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The Diary of Afika Jones

Short story By: Coco Lovan
Erotica



The thoughts you are about to read belong to Afika Jones. A beautiful ebony woman who believes that her life is dull, boring, and in some ways non existent. Perhaps she he right, but I ask you the reader to see( or better yet read) for yourself. If she is correct then your just wasted a few moments of your time. However if I'm right then she has a lot more entries to write.


Submitted:Jun 26, 2012    Reads: 363    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


The thoughts you are about to read belong to Afika Jones. A beautiful ebony woman who believes that her life is dull, boring, and in some ways non existent. Perhaps she he right, but I ask you the reader to see( or better yet read) for yourself. If she is correct then your just wasted a few moments of your time. However if I'm right then she has a lot more entries to write.

June 22, 2007

For some reason my friend thinks I am interesting person. What the fuck gives her the right to put my business out like that? If I didn't love her like a sister I would beat her with in an inch of her life. So your probably wondering why I am doing this then. Is simple... To shut the bitch up. I mean come on. Give me a break. The last time I wrote in a diary was when I was a kid in elementary school. So, anyway let's get this over with. What should I write about? I Guess ill start with my dream.

I been fantasizing about my boss recently. His name Travis. 6'6 dark brown hair, blue eyes, big hands, so lean that his abs have abs. For some reason he is single. He has been eying me and I been more the gazing at him, ok more like raping him with my eyes than anything.

After a long day of kinda stalking my boss, because you know looking at his as from a far can be so tiring, I head into the shower. As the feel of the hot water hits my skin, the world around me evaporates and I'm sitting in a sauna. Its so steamy in the room I don't see the other person right away. I lock my eyes on a pair of sapphires as the other stares at a pair of smokey topaz. The vague lean figure inches closer. My body flight or flight system kicked in, I chose to fight.

Fight all instincts to run, I kept myself still. With seconds the figure took a familiar shape of a man. Within seconds the figure became a shape I seen before. Tall blue eye man that I work for. The man that consumes every fraction of my mind on a regular.

As my mind realizes who he is, our mouths lock in an unreal passionate kiss. For a few seconds I'm oblivious to the fact that my towel coming off and he has a firm grip on my ample breast. with each movement my nipples peak attention. Our mouths are free, Travis gentle nibbles on my neck. He finds my sweet spot and my back arches. He Takes the opportunity and pulls me closer. I squirm but not of fear, delight of the brief dominance. As Travis continues to caress my neck with his tongue, I stroke his chest and slowly make my way to his towel. Before its removed the bulge already present peaks my attention. With a firm but gentle grip I begin to stroke the protrusion. Low deep moans come from Travis as he moves from my neck down to my left breast. While he slowly sucking on my breast, the towel slips and shows a ten inch one eyed monster staring at me.

Before I can even fathom whats in front of me Travis somehow was between my legs. Kissing my clit and humming a tune while doing so. My body ecstatic, toes curled, back arched, legs quivering, the sensation grows more intense, I can't take it. My body explodes with excitement. I yell so loud I can hardly breathe. Travis comes up for air and forces me to lay down on the bench.

At first he teases me, spreading my lips with his head, then slowly inches his way into me, but only for a second. Travis senses I'm annoyed and finally delivers what I have been waiting for. For a moment he gentle enjoying himself, but after a few moment the tempo increases. Escalating to the point where I am looking for something to grab to keep me in place. Travis pounds deeper, my body can't handle so much this quick. My futile attempt to run was short lived as I back myself in a corner. Seizing another opportunity he lifts my legs in the air places them on his shoulders. Both hands holding my ankles he rams deeper inside making me take every inch. The pace picks up, we're both ready to go,or in my case go again. Travis releases me from my trap but only for a moment. He flips me on all fours and aggressively inserts himself. He rams me deep and fast until I hear a deep long grunt and warmness dripping from between my legs.

I snap I of my daydream just as the tub is overflowing. Apparently I let go of the wash clothe and it found its way to the drain and it didn't help that I was standing on the hole.





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