The District of Columbia is a city full of transplants. It is rare to meet an actual Washingtonian, someone born and raised in the city and actually still lives here.
Graham was an older gentleman, of good heritage and pedigree. In another time, Graham would not have been allowed to comingle with someone such as myself. He was the great-grandson of one of the first Black Porters at the White House, a distant relative of Duke Ellington, a Jack and Jill member, educated at Howard University, and highly respected in his community.
Graham held a top secret clearance and some high-level position at the NSA. Due to his career, he led a mostly sheltered life. He did not drink alcohol, he did not smoke, he had never even been to Love Nightclub, I mean damn!!! He was always very kind when we went out but he was not my cup of tea. He didn’t speak much and I often found myself talking more than I prefer trying to keep a conversation going. I was about to drop him from the roll until one night we met at this cheap dive bar off Georgia avenue. I had only planned on meeting him for a few drinks before meeting up with Loni and Jocelyn for dinner. After about 2 drinks I was ready to ditch him. He never really had much to say about anything. I wasn’t sure why he even kept inviting me out because it didn’t seem as if he liked me much. I suspected he was lonely and needed some regular company since he was recently divorced and living alone. Which I would have been fine with except I could go to dinner alone and have a better conversation.
“I am about to head out,” I motioned for the bartender to come over.
“I will get that,” he said looking a little disappointed. He then leaned in and whispered in my ear, “I thought I had more time with you,” he grabbed my right hand and simultaneously touched my bare thigh. His touch felt familiar and foreign all at the same time. “I thought maybe we could go somewhere else, anywhere you like, I just want to be with you. Besides,”
He leaned in closer, “I know you aren’t wearing any panties under that skirt,” His voice was mannish and lusty like sticky caramel on a hot day. It was tempting but I had plans that involved meeting new dicks and here he was trying to make me rethink his termination.
“I...I have plans with friends, remember I told you,” I tried to untangle myself from his hold and the bar stool but he held on.
“Anji, let me come with you.” He peered into my eyes and I suddenly understood that horrid glare dudes get when they hear this from their girlfriend. Come with me?
“No, I don’t think... I was really planning on spending some time with both of my friends. We haven’t all been together since Loni moved to LA. I have to go and honestly, you’ll feel uncomfortable.” I kissed him on the cheek to reassure him. He grabbed the back of my neck giving me a throaty kiss with motivated verve. I was dizzy in the moment and thought maybe I would keep him around to see what else he could do with that mouth.
“I will text you soon,” I smiled and blew him a kiss.
I met my two favorite friends Loni and Jocelyn at Sax Lounge. We wanted a fancy dinner and to be entertained by beautiful women without having to tip each one. The Sax Lounge was the perfect combination of upscale dining with a modern burlesque style show with both male and female dancers.
Loni, Jocelyn and I were long time partners in crime. Those bitches knew too much shit about me to ever piss them off. I cared about them more than anyone. They were my points of contact; they each had a spare key to my apartment as I was terrified of dying alone and having my cat eat my face. I don’t even have a cat but anyway, so you get how close I was to these women. And even though we shared everything from the last shit we took to how many times we masturbated in a single day. Loni had me beat at 9; I left this polyamorous lifestyle out of the conversation.
It wasn’t that I was ashamed. Loni and Jocelyn were not those kinds of friends. I could probably tell them I murdered someone and they would at least send me care packages in prison. Now those are real friends. But since I had no real idea or blueprint of what I was doing I didn’t want to have to explain it to anyone. It didn’t even make sense to me and honestly, I couldn’t believe I was actually getting away with it.
Every man that I met, I made abundantly clear that I was seeing other people and there should be no expectations of exclusivity. I also had some clear rules about conduct.
My hard and solid rule was NO SLEEPOVERS- And do not ask me to participate in any activity deemed for “girlfriends” don’t ask me to meet your family, to attend any family events, weddings, funerals, graduations, etc. Most of the men I met appreciated my honesty. The reality is most men really don’t require much.
Either way, I was just discovering who I was and what I wanted. I didn’t want to be confused by others opinions and judgments about it so I kept it to myself.
After the dinner and show, we danced like teenagers until about midnight when we all started complaining about how our feet hurt. I noticed Graham’s text when I ordered a car to drive me home.
"Hope you are having a good time
How about breakfast tomorrow?"
The next afternoon I went to Graham's home. It was a renovated foursquare brick home with the original wood floors and working fireplace. It was decorated beautifully with original Black American art gracing the pale gray walls. Antiques and heirlooms handed down from several generations of Washingtonians. He cared nothing for any it. He was so unpretentious and humble. I saw a different man in the sunlight standing before me in his kitchen, wearing a black ribbed tank top with the sun bouncing off the golden slithers of hair on his muscular arms. I wanted him to kiss me the way he did the night before. I wished I had not worn panties.
We moved from the kitchen table to a sofa in the family room which promptly ended up on the floor. I still have carpet burns from that day. The full force of his lower body connected us without words. It was the only way we would communicate. My legs spread wide like a lazy W with my feet tucked under his legs. His hand gripped my throat and he demanded, “Open your eyes, I want you to see who is making you feel this way,” he kept on, penetrating like an earth auger and my eyes closed at will. “Look at me,” his gaze fierce and dominate like I had never seen before. It was exhilarating, submitting to this presumably timid man with a grip around my neck that made my body quake. He let go at the perfect moment for me to burst all over his cock wet and creamy circles painted the condom as he pulled out. “Turn your ass over,” he backed up and slapped my ass as I gathered myself on all fours and lowered the top half of my body to the carpet. I was so turned on and to think I was about to let him go. He teased my pussy with the tip of his cock, petting and jabbing around it without sticking it in. “The next time, I tell you I want you, what are you going to do?”
The question struck me just like the first stroke, “Huh?” his body was filling mine with sensations that disabled my brain.
He lifted the top half of me towards him and whispered assertively in my ear, “The next time, I tell you I want you, you better not deny me,” he gripped my neck and hips with each hand, “Did you hear me?” He kept fucking me with such ferocity there was no holding back what was about to come. “Answer me,” he turned my head and covered my mouth with his. My body trembled in ungodly ways as I howled in wicked desire and collapsed to the carpet. It was only 2pm.
That day Graham earned a spot on my top 5 list because of his dominant sexual nature. My mistake was underestimating his level of freak. I should have known it is always the quiet ones that come with surprises.
Erotic Blog, NSFW