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through, the chocolate tasted so sweet and felt so good, it was worth the torturous, long wait.
Marissa released a deep sigh of regret. She supposed she’d have to please herself until the next time she was in the arms of her thugaliscious chocolate lover.
But in the meantime, she’d continue to fantasize about the sexual fulfillment and emotional freedom of being a woman who treated herself to the pleasure of two sweet and tasty lovers.
Damn, she sure wished could grip up RJ and clone him.
K. Elliott presents Fantasy

Headhunter
Anna J.
“So, what time can I meet up with him?”
    “Tonight at eight o’clock, and make sure you wear that sexy red dress we picked out.”
Being me can be so wonderful at times. I mean, what better job to have than a Headhunter? I get to pick my own schedule, and I come and go as I please. My clientele is made up of women that know exactly what they want—a nice long dick with a strong back attached to it. What better way to start your day?
I travel nationwide to give them exactly what they are looking for. Now, my family thinks I work for the airlines; that’s why I’m always gone. But, in all actuality, I’m “working” the airlines on a more personal level. Let’s just say when you develop a relationship with a couple of pilots, you get to fly for free. Feel me?
Everything I do is real discreet, so the last thing you have to worry about is your business getting out. I usually get my clients from hearsay . . . my clients telling their girl-friends, etc. My services are not cheap by a long shot; that’s why I perform like I’m doing it for TV. You just tell me what you are looking for in a man—or woman if you just want some tongue game—and I headhunt for you. Now, I’m not guaranteeing a relationship or marriage, but I can insure a night of total satisfaction.
Right now I’m on my way to meet Sadiq, who is a Cuban, Haitian, and Africa- American bundle of muscle. Standing six feet even, and weighing in at two-forty, man, I almost kept him for damn myself. He has to have the whitest teeth I’ve ever seen on a man so chocolate. Impressed, my client, put in such an order; but more important, she requested he have at least a footlong tool. Honestly I thought that would be the hardest part of my job, but you’d be surprised at how many men don’t mind showing you what they’re working with.
I met Sadiq in Jamaica at a Hedonism event. I don’t usually participate, I’m more of a voyeur. At events like this it’s strictly business. I go to look for potentials for my client base so that I know whom to pass off to. In a setting like this, I can see them in action and see what they are packing. That way, when someone has a request, I know whom to call.
When I saw Sadiq my mouth fell open involuntarily. I was coming from the pool, and was on my way to change for brunch, when I walked past his room. The only rule I think they have is if you are engaging in sex you have to leave the door open. I saw him from the back at first, and I had to step back and look again because I liked his skin tone.
Sadiq had a sexy little Latino woman twisted like a damn pretzel. From my position at the door, I could see him driving into her with so much force I almost came—and he wasn’t even sexing me. Getting bold with it, I took a seat in the room and took notes on the stationary that was sitting on the desk.
His body had a light sheen of sweat that made him personify melting chocolate on her skin. His nipples were about two shades darker than his complexion, and he sported a nipple ring on the right that looked scrumptious. His jet-black hair and full goatee was the same color, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
He moved inside of her with long, slow strokes that had my walls pulsating and had my clit jumping against the fabric of my bathing suit. The entire time he was inside of her our eyes locked. The Latino woman moaned like she hoped it never ended, and I wished we could swap positions.
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