Sexprov, eshort story excerpt

I’ve always thought they needed rehab meetings for freaks like me. I probably wouldn’t go, but if I did, I’m sure my introduction would be along the lines of, ‘Hello, I’m Malaya and I am addicted to all-things kinky.’ It may seem funny to some, but I’m so serious. When it comes to kinky shit, I’ve always been a risk-taking kind of bitch. Maybe it’s some nagging curiosity to experiment. Ooohhh, what does that feel like? Or chalk it up to some kind of unquenchable sexual appetite. Now, I’m not always a giver, but I’m damn sure open to receive. Threesomes, toys, bondage: been there, done that. Once, I even had a guy lavishly indulge in some sort of fetish with my ass. No joke. He actually had me squat over his face and spread my ass cheeks so wide I thought they would split apart. He then proceeded to use his tongue to caress the crack of my ass until I was moaning and bouncing against the steady rhythm of his licks. Then, when I felt my juices beginning to trickle, he stiffened his tongue and used it to fuck my asshole until it was saturated with saliva. So much attention had me good and relaxed, because I even passed a little gas, and he buried his face between my cheeks, moaning and inhaling the aroma like he’d just gotten a delicious whiff of fresh bread at a bakery. It should be obvious that I’m one-of-a-kind. So imagine my surprise when I went to a strip club a few years ago and lo-and-behold, meet Denise, or Neecy. This...

Pleasure

His eyes ate first, taking in the steaming dishes like air. Chicken, ham, turkey, pasta, rolls, greens, cakes, pies, food, food, food. He’d missed it like a foreign lover and she’d now returned, beckoning him with a coy smile and a lazy finger. A bit of dribble slithered from his parted lips and fell to stain the linen tablecloth. His trembling hand slid her closer and he closed his eyes to inhale. The sexy fragrance caressed His face like a silky wine. He could still remember the taste. When a tear trailed down his flushed cheek, His lover’s scent wiped it away and urged him to...

Virgin

I never knew my first time would be a waste of time but I’ll always remember thinking I had better things to do and why did I care if he was pouring his little heart in it because there weren’t any fireworks or even a spark which was probably why I wished I could turn back time and replace my nod with a shake and maybe an eye roll then I could be downstairs doing homework instead of in his bed lying to my friends and counting the seconds until he gets off of me so I can get on with my life minus the weight on my heart telling me that since my first time was a waste of time I probably should’ve...