A sample from my novel, "The Makings of a Man"

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The ladies came back late that night as promised.  After working long hours at the late night fast food restaurant, Babygirl and Bianca looked equally tired.  After some cordial conversation, Talent and Bianca disappeared into a back room of the apartment and left Babygirl and me alone in the silence of the moment.  I broke the silence by offering a tired woman a massage.

        

“Of course.  Are you any good?” she inquired.

“I do okay for myself,” I assured her.  

She lay down on the floor of the living room and allowed my hands to investigate the curves beneath her uniform.  Her body was firm, yet soft and yielded to the slight pressure I applied.  The soft moans she released from time to time were confirmation my desires were eager to be accepted.  I interrupted her comfort to escort her to the bedroom where the physical arousal would continue. 

The massage continued.  I moistened my hands with lotion and allowed them to explore the terrain. 

“Is it ok if I unhook this,” I asked, referring to her bra strap.

“No, go ahead,” she whispered softly.

I asked because I didn’t want to violate her expectations.  I was also journeying into uncharted waters and didn’t want to come off the wrong way.  Every fiber in my being wanted to be with her the more I caressed her body.  My thoughts begin to play tricks on me as my body stiffened with anticipation. 

Up until this point, another woman had never aroused me other than Lady.  Sure, I had laid with Sandra on two occasions, but my mind was never there.  And without the mind, the body fails to perform to its fullest potential.  

Though I barely knew the woman, I had watched her from afar for nearly a year.  I felt connected to Babygirl in a way I had never felt before.  I wanted to lie with her.  I wanted to show her all the love and affection pent up inside of me.  I wanted to perform like I had never done before.

Our lips met in the darkness and our hands undressed each other, guided only by the memories of our imaginations.  The light from the moon peeked in from the open shades and reflected off of the firmness of her naked body.  

My pulse raced faster than it had ever done before.  The pace of our breathing heightened beyond measure.  My kisses traveled from her lips to the nape of her neck, from her hardened nipple to the edge of her belly button.  The journey ended between her thighs and at this moment, our two souls became one.