So, I’ve been thinking..
I’ve written a few stories now that are told from the female perspective – DeeDee Walker, Eva, Kemi, Tannisha etc. and I think its time to introduce a male protagonist; the question is which one?
This is where you can help create the next series or ‘diaries’ from Mr E. simply vote for your favorite male character and then sit back and watch their stories come to life. voting ends on 31st July.
you’ve got eight choices
Chinedu Ajuru – tongueologist
Dexter Clarke – Mr 3D
Glenmore Michaels – third leg
Bola Isaiah Green – Mr PDA
Adrian Adams – 4th emergency service/body party
Femi – coffee, cake and kink
Moses – kemi’s choices
Marcus – Eva’s submission
It was 10:30 in the evening and Eva was working on her talk show. She was playing over her conversation with Bookie.
‘You’re fucking lying!? You serious? But you don’t know what he looks like; you don’t know who he is.’ Bookie blurted down the phone.
‘I know, I know! But it’s just so fucking sexy. It’s crazy I know but he just makes my pussy so wet; it’s not normal but so natural.’ Eva replied.
Bookie was silent for a moment and Eva could hear her brain ticking over down the phone line.
‘Well, you and I are the same so if true be told I’m fucking jealous; you need to find me one of my own. Having someone control me like that is making my pussy get wet just at the thought.’ Bookie said breaking the silence.
The two girls burst into laughter. Bookie asked Eva to make sure she filled her in on ALL the details after she met Marcus.
‘It’s been a little while since I’ve had me some outlandish fun so right now I’m living vicariously through you girlfriend.
Another eruption of laughter before the girls conversation drifted onto work, life, family and then back to Marcus. Read more…
Eva had been speaking with Marcus for over a month and their conversations and banter had been flowing like they’d known each other for years. It would go from jovial, to intellectual to sexual and then back to jovial all in minutes; and all seamlessly. It wasn’t just that the rapport between them was great there were two factors that made this new connection even more appealing. Firstly there was the fact that she actually had never met or seen Marcus. They had ‘met’ on twitter after a friend of hers had retweeted one of his tweets so she decided to follow him. One day he randomly commented on her hair that they looked liked dreads and he like them; from they instantly clicked. They spent several weeks sending each other 140 character messages until one day Marcus sent her a message with his number in it. Eva smiled at his old school gentleman approach:
“Forgive me if I’m being forward but 140 characters limits our convo, may I offer my tel. 07539 XXX XXX. My intentions r honourable.”
She added him on Whatsapp and before she knew it Eva and Marcus were sending messages back and forth throughout the days … and nights. They were both night owls and would message until 1, sometimes 3am. Even though Eva hadn’t seen Marcus she was drawn to his vibe and personality. For her it was refreshing getting to know someone solely based on them as a person and not their looks.
The second, the most appealing factor about Marcus and their rapport, was the fact their unique sexual disposition matched perfectly; he was dominating, she was submissive. The sexual energy between them was intense. He understood and played with her sexually submissive side in a way that made Eva feel comfortable, relaxed and most of all very wet. Eva was intelligent, articulate, upwardly mobile and confident. She was a TV presenter on a Nigerian cable station and had her own talk show which had been running for 2 years. However, Eva loved to be dominated by a man; for him to take control and command her and Marcus understood and match her perfectly. Read more…
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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…
My job as a project manager requires that I manage several aspects of several projects at once. My days are filled with preparing top-down structured project plans, comprising product breakdown structures, Gantt charts and endless meetings. In short I multitask like a mo’fo! So, I need a man that can do the same in the bedroom; no one trick ponies up in my stable. He can have a forte but that cannot … I repeat cannot be his only trick. I need a man that is an all-rounder but a good all-rounder. Let me explain: Marcus thought he was the Mr Marcus of the porn world. He’d talk how he was going to beat up the pussy, make me cum and deal wid da case – I’d give him that he was long like a porn star and could fuck like one – but could not do foreplay if he’s life depended on it. He’s idea of foreplay was to whip out my titties, suck on my nipple, stick his hands in my knickers, finger me, try to get some head for 20 mins, spend 1 min giving my nukku attention and then fuck. After a while, and numerous encounters, Marcus became my DOB (Dick Only Buddy). I knew with Marcus I wasn’t going to get any foreplay, no seduction, no build up and certainly no nukku trembling oral – just straight dick. Now, I know for some sisters that’s a dream but I have sex with my whole body not just my nukku. A man needs to fuck my mind, body and soul; move me and please me from head to toe and back again. Read more…
Sorry I’ve been a little absent of late but I’ve been busy editing the forthcoming book. It’s been a long slog but fun reading over old poems and stories to include in my first ever book :-)
The book’s title, which is yet to be revealed (i.e. I haven’t decided on it yet) will be an ebook so you can read on the go. It’ll include some of the best poems and stories that you’ve loved so far such as ‘Coffee, Cake and Kink’, ‘Opportunity Knocks’, ‘Bedroom Poet’, ‘Seven’ and ‘Wetness’. They’ll also be some new poems and stories that will only be included within the book and not posted on the blog.
So many of you asked about Tannisha and her antics in the coffee shop; even more asked about Nkechi and her first squiring session and what happened next. Well, you’ll be glad to know they’ll both be back!
The book will include stories based around both characters and their indulgences. The stories will be:
- Coffee, Cake and Kink: the prequel
- Coffee, Cake and Kink: next chapter
- Opportunity Knocks: the prequel – Nkechi and Moses
- Opportunity Knocks: the next chapter
- Opportunity Knocks: The party – Adenike’s adventures
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