These Are My Confessions

by Robinson, Cheryl; Smith, Meta; King, Joy; Parks, Electa Rome

  “Hello again,” Melony said when I opened the door.

  “My sister isn’t home.”

  “Do you really think I’m here to see your sister? I came by to see you. I thought that you might want to go out to eat.”

  “I have some company on his way.”

  “Listen, Alexis, I’m not one to bite my tongue. I prefer to do other things with it, and I’m sure it’s probably pretty obvious what those other things are and who I’d like to do them with. I can tell when a woman’s interested in me…and I can tell that you are. Don’t worry, this isn’t something that your sister has to find out about.”

  I was attracted to her, and thought that maybe it was better to meet a woman for my first experience this way then over the creepy Internet, where anyone can be lingering.

  “Let me just take you out for some drinks so we can talk,” she said.

  “Where are you going to take me to, some gay club?”

  She laughed. “No, guess what? We go to Ruby Tuesday also.”

  “I hate Ruby Tuesday.”

  “I wouldn’t take you to a chain restaurant while you’re visiting Dallas. Have you been to Pappadeaux yet?” I shook my head. “You’ll love it. I don’t think I’ve tasted anything better, but I haven’t tasted your pussy yet either.”

  My eyes widened and my mouth partially opened from the shock of her statement. Looking back on it, if there was ever a turning point, something that caused me to go over to the dark side, it had to be the day I met Melony. Aside from the fact that she was a police detective who carried a gun and a stern look, she was a very feminine woman whom I was drawn to in some way. She had plenty of curves to her body, pretty light brown eyes, and extremely long golden brown hair. Seeing the two of us together, no one would have thought that we were anything other than girlfriends.

  Men flirted when we walked into the restaurant during happy hour, and they bought us drinks all night. Before long the two of us had an obvious buzz.

  “What are you thinking about right now?” I asked, hoping to break her stare.

  “Eating you. I bet you taste so sweet. Don’t you?”

  “I don’t know, I never tasted myself.”

  “Oh, yes you have. I’m sure you’ve had a man eat you out and then kiss you.”

  “I’ve had them try. But I’m not down for that. I don’t want to taste my own or anyone else’s.”

  “Well, I’m a firm believer that it’s better to give than receive, anyway. So, when are you going to let me give some to you?”

  I shrugged. “I enjoyed our talk, and I know that you’re attracted to me, right?”

  “I want to take you home and show you just how attracted to you I am. Is that okay with you?”

  “Melony, listen to me,” I whispered. “You’re pretty. If I was leaning that way, I’d jump all over you.”

  “I’d let you.”

  “And I’m sure to a certain extent you might be able to satisfy me, but then, there would come a point when I’d need something to finish it off, and you don’t have that something else.”

  “Oh, I do have something that can finish it off. Don’t you worry about that.”

  “Oh, really, what, you’re going through a sex change?”

  She smirked. “Not quite.”

  “Then you don’t have what I’m looking for. I came down here to find a man who’s strapped.”

  “And you found yourself a woman who can strap one on and work it better than any man can.”

  “So you’re the dominant one?”

  “I carry a gun, don’t I? Look…” She stood from the table, walked over to my side and bent down to whisper in my ear, “I’m ready to take you back to my place and fuck the shit out of you. How is that for honesty?”

  One of the men who’d been buying us piña coladas all evening walked up and introduced himself to Melony and me as we were getting ready to leave.

  “Thank you for the drinks,” Melony said, “but we’re not interested in getting to know you. We’re trying to get to know each other. This is our first date. We’re gay.”

  “Oh, shit, okay. They said there were a lot of lesbians in Dallas, so I guess they were right.”

  “Who ever they are…they were,” she said as she took my hand, then walked out of the restaurant holding it.

  “Why did you tell that man we were gay?” I asked, intentionally slurring my words. “You’re gay. I’m not.”

  “You will be after I get finished with you. Get in the car.”

  “I’m not getting in your car,” I said, still slurring.

  She pushed me inside her convertible Saturn Sky. “And stop acting like you’re drunk. You had one and a half drinks…piña coladas at that. You’re fully aware of what’s going down, so don’t try to detract from my fun.”

  “How did you turn so gay, as pretty as you are?” I asked. “You couldn’t have had any problems getting a man.”

  “Getting men wasn’t my problem. Having them satisfy me has always been.” She started rubbing my thighs while she drove down I–20 with the top up. “I like women—sexy, brown women. And I have a breast fetish, and you have some nice big round ones that I can do plenty with.”

  “They’re not that big,” I said.

  “Let me see.”

  “See,” I said, pulling down the top half of my tube dress.

  “They’re bigger than mine, which means they’re big enough.”

  “Don’t you want to be with a man, Melony? A man with a nine inch dick? There are plenty of them online.”

  “I’m a woman with a ten inch dick at home, and as soon as we get there, I’m going to use it on you.”

  “I’m sleepy,” I said, struggling to keep my eyes open.

  “You’re not sleepy, you’re faking it.”

  “I am sleepy.”

  “Close your eyes. I’ll wake you when we get to my place.”

  When I opened my eyes, I was lying in her bed fully clothed and Melony was sitting beside me with the sheet concealing her bottom half. “How did I get in here?”

  “I carried you.”

  “You must be strong.”

  “It’s not like you’re that big. You probably only weigh about a hundred and twenty with your pretty petite self,” she said.

  “I weigh a hundred and twenty-seven pounds, and you can’t weigh much more than that yourself.”

  “One thirty-five.” She smiled.

  I sat up and glanced at the clock sitting on her nightstand. “I’ve been sleeping for almost two hours. And what have you been doing?”

  Again she smiled. “Watching you.”

  I tugged at the peak in the center of her sheet. “What’s that?”

  She pulled the sheet off and revealed her strapless strap on. At first glance it appeared real. It was the same color as her flesh, and it even had veins and testicles. She inched her way over to me, brushing her thin lips against my full ones, and then gently bit my top lip before placing her tongue inside my mouth. She pulled my tube top down and caressed my breasts, swirling her tongue around my nipples and nibbling on them. I stood to wiggle out of my dress.

  “Keep your heels on,” she said, lying on her back with her head resting against two pillows.

  I straddled her, leaned backward and supported myself with the palms of my hands as she used upward thrusts to penetrate me. Her strap-on was vibrating inside of me while her hands continued to cup my breasts. She rolled me onto my back and pulled off the strap-on. She began sucking my left nipple while squeezing my right breast and fingering me, all at the same time. She was gentle with every movement, and I kept coming over and over again. Her lips gradually traveled down my stomach until her tongue was wiggling inside my pussy. I spread my legs so her long wet tongue could get even deeper. Her long silky hair was resting on my thighs. I was a long way from my mission of finding a man who was strapped, but at least, so far, I had managed to find a woman who was.

  My juices were covering her face. Melony spread her legs op
en and started playing with her clit. I was lying on my side next to her, resting my head in my hand. Her breasts were right in my face. “Yours are bigger than mine,” I said as I took one in my mouth and started sucking.

  “My breasts aren’t bigger than yours,” she said, “my nipples are.”

  While she was playing with her clit, I scooped my hand underneath her bottom half and stuck a finger inside her ass.

  “You’re getting kind of dominant, don’t you think?” she said. “That’s supposed to be my job.”

  She used a little unnecessary force to get me to lie on my back before sitting on my face and telling me to “Lick it like you love it.” She was on my face, and I had no other choice but to insert my tongue inside of her, and the minute I did, she came. She came so many times, I lost count. When I was riding her and she had the strap-on, she came, saying that the sight of my breasts flapping in the air was what did it for her.

  “Now, are you ready for me to make love to you?” she asked.

  “I thought that’s what we were doing.”

  “No, baby, that was foreplay. This is the real deal. This is the way I’m going to take your virginity and you’re going to feel your cherry burst.”

  While I was lying on my back, she straddled me. “Aren’t you going to put on that strap-on?” I asked.

  Melony shook her head. “For what? I don’t need one. I only did that to warm you up since you still think a dick is what you need. I know you’ve heard the saying that size doesn’t matter. Well, it doesn’t.”

  Our pussies began tongue kissing. She yelled out at the height of her climax and then became angry at me when she thought I was holding back. My clitoris couldn’t stop vibrating from pleasure, but when I wouldn’t scream out and express it, she flattened her body over mine and grinded while she filled my ear with her dirty talk. “You’re not looking for a big dick. You’re not looking for a dick at all. You want my pink pussy. Tell me what you want and how you want me to give it to you.” She used her hand to gather the strands of my hair into a ponytail and then yanked my head back and proceeded to kiss and bite on the side of my neck while she continued rubbing our bodies together, causing so much friction I thought we were ready to ignite. She screamed out again, another climax, and this time her fluids were running down both her legs and mine. “Why are you fighting this when you know you want me?”

  “I want a man with a big dick and plenty of veins protruding from it,” I said, to piss her off, because I was ready to stop.

  My statement made her do just that.

  “Fine, go out and get you one,” Melony said, rolled off me and sat on the edge of the bed.

  “I told you at dinner what I came to Dallas to find.”

  “How could I forget what you came down here for, as much as you keep reminding me? But if you play with fire, you’re bound to get burned.”

  “You seem more like fire than anything,” I said.

  “I’m not the fire, but those men you’re out looking for…one of them might be. Don’t you know that I’m looking for a serious relationship, and with this HIV epidemic, now is not the time to be searching for big dicks.”

  “I’m not gay and I know how to use protection.”

  “You can pretend with yourself but not with me. Tell me the last time a man has ever made you feel as good as I just did.”

  “Never. But all the men I’ve been with had little ones, so I’d rather answer that question after I’ve been with a man with a big one.”

  She shook her head. “I hate men. And I’d kill one before I’d let one put his hands on you and his nasty thing inside of you. You’re mine now, and you’re going to do what I say.”

  “I’m going to what?”

  “Do what I say,” she repeated with a smile, and then pushed me down on the bed and buried her head in my pussy for a few seconds before raising it. “Starting with growing some hair down here.”

  “Use your strap-on,” I pleaded. “I need to feel something hard in my pussy.”

  “I’m not using anything,” she said as she got up. “You need to come to grips with who you are and what you want. I’m not getting hurt again.”

  “Who hurt you?”

  Melony left the room without answering, and I sat on the bed more confused than ever about my sexuality.

  Two for the Price of One

  When I returned to my sister’s house the next afternoon, she had left for work and Melony had already called a few times to let me know how much she enjoyed having me over. While I was talking to Melony on the phone, I logged on to the sex site that I’d joined, to check my messages.

  “And I know you liked it too,” she said, “especially when I twirled my tongue all around the inside of your pussy and tickled your clit. I felt it throbbing. Are you going to let me lick you every day? A lick a day can keep those fucking men away.”

  “I don’t see how that’s possible.”

  “Anything’s possible. Either I can make a detour while I’m at work to get a quick taste or you can meet me at my house when I get off.”

  “Melony,” I said firmly, because it was time to set the record straight. “I hope you’re not the possessive type.”

  “I can be if I have reason to. So just don’t give me any reason to.”

  “Well, that’s really too bad because I was just experimenting. In a few weeks my vacation will be over and I’ll be in Detroit teaching.”

  “With my credentials, I could easily get a job on the Detroit Police Department.”

  “Whoa, slow down. No need to do all that.”

  “You weren’t telling me to slow down last night when I was eating your pussy, so why are you telling me to slow down with the way I’m trying to love you?”

  There was one new message waiting in my fantasy mail box. The e-mail was sent by asexymarriedcouple and read:

  hi, my wife and i like what we read and she’d like for you to be her first. this isn’t the sort of thing we’d planned on doing, but we need someone to help us add a little spice in the bedroom. i know you didn’t mention a preference for women but if you’re open to the experience i’m sure my wife won’t disappoint and all i want to do is watch. can you send us your photo? you can check out ours on the home page…we just joined and we’re featured this week.

  I clicked on the couple’s photo that opened up to their profile and a gallery of over twenty photographs. I looked at every one, mostly full body shots that were taken while they were having sex. They were very careful not to expose their faces. The profile said that they were both thirty-five and had been married for five years. No children. His wife was “bi-curious,” and he said that he just liked to watch. NO BUTCHES PLEASE. MUST BE FEMININE.

  “I’ll do anything just to be with you,” Melony said to me while I read. “I’ll even let you have a man from time to time as long as you don’t get pregnant.”

  “What about a threesome? Would you ever be with a man if I wanted you to?”

  “Never. And don’t ever bring that shit up again.”

  “So your anything has limits?” I continued focusing on the online photo of the nude couple in the midst of a sex act. The caption underneath one of the pictures read, SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME. I’M CHOKING ON THIS FOOT LONG COCK.

  “As long as I don’t have to be with a man, I will do anything.”

  When I ended my conversation with Melony, I typed a quick response to the married couple’s e-mail.

  i’d luv to meet w/you especially…and as for your wife i have a special request. i’d like for my girlfriend to be with your wife and i desperately need to be with you. trust me, neither you nor your wife will be disappointed. think of it as getting two for the price of one.

  The Web site indicated that asexymarriedcouple were online, so it didn’t take long for a response.

  do you have a webcam?

  don’t have a webcam but i can buy one today.

  ever had cybersex?

  no, but i’m up to trying new things. not
sure if you could tell from the photos but we are an interracial couple. i’m black and my wife is white. although race is not important, my wife would like to be with a black woman. she thinks their dildos are bigger.

  well i’m black and my girlfriend is mixed. and she does have a pretty big dildo.

  while i’m sitting at my desk responding to you she’s under the desk orally satisfying me. it doesn’t get much better than that, and not sure if you can bring it the way my wife does. can you?

  most of the pictures i see you in she seems to be doing just that…sucking…how is she when it comes to fuckin’? she can continue to take you in her mouth…i want to put all twelve inches of you inside a different hole.

  yeah, it’s hard for her to handle me beyond oral…she can take some of me but not all…i haven’t met a woman yet who could.

  allow me to introduce myself…i’m the one woman who can and gladly will.

  i’m getting excited. only one catch…my wife said i could only watch…and not participate. so we might have to figure a way to work around that…if i like what i see.

  you will.

  what’s your best asset?

  my juicy titties that get bigger every day.

  yum…i’m a breast man. are they juicier than my wife’s? she’s a d.

  so am i…but a full d, meaning i pop out of my bra…whenever i decide to wear one.