:-( SEXUAL CHOCOLATE :-(

WEDNESDAY
I'm horny. It's been about three weeks since my last sexcapade and I had to cut him loose. I call Jamaican Chocolate, only to find out he didn't pay his phone bill. BASTARD. He just called me two days ago and we said we would hook up this week. Shit. I'm sitting in my office and my mind starts to daydream about my married Belizean crush (go to Wedding Crasher post to get up to speed). I imagine what his sex face looks like while I'm on top, riding him. Then I think of a brilliant plan. I know Jamaican Chocolate will call sooner or later. When he does, I'll schedule a date and we will hook up. I'll just pretend he's my Belizean prince while we're sexing. If he's really good, I'll hang on to him. I could always pop by his job, but that's just too desperate.
When I get home, I'll watch a Lexington Steele (ladies, if you want to see a dick that God dedicated extra time to make, get one of his movies) movie and jack off. He better call me.

I'm just about to put the movie in and my phone rings. IT'S HIM!!! He's calling from a payphone. "Hey there darlin' I just moved to Berkeley yesterday and I'm ready to see you." I could jack off to his thick accent alone, but then I'll start breathing heavy on the phone and he'll think I have a breathing problem, or am just too excited to hear from him. "OK, I'll come and pick you up tomorrow and show you around Berkeley. So who do you live with now?" He tells me it's a female. Fuck. "Can you have company?" What I really wanted to say was, can we fuck in your room? I'll bite a pillow. "I'm not sure, but we'll see." Yes, my dear. We sure will.

I'm already plotting ways to seduce him and pressure him to go back to his place so we can fuck. "I'll call you when I get off work and meet you. " YES!!!!! I place the Steele movie in the dvd player and fast foward to my favorite scene...The one where's he's actually fucking a black girl. Gotta take some of the edge off so I won't seem too eager tomorrow...

THURSDAY
I wake up with a big smile on my face. I'm goin' to git mi suummmm! This tune played in my mind all day. I would catch myself smiling to myself with excitement. Fresh meat! Someone new to play with! I leave work to change into something more casual. I put on my jeans, but they've stretched out. I place them in the dryer, run back upstairs and start the process (now a chubby girl has to get ready slowly, especially when she's putting on her make-up because she tends to sweat when she rushes). I only put on eye shadow and mascara and a little MAC studio fix. No lipstick. I wipe a finger underneath my tits to make sure they don't stink. I take a face towel and wipe off my cootchie. I stick my finger in there for a smell check. My phone rings.

"Hey, jus wah mek sure we still gwan hook up toniiight." I tell him to meet me on the corner of San Pablo and University and look for a black Mercedes. I know where his street is, but I do this to establish control. I get there and I wait for him to come. I see a guy at the corner trying to look cute. It's him. He's a lot shorter than I thought. He has nice dark skin though. But looks a bit small. FUCK. He gets in the car and smiles. "You look like Jill Scott." STRIKE ONE. "Yeah, I get that a lot." I drive off and we head for Telegraph.

I park and we head for the restaraunts. I go to the ATM to get $40. I figure he's broke being that he just moved here. We go to Japanese Snacks and order. He pays for the food. +10 points. We sit down and wait for the food and make small talk. "You have nice teeth." +20 points. The food arrives and I take off my jacket. I'm wearing a black low cut top. I watch his eyes. He looks at my tits for about five seconds in awe, then looks back into my eyes and we continue our conversation. WOW! +1000 points!!! We talk about Jamaica, cooking, politics, past relationships, etc.. I watch him talk and I'm thinking to myself, "He's actually cool."

"You have beautiful hair. I don't like women who put chemicals or fake hair on top of their head. I see you're a woman who likes herself a lot. I like a confident woman." My pussy contracts. We close out the restaurant and leave when the waiter begins turning down the chairs. We walk outside and he gives me a tight hug. He's actually taller than me, but I wouldn't be able to wear heels. My heart begins to race. A warm feeling rushes over me. I feel like I'm in Jr. high school, about to french kiss for the first time. The last time I actually kissed a man on the lips was over two years ago, with my ex. I never kiss my booty calls, I only want their dicks. But he's different. SHIT. I'm actually feeling him. I've never felt this way for a man in since my Belizean prince. I sound like a sappy ass pop song.

We drive to his place and we stay in the car. "I don't think you can have company now because you just moved in. Let's just stay in the car and talk." Our eyes meet and we start kissing. I'm past wet. My cootchie is contracting, hurting and ready. He strokes my breast and I pop out my right tit. Let's see if he knows what to do with it. He places my hard nipple in his mouth and starts massaging it with his tongue. I groan. I feel the rough ridges of his tongue gently stroking my nipples. He takes my hand and places it on his hard dick. I measure it with my thumb and middle finger. There's still dick left...Oh LAWD!! He's hung! I stroke him to check for girth. Thick.

We're still kissing. I take his hand and place it down my jeans. I have no underwear on. Let's see if he passes this test. Two fingers go straight to my clit and he starts massaging it at a perfect speed. "You are so wet." He dips another finger into my hole and discovers more juice. He whispers in my ear, "My gawd, gyal, ya puss gets extra wet." He pulls out when we hear a car drive by. I look and all the windows have fogged up. I button my jeans and pop my tits back in my bra. I catch him in the corner of my eye as he puts his wet fingers to his nose. "You smell good. I like your scent. You smell like clean puss." I pretend like I'm grossed out. He's definitely an eater.

We make plans to meet tomorrow. I make a mental note to pay my brother $10 to stay away from the house, so I can take him home and devour him. I drive home with a big smile on my face. I throw off my clothes and hop in the bed. I don't bother to take a shower. I begin to stroke my clit, but stop. I'll wait until tomorrow to stroke it while he's inside me. I have a feeling I'm going to be seeing a lot of him.

FRIDAY
He calls me at 3pm. "My room mate has left for LA for the weekend. I want you to come here, now." I tell him I'm at work, but will be there as soon I get off. 4pm comes and I go home, shower and change clothes. I get in the car and tell him I just let work and I'm on my way.

I get to the apartment and he looks like he hasn't showered, but he smells good. The small apartment is cluttered with junk. We go to the room he's renting out from the lady. It's her computer room. "Where do you sleep?" He pulls out a lawn matress for a lounge chair and spreads it on the floor. "Right here." I see a love seat sofa in the corner and make a mental note to slyly end up there when it's time to sex. We make small chat and watch Jamaican movies. He tries to go in for the kill. We start smooching and we take off our clothes. I look down at his dick and all I see is a large flap of skin. "You're not circumsized?!" This wasn't a question, it was me saying, "How fucking disgusting!" I go to my purse to get a condom and he says he has his own. He spreads my legs and starts licking my clit. Not too bad, but I've had better. He puts the condom on and his dick starts getting limp. He tries to force it in from the back, but I tighten my cootchie. "You're not hard."

"I don't have sex with condoms." I get up, put my clothes on and head for the door...Well, that's what I should have done. We stop trying and continue watching movies. Two hours later, we try again. I'm so horny that I throw everything out of the window. His hard, bare, uncircumsized dick enters me. He pins down my right leg, underneath his and puts my left leg on his shoulder and starts thrusting. What the fuck? Hello, I have a gut.

Three minutes later he pulls out and cums all over my stomach. I start to cry. I cry because I'm pissed with myself for putting myself in this position. I cry because I now have to stress about being pregnant or not. I cry because I have no idea where his dick has been and if he's done it with me with no condom, he's done it with many others. I also cried because it was only three fucking minutes and I was just getting started. FUCK. I can't control the tears. He hugs me and I break away. I tell him how I feel and start asking him the questions. "How many times have you done that? You don't know if I have an STD or not, what if I have HIV? You don't even know me. " He then tells me that he'll go get tested and bring me back the results, then offers to take me out to eat.. We get dressed.

We find a chinese restaurant opened and we eat there. While waiting for the food. My brain runs wild with random thoughts. It's not like you've never done this before. You're not pregnant. He got tested for HIV when he had his kids. He's only been here for three weeks. He doesn't know too many people here. He is nice. I won't have sex with him again. I'm back to square one. Why did I let him fuck me without a condom? I'm still horny. If we do it again I'll make him wear a condom. I shouldn't even talk to him again. This will be the last time he sees me. Now I can't eat at the Jamaican place anymore. Shit. I think he has a lazy eye. He looks like a tall midget. He has a big head. His feet are small. He has jacked up teeth. I don't like him.
We eat and go back to his place.

We watch another movie and start fooling around again. "I want you to cum." He starts licking my clit again. He almost gets me there and then he gets on top of me and jams his dick in. "Oh, no. You're not going to do that again." I lock my cootchie and push him off. "You're something fucking else. It's time for me to go." I put my clothes on, grab my purse and keys and leave. I really leave this time. I get in my car and speed off. This was the worst fucking date I've ever been on. I can't believe I put myself in these situations. I'm sick of men. They're all shit and not worth a fucking penny. There's no good men at all. He's not worthy of being in my stable if he can't strap it on. Punk, bitch. Asshole dick. He's not even worth my time. He's a loser. Fucking 36 year old and don't have a career. Still chasing dreams of making big money without doing shit. I don't deserve this shit. I'm 29, I look good, I make my own money and I drive a new mercedes damn it! I deserve better! I'm going to get better. He's lucky I opened my legs. He'll never get pussy this good again, not from me at least. FUCK HIM.

He calls my cell phone and asks if I'm alright. "Yes I'm fine now. Much better." I hang up in his face and turn my phone off.