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IN THIS ISSUE

ANNOUNCEMENTS

101 THINGS NOT TO SAY DURING SEX

ZANE'S EROTICA NOIR: THE ANTHOLOGIES

BLACKGENTLEMEN.COM

FIRST NIGHT  by Zane

ANNOUNCEMENTS

I only have one announcement this month.

PLEASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEEE GO OUT AND VOTE!  The future of African-Americans in this country relies heavily upon the voter turnout today.  I won't lie.  I am not powerful like Billy Graham and my e-zine is not a major newspaper, but I am going to throw my "endorsement" out there anyway.  I am voting for Gore and I would hope everyone on my mailing list is too.  Not because of the Democrat/Republican angle but because of the Person with Common Sense vs. A Racist Dummy Angle.

George Bush is dumb.  Yes, I am saying it.  I have watched the debates.  I have seen the interviews and the thought of him being the next President of the United States is downright scary.  I can't imagine a man who doesn't even know the names of the World leaders sitting in the White House making military decisions.  I can't imagine a man who "claims" he didn't know there was a clause in the contract for the sale of his house excluding minorities as possible buyers having anything to do with the fate of affirmative action.  I can't imagine a man who thought he could actually campaign for President and not have his past catch up to him deciding who and who will not get tax advantages.  I can't imagine a man who can say with a straight face that NOT ONE SINGLE PERSON was executed wrongly in his prisoner slaughtering state of Texas placing up to four justices on the Supreme Court.

I am still relatively young, but it is obvious to me that America is in a much better situation than it was eight years ago when Clinton and Gore took office.  Unemployment is at an all-time low.  Because I am a single parent, I always get a tax refund.  The economy is in good shape.  I have never seen the malls more crowded and I have never known every single person I know in life to have a job, until now.  So what if Clinton let a woman go down on him?  That has absolutely nothing to do with Gore and if you are reading my e-zine, then you shouldn't care about someone's sex life anyway.  I would lie and say, "It doesn't matter who you go out and vote for as long as you go out and vote," but I won't.  I do care who you vote for.  Vote for GORE!

None of this is coming from an email I received or an article I read in the past couple of days urging people to vote for Gore.  This is coming from my heart.  Please don't sit on your ass today assuming that your measly little single vote won't count.  Every vote counts!  So get up out of your chair, drive, walk, run or electric slide your behind down to the booth and cast a vote for Gore.  If not, you will only have yourself to blame when the shit hits the fan.  With George Bush in the White House, African-American might as well start building some banana boats.  We are going to need them.

Peace,

Zane

ZANE'S EROTICA NOIR: THE ANTHOLOGIES

I am seeking submissions from both MALES and FEMALES for an African-American erotica anthology series I will be editing.  Please send your poems and/or stories to me at zane@eroticanoir.com

You can also mail the hard copy (preferred) to:

Zane, c/o Strebor Books International LLC, Post Office Box 10127, Silver Spring, MD 20914.

I am looking for the unusual.  Don't assume I won't publish your work until you hear it from me.  It is time for the African-American sexual revolution.  I said that a long time ago.  Now it amuses me that a lot of the top publishing houses are scrambling to get in on Black Erotica.  Well, my anthologies will be unlike any other.  I am not going to say why because someone might steal my ideas, but it will.  

Like all anthologies, payment will run about $100 per story and $25 per poem.  This is about getting exposure for your writing, not unlike the Features Section on EroticaNoir.com.

BLACK GENTLEMEN.COM

I am looking for men.  All African-American men for a website I am developing that will ultimately be the number one bachelor site on the Internet.  If interested, and if you are really a bachelor, please send an email to me at zane@eroticanoir.com and I will send you an information form to fill out and tell you how to send in your pictures.

I waited at the gate to the Delta Airlines flight that had just landed. Full of nervous energy, I walked over and peered through the large Plexiglas® window, as if I could glimpse pass it and into the windows of the airplane. This was the first time I had ever had a client to fly in to facilitate changes. But then again, this was no ordinary client, and certainly no ordinary situation!

My name is Dexter, and Dex for short. I had been running my small website design business, Designs by Sphinx, since I was a freshman in college. It was a way to pay the bills while I studied biomedical engineering at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. After I graduated, I stayed in the South, landing a rather phat job in Research Triangle Park at a world-renowned pharmaceutical company. The pay was already righteous, but when they found out that I knew HTML and could design web pages, I received a significant increase in salary in order to create and maintain our department’s intranet web page. Even with the job and all its trimmings (traded in my ‘84 Chevrolet for a ‘99 Toyota Celica, moved to the Bainbridge apartment complex), I still wasn’t really feeling North Carolina. Things moved too slow for a city slicker like me. But I stayed on because of my boo, Rashiya. We had been together since our sophomore year, and she was like my best friend. I graduated a year behind her (biomedical engineering ain’t no joke, and I was not trying to kill myself in order to finish in four years), in which time she had secured a job at Bank of America, and then was transferred to one of their branches in Charlotte, NC. After being together for so long, we decided to try a long-distance relationship. It was easier to do that if I remained in-state. And it had been working...so far. The limited time we got to spend together had become even more precious. Yet, on those nights when I just wanted someone to hold, or to talk to, or wanted sex, I was ass out. Sure, there were any number of sistas (and non-sistas) that were ready, willing, and able, but I wasn’t trying to go out like that. I already had a woman that I loved; I accepted no imitations!

So to curb my growing frustrations (it was a hell of an adjustment going from sex on the regular to sex 2-3 times a month), I increased my extracurricular activities. I started lifting weights. I played pickup basketball with some of my frat brothers. I took on more web design work. I figured that if I stayed busy, I wouldn’t think of the pussy I was missing, and likewise wouldn’t be tempted to go out and find some. I was really trying to be loyal to my woman, and shatter the myth that all men are lying, cheating dogs once their women aren’t in the immediate area.

One day, I received an email from this woman named Jessamyn Douglas, who had seen a website I did for one of my frat brothers, who turned out to be a mutual friend. She wanted me to design her website as well. She was an author who had decided to self-publish, and she needed a web site in order to promote her book. Normally, I would have potential clients meet me for drinks or dinner while we discussed what was needed and wanted. It was expensive, but a lot of clients ended up signing with me, so I always got a return on my investment. However, Ms. Douglas lived up in New Jersey, so dinner was a bit out of the question. We ended up having her email her general concept, and we hammered out pricing and other details via phone and email. She had a deep, sultry, cultured voice with a Southern twang that you could hear if you listened hard enough. At first, I thought she was white, but the more we talked, I realized that she was definitely of the colored persuasion. We exchanged necessary materials electronically and via FedEx, when applicable. I emailed her whenever I made an update to the site. This went on for a couple of years, during which her subsequent books blew up, and she called me to ask for significant changes to be made to the site. Being that the changes (and subsequent prices) were of a greater magnitude (like e-commerce), I didn’t feel comfortable handling them over the phone. So I emailed her, and she agreed to come down to NC to meet with me in order to go over her requests.

Which is why I found myself standing in Raleigh-Durham International Airport, waiting on someone I had never seen face-to-face. She had been giving me nice plugs in her books and on her website, so I kinda owed it to her to meet her at the airport. She had also personally steered several new clients my way, and you know that money talks while bullshit runs a marathon. At least I had an idea of what she looked like; when she sent in the initial information to be posted on her site, she had included a black-and-white publicity photo of herself, which I had scanned onto her site. I had brought that photo with me today, in order to make sure I was meeting the right person. I pulled the photo out of my pocket and took another look at it. The photo was a close-up shot of her from the shoulders on up, so you couldn’t tell what type of figure she had, if any. But she was cute, with big brown eyes, shoulder-length permed hair, and a nice smile. The kind of woman I would check out and possibly try to get with, if I were single. But I pushed that thought away, even as I recalled that I had left yet another message on Rashiya’s answering machine. And that I hadn’t heard from her in a few days, almost a week.

Suddenly, the inside doorway opened, and a flight attendant stepped through and propped it open. Almost immediately, a tsunami of travelers flowed out of the walkway from the plane. How was I supposed to see her in this crowd? I would have to rely on my 6’3” height advantage and scope her out. The flood of debarkers slowed to a manageable flow, then to a trickle, and I still hadn’t seen her. My anxiety quotient rose; did she miss her flight? Frantic, I scanned the crowd again. Intent on the crowd, I jumped when I heard this voice from the general direction of my elbow: “Looking for me?”

I looked down into the face of this short, cinnamon-flavored sista. I looked down at the photo, then back at her. The shoulder-length hair had been replaced by dreadlocks, and she couldn’t have been more than 5’5”. But those big brown eyes shimmered with laughter behind the rimless frames of her eyeglasses, and the smile was exactly the same as the one in the picture. “Ms. Douglas?” I inquired.

“Please, Dexter, call me Jess,” she responded as I held out my hand for her to shake. She ignored it and gave me a hug, locking her arms around my waist. Damn, she feels good, I thought before I managed to tamp that thought down. But it was hard to do as I felt her soft breasts pressed against my chest. I pulled away before she could notice the stirring of my dick and took her hanging bag from her. I took her by the elbow and propelled her out of the crowd. “Uh, you can call me Dex. My car is this way,” I said as we made our way toward the baggage claim area.

When we got outside, the North Carolina heat hit us full force. Even though it was already October, temperatures were still in the low- to mid-80s during the day. Jess took off the pink blazer she was wearing to reveal a navy blue short-sleeved shirt. It was that fitted kind that I saw a lot of women wearing. Jess’s accentuated a very nice pair of tits. Got to be a C cup. She was also wearing a pair of Levi’s, the faded denim hugging the curve of her nicely shaped Nubian ass. It was so high, you could set a drink on it. I guided us to the right, where I had managed to secure one of the free parking spaces. I stowed her hanging bag in the trunk, as well as the carry-on bag she handed me. With her belongings secure, I opened the door for her and settled her in the car, then myself. Within minutes, we were pulling out of the airport and getting on I-40 West, back toward Durham.

As we drove, we chatted about inconsequential things. My stomach growled, and I asked her if she wanted to get something to eat. “Oh yes, because I didn’t have anything on the plane but a pack of peanuts. And I had to fight to get that!” We shared a laugh, then she asked if I could drop her by her hotel so that she could check in and freshen up. I pulled off a few exits down and drove to the Sheraton Imperial Hotel, where she registered in record time. We then took the elevator to the 11th floor, where her room was. Sliding the card key into room 1141, we entered and she asked me to make myself at home while she used the bathroom. She grabbed her tote bag and went into the bathroom, while I sat on the full-sized bed and waited. Approximately five minutes later, Jess came out and said, “Okay, I’m ready! We have a lot to do before I leave.”

“Well, I figure that we can go over the general things tonight, then we can do the fine-tuning in the morning.”

Jess frowned and said, “I won’t be here in the morning. I told you that I could only come down here for one day, remember? I have to get ready for my book tour.”

Shit. I didn’t remember, and there was no way that we would get through all of the things I needed to discuss with her. I was silent for a moment, thinking, then said, “Okay. Then we will go over the hands-on stuff tonight, and I’ll email you the other stuff. Actually,” as I looked at my watch, “since we don’t have that much time, it may be better if we have a working dinner, while we go in and edit the site.”

Jess shrugged her petite shoulders. “Fine by me! You’re the boss.”

Minutes later we were headed back up I-40 to my apartment. I have a two-bedroom apartment, and I use one of the bedrooms as an office. When we walked in, Jess looked around and decisively said, “I like it. But you can tell a woman has been here.”

I looked around at my brown leather sofa and matching loveseat and armchair, with black-and-gold throw pillows; the low wood-and-glass coffee table, and coordinating end tables. Other than sports magazines, there was nothing else on the table. My gaze moved swiftly to the entertainment unit, then to the dining area. I was confused. What was she talking about?

Seeing the confusion on my face, she pointed to the plants out on my patio and to the dried plant arrangement on my dining room table. “I’m talking about those. Women are usually the ones to have such accessories in their homes.”

It was my turn to shrug my shoulders. “Well, you’re right. My girlfriend put that dried arrangement there. But I’ve always had the plants.”

“Hmm…and a green thumb to boot! I wonder how many other hidden talents you have,” Jess teased.

“Some of my talents are not-so-hidden…that’s why you hired me,” I shot back at her. Jess looked me up and down with a wicked gleam in her eyes, and said, “Yes, I can see that some of your talents are well-displayed.”

DAMN! I felt my ears heat up, a sure sign that I was embarrassed…or aroused. While I was proud of my athletic 6” frame (and I should be, as much as I work out these days), I wasn’t so sure that I needed Jess to point it out. In an attempt to put this meeting back on the professional tip, I went into the kitchen and pulled out a few take-out menus. “Um, I have menus for Chinese, pizza, Mexican…”

Jess walked up to me in the kitchen and looked at the Chinese food menu in my hands. “I’ll have the barbecue spare ribs, an egg roll, and the shrimp egg foo yung.”

I looked at her in surprise. “Just like that ? Without looking at the menu?” I usually needed to marinate on a menu for a few minutes before deciding, even if it’s somewhere I’ve eaten before.

She gave me a direct stare and said, “I always know what I have a taste for, and what I want. Life is too short for extensive deliberation.”

My ears were on fire. Maybe I needed to check myself for seeing double meanings in everything she said. With that in mind, I went ahead and placed the order over the phone, then led Jess into my home office. I pulled up a chair alongside my computer desk, and I sat myself in front of the computer. I went into Windows Explorer and found her site, and pulled it up. While the graphics and MIDI sound were loading, I discussed with her her goals for this site. She pulled out of her tote bag a sheaf of papers, and she leaned in so that I could see them too. I glanced down at a very detailed explanation of exactly what she wanted on her site and how she wanted it presented. She went through it point by point, as I approached the layout in my mind. We had just gotten down to the logistics of what I could and could not do when there was a knock on the door.

I got up and went to the door to pay for our food, then took it into the dining room. While Jess went to wash her hands, I checked my answering machine. Nothing. Then I placed a quick call to Rashiya. Ended up leaving a message; the third one in as many days. I refused to think anything of it, as we had agreed to be monogamous. I had recently called her a few times in the evening, only to talk to her answering machine. But I knew that sometimes she had to entertain clients and out-of-town company bigwigs, in addition to occasionally traveling to other bank branches across the country. So I wasn’t tripping. Really.

Jess came out and we sat down. After saying a quick grace, we tore into our food, as both of us were pretty hungry. Not much was said during the meal; you know how black folks get when they’re grubbing back. I couldn’t help but notice the seductive way Jess was sucking and licking the rib bones, or the way she caught an errant drop of foo yung gravy on her finger and sucked it off. And she would be looking dead at me when she did it. I bet she could suck some serious dick, I thought, then immediately pushed that thought out of my head. I dug into my shrimp fried rice as if my life depended on it. When I finally cleaned my plate, I looked up to find Jess looking at me with a slight smirk on her face. But she didn’t’ say a word, other than, “Thanks a lot for dinner. Since we don’t have much time, I’m ready to get started whenever you are.”

With that, she helped me clear the table and we returned back to the office. As we sat back down in front of the computer, I explained to her the details involved in setting up an e-commerce site, and also in the additional text and designs she wanted added to the site. I also hit her with how much this was gonna cost her, based on my current rate. She frowned a bit at the price, but accepted my terms. “If you say that’s how much it’ll cost…I trust you,” she sighed. That “I trust you” made me squirm a bit. If she knew some of the thoughts going through my mind, she wouldn’t trust me as far as she could throw me!

We then discussed my duties as a webmaster, which was one of the things she wanted to add to her site. I explained to her that she could keep me on, at an additional fee, of course, to maintain her website, or she could do the minimal stuff herself, and just contact me when major complications arise. There hadn’t been any major problems with her site in the entire two years I’ve been running her site, and she seemed intelligent enough to handle the small stuff.  It would save her a bit of change, that’s for sure. She thought about it, then said, “Well, if I can do some of the maintenance myself, that would be great! Show me how,” she ordered. We switched chairs, and I pulled mine up closer to hers in order to guide her through fixing minor errors. I pulled up a log of a couple of things that came in earlier today, and I went into the HTML programming page. Sitting near her, I could catch the subtle yet heady scent of her perfume. Egyptian Musk, as I flashed on the bottle of the popular oil that was currently sitting on my dresser. Up close, I noticed that she had tiny ears, with double piercings. She was rocking diamonds and pearls in both holes. If I looked closely enough, I could see the faint outline of her pulse in the side of her neck. A perfect spot for a kiss.

Jess sat at the computer with her fingers on the keyboard, awaiting her lesson. I leaned close to her ear and said, “Okay…to change the font, you need to change the tag line. Type in this: lesser sign - H REF- greater sign…”

My breath on her ear made her jump, then squirm. But she didn’t pull away. I noticed that the pulse in the side of her neck sped up. “Wha…what did you say? You went too fast, “ she said with a slight quiver in her voice.

I repeated myself, my voice deepened with the knowledge of what I was about to do. Did I love Rashiya? Hell yes. Was she here? Hell no. “Lesser sign…” I gave into temptation and flicked my tongue on her earlobe. “…H REF…” I started to suck gently on her earlobe. “…greater sign.”

She swallowed deeply as she typed, slowly, the letters and characters that I had dictated. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that her hands were shaking. “Ummm….okay….what’s next?”

I traced my tongue along the outer perimeter of her ear, then traced it down to the side of her neck. I lightly began to suck at the pulse point, and she sucked her breath in. Jess’s hands were still on the keyboard, but she leaned her head back against the chair to grant me greater access to the side of her neck. From the way she was breathing, I figured it was safe to say that I was hitting her hot spot. I muttered against the side of her neck, “Front slash HTTP….”

“Hmmm?” She said absentmindedly. Her eyes were closed, enjoying the raindance my tongue was doing on her neck. “Oh yeah…right…,” she said as she forced her eyes open and languidly typed my latest instructions. I went back up to her earlobe, feeling her body squirm as I locked down on her lobe again. She let out a hiss, then got up from the computer and straddled me in my chair. She removed her glasses and bent down to trace my lips with her hot tongue. As she gently inserted her tongue into my mouth, she started to grind on my extremely hard dick.

When I felt her tongue in my mouth, I lost all control. We exchanged tongues as I ran my hand up and down her back and over her ass. I grabbed her hips as she started to grind against me harder, then I removed her shirt from the waistband of her jeans. I slid it over her head and bent down to suck her already erect nipples through the pink satin of her bra. She moaned and grabbed the back of my head, pressing me against her generous breasts. I made circles around the nipple with my tongue, alternating it with first gentle sucks, then harder tugs. With each tug, she moaned louder. I removed the bra and tossed it on the floor, and locked down on her naked cocoa-tipped nipples. Erect, they were at least ¼” long, and I enjoyed every millimeter of them! I pushed her breasts together and rapidly alternated sucks and nips on each nipple. It was all I could do to keep her on my lap, she was responding in a big way! My dick was about to burst through my boxer briefs, and she finally pushed my head away and climbed off my lap.

She bent over and unbuttoned my shirt, placing kisses on the gradually exposed skin. She then returned the favor of licking and sucking on my nipples, then trailed her tongue down to my navel. While she licked it with catlike nips, she undid my pants and slid her cool hands into the waistband of my briefs. I swear I almost busted a nut right there, and perhaps she knew, because she grabbed my balls gently to calm me down. She pulled out my dick and said, “Mmmm…now that’s what I’m talking about!” She got down on her knees and teased the head of my dick with her wicked tongue, licking up the drops of pre-cum that had formed I spread my thighs as wide as I could, to give her better access, and made a mental note to myself to get some chairs without arms! She shifted her tongue to the large vein running along the length of my dick and played with it. I was grabbing the arms of the chair, trying not to beg her to suck my balls through the hole in my dick, when she suddenly took my dick all the way into her throat. I could feel her nose buried in my pubic hair.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head when she started humming, almost purring. The vibration of her vocal cords against my dick, combined with her sucking, almost pushed me over the edge. I wasn’t Dexter St. Jacques or anything, but I did know that I was blessed with a significant-sized dick. Other women hadn’t been able to fit me all the way in their mouths…including Rashiya. But Jess had no such problems. Yes, Jess had skills to pay the muthafuckin’ bills…and I was about to run up a hellified tab. I grabbed a handful of dreadlocks and started bucking my hips toward her head, wanting more friction. Jess complied, easing me out of her mouth a bit, then pumped the shaft of my dick with her hand as she did this flicky thing with her tongue against the head of my dick. That did it; I growled as I shot a load of cum into her mouth, hanging on to her dreads like a life preserver. Jess swallowed every drop, then licked my dick clean.

She got up and went into the bathroom and returned with a soapy washcloth, then washed my dick down. She then wiggled out of her jeans, revealing a flat stomach and pink satin panties. I pulled her toward me so that I could kiss her belly, and ran my hands across her ass cheeks. Nothin’ but thong-th-thong-thong-thong! She again placed her hands on the back of my head as I traced my finger along the crack of her healthy ass, then slid it beneath the thong.  The underside of the thong was soaked as I inserted my finger into her wet pussy. I removed my finger and licked off her pussy juice. Mmm mmm GOOD! She moaned when I reinserted two fingers and slowly finger-fucked her as I once again breast fed. She was working her hips like she was in a rap video, and moved them faster when I started rubbing my thumb against her clit. Oh God, Dex…oh shit….Oh God,” she moaned as she moved closer and closer to an orgasm. But I stopped, because I wasn’t ready for her to cum yet. Oh no…she was going to pay the price for helping me sell my soul to the devil.

I grabbed the waistband of her thong in my teeth and pulled it down to her thighs, my nose inhaling her musky scent. I finished removing it with my hands then nuzzled her curly thicket of pubic hair. It was so soft and curly, it was like she had thrown some Dark and Lovely up in there for a minute. I moved on down and let my tongue do a search-and-rescue for her clit. Once I found it, I kissed around it, then dragged my tongue through her slit and back up to her clit. Jess spread her legs like she was about to do a Russian split. I then started to suck her clit slowly, and resumed the finger fuck. “Ah shit yeah, Dex! Eat that shit,” Jess yelled as I sucked her clit harder. I, too, ended up on my knees, burrowing like a mole, trying to get all up in that pussy proper. Jess started to pinch and rub her nipples, and pretty soon she came in a torrent that glazed my face “Ahhhhh!!!!” she screamed as she shuddered and shook. Her legs buckled, and I sat on the floor and pulled her on top of my rehardened dick. I flipped her on her back and threw her long legs over my shoulders. Yes, yes, y’all! It was on like a pot of neckbones then!

I put on my game face and buried my dick into her pussy. The rhythmic sounds of my balls slapping against the outside of her pussy turned me on even more, and I fucked her harder. Jess grabbed the shag carpet and pulled some fibers out, screaming “That’s right Dex…fuck me harder!” She matched me stroke for stroke, then I was like to hell with this! and flipped her onto her stomach. I reburied my dick in her pussy and fucked her like a Doberman Pinscher. Jess worked her way up to all fours and tried to throw the pussy back at me. Whaaatttt!! That shit was crazy exciting, but she was making me lose my rhythm, so I had to calm her ass down. I licked my middle finger and placed it in her ass. She froze, and when I started slowly pumping my finger in and out of her asshole while still pumping my dick in her pussy, she started a low moan that got even louder than the first time. I certainly hope none of my neighbors were home! Finally, I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I pulled my dick out and came all over her back. We both collapsed facedown onto the carpeted floor, drained and exhausted.

Jess never did make that flight the next morning, because I kept her up all night. When she left, however, we had decided not to speak anymore of what had happened during that business. We never saw each other in person again, although I did give her a discount on her current charges. The website has received a lot of hits in response to the e-commerce addition. As for me and Rashiya…we’re still together, and contemplating marriage. Hey, I’m like Bill Clinton: don’t ask, don’t tell, and don’t pursue. Peace.