Zane's Erotica Noir eMonthly
March 2000

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Announcements

How to Really Ride A Dick-Responses to Poll Question

One Sistah's Unique Outlook On Sexuality

HOOCHIE CHECKLIST

THE GOOD, THE BAD AND THE UGLY

Black Dick by Berthony Poux

Images Of You by Ronald Waters

MASQUERADE by Ecutiepie

Masquerade

Message Boards

Announcements

If you haven't signed my guest book, please stop by the main page of Erotica Noir and do so.  18 people out of 74,000 visitors?  Sheesh, show a sistah some love-LOL! Okay, I confess that is hasn't been there all along but it is now so please sign.  Thanks! Guest Book

Also, back by special demand, are the majority of the past newsletters.  The remainder are still missing in action on my old computer that crashed but I am working on it.  You can see the entire listing on the main newsletter page.

I would first off like to thank everyone that has purchased The Sex Chronicles: Shattering the Myth and for the wonderful 5-star reviews on Amazon.com.  I am overwhelmed that the book has gotten just a great response.  If you haven't picked up your copy, the book is now available at Amazon.com, BarnesandNoble.com, Borders.com, CushCity.com, Booksamillion.com, Buybooks.com, and at your local bookstore.  Most bookstores have to order it from the distributor so the best way to get the book immediately is through Amazon (they have plenty in stock and it ships in 24 hours) or through mail order by sending $22 plus $3 shipping and handling to: Strebor Books International, LLC, Post Office Box 10127, Silver Spring, MD 20914.  

Addicted will be out in May and I am proud to announce that the film rights to the book have been optioned before its release. I am about to start working on the screenplay and casting selections are already being made.  Look for Addicted-The Movie within the next 18-24 months.  The book can be preordered at Amazon.

I would also like everyone to call their local bookstore or African-American owned store and ask them if they carry my book.  The more people demand it, the more they will carry it.  Thanks.

I would appreciate everyone supporting my publishing efforts because that is the only compensation I receive for my efforts over the past three years of maintaining web sites and doing a lengthy e-zine.  Everyone in my immediate circle that sees me juggling my time to do this, thinks I am crazy for doing all of this for free and coming out of my pocket for the web space to boot.  Trust me, this is not easy and it extremely time-consuming.  It is 2:24 AM now and I have to be up at 6AM and it will still take me about another hour to email this out to the humongous list. Realistically, I don't know how much longer I can continue to do the monthly e-zine.  If you have ever printed it out, you would know that it is damn near a magazine-LOL.  

With that said, I would like to know what you, as a reader and visitor to my site, would like to see on an adult-oriented web site.  Please email all suggestions to me at zane@eroticanoir.com.  If you could personally design your dream web site, what would be on it?  Thanks!

If you are in the Washington, DC area, please tune into Love Talk and Slow Jams on 95.5 WPGC on Wednesday, the 15th. I will be the on-air guest. Also, if you are in the MD/DC/VA area, please email me if you are interested in being added to my list of upcoming events throughout the area, including parties I will be directly involved in this summer at a 55,000 square foot mansion as well as three different night clubs in DC and MD starting next week.  Trust me, I have been coming up with party themes and you don't want to miss them.  My only rule is that all judgments and inhibitions must be left at the door.

Saturday, March 18th
8PM-Until

When was the last time you felt totally relaxed? Take some time out of your hectic schedule and join Cayman Kelly, host of the Red Light Special on 93.9 WKYS, as he presents a Pampering Party for the ladies at the Holiday Inn Downtown-1155 14th Street, NW Washington, DC. The Pampering Party will be located in the Washington Jefferson Room on the 2nd Level. Admission is free and there will be various pay services available including manicures, pedicures and massages. There will also be a male strip show and an adult sex toy/lingerie show.

Monday, March 20th
6-10PM

Want to see some VERY HOT men? AdultDC.com presents the Monday Male Revue at the Ascot Club located at 1708 L Street, NW. This will be a classy, candlelight event featuring music from the 70’s & 80’s for those of you into old school jams. Door prizes will be given out. Admission is $5 before 6PM and $10 after 6PM. This event will be ongoing every Monday night for the next three months. You can get in even cheaper if you go to AdultDC.com and download the ipass.

How to Really Ride A Dick-Responses to Poll Question

My poll question of the month was: What is the best way to ride a dick?

Here are some of the responses I received:

1) The best way is to ride it facing his feet. So he can get a full view of your black ass (which will just about make him cum right then and there). You can alternate taking it all, with full penetration, and going up and down on it supporting your weight with your legs...(you can get your leg exercises out of the way at the same time)

2) The best way to ride a dick is to first have the man sitting in an upright position.  A nice comfortable sturdy chair usually works.  Then, keep the man still and do all the riding by teasing the tip and then plunging all the way down.  Squeeze muscles and things you never knew you had in you.

3) ...to ride a dick? Well...I think the best way to ride a dick is female superior. It affords a number of advantages for both partners:
For the woman, it allows her to control the time, angle, and rate of insertion. It allows for deeper penetration, and allows her to control the rate of "slippin' and slidin'."
For the man, it restricts him, thus you get the advantages of being "bound" without the restraints; it doesn't tire your back, knees, or arms, it allows her to do the work (as Kramer once said), and it's sexy as hell to watch her tits bobbing around as she pumps away.

4) Hello Zane,  I always turn my self around and ride it backward. my man cum quick. try it. turn a round and see. He will love it that your answers for today take care.

5) As a man, the best way I think a dick should be ridden (based on how I like mine rode), is for the woman to have her back to to the man so she is facing his feet. Leaning forward slightly, she should make circular and deep up and down movements with her hips while simultaneously squeezing her Kegel muscles. DAYUM!!!!!!

One Sistah's Unique Outlook On Sexuality

I asked a very cool, very open sistah that emails me from time-to-time to share her attitude toward sexuality with my readers.  I know a lot of women feel the same way that she does and I feel it is important for them to realize they are not alone and that there is absolutely nothing wrong with their outlook.  This is what "Lady T" wrote:

"I am a 40 year old women, in the prime of my life and do not foresee marriage or an inclusive relationship. I don't have the time patience or the energy to do so. Does this mean that I forego my sexuality? My choice and answer is no. I love the entire aspect of sharing intimate times with an individual of my choice. I am a very sensual woman and because I have made a decision in my life not to search for the long-term commitment of any type, I have not made the decision of celibacy. Sexuality is an exploration of ones soul, it can be an inner release or rejuvenation of ones inner being. I have learned to use self-stimulation, and this has helped in many ways. I still however love the feeling of laying in someone's arms, hearing the breathing and heartbeat of my partner. listening to the sounds of stimulation, and eroticism building up. The touching, tasting, listening, smelling, and seeing the bodies entwine into each other. What other activity can you use all the sensations that God has provided us?
In my jump into my forties, I have develop a new sense of well being. I have made new discoveries in my body and there are freedoms now in my sexuality that has never been there before. I find that my limits and fears have lessened, and I'm now more open to allowing new experimentation's into my sensual experiences. I am now more capable verbalizing my needs and desires.
I am able to also respond to the needs and desires of others. My communication skills have increased, and my ability to say what turns me on has also added an extra dimension. Overall I guess my thought process is this, I have no inclination for a permanent relationship and at the same time I have no inclination in giving up my sexual activities. In these days we MUST learn how to add protection to our sexual experience, making it apart of foreplay instead of a duty. We must be willing to verbalize our needs and desires, and never be afraid to explore beyond what we consider normalcy. It is just as important to be able to say no and I am uncomfortable with that. Sex for me is as important as eating, it is a need in my life and I don't feel ashamed to say it is just that important to me. It's an aspect of life that I refuse to give up, but also I realize I must take all necessary precautions so that I can enjoy this for a very long time."

All I can say to that is, "Amen Sistah!"

HOOCHIE CHECKLIST

You know you're a HOOCHIE if...

1. Your idea of high fashion is spandex and faux leopard.
2. Your nails are more than an inch long.
3. You've got a ring for every finger and you wear them all at once.
4. Your jam is Missy's "Sock It to Me."
5. You take your toddlers to "R"-rated movies.
6. You've been on welfare more than three years.
7. You ever got your hair "did."
8. You think you're high class cause you've had Cristal.
9. You named your kids anything ending in "sha," as in Aiesha, Laquesha, Moesha.
10. Your name ends in "sha."
11. Your man is in jail.
12. Your man just got out of jail.
13. You ever threw a tv (or any other appliance) at a man.
14. You ever crawled out of a club because a fight broke out.
15. You ever started a fight in a club cause someone looked at your man.
16. You ever started a fight cause you didn't like the way someone looked at you.
17. You'd rather have a big screen tv than a computer.
18. You think blue contacts look good on you.
19. You ever said, "I love-ded-ded my man."
20. You ever said, "I love me some him."
21. You like a man with a gold tooth.
22. You've got a gold tooth.
23. You've worn more than one hairstyle at a time... (you know, finger waves on the left, crimps on the right, braids in the back).
24. You've purchased buy 1, get 1 free shoes.
25. You carry your baby on your hip.
26. You've got a baby on each hip.
27. You've ever traded food stamps for anything.
28. You've got a boyfriend and a man on the side.
29. You like to brag, "Ain't no shame in my game."
30. You gotta go down the street to use the phone.
31. You've ever gone down to your baby daddy's job to get money for pampers, milk, groceries, etc.
32. You only go to church to hear the upbeat music.
33. You go to church to see who you "outdressed", undressed or dress is shorter than yours.
34. You go to church to "catch". (These 3 give you the distinction of
being a "CHOOCHIE")
35. You shacking with yo baby daddy brother while yo baby daddy in jail.
36. You stripping at the same club that your mama dance at.
37. You got her the job.
38. You spent your rent money to get your hair and nails "did", "cause you was going out".
39. Your sons are named Ondray, Anfernee and Antwon because you spell it like you say it.
40. Your sons are all Jr.'s.
41. You call them Li'l Dray, Li'l Penny and Li'l Twon.
42. You dress them like triplets even though each looks just like his daddy.
43. Your response to any of the above was "So. . .".

THE GOOD, THE BAD AND THE UGLY

Good: Your hubby and you agree, no more kids
Bad: You can't find your birth control pills
Ugly: Your daughter borrowed them

Good: Your son studies a lot in his room
Bad: You find several porn movies hidden there
Ugly: You're in them

Good: Your husband understands fashion
Bad: He's a cross-dresser
Ugly: He looks better than you

Good: Your son's finally maturing
Bad: He's involved with the woman next door
Ugly: So are you

Good: You give the birds and bees talk to your daughter
Bad: She keeps interrupting
Ugly: With corrections

Good: Your daughter got a new job
Bad: As a hooker
Ugly: Your coworkers are her best clients
Way ugly: She makes more money than you do

Good: Your wife is pregnant.
Bad: It's triplets
Ugly: You had a vasectomy five years ago.

Black Dick by Berthony Poux
Copyright©2000
All Rights Reserved

I know you want to
kiss the tip
lick your lips
b4 you take a hit 
of my...
Black dick

Ride 10 inches high
grip my strong black stallion 
between your thighs
move your hips
take power strides
of my...
Black dick

Just Ride me Baby
as my tip hits
against your backbone
moan in pleasure
as sweat and love juice mix together
The combination is hmm so sweet
Your G-spot is ooh so deep
but I got Black dick
so you know that I can reach

Just Ride me Baby
all the way to passion’s peek
Take every inch of my strength 
until it makes you weak
Scream your lungs out
until you can no longer speak

See, I’m giving you Black dick.
Letting you feel the real
Fuck what you heard 
or read in them fairy tales
I’m your prince charmin’
Poundin’ your clitoris
with body friction
Giving it to you hard
making sure Black is your addiction
It doesn’t matter what position
I’ll hit your spot from every angle
Heaven is reserved for after death
but Black dick is your living sample

If you ask me (Mahogany)
it’s as easy as 1, 2, 3
Black dick pleases every woman
but was made for Black pussy.

Copyright 2000 Berthony Poux
http://www.brooklynpoet.com 

Images Of You by Ronald Waters
Copyright©1999
All Rights Reserved

Images of you cascading through my mind
As endless waterfalls of love 
Wash over our entwined bodies
As we make love over and over again
Witnessed only buy the moon and the stars
As we are gently washed away
By that cascading waterfall 
Filled with thoughts of you
Washing through my mind.

Images of you cascading over my soul
As your warm soft body surrounds mine
Pulling me in deeper, and yet deeper still
Into your soul, into your heart
Into your soft warm place
That you reserve for only me
Wet with the mist of anticipation
Of how my love feels inside
Gliding deeper and deeper
Climaxing into images
Cascading over my soul 
And bringing our essence that much closer.

Images of you cascading as tears over my eyes
Wet, warm, soul soaking tears of pure joy
An ecstasy beyond any we have known
Waves of passion spilling up 
And over flowing from us
As we swirl into an ocean of us
A liquid love so powerful it can create life
And in each tear
Through each tear our future is clearer
Cascading into reality
And bringing us closer to our tomorrows.

By Ronald Waters 11/12/1999

It is my pleasure to introduce to the world, Ecutiepie.  You guys better get used to seeing her around because I plan on publishing her work in the very near future, along with Ronald Waters, the author of the previous poem.  Let Ecutiepie and me know what you think of her story.

MASQUERADE

By Ecutiepie

All Rights Reserved by Author 

“Twenty dollars,” the Laotian manicurist said rudely as he set slammed down the bottle of quick-dry top coat. 
“As soon as you fix this cocaine finger. You will get nothing until he looks like his brothers and sisters,” I spat out as I held up my right hand. The pinkie had a nail that was at least 2 and a half inches longer than the rest of the nails. 
Puckering his lips, he squirted nail polish remover on a cotton ball and began re-doing the nail. As he buffed, filed, and polished, I went back to the reading the article in the Essence that I had taken with me. Looking up a few minutes later, I saw that he was setting down the bottle of polish.
“Twenty dollars,” he demanded.
Giving him a haughty look, I reached down into my purse. As I was grabbing a twenty, I saw him turn to the other manicurists sitting parallel to him. Then, in his native tongue he said something animatedly to them. Looking up at me, they laughed loudly, drawing the attention of the shop’s other patrons. Looking at him smiling obscenely, I grew disgusted.
“I always thought the same thing about you, you filthy, stupid Boat Gooks,” I spat out. 
A silence came over the room as the nail technicians grew embarrassingly silent.
The silence was broken by a young woman who was getting gemstones embedded in her the nail of her forefinger. She cackled loudly at the comment I had just made.
“You go Sister! Tell ‘em,” her companion screamed and laughed as she waved her long, curved, orange nails in the air.
The rest of the patrons joined in the laughter as the workers sat silently. I spoke no Asian languages but they were too silly to know that. I thought it to be extremely rude to speak in another language about people who brought you business. Dropping the folded twenty back into my purse, I gave them a filthy look, turned on my heel, and stalked out of the nail salon. 
I hated going to Asians to get my nails done but Gerri, my regular manicurist was out of town at a Cosmetology convention. The Graduate Chapter of my sorority was holding it’s annual Masquerade Ball and I wanted everything, including my nails, to look perfect. Holding up my French Manicured nails, I blew out my anger and hummed as I thought about the coming night.
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Carefully, I placed the jester’s hat with bells on it’s pointy ends upon my ringlets and placed my purple satin mask over my eyes. Sliding on jesters shoes with curled toes and bells, I stood in front of my full length mirror and took in my appearance. When ordinary people would look at me, they would see a beautiful jester. When an intellectual person would see me, they would recognize me as Fortunato from the Edgar Allen Poe masterpiece “A Cask Of Amontillado”. After spritzing myself with Coco by Chanel, I picked up my antique English mead mug and my keys. Prancing out into the cool New Orleans moonlight, I knew that it was going to be a wonderful night.
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Entering the Grand Ballroom of the Royal Sonesta Hotel, I saw a throng of lavishly dressed, masked people. The room was ablaze with torches and there was a cheery buzz above the music. Stopping a passing waiter carrying a tray of champagne flutes and a bottle of Moet, I held out my mead glass for him to fill. Taking a sip, I looked a the party in progress around me. Fixing my beautiful smile and poising myself, I prepared to prance through the ballroom to see and be seen. 
Everyone was costumed in their finest and I recognized no one behind the elaborate masks. As I walked through the thick of the crown, I spotted a woman sporting a huge and defiant afro with a pair of huge gold hoop earrings.
“You look wonderful!” Corrinne exclaimed.
“Thank you. And look at you,” I replied. “You make a beautiful Angela Davis.  Have you seen anyone good?”
“Not really. Just a few Lone Rangers and there is a fine looking Hercules over there by the door,” Corrinne said as a Booby Seale look-alike in a black leather jacket joined her.
“Well court jester, tell me a joke,” he clowned as he put his arm around Corrinne’s waist. 
“If I were a jester, I am sure I would have a delightful joke for you Cory. Now, I must run along and see what trouble I can get into.” Giving Corrine and her boyfriend a sly wink, I moved back into the crowd and took in the scenes around me. The dance floor was filled with people swaying to Phyllis Hyman’s “Meet Me on the Moon”. Smiling at the happy party goers, I moved towards the back of the ballroom. After getting another waiter to refill my glass, I walked towards the lavishly laden buffet tables.
I stood contemplating whether or not oysters on the half shell could be eaten neater than oysters Rockefeller. The food looked wonderful and the champagne was the only thing I had consumed all day. Turning around, I saw a group of French Milk Maids trying to guess who a large, masked figure was. Causally walking up to me, the figure smiled behind his mask.
“Let me see,” he said in a smooth baritone. “Fortunato. Wonderful to see you although I do not spy your coat-of-arms. That is unless it is sewn in a hidden place.”
“Wonderful,” I said. “You are either very intellectual or very good at guessing.  You are the first person tonight to know who I actually am. Let’s see,” I said, putting my forefinger to my lips. Taking in his cotton slacks and his turn of the century starched, white ruffled shirt, I let a smile play upon my lips. 
“Can’t guess?” he laughed. and lightly swung the sickle he was holding.
“Of course. You would be Toussaint L’Overture,” I said, snapping my fingers.
“Famed leader of the slave revolt in Haiti.”
“Very good Madame,” he said as he watched me begin to fill my plate. “Would you mind if I joined you?”
“Of course not. I would be very honored to entertain the leader of such a successful coup,” I smiled.
“I hear Appilachacola oysters are wonderful for the libido,” he said with a smile on his face. 
“So have I,” I said. Winking saucily at him, I walked towards an empty table.
...satin on my shoulders and a smile on my lips, how lucky can you get. Humming out one of my favorite tunes I sat at the table and thought to myself, Yes. It will be a wonderful night.
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“Have a good evening,” the elevator attendant said as we stepped out onto the tenth floor.
“You have a great night also,” I smiled back at him. As the doors closed, I turned and followed Toussiant down the plushly carpeted hallway. Watching as he unlocked the door, I smiled and thought back over the wonderful party downstairs. 
Throwing open the door, he motioned for me to walk in before him. Stepping into the richly decorated Sonesta Suite, I felt like a princess. Walking across the room and opening the French Doors, I stepped out onto the balcony. There was a wonderful view of the French Quarter. The full moon cast an indigo hue and made everything appear magical. Turning back into the room, I padded in my satin jester slippers over to the French Provincial table and looked through the basket of New Orleans specialties that the hotel provided for all it’s guest, even the last minute ones. Picking up a package of chicory from Cafe du Mooned, I sniffed it’s wonderful aroma. Next to the basket sat a bottle of smooth, aged cognac.
Turning back to Toussaint, I saw him removing his ruffled shirt to reveal a white cotton take tee that stood stark against his smooth, dark chest. He walked over to me and embraced me as we fell onto the antique goosedown bed. We chuckled as we felt the softness of the bed. Downstairs we’d polished off two bottles of Moet and were feeling quite spirited. 
Getting up from the bed, Toussaint walked over to the table and picked up the gourmet basket, the bottle of cognac, and two crystal glasses. Opening the bottle, he poured out two glasses and handed me one. I stood and sniffed the rich scent of the cognac he handed me. Raising his glass in a toast, he spoke warmly to me.
“To Fortunato, this may not have come from a cask but I think you will enjoy it. Salut.”
“Salut,” I said as I clinked my glass with his. Taking a sip, the mellow cognac blazed a warm and delicious trail down my throat.
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Perched on the cherrywood dresser, I was clad in a purple satin bra, matching tap panties, my purple mask, and belled jester slippers. Toussaint refilled my glass, toasted me, and swigged down the last of the bottle. Setting it down, he waited while I tossed back my drink and then reached out to me. Standing, I reached out and attempted to remove his mask.
“No. The mystery is the most wonderful part of the night,” he shook his head slowly he placed my hand on his back. 
“What is your name?” I questioned, yearning to know his identity.
“I am Toussiant. Pleased to meet you,” he said with a bow.
“And I am Fortunato. Delighted to meet you,” I said.
“What wonderful underthings you wear friend,” he said thickly as he took in my purple satin bra and panties. “Tis my favorite color also.”
Backing away, I pulled off my bra and tap panties and handed them to him.
“It is an old English custom to give an admirer the things they admire,” I said.
Rubbing the bra against his cheek, he opened the panties and boldly inhaled the scent of the seat while staring at me.
“Why sniff the wrapping when you can have the real thing,” I said coquettishly. I lay back on the bed, spread my legs, opened the folds of my pussy, and promptly passed out. 
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I was awakened by the sensation of my pussy being slowly licked. Opening one heavy lidded eye, I took in the white curtains blowing in the breeze as the soft, ozone scented drizzle fell outside. The blue moonlight outlined the figure of Toussaint kneeling between my legs. Groaning with pleasure, I tried to bring my hand down to rub his head.
Startled, I noticed that my hands were tired to the cherrywood bedposts with silken scarves. Attempting to lift my legs, I felt that they were tied also. The sensation of him tasting my pussy was unlike anything I had ever felt before. Not being able to fight the beautiful sensation, I let out a soft, low moan. 
“Ahh....alas Fortunato has awakened. Hermes does make the most delightful scarves, don’t you think?” Toussaint said. He leisurely got up, selected an item from the bedside basket and moved over to the tiny microwave. I wanted so badly to reach down and rub my pussy and savor the feelings that he had just inflicted. Looking up at the richly colored silk scarves, I let a smile come onto my face. Drifting back to the warm cocoon of sleep, I once again embraced it’s peacefulness.
The feeling of something warm and creamy being poured on my nipples cause me to lift my head once again. Passion burned at the pit of my stomach while he poured a warm trail of praline sauce down to my wet pussy. Placing the jar back on the beside table, he sucked and licked the warm, rich sauce from my nipples. My back arched in pleasure and I wished that I could hold his head and forever feel the lapping of his tongue on my hardened peaks. Moving down, he sucked the trail of the sweet sauce down my body, pausing to lap it up from my navel. Letting out a tender moan, I felt my head fill with the sensation of seduction. Opening my pussy, his hot and wet tongue roughly licked the tender skin of my clitoris. With each lick, I came closer and closer to the point of no return. When he heard me crying out in ecstasy, he licked harder, and rougher. I yelped with passion as I began coming in sweet, violent waves. 
Rising from his post in paradise, he opened the drawer on the nightstand and retrieved two items. I closed my eyes, relishing the sensation of the wonderful orgasm I just experienced. A tickling sensation cause my eyes to fly open. He was perched over me, tickling my nose with a soft, purple peacock plume. Moving the beautiful feather down, he stroked my nipples lightly, causing the juices in my pussy to stir. Taking the plume, he brushed it against the silken hair of my pubis. Wanting so badly to squeeze my thighs together, I moved my ankles but the scarves were tied firmly into place. while my spine racked with the shock of another orgasm. As I came, I moaned out shamelessly.
Tossing the plume down, he reached for the second item. Closing my eyes, I anticipated the sensation of the feather against my skin. Hearing a crack slice the silent air, I looked up in alarm. Standing at the edge of the bed was Toussaint, holding a small, tasseled, black leather whip. Moving the whip down he tickled my pussy with it’s soft leather tassels. He brought the whip to my face and tickled my lips. Opening my mouth, I licked my juices off the tassels with my tongue as he watched in passionate amusement. Positioning himself beside me on the bed, he rubbed the whip against my thigh.
“Do you always have too much to drink at parties and follow, strange men upstairs,” he asked me as he stared at me from behind the mask. Picking up the whip, he swung it down on my thighs as I cried out in delicious pain.
“Do you always get naked and then pass out, leaving a poor man to pleasure himself? Answer me,” he said as he gently but firmly brought the whip down on my legs and thighs. The sweet pain was hard enough to sting but gentle enough not to bruised. My moans drowned out the sounds of the whip coming down upon me. When I was on the bring of another orgasm, he dropped the whip to the side of the bed. Reaching for the scarf at my ankles, he freed my legs. Coming up, he kissed me gently and then roughly, teasing my tongue with his. Then as abruptly as he began, he stopped and tied my mouth shut with the sweet scarves. Relieving himself of his clothes and leaving on only his mask, he opened my legs and pushed his hard, black dick into my waiting, throbbing pussy. He began pounding at my pussy with such a frenzy as I have never known. I squeezed down on his juicy dick as he fucked me harder and harder. Deeper and deeper he drove until I felt he was inside my soul. I felt myself about to come as he pumped harder and harder.  Wrapping my legs around his waist and squeezing his body to me, I felt him pounding my pussy as we both came, groaning loudly in ecstasy. And then, for the final time that night, I passed out into a coma-like sleep.
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Le petite morte, as it is called by the French. The little death as it is called by others. The next morning I awoke to the sound of the soft rain and knew that I had finally experienced it. Testing my hands, I saw that my wrists were no longer bound but instead were laying gently at my sides. Sitting up, I took off my purple silk mask. There was no sign of Toussiant. I felt a bittersweet feeling of loss come over me. I knew nothing about him. I didn’t even know his real name. Walking over to the table, I saw a creamy white envelope with a purple seal. Tearing it open, I read his words.
“Fortunato, may you never know passion as we shared. But may your life be filled with wonderful experiences. And may you always know peace beyond passion. T.”
Letting the envelope fall to the table, I gathered my clothes, dressed, and stepped out into the New Orleans rain.
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Pulling the cart that contained my books and folders, I opened the door to my new office. The summer semester was due to begin in two weeks and I had come back, along with the rest of the faculty to prepare. This was to be my first semester teaching Since I received my Ph.D.
Walking over to my desk, I sat down and inhaled the pleasant dusty scent as I leaned back and thought about the wonderful experiences of the past Spring.  A knock on my door interrupted my reverie. 
“Welcome Miss Babaloa. I trust that you had a wonderful break,” Dr. Black, head of the department smiled at me in his warm, fatherly way.
“It was wonderful Dr. Black. I trust that yours was wonderful also?” 
“Indeed it was. If you aren’t busy, would you please come with me to greet a new colleague?”
“Of course,” I answered as I grabbed my purse. Whipping out my compact, I quickly repaired my lipstick and fluffed out my hair. Male or female, they were going to get a beautiful first impression of Miss Adu Babaloa. 
Standing, I followed a smiling Dr. Black down the corridor. I met Dr. Black in my the last semester of my Ph.D. program at Loyola. We were both at an African American writer’s conference and he immediately took me under his wing. He had called me during the break to tell me that there was a position open at the all Black, Catholic University he taught at across town. I had accepted graciously and we had been as thick as thieves ever since.
Stopping in front of a closed door, Dr. Black knock and then turned to beam at me. When the door opened, he ushered me in and I came face to face with a very large, very handsome man. He was the color of a melting Hershey Bar and I was immediately smitten. Something about him seemed familiar until I remembered that this was always the type of man I dreamed about.
“Dr. Adu Babaloa, meet Dr. Black,” Dr. Black said politely. Seeing the confused look on my face, he chuckled and explained. “This is my son. Dr. Toussaint Black, named after the legendary Haitian leader. He will be working with you as the associate professor of African American literature.”
“Pleased to meet you,” I said as we exchanged pleasantries. 
“Now I shall let you two get acquainted while I attend to university business,” Dr. Black said as he prepared to leave the room. “I look forward to working with both of you in the semesters ahead.”
As he closed the door behind him, I turned to look at the younger Dr. Black, who was busying himself unpacking books from cardboard cartons. 
“So, tell me a little about yourself,” I asked, turning from reading his degrees on the walls. 
“Well I am pretty easy to get along with,” he smiled at me. “My only pet peeve is people who enter without knocking,” he said as he cut open another cardboard container with a box cutter.
“Of course, knocking is common courtesy. I have the same pet peeve,” I agreed.
“Besides,’ he continued. If someone barges in, they may catch me smelling these. 
Lifting two articles of purple satin out of the newly opened box, he brought them to his nose and sniffed them. Then opening his desk drawer, he placed them inside. Giving me a wink, he said, “It’ll be a wonderful semester, Fortunato.”

Masquerade

by Zane

From The Sex Chronicles: Shattering the Myth

Copyright©1999

All Rights Reserved

"Noelle, don't take it the wrong way baby!"

"What other way is there to take it?" I reached over on the nightstand and retrieved a couple of facial tissues out of the dispenser. "You come over here and tell me you're dumping my ass and I'm supposed to jump for joy?"

"No, nothing like that. I just hate to see you crying so please stop." Pierce started caressing my right shoulder as if that would help any. "Besides, I'm not dumping you. I just feel like we both need to see other people for awhile so that we can explore other avenues."

"Explore other avenues?" My tears started to dry up and the anger set in. "What the fuck do you mean? Other avenues?"

He jumped up from the bed and had the nerve to get a TUDE. "Look Noelle, there's no reason for you to cuss at me. I mean, it's not like we're married or no shit like that. You need to take a reality check."

"I just don't understand why you want to see other women."

"You want me to be honest with you, Noelle?"

"Honesty's always the best policy so they say. Hell yeah, I want to know the truth!"

"Okay, but I was trying to be nice about this." I couldn't freakin' believe that Pierce was doing this shit to me. After all I did to be with him, all the dinners I cooked for him, all the sacrifices I made and his ass was kicking me to the curb. "I need a woman who is more....."

"More what?" My lips started trembling and my nerves were wrecked. I was expecting him to say he wanted a woman with bigger tities or a bigger ass or a bigger bank account or some backass shit like that. Boy, was I wrong!

"I need a woman who's more freaky!"

"What the hell do you mean, more freaky?" That was the last fucking straw. I jumped up from the bed and got physical, taking the palm of my hand and shoving him in the chest. "You and I do a bunch of freaky shit!"

"We do? Like what?"

I felt a migraine coming on. "Well, I suppose if you have to ask, they must not be freaky enough."

"I guess not!" He headed out the bedroom and towards the front door of my apartment. "Look Noelle, I’ll give you a call in a couple of days. Cool?"

"You’re really serious about this dating other people shit, aren't you?"

"Yes, I'm dead serious. I’m not saying I don't want to be with you because I do. In fact, more than likely, I'll end up marrying you and having a house full of kids, but right now I need to get some things out of my system." Damn him! "I'll catch you later, boo."

He was out in the hallway waiting for the elevator when I peeked out my door. "Pierce, what about our date this Friday? The masquerade party at Trent's house?"

"I’m still going to go and it's cool if you do too. I think we should go separately though." With that, Pierce stepped on the elevator and was gone.

I was devastated, depressed, delirious, pissed the fuck off even. I cried myself to sleep that night but by the time the sun came up the next morning, I was ready to pay his ass back in spades. If he wanted freaky, I would give his ass freaky.

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I arrived at Trent's house about midnight. People in wild ass costumes and masks were everywhere. I decided to wear a black leather cat outfit with a tail and snaps in the crotch with no underwear underneath. It was strap-less and had a push-up bra built in so my 40DD breasts were looking succulent. I had a leather whip attached on my hip. I made sure Pierce wouldn't be able to recognize me by wearing a feathered mask like the ones they wear at Mardi Gras, a black wig cut in a cool ass bob and white contact lenses that made me look like a straight-up freak. Freaky and sexy as all hell rolled into one.

Pierce was over in one of the dark corners flirting with a couple of hoochies. I knew it was him because he was dressed as a fireman. I had selected the costume a couple of weeks before so he was easy to spot.

After downing a couple of Long Island Iced Teas and watching people dance and get intimate with each other in the designated dancing area, I decided to do what it was I came there to do and teach Pierce a lesson he would never forget.

I took a quick survey of the area and spotted the person I was looking for, Trent. He was dressed as the Phantom of the Opera with a black tuxedo and cape on along with a white mask. Several of his friends were surrounding him and wishing him a happy birthday since that was the whole purpose of the masquerade party from jump.

Pierce was one of the people crowded around him and I kept my head down a little as I brushed by him to get to Trent. I cleared my throat and got ready to use the Jamaican accent I had practiced, walked up to Trent and whispered in his ear. "Happy birthday to you, baby!"

He took me by the hand and looked me up and down, but didn't recognize me. He and I had only met a few times. He was a close friend of Pierce's from college. "Damn, do I know you, sexy lady?"

"Not yet but you're about to get to know me." I reached down and started caressing his dick through his pants while Pierce and the rest of them hollered typical macho things out like, "Get that pussy man", "Damn man" and "She's hot for you, Trent".

"Really?" He started palming my ass and other people started looking on as well, including some of the women who were instantly upset and jealous. "What did you have in mind?"

I pushed him down on a chair at one of the round tables covered with white linen tablecloths and then straddled myself over his legs, facing him. "Let me show you what I have in mind." I almost laughed because my Jamaican accent was the bomb.

I stuck my tongue deep inside his hungry and awaiting mouth. He gladly returned the kisses and I must admit, I knew right off the bat I was going to enjoy fucking the shit out of Trent’s ass. I always thought he was fine anyway.

After we tongued the hell out of each other for about five more minutes, I got up and stood between his legs as I lowered the front of my leather suit, allowing my massive breasts to be viewed by everyone in the room. Miraculously, a silence befell the room and the only sound that remained was the music. Ironically, it was Do Me Baby by Prince. Everyone was in awe. I glanced around to look at Pierce, who was in a daze, before I decided to hold my left breast out for Trent to suckle on.

He eagerly took my hard nipple into his mouth and fed off it slowly at first. Then, he decided he wanted them both, grabbed a hold of each one, and rapidly moved his head and tongue back and forth from left to right. My pussy was getting so wet from all the excitement that I began to care less and less about who was watching. Besides, my identity was safe and that was the beauty of it.

A waitress was walking past with a tray load of champagne flutes. I grabbed one and poured the champagne over my breasts so he could lick it all off.

The disc jockey cut off all the music so he could come and join the crowd of people watching the show. Needless to say, there wasn't a single person on the dance floor. The only sounds left then were his sucking noises and my moans.

I unsnapped the crotch of my cat suit and climbed up on the table, laid in front of him and spread my legs. I put the whip around his neck and pulled him closer to me. I told him he had to be punished for being such a bad boy and that he had two choices. "Eat my pussy or face the whip!"

Trent started laughing and looked around at his buddies who started ranting and raving again and giving each other high fives. "Shit, I’m not afraid of the whip, but I prefer the pussy!"

With that, he drew the clit of my freshly-shaved pussy into his mouth and starting sucking on it. My pussy juices were really flowing as he spread my lips apart so he could lick up and down the inside of each one, lapping up every droplet of my nectar.

Once Trent made me cum 2-3 times, I got up from the table and got down on my knees so I could get his dick out his pants. The white contact lenses almost popped out my eyes when I saw how big it was. His dick was twice the size of Pierce’s. I realized there was a whole new world I had been missing out on by tying myself down to one man.

I took the tip of my tongue and slid it down the slit on the top of his dick, savoring the precum oozing out of it and admiring the way the veins were popping out as it pulsated. I gave his dick the royal treatment and proceeded to give it a wax job with my mouth. I could only fit about four inches of it in my throat, other then the head, because it was so thick and juicy.

I heard some sexually-repressed sista yell out, "Oh no, girlfriend is not sucking his dick right in front of all these peeps?"

The hell if I wasn’t! I sucked and sucked until my mouth was sore and he shot a hot load of cum down my throat, making a warm lining in my stomach. I sucked his dick soft and then kept at it until it was hard again.

Then, I got up and climbed onto the table on my hands and knees and it was all too obvious that I wanted him to hit it from the back. He grabbed a hold of my leather-covered ass cheeks and gently slid the head of his dick into my throbbing, wet pussy. I had to take a deep breath to brace myself for the rest of it because I knew he was about to knock the bottom out of my pussy. That’s exactly what he did!

Right there, in front of all his birthday guests, Trent fucked the hell out of me. I knew, at that moment, that he was the man for me and not Pierce. What started out as simple payback turned into pure, unadulterated lust and I loved every minute of it. He fucked me so hard that tears started to run down my face from underneath my mask. Never has anyone fucked me so intensely and I could barely stand it. It was a confusing mixture of pain and pleasure and before it was all over and said and done, my ass was turned the fuck out, my mind was blown, and I was in love.

He tugged on the wig, trying to force my pussy back further on his dick. For a moment, I thought my ass was busted. I got a hold of it just in time to prevent my light brown hair from being exposed. I took Trent's hands and put them on my breasts instead so he could rub my nipples in between his thumbs and forefingers.

I sat all the way back on his dick and started riding it right there on top of the table and both of us were panting and moaning. We fucked each other like beasts until we both exploded in unison and the tablecloth ended up covered with cum.

After he reluctantly took his dick out, I jumped up from the table and pushed my way through the crowd, my 40DD breasts still uncovered and bouncing up and down. Trent tried to run after me but Pierce and the rest of his buddies were too busy bombarding him with comments, slaps on the back, and congrats for fucking the shit out of me in front of the whole crew.

I made it outside and took in some of the fresh, night air. I searched, through tear-drenched eyes, for the Toyota Camry I had rented so no one would see me driving my actual car. When I was pulling off, I saw Trent run outside and stop in the driveway, catching only a glimpse of my taillights.

I went home that night and fell asleep dreaming about Trent. I woke up the next morning and took a long, hot shower. While I was in there, I fucked myself with the wooden handle of my back brush until I came all over the fiberglass surface of the bath tub.

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For an entire week, I wouldn't answer phone calls from Pierce, who kept leaving messages asking why I never made it to the party because he was waiting for me. Lying ass! Finally, he got fed up and showed up at my door, banging and demanding to be let in.

"What are you doing here, Pierce?" After I opened the door just a little bit, he forced it the rest of the way open so he could barge in.

"What the hell do you think I'm doing here?" He was mad and obviously stressed. "Why haven’t you been answering any of my calls, Noelle?"

"I've been busy and besides, you were the one who wanted to cease and desist for awhile so you could get your freak on with other women." I had endured more than enough of his bullshit.

He looked at me and pulled me down on the couch beside him. "Noelle, I made a mistake. I miss you and I was a fool. I made the mistake of thinking the grass was greener on the other side but you're the only one for me. I don’t want to see anyone else. It’s all about you and me, boo."

It was all I could do not to laugh in his fucking face. Instead, I just looked at him with a perplexed look on my face. "Let me get this straight. You think you can come in here and lay down rules and regulations and once I accept them, you have the audacity to try to take it all back?"

"I love you and I miss being with you. I thought I wanted some sex fiend, but all I really need is you. Your innocence is what's so truly special about you."

That’s when I burst out in laughter. "Oh really?" I paused before I continued, "Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news but I think there's something you should know."

Pierce got up and went in the kitchen to get a beer from the fridge and pretended that my last statement never came out my mouth. "Speaking of sex fiends, you should have seen what happened at the masquerade party. It was off the hook!"

I smirked. "What happened?"

"This girl showed up, someone none of us had ever seen before, and fucked Trent right there in front of every damn body. She was a straight up freak!"

"Sounds like your kind of woman. You said you wanted freaky sex, right?" I didn’t know how much longer I could maintain my composure because it was mad funny.

"For the last time, I was wrong about that. Sure, she was sexy and out there but I'm ready to settle down, have a couple of rugrats, and buy a white house with a picket fence."

He was serious and I almost had second thoughts about what I was about to do. However, the shit he did to me was unforgivable and I could no longer look at him in the same way. "Well Pierce, I like things the way they are."

"Whaaa, what do you mean by that?" He was flustered.

"I think seeing other people is a good thing. In fact, I think it's a wonderful idea and I've already taken your words to heart."

Pierce jumped up in my face with his typical male, double-standard ass. "Are you saying you’re already seeing someone else?"

"Not exactly, but I do have someone in mind." It was time to drive the knife in. "In fact, I fucked him about a week ago and I loved the way he fucked me. He tore my little ass up and fucked me without mercy. He had a big ass dick too."

I thought he was going to punch me for a second but instead he just sat down on the coffee table and put his head in his hands. I went into the bathroom as I added, "In fact, you loved the way he fucked me too."

I heard him shout from the other room. "What the fuck are you talking about, Noelle?" I didn’t answer him. Instead, I just came back in the living room wearing the black wig and white contact lenses. He leapt to his feet. "What the fuck? It was you?"

I giggled and crossed my arms in front of me while I leaned against the wall. "Yes, it was me. Truth be known, all this time you were saying I wasn't freaky enough for you, but it’s the other way around. You’re not anywhere near freaky enough for me!"

He balled his hand into a fist, looked at me with his lips trembling for a couple of minutes while the whole sorted madness of the situation sunk in, and then left out, slamming the door behind him.

I've never seen Pierce again. The friendship between he and Trent ended the day Pierce found out I was moving into Trent's mansion with him. I went back and claimed the man I really wanted. Trent was shocked at first to discover I was the woman who had turned his ass out, but he had been feenin for me the whole time so it was all good.

Let this be a valuable lesson to all you men out there who don’t know a good thing until it's gone. Never judge a book by its cover and never underestimate the power of a woman or else you might just find yourself by yourself.

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