22 positions in a one night stand

'You should dance with me...You might not ever ever see me again and you'll be kickin yourself after you dance with the next duck ass dude, cause you coulda been dancin with me..."

Is what he says to her while the lights flash and the bass thumps... They dance face to face and though she isn't normally attracted to dark skinned boys, something about this one...He looks at her.... Yellowbone, small build, skinny in places, fat in the right ones and she can move. Both of their friends they came with are looking at them like "these luvy duvy ass mufuckas are on the dance floor like they're alone and shit, fuck wrong with them?"

They don't pay any attention as they lock eyes and their hands do as they please. Eventually there's a break in the sexual tension when they get a drink together from the bar. The dark skinned boy says the smoothest things (although plagiarized) to the yellowbone like... "Baby you could be a part time model, but you could spend the rest of your time....with me.."

The yellowbone is kind of tipsy, but she knows conciously that she wants to spend a night with this boy...So when it's closing time and they walk arm in arm to his Volkswagen, not many words have to be said...

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He always thought she was cute and it seems unreal that she is in the passenger seat of his car and they're are officially on a date. Riding now niether of them can see why they didn't do this sooner. The conversation during dinner had no akward pauses and after they finished the meal before they even noticed it and hour went by. Who get's ice cream after a date? That's just what made everything seems so....so different but in a way that's not bad at all. The ice cream is finished and he licks a little bit of ice cream spillage off of her chin. The lick turns into a kiss and that kiss turns into a heated makeout session.
"I wanna feel it" she says to him...

Although he has jumped up and down with many a girl with no regard to thier feelings or without a seconds hesitation when the opportunity arises, he asks her..

"Are you sure?"

She says yes, and doesn't stop saying it...


Now both of these stories involve sex. In one situation a boy meets a girl in a club and they go home and 'do the booty'. The next situation the boy takes a girl out on a first date and they 'make whoopee'. According to a friend of mine... Both of those are one night stands and it's not a one night stand if they continue to see each other after the intial hookup, but it's a one night stand definitly if they go on a date and never talk to each other again...

I disagree and agree at the same time... I wouldn't call the 'date' scenario a one night stand per se, I would just say 'I smashed on the first night' or something classy like that...
What do y'all think?

2nd times the charm

I write this from somewhere in the middle of the atlantic...I've been watching hella entourage, working 15 hour days, playing gears of war 2 and just chillaxing. Our ship went out for a lil bit and it sucks cause when I get back I have some serious phone bonin' to do for pulling a mysterio and missing the weekend! Anyways, I met up with the chick I met when I went out with my dog smitty she's got some choppers on her, I'm talkin her teeth look like baby shoes and I remember smith saying something about it that night too!
Anyways I went all the way out to Patrick Henry mall which is like a 30 minute ride to see her at her job at NY & Co, she was already all about some Andre through the phone but my charm, wit and style and prescence sealed the deal. I also got a sick ass scarf from there too!

Anyways I don't know how many of y'all have read my first attempt at erotic fiction but I like to think it was pretty good...anyways I've had this in my sidey's notes for a hot minute and I never finished it but here's what I've got so far should I finish it or wha?


I prepare to shower for my date. I scrub my face with St.Ives apricot scrub to gently exfoliate, then use Dove's exfoliating beauty bar to replenish the face. I use Mane and Tail shampoo and conditioner on my hair. I was at a loss of what to buy shampoo wise, until a pretty asian girl told me it was "that shit and Mr. Ed uses it".
We met on hotornot when it was still cool to meet people off hotornot way before myspace became the social network of choice. I think of our first night actually meeting face to face, after about a week of solid phone boning I drove to her apartment and we just sat in my car and talked, which suprisngly didn't bore me to death. I remember first thinking how much she looks like gwen stefani, with black hair and that pretty much drowned out everything she said. After much small talk during a particularly long lull in the conversation, I tell her to "bring me those lips".
As a makeout session turns into a mutual masturbation I come all over her hand and much to my dismay she comes all over my leather seats. I remember drifting in and out of post orgasmic sleep, hoping she didn't stain my leather with her lady juices, does leather even stain? While half awake I remember looking over at her and seeing my friend brandon, and saying to him

"What are you doing here?"

then coming to my senses and thinking

"I'm in Virginia, the fuck would Brando be doing here?"

It's only then my eyes see her looking at me like I'm crazy.

After that I knew it was time for me to leave. As I get out of the shower to put Palmers Cocoa butter lotion on, I notice the skin on my face is dry. I don't want to put lotion on it, so I wet a paper towel and dab my face.
I find myself rushing to her place, I'm not worried about her being angry with me for my lateness, I just don't want to miss any of Four Brothers. I arrive and she is dressed wildly inappropriate. She has on "school shoe" white ones, red slouch socks, a "hilary duff" short skirt and a girl fit tee shirt with something silly emblazoned on it. She's 19 years old but dressed like she's 16. I have serious doubts about going anywhere with her for fear of people looking at her then looking at her with me disapprovingly. I could always do the walk ahead, so it looks like were not together but not too far away from her so she doesn't notice. I do want to see Four Brothers and if the movie sucks, then I know I can put my jacket over her and finger bang. Maybe all isn't lost, so we leave for the movies.

Can black people even get s.a.r.s?

Dope Fiend tagged me and since I rarely talk about the bad times, because they're just that...bad times. But right now things aren't coming up milhouse...

I've been systematically destroying my body on the weekends. Since my birthday I have been out every weekend. I mean I'll say to myself that "I'm just gonna geek out and catch up on sleep." But I'll get a txt like "what's up for tonight/ what are we doing tonight" and since I hate feeling like I'm missing out, I'm in there like swimwear...and because I get winehoused and walk out of the club into the cold shooting at chicks...

I'm sick as shit and it sucks because this is the avian flu/s.a.r.s/avian flu/mono? that I have been dodging since this summer while all my friends had the sniffles, and it came for my ass with the resurrection! I'm over medicating myself with mucinex and sudafed but that 12 and 5 hour relief it provides doesn't help much because...

I've lost my voice...I mean I like losing my voice to a certain extent cause like Phoebe Buffet I think it makes my voice the male version of sultry. But it's kinda gettin in the way because I can't sing along with my fave artists!

I've been doing a lot of phone boning and it's driving me crazy cause I wanna jump up and down! I mean I probably could, but I'm sick and since I'm old school and still consider making out (am I wack for calling it that) foreplay, I'd feel hella bad kissing a gal spreading my cooties. So all I do is sleep to get better after I get off and that sucks cause...

I have to brave cold virginia wintery-ness to go out and steal internet to get online and peruse blogs and I'm shocked I mean a certainvery random blasian girl is going wild out west, there's anarchy in girl world, J*did is gonna be a working stiff, busting centuries and shit, london gals think guys who superman phone booth outta their clothes to get the cookie are wack...

But on the bright side I finally got my stimulus check, and I'm working on another erotic fiction, and this water drinking and using milk and honey on my hair has got my hair feeling resplendant.

My Erotic fiction

One bad thing about the navy is standing watch.. It's four hours of trying to look alert while battling sleep with a gun strapped to you. It sucks... but it's during this time my mind wanders to many things, and an old standby is always sex or what went wrong in past relationships.. But mostly sex... so this is the culmination of four hours of boredom and lurst put into words... enjoy and tell me what y'all think. Keep in mind I'm no omar tyree!

"We can do whatever" is what you say to me when I call you during the day... immediately my mind races with possibility. We go to the club and you know exactly what you do to me, this is before "making love in the club" was cool, so we grind and I let my body convey my intentions. There's no falsehoods tonight, no I don't "flip it in my waistband" yes it is a rocket and yes I am happy to see you. I want my hands to roam where they please but they always find there way back to that heart shaped ass. Not a badonk by any means but it is a handful, and I've got my hands full of it. The music gets slower and as the mood winds down my nature continues to rise, and I smile for things to come... you've got the keys but our friends can wait, cause right now I'm with you and you're with me. I kiss you for the first time and you feel so right in my arms, your tiny body pressed against mine, and your eyes say to me "I don't do this very often" and they almost beg to convey that to me, my eyes and carefree smile say "relax, you're here with me." I smile for things to come. As we leave the night air chills my skin, and my warmth is yours as you cling to me. The ride to your apartment is a blur. We come together to the couch and gentle kisses become urgent, your once timid hands caress my chest, you run your nails over my lower back on your way down my pants. My dick fills your small hand and you gasp as your fingers find the metal ring of my reverse prince albert. I know you wanna ask, but you know now isn't the time for questions. I feel your fingers toying with it, seeing what it can do. You know exactly what you're doing. I put my hands between your thighs and even through your jeans I can feel your heat and lurst that need to be quenched.. And like a sheep sheperding a wolf, you lead me by the hand to your bedroom. I smile for things to come.
You turn to face me and back me down on your bed, I take my shirt off as you climb on top of me, yours comes off shortly after. you think you're in control. Skin to skin our bodies touch as we kiss, you were once a furnace now you're an inferno and i can't wait to feel your flames...you push me back while you take off your pants and take mine off also, you are so considerate. I stop to take you all in. My God. Your belly button is pierced, your nipples are sitting tall and proud your skin is so smooth, my hands glide over your body. The only thing seperating my sex from yours is less than a 1/4 inch piece of cotton. Your scent fills my nostrils, and it drives me mad. Your kisses make their way down my body, and you take the long way. You know exactly what you're doing. I smile for things to come. Before you take me in your mouth your eyes convey to me "I don't do this very often" and then I feel nothing but agonizingly slow licks before you swallow me. I watch every little detail, and I don't think you know because you're focused on me. You know exactly what you're doing.

I take the reigns from you and put you on your back. You wanna be in control and I applaud you, but you long for that release and it feels so good to just let go... there's a elephant in the room and I ignore it... from collarbone to inner arm, belly button to inner thigh, inner ankle to calf. Oh yeah, I know the long way too! You almost break my neck tryna put my lips were you want them. Two fingers is all I need more like all I can get in, I taste and I like it like it, I share your taste with you and you don't just like it you love it...I come face to face with what's been on my mind since I saw you... The pussy, and not just any pussy.. New pussy. I smile for things to come... I don't know what you like, but I know what you'll like.