Lying on my bed beneath a ceiling fan, my nipples harden as the cool air
blows across 'em. It is a warm Sunday afternoon and I'm butt ass naked. The
sun is streaming into my room, but the room is not humid. Deep in thought,
unconsciously I begin to stroke my nipples - old habits are hard to break.
I've been strongly considering my New Year's Resolution - "Perform my poems
at open mics". I've decided to go out and "show 'em what I'm made of". My
poems spring forth from my private thoughts and innermost feelings -- erotic
and freaky. It is time to express and time to do - do it all. I feel a
familiar stirring in my stomach that I know will move to my clit. I roll
over on my stomach (smiling and thinking to myself - this is my favorite
position). This is when I decided to telephone Sachi.
Ahhhh yeahhh. Sachi is definitely a Nubian Queen, 5ft.6in, long-legged and
dark-skinned. She wears her hair in in in loose curls with a bang. She
always looks enticing. Little does she know - she has inspired one of the
poems I will recite that night. Sachi manages the Sunday Poetry Reading, at
SACHI's. I've never mentioned to her during my many visits that I, too, am a
writer of poetry as well as erotic stories.
Her image plays across my mind and I forget that I'm supposed to be calling
her. The way she greets everyone that graces her establishment is 'da shit.
Always making a small physical contact with the many women who walk in. Damn
when she smiles, the tip of her tongue always swipes her top lip - leaving it
wet. Yah, I've been checking her out quite a bit. Personally I have yet to
know her, but damn I sure would love to - enjoy her. Well, no time for
mixing business and pleasure. Putting my thoughts to the task at hand I dial
Sachi? This is Meoke. I'm a patron of your establishment. Oh yes, Meoke.
I remember you. You've become a regular at my place. It's good to be
hearing from you. How can I help you? Sachi, I'd like to perform this
Sunday evening. Is that possible? But of course, she says. I had no idea
you are a writer of poetry. Hmmm. It apperars there's deepness within
Meoke's watas. We both laugh a bit. We discuss the particulars and
guidelines. Sachi says, "I will see you then".
I hang up the telephone and there are flutterings have replaced the lusty
stirrings that were in my stomach. I'VE DONE IT. Now, I begin another
part of my life. First I choose the poems and the order in which they will
be performed. Mainly I do this for continuity and the maximum effect upon
the audience. My intention is to stir the watas.
The first one will be in tribute to Sachi, herself - Nubian Sister, Lips and
then Caramel Frappe to name a few. Now to chose an outfit. I want to appeal
to the ladies both physically and verbally. Reach into their hearts and make
them a bit excited.
Aiming for this desired result, I wear a black halter dress made of
light-weighted wool that has a hint of spandex interwoven into it. It hugs
my breasts and hips, but does not pinch or bunch up around my waistline and
back. The dress has a chiffon scarf attached, which ties around the neck.
The feel of the chiffon against my necks brings a shiver to my back and a
memory of another time to my mind's eye.
Hmmmmm. Yesss, tie my hands and
feet with chiffon, lick my clit until I moan. Sit on my face - that is the
perfect place. to my self. Guuurrl. You are nasty. Yes. I like
it hot and nasty, what can I say.
Hmmmm. I put on sheer black hose by
Kalvin Clein -- always did appreciate Kalvin's hose because they felt so good
against my skin. Also I wear my favorite pumps. They are black leather with
gold-tone spike heels. Staring approvingly at the way my ass angles upward,
because of the height of the pumps, I can feel my clit pressing against the
front of my silk thongs. Guurl. I think, my fuck me pumps - got'ta love
'em. Remembering the times, hmmmmm.
If nothing else I'm feeling quite sexy,
confident and am "ret to go". I look in my full-length mirror. Turn this
way and that way. Yesssss,. I apply a bit of lip moisturizer and lick my
lips a bit. Like the snap of a finger, I get a funky sensation. I must
admit my aura is quite seductive. See I've not had a lover in quite some
time and am also feeling a need. Slowly, I slide my hands over my breasts
while looking at my reflection in the mirror. My nipples stand up at the
touch of palms. Gently, I squeeze one nipple then the other with my
fingertips. I look in the mirror -- Time to go Luv (I say to myself). I
gather my things into my black handbag and I'm out.
I arrive at SACHI's. The atmosphere is and always has been electric. Upon
that first step through the doorway my senses are heightened and enlightened.
Women, Women, Women (I think to myself and I smile). My reason for first
coming to Sachi's --- there is always a variety of intelligent and talented
women here. As well, there are many who are single that come to mingle, get
freaky, and perhaps begin new relationships -- whether they be long-term or
for one night.
Ahhhh SACHI's my kind of place. Shitttt. Here she comes. As she walks
towards me I can hardly believe my eyes. Short black leather skirt hugging
her hips, black waist length jacket of faux fur with a Kalvin brassiere
(grrrrrrr) and lace garter with silk stockings, and fuck-me-pumps. Is she
wearing panties? I can feel the moisture between my legs and the heat starts
to rise. Meoke stop, business first. She lightly touches my side and slides
her hand across my back as she says hello. Damn, I know my nipples are
standing. I get a faint hint of her essence, which mingles with Egyptian
Meoke, she says, I see you are excited to be here. Sexily I
look her in the eyes, but say nothing. Intentionally and slowly, my eyes
move down, admiring the "V" of her breasts. Seeing my tongue slowly slide
into that "V" and up again. I know she's been watching me. It's time she
knew. No shit, as if she doesn't. Look at that smile on her lips. Sachi
says, I'd like you to stay around after the show. Relax until I've closed
the place. I place my hand lightly on her hip. That will be the second spot
I taste. She slides her hand to my shoulder and kisses my cheek. Ahhh,
there's the first trickling of cum. My silk thong is wet. I take her hand
from shoulder, turn it and lightly kiss her palm. Smiling I say, I'll be
here. I'm feeling her and am going to carry this forward in my performance.
This is my first time. I can feel the audience of women. The aura is
heightening and it's become more crowded. I decide to have a bit of brandy
and of course bottle water. I see lots of familiar faces as I sip the
brandy. No one knows I'll be performing, I asked to remain anonymous until
its my time. I'm enjoying myself and converstion is good and flowing
tonight. God is with me. I silently thank him. Raine walks over to me and
I did not even see her. Meoke, you okay. We both laugh.
Raine is a long time friend. I've much love for her. Both being Leos, we
dare not become physical, but the attraction has always been there. She's
sassy and I love a sassy woman. Raine is an entreprenaur and has traveled
the world. Her portfolio contains numerous interviews with notable
producers, performers and the list goes on. She is also a scriptwriter and
vacation resort critic for a prominent PR firm. One of our shared passions
Raine says, Gurrl you looked like you were somewhere else. Come back now.
Wake Up. We both laugh. Yeah you're right. I was deep in thought.
Smiling, I check out Raine. Good gracious. Petite but tall, small perky
breasts, shit the woman never wears a bra. That's one of the things I like
about her. She's a free spirit, has a bootey I could sleep on and nice
hips. Hmm. She's beautiful. Almond shaped eyes and full lips with skin the
color of cocoa. Raine is wearing black slacks, and a see-through black lame,
top. I smile, she's wearing the gold necklace with an ankh a gift from me.
We hug and kiss each other's cheek. I order her a cuevo gold-margarita. I
know its that's her drink. Raine smiles at me and gently pats my butt. We
smile, make toast and drink to each other. I've not told her about my plans
for tonight. While talking, I'm aware the hour is almost at hand. I'm glad
Raine is next to me as her presence is strengthening and definitely
comforting. The houselighting changes and Sachi is standing on stage.
Greetings to everyone, she says. Blessed be we all - it is by God's grace we
are here. Amen and Praise Him are the response. Ladies, our performance
artist tonight is MEOKE. Everyone is applauding.
My heart is beating fast and I look at Raine. She's standing there next to
me and tears are in her eyes. Tears of joy. Softly she says, you go
gurrrrrrl. Do 'em. Make 'em wet. Raine knows the extent of my work and has
never pushed. Hoping that I reach this point - sharing my work. She's my
Boo, far sho.
Slowly and sensuously I walk to the stage. Sachi is smiling and watches my
approach. I strut my stuff fa sho. I'm at the stage and Sachi reaches out
her hand to me. When I touch her fingers, I feel that second trickling of
cum. I smile, step-up on the stage. Ladies, please let us thank Sachi for
all she is and has done for our community. More applauds. She lightly bows
her head with her hands clasped under her breasts in thanks to the audience
and steps away.
Then I begin. In tribute to our host is my first piece, Nubian Queen. I
look over the crowd and draw them in. I'm feel'n them and they me. At the
end of the piece, I look up and see Sachi across the room. She licks her
lips and I feel that third trickling of cum. I smile, pause for a minute and
continue. Thinking, little does she know. Slowly I lick my finger and touch
my top lip. I look into a few women's eyes and speak to them. Reach out to
them with my words. Slowly accentuating each word with my provocative body
language. I smoothly run my hands down my hips. I can feel the heat in the
room rise and see moisture form on some top lips in the first few rows.
It's happening. Shit I know it is, because I'm vibing off of them. My words
flow like the cum of a lover when she's reached the final orgasm. Sensuosly,
hot, pounding out each word when needed. Gasping, moan and sighing, I hold
nothing back. I keep on until I have no more to give. When I'm done I'm
definitely moist, warm and have a fuzzy feeling that I've never experienced
before. I slightly lower my head. Glasses are clinking, bravos are floating
up to me. Folks are actually standing. I am truly happy and the crowd has
enjoyed me. What more could I ask of them but that.
Amidst all of the grats and kudos, I finally make way back to where Raine is.
She is beaming, smiling and teary eyed. Now I am the same. I am so
flushed. Sachi, has arranged everything. She has already ordered champagne
and has a nice table ready. We sit and toast. She's even included my
closest friend in the celebration. This makes me feel for her even more.
She is so thoughtful. Sachi sits with us for some time and then returns back
to her niche, as host. Women stop by the table expressing their happiness
and such. Oh what a night. I had no idea the show would consist only of me.
Raine is looking at me while I am in thought. Sachi must have been curious
about me also. I wondered how long she'd been checking me out. I have her
from day one. Raine touches my cheek, mon dieu. Are you okay. I smile.
She smiles and we talk on, listen to music and just hangout.
The evening is drawing to an end. A few are lingering and speak to Sachi.
Raine has left with a friend of hers and we promised dinner the next evening.
I say, my gurrl, rock her world Sassy we laugh and they leave. Lucky is the
other woman, Raine is beautiful people. I get up and go to the ladies room.
I check myself in the mirror. Yesss. Still looking hot and feeling
veryyyyyyy sexy. Champagne has that effect on me.
When I get back to the main room everyone is gone. The lighting is low but
not dark. I look around, then at the stage. She's sitting there looking at
me. She smiles that smile and licks her top lip. Damnnnn. There's that
another trickling. Sitting on the a stool, legs spread, those fuck-me-pumps
one foot up on toe the other stretched full length to the side. Hmmmmm, she
has on no panties - love's xtasy. Sachi slides open the front of her
jacket. The "V" - so enticing. I swear I hear her breasts speak to me,
they say come to Daddi "V". I do and there's another trickling of cum by
thong is soaked and I want see more of her. As I approach the stage, she
says "Meoke. It's time to begin. The future is Our's. I place my tongue
where my mind's eye was earlier and life is sweet. Yessssss. Indeed it is.