Saturday, March 26, 2016

(Erotic Short Story) A Night To Remember


This short story was initially inspired by Akinyele's song Put It In My Mouth, but it actually has nothing to do with the song. Before you continue, I have a book 'Woman Manifested: A Poetic Tale' on Amazon now available to read. Show support and purchase it. 

Warning: Explicit Content. 
A Night To Remember 
© 2016


“I’m right around the corner. Answer the door with nothing on.”

Darnell shut the front door, leaned against it, and ordered Carrie to drop down on her knees in front of him. The space was small, but she did exactly as told.


Her eyebrows were on fleek, her new contact lenses left her brown eyes bright and shiny, and her naked skin glistened. The only thing she wore was a long curly wig similar to Beyonce’s hair in the Freakum Dress video. With men before she had struggled to get this fantasy correct, but she was determined to make tonight a night he would never forget.

“Let’s not waste any time,” she whispered out of nervousness.

Carrie pulled his pants down some. He wasn’t wearing a belt. She then pulled his boxers down and admired his dick. It was long, thick, and hard. Her pussy ached for it, but she already knew he wanted head first. Niggas were becoming so predictable.

“Help me make you feel good.”

With both hands she started sucking while using her tongue and hands to make it more pleasurable. The process felt like forever. She licked, and sucked, and moved her hands around the part her mouth couldn’t reach as much as she could. He moaned and she could hear him say her name. He wasn’t really giving any real instructions so she went in for the kill. She did a move she had only done once before. She licked on his balls.

“Carrie, what are you trying to do to me?” Darnell said.

“Make you fall in love.”

She stopped to give her mouth a break. That statement was a make or break for moments like this. Some men would run off at the word love, but he said something else.

“I want to get you on your stomach and make you scream from pleasure.” Darnell licked his lips and she practically melted back down to the floor as she was standing up.

“Living room or bedroom?” He asked.

“The bedroom,” Carried said as she led the way.

No man had been in her bedroom since her ex two years ago. He was supposed to be her one true love; the man she would spend the rest of her life with. She had opened up to him in every way she could. He had received expensive gifts that she could barely afford, dates he didn’t have to pay for, and a key to her house. It all ended when Carrie found out he was cheating on her with a woman that was supposed to be a good friend of hers. That woman had just broken up with her man, confided in Carrie, but found comfort in the man she was supposed to spend the rest of her life with. Since then she had struggled to open up to men and although she explained why to them, none seemed to care; except for this new guy.

They had an understanding about their relationship.  They had started out as friends first, opening up about every part of their life. She understood that he had a girlfriend when they first met and he understood that her heart was guarded from past hurt.

The longer they stayed friends the more she started to develop feelings for him. He was sexy. From his chocolate skin and his sexy lips to his six feet stature, her hormones went crazy at the thought of him. Carrie couldn’t hide her jealousy when he threw up pictures of his girlfriend on social media. She didn’t want to go into details when he asked either, because it wasn’t her right.

“Darnell, wait!” she said as he headed for the bed. “Take all your clothes off first.”

While he undressed she pushed the pillows onto the floor. The baby blue comforter was already messed up from her previous night of sleeping under it. Her cellphone was nearby. Carrie went to the iTunes on her cellphone and set it to a sex playlist. Blue Light’s Sex is On My Mind was the first song to start playing.

She looked back up at Darnell. He was completely naked standing on the side of her bed in front of the mirror staring at her. It gave her a front and back view. He was even sexier without any clothes on. Her phone was still in her hand. She took a picture before he eased his way onto the bed and on top of her.


“I’m falling,” he said and then they made passionate love.

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