Wandering & Wondering

black erotica

  • Musings on a plane

    Our conversations were foreplay. Both because the bass in his voice made her pussy lips jump in syncopation and because of the actual words coming out of his mouth. And they laughed. Did everyone know that the ability to laugh was the greatest aphrodisiac ever? There was the excitement of finding someone on the same

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  • The Neighbors

    The scent was always the same. If she preparing a seduction for him, she sprayed herself with this indescribable perfume. It had citrus and musk and wafted through the vent to my condo. If it was spontaneous, I usually heard a deep bass whispering in Kreole although I never knew what his words meant. To

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  • Lingering…

    “You linger in my mind every time I talk to you,” he told her on their last marathon phone conversation. Since they spoke on the telephone so sporadically, and saw each other in person even less, she knew he meant what he said as fact. But… He wounded her. Deeply. That’s why she had him

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  • Watching

    He had game so stealth, the Pentagon needed to hire him for a defense contract. Somehow before she knew it, he had her number in his phone and not too much longer thereafter, his tongue down her throat. And just like any surprise attack, she was not prepared. She normally could sum up men with

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  • Taken

    The instagram post said “try not to think of how desperately you need to be taken, bound and fucked right now.” But I couldn’t stop. I had to face my desire that I wanted him to take it from me. I wanted to just feel him come up behind me and stick two fingers inside

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  • Forbidden

    The first time I saw you, I knew I was with the wrong friend. Your smile set my pussy on fire.  The smile that was so rare, it was always radiant. And yet, it was too complicated, too messy to be with you Despite all the time I spent alone with you. Despite the fantasy

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  • Comment

    Mmmmm, memories…polaroid pussy that you stick on the cork board of your head that never, ever lives up to the real thing…even in digital format…nothing in the archive compares to that first feeling of that wet, warm love below (yes, I have been pumpin that Outkast shit “Shhhheee lives in my laaap” anyway…) I am

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  • Timing is everything

    He couldn’t have known that when he sent me the text that I had my hand on my thigh and the his touch on my mind. As the sound of D’Angelo’s How Does It Feel faded on the video and Floetry’s Say Yes came on I traced my finger with thoughts of him. How I

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  • The Plumber

    Ewww…The sewer is backing up in to the kitchen sink. She was disgusted and looked on the net for a plumber who could come out right away. “4Fast Plumbing at your service,” he answered. “I need someone to snake my line and today as soon as someone can come,” she replied, her voice not reflecting

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  • Watercolors

    It was the rhythm of our city that the outsiders could never understand. The chocolate city was home to the original quiet storm and we both remembered nights of listening to melvin lindsey. you preferred the ibex, but i loved to shake it in the black hole but we both could never resist the conga

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