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About book -Sensual Noir/Romance/Erotic Intrigue
Sheryl Banks started this diary of …(well, she doesn’t know yet, LOL). She just knows she has this fascination about being wickedly sensual all the time.
Join her to find what every woman wants: a man. A good man!
Her life isn’t that exciting, but she thinks it’s sure to keep you on your toes.
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Entry Nine
Rahem sensed my hesitation and leaned over to whisper seductively, “I don’t bite.”
I smiled. “I don’t either.”
Chuckling, Rahem nodded toward the door that led to the back. “Meet me on the other side of that door and I promise you won’t regret it.”
Curiosity was killing me, so I went through the door. He came to me and pointed down a small hallway.
I was still hesitant, so he said gently, “You didn’t come all this way for nothing.”
“No, I didn’t,” I said. “Is my drink in the cooler?”
“It’s in a safe place.”
As I walked down the hall with him behind me, my breath quickened slowly in my chest. There was an opening, but his hand pressed against my side in a high school attempt to touch me. He brought his body closer to press against the back of mine. I felt a considerable amount of thickened flesh on my buttocks.
“Not that way,” he said and gently nudged me to a door at the end of the hall. We entered a small office and he closed the door behind us.
The office was small with nothing inside, except a desk, chair, file cabinet, and a computer set up. Under the desk there was a small refrigerator and some boxes.
A bell run and he sighed in disappointment. “I’ll be back.” He closed the door, leaving me alone for a moment.
I rested my backside on the desk near the chair since there was nowhere else to sit. I took in calming breaths. You know whatever you decide, you’ll be deemed a slut, I told myself.
As if I cared. I mean, I loved men. I’ve known this about myself for a long while. Like I said before, I love the taste of them, the smell of them, and the look of them. The cuter the better. But hell, if they knew good loving in any shape, form or fashion, it was very difficult for me to resist any of them.
Rahem had it going on. He was about a head taller than me, dark hair, beautiful blue eyes and those strong Arabic features that made him just stand out in a crowd. Now that I’d seen him up close, he looked to be nearer to twenty-five in age than thirty like I first thought. Either way, Rahem was a healthy-looking young man that I knew I could teach a few things if it progressed to that point.
I could be satisfied with what he wanted to give me. Yet I would take it slow and not rush it, because even though I was a good judge of a man’s sexual ability before ever sleeping with him, I still wanted to be cautious. After all, Rahem was an Arab.
When he returned, he held two bottles of diet red Faygo pop.
“Compliments to you,” he said, placing them inside of a bag on the desk that I leaned against.
He sat in the chair next to me. His sparkling blues looked me over lustfully, before meeting my eyes again.
“Nothing is free,” I said suspiciously, leaning towards him.
“You are right, Sheryl.”
I liked the way he said my name. “Sherl-la.”
Rahem continued. “Nothing is free, but I wouldn’t want to ask for something that you do not want to give.”
“Tell me what you want and I’ll see if I want to give it.” I moved back to rest more on the desk, exposing bare thigh, slightly edging closer to him.
He placed a warm hand high on my thigh. “I am always attracted to black women, but because of my culture and beliefs I cannot show it. Do you understand?”
“I think. Keep going,” I encouraged softly.
“And my father has also chosen my bride, which I am to marry from my ancestor’s home country, so I cannot fully join with any woman.” There was a lot of frustration in his blue diamond eyes. “But it does not prevent me from giving oral pleasure, which I want to give, yet have not found someone to please. When I saw you, I found myself attracted to you very much.”
I couldn’t believe what he wanted. “You ask this of a lot of women?”
He blushed, which made him look even cuter. “No, Sheryl. I’ve never asked a woman, because I was too afraid of rejection.”
“And you aren’t afraid of me rejecting you?” I placed my hand on top of his.
“I fear it, but my attraction overrules my fear when I look at you.”
I really liked his answer. I parted my legs slowly while moving his hand between my legs.
He shuddered and slowly looked down between my legs. Licking his lips hungrily, he asked, “And you want this?”
“Yes, I would be honored, Rahem.”
“And I can taste you? You are healthy?”
“Yes, I am.” I liked his concern and I liked the way he asked.
I love when a man is blunt. I was even more turned on now. I parted my legs even more in front of him resting my foot on his thigh.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, realizing I wore no underwear.
Watching him dip his dark head of hair between my legs was erotically blissful. Then I felt his strong wet tongue wondrously lick in a circular motion around my soft heaven.
Rahem certainly loved this as he flicked his tongue voraciously between my legs, ushering my clit to come out and play. My body shivered in pleasure as he gathered momentum with his tongue.
Biting my bottom lip, I enjoyed myself completely as he fully engaged my body to orgasm. Heat encompassed me and I wanted to scream.
Rahem certainly had skills when it came to oral pleasure. I was certainly impressed.
His mouth tenderly consoled my pussy as I came down from my euphoric apex. He clearly relished bringing me to orgasm as much as I enjoyed being taken there.
Diary Of A… (c) Sylvia Hubbard. All Rights Reserved 2010 | Published by HubBooks
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