Chocolate Flava (Chocolate Flava 1)

I did not realize that the housekeepers had also set the timer on the stereo, but just as I whispered in your ear, “Now do me,” Will Downing began crooning at a perfect level that was neither too soft nor too loud. With another smile, you reached out your hand to me and ran your perfectly manicured fingernails down my chest.

“Lay back, lovely man,” you told me.

With a washcloth, you cleansed my entire body. You playfully licked my nipples as if to ensure they got really clean. You had me extend my leg over the side of the tub so that you could rub and wash my feet. As you played with my toes, you fondled my cock with your free hand. I started to breathe fast a bit and you laughingly reminded me to pace myself. It’s amazing how little you notice about your surroundings when you’re totally focused on someone else. Throughout our little love play, I had not noticed that the housekeepers had also lit a few candles in the bathroom and throughout the rest of the small house. As we stepped out of the tub, the glow of candlelight against our bodies made the entire scene even more sensual. You decided that we should not dry off, but return to our spot in front of the bay window and air-dry. I knew what you really had in mind. We always did think alike.

My cock still remained defiantly erect. A soft warm breeze blew through the open bay window, causing our white curtains to slightly ruffle. Under the glow of the setting sun, the waves had an interesting orange hue to them. As we retook our positions, we decided to try out the products we had purchased. I had you roll onto your stomach, facing the window so that you could continue to watch the sunset. As you lay there, the sun’s reflection off the skin on your butt made me want to just bury my tongue in you right then and there. Instead, I poured a healthy amount of the spice oil onto my hands and rubbed it into your back. As I rubbed, I noticed the oils becoming warmer. I sat with my knees under me, straddling the back of your knees with my cock resting on your left thigh. As I rubbed the oil into your skin, you moaned approvingly as if every single stressful moment or thought you’d had in your entire life was oozing away. Using my fingers and the heel of my hand, I rubbed oil into your butt, paying special attention to that area where the back of your thighs meets the beginning of your butt. I moved down and rubbed more oil into your calves and onto your feet. As I pampered your feet, I kissed and licked each toe. While I was down there, I happened to glance up and realized that my upward glance caused me to look right into your pussy. From my vantage point, I could see it glistening as you had become extremely wet. I wondered what you were thinking at that moment. Funny thing is, the tip of my cock was dripping pre-cum, signaling how much we both wanted each other.

“Roll over now,” I whispered.

With your eyes closed now, you followed my directions. While I had seen you totally naked many times before, your body lying before me with the newly arrived moon casting a glow against your caramel skin caused me to silently gasp at your beauty. Your dark and raised nipples looked like two chocolate kisses sitting atop a moon-drenched, caramel-coated hill. Your aroused breathing made your breasts shake ever so lightly and you were now beginning to move your hips in small circular paths. I concentrated on your navel and decided to begin by gently kissing you there. I placed my lips softly against your stomach, allowing my lips and tongue to slowly caress the soft and tiny pubic hairs that almost unnoticeably ran to your navel. I ran my tongue and lips up between your breasts and kissed your chin before I resumed my massage. This time, I decided to warm the oils slightly more by placing some in a glass and warming that over a candle. When I rubbed the pre-warmed oil onto your body, you shuddered and let out a satisfied groan. After rubbing oil all over your front, I placed my hands on the ground at your sides and lowered myself to just above your body as if I were doing push-ups. I used my body to rub the oil into you even more. As I moved back and forth above you, my cock poked at your navel and pubic hair. You began to arch your back and parted your legs but I kissed you and said, “Not yet, love.”

I got up and went into the bathroom for the remaining fruit and cream. As you lay there, I took a slice of mango and used it to spread cream on your breasts, in your navel, and on top of your thighs. I then gently licked up the cream. When all the cream was gone, I inserted the mango slice into your pussy and ate it from there. I took another mango and placed it in a glass of wine where it soaked up some of the wine, then took the mango slice and began to kiss you in the mouth while keeping the slice between us. As we kissed and sucked on the mango, you reached down and grabbed hold of my cock. You started rubbing the shaft with both hands and teasing my testicles with your fingernails. I was getting too excited so I stood up and beckoned you to come with me. We stepped out onto the back patio. Now fully outside and unclothed, we sat together in one of the long reclining chairs on the patio. You sat on top of me facing me and we began to kiss deeply. My cock was pressed up against your pussy but not going inside. You moved back and forth to allow your pussy to massage and caress my cock as we kissed.

You then stood up and placed your right leg on my shoulder. “Hungry, mister?” you playfully asked me.

Seeing no need for an answer, I dove right in. I ran my tongue from the top front of your pussy to the very back where that little flap of skin separates your vagina from your ass. I ran my tongue back and forth along that area and lapped at your pussy opening. As I licked, you reached down and poured some oil onto your left hand and began to masturbate me. I licked and nibbled on your clit and when you asked, I would insert my tongue deep into you. Knowing your leg was getting heavier, I lifted you up and laid you down before me as I got up, repositioned myself, and buried my face in your pussy again.

By now you were pumping against my tongue and moaning louder. With my right hand, I lifted your butt to me so that I could stick my tongue deeper inside. With my left hand, I fondled and squeezed your breasts. You grabbed my left hand and placed two of my fingers in your mouth and began sucking them. I came up and kissed you hard.

Even more aroused by your own taste in my mouth, you said, “Make love to me now, Michael.”

You took hold of my continually throbbing cock and guided me into your warmth. As the head of my manhood entered you, you arched your back and raised your hips to me

et me. You felt so wet that I slid right in, despite the tightness. Our bodies immediately created suction, as if your pussy now refused to let my cock exit. I placed my right hand under the small of your back to support your desire to keep your back arched. Balancing on my knees, I placed my left hand beneath your right butt cheek and with my fingers, I spread your love even wider. I began with slow long strokes in and out. I wanted us to concentrate on the feeling of my dick shaft radiating against your inner pussy walls. Each time I came out, I would pull my cock all the way to the tip to allow you to feel the head once again as I drove it into you. By now you had your right hand on my butt and your left hand on my neck. Your eyes were closed and I even thought I noticed a tear rolling down your left cheek. In spite of the nice oceanic breeze that continually greeted us, both our bodies glistened with tiny beads of perspiration. Noticing the beauty of the glow of the moon on our wet bodies, you stuck out your tongue and took a long lick of my chest. This was more than I could handle. I had to change up.

When I started pumping in slow circular movements, you bit your bottom lip and grabbed my butt with both hands. You raised your legs higher into the air and gently rested your heels on my butt. I could see the muscles in your shoulders flex as you grabbed harder and harder at my butt. After each full circular movement, I would quickly and deeply thrust into you, causing you to make a short high-pitched moan. Then you took your hands and began to push me on my chest. I realized you wanted me to kneel straight up and pump into you that way. What I didn’t immediately realize was that you also wanted to be able to reach your own clit while I pumped in and out. As my circular motions continued, you began rubbing your clit with one hand. This was an amazing sight for me. With your other hand, you reached for my balls and started gently fondling them as I glided in and out.

“Turn over, sweetie,” I told you.

Your expressionless face told me that you were too caught in the moment to verbally respond. You simply turned over and placed your glorious ass at my stomach level. I had to admire your form for a moment. Your butt was perfectly round and the color of slightly darkened caramel. As I knelt there admiring you, my cock continued to throb impatiently. Similarly, you moved your hips up and down and around and around, still apparently feeling me inside you.

With both hands, I steadied your hips as I entered you from the back. I knew immediately that I was positioned rather well against your G-spot because I could feel myself rub against the wall as I pushed into you. I reached over and under with my right hand to rub your clit while I placed my left hand on the ground to balance myself. Before I even began to move, you began pumping back into me. I decided to stay very still because I knew if I moved too much, I would definitely cum and I didn’t want to just yet. Your hips moved around and up and down on my dick like a well-oiled machine. Throes of pre-orgasmic waves were beginning to take over me. I could never handle doggie-style all that well. As I pushed in and out, you once again reached under to cup my balls with one hand. Sensing that I was about to cum, you quickly got out from under me, flipped me over and climbed on top. Facing me, you rested your chest on mine and buried your face in my neck. Only moving your hips, you squeezed your pussy muscles and began to expertly fuck me. I wrapped my arms around you and with all my might concentrated on making my dick as hard as possible. I held on tight. You held on tighter. Suddenly we both began to jerk and buck. I knew you were cumming and I was, too. As I shot my load into you, you yelled with each spurt but you kept pumping. Your thighs quivered so strongly as you came that my knees were knocked together. You kept pumping until the very last drop of cum was sucked from my dick. We both collapsed, breathing hard.

We lay there still and quiet; simply holding each other. I loved the way I felt inside you. I loved the way my chest muscles shivered, causing your entire body to shake in return. We lay there letting our senses roam. With massage oils, tropical breezes, and the afterglow of lovemaking permeating the air, I knew, my every sense knew, we belonged together.

I’ll Be Invisible

V. Anthony Rivers

There have been moments in my life recently that have made me sit back and wonder why I am who I am. I mean, sometimes the decisions I make are a real trip. I’m a fool sometimes, always trying to discover new opportunities and taking chances with my direction in life. Hell, I’m married to a beautiful woman and we have one child on the way. My wife’s name is Porsia Marie Gordon, standing about five-nine and a half, weighing about 155 pounds, light-skinned, and proportioned in all the lovely places. Hell, when she comes to bring me lunch sometimes on my job, the fellas and even the women notice how beautiful she is.

“Yo, man, is that you?” one of my co-workers asked me one time.

“Yeah, that’s my wife,” I responded nonchalantly.

Dude just started shaking my hand excitedly while looking at my wife with that universal “Damn, she fine!” expression written all over his face. Strangely enough, I didn’t care if he looked, and that’s been my problem lately. I’ve just been in a “ho hum” state of mind recently about everything. I’m working here in dot-com heaven, thinking that sitting in front of a computer eight hours a day is gonna make me a rich man. Then as I said, I have my wife, a new baby on the way, and I’m considering going to graduate school. All that sounds positive to anyone listening but I’m just feeling bored with it all. I thought that buying that new PlayStation would get me excited about life, but even that failed. I took up playing basketball with the fellas at work on the weekends but, again, I would just end up yawning my way through that experience. I was feeling like I needed something to spruce up my life and return me to being a man who was passionate about everything he touched. I mean, I used to walk around with my chest sticking out all the time, acting like every word I said should have an exclamation point behind it. A true brotha with the appearance of a playa, but at the same time, one that should be featured prominently on the front page of some black gentleman weekly magazine. I’m remembering a time when I definitely had it going on and believe you me, my motivation back then had me smiling for days. Plain and simple, the fuel I needed and got was S-E-X. I got me some all the time and it was that pursuit that led me to my wife.

I met Porsia four years ago when our company hired her consulting firm. I was kind of pissed to hear that they were having someone come in to tell us what we needed so that our company could run and operate more efficiently. That kind of shit only brings about the conclusion that people should be laid off and more work should be given to those that remain. Yeah, I was definitely walking around with a serious attitude and looking like some new-generation militant with my multi-colored beret, and a Microsoft necktie on. I’m only kidding about the beret, but a brotha did have attitude, initially. Then on the second day that the firm was going through files and meeting folks around the office, they introduced one of three consultants that would be working closely with us.

“Everyone, this is Porsia Turner. She’ll be with us for the next couple of months, so make her feel welcome!” our boss announced. Everybody in the office let out a simultaneous “Hey Porsia!” and I was looking at her like “Shit, I need to get with her real quick!” I started to walk toward her but others who admired this gorgeous new consultant intercepted my efforts.

“Dude, I’m ’bout to mess up some paperwork so they can have her come over and investigate my ass, ya heard me!” my friend Keith whispered to me.

“I know what you mean, she is fine,” I said while keeping my eyes focused on Porsia.

My imagination was working overtime as everyone around disappeared from my focus and I could only envision myself nibbling on her lobes and working my way down until I reached her hot spot. For some strange reason, I was having a craving for caramel syrup. I started licking my lips and imagining how sweet that would taste right about now. That alone inspired a lovely vision of Porsia sitting on my desk, leaning back and wearing only the bottom half of that black mini-skirt suit she’s wearing right now. I could see myself pouring the syrup on her nipples and just licking and sucking and licking. Damn, I would just be devouring that lady and I know she’d love it!

“Yo, dude, you think she’ll go to lunch with me?” Keith asked.