counselor, it’s my

  job to make sure you get promoted to the twelfth grade—not to

  have sex with you, Jameer.”

  K. Elliott presents Fantasy

  Beneath Her Nose

  Brittani Williams

  It had been a week since the last time I’d been able to so much as smell the scent of Daron’s cologne. I was feening for his touch, though I knew it is was forbidden. Each time we met I was left longing for more. The feeling of being the other woman was part excitement but part pain. The excitement coming from sneaking behind his woman’s back any chance I got but the pain resulting from the idea that I would never be much more than a jump-off. Countless times I thought about walking up to her and revealing our affair, but I knew that I would lose any chance of a future with him if I did. So, for now I was satisfied with boning; I would make him love me later.

  I walked into my bathroom and drew a tub full of hot water with lilac-scented candles lit to relax. I was horny, and the hot water against my skin would give me the illusion of his warm body on top of me. I slid down into the water and grabbed my cordless phone off the floor. I hesitated before dialing his number but I needed a fix, and hearing his voice would have to suffice. It took a few rings before he answered. I almost burst hearing his deep tone through the receiver.

  “Hey, baby, are you busy?” I quizzed as I rubbed my hand over my left leg.

  “I’m just sitting here watching a movie with Lana. What’s up?” he asked, obviously attempting to throw me a hint
. “I miss you.” I couldn’t resist letting out that tad bit of information.

  “Really? So, did you need me to do something for you?” he asked, trying to cut the conversation short. I wasn’t about to get off of the phone that easily. “Actually I do,” I said lowering my voice to a seductive whisper. “I want to make love to your ear!”

  “What’s that?” he was attempting to dodge my comment.

  “I want you to listen while I imagine you here with me. Is that okay?”

  “Who, Lana? She’s right here lying across my lap,” he said trying to rein form me of her presence.

  “I know she’s there; you already told me that. All you have to do is listen.”

  “Okay, go ahead and tell me what happened,” he responded, giving me my cue to move forward.

  I continued using that seductive tone that caught him in the first place. This tone was enough to make any man as hard as a brick. I was aware of my talents long ago and had been able to snag many men in the past—even men that were attached.

  “I wish you were here so I could feel you caressing me. You begin to remove your clothing to join me. I sit in the hot water watching as the steam rises from the tub. I’m getting excited as each part of your muscular body is revealed. Damn, I want you and I lick my lips anticipating tasting you. Once you are fully undressed you fondle your manhood as I continue to pant, waiting for your hardness to meet my lips. You take your time moving closer to me, forcing me to wait a little longer. I part my lips widely enough to make way for you, and you slowly push your thickness inside of my wet mouth. My tongue massaging your shaft forces you to let out a sigh. I begin to massage my clit with one hand as I use the other one to play with your balls. You taste so good as I feel your hands on the back of my head, easing me into a deep-throating routine. I stick two fingers inside of my tunnel as I crave you inside of me. Can you feel me, baby?” I asked as I caressed myself imagining the scene that I was describing.

  “Yeah, I feel you. What happened next?” he spoke quickly.

  “You retrieve your manhood from my oral cavity, and its missing your presence already. You stroke your length from end to end and pull me from the tub. I follow your lead and you kiss me long and sensually as I feel your member pressed against my body. Damn, I want you inside of me and I grab hold of it to let you know just how much. You bend me over with my hands using the tub to brace myself, and you slide in from behind. Your shaft has been missed, and I moan with satisfaction as you fill me up completely. The sound of you moving in and out of me intensifies the excitement. My tunnel quickly provides more lubrication as you increase your speed. I scream ‘I love this dick’ over and over again, the way you like it, and you tell me exactly how much you love this pussy as you push down on my back to create a deeper arch. Are you feeling me, baby?” I ask as I continue to move my fingers in and out of my wetness.