Zane's Erotica Noir eMonthly

March 2001

Thanks to all of you who submitted to the EroticaNoir.com Anthologies.  I will be making final decisions by the end of the month.  The response was overwhelming and it just proves my point that AA Erotica is HOT!

There has been a lot of confusion surrounding my next two novels, Shame On It All and The Heat Seekers.  Shame On It All is coming out in late May and is available for preorder on Amazon.com at http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0967460123/

You can also preorder it from Borders.com or BarnesandNoble.com

The Heat Seekers will be out in August but first I will be publishing a remarkable novel by V. Anthony Rivers entitled Daughter by Spirit.  A brief synopsis: 

Christian Erickson is the perfect man: sincere, handsome, intelligent, and passionate. Maiya Hightower has searched for a man like him throughout her entire life. Unfortunately, when she finally finds Christian he is already taken. Maiya reluctantly settles for a close friendship with Christian and the two of them become inseparable.

In the midst of turmoil in her personal life, Maiya gives birth to a beautiful daughter Angelina, but fears that Angelina will make the same mistakes in her life that she did. Thus, she leads Angelina to believe that a man she has never shared one single act of intimacy with is her biological father. She wants Angelina to grow up with high expectations so she places Christian, who is no longer a part of her life, onto a well-deserved pedestal and convinces Angelina that he is the role model that any young man that comes into her life must follow. Angelina becomes immersed in Christian's world through his words: books, magazine articles, and personal letters written to her mother. Even though she has never met him, she is his daughter by spirit.

Maiya continues this farce for sixteen years with the help of her best friend and mother who oppose the situation but have both been drawn into the lies to the point where they can't get out of them. But like all things in life, whatever you do in the dark eventually comes into the light and Maiya is faced with the consequences of her actions. The only question is will her relationship with her daughter survive.

I will be bringing you more information about all the books in the coming months but you can also get on my mailing list for book information by sending a blank email to Strebor-subscribe@topica.com

Tune in to HBO Real Sex 26 as The Punany Poets Return in
Punany: Back By Popular Demand...Saturday, April 7th, 2001

If you missed them before, you really missed a treat so make sure you watch it this upcoming weekend.

JOKES

1.  The Nursing Home

A little old lady was going up and down the halls in a nursing home. As she walked, she would flip up the hem of her nightgown and say, "Supersex! Supersex!"

She walked up to an elderly man in a wheelchair. Flipping her gown at
him, she again said, "Supersex!"

He sat silently for a moment or two looking up at her. Finally he
answered, "I'll take the soup."

2.   The Eleventh Husband

A lawyer married a woman who had previously divorced ten husbands. On their wedding night, she told her new husband, 'Please be gentle: I'm still a virgin". "What?" said the puzzled groom. 'How can that be if you've been married ten times?

Well, Husband #1 was a sales rep.; he kept telling me how great it was going to be.

Husband #2 was in software services; he was never really sure how it was supposed to function, but he said he'd look into it and get back to me.

Husband #3 was from field services; he said everything checked out diagnostically but he just couldn't get the system up.

Husband #4 was in telemarketing; even though he knew he had the order, he didn't know when he would be able to deliver.

Husband #5 was an engineer; he understood the basic process but wanted three years to research, implement, and design a new state-of-the-art method.

Husband #6 was from finance and admin. he thought he knew how, but he wasn't sure whether it was his job or not.

Husband #7 was in marketing; although he had a nice product, he was never sure how to position it.

Husband #8 was a psychiatrist; all he ever did was talk about it.

Husband #9 was a gynecologist; all he did was look at it.

Husband #10 was a stamp collector; all he ever did was...geesh, I miss
him!

But now that I've married you, I'm really excited! Good, said the lawyer, but why? Duh; you're a lawyer, this time I know I'm gonna get screwed!

3. Escaped Convict

An escaped convict, imprisoned for 1st degree murder, had spent 25 years of his life sentence in prison.

While on the run, he broke into a house and tied up a young couple who had been sleeping in the bedroom. He tied the man to a chair on one side of the room and his wife on the bed. He got on the bed right over the woman, and it appeared he was kissing her neck.

Suddenly he got up and left the room. As soon as possible the husband made his way across the room to his bride, his chair in tow, and whispered, "Honey, this guy hasn't seen a woman in years. I saw him kissing on your neck and then he left in a hurry.  Just cooperate and do anything he wants. If he wants to have sex with you, just go along with it and pretend you like it. Whatever you do don't fight him or make him mad. Our lives depend on it!. Be strong and I love you."

After spitting out the gag in her mouth, the half naked wife says: "Dear, I'm so relieved you feel that way. You're right, he hasn't seen a woman in years, but he wasn't kissing my neck....He was whispering in my ear. He said he thinks you're really cute and asked if we kept the Vaseline in the bathroom. Be strong and I love you, too."

4. The Short Cut

A farmer and his wife were running late for a costume party. They got into their 2-man cow costume and decided to take a shortcut across a field.

Suddenly the farmer, who was the head of the cow, saw a bull
approaching.

When he told his wife she said, "Oh my, what are we going to do?"

The farmer replied, "I'm going to pretend like I'm eating grass, you'd better brace yourself."

5. Ready, Aim

Ready, Aim

Bill Clinton, Al Gore, and George W. Bush were set to face a firing squad in a small Central American country.

Bill Clinton was the first one placed against the wall and just before the order was given he yelled out, Earthquake!" The firing squad fell into a panic, and Bill jumped over the wall and escaped in the confusion.

Al Gore was the second one placed against the wall. The squad was reassembled and Al pondered what he had just witnessed. Again before the order was given Al yelled out, "Tornado!" Again the squad fell apart and Al slipped over the wall.

The last person, George W. Bush, was placed against the wall. He was thinking "I see the pattern here, just scream out something about a disaster and hop over the wall." He confidently refused the blindfold as the firing squad was reassembled. As the rifles were raised in his direction he grinned from ear to ear and yelled, "Fire!"

FREAK TEST
Do not be alarmed if you find out that you are a freak!!!!

Have You Ever:

1. Had sex? (5pts.)
2. Oral sex? (5 pts.)
3. Swallowed cum? (5pts.)
4. Practice bondage, or Sadomasochistic behavior? (5pts.)
5. Had anal sex? (5pts.) To orgasm? (5pts.)
6. Had sex with someone of the same sex? (10pts.)
7. Had sex with more than one person at a time? (10pts.)
8. Had sex with more than one person in a week? (7pts.)
9. Used sex toys? (7pts.)
10. Bought a dirty magazine? (3pts.)
11. Watched a porno? (3pts.)
12. Been in a 69 position? (3pts.)
13. Had phone sex? (5pts.)
14. Masturbated? (5pts.) In a public place? (5pts.)
15. Had sex in a public place? (5pts.) Park? (1pt.) Subway?(3pts.) Alleyway? (2pts.) Train or bus station? (3pts.)
16. Gotten carpet burns? (3pts.)
17. Participated in an orgy? (10pts.)
18. Watched someone having sex? (7pts.)
19. Had sex with others watching you? (7pts.)
20. Sucked or licked your own: Females: Breast or pussy?(12pts.)
Males: Dick? (12pts.)
21. Paid for sex? (8pts.)
22. Been paid for sex? (8pts.)
23. Had a one night stand? (8pts.)
24. Passed out during sex? (5pts.)
25. Had an STD? (8pts.)
26. Had sex without contraceptives? (6pts.)
27. Had sex anyplace other than the bedroom? (3pts. for each place)

Scoring:
1-25: How does it look up there with the angels?
26-55: Ok, you know the bare minimum. Go join a sex-ed class.
56-85: Ok, you're just on the outskirts of being a freak.
86-125: Welcome to the land of the FREAKS!!! Here's your certificate that you completed the freak correspondence course.
126-170: You are a BONAFIDE FREAK!!! You could teach a freak class.
171 +: You are the Dean of Freak College. You're not only a client,your Da Freaky President!

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.

Here are a few that weren't on the list:

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. . .".

STAYING HOME WITH JOEY By NUBIAN WRIT

All Rights Reserved by Author

As we sometimes do, my baby and I decided to spend a lazy afternoon at home making love...just enjoying the company of each other. It was rainy and dreary outside, which made it perfect for us -- really putting us in the mood.

My baby, Joey, was wearing only a sweatshirt -- no panties -- nothing else. No mistake about it, she was horny for her man and I definitely was hot for her. After we had a leisure snack and something cool and refreshing to drink, we went to our bedroom to relax, talk, and maybe watch a little TV.

However, it wasn't long before we were in each other's arms. Joey had a way of talking to me in a cute babyfied way...and when she talked that way, I knew she wanted some attending to and I was all for that. In fact, I was hard as a rock and couldn't wait to satisfy her big time.

Laying on our sides embracing, we kissed, caressed, and whispered nasty little things to each other. 

"Baby, I love you. I need you so bad...I'm about to explode," she said as she looked in my eyes...as she moved her hips passionately, rubbing her damp hot mound against my hardness.

I responded by rubbing the palms of my hands up and down her back, and gently squeezing her ass cheeks. "Ohh baby, you can bet your lover is going to take good care of his woman today."

"I know you will Troy, you always do," she said as she kissed me several times, sometimes lightly ... then deeply. Joey crushed her swollen breast into my chest, allowing me to feel the hardness of her erect nipples. Our bodies were beginning to get slightly sweaty from the fire we were we were stoking for each other.

I started kissing and licking my way down her neck, then slowly moved my lips to her armpits, inhaling their lusty scents...moving leisurely under her breasts, feeling their softness and warmth. Already, my cock was jumping -- eager to serve this sweet woman of mine -- to satisfy her by any means possible.

Her body began to tremble and jerk as I brought my warm lips up to her erect nipples and gently sucked them into my mouth, and lovingly chewed on each lightly. She suddenly sucked in air -- expanding her chest and crushed them harder into me. We both wanted each other desperately, but we didn't want to rush into it; we wanted to take our time and savor the closeness of each other.

"Troy, I want you so badly...I want to feel your hard cock inside me!" She said in a little above a whisper. Joey's breath was so hot and moist against my face, as she kissed me and licked my ear. She had already dropped her left hand down to her crotch -- dipping her finger inside her lips, she gathered up some of her pussy-juices, and then bringing her wet finger up to her clit -- lubricating it. She loved to fondle and massage herself when we made love and I loved it also, for it was a real turn on for me too.

While she attended to herself, I continue to lick and suck her nipples until the heat built up in her to the point that she started moaning and groaning; her body started to squirm and worm into the mattress. I buried my face into the pit between her breasts, playfully nibbling at the few short hairs she had. My own breathing became quick and labored as I dragged my licking tongue down her upper belly -- feeling her stomach muscles quiver and roll as I stopped, and dipped my wet tongue deep into her naval -- again tasting and savoring the sexy scent of her body. 

"Please baby... Stop... Don't! I'm about to explode!" She said in a husky passionate voice -- all the while she was spreading her legs wider, offering her burning pussy to her lover. Joey increased the fervency of her caressing of her now swollen clit. Her hips bucked and grinded up off the mattress.

I moved my wet tongue down past her lower stomach to her pussy lips, now wet and slippery from her juices. I gently licking and nibbling first on one lip, and then the other; the smell and taste of her raw sex were intoxicating to me -- making me drunk with lust. I wanted to push my face into her hot wet pussy -- wanted to merge with her. Become one. I moved my searching tongue up to her clit and joined her moving fingers -- licking her clit, and the fingers that were attending it. I felt her place her other hand on the back of my head and pulling it in against her -- crushing my mouth over her clit, as she slowly ground up into my face. I talked to her clit as I feverishly licked and caressed it.

"Come back up baby... I don't want to cum too quickly... please!" She said as pulled me back upon her shaking body. She reached down and grabbed my hardened cock and squeezed it. 

"Baby, I want you sooo bad... my you're so hard for me! You want to fuck your baby bad, don't you? You want to take care of your Joey, don't you Troy?"

Saying this, she started stroking my cock passionately. First, her fist moved up and down, then she twisted it around the shaft knowing how I loved her doing that. She placed the head between her pouting pussy lips, maneuvered it up and down, coating it's head with her slick juices, and then glided it up to her clit. Fully controlling my hard cock now, she moved it back and forth across her clit. Time after time she did this until we both couldn't stand it any more.

She slowly placed the head at the entrance of her craving pussy, guiding it into her. I now had seated myself into her saddle, thrusting down... pushing my cock deeper into her. I felt her walls grip and tighten around my trembling cock, pulling it in deeper and deeper!

"Fuck me baby... fuck me good... ohhh Troy!" She said over and over as she hunched her hips up to meet my thrusting down strokes.

"Yes, baby... that's it... fuck me... come on baby!"

"I love you, Troy... I wanted you so terribly," she said as she sped up her movements, sucking me deeper into her, until my balls were slapping against her.

My thrusts were getting faster and more violent now, but not enough to hurt her. I wanted her badly... I wanted to fuck her with a mission.

"Baby, your pussy is so good to me... driving me crazy! I can't help but to pound this cock in you!"

"Yes, baby... that's OK! You're fucking me the way Joey wants it... fuck me... fuck me!"

"Baby, wrap your legs around me... tighten them... pull me into you." I said as I pounded her with my hard thrusts. 

The pounding echoed off the walls, and the recoiling of the mattress did its part in adding to the sound of sex that filled the room. Our grunts and groans, our heavy breathing, our words of endearment, and our profanity... all did their part to add to the chorus of sounds that saturated our room.

As we fucked, she continued to massage her clit -- bringing herself yet to another level of excitement and lust. Our movements became more intense, taking us closer to where we wanted to go. We struggled to control our labored breathing, grasping each other tighter, fucking harder -- deeper! We picked up each other's rhythm -- now we were playing it wild and nasty.

"Come on baby... give it up for Joey! I can't hold on much longer... come on baby give it up." 

Joey's sweaty body twisted and jerked as she took my now swollen cock from every direction. Her unbridled pussy possessed its intruder, biting. Squeezing, sucking... taking and giving. There was no longer any room for control -- pussy and cock had taken over, with a mind of their own.

My cock felt like an alien monster now -- it took control -- attacking Joey's pussy like it wanted to devour it! It searched for the bottom. Plungered to the balls! Pounding and smacking! Playing a tune all their own on her swollen pussy lips.

"Yes baby, I'm getting close now... can't hold it... got to give it to you. Come on baby... pussy is talking now... pull my cum out... nurse me baby... come on!"

"OK baby... come on... Joey's ready for it! Bring it on honey... I'm cumming now Troy!"

Then it happened! The great deluge! The flooding! Oh my god -- the release! We pressed hard into each other. Frozen! She gave and I took -- she took and I gave! Joey's hungry pussy milked my angry cock for everything she could get -- to the last precious drop.

We held each other for what seemed like eternity, trying to bring our breathing and heart beats back to normal. The sheets were damp with sweat and rumpled up -- tangled and clinging to our moist bodies. We talked... kissed... licked... embraced.

Joey reached down and firmly gripped my still heavy cock in her soft hand, caressing it... making it all right again. I reached down and touched her sensitive clit, gently covering it with the juices that seeped out of her pussy... moving my fingers across and around it... making it all right again.

"Baby, you take such good care of me... I need nothing more than you. You're my man, and don't you forget it honey... you hear me!" She said as she gripped my face and turned it just inches from hers -- making herself perfectly clear to me.

I knew in my heart that I was her man, just as she's my woman... my lover, "and you're my woman... don't you ever forget it." We kissed long and deep... then fell asleep.

How short was our sleep to be! With closed eyes I felt a soft hand enclosed around my cock, gently squeezing and stroking it. I opened my eyes to see Joey's eyes were locked on mine. She smiled wickedly, but sweetly as she continued to fondle my half hard cock as I laid on my back.

"What are you doing baby? I know you're too worn out to want any more!" I said, with a half smile on my face.

"Yes, Boo, I want more...that is, if you're able!" Joey said passionately, and with an intoxicating glimmer in her eyes. 

"Your baby wants more of her man's lovin'," she said, as she lowered her head and gently brushed her warm cheeks up and down the shaft of my cock.

"Don't baby want more of his babygirl?" She whispered as she started kissing my swelling shaft with her warm, wet pouted lips -- moving them sensuously up and down the ridge under my cock. Not able to contain myself, I raised my hips slightly off the bed -- begging for her to continue her caressing.

"Do you want your baby to make love to junior...to make him ready again?"

"Oh Joey... don't stop... please love me... yes, I want you too." I said, almost whimpering.

"Then you be still... don't move a muscle, while your honey takes care of you." 

She slowly lowered her lips down over the head of my enlarged cock, barely touching it...exhaling her warm breath over it as she took it into her mouth. Joey held it in her warm mouth, not moving her head -- while she flicked the tip of her tongue across and around the crown. Slowly she did this for a period of time -- then she brought her lips back up to the tip, and fluttered her tongue across it. I tried hard to be still, but it was becoming too hard to do.

"Troy, if you move an inch I'm going to stop...OK?" She said as she lowered her beautiful head once again, this time letting her mouth ride completely down my shaft -- possessing it all -- taking control of me.

At this point, my hardened cock began to tremble and quiver, begging for more of the love her warm mouth was giving me. She continued to stroke me... then began to nurse me with the muscles of her cheeks.

"Baby, please... you're about to make me cum, baby! Slow down a little... I'm not going to last. Please baby!" I pleaded with her in a pretended way.

She looked at me with lusty, swollen-lidded eyes and smiled as much as she could with her mouth engorged with my thick cock.

"Yes, baby...your sweetie isn't ready for you to cum yet. Joey has other plans for her baby."

Joey backed off my trembling cock, rose up and placed one of her beautiful sexy legs over me -- straddling me. She took my hardened cock and glided it across her hot, wet pussy. Back and forth she rubbed it through her slippery juices, and moved it up and across her hardened clit -- pressing the head of my cock into it -- kneading it firmly against it. She then moved it up and down across both her pussy and clit, gathering more juices each time.

"Do you like what your Joey is doing to make you feel good Troy? You like what your baby is doing to you?"

"Ohh yes baby! Come on... I want to fuck you so bad!"

"Do you really want to fuck me... do you want me even more than before?" She whispered.

"Yes...baby yes! Please... let me put it in you!" I said, pleading with my Joey.

"Aaaawww... do Boobie want to be inside his baby's wet hot pussy?" Joey cooed back to him.

Slowly she positioned my stiff cock between her pussy lips -- right at the entrance of her tunnel, and eased down on it. Oscillating her hips as she slowly took it in. My cock was rock hard -- it felt numb and foreign as I felt her sink further down on it. My goodness how good it felt!

Finally, she took it all; her pubic hairs were crushed into mine. She had all of me trapped deep in her hot pussy. Then my baby pulled legs from under her and stretched them out across my chest, with her feet on either side of my face -- with her hands on my thighs. Bracing herself, she slowly started rocking back and forth on my rigid cock. She watched me intensely as I responded by grinding hard up into her.

"Baby! It feels so good to me. I love it when you're deep in me like this."

"Do you like it this way boo...do you?" She said as she groaned.

Our slow, intense movements were taking effect on the bed. It strained and groaned in its own way. Everything was quiet, with the exception of a few grunts and guttural moans. We were fucking hard. Concentration!

"Damn baby... you're so good to me... fuck me... let that pussy talk to me!" I said as I listen to the occasional burst of air escaping her pussy as it grinded hard down on me. Her juices were making sounds of there own.

Without thinking, I grabbed her feet and place them on my face. They were so soft and smooth! The clean primitive scent of them made me dizzy with lust. I started licking the soles of them with the flat of my tongue -- and kissing them from the heels to the balls. Kissing and licking, and pressing my face hard into each of them. Then I started sucking each toe into my mouth, relishing the precious fleshy taste. This made her groan louder, and fluttered her eyes as she fucked me harder, with more passion then ever! The more I sucked her delicate toes, the harder she fucked me!

I pumped up into her with strong thrusts -- lifting her up -- bouncing her! I could see her eyes tighten and her mouth grimace -- loving every bit of our love making. Her body began to shake! Her pussy began to quiver! We both knew what was coming. No words to be spoken -- just concentration!

Joey reached behind her and started gently raking her fingers across my balls... caressing them. I reached down to her groins and gathered some of her juices and started massaged her clit. All this was too much for us to take! We both started releasing, then exploded! She screamed at the top of her lungs and I growled like an animal in heat as we both gave it up -- and given it up, until there was nothing to give. We kept humping and grinding like we were having convulsions.

She then pulled her legs back under her, and leaned down and kissing me hard and deep. A kiss that lasted what seemed like eternity. She then stretched out flat on top of me...and we both fell into a deep slumber.

finis

A SNEAK PEAK AT APF

For those of you unfamiliar with my work, Alpha Phi Fuckem is a sorority featured in two stories in The Sex Chronicles: Shattering the Myth.  It is about a secret sorority of women that meet twice a month: once for an investment club meeting and once for FREAK NIGHT.  No other story I have ever written has garnered more attention that APF so I decided to take it a step further.  Thus, Alpha Phi Fuckem: The Indroctination of Soror Ride Dick will be out this Fall.  Yes, the APF NOVEL.  However, I am probably going to have to officially title it APF: The Indoctrination of Soror RD-LOL

Anyway, the sneak peek below is about Mary Ann, a daughter of a chicken farmer, who moves to DC for law school.  Mary Ann gets the attention of Patricia, an upperclassmen, who wants the local chapter of APF to recruit her but Olive, the head of the chapter, thinks Mary Ann is the most countrified, annoying person she has ever met.  The part below takes places after their initial contact where tempers got out of control.  I hope you enjoy the excerpt and just so you know, this particular book will probably be sealed like the Madonna sex book.  It's just that off the hook.  :-)

Boy, did Olive Cox and I get off on the wrong foot! I found it hard to believe that someone, anyone, would name their child that but I guess anything is possible. All of Patricia's investment club members seemed to distance themselves from me. It couldn't have been my country accent because I barely got the chance to open my mouth. Even that sistah Yvette, the one that Patricia introduced me to in the dining hall, wouldn't give me the time of day.

I thought about getting Olive's phone number from Patricia and calling her to apologize. My parents didn't raise me to act a fool in other people's home. I felt ashamed about my behavior. Even though she took it upon herself to be rude and obnoxious, it didn't mean I had to return the favor. Two wrongs never make a right.

Just when I had just about forgotten all about her, I spotted her one afternoon. I had caught a cab down to an eclectic area of the District called Adams Morgan. I had heard so much about it that my curiosity was sparked. It was everything I had heard. A virtual melting pot within the city. People from every type of country and nationality you could think of were walking down the streets. That was the day I saw my first Rastafarian. He was vending watches and other jewelry on one of the corners. He tried to convince me that his fifteen dollar necklaces were 14K gold but I didn't believe he would be selling them for that price. These days, I realize people sell even more impressive things than that on the street; especially when the goods are hot.

I had just left out of an African clothing store when a spontaneous rainstorm ensued. I stood in the doorway for shelter, hoping it would be quick so I could head on back to campus before it got dark. Two Hispanic women joined me under the awning and started speaking Spanish to one another. I couldn't make out a thing they said, which was a shame considering I took Spanish in junior high. Then again, when I took it, people were talking to each other much more slowly.

I squinted when I saw a couple across the street coming out of the grocery store. The guy was tall and had a head full of dreadlocks. I had never seen him before but I recognized the woman.

"Olive!" I shouted out. She didn't even turn in my direction and it was obvious she couldn't hear me over the rain. I tried again to no avail. "Olive!"

They made their way down the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street. I decided it was now or never to try to reconcile with her for my behavior. I left the covering and tried to shield my head with my backpack. I sprinted across the street, barely dodging a souped-up Chevy that was flying down the street. The driver tooted his horn and the group of teenage boys in the car starting whistling and yelling sexual innuendoes at me out the window.

I ignored them and searched for Olive and her companion who had gotten lost in the crowd. I continued in the direction they had been headed and was about to give up when I saw them about a hundred feet away turning a corner. She had her arm intertwined with his and I wondered if he was her lover.

I made it to the corner and hesitated when I realized it was an alleyway. It was dirty, concealed, and looked like something out of a gangster film. One of those alleys that people went down never to be seen or heard from again.

I was about to turn around when I heard a woman giggling through the rain. I deduced it had to be Olive laughing and slowly walked deeper into the alley. There were two tall, brick apartment buildings, one on each side and clothes were hanging on lines stretched from one side to the other getting more soaked than they were when the tenants hung them up to dry.

I passed a trash dumpster and almost jumped out of my skin when someone grabbed my ankle. I looked down and there was a homeless man holding onto me. He flashed a toothless grin at me and then took a swig out of a bottle of malt liquor with his free hand.

"Please let go of me," I pleaded.

He let out this hideous laugh and then freed me.

I broke out in a run then, determined to find Olive and her friend so they could protect me. Nothing like that had ever happened to me before. Looking back at it now, I'm not sure why I didn't run back the other way toward the crowded street. I guess I'm normal and wasn't thinking clearly in a state of panic.

I ran past an open door of the building on the left side and then had to backtrack when I heard Olive's voice coming from inside. I went down the steps, which lead into a dank basement of some sort and followed the sound of her voice.

"I just had to see you today,"

"Really? Why is that?" her male companion asked.

"That damn P.I.D. again," she giggled. I wondered what P.I.D. was. Her friend obviously knew the answer because he started laughing too.

"Well, let's just see if we can do something about that," he replied as I turned a corner and spotted them against a back wall.

The place was completely empty. The only light was coming from a couple of broken windows and the only sound was coming from a drainpipe that was gushing water down from the ceiling.

I was about to speak when Olive grabbed the guy by the back of the head and pulled him closer, shoving her tongue into his mouth.

I was frozen in place, torn between saying something and leaving. I was still scared to go back out there and walk back past that horrid man.

The two of them didn't see me. Of that, I was positive. Otherwise, why would they have started ripping each other's clothes off. They didn't get completely undressed but the guy lowered Olive's trench coat off of her shoulders and then ripped the buttons off her blouse, exposing her bra. He pulled her breasts out of her bra, one at a time, and then pushed them together so he could suckle on them together.

I couldn't move for shit!

He picked Olive up and walked over under the drainpipe with her legs straddled behind his back. The water started cascading down on them as she pulled his sweatshirt out of the band of his jeans, up and over his head.

She opened her eyes for a second and I was sure I was cold busted but she closed them back and started moaning loudly as he worked his way down her bustline to her belly button with his tongue.

I found enough strength in my legs to take a few steps backward and almost screamed when I felt something run across my foot. I looked down and saw a huge rat scampering away. Growing up on a farm, rats were the one thing I wasn't afraid of so I relaxed. I was used to any type of rodent or animal imaginable, even snakes.

While I knew I had no business watching what happened next, I simply couldn't help myself. He lifted Olive's skirt up around her hips and ripped her satin panties clear off, lifting her thighs up onto his shoulders and burying his head between her thighs.

That was the first time I had ever seen an actual pussy-eating firsthand. Clarence had never ventured there and Trevor claimed he was going to but had yet to back up his statements in the three weeks we had been sleeping together. It was such a turn-on to me that I let my backpack tumble to the ground and started caressing both my nipples through my sweater between my thumbs and forefingers.

Olive started moaning even louder and I couldn't take it anymore. I backed up against a wall and reached between my legs with my right hand, rubbing my clit through my leggings.

I threw my head to the left so I could see what he was doing to Olive next and that's when I spotted it. I don't know when the monstrosity had been released from his jeans but it was the biggest dick I had ever seen anywhere. In person, in magazines, in porn flicks, anywhere.

I started gasping for breath but tried to refrain from moaning as I pulled the top of my leggings down with one hand so I could slip the other one down the front. I found my own wetness and started rubbing myself furiously.

I stopped watching the two of them and shut my eyes, becoming lost in my own little world of ecstasy, imagining him doing such sensual things to me; to my body. I started palming my left breast with my free hand and could feel cum trickling down onto my fingertips buried deep in my pants.

I came like I never had before and started moaning, forgetting all about Olive and her lover until.....

.....I opened my eyes after I had exploded and caught them both standing there, her breasts and his dick still exposed, glaring at me with disdain.

"I don't freakin' believe this shit!" Olive screamed out at me. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

I pulled my hands out of my pants and struggled to find my tongue. "Olive, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to....," I blurted out.

Olive grabbed me by my hair and started yanking it. I pushed her in her stomach and her friend lifted her up in the air, forcing her to let me go. "Olive, calm down," he instructed. He had the deepest, sexiest force and seeing him up close was nothing short of a pleasure. I had never been attracted to men with dreadlocks, the few I had seen, but he was all that. "Leave her be!"

"Leave her be? Leave her be?" Olive shouted, kicking her legs up in the air trying to break free from his grasp. "I'm going to kick her countrified ass!"

I yanked up my backpack and started running for the doorway, no longer concerned about the drunken bastard beside the trash dumpster. "Please don't tell Patricia!" I pleaded as I turned the corner.

I ran not only down the alley but half the way back to campus before I slowed down in a neighborhood I didn't recognize. I found a bus stop and sat there getting drenched long enough to catch my breath. A Metro bus pulled up that was headed to Union Station. I hoped on, went down to Union Station, and sat in the eatery nursing cups of hot cocoa for the remainder of the evening. I was too petrified to go back to campus. I figured Olive was probably camped out in front of my door or worse yet, across the hall in Patricia's room telling her everything.

I had no other option but to go back when the eatery shut down so I headed back to campus, shaking like a leaf the entire cab ride back to the dorm. I scurried inside, ran up the back steps so I wouldn't run into anyone in the elevator, and hid in my room with the covers over my head. I finally managed to fall asleep around two in the morning but not before I masturbated again and came all over the sheets thinking about that sexy ass man in dreads.

"Damn," I hissed underneath my breath, glancing down at my silver Giorgio Armani watch. It was well after three and Mary Ann's Antitrust Law class was running over schedule. It didn't matter though. I had no intention of leaving until I schooled her little country bumpkin ass about a few things.

I got her class schedule by going to the administration office and pretending it was a family emergency. I pretended to be her older sister and they fell for it, dumb asses!

I started pacing up and down the marble hallway of The Thurgood Marshall Memorial Building. The three-inch heels of my 9 West black leather pumps echoed loudly in the deserted corridor.

"Dammit, what's taking so long!" I was past frustrated and way past pissed. Thank goodness my educational years were behind me. No more sitting in cold auditoriums, listening to boring ass professors and trying to stay awake for this righteous sistah.

My medical practice was finally beginning to take off, after spending my residency eating Snickers bars from the vending machines for dinner and enduring thirty-six hour shifts in the emergency room of DC General. That shit's for the birds!

My days of handling gunshot victims and stitching up stab wounds, dealing with trauma victims who didn't give a damn whether they lived or died themselves, and treating horny ass prisoners from the DC Jail who would rather get a quickie instead of medical treatment were all a thing of the past.

I had hit pay dirt, dealing in tummy tucks and breast implants. I made a killing off of people who refused to be satisfied with what nature and genetics gave them to work with. Nothing beats having a successful medical practice. Well, almost nothing!

I leaned against the wall and grinned, reminiscing about the naughty things I did the day before. My plan went off as smooth as silk until Mary Ann's trifling, holier-than-thou ass showed up.

How dare her invade on my privacy like that? Granted, it was kind of an exposed area but her ass followed me from the main street and that shit simply wouldn't be tolerated.

There I was getting my freak da hell on, finally getting my pussy out of distress, fucking the living daylights out of ole boy and relieving some tension from dealing with Gladys Wallingford, a seventy-year-old patient who was convinced I could make her look twenty again. I was enjoying getting sexed and Little Miss Innocent had to rear her ugly head. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her ass!

My pantyhose started itching me on my inner thigh. I wished I had on thigh high stockings so I could’ve easily slipped them bad boys off. It was hot as hell for a September in DC and it’s a shame I even had to deal with hose at all in that weather.

I inched my skirt up a little to scratch the itch, trying to be inconspicuous and wouldn't you know it. I glanced up and this ugly ass bama with shaving bumps all over his damn face was walking down the hall towards me, trying to get his peek on. I lowered my skirt and rolled my eyes, letting him know his ass better not even try to step to me. He walked past me sucking on his teeth like I was a bucket of KFC and continued on down the hall, being all too obvious about turning around to size up my ass. Who gives a shit? I did have one hell of an ass! Still do, for that matter.

The double doors to Auditorium C finally swung open and peeps started flying out of there like refugees fleeing from the Cambodian regime. I smirked, remembering the feeling of relief once class let out all too well.

Mary Ann was one of the last ones to come out. She was walking with the professor, some man that looked old enough to be my great-great-great-granddaddy. It figured that she was trying to be the teacher’s pet. She probably used to take apples to her elementary school teachers and other country shit like that.

"Mary Ann, can I have a word with you?"

She looked at me with a stunned expression. "Umm, sure Olive." She forced a smile at her professor. "Thanks for helping me with those equations, Professor Wallington."

"No problem."

Mary Ann fell silent while the professor and the rest of the students cleared out down the hall. I started to cold bust her out in front of everyone and ask her how it felt to play with her coochie while she was watching me fuck.

"What’s up Olive?" she finally asked, obviously on the brink of a nervous breakdown. "I’m surprised to see you here." I grabbed her by the arm and forced her back into the classroom. "What’s wrong with you? Are you nuts?"

"Hell naw, I’m not nuts! Are you?" She feigned innocence but she was not even fooling me. "What in the hell did you think you were doing yesterday?"

"I-I-um."

"Yes?"

"I was just trying to say hello."

"Yeah right," I snidely replied.

"Seriously," she professed. "I saw you in the marketplace and I followed you down the alley so I could say hello. We had that little run in at your place when I came to the meeting and I wanted to try to bond with you."

"Bond with me?" Was this chica for real? "How is watching me get my freak on and masturbating trying to bond?"

She looked like she was about to cry. "I’m so ashamed. Please don’t tell Patricia. I wouldn’t be able to look her in the face ever again."

I had her right where I wanted her. "You listen to me. Don’t you ever spy on me again. If you’re so sexually-oppressed that you have to get yourself off while you watch another sistah get some, then that’s a personal problem. Get your jollies off watching someone else."

Something changed in her facial expression and it was halfway scary. She got all up in my grill. "You really think you’re all that, don’t you?"

"I know I’m all that," I replied cause dammit, I am.

"I wasn’t turned on by watching you. It’s not like you did anything earth-shattering. Even I can do better than that."

"Really?"

"Word up?"

Damn, she was beginning to talk like she was from the hood!

"Then why were you over there digging your fingers all in your pussy then?" I asked. "How come, huh? How come?"

"Because..."

"Because what?"

She backed away and sat down in one of the seats on the back row of the classroom. "Because I liked the way that guy was touching you."

"Remarkable," I whispered.

"What’s remarkable?"

"Never mind," I hissed back at her. It dawned on me that she might be APF material after all but I still thought she was all shit and shinola. There was only one way to get to the bottom of things. "So, you liked the way ole boy was working me over, huh?" I asked, trying to sound a tad more friendly.

"It was interesting." I sat down on the row in front of her and rotated my hips in the chair so I could face her. "He seemed very experienced."

"Would you like to fuck him, Mary Ann?" I stared her dead in the eyes to gauge her reaction.

"Wha-wha-what? Are you crazy?" she stuttered, fidgeting in her seat.

"Why does asking the question make me crazy? You did say you liked the way he fucked me. Don’t you want him to fuck you like that?"

She lowered her eyes to her knees. "No, I could never do something like that. Isn’t he your boyfriend?"

I fell out laughing. "Hell no, I would never let you or anyone else fuck my boyfriend. Drayton is just my piece of dick on the side."

She darted her eyes back up at me. "Piece of dick on the side?"

"Yes. Men do it all the time. They commit themselves in a serious relationship with one woman and then fuck about five or six other ones every chance they get."

"That must be a city thing." She giggled.

"Just admit it," I said, about to issue a challenge. "You’re scared shitless."

"Scared of what?" she uttered, proving my point.

"Scared of fucking a real man. I bet you’re used to two-minute brothas that are only concerned with getting their own nut off instead of pleasing you." I could tell by her expression that I had not only hit the nail on the head but all the way through the fucking head board. "Come on, Mary Ann. Live a little. Drayton would love to rock your world. He’s already said as much."

She sat up on the edge of her seat. "What did he say about me?"

"He just asked who you were yesterday after we caught you playing with your little coochie coo and wondered why you ran off so quickly. He was hoping we could get a little threesome going." Fear flashed across her face and I could tell she had the wrong idea. "Don’t worry, honey. I’m strictly dickly. We could take turns with Drayton though. That is, if you’re woman enough."

Mary Ann bit her bottom lip but refused to respond. I glanced at my watch and realized I had a client due in my office in less than thirty minutes. I tugged at one of Mary Ann’s notebooks until she let it go and opened it up, scribbling down an address on a blank piece of paper.

"Meet me at this address tonight at ten," I instructed her. "If you’re not there, then so be it."

"Whose address is this?" she asked, staring at the piece of paper.

"Take a wild guess." I winked at her and then got up. I turned to look at her before I let the classroom door close. "Remarkable."