Men's Erotica: Keisha's Crush 2 - Desperate Encounter
Keisha's Crush 2 – Desperate Encounter is a Black and Men's Erotica short story - M/F. This erotica short story contains explicit content, erotic situations, graphic language and is suitable for readers 18 and over.
Part 2: Mel and Keisha part ways back to their prospective houses. Mel, over the next day or so, ends up using a slender G-spot vibrator and making himself explode all over the place, enjoying every moment of it. It took him about an hour to achieve this because it was not the same as having Keisha there to finish him off. After his escapade, he falls asleep, only to wake the next morning to Keisha knocking on Mel’s window. It is before the end of breakfast, and Keisha decided to screw herself with an electric toothbrush only to find Mel standing in her wake. Mel can’t understand why she would do that when he is ready and willing. Keisha has no reason for her behavior but is willing to make it up to him even if it means their breakfast will get cold. They can always make more.
Excerpt:
Everything was still there as he had left it before he left on his and Keisha's rendezvous into the night. The coffee table, still stained with coffee, held the bills that he had yet to pay and no job or money to pay for them as of yet. His half-eaten plate of chicken and chips had been left for the flies to go around and devour at their leisure.
For the first ten minutes that he was home, he was very lonely, pacing around, waiting for the next love note to come, waiting for the next time he would see her again, and bounding to her as if she had disappeared in an erroneous kidnapping some twenty years ago. He walked around the living room, looking at a bill and tossing it aside.
"Don't know when I'll pay this thing but someday…"
He kept pacing and pacing through the hall toward the kitchen and soon found himself sliding into dinner.
"Practically frozen pizza with a pineapple twist it was. This ought to do."
He pulled the pizza box out and unloaded three cold pieces of pizza onto a Dixie plastic plate. Over to the living room he trailed.
He sat there eating the frozen concoction while his mind churned over and over about Keisha and the spell she had obviously put on him. Every time he thought of her, he lowered the pizza from his lips. He sat there thinking with his mind in the gutter. Oh, how I'd love to do her again. How I would love to fuck her good until we both can't take it anymore.
Then, he would rush back to eating his pizza with occasional stops in between bites that sometimes lasted a full 30 seconds before he would resume eating.
Then, all of a sudden, the door bell rang.
"Who the heck could be here at this time," he said to himself.
He looked over at the clock. It was 8:30pm. The doorbell rang once more.
Scratching his head, he went over to the door slowly. By the time he got to the front door and looked through the peep hole, no one was there. He opened the door to find a brown cardboard parcel on the green, grass-ridden doorstep. The box was pretty long and rectangular, not like any other parcel he had received before. He continued to survey the box, turning around all of the features that had been shown on it and found the invoice on the outside. He tore it off the package. He flipped the fold of paper open and it said, "For your pleasurable center of enjoyment. Love, Keisha."
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Part 2: Mel and Keisha part ways back to their prospective houses. Mel, over the next day or so, ends up using a slender G-spot vibrator and making himself explode all over the place, enjoying every moment of it. It took him about an hour to achieve this because it was not the same as having Keisha there to finish him off. After his escapade, he falls asleep, only to wake the next morning to Keisha knocking on Mel’s window. It is before the end of breakfast, and Keisha decided to screw herself with an electric toothbrush only to find Mel standing in her wake. Mel can’t understand why she would do that when he is ready and willing. Keisha has no reason for her behavior but is willing to make it up to him even if it means their breakfast will get cold. They can always make more.
Excerpt:
Everything was still there as he had left it before he left on his and Keisha's rendezvous into the night. The coffee table, still stained with coffee, held the bills that he had yet to pay and no job or money to pay for them as of yet. His half-eaten plate of chicken and chips had been left for the flies to go around and devour at their leisure.
For the first ten minutes that he was home, he was very lonely, pacing around, waiting for the next love note to come, waiting for the next time he would see her again, and bounding to her as if she had disappeared in an erroneous kidnapping some twenty years ago. He walked around the living room, looking at a bill and tossing it aside.
"Don't know when I'll pay this thing but someday…"
He kept pacing and pacing through the hall toward the kitchen and soon found himself sliding into dinner.
"Practically frozen pizza with a pineapple twist it was. This ought to do."
He pulled the pizza box out and unloaded three cold pieces of pizza onto a Dixie plastic plate. Over to the living room he trailed.
He sat there eating the frozen concoction while his mind churned over and over about Keisha and the spell she had obviously put on him. Every time he thought of her, he lowered the pizza from his lips. He sat there thinking with his mind in the gutter. Oh, how I'd love to do her again. How I would love to fuck her good until we both can't take it anymore.
Then, he would rush back to eating his pizza with occasional stops in between bites that sometimes lasted a full 30 seconds before he would resume eating.
Then, all of a sudden, the door bell rang.
"Who the heck could be here at this time," he said to himself.
He looked over at the clock. It was 8:30pm. The doorbell rang once more.
Scratching his head, he went over to the door slowly. By the time he got to the front door and looked through the peep hole, no one was there. He opened the door to find a brown cardboard parcel on the green, grass-ridden doorstep. The box was pretty long and rectangular, not like any other parcel he had received before. He continued to survey the box, turning around all of the features that had been shown on it and found the invoice on the outside. He tore it off the package. He flipped the fold of paper open and it said, "For your pleasurable center of enjoyment. Love, Keisha."
Men's Erotica: Keisha's Crush 2 - Desperate Encounter
Keisha's Crush 2 – Desperate Encounter is a Black and Men's Erotica short story - M/F. This erotica short story contains explicit content, erotic situations, graphic language and is suitable for readers 18 and over.
Part 2: Mel and Keisha part ways back to their prospective houses. Mel, over the next day or so, ends up using a slender G-spot vibrator and making himself explode all over the place, enjoying every moment of it. It took him about an hour to achieve this because it was not the same as having Keisha there to finish him off. After his escapade, he falls asleep, only to wake the next morning to Keisha knocking on Mel’s window. It is before the end of breakfast, and Keisha decided to screw herself with an electric toothbrush only to find Mel standing in her wake. Mel can’t understand why she would do that when he is ready and willing. Keisha has no reason for her behavior but is willing to make it up to him even if it means their breakfast will get cold. They can always make more.
Excerpt:
Everything was still there as he had left it before he left on his and Keisha's rendezvous into the night. The coffee table, still stained with coffee, held the bills that he had yet to pay and no job or money to pay for them as of yet. His half-eaten plate of chicken and chips had been left for the flies to go around and devour at their leisure.
For the first ten minutes that he was home, he was very lonely, pacing around, waiting for the next love note to come, waiting for the next time he would see her again, and bounding to her as if she had disappeared in an erroneous kidnapping some twenty years ago. He walked around the living room, looking at a bill and tossing it aside.
"Don't know when I'll pay this thing but someday…"
He kept pacing and pacing through the hall toward the kitchen and soon found himself sliding into dinner.
"Practically frozen pizza with a pineapple twist it was. This ought to do."
He pulled the pizza box out and unloaded three cold pieces of pizza onto a Dixie plastic plate. Over to the living room he trailed.
He sat there eating the frozen concoction while his mind churned over and over about Keisha and the spell she had obviously put on him. Every time he thought of her, he lowered the pizza from his lips. He sat there thinking with his mind in the gutter. Oh, how I'd love to do her again. How I would love to fuck her good until we both can't take it anymore.
Then, he would rush back to eating his pizza with occasional stops in between bites that sometimes lasted a full 30 seconds before he would resume eating.
Then, all of a sudden, the door bell rang.
"Who the heck could be here at this time," he said to himself.
He looked over at the clock. It was 8:30pm. The doorbell rang once more.
Scratching his head, he went over to the door slowly. By the time he got to the front door and looked through the peep hole, no one was there. He opened the door to find a brown cardboard parcel on the green, grass-ridden doorstep. The box was pretty long and rectangular, not like any other parcel he had received before. He continued to survey the box, turning around all of the features that had been shown on it and found the invoice on the outside. He tore it off the package. He flipped the fold of paper open and it said, "For your pleasurable center of enjoyment. Love, Keisha."
Part 2: Mel and Keisha part ways back to their prospective houses. Mel, over the next day or so, ends up using a slender G-spot vibrator and making himself explode all over the place, enjoying every moment of it. It took him about an hour to achieve this because it was not the same as having Keisha there to finish him off. After his escapade, he falls asleep, only to wake the next morning to Keisha knocking on Mel’s window. It is before the end of breakfast, and Keisha decided to screw herself with an electric toothbrush only to find Mel standing in her wake. Mel can’t understand why she would do that when he is ready and willing. Keisha has no reason for her behavior but is willing to make it up to him even if it means their breakfast will get cold. They can always make more.
Excerpt:
Everything was still there as he had left it before he left on his and Keisha's rendezvous into the night. The coffee table, still stained with coffee, held the bills that he had yet to pay and no job or money to pay for them as of yet. His half-eaten plate of chicken and chips had been left for the flies to go around and devour at their leisure.
For the first ten minutes that he was home, he was very lonely, pacing around, waiting for the next love note to come, waiting for the next time he would see her again, and bounding to her as if she had disappeared in an erroneous kidnapping some twenty years ago. He walked around the living room, looking at a bill and tossing it aside.
"Don't know when I'll pay this thing but someday…"
He kept pacing and pacing through the hall toward the kitchen and soon found himself sliding into dinner.
"Practically frozen pizza with a pineapple twist it was. This ought to do."
He pulled the pizza box out and unloaded three cold pieces of pizza onto a Dixie plastic plate. Over to the living room he trailed.
He sat there eating the frozen concoction while his mind churned over and over about Keisha and the spell she had obviously put on him. Every time he thought of her, he lowered the pizza from his lips. He sat there thinking with his mind in the gutter. Oh, how I'd love to do her again. How I would love to fuck her good until we both can't take it anymore.
Then, he would rush back to eating his pizza with occasional stops in between bites that sometimes lasted a full 30 seconds before he would resume eating.
Then, all of a sudden, the door bell rang.
"Who the heck could be here at this time," he said to himself.
He looked over at the clock. It was 8:30pm. The doorbell rang once more.
Scratching his head, he went over to the door slowly. By the time he got to the front door and looked through the peep hole, no one was there. He opened the door to find a brown cardboard parcel on the green, grass-ridden doorstep. The box was pretty long and rectangular, not like any other parcel he had received before. He continued to survey the box, turning around all of the features that had been shown on it and found the invoice on the outside. He tore it off the package. He flipped the fold of paper open and it said, "For your pleasurable center of enjoyment. Love, Keisha."
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| BN ID: | 2940015841053 |
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| Publisher: | Xplicit Press |
| Publication date: | 10/21/2012 |
| Series: | Keisha’s Crush , #2 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 44 KB |
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