Welcome to the May/June 2000 Issue of Zane's Erotica Noir!

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IN THIS ISSUE

ANNOUNCEMENTS

CONTRACEPTIVE NEWS

A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT FROM A FEMALE READER

JOKES OF THE MONTH

THE FREAK TEST

WHY I'M MAKING LOVE TO YOUR WOMAN AND YOUR WIFE

By A BROTHA OUT THERE

While I appreciate the patience of most of you, I would like to take this time to remind people that I do this for FREE. I received several emails from people wanting to know what happened to the May issue and I'm cool with that. However, a few of them were straight up nasty so let me say this. I work two jobs (one as a sales manager for an international corporation and one as a consultant for a university-both jobs require non-conventional hours and travel), I have two children (a teenager and a kindergartner which means two completely different set of issues on a daily basis), I have three different writing careers going on (publisher of not just my own books but books of others, author and now screenwriter), and I have a social life. On top of that, I own four other domains that are in different stages of development and I design and maintain web sites for other clients. While I don't mind maintaining EroticaNoir as a place for African-American poets and writers to showcase their work since AOL and other sites frown upon freedom of expression, please have some patience with me when it comes to the e-zine. I even pay out of pocket to keep the lights on at EroticaNoir.com. I just wonder how many people that are griping have supported me by purchasing one or both of my books. The bottom line is that I have to take care of my family and my paying jobs first. Zane has bills to pay and mouths to feed. Like many sisters, I pay more than $1000 a month in child care expenses just for the privilege to go to work. I have been doing online erotica for almost four years now in some form or fashion. How many people do you know that would work for four years for FREE?

With that said, on to the announcements.

ANNOUNCEMENTS

Thanks to all of those that have purchased The Sex Chronicles: Shattering the Myth and given it five stars on Amazon.com. Addicted has now been released and is also doing quite well on Amazon. The production company that optioned the rights to Addicted pre-release is now working on pre-production of the film along with myself. While you can get either book from Amazon.com, BarnesandNoble.com, Borders.com or request it from any store, I am running a mail order special for a limited time.

If you order either The Sex Chronicles or Addicted, I will give you free shipping and handling plus your choice of a pack of flavored condoms or a bottle of flavored nipple drops. The Sex Chronicles is $22.00 (344 pages)and Addicted is $20.00 (270 pages). You can send your check or money order to: Strebor Books International, PO Box 10127, Silver Spring, MD 20914. In addition, if you would like to order both books, you can get them for $40.00 and I will send you both a pack of condoms and the nipple drops. You can email me at zane@eroticanoir.com for more details. An excerpt from Addicted can be read at: http://www.eroticanoir.com/addicted.html

If you are one of the thousands that peeped The Punany Project on HBO's Real Sex 24, I am happy to announce that their books, Punany: The Hip Hop Pslams and Verbal Penetration will soon be available on EroticaNoir.com. If you are interested in booking the Punany Poets for a venue on the East Coast, and trust me they are hot, please email me at zane@eroticanoir.com

EroticaNoir.com will also be taking credit cards within the next couple of weeks. I already have my merchant ID but have not set-up my shopping cart yet. If you have a book, CD or other item that you would like to market on EroticaNoir, please contact me at zane@eroticanoir.com.

AtumRa Entertainment, Inc. is looking for women that are interested in making some money working the web. The positions include partial or full nudity and you will be paid. You can visit http://www.atumra.com for more details or send your bio and pics to AtumRa Entertainment, Inc., 244 Fifth Avenue, #C250, New York, NY 10001. My only comment is that I do know one of the men that owns the site and I like what they are doing so far.

If you are a man looking to bare all to the sisters, Photo Artistry is searching for African-American men to grace their 2001 calendar. I am somewhat affiliated with this project so you can either email me for more details or contact the photographer Curtis Givens at Givens1@aol.com.

CONTRACEPTIVE NEWS

FYI-The Food and Drug Administration has recently discovered that St. John’s Wort may not be the miracle medication everyone has proclaimed it to be. While it does appear to calm depression, it also causes complications when combined with other medications. In particular, birth control bills. That’s right! All you sistahs out there popping St. John’s Wort along with your "pills" might want to know that you have a 50% greater chance of getting pregnant.

How Long Have Condoms Been Around? –

Longer than you think. Italian anatomist Gabrielle Fallopius published the first known description of a condom in 1564. It was made from linen but most early condoms were made from animal intestines, soaked before use. Since they were porous, people were advised to wear two at a time-one on top of the other. (Animal intestines-Boy, am I glad times have changed).

Casanova was said to have used condoms made from the dried gut of a sheep, while the Japanese preferred condoms made from tortoiseshell. The vulcanization of rubber brought about a new material and the brand Durex, which probably confused Australians to whom cellophane tape is known as Durex.

Today, Japan uses more condoms than any other country. In fact, they’re sold door-to-door by "skin ladies" – and the Tokyo head office of manufacturer Guji latex is built in the shape of a condom. Sweden has its own official penis character, Proud Pete, to encourage the use of condoms while some Danish restaurants serve after-dinner condoms instead of mints (flavors include banana, lemon, liquorice, mint, strawberry, Caribbean coconut, and peach punch).

There are condoms that glow in the dark and musical condoms. Italian physics student Lino Missio has patented a condom with a microchip, which warns of any tear during sex by playing a Beethoven theme.

A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT FROM A FEMALE READER

Zane,

Girl, yesterday I had the urge to visit the sex shop around the corner. I got me a nice FAT, 7-inch vibrator. I never knew what I’d been missing. Wooooo WWHHHEEEEEEEEE – it does it for me. I know a real man is great, but this shit just takes it "WHERE YOU WANT IT TO GO". No need to worry about whether you’re gonna get that orgasm. The shit is gonna happen STRAIGHT UP, EVERY TIME!!!! I suggest to all women, GET ONE!!! More than one because different feels are great and when I get to my man, WE gonna get busy wit’ it too….Hahahahaha!

All I can say is AMEN TO ALL OF THAT!

JOKES OF THE MONTH

#1 THE PATCH

White House staffers were perplexed one morning to see Bill Clinton walk into the Oval Office with a pair of women's panties on his arm. Somewhat used to the president's tendencies, they let it go and went about their daily tasks. The day wore on, several VIPs were ushered in and out of the Oval Office for meetings with Clinton about important affairs of state. Each one left with a puzzled expression on their face, but no one dared ask the President's personal business.

Finally, Betty Currie walked into the office between appointments and gently closed the door behind her. "Mr. President," she said. "We've come to expect many unusual things from you, but we're all quite concerned that you seem to be wearing a pair of women's panties on your arm. Please tell me this doesn't mean more trouble."

"Oh no," the President grinned. "It's a patch. I'm trying to quit."

#2 THE TEDDY BEARS

A man meets a gorgeous woman in a bar. They talk, they connect, they end up leaving together. They get back to her place, and as she shows him around her apartment, he notices that her bedroom is completely packed with teddy

bears.

Hundreds of small bears on a shelf all the way along the floor, medium sized ones on a shelf a little higher, and huge bears on the top shelf along the wall. The man is kind of surprised that this woman would have a collection of teddy bears, especially one that's so extensive, but he decides not to mention this to her.

He turns to her... they kiss... and then they rip each others clothes off and make love. After an intense night of

passion, as they are lying there together in the afterglow, the man rolls over and asks, smiling, "Well, how was it?"

The woman says, "You can have any prize from the bottom shelf."

#3 BLONDE AT A JOB INTERVIEW

A young blonde woman goes for to an office for a job interview . The interviewer decides to start with the basics. "So, miss, can you tell us your age, please?"

The blonde counts carefully on her fingers for about 3 seconds before replying "Ehhhh .. 23!".

The interviewer tries another straight forward one to break the ice. "And can you tell us your height, please?"

The young lady stands up and produces a measuring tape from her handbag. She then traps one end under her foot and extends the tape to the top of her head. She checks

the measurement and announces, "Five foot three!"

This isn`t looking good so the interviewer goes for the real basics. "And ehh, just to confirm for our records, your name please?"

The blonde bobs her head from side to side for about twenty seconds, mouthing something silently to herself, before replying "Stephanie".

The interviewer is completely baffled at this stage, so he asks "Just out of curiosity, miss. We can understand your counting on your fingers to work out your age, and

the measuring tape for your height is obvious, but what were you doing when we asked you your name?"

"Ohh that!" replies the blonde, "That`s just me running through `Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you...."

#4 EXCUSES, EXCUSES

A high school English teacher reminds her class of tomorrow's final exam. She tells the class there would be no excuse for not showing up, except for serious injury or illness, or a death in the student's immediate family. A smart-ass jock in the back of the room asks, "What about extreme sexual exhaustion?" The entire class does its best to stifle their laughter and snickering. When silence is restored, the teacher smiles sympathetically at the student, shakes her head, and sweetly says, "Not an excuse. Write with your other hand."

#5 HARD OF HEARING

Ole and Sven were playing golf when Sven pulled out a cigar but didn't have a lighter so he asked Ole for a light.

"Ya, shure, I tink I haff a lighter," he replied and reached into his golf bag and pulled out a 12-inch BIC lighter.

"Yiminy Cricket!" exclaimed Sven, "Vhere did yew get dat monster??"

"Vell," replied Ole, "I got it from my Genie."

"You haff a genie?" Sven asked.

"Ya, shure, he's right here in my golf bag," said Ole.

"Could I see him?"

Ole opens his golf bag and out pops the genie. The friend says, "Hey

dere! I'm a good friend of your master. Vill you grant me vun vish?"

"Yes I will", the genie said so Sven asks him for a million bucks and the genie hops back into the golf bag and leaves him standing there waiting for his million bucks.

Suddenly the sky begins to darken and the sound of a million ducks flying overhead is heard.

Sven yells to Ole, "I asked for a million Bucks, not Ducks!"

Ole answers, "Ya, I forgot to tell yew, da genie is hard of hearing.

"Do yew really tink I asked him for a 12-inch BIC?"

#6 THE WANT ADS

An actual ad in the London Times.

WANTED

A tall well-built woman with good

reputation, who can cook frogs

legs, who appreciates a good fuc-

schia garden, classic music and tal-

king without getting too serious.

But please only read lines 1,3 and 5

#7 TIMES ARE CHANGING

A little boy and a little girl were sitting on the porch talking, when the little girl asked, "Do you want to get undressed and we can play doctor?" The little boy replied, "That's too old fashioned... spit out your gum. I want to play President."

#8 LADIES ROOM

A gentleman had a serious problem. He had made several attempts to get into the men's restroom, but found it to be occupied. A lady noticed that he was walking

funny, taking small steps, and with a look of pain and anxiety on his face. "Sir", she

said; "The ladies restroom is unoccupied. You may use it if you promise not to touch any of the buttons on the wall." He was about to pop, and would have promised anything, so he agreed to her terms.

The relief was pure joy, and as he sat there, savoring the feeling, he noticed the buttons he had promised not to touch. Three white buttons were identified by the letters: "WW", "WA", and "PP", and there was one red button labeled "ATR". Who would really know if he touched them?

He couldn't just sit there and resist a challenge like this, so he pushed the "WW" button. Warm Water was sprayed gently upon his bottom. Such a nice feeling came over him. The Men's restroom didn't have nice things like this. Anticipating even greater pleasure, he pressed the "WA" button. Warm Air replaced the warm water, wafted and swirled about, gently drying his underside. He knew what he was going to do when the warm air stopped, and without hesitation, he pressed the "PP" button. A large Powder Puff caressed his bottom, adding a fragrant scent of spring flowers to his unbelievable pleasure. The ladies room was far more than a restroom; it was a place of tender loving pleasure! He could hardly wait for the powder puff to quit. When it did,

he pushed what he knew was going to be the ultimate joy!

He knew he was in the hospital as soon as he opened his eyes. A nurse was staring down at him with a smirk on her face... "What happened?! How did I get here?! The

last thing I remember, I was in the ladies restroom!!!" "You pushed one too many buttons.", replied the nurse, as her smirk expanded to a grin. "That last button marked "ATR" is an Automatic Tampax Remover. Your penis is under your pillow."

#9 YET ANOTHER BLONDE JOKE

Two tourists were driving through Louisiana. As they approached Natchitoches, they started arguing about the pronunciation of the town. They argued back and forth until they finally stopped for lunch.

As they stood at the counter, one tourist asked the blonde employee, "Before we order, could you please settle an argument for us? Would you please pronounce where we are... very slowly?"

The blonde girl leaned over the counter and said, "Burrrrrrrr, gerrrrrrr, Kiiiiing."

#10 MEDICAL TERMS FROM THE HOOD

Benign......................... What you be, after you be eight.

Artery......................... The study of paintings.

Bacteria....................... Back door to cafeteria.

Barium......................... What doctors do when patients die.

Cesarean Section............... A neighborhood in Rome.

Catscan........................ Searching for Kitty.

Cauterize...................... Made eye contact with her.

Colic.......................... A sheep dog.

Coma........................... A punctuation mark.

D&C............................ Where Washington is.

Dilate......................... To live long.

Enema.......................... Not a friend.

Fester......................... Quicker than someone else.

Fibula......................... A small lie.

Genital........................ Non-Jewish person.

G.I. Series.................... World Series of military baseball.

Hangnail....................... What you hang your coat on.

Impotent....................... Distinguished, well known.

Labor Pain..................... Getting hurt at work.

Medical Staff.................. A Doctor's cane.

Morbid......................... A higher offer.

Nitrates....................... Cheaper than day rates.

Node........................... I knew it.

Outpatient..................... A person who has fainted.

Pap Smear...................... A fatherhood test.

Pelvis......................... Second cousin to Elvis.

Post Operative................. A letter carrier.

Recovery Room.................. Place to do upholstery.

Rectum......................... Almost near killed him.

Secretion...................... Hiding something.

Seizure........................ Roman emperor.

Tablet......................... A small table.

Terminal Illness............... Getting sick at the airport.

Tumor.......................... One plus one more.

Urine.......................... Opposite of you're out.

THE 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 Sado-masichistic 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!

WHY I'M MAKING LOVE TO YOUR WOMAN AND YOUR WIFE

By A BROTHA OUT THERE

Copyright©2000

All Rights Reserved

A BROTHA OUT THERE can be contacted at zappman@bet.com

I have a feeling his mailbox is going to blow up :-)

IN THE BEGINNING

Before I begin my story about this issue, I must tell you not to be upset with me at the end. Instead, you might want to either pay more attention or listen to what either your woman or wife might be or has been trying to communicate to you. Additionally, I can’t reveal my identity to you, but I’ll tell you exactly who I am in the end. First, I’d like to tell you a little bit about myself. I’m just an average "Joe" that works everyday just like everybody else. Specifically, I’m a working professional that has maintained steady employment for the past 15 years, I completed college, single - not married or involved, in my mid-30’s, no children and workout regularly. I own my own residence; vehicle and I like to enjoy life. I live in the Washington, DC metropolitan area and I like to get out and have fun every weekend or when time permits. Moreover, I attend church every Sunday - very seldom do I ever miss a service. The Washington, DC metropolitan area has spawned many technology related work environments over the past few years. In fact, Northern Virginia is now known as the technology corridor. Kind of like where the Silicon Valley was a few years ago. With new companies moving here and increased employment opportunities - more folks have relocated to this area. Additionally, a lot of people spend a lot of time working crazy hours - missing out on opportunities for quality time spent with the family.

LOG ON

Today was a typical day for me - I’d arrive to work extra early and log onto my PC. I’d arrive early because I wanted to read the news communications and enjoy my daily cup of morning coffee. I’d usually flip through the sports, business and news sections of most news communications. Then I’d hit the entertainment section. Only this time there was a flashing advertisement that really caught my attention. It read…."Discover Love, Romance or Intimately Talk. "I decided to click onto the ad for more information. The site was pretty interesting. The flashy headlines caught my attention and the pictures with some of the ads were okay too. However, more revealing were the specifics that everyone placed within their ad. I surfed over to the Intimate Talk section and much to my surprise -- I could not believe what I was seeing. This was truly a bachelor’s paradise. There were so many attractive - FINE women that had their pictures posted that I sat there for a good little while. I read many ads and could not believe what I was there. These women were looking for sexual adventures from one-night stands to regularly scheduled sexual rendezvous. Some of these women were MARRIED or ATTACHED - looking for a discrete encounter. There were all kinds - African American, Caucasian, Hispanic and Asian. I was always concerned about people misrepresenting themselves as it regards their looks. So, I made it a point to first focus on those women that had their pictures associated with their ads and then sift through the ads without pictures.

THE SEARCH

I saw everything in the headlines relating to Goddesses, Brown-Sugar Babes, Sexually Deprived to Needing It Every Day. I guess what took me by surprise was the meat of some of the descriptions. One woman had that she had a very high sex drive and her husband traveled too much. She needed to find and hook up with someone that could meet her weekly at a moment’s notice for sex. That’s it. Nothing more and no strings attached. Then there was another who enjoyed sex in movie theaters and public places. This one often fantasized about having two men sex her at the same time. She too loved and needed sex. In her case - her male companion or boy friend just was not around when she needed him. She also made it a point to mention that within her ad. Heck, some women even had listed their favorite turn-on’s such as muscular bodies, showers with couple’s, unusual locations for sex, being spanked, blindfolded, sex talk and sharing their fantasies. My initial impression was that this is too good to be true. That is until I chose to respond to a few.

CONTACT

As I searched the various ads and read what was behind each one I wanted to reach out to these lonely, sexually deprived women that were emotionally and physically abandoned by their significant other. I had sent out a few messages to some of the ladies. I was surprised when I got the e-mails back confirming mutual interest and the desire to meet. I was sensitive to the fact that all of these women needed to have a desire met - the void I’d make whole again. I made sure to let them know how I would fulfill their fantasies. I’ll share an experience I had with a lovely women by the name of Angel - a young 24 year old black woman who has a very high sex drive, loved sex and described herself as the type of lady who knew how to please a man. She also loved to go to the movies to have sex and was turned on by the act of having her man gently pull on her hair when hitting it from the back. She had a fantasy about having two men do her at the same time. She indicated that she was open for the type of encounters that were for conventional sex or one nightstands, sex talk and sharing her fantasies. Moreover, she was very concerned about hygiene and someone that practiced safe sex. Lastly, she did indicate that she was attached, but wanted to have a discrete encounter. I decided to send her the following message:

"Angel, I’d like to first introduce myself to you. My name is Style and I have an interest in progressively getting to know you enough to satisfy and fulfill every fantasy you ever had or dreamed of. I would like to meet you at the Washington Harbor. I’d like for you to meet me there at 6:30 PM sharp this Wednesday night at Tom and Joe’s. Since we don’t know what each other looks like - here’s what I will do. I’ll need for you to tell me what you will be wearing - I prefer that you wear nothing but black. I’d like for you to sit at the end of the bar or as close to the end as possible - right side. I will have nothing but black on - my jacket, shirt, shoes, socks - all black. Me - I’m a brother. If I like what I see - I’ll send you a dirty martini. If I don’t - well, I’ll send you a glass of white wine. You - if you like what you see - send me a rum and coke with a twist of lime. If not - send me lemon with water. If I get my rum and coke and I send you a dirty martini - we’ll take it from there. Deal? Let me know. "Well, as luck would have it, Angel decided to respond with a willingness to meet at the designated time and location. The Meeting

Wednesday came around and so did 6:30. I was hyped and ready to go. I had my Black Jag XJ8 parked by the valet and made my way to Joe’s Restaurant and Bar. I walked along the marble floor and observed Washingtonian’s enjoying themselves drinking and eating. I sat comfortably in a tall black leather stool at the left end of the bar. I quickly scanned the bar area when I noticed a rather cute, innocent honey-coated sister at the end of the bar. She wore a black beaded dress by Gucci, carried a handbag by Bottega Veneta, wore a wide diamond Jade Jagger bracelet, green python boots, had a very sexy-burgundy shade of MAC lipstick, neatly French-manicured nails, short-curly black hair, almond shaped eye’s and a warm smile. I immediately liked what I saw and requested that the bar tender send this honey-coated sista’ a dirty martini. He was kind of enough to honor my request with a smile as he prepared and served the drink. The woman in black was happy to see her drink placed in front of her. As she sipped her drink, she looked over as the bar tender pointed me out. Her gentle grin turned into a beautiful smile as I observed her whispering something in the bar tenders ear. The bar tender quickly came my way with a rum and coke with a twist of lime.I rose from my black leather stool and gracefully made my way towards my new found friend. I knew that I must have been what she desired as her eye’s gleamed with excitement, as did her smile. The sensual aroma of her perfume J’adore hit me soon after as did the fantasies of this Angel sent to me. We conversed and I was quick to tell her that I had a room reserved - she quickly agreed to leave and go to my penthouse suite. My suite was not far and she agreed to follow me for the quick trip.

MAKING DREAMS COME TRUE

Angel and I made our way to the hotel. We both parked our cars and walked towards the elevator. I wanted Angel to feel as comfortable as possible with me. I gently took her hand into mine and escorted her into the elevator. We rode up to my penthouse suite. I invited Angel to relax on my plush suede sofa. The sofa was so soft that I would often fall asleep there forgetting I had a bed.

I already had scented vanilla candles burning throughout the suite. Since it was past 7PM - I turned on the radio. This way we could relax to the Quiet Storm. No sooner than I turned on the radio - the perfect music for the mood started to play. Maxwell and his Urban Hang Suite played in the background. I came back to Angel while on the couch -- gracefully leaned over her and caressed her lips with mine while slowly and softly touching her tongue with mine.

Her soft hands stroked the back of my head as she aggressively pulled me closer to her. We kissed and passionately stroked each other for a short while. Then she suddenly pushed me back. I was surprised while breathing heavy - Angel began to unbuckle my pants and then unzip them. I was standing there in front of this beautiful woman with my bar of chocolate about to make its entrance into Angel’s tunnel. Slowly my chocolate bar entered her tunnel unsure if it wanted to stay or go. All I know is that it went back in forth - in and out. It was so refreshing to be embraced with the wetness of Angel’s rain soaking and drenching my chocolate bar. Hell, I decided that maybe I’d stay there for a little while or so. Soon after, Angel told me about her other tunnel and that I might want to take a trip there too. Off we went on our little adventure -- overcome with heat we decided to take off the rest of each other’s clothing. First hers and then mine. Her precious mounds of honey--coated chocolate breast were just waiting for my mouth to cover each one - at a time. I then decided to remove the rest of her clothing. I was in awe as I quickly gazed at this precious sista’ in the raw. I wanted to lick her from head to toe. Believe me - that’s just what I did. From the back of her neck, down the spine of her back, around her ass, inside her groin, down her thigh, around her calf, caressed the ankle and popped a few toes in my mouth. She tasted as good as she looked - hot honey that flowed with every taste of her essence! Within a moment’s time, I gently spread both her legs wide open and put my head into part of her world. Her back arched high with her honey-glazed buns cradled within the palms of my hands -- I sent her to the heavens and made her come back with wings! The sounds she made would have made one believe that there was a choir in my suite. All the while she was looking at the ceiling with her eye’s partially open. I was enjoying climbing her peaks of passion, but I had to tell her that we were only beginning. Now I want to take you to the heights of ecstasy. As the smell of vanilla candles burned and the sounds of Barry White now played - I slowly and softly placed my chocolate bar at the very end of Angel’s tunnel. It was so wet as it had rained, but I knew that I had made her showers begin to cum. One sultry inch at a time - a bit of my luscious bar went inside this precious woman. Gently I’d retreat and give her a little bit more. I did not stop until every inch of me was inside this stunningly beautiful woman. Her honey-covered body was arched with me deep inside her, while her mouth hung wide open and eye’s gracefully closed. The candle light beamed across her face, while our shadows reflected along the walls - a tear slowly flowed from the corner of one eye and then the other. I began to wonder - was it me, the passion, satisfaction, or, sadness. I gently wiped the tears away from her face with my thumb and held her close to me as I began to send a shower of love deep inside her. I held her so tight as she accepted every ounce of my passion. Our bodies excited with the wetness of ecstasy while in the heat of late night love - she slowly began to explain - as I acutely listened!

Not often, but every now and then I simply desire a little attention from my husband. Granted, we go to work every day and come home to each other and discuss our days. But, over time my voice went unheard, my cries went unanswered and my touches became unresponsive. She began to confess that the short part of the night spent with me was a yearning needing completion, which had grown over time.

I told her that I’d be more than happy to accommodate her request - be it for listening, dining, dancing, walking, talking - whatever. We soon made arrangements to meet in Rock Creek Park near the National Zoo. No telling what will happen when we next meet again.

WHO AM I?

Finally, I told you in the beginning that I’d tell you who I am without revealing my identity. Simply put - I’m an average everyday "Joe" that drives next to you, in front of, or behind you in traffic. I may be next to you on the bus or train - we may even share a cab from time to time. Perhaps we may have seen each other at a club or bar -maybe a movie, show, the supermarket, or even the gym. Who knows - I’m out and about everywhere. There is really nothing special about me and I’m not the most handsome man in the world, but I’m not unattractive either. I kind of blend right among the folks in the designer clothing and fancy cars. Sometimes, you might never know I even exist. One thing I do know - Angel is just one of a few. There are many more that have sent me e-mails that I have not even had a chance to respond to yet. Nonetheless, please be rest assured that they are lined up and will be served. See I’ll be with these ladies when you are not!

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This concludes the May/June 2000 issue of Zane's Erotica Noir. See you in July.

PEACE AND MUCH LOVE,

Zane