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  Seriously Confused.

  Hey Seriously Confused,

  It sounds like you care about your girl. Damn this is why I love lesbians, you’re all so romantic. Where else can you have someone call their lover their other half, but at the same time talk about cheating on her. I’m all about honesty. You got to keep it one hundred, it’ll hurt. But you have to tell her how you feel. Ain’t nothing worse than finding out the person you love is fucking someone else. Just saying…keep it real.

  Geneva Forbes read the advice. “He’s right. Keep it real.” She had never written to anyone for advice before. She had come across his blog one day after surfing the web. She had been intrigued by his voice it was raw, brutally so. But she liked it. And she knew that if she wrote him, he’d tell her the truth. But that didn’t mean that she had to agree to it.

  Geneva slid her sunglasses over her eyes and stretched while holding her face up to the hot Las Vegas sun. A huge smile filled her face. “The last three days have been heaven,” she sang quietly to herself. The man sitting next to her shot her a grin, while his gaze ran leisurely over her body. The tangerine colored mesh cover-up that she’d thought hid her figure only enhanced it. Her breasts, a pair of DDs strained against the fabric and her ass the size of two perfect cantaloupes, fought to be released. She picked up her drink and sauntered up to her hotel room.

  The three-day conference in Vegas wasn’t exactly the vacation she wanted, but as soon as she stepped off the plane, she decided it was what she needed. What made it more enticing was that her job was footing the bill. All she had to do was spend the mornings attending conferences and the afternoons lounging by the pool or getting some much needed sleep.

  Geneva strolled through the hotel lobby and took an elevator up to her room. “Woo hoo!” she yelled then plopped on the bed, she stared up at the ceiling. “I’m done. This experience has been awesome. I can’t wait for the good bye party tonight. I’ll just relax a little.” She slipped off her clothes before reclining on the bed. “Ah, this is heaven.” Ten minutes later she was sound asleep.

  Geneva went over to her closet and pulled out the outfit she had bought specially for the party, a black camisole dress that could easily be mistaken for a piece of lingerie. “Not quite age appropriate but, oh hell, I’m gonna catch a man tonight.” She chuckled as she shrugged off her towel and slid the dress over her naked body. “It’s playtime.”

  Ten dance partners later, Geneva found herself at the bar, almost gulping down a rum and coke. She leaned against the bar, trying to catch her breath. A light sheen of perspiration covered her body making her glisten under the club’s strobe lights.

  “Have any energy left?”

  Geneva turned to her right and looked into a pair of the most delicious lips she had ever seen, they were framed by a sexy goatee. Her breath caught in her throat. “Huh?”

  “Do you want to dance?” he asked loudly, forcing Geneva’s eyes up, which was a mistake. Unbelievably long eyelashes outlined sensuous chocolately eyes. “Would you like to dance?” he repeated.

  “Sure.”

  He grabbed her hand and pulled her out on the dance floor. Suddenly Soulja Boy cranked through the speakers and Geneva broke off into the Superman. Her dance partner stood back and gave her room. A small crowd surrounded her.

  “Damn, I didn’t know the Soul Train dancers were going to be here tonight,” he teased when the song ended and a roar of approval went up from her admirers.

  “Thanks,” Geneva said a little embarrassed by all the attention. She didn’t want to tell him that her teenage nephew had taught her the dance. They stood awkwardly on the dance floor, glancing at each other. “Kevin Thompson,” he offered.

  “Geneva. It’s nice meeting you.” She turned to go but a Sade song began playing and for the second time that night Kevin grabbed her hand.

  “Let’s dance.”

  She nodded and leaned into him. They were quiet as they listened to the music. Geneva rested her head on his chest and Kevin closed his eyes before gently resting his chin on her head. Kevin’s hand ran softly up and down her back while they danced. Geneva’s eyes widened when she felt Kevin’s hardness pressing against her. She didn’t protest when Kevin cupped her behind, drawing her even closer. “You feel good,” he whispered in her ear and she snuggled even tighter to him.

  They danced quietly each lost in their own thoughts. A T-Pain song startled Geneva out of her daydream, blinking as though she had just woken up, she pulled away from Kevin. “I’m sorry,” she said sheepishly. “I love Sade, her songs take me to another world.”

  Kevin cleared his throat. “Me too,” he agreed and wondered how he could inconspicuously adjust himself.

  She smiled up at him. “I guess I better go now.”

  “Come talk to a brotha.” He led her into a dark corner. “Whassup Geneva? What was going on on the dance floor?” he asked.

  “We’re just two people who love to dance,” she responded, her tone matter of fact.

  “Come on, you know it’s more than that. This tells you that it’s more than that.” Before Geneva could protest, Kevin grabbed her hand and placed it over his hard dick. She inhaled sharply.

  “Yeah, that’s right. That’s what you’re doing to me.”

  Geneva dared a look in his eyes, they begged her to fuck him. That one look ignited her clit.

  “Kevin?” She gasped before opening her mouth and inviting his tongue in. He groaned deep in his throat when their tongues met. Kevin palmed a breast. “Let’s go to my room,” Geneva whispered when they pulled apart.

  Two seconds later they were cutting their way through the throngs of people. They fell into the first empty elevator. Kevin pressed her against the wall and slid his hands up her dress. “You know you’re not wearing any underwear don’t you?” he said softly.

  “I do.” She grasped his bottom and squeezed it. “Are you wearing any?” It was hard to tell, as his penis was straining against his zipper. She reached down between them and grabbed his shaft. He thrust his hips forward and grinded against her hand.

  Geneva reached out and pushed the big red button to stop the elevator. It slid to a standstill. She winked at him.

  “Oh, you’re bad,, you know that someone will be investigating this soon?”

  “That just means that I have to make it quick and dirty, don’t you think?”

  “I do,” he answered with a leer.

  “Well, let’s get busy,” she pecked him on the lips before unbuckling his belt. His pants button was next. She fixed him with a gaze while inching down his zipper. The look was almost mocking him, but it turned him on, and his dick was practically begging to be freed.

  Geneva pulled down his navy blue boxer briefs and his penis sprang out. She smiled then licked her lips, savoring her imminent treat. Chestnut colored, it was bigger and thicker than she had imagined. She reached out to touch it, Kevin stiffened with anticipation. Suddenly they heard a voice and Geneva froze.

  “Is every one okay?” the disembodied voice asked.

  “We are,” Kevin shouted, finding his voice.

  “Did somebody accidently hit the stop button?” he asked.

  Geneva and Kevin exchanged glances, they stifled their laughter.

  “No,” Geneva managed to squeak out.

  “Okay. We’ll need to troubleshoot and will get you out of there soon. Don’t panic, it’ll be okay.” He clicked off.

  “We probably have about five minutes before they realize what we had done,” Geneva said. Kevin nodded.

  Geneva grasped Kevin’s dick. It pulsed in her hand. “Let’s do this.” She stroked it and Kevin groaned. “If you like that, then you’re going to love this.” She dropped to her knees and swiped her tongue over the tip of his penis, then blew a wisp of warm air.

  “Suck it!”

  Geneva smiled up at him. “Gladly.”

  Kevin shuddered with desire when Geneva’s hot lips enveloped his head. She gently sucked his tip while running her
tongue over his smooth head. Cum mixed with her spit made her movements smooth and slick.

  Kevin bent his legs while his hips began moving back and forth. Geneva groaned as his dick dipped deep in her mouth and she cupped his ass urging him to go faster and even deeper.

  “Shit baby your mouth feels so good.” He panted. Just then the elevator began moving and Geneva sensing the urgency, increased her movements. Kevin inhaled sharply then pushed his hips forward, hitting the back of Geneva’s throat. She felt his throbbing, vibrating dick in her mouth, then his salty cum. She swallowed it, without any hesitation. Dazed, Kevin slumped against the elevator wall and uttered, “Damn!”

  Geneva was adjusting her dress and Kevin was zipping up his pans when the elevator doors swooshed open to a crowd. There were gasps of surprise then cheers. “Yo, rock on man. Whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. We’ll catch the next one.” The doors closed to loud clapping.

  Kevin and Geneva grinned at one another. The elevator stopped on her floor and they walked off, Kevin’s legs were still a little wobbly. He wrapped his arms around Geneva’s waist. “You do know that they have cameras in the elevators.”

  “Oh shit!” Geneva muttered.

  “Don’t worry, they won’t show up on YouTube,” Kevin said, trying to reassure her.

  “How do you know?”

  “It’s a lawsuit waiting to happen. And I bet every security guard who saw it was jacking off, because you did such a great job sucking me off.”

  Geneva flushed and squeezed his behind. They made it to her room, Geneva swiped her key card, and they tumbled inside.

  “Let me take this off.” Kevin pulled Geneva’s dress over her head, he whistled softly. “Gorgeous babe.” Her cinnamon hued skin glowed softly.

  Without a word, Geneva quickly stripped Kevin down to his boxer briefs, he quickly pulled those off. “Hi again.” She ran her hands over his dick. It reminded her of an oversize cucumber.

  “Yeah, he likes you,” Kevin drawled. He scooped her up and carried her to the bed.

  “No! Not the bed,” Geneva protested. “Give it to me against the wall. I wanna ride you.”

  Kevin groaned softly. “Damn, I was right, you are my type of lady. A straight up freak.”

  “You bring the freak out in me,” Geneva whispered in his ear as she wrapped her legs around Kevin’s waist and her arms around his neck while he lifted her and pinned her against the wall.

  She hungrily kissed him. Suddenly she felt Kevin’s probing, her eyes popped open. “Hold on, I don’t remember seeing you wrapping that thing up.”

  “Shit! I got caught up,” he quickly apologized. “I have something in my pants.” He kissed Geneva before releasing her. With eagle eyes, Geneva watched as he pulled a Magnum condom out of his pants pocket, ripped it open and rolled it onto his penis. “Sorry,” he said sheepishly.

  “No probs. I wanna live. Come finish what you started,” she said. Kevin’s eyes widened when Geneva began stroking her breasts, her nipples hardening. “Why don’t you come and do this for me.”

  Instead Kevin cupped her ass and her legs found their way around his waist again. “Sorry babe, but I just wanna hit it now. Is that all right with you?” he asked. Before Geneva could answer he slid into her pussy, she arched her back and tightened her grip on his waist.

  “You got some amazing shit baby!” She felt like she was on fire. Kevin carried Geneva over to the bed. “But,” Geneva began to protest, but Kevin cut it off with a kiss.

  “This will make you feel good too.” Sweat poured from his face. With Geneva on her back Kevin instructed her to straddle his shoulders, then he slid his dick in her. Geneva felt as though she had been electrified.

  “You’re wonderful!”

  Kevin grunted.

  Geneva grabbed the sheets and matched Kevin’s thrusts. Their moans mingled together into a sensual song. All of a sudden, Kevin’s speed increased and Geneva knew that he was getting close to his release. She closed her legs tighter allowing his dick to press against her clit. For the second time that evening she felt the surge began, she began screaming. Kevin moved with her, pushing her over the edge. Her body writhed with passion and Kevin’s release came right after hers.

  Moments later they drifted off to sleep.

  “Oh shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!” Geneva muttered to herself. Bits and pieces of the night before meshed together for a picture that made her almost want to throw up. “I can’t deal with that now. I’ve got to go.” She tip toed around her room. Fortunately her bags were packed. She threw on a sweat suit, grabbed her purse and bag. She was halfway to the door when Kevin called out to her.

  “Hey, where you going?”

  “I’ve got to catch a flight,” she called over her shoulder.

  “Come on back.”

  Geneva gave him one last look before turning on her heel and slamming the door behind her.

  Four hours later, Geneva was pushing her front door open. Home at last, she thought wearily. She hated traveling.

  “Hey baby, welcome home.”

  Sprawled across her leather couch in a G-string and nothing else was, Amber, her live in lover of six years. Her tiredness instantly evaporated, she raced across the room, gathered Amber in her arms and buried her face in her breasts.

  “Hey babe, I missed you.”

  CHAPTER 3

  Yo, Sexcapades of a Brotha, I’m in love with a good friend of mine. We’ve been friends for five years. When I met her she was in a relationship. When that ended, I was getting ready to make my move, but she started dating someone else, then I started a relationship. I care about my girl, but I’m not in love with her. She’s mean, selfish and stingy with sex. What should I do?

  --Man in Limbo

  You’re asking me what to do? Come on man, ditch your girl, do that first, as soon as you finish reading this. Mean, selfish and stingy with sex, unless she’s shitting gold bars, she’s useless, cut her loose. Now with your girl out the picture tell your friend how you feel. You might be surprised she might be feeling the same way, but don’t want to ruin your friendship. You’d never know unless you say something. Be cool about it and if she’s not on the same page as you, don’t turn into a little bitch, that will definitely put an end to your friendship. Just play it cool. Peace.

  Devon McCall re-read Sexcapades of a Brotha’s advice, he was dead-on as usual. He nodded his head in agreement. “I need to tell Jada how I feel,” he muttered, “but when?” He was stretched out on the bed naked, relaxing after a shower.

  “So, how do you like this?” Miranda, his girlfriend of a year, strutted into the room, wearing a red thong and bra with four-inch stilettos. His dick jumped to attention. He set his Smartphone on the nightstand, splayed his legs open then began stroking his pole.

  “Come here!” he ordered.

  Miranda shook her head. “Why? All you’re going to do is try to fuck me and I’m not in the mood.”

  Devon continued to stroke his dick slowly rubbing his hand up and down his big cock. “So you’re going to just tease me? You come out here half naked showing all your assets,” he said half-jokingly, but could feel the familiar burn of frustration simmering. He stared longingly at her breasts spilling out of her bra. He stopped long enough to reach into his nightstand for a tube of jelly. He squirted it on his penis, tossed the tube aside and grasped his dick. He reached down and cupped his balls, then gingerly fondled them.

  Miranda rolled her eyes. “I wasn’t expecting to be subjected to a porn show. All I wanted to do was show you what I bought shopping.” She headed back to the bathroom, her ass jiggling. Devon moaned at the sight.

  “Come on, don’t go,” Devon begged and he hated himself for it. If it was left up to her, they would sex only once a year and maybe on his birthday. He stayed with her because she was the boss’s daughter and breaking up with her might result in him losing his job. Devon thought it was ironic that when they first started dating Miranda had pursued him relentlessly. Back then the sex
was frequent, sometimes three times a day, but no longer. “Let’s do it, I’ll be quick.”

  Miranda rolled her eyes a second time. “Okay just don’t mess up my hair, I just got it done. Moesha and I are going out for drinks tomorrow so I don’t want to sweat it out.” She glared at Devon, he was staring at her. “Did you hear me?”

  Devon shook his head, he had zoned out after she had agreed to the sex. “Yeah, don’t mess up the hair, sure I gotcha, come on.”

  Miranda strolled to the bed and warily eyed her boyfriend. “I don’t have all night and I don’t want my hair messed up,” she repeated.

  Devon jumped off the bed. “I heard you. I have the perfect position, bend over,” he ordered.

  “What?” Miranda sputtered.

  “Doggie style, it’ll be quick and dirty, and you won’t mess up your hair.”

  Miranda rolled her eyes, an expression that Devon had learned early on was Miranda’s reaction to anything that she didn’t like. “I guess,” she snapped. She stuck her thumbs in the waistband of her thong and began sliding it off, Devon’s mouth watered. Although Miranda’s attitude stank, her body was banging. At 38-24-36 her body was dangerous and he was ready to get into trouble. Miranda bent over, her hands palm down on the bed. “Well, hurry up,” she called over her shoulder. Devon’s dick throbbed at the image of Miranda’s upturned ass.

  “I’m coming,” Devon muttered. Very soon, he thought to himself. He sidled up behind her and caressed her unblemished ass. He loved her perfectly rounded behind, he wanted to kiss it, even lick it but he knew that would piss her off. As though she knew what he was considering, she sighed deeply then glared at him. “I’m about to stick it in now.”