Intro...kind of?

I'm AJ. I write. I have a full-time job that I do not wish to disclose at the moment. I created this blog to write porn...erm...erotica. Haha. But really, I've been writing and coming up with stories in my mind since I could. For years I'd get stuck on my pieces because I'd want to write a steamy sex scene or just a steamy scene period and I'd always trip myself up with this line: "What would my mom think if she read this?". I guess I just want my family to read my work and not be horrified at my language. Nowadays, I'm like ewwwww at the thought of making my family horny. Just something I have to get over.

I think too much.

Anyway, I've been writing erotic stuff since before I knew what sex was. The funny part is that I was actually good at it. I think I lost that "good at it" part. This blog was made to get those juices flowing again, as was my other blog, Midnight Covet. I just hope you enjoy this, maybe give me some feedback, and I'll be your favorite erotic author friend :-)

The Sale

Mark opened the French doors that led to the expansive balcony. The sun was beaming down on us from the highest point in the sky as we stepped out onto the light red brick masonry. The lush green shrubbery that lined the fence that surrounded the backyard seemed soaked in the light and reflect it off of the shiny leaves at the same time. The large rectangle pool glistened.

"My, my, this backyard is gorgeous." He commented in his strong, southern twang. He was a definitely a southern boy through and through, and I could tell by the way he talked and the way he was just so polite from our first meeting. He walked over to the balcony wall and placed his hands on it as he looked down unto the well-kempt ground below. He breathed in deeply and then he turned towards me. There was a little glint in his eyes, and then he smiled, flashing his pearlies. 

"I'm going to take it. There is no way I can consciously say 'no' to this condo!" Mark stepped up to me and picked me up and twirled me around. I could have melted. His slightly lemony and ginger-scented cologne wafted into my senses. I didn't know what to do when he put me down but adjust my glasses and flatten my skirt.

"Mr. Mark," I began, but he interrupted.

"What did I tell you about that? You're the woman putting me in my new domicile. Please, just Mark."

"I'm sorry," my face got hot and I and shook my head, "Mark, I'm happy that you're taking the condo. As your realtor, I have to say that this is a very good choice. You won't be disappointed, especially in this neighborhood." I assured him. He continued to smile at me, but the longer he smiled, the more it turned into something of a yearning expression. I felt it, too, below my waist. I averted my eyes and bit my bottom lip. Never, ever, with a client. Never. That was one of my main rules. This one, though, he was a sexy one. I would have to keep my distance. He stepped a little bit closer, so close that I could see the specks of gold in his dark, brown eyes. So close that I could count the freckles on his tan face if I wanted to. If only an annoying, high-pitched voice hadn't interrupted me.

"Mark baby, this place is so hot." A tall, hip-switching woman in 6-inch heels came clopping through the condo and eventually onto the balcony with Mark and I. He took a few steps back as she approached him. Before she turned to give him the sloppiest kiss I'd ever witnessed in my life, she gave me a catty stare, like I was honing in on her territory. I wish he would have told me before that he had a girlfriend.

"Safia, this is my friend, Tammy." 'Friend' he said. That didn't look like a 'friendly' kiss.

"Oh stop it boo, why won't you just admit it. I'm your girl." Tammy laughed. I could tell that she was embarrassed that Mark didn't claim her in front of me. I just smiled. She needn't worry about me. Women like her were plenty around these parts: tall, tan, gorgeous. She was most likely a model, and if not, she was in some section of the entertainment industry. Telling by the size of her bazongas, she was doing something high-class. I was crazy to have thought Mark was into to me for that split second and not just ga-ga over his new home that he'd be sharing with Tammy. Mark leaned past Tammy to shake my hand.

"Thank you again Safia. Let me know when you want me to come sign the paperwork." I enjoyed that firm handshake from the manly, yet soft, hand. Oh well, I wouldn't have to break my rule after all.

****

The bar had a mixed crowd tonight. I was ready to get a couple of drinks and then go home and get some sleep. All of my friends were out of town, so it was just me and my work-laden life. 

"Safia, apple martini?" Julie, the bartender asked. It was my usual, and I would not decline and try anything new tonight.

"Yes, please." I replied, sprawling out onto the ice-cube glass bar. 

"Long day?" She asked as she poured the good stuff onto some ice in a shaker.

"Girl please. Long week. Hell, long month!" I hoped I didn't look as exhausted as I felt. Julie handed me my martini and a smile.

"When are you going to go ahead and take a vacation. You're beating yourself up." She shook her head at me as she walked away and tended to another patron. She was right. I worked myself too hard. My parents had this idea that I was supposed to be some kind of extra smart person, to be nothing short of a female Bill Gates. I wasn't good with math. So I became a realtor. I couldn't find the square root of four, but I could sell multi-million dollar homes, and I was damn good at it. They could be proud of me another way, though I think their chemist/physicist brains still look down on me because I wasn't blessed with their smarty-pants genes. Regardless of how they feel, I like to believe that my long hours and nice looking bank account contents make me pretty successful. I could vacation when I hit my million-dollar mark, which could easily happen within the next three years.

I pushed myself up and took a swig of my drink. The initial bitterness of it made me pucker and make an ugly face. I looked around to make sure no one had seen me. There was a familiar snicker heard coming from down the bar. Afraid of what I was about to find my eyes locked on, I slowly turned towards it.

"Safia." My eyes met Mark's shining smile. He chuckled as he walked over to where I was sitting and sat down next to me.

"I see you're messing with these little girl drinks. You need a big girl drink." He ordered two Heinekens. I was so embarrassed at the face I'm sure he saw me make. 

"What are you doing on this side of town?" I asked him after I gathered myself and made some realignments to my dignity.

"Uptown and downtown are too uppity for me. Everybody is too shiny and snobby. If it wasn't for the fact that I work not too far from the condo, I would not be living in that neighborhood. You know this."

"Yeah," I replied, "but this place is in the middle of nowhere in a hole-in-the-wall building. It's almost impossible to find unless you know somebody who comes here and they bring you along." I didn't know why I was digging and being annoying. I chalked it up to the premature alcohol effects on my brain. Mark seemed to think my blabber was funny.

"Are you upset that I'm here?" He asked.

"Oh, no! I'm sorry about all the questions. I couldn't tell you why I'm being so inquisitive right now." I took another deep swig of my martini. 

"Well, I'm glad I discovered you. I wanted to apologize for Tammy's intrusion."

"She was fine. I was just surprised. She startled me a little." I shrugged.

"No, that was completely unacceptable. I told her what neighborhood the condo was in and I guess she knew some people who lived there and came and found my jeep."

I nodded. "Oh, I see." I said. Although he didn't need to explain, I was grateful that he did. He was so down to earth, when I saw Tammy, my hopes that he wasn't in to superficial women flew out the window. Now those hopes were back. I could have my fantasies.

"She's also not my girlfriend. We met when I first moved here and she somehow thinks that since she's the first person I met out, we're getting married or something. Definitely not the case."

"You don't have to explain it to me. I understand." Julie slid us the beers. I looked at mine like it was foreign and diseased.

"I do though." He blushed as he looked down at his beer. I smiled and looked down at my low martini. There was something that wasn't being told. I was done prying though. He looked over at me and the way I was looking at my Heineken.

"You don't like beer?" Mark asked. I gave him a crooked, childish smile.

"Can you tell?" I shook my head. "Thank you for it. I guess I just don't drink it often enough to have built up a tolerance." I picked up the bottle and took a sip. It tasted like armpits. And I guess I made another crazy face because he bust out laughing.

"Give me that." He took the bottle from my hand. He brushed it with his as he did. Once again, I got to feel his soft skin. I didn't want to imagine what he did to make his hands so soft, but my mind went there anyway and I could feel myself blushing.

"What?" He asked.

"Nothing. I'm just...having some issues." I rolled my eyes at myself. I must have been looking like the biggest idiot to him. Hopefully he still wanted to buy the condo at the end of this awkward encounter. Through my peripherals I could see him sipping his beer while taking small glances at me. 

I couldn't take sitting with Mark any longer. It was killing me.

"Mark, I'm going to take off. I'm sorry. I've got to wake up considerably early tomorrow." I apologized. He looked like he was about to say something. 

"Hm?" I took my wallet out to pay for my drink.

"Um, nothing. I hope I didn't scare you off. I know our business relationship has been cordial, so I hate that you have to leave so soon. Running into you really made my night." That twang was turning me on so much. He couldn't be interested in me and my dorkyness. It'd be better to just shake it off. I couldn't count on my fingers how many times I'd mistaken a guy just being nice to me for something more, it was just too many. I really didn't want this to be another one of those times. 

"No! You're great. I just have to get out of here." I stood up to leave. Mark looked so down. All of a sudden, I felt like something was about to come up. It was in my throat gagging me. Then, it was all over him.

"Maybe I have a little time. I live only a few blocks away, if you want to come over and talk, maybe watch a movie." I word vomited. I didn't mean to invite him over, but the words just came tumbling out of my mouth. They seemed to brighten Mark's night though. A smile began to slowly creep over his face. 

"Alright, alright!" His excitement made me giggle. And it made me feel good. This man owned his own company, looked at living in million-dollar homes, had the ability to date models, and was just plain sexy, but he wanted to hang out with me on a Friday night. Me, who's too afraid to get contacts because I hate sticking my fingers in my eyes, so I have to wear glasses. Me, who doesn't realize that we're in the 21st century and still wears polka dot dresses like it's the 1950s. Hell yeah I was feeling myself. 

I watched as he paid for the beers with cash and then allowed him to follow me out. We got into our respective vehicles and he once again followed me to my apartment. 

I couldn't remember what state I left my place in that morning. As soon as the lock turned I stuck my head in the door to make sure it didn't look like a tornado had hit. Whew, it was all clear.

"You got monsters in there or something?" Mark asked, his hands in his pockets, seeming a little nervous. Well, he wasn't the only one. I couldn't remember the last time I was with a guy, to do anything!

"Yes, as a matter of fact I do have monsters and I needed to send them a message telepathically that I am having company and not to eat your brains." Mark laughed like he'd never heard anything funnier in his entire life. I giggled at his reaction and welcomed him inside. 

"You can have a seat anywhere." I placed my purse on the coat rack by the door. "And would you like anything to drink?" He shook his head and told me "no thank you" as he sat down on my purple love seat.

"You have impeccable interior design." He looked around at all of my colorful furniture and accessories.

"I love color. I used to be really 'blah' with all brown tones until one day, I decided to change my way of thinking about colors. Changing that part of me really opened up other parts of my life. Now I'm all bright colors and...why am I telling you this?" I turned on the television. 

"I don't mind. I find you very, what's the word...intriguing. Yes. I find you very intriguing." I scoffed at Mark's words. He really was a southern gentleman. I read him the titles of the movies I had available. As I was, I felt a hand gently turn my head. Mark was in my face, well, his chin was in my face as he was rather tall. He took the remote control from me and set it on the TV stand. 

"I'd be lying to you if I said I haven't wanted to do this since I walked into your office." Before his lips touched mine, I let out a chuckle that turned into a sigh. I was about to fall out in his arms. He kissed me, his soft lips peppering me with little pecks. I was the one to open my mouth and taste his tongue, to smell his breath, which gave off a scent of spearmint. He ran his other hand up my back to my neck and tried bringing me closer to him, though I was as close as I could get, but I knew how he was feeling because I wanted to get closer to him too. I put my arms around him and guided him to the red couch; we stumbled there as I did. He laid on top of me, his breathing as heavy as mine.

He stopped kissing me. He sat up and straddled me. I sat up on my elbows and asked him what was wrong.

"I like you Safia. I don't want you to think I just came here for this." I hung my head. If he wasn't the most thoughtful man I'd ever met. I pushed myself up and kissed him. 

"I'm fine with whatever you want to do." I replied. Mark sat and thought for a moment. Then he got off of me and extended his arm to help me up off of the couch. My heart sank. I should have just told him to continue! He turned me around. I was so confused. He put his body on my backside and kissed my neck. I felt hardness on my butt. I melted. He was holding my midsection, but his hands slowly started moving away from it; one of them went up and started massaging my nipples. The other went south, south...south. It lifted up my skirt and rubbed me through my panties. His hand was so warm. My breathing got hoarse as his massages got more intense. His warm breath in my ear and the occasional sucking of my neck made me want him even more. I closed my eyes and enjoyed what was happening to me. 

Mark's fingers moved my panties to the side and began playing in the pool of wetness that he'd created inside of me. My body quivered with pleasure. The sensation of the multiple movements down there had me going. If he kept it up, I'd be coming in no time. I startled myself as I heard a deep moan rattle my throat and escape my lips. Mark gently spun me around and nibbled my bottom lip. I looked at his face and noticed small beads of sweat forming on his forehead. I brought his head down to me and kissed it. He took my hand.

"Do you have a washer and dryer in here? Or just a dryer?" Mark asked. Confused, I led him to the laundry room. He turned the dryer on and then picked me up and placed me on it. He lifted my skirt and smiled at me as he got down on his knees. He then pulled my wet panties off. I closed my eyes, knowing what was about to happen, but not being physically ready for the pleasure I was about to experience. I felt a cool, wetness licking my clit. I could feel Mark using his lips to nibble on it. He stuck his tongue slowly in and out of my dripping, wet hole. I braced myself for what was about to come. Mark rubbed my clit with his fingers and moved his tongue in and out of me faster. Faster. Faster. And I felt it coming. That tingling sensation that made me grab his head and draw him closer to me. Every delicious spasm seemed to release little bits of stress from my body, making me feel so light. Mark looked up at me like he had just finished doing gynecological stuff between my legs. I was on some kind of high. I didn't smoke, but I needed a cigarette. This man just made magic in me and I wanted to return the favor. 

I hopped off of the dryer and pulled my dress over my head, revealing my ample breasts and the rest of my naked body. Mark gave me the once over, and then another once over. I could have sworn i heard him mutter a "wow" under his breath. His interest in me made me horny all over again. I pushed him down on the pile of clean clothes that was lying on the floor and unbuttoned his pants. I pulled them off and threw them across the room. He was so hard that his penis made a tent of his blue boxers. I pulled those off too. His hardness stood up, welcoming me to it, calling my name, beckoning me to come and wrap my mouth around it. I obeyed, taking small sucks of the tip of it, feeling the soft head against my tongue. Mark put his hands behind his head to watch me work. I allowed it to go deeper as I circled my tongue around it, tasting him; feeling the veins and collapse under my pressure. I took my mouth from around him and licked from the bottom of his shaft all the way to the tip. I crawled up his body and grabbed his cock underneath me and sat my swollen pussy lips around it. I eased it inside of me, slowly, feeling my juices assist me in the endeavor. Mark moaned and reached for my firm breasts. My nipples were sensitive, but it still felt so good. I reached down and supported myself by placing my hands on his chest.

"Oh...mmmm...damn..." Left my lips as I rose and fell onto his cock, slowly. It wasn't enough; I need him to be deeper inside of my walls. I put my ass up in the air, and Mark took my cue to thrust deeper. He went so deep, there was no room left to go any further. My muscles contracted around him, making him moan long and soft. He took long strokes; the intensity rose. The spasms came again, this time stronger and more pleasurable. My ass was still up, jiggling with every thrust, his balls slapping against himself. 

"Safia...Safia...I'm coming." Mark's cock throbbed inside of me. He pulled me down so that we were face to face. I let my lips rest against his open ones, feeling his rapid breathing slow down. He combed his fingers through my hair and pushed my head to his in a steamy kiss. Heat was radiating from our bodies, as well as sweat was pooled underneath me on Mark's stomach. 

"So, you ready to sign those papers?" I chuckled. Mark smiled at my joke and rolled us on our sides. The sound of a throat being cleared above us made my stomach turn inside out. 

"So this is what my wife does while I'm away?" Gordon said with arms crossed. Oh no. This was not supposed to happen.