Cosmo (sexual content) by A. Dakala

Ethan James and I had a lot in common, his sex gave me an orgasm that I never experienced. His touch sent shock waves through my spine that made my legs shake.

Looking at him made my nipples hard, sometimes the smell of his cologne would have my kitty cat tingling; which resulted in my panties getting wet. There were days sitting at my desk I had to cross my legs; scared that I was going to have an orgasm thinking about his touch. My girlfriend’s say that I’m penis whipped, that I walk around with a Koolaid smile. The feeling this man gives me is so different from the years of quickies and no cuddling after sex I experienced in my last relationship. The other night we actually had phone sex, the first time I ever felt loved without intercourse. The exciting thing about our sex is that it’s something new each time. Tonight is our three month anniversary and of course this is my first time at his place since his sons will be away to their mothers. I wonder how different will things be at his place versus mine?

After work I’m headed to Victoria Secrets to pick up a nice and sexy see-through nightie that I know will turn him on as soon as he see it on my body. The thought of his soft lips touching my vaginal sends shock ways through my pelvis. I found something very sexy; I know he’s going to love it and easy to take off at his convenience.

As soon as I got home I jumped in the shower to freshing up. I had to make sure my nookie was groomed to perfection. My bag is packed and I’m ready to take this to the next level. I hope he bought more condoms because we have went through the last few he had. Plus I am a lady I don’t walk around with condoms in my purse.

Using my navigation to get to his home was very interesting; the neighborhood was very clean and the homes were huge. Damn I wonder if he’s living in something like these, not that it would matter; but damn. “Oh shit!” I slammed on the brakes. “Was that a fucking deer?”, I said to myself. I stopped my car in the middle of the street. A big as deer ran across the street with these big horn like things on his head. I pulled over and called Ethan. “Baby I’m in your area and I almost hit a deer” I said. “Oh baby, I forgot to tell you take it slow through this area; it’s deer season and they will jump out across the road.” “Are you okay love?” Ethan said. “Yes, it just scared me; but I’m fine, be there in a few minutes.”

I made sure I decreased my speed for the remainder of the ride. As soon as I turned on his street my favorite song started playing on the radio; “What took you so long ” by Leon Timbo. What a way to get my sexual mood started and my mind exploring the thoughts of sex. Ethan has no idea that I am really a true freak in the bedroom; I love sex.

Turning down his street of course houses got smaller; no more big houses, but still a decent size neighborhood. Yards were very clean and a few people were out walking; though the sun was setting. “You’ve arrived at your destination” My navigation said.

As soon as I open my car door to get my bag out of the back seat; Ethan walks out of the front door, wearing no shirt looking good. He greeted me with a hug and a kiss; smelling good. “Hello Ethan” some old wrinkle lady next door to him said smiling her ass off. I looked at Ethan and he laughed. He grabbed my bags and started hitting me on my butt as we walked in the house. He’s already flirting and I haven’t been here five minutes.

As I walked in I was amazed at how well decorated his place was. There were nice black art pictures and vases throughout his living room. “I will give you a tour of the place once we get you comfortable” he said. We walked upstairs to his bedroom which was huge and very spacious. He put my bag on the couch he had in his room and took my smaller bag to his bathroom. I followed him and to my surprise he was a neat freak. Everything was in order. “You can put your personal things on that side if you like” he said. Then he walks out and left me there. When I walked out the bathroom into his bedroom, I peeped in his closet to make sure there were no females clothes hanging up. Suits on one side, casuals on another, sneakers alot of them and dress shoes on another side. I saw that he loves ties and belts. I walked out smiling into his bedroom, glance over at his California king bedroom. The first thought that came to my mind was; I can’t wait to be butt naked under his sheets. I walked downstairs and Ethan was in the kitchen fixing food with two glasses full of wine. He wasn’t worried about how long I was upstairs in his space; so far so good. “Help yourself to a glass of your favorite wine” he said. “Aww baby you remembered.” I grabbed the wine and walked over and kissed him. I didn’t ask him what he was cooking because it didn’t matter to me, as long as we were together. “Baby make yourself at home, you can walk around; I will show you everything once we eat until then explore.” “No baby I will wait for my official tour, from a very sexy tour guide” I said. I watched him for a few minutes, finishing my first glass of wine. I poured a second glass and sat in the living room, looking up at his tall vaulted ceilings. I didn’t ask to turn on his television but I did and flipped through a few channels.

Whatever he was fixing smells really good. Dinner was completed and it was delicious. Baked pork chops, Mac and cheese , collard greens and cornbread. I almost started eating before we blessed the food with saying grace. Once we said Amen; I was off to the races as each bite savoried my taste buds.

I was full as a tick. I think we sat at the table and talked for an hour. I got our plates to wash dishes but he stopped me, “baby relax I got this” He said. After he finished dishes he was going to shower and put on a movie for us. One of us is going to get this started and I was definitely in the mood too. “Can I shower with you?” I asked. “Of course you can” he said. I knew my black ass just took a shower before I got to his house; but oh well, the cleaner the better.

I turned off the television and walked up stairs while he was finishing up the dishes.

I took my special nightie out and hung it up and stood there in the mirror naked. Still drinking on my fourth glass of wine. Ethan walks in and grab my waist and started kissing my neck. My nipples instantly starting getting hard and I could feel his penis up against my butt getting bigger. I wanted to turn around and grab it but the neck kisses felt too good. Hell if I don’t sit down I’m either going to drop this glass or my knees are going buckle. Either way those both would be very embarrassing. His hand made their way around to my breast, rubbing my nipples gentlely. I push my weight back on him; placing my glass on the dresser. I reached back to touch his penis, whoa it was batting a four hundred right now. I turned around to face him at the same time pulling his joggers down; trying to get them off. We were in full stride with our kisses. He guided me to the bed and turned me around. Now I’m on my stomach; ass up. He was on top of me kissing my back to my buttocks. I have never had a man kiss my vaginal from the back but he cuffed his hands underneath my stomach and spread my butt cheeks and dived face first into my vjay jay. I clutched the bed sheets, my mouth open but nothing was coming out but instrumental tones of enjoyment. “Oh shit baby” I screamed. He was feasting like if I was a glazed buttered ham. “Don’t stop , don’t stop” I was saying to myself; almost at my climax. “Oh oh baby,” I released so hard I got light headed and weak all at the same time. My vjay Jay has never experienced oral sex in this position. I had to get a second wind but kept masturbating back to back. “I want to feel you” I told him. I turned over on my back pulling at his pants. He stood there naked, with strong broad shoulders and his penis at attention. “Baby get a condom?” I said. There was silence for a few seconds. “Damn I forgot to get more babe” he said. “Shit” I was thinking and looking at his penis at the same time. I knew I could not be having sex unprotected; plus I wasn’t on any birth control but I wanted his ass so bad. I decide too…….

A Heart Choice to make by A. Dakala

Waddell Crosby wasn’t your typical African American male with a college degree, tons of street smarts and loved by the ladies. He was the kind of man that a woman could love one night and call her best friend on other days; someone who would have your back and go to war with you whether you was wrong or right. Once Waddell was committed to you he would give you 100% of him; no part time anything in his life with reason.

A single man who could give a woman more than just a materialistic diamond ring or a Tiffany bracelet; he was the kind of man that most women would dream of having. Someone who showed unconditional love whether it was holding her hand while driving, arms locked while walking across the street or kissing on her neck standing in the checkout line at Walmart. Regardless anyone around Waddell would know that he showed his love to whoever he was with; his smile would light up a room; his well-groomed beard was somewhat perfect as if he was modeling his beard for a magazine cover, his cologne scent traveled from block the block. Fahrenheit was his favorite cologne; both men and women would always approached him and compliment him on how good he smelled.

But now there’s a new year approaching; 2019! Waddell is ready to settle down with one special woman in his life. The problem he’s having is he has been dating consistently three different women. There’s been no commitment to either woman just consistently dating, conversing on the phone but he have had sex with all three of them at some point throughout the course of dating them. Each one of these females bring something different to the table that one doesn’t have and now Waddell has to decide on the qualities that these female brings. Which one are branded qualities and which ones are qualities that could make a break a good love relationship.

First there was Fresca Sparkle, she’s sweet as black cherry citrus on a hot summer day but cold as winter. She was smart as Albert Einstein; love to read books and would correct you for using improper grammar as if she was a school teacher wearing Gucci shades standing in high heels. Well educated; holding a master’s degree. She really could have been a doctor. The problem with Fresca; she wasn’t consistent or persistent and couldn’t remember what she did day after day. She wasn’t into fashions, brands didn’t mean nothing to her. A typical day of dressing up for her would be wearing a nice sweatsuit with some flip flops and she would throw her long black hair back into a ponytail but she was sexy as hell though and very beautiful. She reminded me of a California woman cool, calm and collective that just wanted to be loved by a good man. Sex with her was like flipping a coin, some days it was good, some days it was just ok and sometimes it didn’t exist. When we was out on a date we had a great time holding hands, conversing and laughing with each other as if we were best friends and lovers; but there was another side to her that I hated. She always wanted to play the victim never was wrong, always was right and not to mention I caught her in so many lies I just never addressed it, it just wasn’t that serious to me. Another thing that I observed was all of her friends seem to be gay or lesbians.

One thing I did love about her though; no matter what she had my back. She never put her friends before her man even though I truly wasn’t her man but we were dating and she would drop her plans that she had to spend time with me on any given day. Fresca loved cleaning her house always kept it clean very family oriented; that definitely was a plus coming from a man who wanted to have kids and build his own foundation of a family. She paid her bills on time, she didn’t club, she didn’t drink unless it was socially and she never smoked. She was a good girl trying to be better and made it to the scale of wifey material possibly.

Secondly there was Constant Bauman; sexy as hell on the outside, wore the latest fashions, smell good and look good in everything she wore; a true diamond in the rough. Whatever the latest fashion and brands out there where she had it or plan to get it. The problem I had with her was she had low self-esteem and she couldn’t seem to make her own decisions without seeking the advice of her fake friends. Once again another female playing the victim like her shit don’t stink. Another issue I had with her was it seemed that all of her friends around her were gay or lesbians even though she claimed that she was 100% straight. I can tell in conversation that she’s dated a lot of men in her past life not that she’s had sex with all of them but she’s dating a lot of men most of them were drug dealers, on drugs at some point or proclaim to have money.

Now what I did love about her is the sex we had was off the chart; it was no holds bar. Whatever we wanted to do we did. I was truly addicted to making love to this woman; it was always exciting, full of energy and she threw it back just as much as I gave it to her. I can honestly say I never had a sexual complaint when it came to her, hell I’m thinking about sexing her right now as I’m writing this. She loved cleaning her house; always kept it clean; sometimes I wondered was it all just a showboat to impress people. Was she wifey material? She could be but there was a few things that she definitely would need to work on; like handling the same things that she dishes out. She was a work in progress; a good girl trying to be better.

Thirdly there’s Anastasia Faust; also a very smart and intelligent individual that would sometimes give you the impression that she knew way more than you did on any subject, any topic, any time of the day. She would definitely intimidate a weak man especially when it comes to making life decisions. Granted every man in her past life followed her lead as if she wore the pants. I guess that’s what happened when a strong-minded woman meets a man with no potential and the men in her past had no potential for what I’m hearing.

One of the things I didn’t like about her is not having enough drive in her life to do better or want more. Yes she was college educated but I still feel like she didn’t apply herself. She had a great mind for business, good with numbers, great with her hands; love to figure things out or read instructions and put things together. Family oriented on a scale of 1 to 10 I would say she was a four. The type of woman who at some point in her life wanted her freedom away from kids. Now when it comes to having a clean house, she damn sure was a pack rat and the whole time that we’ve been dating; I never seen her pick up a broom, a mop or even dust rag; kind of reminded me of a hoarder.

One thing I did love about her is the sex was great. Definitely no holds bar; there was no rules or no regulations; she could go all night; I made a tap out a few times. I never had to initiate sex with her as soon as she seen me it was hugs, kisses and then she would start unbutton my clothes. A true man’s dream; I’m closing my eyes now just picturing the softness of her lips on my entire body from head to toe. Well she wifey material definitely with alittle adjustment. She didn’t club, she didn’t smoke and she would only drink socially; she just loved having a good time and just wanted to be loved by a good man. A good girl trying to be better.

So I decided in the year 2019 I was going to make a final decision and choose only one of these ladies to be a part of my life, my circle, my growth and the last brick to my foundation. So I decided to choose from a very heart decision; Ms.!

A Love Story by A. Dakala

She said take off her panties but keep the candles lit

I said no regular condoms only magnums fit,

She wouldn’t let me pull them down past her hips or her thighs

I figure she was just teasing me with them fake hazel eyes,

Starting kissing her neck until I kissed her titts

Playing “turn off the lights” TP’s greatest hits,

The wine started kicking in our kisses got deeper

Legs spread one on my shoulder I could feel it getting weaker,

Pressed her feet against my chest started sucking on her toes

Studdering my name out loud calling me her Boaz,

I could picture us in bed before we got in the bed

I could picture getting head after I gave her some head,

The scene was all set the picture was painted perfect

Pulse racing feeling nervous I hope this was all worth it,

She said “Before we start I got a secret to share

Before I was conceived my mom had a pregnancy scare,

Growing up with a single parent when my father wasn’t there

No man raising a man only make up and heels,

I guess what I’m saying so you know when I’m Cumming

I was really born Tim now a transgender woman.

Create a website or blog at WordPress.com

Up ↑