Caramel Flava

He’s begging me now and I jump to stand on the counter, one foot on either side of his waist. I lower myself into a squat, letting him nuzzle into the slick folds.

There’s a knock at the door. I slap Tal’s face when he looks over.

“Focus. It looks like you’ll need to work a little.”

I start to come as soon as his fingers sink into my shoulders. I am bent over so quickly that the breath is knocked out of me. His fits his hand over my skull and presses my cheek into the countertop. He throws my dress over my back.

I try to reach back toward him, hands curling.

“Rosa, tell me it’s okay…”

“Jesus, Tal, you have to do it.”

He slides in as soon as I begin to speak, and the last word stretches into an unhinged wail. He has time for only one slow rotation of his hips, caressing the wet, aching inner walls. The little butterfly cracks when I grind it into the Formica. As he starts to thrust, I push my hands into the mirror so that I can writhe against him, the pleasure flashing from the base of my spine and spreading throughout my body. For a long moment I’m half-dead, stretched tight and still except for my cunt opening and closing on him like a sea anemone.

He releases my head and rests heavily on me when he comes, sobbing “fuck, fuck” with his last thrusts. Stars are circling brilliant in front of my eyes, white and gold and violet.

Five minutes later, the icy midnight sucks the air out of our lungs. We steal through the back parking lot, clinging to each other under our coats. The music fades into the wind behind us.

Closet Freak

Secretos dentro el armario

Pat Tucker

The sensation of my flesh being stretched so wide it tears was overwhelming. My breathing quickened and I gasped for air, but I still gyrated my pelvic area and rocked my hips. I spread

my legs wider; my muscles tightened and gripped him, pulling him in deeper. Humid warmth blanketed the room. Although it was nearly stifling, a sense of electricity hung in the air. Smacking sounds and heavy breathing filled the musky room.

“Oh, yes, Papi! Yes! Right there!”

“You like? You like?”

“SSssss, ooooooh yesss!”

I dug my nails into his muscular back, then I felt it. A little ripple that flowed from the very tips of my toes, shot through my veins and up my legs. Ripples turned to warm and flowing waves tingling up my thighs. I exhaled, shut my eyes tightly and clung to the feeling. Sweet pleasure danced back and forth with each stroke, almost teasingly as he slowly pulled out, then mounted tremendously as he pumped in.

I dug my nails deeper into his back, at first guiding, then all but shoving him into my wet bottomless hole.

“OHMIGOD! You hittin’my spot!” I screamed.

“Where?” He pumped. “Right there?”

“Oh shit yes! Yeesss! Fuck me—please fuck me! Yes! I’m uh, I’m cumming, Papi…Oh shit…”

My insides tingled, my heartbeat increased and my breath was caught in my throat. The waves crashed, sending electricity from muscle to muscle, vessel to vessel through my veins and shooting up to my brain. I felt my scalp searing and my eyes began to water. My nipples stiffened as spasms rushed through my entire body. Shock waves flooded my clit; my walls tightened, released, then throbbed. I felt him jerk, and I tightened my walls, determined to drain him.

“Ugh,” he moaned.

I held on.

“Ugh.” He grabbed my hair.

When he exploded, even though he was deep inside me, I felt an intense burning sensation. It had me teetering on the edge of pleasure and pain; satisfaction was within reach.

“Oh God! That was good,” he mumbled.

“You dirty bitch!”