by Zane
wlv: Oh is he now? Hmm…well, we are going to have to do something about that.
jrb: u tell me what u want and we’ll make it happen
They couldn’t hear the moans they called from me. The sounds were deep and resonated throughout the entire room.
wlv: What are you doing this Saturday?
jrb: whatever u want
A man at my beck and call is what I want. A fine man like you is what I need.
wlv: Well, I get off work at six. Can you come over at nine?
jrb: how about this…
wlv: Don’t leave me in suspense!
jrb: how about I pick u up from work…
wlv: Go on…
jrb: bring u to my place…
wlv: Uh-huh…
jrb: and treat u better than u have ever been treated?
wlv: I’d love that. But I have to wash and change clothes first
jrb: no excuses. I can wash u here and u don’t need clothes
wlv: Oh my!!! In that case, it’s a date!
jrb: lol I can’t wait to see u sexy
I couldn’t respond as my body smiled.
jrb: sexy u there?
wlv: Yes. I just had a moment
jrb: u r going to have many more
wlv: Really?
jrb: girl, I got my eye on u. u know I want u
I became antsy in my seat. We wanted each other.
wlv: What do you like about me?
jrb: where should I begin?
wlv: I’m being serious!
jrb: me too. okay, those lips…mmmm
jrb: those eyes…mmmm
jrb: that pic u sent of those loooooooooooooong legs…mmmm
jrb: and me pullin that hair…
wlv: Ooooh…I’m ready!
jrb: so are we
wlv: can you show him again?
My nipples perked when Beauty looked at me. I inspected him a bit further. Long and solid, he stood at attention. He had a slight curve toward his tip, which would enable him to reach all the right spots. I closed my eyes and simulated hip movements in the chair. I thrust and swirled each time I felt him hit the bottom. I panted and grabbed the sides of the desk when I felt an orgasm approaching. Beauty inside of me would be magnificent.
jrb: what u doin over there?
wlv: Having another moment
jrb: can I come over now?
As bad as I craved Beauty, I wanted our first time to be an experience. They offered to pick me up. To me, it would be like riding in a chariot. Never in my menial existence had a man made me feel special. This man had accomplished that over a couple of months with a keyboard.
wlv: Don’t jump the gun. I want the whole shebang!
jrb: okay, okay. send me an email with the directions and I’ll see u at 6
They logged off before I could send another message. I quickly sent an email with the particulars to my workplace. Then, I ran to my closet and assaulted all of my clothing. I snatched things from every direction in the pursuit of love. When he saw me, Beauty had to sense that I was the thing that they had been missing. He would rise up to greet me and tell me how wonderful he thought I was.
After rummaging through every drawer, closet, and storage bin I had, I decided on a nice knee-length, sheer, lilac slip dress that had a split up the back. A comfort support was sewn in for my breasts, so all I had to wear under it was a thong. They already had unlimited access to my heart, and my body would be no different.
Forty-eight hours stood in between Beauty and me. The majority of the time was spent staring at the computer screen waiting for him. A few times I had the ugly thought of being stood up, but Beauty was a gentleman. Real men never make promises and in reality plan to break your heart. A real man would never present himself to you by putting on a facade. He would never show the type of man he hoped to be, or the man that didn’t have a lineage in his family tree. When you’re on the computer, people do that. I became a bit withdrawn thinking that Beauty belonged on someone else’s body.
The last man I had met over the World Wide Web was a fake in every sense, syllable, and consonant of the word. He told me things that made my values flutter. I changed the outlook I had for my life because of a few emails and messages he sent. He told me he loved me, and that everything that was wrong with my life he would fix. I walked into our relationship with grimy shutters over my eyes. As I cleaned them off bit by bit to see what he really offered, I became disgusted. I had nothing to give to anyone at that point because he had broken me down as low as he was and seemed satisfied that I ran with the same misery he did. The sad thing is he had no Beauty, and a man with Beauty would know how to treat a woman who wanted someone to love.
That Saturday my hours at the publishing company dragged by. For the past two months I had to go in six days a week just to keep up with all the submissions we were receiving. The chief editor had the bright idea of extending the deadline on a new-manuscript contest, and we, the editing paupers, had gotten stuck reading some half-decent work.
I began cleaning and closing up things at 4:30. My cohorts had left at 4:00 so I was alone wandering in my sexual thoughts. At 5:25, I went into the bathroom to refresh and primp. I sprayed my body with an exotic mist. Inhaling it was an aromatic seduction, and tension that had been built trickled away. Hurriedly I left the bathroom, closed and locked up the office, and went and stood outside to await my nightcap.
During one of our conversations he’d told me that they drove a silver Navigator. I saw one coming up the street, and it slowed as it grew closer to me. I watched the vehicle come to a halt and saw the object of my desire get out. This moment happened in slow motion. He grabbed something off the passenger seat, then came around to greet me.
As he extended a bouquet of flowers, his luscious mouth spoke. “Sup, sexy?” Then it broke into a wide grin.
All I could do was breathe.
“You don’t have to speak. I got this.”
He took my hand and led me to the truck. Once I was comfortably seated, he laid the flowers on my lap and closed the door. I was in some sort of mystic trance and didn’t come out of it until I heard the locks click.
“You just sit back and relax. Tonight, the world is yours.” Beauty and his chauffeur pulled off and led me to my fortune.
After riding for twenty minutes in dramatic silence we arrived at their home.
“Well, sexy, we’re here. Are you ready for us?”
“You know I am. Everything within me is at your disposal…have your way.”
I fought not to look at Beauty. The first time we saw each other had to be in plain sight.
He opened the door and I was met with candles and incense that unbolted my senses. The scent was endearing and drew me in. It held me prisoner for life with no pardon. I belonged with them.
I followed them up the stairs to a sumptuous bedroom. The ceilings were high but I didn’t concentrate much on my surroundings. More glow from candles illuminated the room. The aroma pulled me in deeper. Their spirit floated in this room.
He stopped in front of me and turned around. “Let me put those up for you.” He left the room with my bouquet, but in less than a few seconds they returned.
“We have to undress you.” They stepped toward me. All I could do was breathe. Beauty touched me as he reached around to unzip my dress. It fell to the floor and I sighed. I stood before them in my thong and my shoes.
“Step out of those, please” was their next command. I obeyed without a care. Then it was their turn. He unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. His chest was outstanding. He unbuckled his belt and his pants disappeared before my eyes. Beauty was free in an instant. Today he wore no underwear to pin him down. I don’t remember him removing his footwear; Beauty had seized my functions. I performed on his schedule now.
They stepped back in front of me and Beauty searched his surroundings. I spread my legs to give him enough room. He was delicate yet firm, very firm.
“We’d like to give you your bath now
.” Still, I could only breathe. They placed me in front of them and hugged me from behind. Ahhh, Beauty roamed my backside. Satisfied he found a resting place. They ran my bathwater, removed my thong, and picked me up gracefully to place me into the tub.
“Is the water warm enough, sexy?”
“Uh-huh.”
As he cleansed me, I watched Beauty. Well-behaved, he waited patiently for his turn. He massaged my back, my feet, my thighs, and my entire body. Then, he lifted me out of the tub and carried me to the bed. He laid me in the center of it. The sheets wrapped around me as if they were asking what took so long. For the first time I realized music had been playing. The song caused juice to summon for them. Prince’s “The Beautiful Ones” let me know we were meant to be.
He began kissing my body. He started at my forehead and lay a trailed melody of love down to my stomach. I wanted Beauty now. I put my hands on the side of his face and pulled him back up tenderly. Our eyes met. I said nothing. All I could do was breathe.
He said, “Do you want him…or do you want me…’cause I want you.”
Ahhhhhh…Beauty began his slow slide of ecstasy into my domain. Ahhhhhh…nectar flowed from the tap he burst. He continued to go deeper, and deeper, and deeper. Ahhhhhh…my breathing quickened to short, heightened, fast blows. He spread my legs and held them open wide. I grabbed the headboard rails and braced myself. He continued to go deeper. I released just because.
“Oh, sexy, you feel so good.”
Still, Beauty delved. I tensed and released, sucking in what I could of him. I wanted him all, all of the time. He dove down into a terrain that had never been explored, as only he knew how.
I felt myself expanding. The intensity of the moment escalated as he continued his journey. When it was pelvis to groin, he thrust lightly. I moaned. He thrust again. I sighed. He thrust again and I begged him to let Beauty do the work. He did. I went into a Mediterranean Sea of emotions. I bounced and buoyed as Beauty pushed me to the edge of losing consciousness and brought me back. He kissed and fondled my breasts as they worked together to show me I was the one they longed for. Beauty sped up his discovery of me, and I could no longer muffle my cries.
“That’s it, sexy. Let it out.”
And in harmony we bonded. I freed more of a potion that was designed for him, and he allowed me to have his in return. We lay panting side by side, as I looked at them.
“Were we what you expected, sexy?”
“You were better than I ever imagined.”
“Will you stay the night?”
“Yes.”
Then they kissed me. Each time Beauty touched me that night, I gave him more and more of who I was, and this day he is mine. At last, Beauty is in the eye, the body, and the soul of the beholder.
The Best Psychic in Town
Dina
It was a sunny day, cloud-free, that I could notice from the nearby window. The sound of laughter brought me back to my present moment. My feet were hurting because I had been standing on them all day. I was staring out the window looking for Genie, a woman I’d just met. I checked my watch: it was 4:25 in the afternoon. I sucked in my breath and went back to my booth. This is her first visit here and she might be late trying to find the place, I thought.
My name is Aine. I am a natural hairstylist for Natural Beauty Hair Salon on Henry Street. I do braids, twists, dreadlocks, and regular press and curls for the little girls. I just turned twenty-five. I am very good at my job and horny as hell.
I turned away from the window and watched my coworker Keisha. She was finishing up a client’s dreadlocks, and as usual, it was a fine-looking brother. Keisha was laughing and spraying his freshly twisted locks with sheen.
She turned to me and said, “I’ll be ready for my reading in a minute, Aine.”
The man’s ears perked up. “Reading?” He turned to Keisha and asked in a rich baritone, “She does readings?”
Before she responded, I grabbed my purse and walked toward the bathroom near the rear of the salon. After entering, I slammed the door. Admittedly I was a bit irritable, but my period was due any day and I was PMSing like a motherfucker.
The “readings” that Keisha was referring to are something else that I am good at. I do tarot readings at the salon to bring in some extra cash. The clients love it because I am usually accurate. I have met people who have done tarot or “flipped the cards” since childhood and such. That isn’t the case with me. I developed a genuine interest in divination a few years ago, and it burgeoned into a reputable talent. I really get a lot of information from my readings through clairaudience and clairvoyance, which is something I really enjoy because I am nosy as hell. Not to mention the best psychic in town.
I pulled down my pants and underwear to check for any spots of blood. None were there. I bent down and unfolded the folds of my pussy and slowly stuck a finger inside. I shuddered as I imagined how good it would feel to have a strong, thick dick inside. It had been a few months now since I had had such an experience, and quite frankly, the horniness that my PMS was bringing didn’t help any. I pulled out my finger, and though it was covered with my juices, there was no blood.
I was feeling really aggravated then. I checked my watch: it was a quarter to five and Genie still was not there. She was supposed to get her braids done, and that would have been two hundred extra bones in my wallet. With much resignation, I realized that she may have been canceling her appointment. Just as well, I thought, while washing my hands in the sink. Leaving work early for today may be a good idea, especially with a canceled appointment. Those two hundred dollars from Genie would have helped out a lot. I laughed to myself as I thought about a saying from a popular movie that summed up my current situation: Two tears in a bucket, motherfuck it!
I still did not get a word from Genie. I knew the girl had my phone number and it was getting late. I walked from the bathroom and headed toward the front where my booth was located. The salon was abuzz with customers, lighted with vivid gossip, while the smell of aerosol sprays, foamy shampoos, and incense hung in the air like a fog. I got to my booth and began gathering my things. I am outta here, I thought.
Someone tapped me on the shoulder from behind. I turned and it was Keisha; she had a pained expression on her face.
“Look, girl, I have to leave early. My son got into a fight at the rec center and they’re calling me to get him.”
She pantomimed choking someone around the neck. Her animated pose made me laugh. She had had problems with Hakimm since he’d started high school the year before. That was why he was enrolled at the rec center on weekends—to keep from fighting.
“I’m gonna have to cancel the reading today. Maybe another time?” Keisha glanced past me to the clock on the wall. “Your client still coming?”
I scowled at the clock. It was five after five and still no Genie. “Nah, I am about to go, girl.”
“Well, hold up.” She turned and beckoned someone to come forth. “He’s a walk-in. I told him about you and he wants a reading.”
I turned around and this fine-ass man whom I had never before seen sauntered up to where we stood. I immediately liked him because he walked with confidence—as if he didn’t let anyone stop him from what he wanted. A bit self-centered, I guessed, but I quickly blocked that from my mind.
Keisha grinned as we shook hands. I realized that he was staring at me but I diverted my eyes away from his burning gaze. He thinks really high of himself, I thought. He doesn’t care what people think of him. He is not bound by social restrictions of any kind.
“My name is Denver.” His voice was like syrup and I felt as if I were being drenched in it while he spoke. “Keisha told me that you do readings. How accurate are you?” He looked at me with excited anticipation.
“Very.” I beamed proudly. “I’m one of the best.” I checked my watch. “I suppose that I can stay to give you a quick reading.”
“Good!” His countenance relaxed as he grinned. He was a good-looking man. His skin remind
ed me of coffee-colored velvet, no cream. His eyes glinted with softness, yet spiced with determination. His nose was positioned perfectly above a sensuously full mouth that was framed by a beautifully manicured goatee. I smiled as I imagined what his sexy lips would look like glistened by the balm of my sleek pussy juices.
Keisha said good-night and left while Denver and I retreated into the employee lounge in the back near the bathroom. I closed the door for privacy. I had my favorite deck of tarot cards in my hands. As we sat at a card table, I smiled because I would have permission to look into his personal business. Especially the business of whether he was single.
What I gleaned from his card spreads was that he had good fortune all the way around. I reassured him that he was going to be fine and that he had recently come into a windfall of money. I warned him not to get upset with the result of the legal issues that he was about to go through (of which he preferred not to talk and which I had surprising difficulty intuitively picking up the specifics of). He nodded enthusiastically to my spiritual advice and beamed. I was a little concerned about his mysterious legal matters, but that was swiftly overshadowed by my strong curiosity and magnetism toward this gorgeous man. He is attracted to me. He loves to fuck. He is guarding a secret.
To say that we got along would be a serious understatement. There definitely was sexual chemistry between us. It was little things such as his staring at me a long time. He would grab my hands and caress them. He even rubbed my arms with his fingertips. Lord have mercy!
The reading lasted for forty-five minutes and my watch read 5:50 p.m.
Another coworker, Tekeyia, poked her head in the lounge. “We’re all going for dinner.” She nodded hello to Denver. “You want anything, Aine?”
I rose from my seat. “Nope, in fact we’re wrapping up this session.”
“Okay,” Tekeyia replied. “You’ll be the only one here. We’ll be back in thirty minutes.” Then she closed the door.
A minute or so later, I heard the other stylists talking while they left out the front door. Soon, it was quiet throughout the salon.
