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This is my first time making an attempt to write something other than poetry
There are many dreams which occur as I lay and reminisce about my past relationships. My bed regulated warmth as I begin to think about my last love and the love we made. The vision is clear as the morning skyline as I begin to awake and run my fingertips across my already erect nipples. This arouses my sensitivity and my hands move towards my stomach. The tightness reminds me of the time we first made love. My soaked nest gave resistance to his hard limb as he straddled me. As I lay there half awake, I begin to squirm as my now eager fingertips lightly touch my forest of burning shrubs. My thoughts are moving at the speed of life as I remember his beautiful black body on top of mine. I trembled at the thought of him sucking on my juicy bottom lip as if it were his last meal. He would grasp my body with so much strength that I had no choice but to submit to his manly advances. My hips were now grinding against my fingers bringing moisture to the surface. Moaning and visualizing his lips moving downward making a pit stop at my navel and gently flickering his tongue as I grasped the satin sheets to avoid climaxing too fast. I was now in full masturbation mode with my drenching fingers moving at the speed of light. The walls in my bedroom were now echoing the pleasurable moans of my self- gratification. I envisioned him tasting my vanilla juices as I continued to caress my now swollen lips and clitoris. As he continued to taste my everlasting love, I continued to cause the man to come to the top of the boat. As he moved upward to place his manhood inside of me I now laid on sweat soaked black satin sheets, back arched, head touching the headboard as my inner heat seeped down my thighs. I had no choice but to lay there in the animalistic scent and think about the passionate love Raheem and I used to make. I finally opened my eyes and reached for a Newport to pull on as if he just rolled off of my sweaty body. The scent from my moistening fingers brought back the memory of him kissing me after tasting his once called, “love slave”. As the morning moved on I finally dragged myself out of bed to nourish my drained body with fresh fruit and egg whites. I stood at the stove and wondered what he was doing at his present time and was he thinking about me. The thought vanished as I finished cooking breakfast, ate and headed upstairs to get dressed for my morning ritual workout.
I headed down from the penthouse down the third floor level where the indoor spa was located and swiped my electronic key for entrance into the ten thousand square foot spa. I started with a 30 minute cardio followed by an hour of weight lifting and ended with my painstaking abdominal crunches. My body was soaking wet as I sat in the relaxation room to cool down. My mind began to wander on Raheem as I recuperated from my morning workout. I remembered how we used to laugh and play together when we were alone and it brought joy to my soul.

My thoughts were immediately interrupted when one my neighbors entered the spa. His name is Shamar Lewis and he was a work of art. “Good morning beautiful” he said. I did not respond immediately due to staring at his toned, caramel body. I realized I caused him to blush before I returned his greeting. “How are you on this fine morning”? he asked. In a seductive manner I said, "I’m doing just fine and I could see you're doing the same". I must admit I’m kind of a flirt when it comes to fine looking men. I refuse to put on a front when it comes to enjoying the fruits of nature. He went into the weigh room to begin his workout. I watched him as his body began to pulsate from the heavy barbells. The hunger in my eyes as I actually stared at him as he benchpressed two hundred pounds must have caused him to look my way. I refused to turn away. I wanted him to see me admiring him. He smiled and licked his beautifl full lips. I could taste them in my mouth with a touch of Kendall Jackson Chardonnay and strawberries. He rose from the bench and grabbed his towel to wipe the sweat from his face. I continued to watch him as if I was viewing an amateur pornographic flick. He must have been turned on by my boldness because he approached me, eye to eye asking, "Is there anything I can do for you"? The look on my face must have revealed my dirty thoughts. He smiled and asked, "May I take you out to lunch or maybe a late dinner?" Hell yes , I thought, I would love to have you for dinner. I briefly imagined him on my dining room table butt ass naked with a bow around his neck. The movement of his body snapped me out of fantasy land. I said, "I would love to have you, oh I mean have dinner with you". He smiled and we agreed to meet down in the lobby at 7:30p.m. I got up to leave and give him the opprotunity to get a look at the goods. I put an extra swag to my step which made my ass jiggle a little more. I turned to see if he was looking and yes he was with a look of hunger in his eyes.

As I got on the elevator memories of my one true love engulfed my thoughts. Raheem was a chocolate coated, six-two bald headed man, who owned a prestigious college university. He was thirty-five years old when we met and I was a senior majoring in finance and marketing. I was sitting on the campus under an orchard tree as he was getting out of his jet black Bentley coupe. Our eyes meet for a split second and I continued reviewing my notes for my final examination. He approached me with such ease and said, “In all my time of arriving on campus I have never seen such magnificence as I see before me”. I thought to myself, Am I dreaming? I snapped back into reality and said "Thank you". My vibe must have shown some level of comfort for him because he then sat next to me. "Are you familiar with the term "relaxation". My response was in the area of sarcasm and delight. I said, "At this present time, I must study for my final examination as I am graduating next month". The surrounding sounds of the college atmosphere interuptted his flow of macking. The fraternities were on stage stomping and the female sororities were a few feet away doing the same. We watched as they performed and all of a sudden.....
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