Succulent (Chocolate Flava 2)

“It’s okay for me to do any damn thing I please in here.” He kissed my cheek. “I’m Jaylen Mat—”

“I know who you are, Mr. Matthews. Every woman within a five-city radius knows who you are.”

“Yeah? Who might you be?”

“Carol.”

“And as lovely-sounding as one, I might add. Carol who?”

“Barnes; nothing exotic, nothing romantic, just regular old Carol Barnes.”

“Not from my standpoint. You’re ravishing, and I enjoyed pleasing you. Can I please you again?”

“I’m not a shareholder, just a member. I was actually scared you’d turn me in over being where I shouldn’t have been.”

“You were exactly where you were supposed to be, Carol Barnes—and I’m supposed to be here with you.”

I relaxed, knowing he wasn’t going to turn me over to the cops, or even the sex police. Sex police, huh? That sounded good, too!

His hands covered my breasts, much the same way they did in my daydream. He stroked the tight tips with his thumbs, then replaced them with his lips. He sucked them ferociously, licking them like they were candy. My head reared back as he moved from my breasts, licking up and down my neck. My arms wrapped so tightly around him that I thought I’d squeeze him to death; it only made his cock that much harder.

As the water continued to drench us, he lifted me into his arms; my legs hugged his hips. I felt the tip of that delicious cock play with my opening, tease it, rub up and down on it. I faced him, staring into those delicious gray eyes of his. “I want everything from Mr. Everything.”

“I’ve had many names, but that’s the best one. So, you want everything, huh?”

“Every single drop.”

“I’ve got a lot to give. You should be careful what you ask for.”

“I don’t care about anything, just give me what you own, Mr. Everything with gray eyes and beautiful brown skin.”

His muscles tightened around me; our bodies pressed against the wall. Within seconds, by body was implanted with the most outstanding cake of dynamite to ever ignite. He pounded away inside of me so expertly and smoothly I thought he was born inside me.

We finished an hour later, but when we tried to leave, the building was locked in every area. I knew Jaylen had a passkey somewhere, but he argued up and down that he’d left it at home; simply an excuse to stay with me the rest of the night. That was exactly what happened, and we made love all night.

The next morning after our shower, he dressed and left while I took an extended shower. After stepping from the nice, hot stall, Jaylen left a message on the steamy mirror. “I left you my passkey. Meet me here later tonight and we’ll do it all again. See you soon, my ‘not so plain Carol Barnes.’”

I kissed his key, then slipped it into my purse. Yes, the girls would never believe this!

Sure, we had our love affair, and it was a dandy one, too. In fact, it was so scrumptious that he decided a good thing could last forever. We’re now engaged and making plans to purchase our own fitness center.

Cougar

Zane

I never heard of the term cougar until I became one: a woman in her forties who exclusively craves young dick. I only wish that I had started in my thirties. Then I would have been called a bobcat.

I don’t merely crave young dick, I worship it. It has become my mantra: “Young dick! Young dick! Young dick!” I often chant it on my way out to clubs in Charlotte. Now, do not get me wrong. When I say “young dick,” I do mean “legal dick.” I’m not trying to get locked up for humming on a teenybopper’s mic.

Umm, thinking about giving head always drenches my panties. Some women like to go shoe shopping. Some women like to collect antiques. Some women like to play tennis on Saturday aft

ernoons. I like to swallow dicks—whole; young dicks.

Last January, I celebrated my fortieth birthday with a host of family and friends. It was quite a milestone for me but it was also a rude awakening. I realized that men my age could no longer turn me on, rather less turn me out. They were either too worn-out, too stressed-out, or damn near impotent. You would think that a man over forty, with more than likely at least twenty years of fucking experience under his belt, would know how to satisfy a woman. Not! At least not the ones I was getting to know in the biblical sense.

I decided to go older and started dating Alfred. That was my first and last experience with a man in that age range. Shit, he was near sixty and had been fucking since I was born. What a pathetic, lousy fuck he turned out to be. His breath was as foul as a clove of garlic to boot. When he “attempted” to eat my pussy, I had to hold my nose because his breath threatened to make me faint.

Have you ever had a man who spent more time blowing in your pussy than eating it? That was Alfred’s ass. One night I was scared shitless that he might actually give me an embolism. I quickly changed positions, sucked him off until he came like a bolt of lightning, and told him to take his raggedy ass home in his raggedy-ass car.