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November 10 WHAT I WRITE ABOUT IN MY BOOKS?I wanted to be in our suite making wild, passionate love, not at some bar dreaming about what I wanted to do. I stroked his leg, causing gutsy feelings to become reality. I wanted to be on top of him riding the shit out of him. He must have sensed something, from the way I was sucking on my lemon. I looked around to see who was close by, forgetting that we could go to our suite, where it was private and be open to whatever options we wanted to create. All I had to do was tell the butler, he was finished for now. The sun was beginning to set, causing our surrounding to look like a romantic scene from a movie, as the sun slowly dissolved into the night sky. I felt sensual, letting the Martel take control of my body, while I thought of ways to control my advances toward him. He wasn’t helping at all, running his hand up my thighs, causing them to quiver from the feel of his touch. “Stop it”, I whispered playfully batting my eye lashes. I should have kept quiet, cause he moved his hand to the center of my core. I jumped from the feel of his hand saying, “Oh you naughty boy”, but opening my thighs wider for him to penetrate me. Here he was working magic with one hand, dipping in and out of my pussy bringing wetness onto my thighs. I could see the bulge in his pants rise. His voice became a shallow whisper. I relaxed in the chair, pushing my hips forward, wanting Deleon to go in deeper with his finger, as the moment intensified. I forgot about our surrounding, or was it that I didn’t care if Esther, Louis or the butler was watching us. I propped my right leg onto the chair next to it, letting him explore deeper. My mind was in some remote part of the world, enjoying the way he was stroking my precious jewel. My nipples were hard and perky, begging for him to lick them; with the tip of his tongue. I was at the point of climaxing, when he pulled me up out the chair and laid me down on the table. My thighs felt sticky from the caramel oozing between them. He eased down to his knees, putting his head between my thighs, licking and sucking on my clit, while he pulled on my ring. He made love to my pussy with his tongue, treating her like she was some rare, special jewel in a skillfully way, while I fought to control the feelings he aroused in my body. I wanted to scream out from the feel of him sucking on my clit, with his middle finger positioned inside my pussy. The more he sucked, the wilder I got. He was enjoying the way he made my pussy react to the things he presented before her. Pussy juice was splattered all over his face when he shifted down ward causing her to explode in a thousand pieces. My body jerked all over the place, while he applied pressure to my g-spot draining me lifeless to a point of begging him to give me air to breath. I was to weak to climb off the table, so Deleon picked me up and carried me into our suite and laid me on the bed. I lay there watching, while he stepped out of his under wear to join me. I sat up and started stroking his dick with my hands, watching it grow from my touch. I took the tip of my tongue and licked the head of it. He jumped and I pulled him forward with my lips. I grasped his dick to suck it, but at the same time watching his facial expressions, as I took my tongue and traced it up and down his dick. I felt he was turned on more, just looking at a black woman’s lip on his dick. This was a first for him. He seemed to be the giver and not know what it was like to receive, from the women he dealt with. He grabbed my head and pulled it back and forth on his dick. I wanted him to know what skills I had to, since he thought I knew nothing about sucking a white man’s dick. I teased around with his dick, pretending to not know the next step, before I deep throated it and let the slob run down my chin, onto his balls. I twisted and turned his dick inside of my mouth, grinding my teeth slowly across the head of it, in time to see him tense up, while I sucked back and forth watching his facial expressions. I guided his dick in and out of my mouth and then for some odd reason he pulled his dick out of my mouth and pushed me back on the bed. He positioned him self to enter me, gently, slowly rotating his hips, as if he was defining a master piece. My body lay there on fire, letting him take me from one scene to another one. I wanted to scream out in passion, but wondered if the other side of the world would hear me. “Lord help me”, my mind screamed as I lost control, feeling vulnerable and at his mercy as one orgasm, after another one escaped my body. We climaxed together exhaustingly, then he stroked my clit to release what was left behind. I was ashamed, at the way my body responded to his touches. I tried to sit up in the bed, feeling ashamed and guilty, as if I had betrayed Arthur, by letting this man take me inside of a world unknown to me. Here I was sucking this white man’s dick and letting him have his way with me. It felt good, just knowing that I turned this white man on and he turned me on. The man was putting it down so good to where I wanted to try whatever with him. He had me thinking about him constantly. I would forget all about the color of his skin, when ever he was licking or fucking me, just the way I wanted to be. For three years, my life revolved around Arthur. Wasn’t it time for me to let someone else love me the way, I loved Arthur. Why was I sitting up in the bed with tears running down my face, instead of opening my heart to Deleon. “Janice, Janice is something wrong baby”, Deleon asked, while he laid there thinking he’d done something wrong. “No, give me a moment to collect my thoughts”, I said. It was time for me, to see life the way it really was; without Arthur. He told me in so many words, he hated me. I wanted to be apart of Deleon’s positive world, instead of being loss in Arthur’s negative world. He had it all, from a-z and didn’t mind sharing it with someone like myself. He showed me in every way that he cared, by taking the time to put me first in his life. Not once, had Arthur considered my feelings the three years we were together. It was time for me to go, but I felt Arthur had put a curse on me; and it took a man like Deleon to remove it. I thought about all the men, I let pass me by waiting on Arthur to get us right. All kinds of thoughts clouded my mind, as the tears fell down around my chin, into my lap. Were these tears of guilt or my new found joy? I walked out on one good man, which was my kids father, to go back to nothing. I laid there on the bed, while Deleon wiped the tears from my eyes and face. He assured me that life only gets better from this point on out. There I lay, promising myself to end things with Arthur once I arrived in Saginaw. I opened my heart to a caring and concerned Deleon. “You want to talk about it”, he asked? “Not now baby, when I’m ready you’ll be the first to know”, I said. “This is about Arthur right”, he asked? “Somewhat, but talking about it only hurts worse”, I stated. “Janice let it go, or it will destroy you”, he said. “I have tried Deleon, but I feel as if the way he treated me was my fault, actually I feel like a fool”, I said. “No need to baby, he is the fool; move over here and let me hold you to ease away your fears; life is full of everyday challenges; and I know you know by now we can’t make some one love us, but we can love ourselves”, he stated. I liked the way he said that, for he gave me a reason to want to love again. He expressed his feelings in a way, as if he had been in my situation before. I moved closer to him, welcoming his arms for comfort. It felt right to be where he was at that moment. My healer, lover and protector. Here I was getting everything I could possibly imagine, without even having to ask. I dozed off and awoke that Sunday morning with him sitting at the table reading my book. I stretched and said, “Good morning, I hope you find my misery interesting”. He laughed and said, “No I actually find it heart wrenching, that a man could treat a woman the way Arthur treated you; but I’m afraid to ask why you stayed with someone like him”. I laid back on the bed and sighed. This was a question, I had no answer to, but it troubled me daily. “When are you leaving for New York”, I asked? “Sometime Tuesday, after I get you back to Saginaw safely”, he answered. “So what are our plans for today”, I asked? “Well I thought, we would do some sightseeing and shopping; if you don’t mind”. He replied. “I would love to go sightseeing”, I said. I was thinking heavily about this Eva person; wanting so badly to ask him about her. What key role did Eva play in his life; and why did Esther feel that this woman was a threat to me? I knew nothing about the situation, but intended on finding out who she was, so why not ask now. “Deleon can I ask you a question? “Sure baby, ask what ever you like”, he replied. Who is Eva”? That must have been the wrong question. He got up from the table, looking as if he’d been slapped. “Is something wrong”, I asked? “Where did you get that name from Janice”, he asked? I responded to him by saying, “I over heard yours and Esther’s conversation when I came back to get my cell phone”. “Mmm is that so, I was hoping that we could leave Arthur and Eva out of our relationship, until we get us solid”, he said. “Deleon I have no problem with that, but I need to have some resources, as to why you and Esther fear her”. He became agitated and said, “honestly Janice it’s none of your business”. His words shocked me and for some odd reason he knew this. I left it at that and said no more. I got up off the bed not wanting him to know, he had hurt my feelings. I grabbed some clothes from my suit case and went in the bathroom to get ready for the day. As the water ran down my body, his words played through my mind like a tape recorder. I was away from home, in another part of the world with a stranger. For some reason I wanted to be alone, but where would I go? After dressing, I went out into the living area; noticing he was sitting at the table with his head down. I grabbed my purse, rambling through it, making all kinds of noise, as if I was looking for something. He got up from the table and walked into the bathroom, I assume to get dressed. Once he had gotten into the shower, I grabbed my laptop and walked out the door. There was an Internet Café to the right of the lobby, so I made it an option to take advantage of it. I plugged in my computer and begin working on my next book. The hours were flying by like a meteor through the sky. I finished up the chapter I was working on and shut my computer down, for the day. The clock read, “four thirty p.m.” I got up, pushed my seat in, just as I heard Esther’s voice say to someone, “Have you found Janice yet”? I could barely hear the other person’s voice, but I knew whom she was advancing that question towards. I slipped behind the wall , as the two passed by. My feelings were still hurt from what Deleon said earlier. I walked out onto the beach, in time to see Louis and the police walking around looking hysterical. Everyone on the beach, seemed to be looking for someone. I took a seat at the bar and ordered a double shot of Martel. The bartender asked, “Is this picture I have here, of you”? I looked at it and said, “No”. Knowing all the time it was, but could he prove it. He stood before me looking back and forth between the picture and I. “Who is she”, I asked? “A woman that disappeared three hours ago; and her man in waiting is hysterical about it, I think they had a fight”, he said. “Sir, that picture is of me, but please don’t tell anyone where I’m at”, I said. “I won’t tell anyone where you’re at; but I do have to call off the remote search”, he said. I could hear him telling someone on the walkie-talkie that I was alright, but wishes to keep my whereabouts a secret. “They want to know if you’ll be coming back to your suite”, he asked? “Sure when I’m ready, so tell them to stop looking for me, because I’m not hiding”, I replied. He repeated word for word and sat the walkie-talkie down on the bar. I ordered another double shot of Martel, feeling good as hell. I got up from the bar heading to my suite with it. I opened the door to our suite and took a sigh of relief, when I noticed no one was there. There was a folded up note on the table that said, for Janice. I picked it up and tossed it in the trash not bothering to read it and took a sip from my glass, repeating the words he had said earlier out loud. The door opened; and in walked Deleon and Esther. “Where in the hell have you been Janice”, he asked? “Here and there”, I answered. Esther looked at me in a concerned way, as if she knew our conversation didn’t include her. “Janice I’m glad your alright; we’ ll talk later”, she said while opening the door to leave. “So do you plan on telling me Janice; why you left like you did”, he asked? I sat there listening, while he scolded me for doing what I did. I never said a word. “I hope your happy that you spoiled the day I had planned for us; once I get you back to Saginaw and my jet is refueled; I’ll be leaving for New York”, he said. I felt bad, but refused to admit it. He grabbed his binder off the table and walked out the door. I turned the television on and fell over on the bed to watch whatever was showing. I must have dozed off, because a soft knock at the door awakened me. I jumped to my feet and hurried to the door. “Yes”, I yelled. “It’s Esther and Louis; so open the door Janice”, she said. I unlocked the door, letting them in as Esther blurted out “What the hell is going on Janice, with you and Deleon”? I rubbed my eyes, while trying to focus in on what she was saying. “Nothing that I know of, he just walked out the door, so I went to bed”, I said. “Well, I figured something was wrong, because I saw him sitting at the bar having a drink; without you”. “Maybe he wants to be alone”, I said. “Well don’t go running off to the airport”. I looked at her crazy; wanting to say more, but left it at that. Esther kissed me on the cheek and said, “I’ll see you later” and they exited out the door. I was tired from being tired, so I decided to take a shower, before going back to bed. I turned the shower on while I undressed, listening at the water hit up against the glass. I opened the door and stepped in, letting the water run down my body, imagining it was Deleon’s hands touching me. The steam began to rise, causing visibility to become faint. I felt hands touching me, while I struggled to open my eyes. Someone was taking the time to suck each nipple gently. Deleon had joined me in the shower, turning my imagination into reality, oh was the steam rising, as he lifted me up against the shower wall. I grabbed his head to brace myself. He entered me with forceful thrusts, sending me into a wild frenzy. I laid my head against the shower wall enjoying every moment of the way he went in and out of my pussy. I screamed out in ecstasy, forgetting the fact I was mad at him, as I turned and bent over for him to enter me from behind. I became aggressive banging up against his dick wildly, causing him to move slower from the grip of my pussy muscles, then he started working his dick in and out, to keep from climaxing. There was lust in his eyes, when he opened the shower door and stepped out, disappearing into the bedroom. I finished showering and joined him on the bedroom where he continued to bring my body to life. His touch alone, made me forget about the reasons I was mad. He took my body and turned it into a map, taking the time to travel from state to state exploring what each state had to offer; by feeling his way along; with his hands and tongue. Who was this man; and how did he know that certain parts of my states would flood, if a down pour came. There was no way for me to stop the levees from flooding, once I relaxed my thighs, tensing up from the feelings his tongue gave me, as the water made it’s way through the valley; sending water in direction of whatever was in the way. I was happy with the new found feelings, we had found together. Apart of me wanted this dream to last forever, then he kissed me tenderly good night. I snuggled close to him and dozed off into a pleasant sleep. |
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