Read Any Good Erotic Books Lately?
I heard it said once, that the freaks come out at night.
I think they're out all times of the day, under the guise of sweet, polite, innocent-looking women, trying to front, and pass themselves off as ladies.
Don't trip. I'm a female, who's tired of seeing women get away with calling guys freaks, when they have some fraky tendencies they damn selves.
I'm an erotic writer. I go by the name FACESITTER, but you know my mama didn't name me that. My name is Marsha Lewis AKA Ocean Kone. This is my third, or fourth blog. I created this one, to properly introduce myself. In the last blogs, I put erotic fiction and nudie pics all up in people's faces, and I think I scared some folkes.
What else can I say? I'm a mother, but my erotic writing is fine-tuned, 'cause there's such a thing as "Mommy Time", and my fiance's gotta get a regular installment, or all hell breaks loose.
I pad in Brooklyn New York for now, but hopefully in the future, we'll be off this crazy block. But not before I get plenty of writers' incentive. I have some real characters on my block.
Anyway, back to the freaks. I've met a few in my life; female that is. I wrote about a few in my up-and-coming book, "G-Spot Chronicles", which is an erotic book filled with lots of drama and sex, and scandal, and more sex. Did I mention sex? Yes, that's a main ingredient. People keep telling me to read "Zane" books since she writes erotica, too, but I read lulabies to fall asleep now, instead. (LOL)
In any case, I'm including a snippet of the book here, in case you're interested in reading some real erotica. Curl up with the one you love to do you know what to, or even alone. Hope you have a number to call later, in case you get that urge we all get.
EXCERPT FROM G-SPOT CHRONICLES
Cybersex
©2003 Marsha Lewis AKA Ocean Koné
Kim was in bed, dreaming that a tall, dark handsome black man was towering over her, holding his ten-inch, rock-hard dick. Pointing it right at her. In this reverie, she rose out of the bed, and to her knees, positioning herself right in front of the mystery man. As if she had known him for years, she let her mouth lead her to his dick, and enveloped it with her lips. Slowly, she sucked the large, mushroom head into her mouth, moaning, and enjoying the taste of his skin. She could hear a sigh escape his mouth, and she wanted him to feel good. Soon, her whole mouth was over it, and she was sucking, slurping loudly and enthusiastically, while he ran his fingers through her hair, at the back of her head. He was rubbing her scalp, and bringing her head down over his shaft, so that she would occasionally be throat-fucked. On, and on, and on, this continued. She could hear words of encouragement over the loud slurping sounds her mouth was making, and then he heard him say:
“I’m so proud of you babe.”
She was proud of herself. Suddenly, she heard the man exclaim, “I’m cumin’!” and she continued, so as to gulp down every drop of his sweet nectar. In a flash, she was awake, and she was angry.
When she awakened, her fingers were in her mouth, and two fingers were buried in her pussy. Sweaty and ashamed, even though no one had witnessed her lusty behavior, she removed her fingers from her warm folds, and removed her fingers from her mouth. She licked her lips, then bit on her bottom lip. Waking up from that kind of dream, made her wish that her husband, Paul, was still around. She threw him out the year before, because he was a bad liar, and an even worse cheat. She would be doing the laundry, and find some other bitch’s draws in his pants pocket, and smell the rancid smell of some other woman’s pussy on the crotch of her husband’s pants. He was a great lover and father, and she loved him. She just couldn’t stand the fact that she was not enough for him.
Kim lay there, thinking about the man in her dreams; how toned and soft his body was. She felt her loins quivering from what she was doing to her pussy in her sleep. She had to do something about it. The quivering, that is. Kim remembered the time she and her girlfriends went to a sex novelty store, and they encouraged her to buy a dildo, since she and her husband were separated.
“At least you’ll know where that dick’s been!” Debra blurted out loudly, in the middle of the store, before letting out one of her lawless laughs. The other women laughed, too, but Kim was too frigid to find that funny. Furthermore, she thought Debra was jealous anyway, since she had no man, and never seemed to keep a man for more than a week. And on top of that, she was the queen of abortions. That girl is a walking cemetery, what does she know? She asked herself quietly. Never mind her, she’s probably getting hers right now, regardless of how temporary it might be.
Kim stumbled out of bed, and over to the closet, where she had hidden her black, thick, rubbery dildo. She would just die if her son saw it one day, so she made sure it was hidden out of his reach, and out of his sight. She had wrapped it in a t-shirt, and tucked it under some old sweat pants her husband used to wear around the house. At least it can smell like him, she reasoned. She walked over to the dresser, holding the dildo by its shaft shamelessly, and got a condom out of her wallet. She climbed back into bed like a child with a favorite toy, and examined the dildo. It was shiny, and hard, but it was made of that rubbery material her old Barbies were made of; it even kinda smelled like her old dolls. For a flash of a second, Kim imagined Barbie as a big whore, taking a dick from Ken from behind, even though her Ken dolls were never made with real dicks. They always had that lump in the front, a lump that never provoked her to ask any questions about sex or dicks when she was growing up. Kim put her dolls out of her mind, and began to think of the man in her dream again. In her mind, he had instructed her to get on the bed, and lay there with her legs wide open, “So I can eat that pussy.” Kim lay there, stroking the palm of her hand over her pussy, pretending that it was his mouth, stroking her up and down, over and over, with the flat of his tongue.
Five minutes of this made her ready for her virgin dildo; she had been too nervous to use it before this night. She tore the condom wrapper open with her teeth, and slipped the condom over the dildo, marveling at how good the fake veins felt against her fingertips. After the divorce, she didn’t have too much real life sex, just a whole lot of masturbation, while she read dirty mags and novels. She didn’t want to let her son see a man other than his daddy, in the house. At least, not so soon after their break-up.
She heard the voices of her girlfriends in her mind:
“Giiiiiiiiirrrrrrlllll, it’s been a year already. You need you some dick.”
“One day you gonna break that dildo up inside of you, then whachu gon’ do?”
“Just make him leave in the morning, and if your son wakes up early, just tell him he’s your friend.”
Kim closed her eyes tight, shutting those nosey bitches’ voices out of her mind. She was going to get a nut, and she was determined to get it, just she and her dildo.
Slowly, she wedged the nine-inch dildo inside her anxious twat; eager to forget the lonely feeling her queen-sized bed gave her. This dildo felt so good to her. Like the real thing, in a way, except it did exactly what she wanted it to do. She worked it in and out, breathing heavily, and whispering dirty words in the dark. She enjoyed pretending that she was being fucked by a man who knew exactly what she wanted, and was programmed to satisfy only her. She continued to encourage the imaginary man to screw her harder. She pumped the dildo downward into the sloppy, eager pussy. In a matter of seconds, Kim was so turned on, she orgasmed, without much warning. She lay there, quivering, breathing hard, and holding the dildo inside of herself.“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM” she said to herself, as she eased the dildo out of her pussy, resting it on the pillow next to hers. She could have easily lay there, and fallen asleep, while she basked in the afterglow of the orgasm that shook her whole body. But her analytical mind rarely took a damned break. Realizing that she had a lot of e-mail to check, she got up while she was still breathing heavily, while her pussy was still shivering, and sat at her computer desk. She was already logged onto the internet. A loud “RING!” broke the silence. A chat window appeared on top of the page she was working on previously. Her IM name was 'properlady', synonymous with her outward demeanor. No one knew there was a freak buried beneath that uptight demeanor...
posted by FACESITTER @ 5:05 PM
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