I am in the process of writing this book Title Pistachio Creme. This book is erotic but leads you with a compelling story of triumph, self growth, passion, love, anger and power. I give you just a little to see if this is something that might interest or should I say arouse your thoughts. Enjoy!
Without passion life would be boring.
Chapter 1 – partially
The tip of his fingers pressing into my hips as my pelvic is tilted upward. I feel the pressure of his penis inside my vaginal walls, contracting as if squeezing his penis. The hissing but sibilant sound of my breath arouses him as he talks dirty to me. The excitement of fucking in my office makes it more intense. As he grabs my ass, pulling me closer to his body his penis penetrates deeper inside me. A strong outburst of passion overpowered my emotions forcing me to dig my nails into his muscular back. He begins to talk louder and I quickly covers his mouth; whispering shhhh. The gushing sounds of my vagina initiates an explosion of pure pleasure. Our bodies locked in place; the sound of our breath is still and for a moment, time stopped.
“Damn, that was off the hook”, whispered Malik as he slowly pulls himself out of me. I can’t resist looking at his wet dick gradually exiting my temple of delight. The drippings of his nut hanging from the tip of his penis make me horny all over again.
Malik is 6 feet 2 inches tall, long and strong, at least 7 inches and fat as hell.
My cum still on his penis, I get on my knees and lick it clean.
“Ummm. I love the way I taste,” I softly said as I rose to my feet.
“If I didn’t know any better I would think you were trying to turn me out”, Malik says with a smile on his face.
I laugh hysterically. “I dare you insinuate that I would do such a thing,’ while kissing him on his soft, full lips.
Malik Davenport, fine as he wanna be. Tall, dark, and delicious are the only words I can describe this fine specimen. He’s always well dressed and neat. And the man have abs of steel and that ass is tight like a football player. Every Wednesday we meet in my office for some serious office sex. Sometimes I create false computer issues just so that he can come to my office for some fun. I met Malik a few months ago while he was on a contract with the company I work for called Henderson & Clark. Malik works on our computer security system through a company called Emerald Computers and Security. Just a few weeks in my computer had completely crashed. He walked into my office smelling glorious. Of course, I played it off as if he didn’t exist in my world while he bent over me to show me how to work the new program installed on my computer. Lord had mercy, I wanted to nibble on his arm and work my way to his nipple. Can a woman even fantasize like this about a man she doesn’t know? He left that day from my office and I masturbated at my desk, imagining him fucking the shit out of me on my desk. Well, I guess some fantasies come true.
“When can I see you again?” asked Malik
“I don’t know. I have been overwhelmed with this new product we just introduced and I have a gala to attend on Saturday. Can we play it by ear?
“What’s up Tania? Malik said with a concerned look on his face.”
“What’s up with what?”
Malik grabs his suit jacket and straightens up his tie. “You only call me to fuck nowadays. I ask you on dates and you’re never available. Hell all you do is text so half of the time I don’t know how to take you. So what the fuck is up with us so I will know how to precede?”
“You are confusing me Malik. I thought we discussed that we were just going to be friends and figure out the rest later. Now we are an item because we’re fucking on a regular? You know I don’t have time for a man. Shit, I am trying move up in company as it is growing.” I start tucking my blouse back into my pleated skirt.
Malik picks up his brief case and stands by my office door. “Okay, it’s cool baby. Didn’t mean to damper your day. Have a good one.”
I call his name. “Malik!” With no response as he walks out the door, I call his name again. “Malik!”
Malik continues to walk out the door as if he didn’t hear me. All I could think is wow, for real though.
I am Tania Allen, Sales and Marketing assistant to Damian Kellar, Sales and Marketing Manager for Henderson & Clark fine products. Henderson & Clark (H.C.) is a minority-owned company established in 2004. H.C. sells African American hair products and specializing in weave. The company has its own salon located on the lower floor of the building which enables them to provide the salon with all the products necessary to keep African American women looking their best. I have always prided myself on looking fabulous. Most people who know me would say I am a diva. But truly at home I am just a down home girl who loves her ball caps, flip flops and showing my sexy thighs –Nothing more, nothing less. Of course, when it’s time to get fab, well let’s just say I come dressed to the T. Oh Lord, did I say T…Lol!
I love my job and what I do. I am committed to Damian and making sure the sales and marketing department is performing beyond the best. Damian and I have some history together. We both started in this company as Sales Representatives. Sometimes I think our inappropriate professionalism made me lose my position as manager and gave him the title. I was pissed. The Vice President of Sales and Marketing of Henderson & Clark, Jasmine Summers had a thing for Damian. And she knew that Damian and I was an item. This heffa would make sure I had over 10 clients to handle a day just so I could not complete my orders in a timely fashion while Damian would get 5 tops daily. The only reason I didn’t whoop that thots’ ass is because I really respect her father and CEO of the Company, Pernell Summers.
Now Damian, the man I swore I was going to marry. Successful, intelligent, handsome, athletic and just everything I was looking for in a man. And the dick was great! Damian was a thin man but well built. I use well-built in terms of a round ass, kind of cocky. He had a little bit of a tummy but it went well with the dick. I mean this man could make me cum multiple times back to back. I remember this one night after work Damian invited me over to his apartment for dinner. I wore a sundress with no panties on. My vagina was bald with a strip of hair just before you get to my clitoris. I was already dripping wet just thinking about Damian inside me. As I knocked at the door, I composed myself so that I was in control of the situation at hand.
“Well hello beautiful”, exclaimed Damian as he invited me into his home.
The aroma scent of jasmine and vanilla fills the room. Of course the remarkable keen scent of Donna Karan, ‘Be Delicious’ covers my body with a splash of Vicky Secret ‘Dreamgirl’ starting combustion of sensual gratification.
“What you cooking baby? It smells delicious.”
Damian wipes his hands onto his apron, draped across those luscious thighs with the definition of showing his femur muscle. You guessed it. He is naked and cooking dinner. What a combination? His body is glistening from body oil. His triceps muscle popping in and out from picking up utensil after utensil. And the eagle wing tattoo across his back underneath his broad shoulders silhouettes off the light. I am finding it hard to not start playing with myself.
“I’m cooking steak smothered in my secret sauce, baked potato and steamed vegetables. I baked your favorite dessert, peach cobbler.” Damian says with a sexy smile. Before I could interrupt him, “Yea baby, I got the whipped cream,” he quickly informed me.
I am tickled by the interruption bit moreover impressed. He remembered my favorite. That’s special. Before I could sit down, Damian expressed that I should get comfortable.
“Take that dress off and leave on your shoes,” abruptly he says.
“Baby I thought we would eat first,”
“We are. In the nude,” he replied. “Now take it off slowly, I want to watch you undress.”