Box Interlude Pt. 1

She tentatively walked in the room in his 6’3” shadow. She was nervous as all outside and tried her best to keep her cool. He dropped his car keys on the dresser and plugged his cell phone charger in the wall before attaching his phone to the other end. He rested it on the dresser next to his keys. She unbuttoned her trench only to realize she was still cold and proceeded to wrap it back across her chest. She was captivated by him even with all his clothes on. She was sure he was used to women staring at him. Skin the color of toasted hazelnuts, eyes pools of mahogany, chiseled jaw line, and lips so plentiful that she just knew that they can satiate any desire she had for them. She was so caught up in lusting for him that she didn’t hear him the first time he’d asked why she still had her coat on.

"Oh, um it’s a bit chilly in here."

His looks unnerved her. She wasn't used to being around someone who looked this...

...gorgeous.

She wondered if she was trippin' but realized the E pill was still in her jacket pocket. She figured if this WAS real that atleast she wanted to remember it the next day...or not.

He’d slipped out of his jacket and zip-up hoodie and dropped it on the nightstand next to the bed. He walked back around the bed past her in his v-neck white tee and grey sweats, to the air conditioner/heater and turned the heat up from 68 degrees to 73. She noticed he’d taken his sneakers off as well. She pressed the temperature UP button until the temperature read 85. He looked at her as the heating fan roared to life.

"Cold much?"

She nodded and he licked his lips.

Twice.

It was almost as if he were purposely trying to hypnotize her. She couldn’t think straight as she wrapped her coat tighter across her chest. She couldn’t look him in his eyes. She didn’t think she could take it without passing out in the floor. The sheer manly beauty that he carried so well was giving her heart palpitations. In what seemed like one motion he stepped over to her and removed her tightly clasped hands from her trench. Her trench breathed a sigh of relief. He held her hands in his own down at her sides and looked down at her waiting for her to look up.

She didn’t.

He slipped her trench from off of her shoulders, walking around behind her to slip it off. He laid it on the nightstand behind him and walked back around her to face her again. She stared directly at his chest. She wanted to touch him but was too nervous. He picked her chin up with one hand and instead of looking up into his eyes, she looked downward. He chuckled. It was a warm laugh and had she looked him in his eyes, she would have seen the twinkle of delight that danced in them.

Still holding her chin, he brought his face down to hers and grabbed her bottom lip in between his and held it there for a moment. He felt her body shiver. Nibbling and sucking on it for a few seconds before pulling back had made her eyes close and her mind wander to the future wondering what she was in store for in the next few hours...still wondering if this was a joke.

He stepped back to look at her. She was still standing there face tilted to the ceiling, eyes closed, mouth slightly ajar. He couldn’t help the chuckle that came about. He thought she was gorgeous. He found her nervousness and awkwardness endearing and thought it made her that much more beautiful. Her jet black pixie cut was slight messy which he loved as well as the way she always stood with her back erect and shoulders back. Her skin was the color of toffee with a tiny nose, full lips and gorgeous chocolate brown eyes with the longest lashes he’d ever seen. She was built like a runner. 5’8’ with long, lean, strong Thoroughbred legs that were attached to a tiny waist with an impeccable ass that he couldn’t wait to spread open. She had breasts that fit her body perfectly, not big, not too small, 34C just rights. He felt comfortable standing there watching her until she came to a few moments later. She opened her eyes and saw him looking at her with a grin on his face and she stumbled, slightly off balance from the feel of his lips on hers. Her cheeks and nose instantly flushed cherry red.

She knew she probably looked like the biggest lame standing there like that in La La Land. Fuck it. She was burning up as the heat blasted. She removed her scarf from around her neck, threw it on the bed and walked over to turn the heat down to 74. She felt his eyes on her every move. She decided to Just. Let. Go.

She walked over to him and stood chest to chest with him, her chin raised in a defiant manner. She felt extremely short and stood on her tip toes and in doing so, stumbled to the right. GOD she hated her clumsiness. He caught her with his right arm and pulled her back to his center. She looked him in his intensity ridden eyes and saw her reflection. At that moment his mouth came crashing down on hers with such passion, that all she could do was join in. His tongue tangoed with hers, every move so precise, so sensual, so purposeful. His tongue filled her mouth provoking her...daring her to do something about it.

She held his tongue in her mouth for a few moments letting hers pulsate on his. She sucked on it...

...paused...

...sucked on it...

...paused.

He moaned.

She sucked harder. She wanted his tongue to be one with hers.

He wrapped both arms around her waist and she felt his dick press up against her stomach. She moaned in his mouth. He reached down to lift her long sleeved tee up over her head. She didn’t have a bra on and her nipples were standing at attention craving his mouth. He paused for a moment to look at her. He couldn’t get around how stunning she was. He was willing to bet that she had no clue either. She reached for his tee to pull it up over his head raising back onto her tip toes. In pulling the shirt off she was taken aback by his chiseled chest and tattoos that covered his biceps and pecs. She felt like she was looking at poetry in motion. His chest raised with his quickened breaths. His abs looked like they were computer generated so that she ran her fingers across them to prove to herself that they were real.

Real indeed.

At her touch his breath caught in his throat and he couldn’t stand it much longer. He needed to be inside of her. He cupped her breasts with both hands and bent down so that his mouth can taste them. Taking her right nipple in between his teeth and gently running it back and forth between them he felt her shiver. He did the same with the left. He brought his mouth back up to hers where she almost savagely began to kiss him. He unzipped her jeans, pulling away from her mouth, he ran his tongue along her jaw line leaving a moist trail down her neck, back and forth along her collarbone, down in between her breasts, running a circle around her navel and kneeled to slide them off of her. He assisted her out of her ankle booties. His tongue started a trail from her ankle up the inside of her right leg, and up her inner thigh as he slid his hands up her legs to her waist. He stopped at her black tanga and pulled it back down to her ankles with his teeth. She couldn’t stop shivering if she wanted to. Strands of The Love Below held on to the tanga and stretched all the way down to her knees before breaking off. His dick felt like it was about to explode. He came face to face with The Love Below. She smelled like cocoa butter. He ran his tongue down her center to her clit and wrapped his lips around it, tenderly pulling and sucking on it with his lips. Her hands immediately reached to grab the back of his head. She moaned and her knees started shaking. He started to suck more fervently, lazily letting his tongue find its way into the folds of her prism. She gasped and clutched his head with such force that it only made him go in deeper. He couldn’t believe how juicy she was. She kept gushing and gushing right on his tongue and she tasted phenomenal. He wanted to drink her dry.

He pulled his face out of the river and stood up licking his lips. She saw all of her all over his mouth...in his goatee...on his chin. She reached up to pull his face down to hers as she began to suck juice off of his face. She relished the way she tasted. She loved the way she smelled on him. She sucked herself off of his lips, running her tongue along the outline of them teasingly. He couldn’t take it anymore. He craved her. He wanted all of her.

He wanted HER.

The heat in his chest was unlike anything he’d ever felt as he picked her up and laid her on her back on the bed. He stepped out of his sweats and his boxer briefs and stood in front of her taking in every curve, every birth mark, the defined muscles in her legs, her tightly toned stomach, and her gorgeous tattooed arms. She turned him on. He climbed over her placing his left knee in between her legs pushing them apart. He positioned himself in a push-up over her and she reached for him, guiding him towards her unbelievably wet center. He paused right before entering and said….

© Farrah Barnes 2010 All Rights Reserved

Booty Talk

I'm still trying to get over the anal hump.

Anal sex.

I mean, I tried it once with Mr. Ghey (that's an entirely different post), and just by doing it the first time, years later it still has me leery.

*insert sad face here*

But I also know people that SWEAR by it and love it like no other. And then I know people who are like "giiirrrrrl don't do it bc I was constipated for two weeks." When I tried it, I was so nervous that it took him about 15 minutes to get it all the way in. Everyone says, "you just have to be REALLLY relaxed."

*stare*

I want someone to explain to me how the FUCK can u be relaxed when a dick is going in your ass? That's like pushing a hammer through a pinhole!
Even an associate in The Pink PussyCat was really trying to explain to me how the anus is "just a muscle that stretches..."

*blank stare*

I wish there was a way that can could get past the second time so that I could perhaps enjoy the third. The first time I did it, I stopped him about 8 or 9 strokes in. My ass ABHORRED me. I felt like my asshole was a never closing hole. I was walking around with an open ass. Omg.

I felt like I had to shit for a week and would just sit in the bathroom on the toilet for hours...for nothing! I was scared that as soon as I'd get dressed, my ass would start leaking! That wasn't the case but my god it sure felt like it. Eventually my ass closed up. Interestingly enough throughout the 9 strokes that I was able to take, the last..two...probably felt the best. So I have a taste of what the "goodness" feels like.

I DO want to do it.

But what FREAKS me is dudes who ALWAYS want me to take it in the butt.

*side eye*

Why are you ALWAYS tryna fuck me in my ass holmes??? Is there something that I should know about you? I mean ESPECIALLY if that's the first thing you're trying to get into over the pussy.

*blinkblink*

So what say you ladies? Is it overrated? Underrated? The shit? (No pun intended).
Talk to me.

Mr. Stretchy

I am chuckling as I write this one. Chuckling because as I reflect about the men I’ve dealt with, I’m often wondering WHAT was I thinking?

Mr. Stretchy. This mofo had a story and a person for everything. He ran his mouth non fucking stop. He was cool dude but he was full of shit. Met him in college in the game room…where I spent A LOT of my time playing pool. I was pretty damned good. Kinda rusty now but that’s nothing I can’t clear up in a few days at a pool hall.

Anyway, he was about 5’8”. Really slim…I’d guess about 155, 160 pounds. If that. But being around him all the time listening to him talk his shit, we became close. We’d hang out all the time, ultimately becoming a sort of item. I think it was pretty obvious to anyone around us that I was really into him. He had light brown eyes that constantly held a bedroom gaze, olive skin and a mop of curly, jet black jet hair. He had a little bop in his walk that I fancied. It was cute to me. I remember one day after classes and him beating my ass in a game of pool (yet again), we left school to find something to eat. We headed to his neighborhood of East Harlem to a cubano spot that was “crazy good”. We ate there and he ordered some steak and onions for the both of us. We ate and talked and ate more and talked more and I wondered what the hell was going to happen because he hadn’t kissed me yet and we were talking for a few weeks now. We walked over to his building which was a few blocks away. I was nervous as hell because I wanted to fuck this guy but I didn’t want to fuck anything up by being so horny.

We arrived in front of his building and he asked if I wanted to come up. I obliged.
We get on the elevator to the 11th floor. He backed me into a corner and completely caught me off guard and kissed me. Steak breath and all. It was unbelievably sexy. He pressed his body into mine and pressed my back up against the cool elevator wall. He grabbed my lower lip and started to suck on it with such passion that the leakage started immediately. He raised both of my arms up against the wall and interlocked his fingers in mine and I felt his cock swell as he pressed harder up against me. I returned his kisses with such fervor that I could’ve taken him right there in the elevator. I heard the elevator doors open but I didn’t care. I was hot and horny and all I wanted was cock.

No one was waiting luckily and he pulled me out of the elevator and down the hall. He told me not to worry because no one was home. He unlocked the apartment door and stepped inside. I followed. I could barely think straight because my clit was throbbing almost viciously. He pulled me into his bedroom where he proceeded to undress me while kissing me the entire time. Oops there goes my shirt over my head. OH MY. This man was SEDUCING ME. I didn’t have a chance to turn the tables because it felt so damned good. His tongue crept down my jaw line and up and around the outside of my left ear and trailed down to my spot…an inch behind the back of my lobe and he bit. I shuddered. Both of his hands crept up the sides of my waist to cup my breasts. His hands were warm where my skin was cool. My body was shaking because I desperately wanted to feel him inside of me. I watched him undress and decided he was taking too long. I walked around him and pressed my boobs up against his naked back and reached around to unbutton his dark grey button fly Levi’s. I grabbed the back waist of his jeans with my teeth and lowered myself and his jeans to the floor. What I saw threw me.

He had stretch marks all across his booty.

Wait.

I paused in standing back up because I couldn’t stop staring at them. I’d never seen stretch marks on a dude’s ass before.

What the fuck – were you a former fat kid or something?


Needless to say, I was a tad distracted. And the stretch marks were so light in comparison to his olive complexion! It tripped me the fuck out!!!

I guess I was taking too long to do anything so he turned around grabbed the back of my head and pulled my mouth to his while grabbed my hand with his other hand and placing it on his dick. I happen to hate when dudes do this because it's like DUDE! TRUST me I will get there!

His dick was long and had a very nice thickness to it. Amazingly I didn’t want it in my mouth. I just wanted it in me. He pulled a condom out of the top drawer of the cherrywood dresser alongside his king-sized bed. He laid me on the bed and mounted himself over me. He slid into the black berry with such ease and finesse that my eyes watered. I gripped him with my walls and gave him resistance as he tried to stroke outward.

One thing I never really do is look dudes in their eyes when I fuck. I feel that that is way more intimate than kissing and I am the biggest fan ever of kissing as you know by now. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him deeper into me with my eyes closed. He gently grabbed my chin. He whispered to me.

"Farrah look at me."

I shook my head no while my eyes were still closed.

"Farrah open your eyes."

After what seemed like an eternity I opened my eyes as we lay still and silent.

He was throbbing inside of my pussy and my girl was throbbing with a monster grip on him. I didn’t look at him instead I looked downward.

Again, he tilted my chin up so my eyes would find his. His deep brown eyes pierced through mine and I struggled to not waver. I felt like he was burning a hole in my soul. I hated it. I hated that I felt like he could see ME. His eyes didn’t waver for a minute. I desperately tried to figure a way out of this so I brought my mouth to his again, where I was able to close my eyes once more.

He deftly stroked my insides like a craftsman. The wider I opened, the deeper he plunged. He gripped my body like we were the last two people….. He spoke volumes without uttering a word. Shivers ravaged my spine and I was embarrassed because I had no control. I had absolutely no control over my body’s reaction to him. I bit into his neck as his momentum sped up as well as his stroke….he started to pound into me and I met his ferociousness, slamming my box against him in midair. All I heard were balls slapping my ass and all I remember after that was drifting in and out of a euphoric slumber.

An hour or so later we arose to the seemingly honeyed smell of sex and took a shower together. I was natural back then so I let the warm streams of water run through my hair and down my face to wake me up. I turned to him and his back was to me and there they were. Again.

The stretch marks.

Mr. Can't Get It Up

"The flaccid penis doesn’t convey power or eroticism. It looks like a finger puppet." (source)


He was a southern boy who looked just like Raheim from the movie Juice. His drawl was thick as honey and as sweet as could be. It turned me on. I met him doing production on a tv show that I was working on. He had an extremely sarcastic mouth which as you know, made me want to fuck him silent. I could tell he was a bit intimdated by me because he'd only been in New York for two years and hadn't really come across a bad ass New Yorker chick like myself. I didn't want to fuck this dude and have him be wack as hell in bed and have to look at him everyday for the duration of the project we were working on so, I opted to wait until it was completed to have him. After two and a half months I wanted to see if he was all talk and no action. I invited him over and he didn't hesitate.

I got a kick out of throwing Juice on when he arrived. I offered to make him a drink. He took his vodka neat. We watched it and fooled around with each other. I had dreamt of kissing this dudes plump lips. Dreamt of them coming face to face with my box. Dreamt of them driving me absolutely insane with desire for him.

He finally kissed me.

*gag*

He didn't open his mouth. It wasn't sensual. I felt like I was kissing a wall. How the FUCK do you kiss with your mouth closed? Where they do that at? He just kept mashing his closed ass lips on mine and I felt the skin on the inside of my mouth by my molars begin to break because THAT'S how hard he was going in!

Fail.

I reached down to feel on the goods. He was um...how would you say....

FLACCID.

I gently stroked on his shaft.

Now call it what you want but I usually don't have to do much when a dude is ready to dig me out. I don't have to worry about him NOT being hard or anything like that. It's usually up and ready to go. THIS time however, was not the case.

I went from gentle to damn near pulling that bad boy off.

"WELL DAMN!!!"

I sheepishly apologized.

I walked over to my nightstand and opened the Box drawer. I have all kinds of shit in there. Don't ask. I DO have all kinds of condoms, different sizes too. My thing was I just could not gauge what size his cock was because the shit was in hibernation mode. I decided to go with a LifeStyle. I tossed it on the bed near him. I hoped that this night would get better from this moment on. I stepped out of my running shorts and took my t-shirt off. My skin was still extra soft and shiny from that good good Almond flavored oil I'd slathered on when finishing up my shower. I caught a reflexion of myself in my mirror opposite my bed. Slim, athlethic frame with horse legs that strutted so. 34B boobs that are so perky that I shouldn't even OWN a bra. An ass that was high and round. I even want to take a bite out of it myself. Skin that looks like honey with the sprinkling of tattoos here and there. They are part of my character...they add to my sex appeal. Hey, when you got it you got it.

In the time I was looking at my reflection I'd noticed that he was having some sort of issues with the condom placement.

He was still soft.

WTF.

You have this sexy beast in front of you naked and you're still soft? Something was definitely wrong with this picture. I amused myself and ask if the condom was too big.

"Nawww but you should do something about this..."

I walked over to him and picked his limp dick up with my index finger and let it drop. A complete and utter waste of my time and energy.

So let me get this right. He couldn't get up but yet he wanted me to suck his dick for assistance. Nawww homeslice, that's not how it works in THIS fortress. I told him not to worry about it and that we could try again another time. I was COMPLETELY turned off. He was red in the face and I think that he knew I wouldn't call him.

EVER. AGAIN.

In his embarrassment, he got dressed and I could not help but to shake my head at him...all the way to the door.

I never heard from him again.

I Remember When...

I hardly ever think I am the prettiest girl in the room. My teenage years fucked me up mentally and I know I still carry that with me. I was never the chick that guys tried to talk to or anything like that. They always came to me to hook me up with my home girls. *blank stare* It's gotten so bad that when people DO say "OMG you're so pretty!!!" I laugh in their face and be like "Stop playin'."

Throughout grade school I was the chick with the coke bottle glasses and the fucked up underbite. I got teased all the way through high school. Yes, HIGH SCHOOL. Throughout my school years “pretty” was always defined as the light skinned, girls with long hair. It still carried over into my college years. But it was in my college years I was so accustomed to not being the “hot” chick that I think I found my sexy. My features had changed quite a bit thanks to the Clark Kent look-a-like surgeon of mine, Dr. Ruggeiro. No ,no, and no, I did not have ANY plastic surgery, he had realigned my jaw and POW! The new me had arrived. Sucking it up for 2 months literally, with having my mouth wired shut had me thinking some thangs. It was then that my SUPER EGO had kicked in and there was no turning back. I knew that I was going to be the SHIT when the wire came off. I had years of catching up to do. When I had the super cutie of the school come check me WHILE being wired shut and still living at home, I figured I was on to something.

Something in me clicked after those wires were removed. Part of me was angry and the other part just didn’t give a fuck about anyone because whomever I wanted I decided that that’s who I was going to have. I fucked whomever I wanted to regardless of if they had a chick in the school or outside the school. I knew I was a sexy chick and had the swag to match. [I see you Kanye!] These were the major factors in attaining all my cases. I knew that regardless of if you had the “pretty” chick, I was the chick that was fucking you the way you probably WISHED she was. Yes, I was fucking THEM. I wanted nothing more, nothing less than the dick. Where I was Niagra, those chicks were the Sahara. I became a fantasy ride for a lot of them and I didn’t care.

Let’s not get it twisted though, I did like a few and wished that they could’ve been more but it never seemed to work out that way. What’s bad about all of this now is that I can not trust a dude as far as I can spit. I don’t see them as beings that contain any emotional inkling within them. They are all TD&B. I think that for the most part it’s sad that I feel this way. This is where that bullshit “pretty” crap bothers me. I’ll think yea he probably has a few model chicks so why would he even think about cutting the “trophy” chicks off for me? Well..I’m real that’s for sure. I don’t bite my tongue. I don’t participate in stroking egos. And a slew of other things that I don’t need to list but I say all this to say I often wonder if I can ever get and keep the hot guy OUTSIDE of the bedroom. Or will I continue to just build my wall higher and higher all the while getting lost in the TD&B? Having a lot of sex keeps me from thinking about things like this but it’s the moments like now when I am idle and can’t help but to wonder…