“A little past one.”
“I tried to wait up for you.”
“You’re so sweet.” He pulled me closer and kissed my forehead with his soft L.L. Cool J lips. “I love you, gorgeous.”
Then Kamar kissed me with a lip-teasing, toe-tingling, body-cracking kiss that stole my breath away. With one swift movement, he was on top of me. I gasped as he entered me, maneuvering all eight thick, long inches inside. I bit into his shoulder to stifle the scream that was so close to shattering his eardrum. The pleasure that I was experiencing rocked my soul. It was so intense that, within minutes, I was trembling with the most amazing orgasm that I’d ever had. Then I realized that Kamar was the one making love to me. Kamar continued to pump into me like a runaway train. He couldn’t hold back any longer. I could feel his hot juices pummeling the walls of my pussy.
Then he cried out my name. “Oh, Maxxine, Maxxine! I’m cumming, baby.”
I pretended to cry out to him. My voice was saying, “Kamar, cum for me, baby,” but in my mind, I was seeing the face of KWC624: Kenneth Warren Cooley. I yearned to know what he would feel like inside me. Could Kenneth make my toes curl and crack my back, or was he all talk?
After we made love for the next ten minutes, Kamar drifted off to sleep, leaving me wide-awake and yet again unsatisfied. As I watched him sleeping so peacefully, I caressed his stubbly cheek tenderly and thought to myself, Where did all your passion go? I whispered those sentiments to him, but he was sound asleep.
I didn’t do anything the entire weekend: no girlfriends, shopping, or work. My husband had started working on the weekends, even though weekends were our sacred time together, too. Well, except for during football season. Thinking about Kamar’s work schedule angered me so I switched my focus to Kenneth. Fucking him was all I wanted.
“Maxxine, stop tripping, girl!” I told myself continually.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I went upstairs, booted up my laptop, and got in the bed. My heart was pounding rapidly, then I started laughing. It was ridiculous to get so excited and moist over some man from online, but he was a fine piece of chocolate.
“He probably forgot all about our chat,” I vaguely said to myself. “Well, here goes.”
I signed on. I checked my emails and noticed KWC624 had sent three. Just seconds after I read the last one, I received an instant message from Kenneth.
KWC624: Hello!
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MAXXINE: Hi, I was just reading your emails. Thank you.
KWC624: You’re welcome. How are you?
MAXXINE: I’m doing well.
KWC624: That’s good to hear, dear. So how for real are you? Do you want a good man?
MAXXINE: I believe any woman would want nothing less, but I already have one.
KWC624: Well, that’s what you deserve, Maxxine.
I didn’t respond to his message until he sent me another.
KWC624: Have you missed me? Did you think of me at all after we signed off?
MAXXINE: Yes, I went to sleep with you on my mind.
KWC624: Really! What were you thinking?
MAXXINE: I was thinking about what you said to me.
KWC624: I want to be with you, dear.
MAXXINE: You know this will never work.
KWC624: Are you saying what I think you’re saying?
I hesitated about his question. My mind was rambling all over the place. I couldn’t think of an answer fast enough to type back before Kenneth did.
KWC624: Maxxine, are you there?