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The thoughts rolled around in Kemi’s head. Possibilities, scenarios and images of endless pleasures began to slide over each other in Kemi’s wet thoughts. She began to think about sucking on Moses while Nia sucked on her clit. She closed her eyes and stood still letting the imaginary sensation take over her.
‘Well!? What do you think of my proposal?’ Nia’s voice shook Kemi back to reality, made her jump.
‘Er, er … er … I … er … I don’t …er ….’ Kemi was overwhelmed. Nothing had been promised, no guarantee of sex made yet she was disoriented at the thought. She stammered trying to pull together her thoughts and a coherent sentence. Nia chucked down the phone.
‘It’s no pressure, its just three people having drinks and shaking a leg. I promise I’ll be a good girl … as long as you want me to that is. You know where I am. Text me if you’re coming and I’ll come out and meet you to so your fella can get in.’ Nia hung up.
Kemi’s heart galloped in her chest, raced hard; jumped fences of logic. It raced towards her desire to have both of them; to set in motion the hopeful inevitable outcome of them fucking. Kemi turned and walked back into the club and was swallowed by the baseline of Konshens ‘Gyal a bubble’ as she stepped through the doorway. She stopped in her tracks, taken by surprised at the song. She knew 80% of her work colleagues wouldn’t be able to understand the words let alone dance to it. Shocked at how the baseline hummed in her body amplifying her tingles. Her waist wanting to break free and whine, her booty wanted to bounce and flick. Bashment always made her horny but with the offer just laid on her plate. Who was awaiting her downstairs as well as at Candy Bar made her extra horny. Nia and Moses she thought to herself … Nia AND Moses. She descended the stairs back into the sea of PWC intoxicated staff. People danced. Rocked and swayed to the music. Bumping Kemi cause her to move to the rhythm of the crowd. Her pussy was wet. As she got deeper into the partying bodies she thought about Moses and how his hardness pressed on her earlier. Konshens’ lyrics were instructing her to bubble, to whine, asking the question ‘how dis party ah look suh?’ She saw Moses leaning against a wall watching his colleagues partying and waiting for her to return. The fresh air from outside made Kemi realise how much she had had to drink but she was too horny to care. She was a horny wild cat and Moses was her pray. She snuck through the tall grass of the crowd taking her time to approach Moses with stealth. Pausing and hiding behind clusters of people as not to be seen. Focused, deliberate, her moves patient as she approached with precision. Moses was looking to his left when she was ended up by his side. She cupped his dick in her hand causing him to jump and drop his glass.
‘Shit! what the fuck?’ Moses looked at Kemi with disbelieving shock.
Kemi lips curled upwards, her eyes full of lust, her smile sinister.
‘Grab your coat, we’re leaving.’ Read more…
Kemi went to get herself a glass of water and was mulling over her options … new experience or dick (albeit unconfirmed dick). Tongue or dick? new or unconfirmed? A bird in my bush is worth more than two balls that might end up in my mouth. Kemi’s thoughts swirled around in her head and sent her off into a dream state as she walked having fantasies about her options. As she turned the corner to the staff kitchen she bumped chest to breast into Moses. She had never touched Moses and his body felt as solid as it looked and almost knocked her backwards off her feet. Moses reached for Kemi and grabbed her arm pulling her into his body so she didn’t fall over. Her clit started to stomp and kick as they stood in shock from their
body-to-body head-on collision.
‘shit! sorry Kemi. You ok?’ Moses asked
Kemi wanted to say ‘No, my pussy is hurt, can you kiss it better please?’ but decided against such blunt crudeness.
‘yeah, im fine. I should apologies I was in my own little world.’ She replied. Read more…
It had been a long and cold winter and mood in the office for the last 5 months was depressing. Everyone was always complaining about the cold, the rain, the wind and most of all the snow. Kemi’s floor, at the head office of Price Waterhouse and Cooper, was called the chocolate floor; not through corporate racism but it was the floor with the most and best looking black men and women in the 15 floor building overlooking the Embankment and the River Thames.
Moses was one of the best looking men on her floor and he and Kemi had a good rapport and often flirted while at work. However, it never went beyond that and they never hooked up outside the work place. It was one of those keep it at work, make the day go faster, eye candy kind of things. That was all about to change as there was going to be an office after work get together that evening. Kemi had only been with the company 3 months and heard that the office regularly had after work drinks in one of the bars along the river. She had also heard that many a fling and office links had come out of these notorious gatherings. Kemi was hoping that tonight would be her chance to see if Moses was on it or would be forever relegated to the ‘flirt at work’ category. She, like most of the women in the office had made use of the corporate membership at Virgin Active gym and had been getting her body in shape for her summer holiday to JA and Brazil. Moses claimed to be working out too, although she had never really seen much evidence of it besides him carrying his gym back into work everyday. Moses was forever carrying his over-sized gym bag into the office throughout the winter and well into the new year. Every lunch time he’d disappear saying he was going gym. However, Kemi never saw the difference all this gym attending was doing; that was until today when the sun finally showed its face and everyone in the office was wearing less. Ladies showed up in short skirts and dresses, strappy tops with plunging necklines. The men lost the jumpers, thick coats and blazers and walk around in just shirt and trousers. Kemi could now see the results of him carrying that oversize gym bag of his into the office everyday and going to the gym. His white fitted short clung and stretched around his bulging biceps. The material was tort and tight and looked like it was about to tear to reveal a sea of chiselled muscles. It lay flat across his back, playfully hinting and the solid sculpture structure. As for the front view; Kemi got wet every time he walked past. His chest was broad, raised, and thick and flowed down into his flat rippled stomach. The highlight of the frontal view was the protuberance that leaned down his right leg; its rounded form and domed shaped tip made her tingle everytime. She instantly would imagine how it would feel inside her, imagined it filling her, sliding it into her mouth, imagined feeling his body pressed against hers as they fucked – Moses made her wet end of. No matter how engrossed she was in her work, not matter how urgent the deadline or the call or the email she was typing, she’d always be distracted by him walking passed. She would find herself pausing to drink in the vision of him. She was always discreet as to not be seen, always sly with her glances but at times the horniness took her and she was simply blatant with her ogling. Read more…
Body party pt2
…My nukki was soaked in her own wetness. I could feel my damp knickers against my nukki’s folds and it was making me even hornier. I wanted to fuck Adrian there and then. Wanted to throw him down on the table, on top of the food, and ride his dick – fuck him hard and wild. Fuck him like I wanted to break the 10 foot long solid oak table we were seated at. It was taking all my strength to restrain myself from raping him there and then. I had calmed down from my pending orgasm but was still breathing slightly heavy. My nipples were hard and I felt flush and hot; it’s a good thing I’m black because otherwise my flushed cheeks would have shown. I looked at Adrian who was still talking to Jerome and acting like nothing didn’t happen. I gazed at him and was torn between astonishment and frustration; he was so calm that I wanting to slap him for almost making me cum. Maybe he felt my eyes in the back of his head because he turned around and smiled at me. He still had that smug look on his face. I wanted to know what he was thinking, how he managed to remain so calm and act like nothing had happened. Actually, I wanted to do the same to him in some way. Tease him, play with him, bring him to the brink of bussin’ a nut and then stop. Make the fucker hard and weak at the same time. However, I knew that revenge is a dish best served cold so I’ll wait to strike back; wait until he wasn’t expecting. Read more…
It had been a hectic day at work and Coco was sure glad it was Friday. The only thing that got her through the day was DJ Face playing on Flames FM from 10-1 that day. She was glad she could just plug in her headphones, log on and listen to him play her favourite tunes while she was at work. However, today was extra special beacuse he was hyped up about the Britjam reunion party happening the following day at CLUB CC2 (Colloseum Complex). She had gone to BritJam and it was truly epic; it was the highlight of holiday and raving year. Coco was hype too as 1. She was going to the rave 2. DJ Face was doing a special slow jam session later that evening to cover for another DJ on the station. Coco was a slow jam freak. She loved the baseline, the tempo but most of all the lyrics. The amount of slow jams she had she could have been a DJ herself. If there was one sure way to get her in the mood, feeling horny and wet it would be slow jams. DJ Face dropped some tunes that morning and Coco sturggle to not whine up herself in her chair or give him a ‘brap, brap’ in the middle of the office. She even struggled to not nod her head too much while she listened to the show. After DJ Face’s show finished at 1pm the rest of the day seemed to drag so Coco decided to listened to his mix CD to get her through the day. At 5 o’clock sharp Coco shut down her computer and left the office. She refused to stay late on a Friday 1. She wanted to do a bit of shopping that evening 2. It was Friday and Friday and working late don’t go together.
On the way home Coco smiled to herself as she anticipated to tunes DJ Face would be dropping later that night. As she emerged up the stairs from Brixton station she was greeted by the usual noise, sights and human traffic of Brixton high street – it was to high street that never slept (kind of like New York but it was South London). She turned left and walked towards Iceland where her incense man was every Friday. She had been buy from him for the last 4 years and stopped to chat with him before heading into the market. One of the things Coco loved about Brixton was that she could always catch a few shops open after work and could do her shopping. Shopping on Saturday morning in Brixton is long and not good for her temperament. By the time she got in it was 6:30 and Coco made dinner, called her girls to confirm details and outfits for tomorrow. She switched on her computer and logged on to Eroticnoire’s blog (www.eroticnoire.wordpress.com) for her daily fix of erotica. She finished reading the final part of ‘Coffee, Cake and Kink’. By the end of the story Coco was horny and wet. She decided it was a good time to have bath and her usual Friday night spliff to help her unwind and put calm her mind. Both the bath and spliff made Coco feel dozzy as she lounged on her sofa, so she set her alarm for 10pm so she could wake up for DJ Face’s slow jam show.
The buzzing of her phone alarm woke Coco up from a dream she was having about Femi from Eroticnoire’s story. She was wet and her nipples were hard. She couldn’t help herself so she went to her bedroom and her bedside cabinet and pulled out her rampant rabbit. She returned back into the living room, turned on her stereo and sat on the floor with her back resting against her sofa. The stereo came on and DJ Face had just started playing. She picked up her blackberry and sent him a message.
‘I’m locked in and ready for you to do me good with your slow jams – Coco’.
As soon as she sent the message DJ Face faded the song and gave her a shout out. Read more…
Body party pt1
I’m like most women; I like to be pampered, surprised and taken out. And if all three are combined then that’s extra brownie points as far as I’m concerned. Adrian, the guy I met at the wedding, called me out the blue and invited me out last week. We had seen each other a good few times … ok, we had fucked a good times but hadn’t spoken for about a month or so. So when he invited me out to a birthday dinner and to his boy’s club night I was surprised. One of the things that is cool about Adrian was that he was never overbearing or nukki hungry. Even though it was a straight sex flex between us we could still hang out and it was cool. It was kind of odd really; we weren’t friends, so can’t classify it as ‘friends with benefits’ and we weren’t straight ‘booty call’ i.e. we didn’t just call each other up say we wanted to fuck and have no dialogue. I’ve had couple of those bootycall flings and it’s good and intense but I like to know just a little about who I’m fucking. Plus it’s good to know them and where their head is at at all times. With all my partners I do my 50 questions, my 90 evaluation and trial period but still feel it’s good to talk (even if it’s a little). Adrian was on point and then some, in fact we actually would go out every once in a while on ‘dates’. I say it with inverted commas because as I said we were both clear it was just sex yet did things together – normally a big no-no for a fuck buddy.
So anyway, Adrian called me on the Wednesday asking me if I wanted to go to his friend’s birthday dinner and then on to his boy’s club night after. It was like he must have heard my bitching about how I need to reach a good rave real soon. It has been at least three months since I reached a club night let alone a good one. Adrian had manners (one of my top prerequisites for a fuck buddy) and even though I didn’t ask for it he apologised for not calling me in so long. Yes, I could have called him but he was old school like me and believed that a man should do the chasing – at least do more chasing than the woman. He told me that the dinner would be at The Ledbury in Nottinghill. Read more…
It was 9:40 when Eroticnoire rang the intercom.
‘Hello?’ she asked acting as if she didn’t know who it was.
‘Hi, I have a home delivery of squirts for a Ms Nkechi’ he replied
You’re late! She snapped, pretending to be an annoyed customer.
‘Ms Nkechi, I never ‘cum’ early.’ He responded.
She smiled. It seemed this man had a witty reply for everything. She pressed the buzzer and let him in. She knew the lift wasn’t working so it would take him a couple minutes to walk up the stairs. She waited by the door for him to knock. As she guesstimated where he’s be on the stairs she realised she had a full-blown, showing off her 32 teeth, smile on her face. She squeezed her cheeks trying to stop herself from smiling but it only made it worse.
Her logic looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
‘You acting like you never had someone play with your pussy before. I hope this brudda can really deliver like he says he can.’
Her logic pushed her nose up in the air.
Nkechi chucked to herself. Her logic gave her the mummy ‘this isn’t funny look’.
‘Why are you skinnin teet like this? Some random dude is on his way up to your flat and your skinnin teet like a 5 year old on xmas eve. I hope this pumpum santa got what u want in his sack.’ Her logic huffed.
Nkechi rolled her eyes and squeezed her cheeks again trying to get rid of the smile that was beginning to make her cheeks hurt.
The door knocked and Nkechi jumped. She had lost track of gauging where he would be on the stairs. She reached for the door then paused and waited for a moment. I can’t seem too keen. Keep calm she whispered to herself as she counted to 20. She slowly opened to reveal the mysterious and infamous Eroticnoire.
She immediately noticed his lips. They were full, plump and kissible. She couldn’t help but imagine them wrapped around her clit. He stood in the doorway not moving. He had broad shoulders, soft eyes, a low trim and a totally clean-shaven face. He’s handsome she thought to herself. Her logic sighed in relief.
‘Thank God for that!! I was expecting Shabba Ranks’ ugly brother!’
He smiled. ‘Hello Ms Nkechi, specially delivery from Eroticnoire home servicing.’ Read more…
Nkechi looked at her phone tapping the screen with her thumb.
‘mmmmmm’. She thought to herself as she mulled over the prospect of meeting Eroticnoire and most of all the prospect of squirting. Before her logic had time to catch up with her fingers she was typing on her BB.
‘Well, if you think you can make me squirt, if it your best shot (or should that be best suck). She pressed send and looked at the screen. Her logic had finally caught up with her and was gasping and panting trying to catch its breath.
Er … what the fuck are you doing Nkechi? Are you out of your mind?
Her logic has huffing and puffing after the Usain Bolt sprint it had to do to catch up with her quick and irrational message.
Nkechi could hear her logic very well as she was busy watching her BB screen. She was waiting as the ‘d’ had changed to ‘r’ signifying Eroticnoire had read her message; and was waiting for his reply. There was nothing. She looked at the screen and her heart began to thumb in her chest and echo in her ears.
Shit! I’ve upset and offended him. Shit, shit!!
Nkechi glared at her phone’s screen as her heart pounded in her chest. Her logic stood in front of her, arms folded kissing her teeth saying
‘see!! If you wasn’t so fast and waited for me none of this would have happened.’
Just then Eroticnoire’s status changed to ‘writing a message’. A momentary relief washed over Nkechi as she thought ‘phew’ he’s writing back was replaced by ‘shit, what if he’s about to cuss me’.
Nkechi’s logic smirked at her, giving her the ‘I told you so look’. Read more…
So here’s my new story. Its one where you get involved and decide what happens. At the end of each chapter you can vote on the three options that present themselves to the main character. Voting lasts for 4 days. The option with the most votes is where the story goes next. It’s your call, it’s your story – you decided.
Opportunity Knocks – pt 1
Nkechi pushed key in her door and stumbled into her flat which opened its arms and blanketed her in a cosy warm embrace. It was Friday and she was glad and amazed she had made it through the week as the 9-5 plantation was working her name was Kizzy. 5 business presentations, 4 networking events, 3 business lunches, 2 new projects to start and what felt like 1,000 meetings; she loved working in media but demanding was not the word for her job.
She dropped her handbag and kicked off her black Kurt Geiger shoes as she relished in the relief of being in her newly acquired flat. It had been only been 1 week since she moved in and while it was new and still need work, if felt familiar and comforting. As she walked along the hall way she pulled her white fitted shirt out her black pencil skirt and undid the buttons. She walked passed the full length mirror and caught a glimpse of her side profile. She smiled to herself as she could now see why Mabel was teasing her about trying to give the men in the office whiplash. Her fitted Zara skirt did somehow make her ample behind seem even more so, it was like a booty wonderbra. She burst out loud at her own silliness and wondered into her living room. Read more…