Valentine DayK
I'm already disappointed in myself. My gym membership card is already collecting dust on my bedside table. It was so pretty and shiny on the 2nd of January. I believe I set a World Record on quitting my New Year's resolution. I think I went twice the first week of January. Once for acquiring the membership and the other to show off my new yoga tight outfit. I was so cute.
The good news is, I'm having a good financial year. I finally paid off my last credit card and my 2018 Nissan Rogue is next. I should of never bought it new. The car salesman was hot though. He looked like Michael B. Jordan in that fight scenes in Black Panther. I was hoping he'd asked for my number to Wakanda Forever my inner thighs. I even bought the extra cup holders. Damn he was fine.
I do need to stop being picky though. I have a list of what my man should be. I mean in detail. His height, weight, muscle structure, skin tone, religion and even voice. My girlfriends are always telling me to burn the list. Or at least trim it like I need to do my armpits and coochie hairs. I'm not fucking, so let it grow, let it grow. let it grow. I hope I don't get sued by Disney. Maybe I'll be in part 3. I can play a talking snow ball.
My mother is still on my back about not being settled. Not giving her grand babies. I'm around babies all day at my job. I'm a Program Mentor at a non-profit and all I see is broken families with no father's. Not all, but most. It discourages me on even going that route, but hopefully I'll grow out of this funk.
I do want a family. I do want a couple of kids. I do want game night, movie night and don't forget about those family vacations. Sarcasm off please. Seriously, let's start with the essential first. A MAN Roxanne!
It's tough, but I'm working on it. Just ask my Talk Therapist. She probably, needs another Therapist after my sessions. I'm pretty sure I bought her that 2nd house recently. I'm at her office more than the receptionist. One time I even helped them with the phones. I'm pretty sure so many rules were broken that day. Moving forward story goers. I enjoy therapy! But even my sassy and beautiful therapist has that, "Girl, you need some dick!" look towards me. I see it in her eyes and body movement. Black women know what I'm talking about.
The list is gotta go. Not everything from it though. I'm willing to compromise. Maybe he can be 6'2" instead of 6'4". Look, we are compromising. Any shade of Black is good. I was stuck on that dark chocolate of a man. You know the one's that makes you say, "DAMN, DAMN, DAMN" like you Florida Evans on Good Times. The one's if you squirt baby oil all over there bodies while the candle light made his body glisten. Where was I? Oh yeah, the list. Remix the list.
Who is ringing my doorbell? Don't you hate when people don't call first? I bet it's Lucy, she never calls. Nope, it's the UPS delivery man. Wait, it's a woman with Set It Off braids. Wait a minute, is that Lil Wayne? Baby, did you pay him? I gotta put down this weed. I'm tripping like Ice Cube in the movie Friday when he smoked for the first time. And, "Put some Respect on my Name."
It's 2020, the first of February. Who is sending me something. And I didn't order anything on Amazon. Not that I wouldn't Amazon. I swear Amazon will replace religion one day. I love you Amazon. Any Hooo! I open the boxes. Someone sent me an anonymous Valentine's Day slew of gifts. There was a large Teddy Bear, chocolate covered strawberries, 12 daisy flowers and a large card with, "Will You Be My Valentine" on it. It also read, "Clue: Admire from far or near, someone who cares." Who knows I love daisy's? There so pretty.
What is going on here man? Who could this be? Someone at work? Someone in my circle of eclectic friends. I'll have to do some investigating. I'll run down the line of suspects by calling my Wu-Tang crew of friends. They will help me narrow down the clown that is trying to get down. Ohhh! Rhyming those Bars son! Where is my record contract?
We narrowed the list down to two candidates. It was either the mailman with his 45ish Denzel looks. He's name is Derrick, but I call him the shorter Denzel. He's always complimenting me. Or it could be the girl's crews mutual friend Marcus that we've known since college. He's visiting his mother for two weeks, visiting from California. I heard he's catching heat over there. Landed a few commercials that are steady and a couple of episodes of some soap opera. Who remembers the soap Santa Barbara? That was my show back in the day. My mom got me into the re-runs.
Whoever it was, I was getting hot and bothered by either. Maybe it's the three glasses of wine. And watching porn while I'm taking a bubble bath doesn't help. Next thing I know, I'm reaching for the detachable shower head. It knows exactly where to go. As the stream touches my outer lips I develop body goosebumps. My body shivers with ecstasy and I fear that someone may see me because I have the window open for the breeze. I'm weak in the knees as my first orgasm creates a minor wave and air bubble. My breast are a bit jealous, so I use my left hand to cup the right one. I cling to the left tit next while dropping the shower head. My fingers take over as I position my knees higher in the air over the water. I feel me coming again so my body completely submerses from the water. My bottom lips spray my signature on the tub spout dripping into by depleting bubble bath. My bed is calling me, I'll play clean up lady later.
I call my girlfriend Sunday afternoon to see if she received any more info on my wannabe lover. She has none, but we catch up on all the gossip of course. She told me her man is taking her to a cabin in Maine for Valentine's Day. I make an excuse to get off the phone because I'm so jealous right now. It's the 12th of February and I still don't know who sent me those gifts.
So far this whole week, my co-workers have been getting teddy bears, chocolates and blah, blah, blah. I'm mentally sweating, if that's a thing. I'm going to hit up CVS to get some batteries. It's going to be one of those nights.
"I'm your secret admire. Can we meet for coffee?" Who is texting me? It's him. My mystery man. The man I've been dreaming about without facial identity. Coffee it is.
I was told to meet him at a cafe actually close to my home. Cafe Adore! Not sure if it was French or what. I arrived early to scope out the scene. Didn't see anyone I recognized, so I entered the cafe. Before I could take another step, someone came upon me and whispered in my ear, "We meet again." I turn and see Marcus in pure form. His smile lite up the cafe. I knew it was him.
Our hands touched the elevator button simultaneously in my lobby. I invited him up for my famous pie to go with the stale coffee we courteously sipped. He was leaving tomorrow night and I couldn't pass up my thoughts of all these years. My thoughts of what if. What if I gave him some in college? Or even after college? Would I be in L.A. living with him while he chased his dreams?
No time to debate, my body controlled mind tonight. I pushed him in the elevator and wrapped my arms around his neck. I had to be on my tippy toes, but it was worth it. Our lips intertwined with sloppy kisses. He gripped my ass and pulled me up straddling him. I felt his warm breath on my neck trying to get to my neck to kiss. He's found my neck and I'm shift to give him more. The elevator doors open straight to my Penthouse.
We continue to get to know each others necks as I direct him in moans toward my bedroom. I push him down again, this time on my Queen size bed. My silk sheets fluff up and then down again as I watch his muscular frame settle on the bed. His body conforms well with my bed. I stand over him and begin to strip. My Nike sneakers give me a slight grip in order for me to sway my hips. I tease him by slowly removing my clothing. "Alexa, play 90's R&B Classics!"
I completely nude. I squat down to his perfect beard line up. His eyes glisten, he's excited. I part my bottom lips giving his tongue easy access. He's not shy. My eyes are already rolling in the back of my head. I grab is bald shiny head for support. I can feel my honey pot ready to drip. I position my vertical smile more into his mouth. He doesn't fight it, he likes my honey. I see him search for the remaining on the side of his mouth. He has manners, he doesn't waste it.
He slide his body from under me as I stayed in a doggy style position looking over my shoulder. I licked my lips while he undressed. His body glistened while Keith Sweat spoke to us. His heavy designer belt and jeans clash to the floor leaving him in boxer briefs. He has a sense of humor. They read Mic Check on the front with a classic drawn microphone bulging. Was this a challenge? I crawled over to him not taking my eyes off his eyes. I pulled his draws down still staring in his eyes. All I could feel was heat.
He doesn't disappoint as I begin to stroke his shaft with both hands. I'm nervous for Keisha down there. Her name is Keisha when I'm freaky and Beth when I'm being the opposite. Don't judge me. Name yours.
It's nearly nine inches and has plenty of girth. I start to lick the sides while doing secret mouth stretching exercises. Is he looking? Nope. His head is back like his at the salon getting a wash. The tip looks like Darth Vader's helmet. Let the force be with me. His life saver strong and long. I started to get the gist of it and at least half of it was in my mouth. I wish I had a third hand to pat myself on my back.
He must of believed my nature lube was enough. He took his tool back from my lips and pointed to the top of the bed. I slowly crawled up while he followed grabbing both my legs while he slowly slid into my now moist pink portal. We grinned until it I shook. It was my spot. I thought to myself, should I leave marks on his back for memories. Does he have a girlfriend? Is he Married?
"Oooh Fuck!" What was I thinking. I'm on my third leg shake. My memory is vague. I do remember that my cookie is continuously spilling melted white chocolate chips. One time he took out his dick to not come and I just admired how my pussy painted his cock. It's been at least 45 minutes and I was fighting sleep. It was past my bedtime.
It was time for my go to position. Ass up and face down. Not going to the gym got me thick. When he first entered, he palmed my ass cheeks on each side and opened them. He was planning to go deep to prolong the sex. Not today buster. I started to rock making my ass clap. I could see him hypnotized by my booty horizontally bouncing.
The air smells of us. Our juices create a pheromone that excites our brain cells to crave more. I let him go deep to be selfish. I want three more nuts. I don't want it to stop. His facial expression says the same. But it's finally happening. His face is more tense than prior. I have maybe 10 more good pumps to get another. It's a race.
He covers my body like a thick blanket grabbing my breast. He's cumming. I'm cumming. We did it! It was a tie. Well, my fourth was his first. It counts.
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Marquis J. Walker
Blogger/Avid Reader/Teacher and Learner
*Please support my daughter's, my girlfriends and my clothing line below. Also, support, follow, share and comment on my Social Media Platforms as well. Thanks in advance.
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By the way, my name is Roxanne and I'm from Boston, home of the champions. Home where other teams fear stepping on our fields, courts or ice. I'm 29 years old going on the BIG 30. Where did my 20's go? I was suppose to be married with at least two kids now. That is the narrative, right?
I'm single with no kids, no life and not one booty call either. And it's the 1st of February and everywhere I look, I'm reminded of Valentine's Day. There's a work rule not to speak on politics or religion. I think they should ban all Holiday's that make single women upset. Let's start with the big V-Day please. I'm usually boo'd up, so I'm not hating. Maybe just a little bit.
I'm single with no kids, no life and not one booty call either. And it's the 1st of February and everywhere I look, I'm reminded of Valentine's Day. There's a work rule not to speak on politics or religion. I think they should ban all Holiday's that make single women upset. Let's start with the big V-Day please. I'm usually boo'd up, so I'm not hating. Maybe just a little bit.
The good news is, I'm having a good financial year. I finally paid off my last credit card and my 2018 Nissan Rogue is next. I should of never bought it new. The car salesman was hot though. He looked like Michael B. Jordan in that fight scenes in Black Panther. I was hoping he'd asked for my number to Wakanda Forever my inner thighs. I even bought the extra cup holders. Damn he was fine.
I do need to stop being picky though. I have a list of what my man should be. I mean in detail. His height, weight, muscle structure, skin tone, religion and even voice. My girlfriends are always telling me to burn the list. Or at least trim it like I need to do my armpits and coochie hairs. I'm not fucking, so let it grow, let it grow. let it grow. I hope I don't get sued by Disney. Maybe I'll be in part 3. I can play a talking snow ball.
My mother is still on my back about not being settled. Not giving her grand babies. I'm around babies all day at my job. I'm a Program Mentor at a non-profit and all I see is broken families with no father's. Not all, but most. It discourages me on even going that route, but hopefully I'll grow out of this funk.
I do want a family. I do want a couple of kids. I do want game night, movie night and don't forget about those family vacations. Sarcasm off please. Seriously, let's start with the essential first. A MAN Roxanne!
It's tough, but I'm working on it. Just ask my Talk Therapist. She probably, needs another Therapist after my sessions. I'm pretty sure I bought her that 2nd house recently. I'm at her office more than the receptionist. One time I even helped them with the phones. I'm pretty sure so many rules were broken that day. Moving forward story goers. I enjoy therapy! But even my sassy and beautiful therapist has that, "Girl, you need some dick!" look towards me. I see it in her eyes and body movement. Black women know what I'm talking about.
The list is gotta go. Not everything from it though. I'm willing to compromise. Maybe he can be 6'2" instead of 6'4". Look, we are compromising. Any shade of Black is good. I was stuck on that dark chocolate of a man. You know the one's that makes you say, "DAMN, DAMN, DAMN" like you Florida Evans on Good Times. The one's if you squirt baby oil all over there bodies while the candle light made his body glisten. Where was I? Oh yeah, the list. Remix the list.
Who is ringing my doorbell? Don't you hate when people don't call first? I bet it's Lucy, she never calls. Nope, it's the UPS delivery man. Wait, it's a woman with Set It Off braids. Wait a minute, is that Lil Wayne? Baby, did you pay him? I gotta put down this weed. I'm tripping like Ice Cube in the movie Friday when he smoked for the first time. And, "Put some Respect on my Name."
It's 2020, the first of February. Who is sending me something. And I didn't order anything on Amazon. Not that I wouldn't Amazon. I swear Amazon will replace religion one day. I love you Amazon. Any Hooo! I open the boxes. Someone sent me an anonymous Valentine's Day slew of gifts. There was a large Teddy Bear, chocolate covered strawberries, 12 daisy flowers and a large card with, "Will You Be My Valentine" on it. It also read, "Clue: Admire from far or near, someone who cares." Who knows I love daisy's? There so pretty.
What is going on here man? Who could this be? Someone at work? Someone in my circle of eclectic friends. I'll have to do some investigating. I'll run down the line of suspects by calling my Wu-Tang crew of friends. They will help me narrow down the clown that is trying to get down. Ohhh! Rhyming those Bars son! Where is my record contract?
We narrowed the list down to two candidates. It was either the mailman with his 45ish Denzel looks. He's name is Derrick, but I call him the shorter Denzel. He's always complimenting me. Or it could be the girl's crews mutual friend Marcus that we've known since college. He's visiting his mother for two weeks, visiting from California. I heard he's catching heat over there. Landed a few commercials that are steady and a couple of episodes of some soap opera. Who remembers the soap Santa Barbara? That was my show back in the day. My mom got me into the re-runs.
Whoever it was, I was getting hot and bothered by either. Maybe it's the three glasses of wine. And watching porn while I'm taking a bubble bath doesn't help. Next thing I know, I'm reaching for the detachable shower head. It knows exactly where to go. As the stream touches my outer lips I develop body goosebumps. My body shivers with ecstasy and I fear that someone may see me because I have the window open for the breeze. I'm weak in the knees as my first orgasm creates a minor wave and air bubble. My breast are a bit jealous, so I use my left hand to cup the right one. I cling to the left tit next while dropping the shower head. My fingers take over as I position my knees higher in the air over the water. I feel me coming again so my body completely submerses from the water. My bottom lips spray my signature on the tub spout dripping into by depleting bubble bath. My bed is calling me, I'll play clean up lady later.
I call my girlfriend Sunday afternoon to see if she received any more info on my wannabe lover. She has none, but we catch up on all the gossip of course. She told me her man is taking her to a cabin in Maine for Valentine's Day. I make an excuse to get off the phone because I'm so jealous right now. It's the 12th of February and I still don't know who sent me those gifts.
So far this whole week, my co-workers have been getting teddy bears, chocolates and blah, blah, blah. I'm mentally sweating, if that's a thing. I'm going to hit up CVS to get some batteries. It's going to be one of those nights.
"I'm your secret admire. Can we meet for coffee?" Who is texting me? It's him. My mystery man. The man I've been dreaming about without facial identity. Coffee it is.
I was told to meet him at a cafe actually close to my home. Cafe Adore! Not sure if it was French or what. I arrived early to scope out the scene. Didn't see anyone I recognized, so I entered the cafe. Before I could take another step, someone came upon me and whispered in my ear, "We meet again." I turn and see Marcus in pure form. His smile lite up the cafe. I knew it was him.
Our hands touched the elevator button simultaneously in my lobby. I invited him up for my famous pie to go with the stale coffee we courteously sipped. He was leaving tomorrow night and I couldn't pass up my thoughts of all these years. My thoughts of what if. What if I gave him some in college? Or even after college? Would I be in L.A. living with him while he chased his dreams?
No time to debate, my body controlled mind tonight. I pushed him in the elevator and wrapped my arms around his neck. I had to be on my tippy toes, but it was worth it. Our lips intertwined with sloppy kisses. He gripped my ass and pulled me up straddling him. I felt his warm breath on my neck trying to get to my neck to kiss. He's found my neck and I'm shift to give him more. The elevator doors open straight to my Penthouse.
We continue to get to know each others necks as I direct him in moans toward my bedroom. I push him down again, this time on my Queen size bed. My silk sheets fluff up and then down again as I watch his muscular frame settle on the bed. His body conforms well with my bed. I stand over him and begin to strip. My Nike sneakers give me a slight grip in order for me to sway my hips. I tease him by slowly removing my clothing. "Alexa, play 90's R&B Classics!"
I completely nude. I squat down to his perfect beard line up. His eyes glisten, he's excited. I part my bottom lips giving his tongue easy access. He's not shy. My eyes are already rolling in the back of my head. I grab is bald shiny head for support. I can feel my honey pot ready to drip. I position my vertical smile more into his mouth. He doesn't fight it, he likes my honey. I see him search for the remaining on the side of his mouth. He has manners, he doesn't waste it.
He slide his body from under me as I stayed in a doggy style position looking over my shoulder. I licked my lips while he undressed. His body glistened while Keith Sweat spoke to us. His heavy designer belt and jeans clash to the floor leaving him in boxer briefs. He has a sense of humor. They read Mic Check on the front with a classic drawn microphone bulging. Was this a challenge? I crawled over to him not taking my eyes off his eyes. I pulled his draws down still staring in his eyes. All I could feel was heat.
He doesn't disappoint as I begin to stroke his shaft with both hands. I'm nervous for Keisha down there. Her name is Keisha when I'm freaky and Beth when I'm being the opposite. Don't judge me. Name yours.
It's nearly nine inches and has plenty of girth. I start to lick the sides while doing secret mouth stretching exercises. Is he looking? Nope. His head is back like his at the salon getting a wash. The tip looks like Darth Vader's helmet. Let the force be with me. His life saver strong and long. I started to get the gist of it and at least half of it was in my mouth. I wish I had a third hand to pat myself on my back.
He must of believed my nature lube was enough. He took his tool back from my lips and pointed to the top of the bed. I slowly crawled up while he followed grabbing both my legs while he slowly slid into my now moist pink portal. We grinned until it I shook. It was my spot. I thought to myself, should I leave marks on his back for memories. Does he have a girlfriend? Is he Married?
"Oooh Fuck!" What was I thinking. I'm on my third leg shake. My memory is vague. I do remember that my cookie is continuously spilling melted white chocolate chips. One time he took out his dick to not come and I just admired how my pussy painted his cock. It's been at least 45 minutes and I was fighting sleep. It was past my bedtime.
It was time for my go to position. Ass up and face down. Not going to the gym got me thick. When he first entered, he palmed my ass cheeks on each side and opened them. He was planning to go deep to prolong the sex. Not today buster. I started to rock making my ass clap. I could see him hypnotized by my booty horizontally bouncing.
The air smells of us. Our juices create a pheromone that excites our brain cells to crave more. I let him go deep to be selfish. I want three more nuts. I don't want it to stop. His facial expression says the same. But it's finally happening. His face is more tense than prior. I have maybe 10 more good pumps to get another. It's a race.
He covers my body like a thick blanket grabbing my breast. He's cumming. I'm cumming. We did it! It was a tie. Well, my fourth was his first. It counts.
Happy Valentine's Day! ( Valentine's Day Apparel Sale. Click MOST Happy Valentine's Day! )
Marquis J. Walker
Blogger/Avid Reader/Teacher and Learner
*Please support my daughter's, my girlfriends and my clothing line below. Also, support, follow, share and comment on my Social Media Platforms as well. Thanks in advance.
Cevere's Creations (TeeSring)
Shop Amazon Now!
Eminem Album Review (YouTube)
Lil Wayne Album Review (YouTube)
CincereWearCevereGear (Instagram)
CincereWear&CevereGear (Facebook)
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