Im no Zane. But did you want more?

....at the conception of pure unfiltered sweetness, I found myself filled at heightened levels of a sugar rush and before I could retrain my body from falling into this abyss, I let my hands guide us along. ..Breathing her into me as I collapsed her backside into both of my cusped hands. Her lips froze the chatter in my teeth as I attempted to ask questionably 'am I moving too fast.' A sudden thrust in her pelvis gave me the answer to my unspeakable question.  My finger tips became investigative along the sway of her backside as our bodies became aggressively inclined to what we were feeling so strongly for one another.  I began to feel the drip of my clocks tower begin to melt down  as I realized---it was about that time..

The thick syrup of her lips gloss started to slide down, and began to fill the dimpled part of her chin. An appetizing moment allowed me to unstrap this lip renegade, as I began soaking up a sinfully tasteful opportunity.

Stretched waves of fruitfully quinching passion led her to lay, navel first, as clothes began to lift, from a gravitational pull. My hand next to her temperature changing skin, I slowly pushed the front of my body along her deeply curved backside.

Reaching down gently, my lips slid across the warm tattooed symbols on the back of her shoulders. I began to feel as though her body was speaking a different language to me. NAM MYOHO RENGE KYO....

It pays to be bilingual.

Quivering, I watched as her body awaken like the uncocooing of a butterfly.

She allowed the inside of her arms to rest faithfully on the cool of my egyption sheets.  I traced the outline of her arms, and soon found our hands locked together, thriving off of one another strength, in order to hold on to this unreleasing moment...

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I have a natural ability when it comes to putting together a lil sumthin' sumthin' in the erotica genre .But its more of a hidden talent. I write about any and everything. Politcal, Social, Sexual, Casual, you name it.

Those who have followed my writings closely over the years, know.

But it is something I would like to eventually put together into a collection of short stories.

I have found over time that people enjoy erotica. Especially, my black women. Sex sells.

But more importantly, so does good writing.

I purchased a book of erotica a year ago and I thought I was in for a treat.  It was money down the drain. And to think---Zane was the editor of those various authors who submitted their individual short stories.

When you would rather read your own writings versus those endorsed by a well known author, maybe its time to look into getting your self out there. Slowly, Im putting myself out there. Im ready to give more avid readers exactly what they want.

-Kg