Zane's Busy Bodies: Chocolate Flava 4

Doing Bris
by R. W. Shannon

Birthday Special: The Gift of
Trois by Cee Wonder

Man at Work
by Harold Armstrong

The Siren
by Eva Hore

Prime Piece of Property
by Nadia

On the Eve of Tomorrow
by Ran Walker

After Dark
by Niyah Moore

Destiny
by Camille Blue

In the Dark
by SA Brown

The Other Side of Midnight
by Elissa Gabrielle

Tammy’s Seminar
by Jeremy Edwards

So Much for Rules
by W. Biddle Street

A Soldier for Cupcake
by Shaniqua Holt

Club Head
by Gemini Blaque

Hard Times
by Lynn Lake

Dirty
by Carla S. Pennington

Lunch Break
by T. Ariez

The Dinner Party
by Damian Lott

One-Hour Proof
by Asali

Me and Mr. Jones
by Michelle Allen

Shadow Dancer
by Landon Dixon

Keeping Him
by Cynthia Marie

Intimate Strangers
by Michelle Janine Robinson

Twins
by Jusme

Sleigh Ride
by Amazonia

Coosawhatchie
by Zane

About the Contributors

About Zane

R. W. Shannon

It was a typical Tuesday afternoon. I had the place to myself, so, I thought, why the hell not? The cool air flowed in through my open windows, but I was careful to close the blinds. I wiggled my hips to the smooth sounds of the radio as I stepped out of my teal shorts. My gray tank top was already on the floor. I walked around the living room of my Georgetown condo, squeezing the full globes of my tits as my pussy moistened. My boyfriend, Jason, had moved in over the weekend and his boxes were everywhere. I maneuvered around them to gaze at my nude body in the hallway mirror.

My dark chocolate skin was covered with a fine layer of sweat from my hour-long jog around the park. I fingered my dark brown nipples until they hardened. My breath hitched as I watched myself run my hands down my torso to curve around the shaved mound between my legs. My brown eyes sparkled with mischief. Turning, I looked at my full ass in the mirror. I smacked the taut muscle before bending over. I realized, too late, that I couldn’t see my dark berry pussy from this angle and straightened up. Turning, I pointed at myself in the mirror.

“You’re so beautiful, Bris.”

I kissed my reflection in the mirror, winked, and then danced my way back into the living room and sat on the couch. Spreading my legs, I teased the soft nub of my clit. The muscle stiffened
beneath my index finger. Moaning, I leaned back against the cushions and dipped my fingers down to explore my wet cave. I thrust my finger inside, then stroked my supple wall before pulling it out and doing it again. A tingling sensation engulfed my pussy but I wasn’t ready to cum yet.

Normally, just doing this much would’ve sent me into a fit of giggles before I passed out from embarrassment. When I touched myself, I normally did it in bed, under the cover of darkness. This was all new to me. On my right was the thing that started this whole “me time”; my black cosmetic bag. I had stumbled upon it while I was making room for Jason’s things. It was my
emergency kit
. I hadn’t used it in the six months that Jason and I had been together. I hadn’t needed to. I decided to take them for one final spin before I got rid of them.

I pulled Pink Panther from the case. Panther was a slender, pink vibrator. The shaft was only five inches long. The tip curved up to perfectly caress my G-spot. I licked my lips as I twisted the base to activate the vibrate function. I held the smooth tip against my clit and squirmed as it massaged my bud, once again making me want to cum.

“Mercy . . .” I sighed.

Spreading my thighs farther apart, I thrust Panther into my pussy. My scent filled the room as the tip caressed my G-spot. My body quivered, begging me to allow it to release.
Not yet, Bris,
I told myself. The shaft was slick with my essence but I wanted to wait and see how many orgasms I could coax out of my pussy before I let Panther, and his cousin Black Stallion, go. I took Panther out and held the wet tip to my clit. The need to cum simmered. I cupped my breast and flicked my tongue over my nipple. Closing my eyes, I allowed my head to fall back
against the cushions. I shifted to hang my leg over the arm of the sofa, widening my legs.

“Oh . . . God . . . Jason,” I panted to my lover, who was still at work. “I want to cum so bad.”

“So, do it.”

I froze. Opening one eye at a time, I turned in the direction of the voice. Jason stood in the doorway, balancing my favorite flower, lilies, in one hand, Chinese takeout and his briefcase in the other. See, this was why I loved him. He was always thoughtful. Not to mention gorgeous. I got so caught up in gazing at his blue eyes, his thick black hair, and porcelain skin that I almost forgot that I was butt naked on the sofa, legs spread, with a vibrator pressed to my clit.

“Hey . . . you. You’re home early.”

Removing Panther, I let my leg drop to the floor. I blushed as he stepped closer to me to plant a kiss on my forehead. Silently, he doubled back to close the door. He moved around the boxes to set the food and flowers on the kitchen counter. I watched him. The fabric of his black suit molded around his muscular physique. I licked my lips as I again became aroused.

We met on the Metro, the blue line, as he was going home from his job as a tax accountant and I was leaving my job as a curator at the Smithsonian. We’d been eyeing each other, trading pleasantries for a year before he finally asked me out. We’d been together ever since.

“Yeah, I thought I’d surprise you.”

“Surprise,” I mumbled.

I picked up the leopard print pillow and held it in front of me. When he returned, he took the pillow from me and threw it across the room. After removing his jacket, he sat in the armchair,
positioning it so that he could see me. All of me. I gulped. I’d never done anything like this in front of him. Our sex life was, how could I say this, ka-
bam
! He was everything that I’d ever wanted in a partner, and more. He’d asked, but I’d been shy about telling him about my fantasies—what I needed, more or less. Maybe I could finally let go of this last hurdle and let him in.

“You don’t have to stop.”

“I know, but . . .”

“Bris. I’m serious. Keep going.”

“Okay.”

I didn’t know how I expected him to react when he walked in on me masturbating, but this wasn’t it. He leaned forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees. My pussy clenched. She was ready to go again. Reaching between my legs, I stroked her. She was still stiff. Each caress sent a tremor down my spine. I squirmed, trying so hard not to cum. Yet.

“Babe, I can’t see.”

I opened my legs for him. He grinned. I expected to feel weird doing this, but I didn’t. I discovered that I liked him watching me. As I stroked my clit, I caressed my left breast. My nipple tingled when the palm of my hand brushed against it. I traced a circle around the dark orb with my fingernail. I looked at him. He was unbuttoning his shirt. As his muscular chest came into view, an inch at a time, my breath caught in my throat. Oh. Damn.

“Are you wet?”

Nodding, I plunged my fingers deep into my pussy. Boy, was I wet. My essence sloshed out of my opening, dripped down the path of my skin to soak the cushions beneath me. Moaning, I bit my lip as the muscles clenched around my index and middle fingers. I pinched my rigid nipple between my fingers. My eyes
slid closed. Man. This felt so good. I almost forgot he was sitting there, watching me. I could probably cum right now and . . .

“Taste it.”

I opened my eyes. “Huh?”

His shirt was all the way off and draped over the arm of the chair. “I think you should taste yourself.”

I gasped. I’d never . . . Oh . . . fuck it . . . I removed my fingers and put them into my mouth. I was sweet with a little bit of tang. I licked my fingers clean before spreading my legs wide and pushing them as far inside me as I could. My core was moist and warm. The right temperature to cum. My thighs trembled as I traced the ridges deep in my core. My body relaxed as my pussy tensed, ready to release the orgasm that had been building.

“Jason . . .”

“Yeah?”

“I . . .”

Before I could get the rest of the sentence out, my orgasm rushed out of me. I called his name as I came. I left my fingers in place until the tremors stopped, only because I couldn’t move. Sated, I closed my eyes. My stomach growled. There was a container of sweet and sour shrimp with my name on it. I also wanted to take a quick shower before I ate. At least, I thought that was the plan.

When I looked up, he had removed his pants and was walking toward me. Clad in only a pair of boxer briefs, he removed my fingers and sucked my essence off them. My clit began to throb again. With my fingers still in his mouth, he sat beside me. My fingers slipped out of his mouth as he bent toward me and kissed me passionately.

“You taste so good.”

“Thanks.”

He kissed me on my neck. That should’ve been my first clue that he had something up his sleeve. His fingertips danced on my bare thigh. My flesh tingled where he touched. Damn. Before I could blink, my nipple was in his mouth. He suckled slowly, causing the arousal to build again in my pussy. I opened my legs to ease my pulsating clit. I moaned as his fingers inched up my thigh to find and explore my clit.

“I know you’re not done,” he whispered. “You’re still wet.”

I shivered as he stroked my opening. No, normally I wouldn’t be done, but I didn’t want to bring out Stallion. I wasn’t ready to answer the barrage of questions Stallion might cause. His feather-light caress was making my pussy clench. Panther rested on my thigh. As I moved him toward the case, the large bulge in the black snakeskin leather drew Jason’s attention.

“How many more do you have?”

“Just one.” I zipped up the case, but he took it from my hands and unzipped it. Damn it!

“You gonna use the other one?”

“I wasn’t.”

“Why not?”

He halted his words as he peered in the bag, then looked up at me with one eyebrow raised. He pulled out Stallion. This dildo was twelve inches of thick, deeply veined cock. I saw the question in Jason’s blue eyes. I knew what he was thinking: that his dick doesn’t measure up, but it did. Jason’s cock filled every inch of my pussy and satisfied me thoroughly. Suddenly uncomfortable, I sank down in the cushions of the sofa and closed my legs. I flashed him a sheepish grin while he turned it over in his hands.