Succulent (Chocolate Flava 2)

Introduction

Succulent: Chocolate Flava II has been a labor of love. I would like to thank the contributors for their patience and for allowing me to share their talent with the world. Erotica has truly exploded over the past several years, particularly in the African-American market. I am pleased that the surge has occurred and will continue to try to give exposure to those who deserve to be read in this genre. The pleasure that I derive from being able to give others the opportunity to shine is indescribable. It is an honor to do so and I appreciate all of those who may have submitted something but did not get selected. There will be many more anthologies to come.

The success of the first Chocolate Flava surprised even me. It surpassed all sales expectations, as did Caramel Flava. It is my hope that you will enjoy this volume as well, because a growth has occurred. Many of my readers have expressed that Chocolate Flava was one of their favorite books. This will surely also become a favorite; it is definitely one of mine.

In my determination to shed the world of sexual oppression and repression, I am delighted to announce that Zane’s Sex Chronicles will premiere on Cinemax in April 2008. It has been such a marvelous journey and I am looking forward to the next leg: television and film. Addicted will be in theaters in 2008 and I want to thank all of you in advance for your support of both efforts.

I do need everyone to do me a tremendous favor. No book, no movie, and no television show can truly succeed if people do not know it exists. Word of mouth is essential and I need all of you to ask everyone that you know to join my email list by sending a blank email to [email protected] I want a million people on my email list; no, millions of people. For that, I need your help. Please spread the message to everyone you know. I would be deeply grateful for it.

With that said, I want each and every one of you to realize that you are truly loved and appreciated by me. I hope that you enjoy Succulent, which could have been called Suck-U-Length because a lot of that is going on in here. Also, please look for four select stories from The Sex Chronicles: Shattering the Myth on audio. They are hot! You can purchase them as an audio download online.

Remember to love hard but fuck even harder!

Blessings,

Zane

Succulent

The Quiet Room

Michelle J. Robinson

Patrice wasn’t sure which throbbing she wanted to quiet more—the throbbing between her legs or the throbbing in her head. For two consecutive weeks now she had awakened with a vicious headache, which today had progressed in sever

ity. Yet, despite the pounding in her head, she still got jittery between the legs watching that tall, dark, delicious man pass her desk. His name was Trevor and his ass looked like it was built from stone. Every time she saw his bald head she thought of how much she’d like to shine it with her own “special” lotion. Just as she was daydreaming about rubbing her thick, swollen pussy lips all over his face and head, she realized he was speaking.

“Good morning, Patrice.”

“Good…good morning, Trevor,” she stuttered.

“Hot enough for you?”

Patrice wanted to say, “Hot as a goddamned furnace—wanna blow it for me?”

Instead she said, “A little too hot,” and left it at that.

“Well, try to stay cool and let me know if you need a fan or something. I believe we have some extras in the storage room.”

Trevor was the firm’s facilities manager and it was his job to make sure that their office ran like a well-oiled machine and that the partners, attorneys, and staff were comfortable.

Her mind running on overtime, Patrice thought some more about his “well-oiled machine” and how much she’d like to grease it; that is, before reminding herself she was married.

Trevor hesitated a moment, as if he wanted to continue the conversation, but instead wished her a pleasant day and continued walking.

Trevor couldn’t help but notice feminine, felinelike Patrice. Her slanted eyes and agile body reminded him of a jungle cat that, when tamed, purred like a kitty cat. Years ago they had a phrase for women built like Patrice— a brick shithouse —and that she was; standing approximately 5'5", Patrice wasn’t a big woman, but those 38Ds, those shapely legs, that tiny waist and round ass, meant she seldom went unnoticed; especially not by Trevor. He often visualized the stunning contrast of his dark chocolate complexion against her light chocolate form.

The stress at home was clearly beginning to get to Patrice, and this morning’s headache made it impossible for her to function at the most basic of levels. Since leaving work and going home was definitely not an option, she decided she would use her lunch hour to get it together.

She had heard that there was a room in the office called the Quiet Room where you could go to nurse an illness or maybe even catch up on a little sleep if need be. As long as the room wasn’t occupied, it was on a first-come, first-serve basis. The key was kept at the receptionist’s desk, so Patrice went to retrieve it, hoping that no one else had.

“Hi, Gladys,” Patrice offered with a smile.

The receptionist at Perkins & Brightmon was a haggard old crone with a disposition to match. Patrice thought her face would crack, trying to play nice with the old bitch, but she hadn’t maintained her station in the corporate sector without her fair share of sacrifices.

“Is there a key to the Quiet Room here?” Patrice asked.

“Of course it’s here. Where else would it be?” Gladys answered snidely. “Sign the book and take the key that’s in the pocket. If the key is there, then it means the room is free.”

Patrice signed the book that Gladys motioned to and took the gold key from the binder pocket. There was a spot for IN and OUT. She signed her name and jotted 1:00 p.m. in the IN box. As she walked away, she realized she had no idea where the Quiet Room even was.