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“I bet the nigga you tried to invite to come here with you tonight bailed on you”

…. “Um, no?”

(laughs) “But it’s cool, cause I know you rather it be me anyways”

At this point I’m speechless, one because everything he is saying is right. Two, I couldn’t come up with any smart ass come-backs like I usually would. So I kept my mouth shut and pointed to the fridge.

Stuttering, I asked him to let me see what he had in his bag.”Naw, you gotta wait for all that, It needs to go in the fridge anyway”

Before he started to take the things out of the bag, he looked at me with a simple smirk on his face and said: “Oh, uh-uh babygirl, You can’t watch me put it in here.”

I rolled my eyes, and turned my back to him so he could put his “things” in the fridge. “Are you done yet?” I asked, I suddenly felt his hand touch my shoulder, he turned me back around to face him, now empty handed.

“You’re up to no good Duke”

He start digging in the back of his pocket, and pulled out a red blind fold. It read “tonight is your night” and it had little diamond shaped rhinestones around them, I laughed.

“Are you serious, right now?”

“Serious as a muh-fuckin’ heart attack, now put ‘em on”

Smiling, I shook my head, and took the blind fold from his hand. “If you insist.”


TO BE CONTINUED…….

“Head Game”

Just laying down in the bed watching T.V. This exact time last night, he was telling me how I need to start taking the intuitive and giving him head without him asking me to do so. It had been on my mind heavy all last night, and while at work the next day. I kept thinking about it. Just that instant…

“Cut the fucking T.V. off T.J.”

He paused, and looked at me like I was crazy. I wasn’t about to wait around, so I grabbed the remote from beside him and cut it off myself.

“what’s up with you”?

I told him not to ask me any questions and to take his boxers off and lay down on the bed. It didn’t take him long to do that. He tossed ‘em on the floor, I proped two pillows up onto one another behind where his head was going to rest. Not the average size pillows, they sat pretty high, but I wanted them to be that way so he was reclind enough for me to see his face and for him to be able to see mine as well. I pushed him down onto the pillows. I started at the very tip of his ear lope, I kissed, and licked and gently bit his ear until I reached his neck. He’s starting to breathe different, which was a good sign. I’m sucking and biting on his neck, making my way to his chest where he’s hands were resting. I slung them both to the side and told him to keep them there. Swaying my tongue from side to side down his stomach in a snake like motion. Once I reached the trunk of his dick. I made eye contact with him. His eyes low as hell, breathing still irregular I continued on.

Now with my lips meeting the tip of his dick. I made sure to lick off all the precum that seeped from it. I began to kiss his dick going back down again. With every kiss his dick jumped. I paused, then I went futher down to softly suck and lick on his balls going from one to the other and then putting them both in my mouth.

I could hear his toes cracking from where they curled to every lick, & suck I made. I then licked my way back to the tip of his dick. I kept a steady pace and went up and down until his dick hardened to my liking. Once his dick was at a stand still, I gently placed my mouth with my lips tucked in tight on top of his dick and continued going up and down barley opening my mouth enough to even breathe. My moistened mouth left his entire dick wet enough for be to now use one of my hands.

I used my right hand to stroke the trunk of his dick while I kept my mouth focused on the tip going in circular motions counter clockwise. His stomach muscles were spasing, he shook, and his toes kept curling. He couldn’t keep his hands for nothing. One minute he had them on his face, moaning and swearing. Next they were pulling on my hair or gripping the sheets. He said every curse word you could think of. I made sure when he would open his eyes to give him eye contact. When he asked the same question he had been asking me over and over “You gon’ make me cum baby”? In the sexiest moan I let out a long “mmmmhmm”. I didn’t dare take my mouth off his dick. When he started to become speechless and began to pant.

I took my left hand & gently fondled his balls one at a time repeatedly. His eyed rolled back, his head flew Backwards. Trying to speak he could barely utter the words “I’m about to cum” I could tell from the response his body was giving me he was almost there.

He found it in him to speak up, now with a high pitched, hoarse tone to his voice. Only loud enough for me to hear, he asked: “where you want it”? I slowly let go of his balls, swirled my tongue ring firmly around his shaft one more time, still holding onto his dick in my right hand. I told him:

“I want to swallow it”

He let out a loud sex cry, he was shaking something serious. I had to hold his stomach down and continue to hold his dick while he released in my mouth. I swallowed every dropped and once it was all gone. I licked my fingers and told him “It taste so good” Mentally and physically fucked up at this point, his head rolled off the pillows onto the bed as if he had passed out. Ten seconds later, He was sleep. I cut the light out, and went to bed with a big smile on my face.

Good night freaks ;)

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“Infatuation”

Virginia avenue is where It’s at tonight. Me and my girls are going out to The Irish Pub, a popular club on the stirp. I heard a “special” DJ was going to be there. The DJ happned to be someone I met a few months ago. We met through mututal friends at a club one night while he was DJ’ing. So, nothing serious. Just “hey, how you doing”? for the most part. I would be lying If I didn’t say I wasn’t feeling him. He was real tall, bald headed, nice physique, nice chocolate complexion. Due to a couple of conversations we had. I knew the feeling was mutual, he told me so hiself one day via text. We both have really busy schedules though. so as far as us going out to get a bite to eat or just hanging out at one anothers place. We never got the chance to do so.

8:30 sharp, while It doesn’t take me as long as the average female to get ready. Im sitting on the couch, smelling good, looking good. I had on a black tight fitted dress and some nude red bottoms heels. I had my hair down my back with big bouncy pin-curls all over. I did a smokey eye make-up look, dramatic yet very sexy. I started to get anxious, Waiting on my slow ass girlfriends to come on so we can get going.

 Finally in the car. It’s me and four of my co-workers. We all worked in a small doctors office in Union City together. There’s Nina, Leslie, Bey and Drea. Nina was the freak of us all if I must say so myself. She never bit her tongue for noone. She was street smart, classy yet didn’t play when it came to her family and close friends. For lack of better words, a little “hood” at times. (laughs) Someone you can talk to about any and everything. Leslie was actually a long time friend of mine from high school, she was a cool laid back chick from Atlanta. But, you had to watch what was said around Leslie, she’s “the talker”. Bey was new to the group. She was just recently hired about a month ago or so. A real quiet girl, she was cool as hell though, down for whatever. If you wanted to talk, you wouldn’t get much out of her. Last but certainly not least. Drea, “the fashionista” always knew what to wear, what new heels were coming out, what hairstyles were hot, our personal stylist most of the time. They were the ones who introduced Mack (the DJ) and I to one another. Finally, after what seemed like forever. The girls were ready to go. Once in the car, about half way there.

Nina: ” So, is your boy toy going to meet up with us tonight?”

My other co-workers started to laugh at the innocent look I gave her. I just smiled and playfully rolled my eyes, with no response. Acting like I wasn’t excited I was going to see him again. But, I had really bad butterflies, and felt like I lost my breath when she brought him up. The way he made me feel was unexplainable, but I liked it and It made me more attracted to him.

Leslie: “ooh, I take that as a yes miss thang”
Me: “well, he’s not meeting up with us per say, but he is going to be the D.J. tonight”
Nina: “That’s what’s up, maybe you can give him a lil
sum’n sum’n behind the booth”

We all just bust out laughing at her crazy ass. Shit, while she was playing. That doesn’t sound bad at all. By this time It’s a quarter til 9. We made a few stops to kill time. I wanted to get a little one on one time before 10:00 rolled around. Which is when they “start the music” at the club. So, Im rushing them telling them to hurry up. Because once he’s in the booth, he’s not coming out and I doubt I’d be able to get his undivided attention then.

Leslie: “Damn girl, we gone make it in time boo-boo he not going nowhere”
Me: (laughs) “shut up dammnit, and let’s go”

We made one last stop at a gas station. They were buying condoms, candy and all kind of crazy ass uncalled for mess. So I walked out of the store and just sat in the car. My purse started to vibrate soon as I got back into the car. Im thinking this was going to be someone with the wrong number or as always somebody I wasn’t trying to talk to at the moment. I pulled my phone out and It was him calling me. I answered the phone as calm as possible.

Mack: “what’s going on, how you been”?
Me: “I’ve been pretty good, can’t complain. What about yourself”?

We carried on with our little convo, not talking ‘bout much. Just catching up. He had no idea I was going to the club, going out period. I made it seem like I was at home painting my nails or something to that effect.

Mack: “It was good talking to you, I have to DJ tonight so I’ll talk to you later”

We got off the phone just in time. My girlfriends started to approach the car just as I put my phone back in my purse. I was smilling from ear to ear and of course they knew what was up.

Drea: “We know what that smile means”
ME: “what, I can’t be happy to be going out”?
Leslie” “mhmm, I saw you on your phone”
Me: “damn nosy, can I have my conversation back”?

We all just start laughing again. Finally pulling off, my palms became sweaty, I started to feel nervous. “Damn I need a drink” I thought to myself. - I intially told myself before we left, no drinking. But, I had to shake this feeling I had. I know it was only alot of excitement built up in me. For one, showing up without notice. Two, seeing him again. This would be like our third or fourth time actually seeing one another in person. Every time I was around him it was just so much fun, lots of laughter, words of encouragement and plenty of flirting. But that’s as far as It has ever gone. I’d do anything to see what It would be like for him to touch me, or to kiss me.

We pulled up to the club, early as ever. It wasn’t but a handful of cars in the parking area. just as we all began to step out of the car.

“what’s up ladies”?

That sounds like…My heart sunk, I turned around slowly. There he was. He greeted us all with a hug and I got a kiss on the forehead.

Co-workers “ohhh”
Nina: “Ya’ll need to get a room”

Not paying them any attention. Me and Mack walked towards the club together. He opened the door for me, and showered me with compliments as we walked in. Right when we were about to part ways.

Mack: “Aye pretty lady, can I invite you to chill in the booth with me tonight”?

In my head I replied “hell yea” (laughs) But, I kept it cool, gave him a cute little nod and followed him to the booth where he was going to set up. I can hear my loud ass co-workers making mating calls and sexual comments as they walked by the booth. We both just looked at each other shook our heads and laughed. There was a stool not too far from where he was setting up right behind him.

Mack: “Have a seat, relax and let me know what I can play for you tonight”

 I winked at him and took a seat on the stool. If I was going to drink, now was the time to get ‘em in. I told him I was coming right back and asked if he wanted anything. He wasn’t a drinker so of course I wasn’t expecting him to suggest an alcoholic beverage. He declined and said he’d be alright “maybe later” he replied. As Im walking to the bar, my co-workers ran up on me asking 100 questions. Now, that the music was playing I could tolerate their loud asses talking because now noone but myself could make out what was being said. I guess they thought we were in the booth doing something. I let them know, they had nothing to worry about. But, they all had the yeah right look on their faces. I got my drinks, told them to behave and If they needed me they knew where to find me.

Nina: “see you later girl, don’t trip and fall on his dick up there”

I shot her the bird turned around and winked to let her know I was playing. Approaching the booth I noticed he wasn’t there anymore, or atleast I didn’t see him. There was a door in the booth, So I was assuming that’s where he disappeared to. I knocked, but didn’t get a response. I didn’t want to just walk in there unsure of who or what was behind the door. So, I took a seat back on the stool chugged one of my drinks down, followed by three shots. I had a feeling something was going to go down, and I needed these drinks to put me in the zone. A good 30 seconds later, he walked out of the door. Seeing how I’m not a drinker already a lil’ tipsy, seeing him instantly pop up from behind the door made me jump and stagger off the stool a bit. He signaled for me to come in there with him. He didn’t come all the way out, so now I’m looking like what the hell is he up to. Behind the door, was a red room. It was almost like a V.I.P. strip club lounge area.

Nobody was in this room but us. I watched him walk behind me and lock the door. The music he had on outside of the door was playing in this room also. The bass from the speakers was so loud it looked almost like waves were hitting the mirrors. I watched him walk towards a chair, It was something like a loveseat. He sat down pointed in front of him where there was two poles and a mirror. I froze up, He started to smile, and then said. “you said you like to dance huh, show me” One of my favorite slow songs came on. usually shy in such situations, dancing for someone that is. To my suprise I found myself, grinding, spinning and role playing for him on the mini stage where the poles sat.

As he’s watching me, I see him biting his lip, his eyes became really low. He started to rub on his now noticable hardened dick through his pants. Seeing that started to turn me on, I slowly walked his way. Luckily, what I had on was perfect for this moment. My dress was now hiked up almost meeting my belly ring, and I slowly began to remove my heels. He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the seat beside us. Once I was right in front on him. I gave him a strip tease. I turned my back and pointed to my zipper, indicating to him I wanted it to be pulled down. With the zipper half way down my back. I gently slapped his hand from the zipper. Turned back around facing him. I danced a little more, slowly swaying my hips side to side. I walked in between his legs and danced in a snake like motion all the way down until my knees hit the floor. My face met his throbbing dick, while fondling it with my mouth through his pants. I unzipped my dress the rest of the way and took it off, slinging it across the chair where his shirt rested. Just from me playing around with him with his pants on, I could tell he was enjoying it. He started to breath heavily and grind on lips. I decided it was enough of the teasing. I came back up on my feet, he stood up as well. He told me to slip my panties to the side and to sit down. Once seated……

I woke up to my co-workers screaming my name.

Nina: “girl, wake yo tired ass up”!
Drea: “you can’t hang forreal forreal”!

Im still trying to recover from what I thought really just happened. It felt so real, my pussy was throbbing. I felt like I just had my pussy ate. But, damn I wish that was real. Apparently they took a little too long getting ready. It’s damn near 11:00 now. This time we really left to go to the club. Once we got there, It was packed! I danced all night, he was a really good DJ. I didn’t see one person sitting down. Even the bartenders danced all night. We got to speak for a quick second in between a few songs, nothing special came from it. Once it hit 4:00 a.m., the lights came on and everyone began to leave the club. I was going to try and get a hold of him to say bye before we left. But getting out of the club was like leaving a concert, hectic. So I just texted him and told him thanks for such a great night and I looked forward to seeing him again soon.

He replied back, and asked me to go out with him the next day. Of course I said yes. I also told him about the dream I had. His response was, “we gotta make that happen”

To the person reading this, Thank You. To anyone who supports my stories. I LOVE you. I found myself infatuated with someone, and was unable to understand WHY or HOW that feeling came about. Which became the inspiration for this story. I hope you all enjoyed it. XXXO!

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“The Diary of a Bi-curious girl”

While being with a woman was no new experience for me. Sexually, this would be my first time ever being involved with a woman in a way I had never before. As a woman, I know I can speak for all other women when I say. We all get a little curious about what it would be like to have sex with a woman at some point in our life, young or old. “The bisexual” phase, the same one my mom convinced me would go away once I “got some dick” But, here I’am still attracted to women. BUt, at the same time. long-term I can only see myself with a man.

To be more detailed as to why. The juices of a woman, I know how wet I can get, and how much of a mess I make (wink wink) So to picture my face in such situation (laughs) It makes me hesitant. Don’t get me wrong. I love giving head and pleasing someone.There’s just a big difference between oral sex with a man and oral sex with a woman. I worry about the taste, the smell. Will it make me sick? Will I like the taste? Just keeping it real.

Let me catch everyone up real quick. Back in high school. This was 2006’ish. I moved to Atlanta, alot different from West Virginia. The way people dressed, the way they talk (of course) and the most intriguing. The lesbians. At a young age you know what “gay” is and what is means to some extent. Now, coming to Atlanta, you get the total definition and some. To get on to where I was going. Pretty much, I found myself becoming more and more interested in women. Not that I wasn’t attracted to them back home. But, there aren’t too many gay girls out in the open about their sexuality. I mean a couple, It’s like a secret almost though. Because you won’t know unless you ask or otherwise if they tell you. So, IF there was a girl I liked, I kept it to myself. They would look at me like I murdered somebody if I even joked about something like that.

Going to school down here, I became comfortable because of the number of lesbians, bisexuals, bicurious women that went to my school. You have the studs, the “stems” and the femmes. Hell, Im attracted to all. AS far as when it came down to a vote though, I would most definitely go with the “girly girls”. STuds look, dress and act like a guy. If I wanted a man I would just be with a man. So that’s why I’m not too fond of a stud. A “stem” at some point they cross back over into a stud on the days they aren’t dressed like a femme. So I pass on them too for that reason.

Now that you all have some insight on why and when the attraction started. I want to tell you my story. A couple years back. I was invited to a super bowl party. It was me and one of my bestfriends and a girl I used to go to school with, she came along. We were starting to become close friends because she hung out with my bestfriend as well. We all make “gay” jokes. “your ass looks big” “damn you look good” smacking each other on the ass, kissing. All of that right? I would be lying if I said I didn’t like it. But, It’s just for fun, well for me It was. I’ve always been able to flirt with girls and not have any strings attached afterwards. I will say some girls would be on my mind more than others. Even then, It just wasn’t anything that serious to me. At the end of the day, I know I’m attracted to women, but it doesn’t mean I want to be with one.

Back to the party, a few hours before we started to get ready, hair, make-up, you know the routine. I got a phone call from Leah, the girl I went to school with that was coming along with us that night.

Leah: “I haven’t seen you in so long, there’s a park up the road from my house. Come over”
ME: “Ok, just text me your address and I’ll be on the way”
LEah: “okay sexy”
Me: (laughs) “bye babe”

Smiling all hard, I head for the door and get in my car, sat and waited until the text came through. While waiting, I start having flashbacks of sitting in class and damn near drooling on my desk looking at her. We barely talked in high school, but I damn sure noticed her. She was always real cool, sweet, down to earth. Still was til’ this day. She was shaped exactly like buffy the body. Ass just like her, small stomach, nice hips.

Even though we had just start getting cool outside of high school that is. We’ve exchanged some nude pictures of one another. Then, I started to think about that too. How she would out of the blue text me saying “send me a picture of your pussy” or “I can’t wait to taste you”. The more I started to think about it, the more I figured how serious SHE was. Me, It was just playing around with one another. In my head she’s attractive yeah, I like the pictures she sends me the things she says. BUt, I’m still not feeling her like that. Im just having fun. Once the text finally came through. she told me she wanted me to just come straight to her house instead. So, of course I did just that.

Walking into her house, It’s quiet. She was living with a family member at the time due to losing her job about a month or so ago. That particular family member had two kids. Nobody was there.

Leah: “girl I didn’t feel like going up there it’s too hot outside”
ME: “It’s not that damn hot outside, you tryna do something”?

Not thinking, I let all that slip out of my mouth, only as a joke. Obviously to her, she took it as a r.s.v.p. by mouth in response to a previous invite for some sex. At this point, I was down for whatever happened. I knew in my head I wasn’t going to catch feelings or want to be with her after this so I was ready. Plus, I wanted all my questions to be answered that I asked myself earlier. About the taste, the smell that whole deal. I was sitting in what was a computer chair and she was sitting indian style on the edge of the bed just across from me.

Leah: “come here”

I walked towards her, she came from out of indian style and opened her legs. She’s biting her lips, giggling. I was turned on at this point. Any worries or bad thoughts I had on sex with a woman at this point were gone. I was in the zone with her. Once I made it between her legs, I grabbed her thighs aggressively and began to caress them. She let out a soft moan, as to let me know she liked it. She pulled me in closer to her, we started to tongue kiss. Sucking and biting on each others lips. I start to feel her hands make their way to my breast. She squeezed them, and went into my bra and played with my nipples. Using her fingertips only and going in a circular motion, really slow. Which sent chills down my spine. She even managed to undo my bra under my shirt. To make the siatution a less tangled one. I told her to stop, I then took my shirt and my bra off. I wasn’t going to be the only one shirtless, so I took off her top and bra also. I pushed her down onto the bed and told her to scoot up more towards the headboard. We continued to kiss.

All of this touching and kissing has my pussy throbbing. So now we’re grinding with our pants on, I can feel my pelvic bone hitting hers so I know we’re grinding hard.

ME: “fuck this, take your pants off”

You’d think I had done this plenty of times. I’m suprised at myself at this point, and confident that I will cotinue to lead and I’ll be the one to finish. We’re both taking our pants off, she didn’t have on any panties, “she was ready for this to happen”, I thought to myself. Before I could even begin to take my panties off. She pushed me as hard as she could on the bed. Slid them to the side. She spread my now wet pussy lips apart. Im now Moaning, and swearing. I liked how she used her fingers too. I started to feel like I was about to cum already. Im grinding in circles on her tongue that was stiff inside of me and that twirled up and down my clit. I couldn’t stop it, I was scared to cum because I knew I was going to squirt. Not so sure If she had ever been with someone who has done so while she was eating them out. As the urge got closer and closer. I told her to move, I kept on saying it, over and over. She rejected to do so.

I started to squirt, to my suprise Leah liked it. She even pulled her head back to watch, and every time my pussy would contract she would follow with a soft moan. Leah swallowed every last drop of my juices. Once my body was no longer shaking and I was able to move. I leaned up, pushed her body under mine, and started to return the favor. I flicked my tongue up and down her pussy, I noticed how wet she would get every time I did that. I would switch it up and go to her clit, rubbing it with my tongue or taking my thumb and moving it a circular motion and using my other hand to finger her while doing that. I loved the sound of her moaning, she even said my name. I’m not even the one being pleasured yet my pussy became wet again, It’s throbbing, Im moaning while she’s moaning. It was like I could feel what she felt. I even liked it when she would pull my head into her pussy, she had a tolerable smell to her, and the no taste at all. Which made me enjoy doing it. I finally stuck my tongue inside her, next thing I knew she started to cum. I didn’t stop, at this point now Im sucking on her clit and holding her now trembling thighs. She kept trying to push me away but I didn’t want to stop until she stopped cumming. I got mines, and now she’s getting hers. Just what I wanted.

Once she got control over her body again. She gently rubbed my face, I slowly crawled up her body to meet her lips. We just kissed and held one another. I felt the same way I did when a man would hold me, alot more comfortable though. I know I said I wouldn’t catch any feelings. But, now. I think I like her, alot. I can’t wait to be around her again. She kissed me on my forehead and asked me If I would be her girlfriend. I laughed, and nodded my head yes.

So, at the end of the day. You won’t know how anything turns out until you try it. I never saw myself being with a woman. Now I’ve been with Leah for five years. It hasn’t been any drama, we barely have a disagreement on anything, and the sex just gets better every time.

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“The art in sex” - Know your status Part 2

When I saw that he continued to get closer to me. I stopped what I was doing, we just starred at one another like something to eat.

so I slid my right foot off of the stool to relax the now contracting muscles in my throbbing pussy. Like the pulse you feel on your neck or on your wrist. My clitoris just keep throbbing, and throbbing and like my heartbeat. I swore at times I could hear it. I continued to paint. Every time our eyes met when I would look up at him before looking back at my half ass job of a painting. My heartbeat, and my pulse sped up, got stronger. It caused me to start dripping. the same way tears would roll from my eyes. A constant flow. drip after drip, I could feel it.

I started to grind in circular motion in my chair. I dropped my brush, closed my eyes for a moment. I looked back up over my wooden panel to see he, my art. Was gone… I suddenly felt finer tips, strong in back. They went from my back to my neck. From my neck to my breast. The further he went down with his hands. The closer he was on me. The scent of him brought back flashbacks of when me and him were together. How wet he would make me just by kissing me and pulling my hair. The teasing was driving me crazy. Each booth had a door to it and luckily for us that door had a lock on it. I told him to go lock it. He walked over towards the door as he walked away I twirled around on the stool now facing him. I had on a white fitted dress. Not so smart in this case. But, I did have a black apron like cover up over me. I took that off and slung it onto the floor.

Just as I did that he got on his knees and told me to scoot towards his face. My sweet pussy aroma must’ve been to his liking because soon as I opened my legs he let out a long “mmmm” followed by a slow head shake and a big smile. He looked up at me, and said “Ive always wanted to do this” I bit my lip. I was ready, and confident he would be good with his tongue. I slid my now soaked panties off onto the floor next to my apron. He grabbed me aggressively on my ass. Pushing my pussy into his face. I started to grind on his tongue. Nobodys ever made me feel this good while eating my pussy. Trying not to moan too loud I put my hand over my mouth. Took really really deep breathes so If anything It would just sound like heavy breathing. But as he continued. My breathing became short and I could no longer hold my hand over my mouth.

Right as I started to cum, I started to hear cheering, and appaluse right then I let out my last moan. My body started to shake terribly. I grabbed his long kinky hair as to gain a little control. He never moved a muscle just allowed me to come back down off of the orgasm I was having. Once I had total control over my body again. He quickly put his robe back on. I grabbed my cover up and placed my drenched panties into the pocket on the apron. We acted as If nothing ever happened (laughs)

Me: “oh the door!”

He went and unlocked it, (sniff sniff) “It smells like strawberries in here, they’ll never know” We both burst out into laughter. I walked over to him and gave him a hug and a kiss on his check. He kissed me back on my forehead. Crazy ass Jess ran her ass into my booth, “ooooweee, What’s been going on over here?”

ME: “This is ____ He’s a really good friend of mine”

They shook hands, I cried laughing inside. IF only she knew. Our session had come to an end. Now It was time for Jess to get her free testing done. I gave him one last hug, and he told me He’d give me a call later on tonight. Also that he would be in Atlanta for a couple more months and would love to spend more time together. Inside my head I was jumping up and down, but I just winked and softly said “ok, talk to you soon”.

The line for testing was very short. Not sure, If people were scared or what was going on. But I expected tons of people to be in line for this. The testing is pretty wide open. No hidden rooms or booths. It was probably no more than 20 phlebotomist sitting at a chair with a drawer full of venipunctures, tubes and the test tube holders. The phlebotomist had Jess to write her full name, the date, and a good number where they could reach her on the test tube label. Jess went from wild girl, to looking like someone had just died. Earlier I had this vibe with her when talking about getting tested. So maybe she’ll talk about it later.

Once all was done, walking out of the building. I stopped Jess outside of the doors and asked if everything was ok. She said yeah, but I could tell something was wrong. The young lady who took her blood said she would have her results later on that night due to the high volume of people they have to call once they close It could possibly run into midnight at the latest. We went our seperate ways and that was the last time I saw her.

Jess tested positive for HIV/AIDs  

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A little note from ME:

Although it may not be that time yet. It’s right around the corner and I HAD to incorporate such awarness in one of my stories. I go to my OB/GYN - family doctor annually for a “Well woman check-up” I get my physical, a pap and bloodwork done. Which was just in December.

 I’ve been doing this before I even became sexually active. (not the pap part, as most people should know as woman you do not get pap smears until you’re 18 UNLESS you become sexually active before then) It’s even MORE important when you are having sex. Especially if you have multiple sex partners. IF you’re in a relationship. Get tested together. SEX is a beautiful thing when it’s with the RIGHT person and It’s even better when you both know your status.

I’am proud to say I know my status. It’s a good feeling to be STD HIV/AIDS free. 21 years strong!

Take Care,

Bunnyy

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“The Art in sex” - Know your status part 1

I had a conversation with one of my girls from work the other day. She was ranting about a xxx nude art class they were having downtown. The goal was to educate young black men and women on safe sex and raising awarness for HIV/AIDS day. She said “It’s their way of giving back ot the community” (laughs) yeah, maybe the part about educating them on safe sex. NOT so much the nude class. That’s just getting something started.

Jess: “girl you should go” It’s one guy, & just you in a booth with him”
 
ME: “alone? in a booth?” (laughing) They really want you to get some action in huh?

Jess: (laughing) “girlll, just go. It’s fun. The booths are simply for the models privacy.”

Me: “Mhmm, ok. Whatever you say Jess”

Once I got off the phone with that crazy thang. I looked it up on the internet. It was the very first thing to pop up (maybe that was a sign)

(reading aloud) “Come on out and join the community in our annual Erotic “The art in sex” fundrasing event. We will be sharing stories, giving advice on better sex, and we’re also providing FREE HIV/AIDS testing all day until 7 p.m. Don’t forget to take our xxx Nude art class…..”

right there! There it is! She wasn’t lying. I guess I’ll take my hot ass down there.

Seeing how I had just recently took a visit to my OB/GYN for my annual “check-up” I wouldn’t be needing that HIV testing. Got my results last week, and as they’ve always been NEGATIVE. so, I’ll give back to myself by going and painting some nude models (smiles)

The next morning I got up at 9:30, SHARP. I live 20 minutes from downtown and the festivites start at 10:00 so, I’ll be on time. Maybe even a little early depending on how traffic is. Which It shouldn’t be too bad. Even though It’s Monday. AS if me finding it on the internet like I did wasn’t a BIG enough sign. Soon as I turn my radio up, the first commercial once again “The sex in art” fundraising event comes on. I shook my head, as to say “this is something else”.

Just how I predicted, not too much traffic. Half-way there Jess calls. She said she was already in the parking lot waiting to go in.

Me: “didn’t you just go the other day hot panties? You and the model must’ve hit it off right!”

Jess: “No girl, Im going for the free HIV testing. I haven’t had one in so long and you know to say the least. I haven’t been a good girl”

Me: “You are so right about that, but everything should be fine”

Jess: “I hope, But there letting people in already. So I’ll see you when you get here girl”

I know she was excited and all. But, something didn’t seem right how she cut me off. (sighs) Or maybe she is that excited! Once I pull up, It’s packed! Couldn’t even park in front of the building. I had to pay for parking across the street. It was so nice to see our people come together and take part in something that we all know has had such a bad impact on our community the most. Soon as I walked through the doors Jess ran and hugged me. She damn near knocked me down. (laughs)

We start walking around. Picking up differnt brochures and sitting down and listening to different pep talks. This was really nice. Everyone was polite, dressed nicely, and…

Jess: “mmm, look at his fine ass”

ME: “oh lord, where Jess?”

Jess: “girllll, turn to your right, the one in the black robe, mm mm mm”

Me: “now see, that’s why your happy ass is right here now”

Jess: “you know it is” (laughs)

Interrupting our mini giggle session. A gentlemen walked in front us where we were sitting. We happened to be front row in what looked like the middle of a mall where chairs were lined up and a stage sat right in front of us.

“Our models have arrived” Women started to whistle, and make mating calls like a bunch of inheat kitty cats.

“Are there any ladies who would like to go back with me and get started on their paintings?”

Jess didn’t hesitate, she grabbed me by the arm, arm in arm we followed the man into a smaller room where 7 models stood with black robes on. I felt like a virgin. I was blushing, covering my eyes. Naive shit to say the least. Clearly, they weren’t naked… Yet… and as if I didn’t come here specifically to get my paint on.

It was me Jess & about 10 other women.

Me: “soo, how’s this going to work?”

I meant to say that only to Jess, but the man overheard me. Laughed and replied: ” It can just be you and the model in a booth or you a group of your girls and the model.”

Me: “however we like it huh?” I joked.

I knew I wanted to go alone, as did Jess. So we got our models…..

wait…. One model looked familiar. “oh my god”. That’s my ex. Unlike most of my ex boyfriends. I can’t stand them. But this one in particular. There were still alot of feelings. The only reason we even broke up was because I relocated. So, now my once extremely calm nerves, were now shot!

He noticed me too, smirked and waved. I waved back. In the back of my head Im trying to figure out why the hell Im nervous. He’s the one that has to get naked. The guy utters one more thing. Which this time, I’m paying him no mind. I’m smitten all over again at just the sight of him. Luckily he didn’t catch me drooling and in a daze.

“models, greet your painter. You all may begin”

Soon as I heard the word “greet” my knees became weak and my hands turned clamy. “great, now he’s going to shake my sweaty hands” I mummbled to myself. He walked over to me, still with that same smirk on his face. He gave me a hug! Which, for me was a better choice seeing how my hands were a mini waterfall.

Model: “how you been, how’s work?”

I think we talked for a good 15 minutes while everyone else were already getting started. I had to ask. “aren’t you nervous?”

Model: (smiles) “not at all, this will be my second week doing this actually”

Finally, he drops his robe. I think I felt like I was about to have a crying orgasm. My knees started to shake, my lips were doing some crazy ass twitching and it felt like a gust of hot air just hit my entire body. I looked  at my brushes and started to get my station set up. He sat on his stool that was nothing but a couple steps away from where I was. But I was still able to see him.

Model: “have you ever used acrylics and oils to paint before”

I looked up at him like “now you know” I just laughed and told him this would be my first time doing something like this. Also that I felt intimidated because I knew this was his thing to do. I couldn’t help myself anymore. I finally looked at his dick. My eyes were glued. If it were up to me that’s all I would incorporate in my painting. I notice he started to move closer….

To be continued….

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