Busy Bodies (Chocolate Flava 4)
She opens dark eyes
heavy with lust
her fingers
feeling him
“Your cock is hard in my hand”
she breathes
“I want to feel you, feel your hunger for me”
“Fuck”
she moans to the darkness
shivering
shaking
urgent
her breath heavy
he watches
the rocking of her breasts
“Fuck me—Fuck me”
her voice urgent
demanding
primitive lust
seizes her body
sends her shuddering
Author Unknown
Birthday Special: The Gift of Trois
Cee Wonder
It is amazing what people will do when they are caught up in the moment. My girl, Sam, and I have been in a relationship for some time now. We have a pretty fulfilling sex life, and we are comfortable discussing sex. Recently, when Sam spent the night at my place, we watched the movie Trois. The story line involved a husband and wife attempting to add excitement in their bedroom by having a sexual liaison or threesome with another woman.
After the movie, as we shared pillow talk, I brought up the topic of ménage-à-trois and asked for her thoughts on it. We lay facing each other with Sam’s head nestled in the crook of my arm and chest.
“Hey, baby. What do you think about us getting down like that?” I asked as I lightly traced my fingers around her navel and grazed below the waist of her panty, just above the entrance to her manicured love garden. I looked down at her when I felt her body rhythmically react to the effects of my touch. Sam looked at me with a smirk and a look of disapproval on her face, as she studied mine.
“No, sir. I don’t think so. I ain’t the one. Uhm, nah, that’s not my thing” was her response as she appeared to entertain the possibility of her participating in some three-way action.
Our conversation continued with us talking about different scenes from the movie that we thought were very sexy and arousing. Sam teased my nipple with her fingernail and made a trail down my stomach until her fingers found the tip of my dick. Her hand explored my girth and length.
“Somebody’s not sleepy,” she moaned, and chuckled slightly as she felt the hardness and the moisture of my excited alter ego.