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IN THIS ISSUE

ANNOUNCEMENTS

SEXING ME by D. NEAL

POETIC INTERCOURSE by K-JIO

A LIBERATED WOMAN by PRIVATE JOY

THE SEX CHRONICLES CONTEST ENTRIES

TRUTH OR DARE by PRIVATE JOY

ANNOUNCEMENTS

I am keeping the announcements extremely brief this month because I am ready to get to the "HOT" stuff and this month's e-zine is "HOT" and then some.  I have often said that the things I write about in my stories are totally realistic because I know that some people get down like that.  This month, I intend to prove it.  I have a new contributor to my e-zine, Private Joy, that is about to drop some knowledge on you with her outlook on female sexuality and a steaming hot real life experience of her own entitled TRUTH OR DARE.  We have the Sex Chronicles contest entries.  I only received four (which is downright pitiful because I know more than 4 people on my mailing list have had sex) but they are so damn hot that I couldn't decide which one should win the book.  Therefore, I need the help of the thousands of readers on my list.  Hit me back with an email to zane@eroticanoir.com and let me know which story you think is the "HOTTEST."  Voting will go on until October 10th since we are so close to the end of the month.

Also, I have a new contest for a free copy of Addicted.  For those of you that don't know, Addicted is the story of a married nymphomaniac that gets involved with the wrong person.  Therefore, while I am not encouraging it, I know some of you have cheated on a mate and I want to hear your best cheating stories.  Why did you do it?  Was it worth it?  Was the sex better than with your regular partner? Most importantly, tell me about the sex.   All entries will be kept anonymous.  Contest entries must be received by October 15th.  Send to zane@eroticanoir.com

With that said, I hope you enjoy this month's e-zine because it is "HOT, HOT, HOT"

Peace, Zane

SEXING ME by D. NEAL

NQueen52@aol.com

sexing me
smile for me
pearly whites
ignite this flame
heating me ever so,
gently

look at me
brown eyes piercing
moistening lips
causing hips to, gyrate.
slowly.

arousing me.

invoking lightening
tightening walls.
so much thunder
under my dress.

touching me.
skin's changing texture
as smooth as your,
pleasure.
fingertips slide down me.
push in me.

seducing me.

kiss me.
forehead captured.
webbed in the rapture
of wet affection,
erection brushing my thigh.

you are, making me high
sexing me.

licking me.
tasting, basting my surface
with your, sweetness.
intoxicating yourself with,
mine.

sexing me.

penetrating
at last the waiting
is, over
heels rest upon shoulders
she pulls you deeper.

sexing me.

you caress her frame.

sexing me.

she's glad you came.

sexing me

she, calls your name
completely forgetting hers
and you're to blame
she, thanks you
sexing her....


d.neal c. 2000

POETIC INTERCOURSE by K-JIO

black_jio@yahoo.com

I had sex with Poetry last night
In a dim lit setting that was just right
Perfect, in every way, was her undress
And beautiful was her bare nakedness
Tender were her breasts that were lustfully sweet
Warm was her chest, from where I felt her heartbeat
Erect were her nipples, stiff and stout
All of which caused my erectile to stand out
Beckoning was her navel to sensual serenity
The perfect center piece of her naked body symmetry
That was located right above the vulva, which was the remedy
Of calming the urge manifested in my centermost extremity
Pre-cum juices giving the head of my shaft a sheen
Secreted upon visual stimulus, she made me cream
Then penetrating her centermost cavity, her vaginal source
Such was the start of our poetic intercourse

Experiencing what I believed to be a sexual renaissance
With every thrust, bump, and grind, she moved in response
Delicious was the feel of her feminine rose
As we fucked, and recited to each other sensual prose
In comparison to the movement and feel, there was nothing else
The fuck faces she made alone, was as much of a turn on as the act itself
Seemlessly choreographed,... yet unrehearsed
As I fucked her body, she fucked my soul with poetic verse
With the lights down low, and a dimness to surround me
She held on, putting her arms and legs around me
Time passed, we both looked down, to the goings on about
In her receptacle, I was churning in and out
To explain the feeling with words,... I'm at a loss
As we both watched my shaft dip the pussy, like a lobster tail dipped in butter sauce
Tantalizing her twat with a quiet fury and force
Tasty was the feel of our poetic intercourse

I felt a warm wet sensation, as I felt her body rise
The feeling of hot, juicy girl cum, flowing between her thighs
Her fuck face gave way to scrunched brows, and closed eyes
Holding me tightly, as I thrust and grind, she gave a faint, feminine cry
When her grip relaxed, I let up a bit
She positioned her left hand on her left tit
And turned on her stomach, spread her legs, and exposed her loot
Umm,... the sight of her hairy pussy looked like kiwi fruit
I mounted her twat, with no thoughts of evasion
Halfway in, her coochie rose to the occasion
In a sexy voice, she said "don't move"
Then she began to do a pelvic rock, hip swivel groove
I stood still for a moment, but I had to advance
And join in, in this doggy style, hip dance
Lovingly riding her booty like a horse
Gripped by her lyrical pussy in this poetic intercourse

Positioned for continual G-spot stimulation
She humped up and down, and did hip gyrations
Holding both her shoulders, all of me, to her I gave
And rode Poetry like a boat rides an ocean wave
The way her head was turned, I could see the shedding of a tear
Already pressed against her, I put a question in her ear
Never stopping the fuck, and the feeling to entice
I asked if she was alright, she said "yeah baby, the feeling is just so nice"
I kissed the side of her face, as I continued to juice her mound
And make her booty roll up and down
Of the fuck, she let me know that she was lovin' the flavor
By making the sounds a pregnant lady makes when she goes into labor
I sped up the hip movements, as we made the bed wiggle
Pumping in and out of her, making her ass cheeks jiggle
Joyfully pleasuring her cunt, with no remorse
Creaming the cream of dreams in this poetic intercourse

After ejaculating in an intense manner
And causing Poetry to gush in an erotic clamor
I held her, the rest of the night, a hold from which we wouldn't divorce
And verbalized verses of rhyme, , capping off our poetic intercourse

Written by: K-JiO
(c) 2000

A LIBERATED WOMAN by PRIVATE JOY

COMMENTARY
It never ceases to amaze me how people treat a liberated woman. The stares, the judgments, whispers and reprimands that the general public thrusts on free thinking women is embarrassing at best. I'm not just talking about financially, strong, independent women either but those women who are in complete control of their sexuality as well. After all, we don't call men who sleep around by derogatory names. Those we save for the women who dates, and sleeps, as many men as her heart desires. Men get to players and pimps while us poor lowly women get to be whores and tramps. Now don't get me wrong. I'm not bitter about it in the least. I take in stride as one of those independent women that does what and who I like. But honestly there is no equity in the sexual landscape.

Part of the problem is that society has always expected women to maintain a delicate balancing act when it comes to sexuality. Men may want to marry a virgin but since they don't want to get married any time soon they want to have someone to sleep with now. Enter the first phase of the Madonna/whore complex. Some loving affectionate boyfriend convinces naive (or maybe not) girlfriend to sleep with them knowing full well that this relationship will soon disintegrate into nothing because he got what he came for. This doesn't happen with all young relationships but more often than not. This leaves the newly deflowered young lady confused and embarrassed and feeling ashamed of her sexuality unless she develops into one of us. And by us I mean those that said screw the rules and enjoy sex for what it is. Even if she does reach that stage of evolution and accepts her sexuality as a natural part of herself the ensuing drama from men and women is not often worth the freedom. 

Dealing with jealous women will be far more difficult than dealing with unenlightened men. Good sex can always change a man's mind but it usually won't work on the women talking about you. And why are we talking about each other ladies? Is it the rumored short supply of available men that has us acting nutty or do we just have nothing better to do with our lives? Yeah I might be a little jealous if I see you out with a very attractive brother but I'm not going to start stalking you or getting all up in your business to find out something to break you up. Y'all know how casual rumors start spreading when that D'angelo look alike brother gets snatched up. That sista didn't do nothing to y'all. She just went after what she wanted. And I know that it may be difficult for some of you to make the first move but it's hard for that formerly lonely brother you've been drooling over for the past six months to wonder if you are just being friendly or if you'd be open for a date. Women are one of the main restrictions on women exploring their sexual wants and desires. I shouldn't have to worry about what you think of me while I'm going about my life. If we all ease up a little bit it will be okay believe me. Instead of spending the next weekend in complaining with the girls why don't you spend some time alone and figure out what it is you want and how you plan on getting it. You can get a lot more accomplished than you could at a pity party. Just think about because from what I hear men like women that know what they want and aren't afraid to get it. 

While it's always been enjoyable for me to have men on what I call a rotating basis, who are all aware of each other, I have been accused, accosted and gossiped about so much that it almost becomes a compliment. If they have nothing better to do than discuss who I'm sleeping with tonight then they are very bored and I will definitely be coming out on top, literally and figuratively. But dealing with that tension is not always easy and it's even caused me to take breaks every now and then but as they say a leopard can't change its spots and I have no intention on being something I'm not. Let's get back to the complex for now.

Stage Two for the Madonna/whore complex begins after men meet that virgin bride. Once they marry said virgin they expect her to turn into a sexual dynamo capable of fulfilling every sexual fantasy they think of. One small problem with that scenario though. If she doesn't have any experience she's not going to know what to do with that cat of nine tails and she's probably going to think that you are a pervert. Not to say that the independent woman wouldn't either but she might give you points for creativeness before she kicked you out of bed.

Now you might be thinking what is she trying to say and it's simple really. Women deserve to be afforded every opportunity to discover who they are especially sexually. This means that we have to overcome our own internalized notions of what a "good girl" is and if that's how we want to live our lives. Personally I think I'm a very good girl. I'm good at almost everything I do and I'm damn good with everyone that I do. But girls if you are thinking it's time for a lifestyle adjustment don't do it all at once. Take your time and get to know what makes you happy first. Try everything twice in case you didn't get it done right the first time and above all else smile when you hear the whispers. It probably means you're having a more entertaining life than the whisperers.

I must bid you all adieu right now. I got to start some tongues wagging.

THE SEX CHRONICLES CONTEST ENTRIES

Please send an email to me at zane@eroticanoir.com to cast your vote for the winner.

Experience #1-A Night At The Movies

I just read this months issue and saw the little contest going on about the freakiest things.... before I go on, I just wanna tell you that I look forward to your newsletter every month and I appreciate your time, money, and efforts!

I'm a freak from the very beginning. and I could tell you a lot of the freaky shit I did but I picked the most recent. well, here I go.

It has always been a fantasy of mine to do it in a public place.... but when the opportunity comes, I'd be too embarrassed to actually go through with it. I got dressed one night... a sexy black thong and bra outfit. Over that, I put a navy blue fitted dress. I was going on a date with the man I love. we decided for the movies. X-Men to be exact. I had no inclinations for what the night had in store. 

There I am, enjoying the movie and the man cannot keep his hands off me.  The theater wasn't that full. In fact, all together there was about 20 people in there. We were seated on the last row, right beneath the window where the projector is. so halfway through the movie, he's trying to touch the punany. I am all embarrassed to let him. He starts kissing my neck and I relax enough to where he's got his hands under my dress. He pulls aside the thong and plays with my clit.... all the while sucking on my neck. I am all horny by then. so he unzips his pants and pulls out his dick and wants me to suck it. I am all hot and bothered and at this point just want him to make me cum. So I kindly oblige him.... so he can get back to the attention he was paying my clit. The thought of someone watching us thrills me and yet at the same time unnerves me.

This man that I love is quite the exhibitionist so if he knew someone was watching, it wouldn't bother him at all. So he stands up, with his dick hard as rock and wants me to suck it. We in the last row of the theater so I get on my knees and start sucking. I am all into pleasing him and sucking him... lost in the pleasures of foreplay. The movie is a blur, at this point. But I hear all the people in the theater laughing and cheering so I look to the screen to see what's going on in the movie.  The X-Men were kicking ass of course but also, in the corner was a
silhouette of my head and my husbands dick. I assumed that the whole theater was watching my head bob back and forth. I was hella embarrassed and the man that I love just laughed. I wanted to leave but he wanted to see the rest of the movie. So we stayed.

Everything calmed down and no one in the theater was turning around to see what we were doing.  So the man that I love starts the whole scene over again.  Kissing, getting under my dress, playing with the clit.  This time, he doesn't stop to ask for some head. He just goes at it. I am biting down hard so I don't moan too loud. At the same time, the movie reaches the height of it's action sequences so it's loud in there.  So I let go and start moaning. As I am climaxing, my moans are getting as loud as the movie.  All of a sudden, the movie changes scenes and the action is silenced....I am caught moaning.  If I could blush, that would have been it. I wanted to pee my pants but I didn't. Everyone turned around to see what the commotion was. The moan was obviously one of pleasure and not pain.... it was such a thrill. My heart was racing and all the "feel-good" endorphins was making me feel buzzed. No one stared but they was curious as hell as to who was getting it on. 

The man that I love thought it was spectacular. For me, it was a fantasy fulfilled. Later that evening, the man that I love tells me he was looking at the silhouette of me giving him head. no one caught on until the scene of the movie changed.... that's when everyone started hollering and cheering.

So that's my story Zane, I hoped you liked it.


Experience #2-A Day At The Park

Well Zane, since you were so demanding (I do so enjoy DEMANDING women) real life stories in your last emailed news letter. I will oblige.

This is the only thing I can really relate happening but not truly to me. I would never admit it face to face but I was out riding my bike. I am an avid mountain biker. I was riding a trail and didn't see a tree that had fallen. Well, after I shook the cobwebs out of my head and pulling the burrs out of my ass, I heard something. 

It was a familiar sound but not in this setting. I was wondering if someone else had missed the tree that made me go ass first over my handlebars. I was thinking who ever that was got fucked up and me being the caring person I am, went to go search for the injured party. As I searched the woods the moaning got louder and I sped up. 

I was about 30 feet from the moaning when I heard a voice say: "is someone coming?"

I froze and went into stealth mode! I just had to see what they were up to.  Finally, after quietly breaking some branches that were obstructing my view. 

Two fine ass white women, buck ass naked. Now, being the true brotha I am, I don't usually find a lot of white women attractive, (but being that they were BUCK ASS naked probably helped). Damn, these two were almost built like sisters. The one brunette, nice and thick, serious, serious hips and a nice big titties. The other one was a redhead with small compact titties but an ass that poked out like Jennifer Lopez's, (and you know that's some ASS!). 

After about a minute of looking around they resumed their activities. I was frozen, temporarily. I was able to crotch down and watch more closely. I  wanted to move closer but was afraid of making any more noise. So I watched from there. The red head was laying on the clothes, legs spread as wide as the Grand Canyon. I could see her cunt hair was trimmed and nicely compliment her pink pussy lips. The brunette's head was just going to town. She must have been pushing her tongue into her friends pussy for all she was worth. Ole red was the one I heard moaning before, she was enjoying it. The brunette moved to the side a bit and I saw her put two fingers up in her friend's pussy. I could have sworn that I heard them plunging in and out. 

Red was freaking, moaning and ramming her girls face all up in her cunt. Red must have tasted extremely good because the dark haired one was moaning and wriggling her ass just as much. I was about to start stroking my dick but my biking shorts were to tight to take down without standing up and making noise. My shit was throbbing and hurting! But, I kept it in my shorts. 

The girls were having a blast. I could smell the pussy in the air from the slight breeze. It smelled like it needed some dick but this is 2000 and bruthas popping out of bushes to fuck a white girl aint gonna happen, at least not with me. Besides I was enjoying myself watching them eat each other. As red had another orgasm, she looked spent. The brunette honey moved up to her and they were just laying there kissing.

As would be my luck, another biker found my bike and started looking for me. Calling out and asking if I needed help. The girls heard that, jumped up and got their clothes on. They were rolling out and red turned around and said: "next time don't just hide in the bushes, come on out and get some pussy! We both like cock too." I stood up and they waved as they got on their bikes and rode away. 

I went back to my bike and continued down the trail. When I got back to my car there was a note on it. We'll be back on Friday if you want to join in. Haven't been back there since. To bad they weren't sista's, I'd be riding there EVERYDAY!


Experience #3-A Wonderful Night

Zane,
Being a BBBW, I was not in the habit of having handsome men approach me and ask me out for a date. There was a man, new to the city, whom I met in the mall. We browsed and talked a while and he asked me out. I was to meet him at a supper club at 8:00 later that night. I was so excited. I couldn't believe he wanted to take me out. He was handsome, polished, and seemed a perfect gentleman. I was so excited. 

After I left him I went to my favorite department store to find the perfect outfit. Having done that, I went home and pampered myself with a bubble bathe to get into the mood for the date. When I was certain that I looked fantastic, I headed out for the club. I arrived on time and was seated at a table by the waiter. I ordered a bottle of wine and sipped, anticipating his arrival. I looked around at the people in attendance. They were all beautifully dressed and having a good time. I, too, was happy knowing that soon I would be joined by a seemingly wonderful man. The jazz flowed smoothly and the crowd enjoyed every number. Time begin to pass. 

Nine o'clock came and went and my date still hadn't shown up. I began to feel like a fool. I had been stood up. I sipped my wine and tried to fight back the tears as ten o'clock approached. I began to think of the past wrongs done to me by men; men who felt that just because I was a plus sized woman that I could be misused; men who felt that I should fall on my knees and thank the Lord Almighty that they consented to be seen with me. 

After a while I couldn't hold back the tears. I sat quietly, allowing the tears to fall. I tried to convince myself that it was ok, that at least I had gotten out of the house for a while and had heard great music. I went to the restroom to freshen up. I told myself that I would stay another half hour. As I returned to my table, there was a man sitting in the seat across from me. He was gorgeous. He was the color of milk chocolate with thick, wavy hair. He had a round, yet angular face with smiling eyes. He had a thick mustache that covered full, kissable lips. It looked to me that he worked out. I could tell from his suit that he was a man who spared no expense on his clothing. Definitely a man who could brighten up any woman's day. 

Needless to say, I was surprised that he was sitting there smiling happily at me. He stood when I reached the table and introduced himself as Vince Bassett (not his name). Vince was tall and had the deepest, sexiest voice that Barry White or Avery Brooks would envy. He said he had just come in and there were no tables available. The waiter told him that I was alone and might share my table. I introduced myself and sat down in the chair he had pulled out for me. I tried not to stare at him. He was beautiful. 

The band had taken a break and we sat in an awkward silence for several minutes. Finally, he asked me if I wanted anything to eat. I thought, hell no! I wasn't going to eat in front of him. I'd probably make a nervous mess. I said no, but he should help himself. He motioned for the waiter and ordered a sandwich. At that time it seemed he felt the need to tell me his story. He told me that he had just come from work and needed to unwind. He was an engineer and worked with a local firm. Vince told me that he was single and had no kids. He said that he had been married for ten years and had been divorced for five years. He said that he had surmised that there were no good women left to be had. I smiled at that and thought to myself "f___ you, Vince. I'm a good woman." 

His sandwich arrived and he seemingly ate it in two bites. After that, he began to ask me one hundred and one questions. Apparently satisfied with my answers, he asked me to dance. The band played a popular, up tempo song and he moved to the beat. I consented. He held my hand as we made our way through the crowd to the dance floor. As we reached the dance floor the band suddenly changed songs. They now played a slow, soft song. 

He grabbed me and held me close. I was so nervous. I could feel his masculine body and it turned me on. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "let me lead." That embarrassed me to no end. I said in a hoarse voice that I was sorry. Vince was a wonderful dancer. We danced through two more songs and I began to relax. When we got back to our table, we laughed and talked and danced until three a.m. He was funny, smart, handsome, and very sexy. I caught him staring at me several times. Once during the night, he leaned toward me and told me that I was very beautiful.

I never thought that he would be interested in me romantically. When I gathered my purse and shawl to leave he told me that he had had a great time and that he wanted to see me again. I gave him my number thinking he would not call. He walked me to my car and kissed my forehead goodnight. I watched him walk to his late model luxury car and thought to myself "you'll never hear from him again. Why would someone like that want you?" 

As I drove home, I thought about the night. I had had the best time. When I returned home from work the next day, the red light on my answering machine was blinking. There was a message. Vince had called! He asked me out to dinner and left his number for me to confirm. I was floored. I sat and wondered if I should set myself up for more hurt. I decided that I should accept his invitation and enjoy his company. 

We had dinner and a movie. Again, he was the perfect gentleman. He made me feel great. When he returned me to my home, he kissed me. It was a light, teasing kiss. I wanted to rip his clothes off right then and there. We continued to date, getting more and more comfortable with each other. The more we saw each other, the more the sexual tension between us grew. I would find myself staring at him trying to envision him naked. I would catch him staring at me. He became more affectionate with me, but always remaining a gentleman. Each time I saw him I wanted to have him make love to me. I wanted him to make the first move. I couldn't risk the chance of rejection. 

Finally after three and a half months of exclusive dating, we couldn't take it anymore. He called me up and invited me to dinner at his home. When I arrived, he had prepared a wonderful meal. His home was as elegant and polished as he. After dinner, Vince fixed drinks and we went into his den. He had a fire in the fireplace. It was warm and cozy. We settled down next to each other on his plush sofa, cuddling to watch a movie he had rented. During the course of the movie, there was a steamy sex scene. We both shifted on the sofa, feeling a bit tense. I felt my breath come in short spurts. I couldn't take the tension. I had to have him. 

I rose from the sofa and switched on soft music and stopped the movie. I returned to him on the sofa and sat on his lap. I kissed him passionately.  He sucked my tongue into his mouth and I felt myself get wet. He held me tightly and I could feel him harden against me. Vince ran his hands through my thick hair and pulled me closer to him. I sank further onto his lap so that I could feel him. He pushed away and gave me the most loving look. He asked me, in the softest voice I'd heard come from him, if I was sure this was what I wanted. I suddenly felt embarrassed because I thought he was turning down my offer. I apologized and started to remove myself from his lap. He stopped me and explained that he wanted me to be sure that I wanted to give myself to him. I nodded my consent and he kissed me again.

This time, as he kissed me, he caressed my body. He moved his hands underneath my dress and felt my skin. I sighed when I felt his hands touch me. He caressed my thighs. I looked at him as he touched me. I wanted more of him and he could see that. Very slowly he started to unbutton my dress. As he slid my dress off my shoulders, he kissed my body. He hugged me and I heard him moan. He removed my bra and cupped my breasts in his hands. I was so aroused by his touch. I sighed loudly and started to move against his large penis. He gently kissed my nipples and I winced. Vince smiled and took more of my breast into his mouth. He sucked and licked them as if he would die without them. I pulled his head closer and he held me tightly. He whispered my name and I became aware of how wet I was. 

I leaned back from him and pulled his sweater over his head. I marveled at his body. It was just as I had envisioned it. It was smooth and soft and beautiful. I touched him. I caressed him. I suddenly started to wonder why he wanted me when he could have any woman more beautiful and certainly with a better figure. It was if he sensed my distress and raised himself to kiss me. He caressed my body as he sucked my tongue and lips. He slid his hands underneath my panties and held my ass. He began to move me, pulling me closer to his penis. He started to moan; low and then louder. He moved his hands along my thighs several times and then he reached for the top of my panties, pulling them. He indicated that he wanted me to stand. 

I stood and he removed my dress, bra, and panties. I stood before him naked, feeling uncomfortable because of my size. He slid himself to the edge of the sofa and hugged me. Vince looked up into my eyes and told me that I was beautiful and precious to him. I thought that I was imagining all that was happening. He stood and removed the rest of his clothing. I couldn't help reaching out to touch him. He seemed to sense that I needed to feel him and allowed me my pleasure. 

Vince was truly a well endowed brother. He kissed me again and lead me up the stairs to his bedroom, stopping to kiss and hug me several times along the way. He laid me on his bed. I was so nervous and excited. He gathered me in his arms. I could feel his hard penis pressed against my thigh. I wanted this man! He moved to his knees and looked down at me. 

He gently spread my legs apart. He then lay between them. He kissed and sucked my breasts. I kneaded his flesh, pulling his to me. I whispered heavily into his ear "..... please." He moved down my body, kissing as he went along. He tugged at my pubic hairs with his lips to tease me. I was so wet that I could feel the warm liquid slide down my thighs. Vince took his time and parted my lips with his fingered. I could barely feel his touch. Then, I felt his tongue lick my outer lips. I signed and moved with pleasure. Suddenly, he began to lick and suck hungrily catching me off guard. I was going out of my mind. 

After a while, I begged him to get inside me. He handed me a condom and told me to apply it. I fumbled with the package. After removing the rubber, I caressed his penis and slid it into place. I lay back and Vince parted my lips with his penis and entered me slowly. Both of us moaned with pleasure. Once he was inside he didn't move. He lay on top of me savoring the feeling and allowing me to expand to meet his mass. He asked in a husky voice if I was ok. After responding, we began a slow rhythm that sent us to heaven. I held him and wrapped my legs around him. He quickened the pace. I could feel him expanding inside me with each thrust. He planted kisses on my face and moaned deeply. He whispered that this felt so right. I, of course, was wondering when the dream would end. 

He called my name and thrust one last time and we exploded. We lay together the rest of the night, making love several more times. Vince told me that that was the best sex he had ever had. It was incredible! He took me home later the next day. I didn't expect to hear from him again sense he had gotten what he wanted. But I was wrong! He called me every day after that and treated me to wonderful times.

We traveled and shared all of our spare time together. A year later he
presented me with a three and one half caret engagement ring and asked me to marry him. Today, we continue our life together which include great sex and two wonderful children!


Experience #4-Two Is Better Than One

27 yr old female in Baton Rouge, LA. 

The freakiest thing I've ever done???? Well this may not be freaky compared to some of your readers, but here goes.

I met this guy about a year ago on-line, he was a few years younger than me and I was reluctant to get anything started with him, because I'm not too keen on fooling around with younger men. Anyway we got something started and we started sexing on a regular basis. One day he ran into me on-line in one of my other screen names that suggest that I want to be involved with 2 black men, but I told him that this was only a fleeing fantasy of mine and I don't think that I would ever actually go through with it, so he left it at that and didn't push the issue. 

One morning I got a call from him at about 2 or 3 in the morning (yes those booty call hours). I had talked to him earlier in the week and he told  me that he had a friend from out of town that was visiting. So we decided to meet when his friend was gone. Anyway I got this call and was asked to come over, so of course I was game for whatever. When I got there he answered the door, looking and smelling all good in his tight black muscle shirt and sexy black jeans. I wasn't even in the door good before he started to undress me. 

In a matter of seconds he had my shirt off, and out of nowhere this other nice looking brotha appeared, at first I was shocked to see that there was someone else there, but then it excited me. While my friend and I were doing our little making out routine his friend was pretending no to notice. We eventually moved to the bedroom, although I was excited about someone watching me I was still kind of nervous about being in an apartment alone with 2 men. That nervousness quickly went away when my friend started licking the right spot, as I was returning the favor I heard the bedroom door open.

I was too into what I was doing to pay too much attention to what else was going on in the room. When I did get the chance to see what was going on I saw that his friend was standing next to the bed in all of his naked, sexy glory massaging his dick obviously excited by the fact that I was giving some hellified head to his boy. While I continued to give his boy the best dick sucking of his life he moved around behind me and proceeded to give me the best tongue lashing I'd ever had. I was so turned on that I knew there was no way that I would tell him to stop. He eventually moved into position so that he could fuck me, and fuck me he did. He was fucking me so good that I didn't even realize that I had my friends dick touching the base of my throat (which is something that I could never do without gagging). 

He fucked me so good until I thought I was about to lose my mind, which caused me to give such good head until my friend was ready to cum within a matter of seconds, and when he did cum I swallowed it all, and I kept sucking until he was hard and ready to go again. In the meantime friend was hitting my pussy so hard that I thought he was trying to lodge himself into my chest, when he was ready to come he pulled out and I sucked him until he finally did cum. 

On round 2 they switched places I proceeded to suck his friend while he fucked the hell out of my pussy. We all fucked and sucked ourselves into another round of orgasms. This went on several times during the night. When I left there I was worn out and I left them passed out in the bedroom. That was one experience I'll never forget and I'm sure they won't either.

Thanks for giving me this opportunity to share. If you like I have more.

TRUTH OR DARE by PRIVATE JOY

PART ONE

Whoever invented Truth or Dare should just call it what it really is, Invitation to Sexual Frustration.  Playing it with all your girlfriends, or guy friends as the case may be, is one thing but playing it with an even mix of men and women is just cause for some serious sexual tension.  The first time I played Truth or Dare with that mix I was a freshman at college.  We had come in from a party, knew we didn't have class in the morning and decided to invite some guys over to the dorm.  Considering the fact that it was two in the morning no one thought they were coming but about forty minutes later we hear them piling up the stairs.  

We all met up in my room since I was the only one without a roommate at the time and then sat there staring at each other.  It was rather uncomfortable because one of the guys in the room was on my top ten list of people I hated at school.  We got into an argument the day my girlfriend and one of his boys met.  I never wanted to see him again let alone in my room at three in the morning and never ever without his clothes on.  That would all change before the night was over.

We spent possibly the most boring thirty minutes of my life before someone suggested Truth or Dare.  So my three girlfriends and the five guys started in on the Truth portion of the evening because that's how it always starts.  No one wants to do anything embarrassing but there are only so many questions you can ask before the comatose feeling comes in.  That's when things got interesting. While the girls were still stuck on truth the guys were flashing body parts, putting their butts on windows so we could check out the print and licking up
the small of our backs. 

Still I was bored silly so when my dares started I was happy.  I figured I'd never see them again so whatever happened didn't matter.  They saw my breasts and recently shaved pussy as well my tattoos.  I licked a few nipples and simulated riding someone.  I'm still fine at this point but I had made a mental note that someone in the room was an avid pussy eater so I was feeling a slight urge to test him out.  It would have been fine but my girlfriends turned on me at that exact moment.  They wanted me to French kiss the pussy eater who I'll call Lee.  Even though I was mildly attracted to him (he was damn fine, six feet tall, pretty dark brown skin, a smile that would make any mother proud, well dressed smelled nice and had the voice from hell) he was still an asshole and I didn't feel like confusing things.  But there I was in his lap starting the kiss that changed everything.  Oh my God that boy could kiss.  

I felt the inside of my body start quivering and my pussy got wet as all hell.  What was supposed to be a 15 second thing turned into a very long kiss and the start of the tension that filled the room. Suddenly folks were ready to leave us alone together and we're lounging
around watching cartoons, they had been there a while, the morning cartoons had come on.  As soon as the mass cluster left we made arrangements for him to come back over alone.  When I say that it was worth the wait I'm making a dramatic understatement.  He tongued me down from the moment he came through the door.  All I had on was a robe anyway and that was by the wayside very quickly.  

We climbed into my little twin bed and he started kissing and biting my neck.  It was all I could do to keep my focused on trying to undress him while my head got all dizzy.  I felt my nipples being engulfed and twirled around in his mouth and I felt that warm wetness start again.  When I did finally have him unclothed I flip him over and started licking around his neck and chin before I bit his nipples and went down for his dick.  He wasn't overwhelmingly large but he was a nice fit for my mouth and he tasted like candy.  I licked and sucked his dick like it was an ice cream cone.  I was more than happy when he nutted in my mouth and he was shocked when I swallowed it.  

When I climbed back up to kiss him I felt the tongue tricks from Truth or Dare return and before I knew it I was flat on back being stroked damn near unconscious. By the time we came again, me for the fourth or fifth time and him for the second, my legs were locked around his back and we were laying in a pool of sweat.  I was ready to curl up for a nice nap but he wasn't and before long I felt his tongue darting in and out of my pussy.  He kept getting deeper until I felt his chin nestling up against my pussy and lost it.  I came so hard I thought I would drown him.  He strapped on another condom and flipped us over so that I was riding him.  At first it was really slow so we could find a nice rhythm but then he grabbed the lower part of my hip and rolled me ever so slightly forward until his dick hit the most unbelievable feeling spot in my pussy and I started bucking like a bronco.  It wasn't long before we both
came again.  For the last time that afternoon thankfully or else I would have been dehydrated and exhausted. 

We both fell asleep with the cartoons watching us this time.  The guy I would have tossed out of a window before that night had made me orgasm so many times I lost count.  And I'm sure I wasn't on his to do list that morning either.  But it's amazing what can happen all because of a game of Truth or Dare.

PART TWO

You think I would have learned from the last time I played this game but of course I didn't.  Or maybe I had and just didn't care.  I knew almost everyone in the room, most intimately, and figured that a good game of Truth or Dare would be a nice prelude the sex I was going to be having later.  I just didn't have the configuration right in my mind ahead of time. We'd been playing poker and taking shots from a bottle of coconut rum so I was pretty buzzed by the time we started playing.  This time there were only two girls in the room so the Truth portion of the evening disappeared quite quickly and even it strictly focused on what we did and didn't do in bed. 

Soon body parts were being exposed, the oral sex and nipple sucking dares came into play and before long there wasn't a soft dick in the room.  That's when our host came in and told us we didn't have to go home but we had to get the hell out of there because he was going to take the other girl home.  There was no way in hell I was going to be the only one in the room so I offered to drive her home later as long as she'd stay.  The rum must have been clouding my brain because I didn't see this one coming.

As soon as I'd done my last dare with one of my intimate friends he suggested we head back to his place for the night cause it was time to insert part A into slot B.  I said that was fine with me but I had to drop her off first but of course that's not what happened.  He knew I was bisexual and was more than excited at the possibility of seeing in person what his video collection was full of.  He planned on me doing the propositioning but since I didn't know her from Adam it was a no go on my part but she did agree to go back to his apartment.  I told her in the car that once we got there it was going to be an all out fuckfest but omitted the tongue lashing I might be administering because I was only focused on the group of men waiting to ravage me.

When she agreed we followed him back over to his place and started the rounds of drinks.  That was cool but since I was horny it was time to start fucking.  I drug Michael upstairs only to find his roommate already naked and waiting.  I pulled off my shirt and bra and then came out of everything else before I climbed in bed and swallowed as much of the ten inch dick in front of me as I could.  Then I heard the condom wrapper opening and felt Michael's dick
almighty inside of me.  I had to pause for a minute like always because the shit felt so good but then I picked up my tongue stroke and found a rhythm between them.  We had worked up a nice little pattern before they set off each other's orgasms as they kept getting louder around me. 

Kate and the others still hadn't come upstairs so we went down to find them.  She was ass out downstairs giving head to Jeff while he was sitting in a chair while Jimmy was long stroking her.  Another one of Michael's roommates was downstairs looking lonely so I crawled over to where he was sitting and started sucking Darnell's dick.  Michael watched for a few seconds before running for his video camera and then directing us all back upstairs. Kate and I fell out on different parts of the bed and soon had all our available holes filled up by the men who had yet to nut.  The room smelled of sweat and cum and while I love that smell when Darnell nutted I was happy for the break.  

I walked to the bathroom only to be followed in shortly thereafter by Michael who was ready for the girl on girl action.  He brought Kate into the bathroom and while I was swallowing his dick asked her if she was down for the lesbian activity.  She agreed quickly but wanted me to go first because this was going to be her first time.  I said what they hey and after we switched places I crawled between her thighs and started sucking on her clit.  She had just grabbed my head to pull it closer when the other roommate, Brian knocked at the door.  We all filed out and Michael told them to clear the bed.

Kate sprawled out on her back and I climbed on the bed from the bottom like I always do when pussy is in front of me.  If you ever want to make a room full of men be quiet bring in a woman and start eating her out.  It was beyond silent in the room and I spread her legs apart and took my first long lick of her pussy.  I was horny as hell at that point and started licking and sucking and fingering her pussy until I heard the whimpering.  It wasn't too much
longer that we were all alone.  They moved quickly to start filling holes that were in reach.  

Getting fucked while eating pussy is one of my favorite pastimes so it was amazing.  When I took the time to open my eyes I looked up to see her taking turns giving head to the dicks around her face.  Then she said the things I love to hear when I'm doing girls, "Let's switch."
We did and all I have to say is if it was truly her first time she's a natural.  Her tongue was longer than mine and a little thicker and licked into my pussy unbelievably.  Whoever had the pleasure of being in my mouth at the time was truly benefiting because I was transferring all that attention my pussy was getting to them.  Michael was still moving around with the video
camera when he climbed into place to fuck my mouth.  When they started cumming again we broke up into little groups.  I ended up on top of Michael riding the hell out of him until Darnell came up behind me and popped into my well lubricated asshole.  

As I was pausing to accommodate him Brian stood above Michael's head so that he was in place to get some head whenever I leaned forward again.  Which I did shortly and had my first experience of being completely stuffed.  To say it was amazing would be the weakest
statement I could make.  It was more than any of us could stand because it started feeling ethereal that we were doing all of this.  Kate and Jeff were fucking like crazy next to us and then came loud as hell.  Which set all of us off in succession.  It was just a symphony of orgasms that lasted for a couple of minutes before we all just got really quiet again. Another bathroom break and a few more pussy licks later it was time for bed.  We eventually all did make it home well past when we left our original location.  But it was such a good night I'm not complaining.  But I guess I should stop playing this game or start bringing my own camera to record the festivities for posterity.  Good old Truth or Dare.

This concludes the September 2000 issue of Zane's Erotica Noir. See you in October.

PEACE AND MUCH LOVE,

Zane