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The Hot Spot
by Shy
Chanel Washington was always looking for the hot spots around town. Until she came to this new night spot called Late at Night. They just opened their doors this Friday night and this is where she wanted to be solo. She sometimes liked to go by herself, so she could have all the attention to herself. She wore a red low cut blouse and high mini skirt to show off her curves and black stilettos. She knew that her pussy would be pudding in any man hands.
Chanel strutted in like nothing else mattered. The bouncer took a double take at her curves. His mind wondered what it would be like to be between her legs. He thought of sexual fantasies with his tongue, he wanted to lick the juices between her thighs. It was just a fantasy, he thought, and went back to work.
Chanel did her sexy walk over to the bar where a tall dark man was standing drinking Crown Royal on the rocks. She thought she was looking at Tyson the male Model. He was gorgeous. He winked at her and asked, “What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”
She giggled, “I am here for the same reason you are here, to get some action from the opposite sex. I want a big strong dick to penetrate my inner walls. And you look like just the man for the job and you look like you could probably win a pussy eating contest.”
The tall handsome man almost choked on his drink. He asked if she was serious about the invite.
“If you want some hot tasty pussy all over your full lips, you can have all of me at your request.”
Mr. Tall black and handsome followed Ms. Chanel back to her love nest. She had never done anything like this before; bringing men back to her place for a one night stand. She fell right into his arms; she almost stripped out of all her clothes on the front porch. She groped his penis that was throbbing through his slacks. He nibbled on her nipples with his teeth. She groaned with pleasure. He cupped her whole body in the air and placed her on the stair case and pulled her red thong to the side and licked her clit that was full of nectar. She moaned very loudly sounding like the wolf of the night. Chanel pulled him closer into her G-Spot. She was ready to surrender, but held on for dear life. It was an eruption, her explosion of ecstasy.
He turned her around and told her she was juicy. She looked at his throbbing dick that was at attention. Chanel put his manhood in her wet mouth and proceeded to lick every inch of his tasty treat. He clinched on the back of her hair; this made her moan even more. He was in heat like shepherds that were in yard earlier that day. Chanel was so proud of her pickings tonight. She thought, this one is a keeper.
He pulled her up and asked where her bedroom was. She didn’t hesitate and took him up to paradise. The bed was covered in Red Roses. Chanel had a thing about sleeping on a bed of flowers. He laid her down and told her, “This will be like your first time, with a real man.” She giggled once again, and told him, “I want to be satisfied to the fullest.”
He looked at her with a thuggish grin. He took her bottom and massaged it like a melon. He continued to tease her with his tongue. “Give it to me,” she scolded. “I want every inch of you in my pussy.”
He took his manhood and put in the deep tunnel and felt the wonderful sensation of her paradise. She screamed so loud the cats started to purr. This night was filled with lust and dirty thoughts and the acting out of fantasies. He pulled her closer and stroked harder and harder. All you could hear were moans and screams of passion.
She was so happy with her Birthday present.
“Happy Birthday,” the tall gentleman said with a big smile.
Shy was born and raised in Detroit, Michigan. She attended Detroit Public Schools and Pasadena City College in California.
At a very young age she began expressing her thoughts through poetry. She hadwritten two books Poetry Of Life and Daisy The Frog's First words for youngchildren. So far her work has been featured in the National Library Of Poetry,Sparrograss Poetry Forum, and the Gullah Sentinel of South Carolina.