This is a short story that I have created. Sit back and relax and enjoy. I appreciate any feedback that you have. This is where the journey in writing all begins-Sharon Morse
Sarah couldn't forget about him. Sinclair was the type of man that gives you chills when he's in your presence, just by the look in his eyes.
When he walks into the room everyone takes notice. Everyone notices this chocolate, sexy, strong, African Prince. Sinclair is about 5'11 inches in height and around 200 lb. in weight. He had solid broad shoulders, perfect skin and teeth, cornrows, tattoo's and brands that covered his chocolate skin. No one in their office knows that this prince in this business suit is actually a freak that comes out at night.
He has beautiful eyes and thick eye brows. His chiseled facial features amaze Sarah every time she looks at his face. In her mind, it doesn't get any better than this. He is the man that she dreams about at night. He's the man in her dream that makes passionate love to her with no face. Except he is real. This is no dream.
Sarah sat on her bed in her apartment thinking about the past that her and Sinclair had. All of the fun times they shared. She recalls times they spent together. Their bond was so close and so real. It was magical. every time they kissed or embraced it felt like the first time. She got caught in a day dream remembering how they first met at their job. Oh how she missed those days.
Sinclair was also very enticed by Sarah. She was very quiet and reserved at work. She had a sweet look about her but he want to taste her to see how sweet she actually was. She seemed a little shy but their was something in her eyes that turned him on. She was petite. Standing at only 5'2 weighing in at 125 lb. He ordinarily was interested in thicker women but Sarah was very cute so he couldn't let her pass. Sarah has the type of smile that could cheer up the saddest person in the world. She seemed so carefree. She had caramel toned complexion, her skin which seemed to hold a tan all year round. Sarah's eyes were perfect big round circles. Almost looked like a precious child's eyes. She had a pointy nose and beautiful curly hair. He could tell that her ancestors were African-American but she had a few other races mixed up in her beauty. She almost looked like an island girl. He could picture her dressed in colorful clothes dancing by the ocean in the Bahamas. As she twirled in the sun her beautiful curly locks grabbed the breeze. She was an Angel. Pure and sweet, but yet very sexy.
Sarah seemed to have a fun spirit with a girlish way about her. That spirit shinned as she walked through their office. Many men wanted a piece of her. Just to see how she would be. Sinclair went after his prey and was soon surprised that this girlish princess was actually a very sexual and sensual woman that would give him pleasure like no other.
Sexy looks were exchanged back and forth for weeks and weeks before Sinclair and Sarah actually got together outside of their work. Numbers were exchanged one chilly day in October. That's when the love roller coaster all began.
The first time in each other company was slightly strange. Sarah had gone out that evening with her girlfriend Tameka. She needed time away from home. It had been ages since she had gone out to a club. Sarah was looking fly, she had on a form fitting top that matched the highlights in her hair, blue jeans that fit absolutely perfect to her small frame and camel colored boots to match that shirt she was wearing. Her makeup was flawless. And that smile of hers made the sexy crazed men drop their jaws as she walked through the maze of people. Her friend Tameka was cute, but not as cute as Sarah. Tameka did have something up on her and that was her gigantic posterior. Yes, it was big and round like most men like, but Tameka didn't possess that sexy, classy aura that Sarah possessed. The men pawed at the women as they walked through the club. Sarah grew tired and bored. She consumed her favorite drink which was nothing other than a Cuervo Gold Margarita on the rocks with salt. After about 3 she was feeling the heat.
She joined a young man on the dance floor. Sarah loved to dance. She wasn't the type of dancer that just shakes her booty. She moved her whole body to the beat. She really got into that music she was hearing. "No letting Go" by Wayne Wonder began to play. This was the first time she had heard this song. Many people stepped off the dance floor when it played but Sarah and her dance partner stayed. She twisted her hips as she looked in his eyes. She touched his chest and face like she had known him before. He liked that and grew excited. Sarah had a way about her that enticed men. If she really tried she could have a man eating out of her hand....but that's not her style.
The song played and played, and she began to grind up on the light skinned brotha. He whispered in her ear, "Ma do you have a man?" Sarah hated it when guys called her "Ma." that just seemed so cliche to her. So she lied and told him that she did. She knew if she gave him her digits that he would call they would probably speak once and then she would end up blocking his number. She didn't get that vibe from him. Sarah goes on vibes and aura's. How does this person make her feel when he or she is around her? He just didn't do it for her so she knew it was time to go. It was close on to 2 am when she let her girlfriend know it was time to leave.
She told her girl good-bye and returned to her car. She did have some fun once the alcohol kicked in. She pulled onto the interstate and made her trip back to her homeland. Her cell phone rang and a strange number appeared on her caller ID. Ordinarily she wouldn't answer but out of mere curiosity she did. The voice on the other end was HIM. That sexy piece of man candy named Sinclair.
Coincidentally he was on his way home from a club as well. Sarah had to think quick because she knew she wanted to see him. She asked him where he was located in the city. He wasn't too far away so she asked him if he was tired. In an excited voice he answered, "No I'm not, where are you? I'll come to you and we can chill for a moment."
Sarah instantly could feel herself becoming moist between her thighs. She disconnected the call. She dug deep in her purse to locate her lip gloss and a hand mirror. Sarah looked in the mirror only to find a puffy eyed, smeared makeup, out of control hair mess. She looked so beautiful before she left home. No time to run back to her house to redo her hair and make up so she decided to make do with the supplies that she had. She applied her gloss to her pouting lips. Ran her fingers through her hair to try to make it look a little bit more presentable. It wasn't much she could do about the cigarette smell that clung to her clothes. She also popped a piece of eclipse gum in her mouth just to freshen the breath a bit. She was now ready for him.
Sarah and Sinclair decided to meet at the local grocery store down the street from her house. He pulled up in his green Civic. He got out and made his way over to her passenger side door. She unlocked the doors and allowed him to enter her car. In the car they exchanged salutations. Both feeling a little speechless and anxious. They decided to take a trip to Walmart because Sinclair needed to pick up a few things. "Damn he's sexy," she thought.
Sinclair had on a pair of jeans that fit his form perfectly. He wore a black turtle neck with black leather loafers and a black leather jacket to match his shoes. His hair was twisted going back, twisted to perfection. Sinclair had also had a few drinks at the club he attended, so his blood ran very warm. Which also made him very aroused when he looked at her. He thought to his self that Sarah was a very beautiful person.
As Sarah drove to the Walmart, she couldn't help but to notice the mans bulge in the front of his pants. "My God, he's hung like a horse," she thought. She knew it was a powerful tool just by glancing at it. Little did she know, that in time that powerful tool would bring her some of the most fulfilling and saddest moments of her life.
Walmart was very lit up which burned both of their bloodshot eyes. Sarah went in one direction and Sinclair went in the other. They both shared the same thoughts. They were both deeply enticed by the other. They wanted to feel how each others lips felt against theirs. Both afraid to move too fast, both afraid to make the first move.
Sarah and Sinclair found their way back to each other at the checkout line. Sinclair had a single rose in his hand and other knickknacks but Sarah only concentrated on that rose. He let her know that he saw it and thought of his Grandma. Sarah a little disappointed said, "Oh that's sweet." Hoping he had actually got the rose for her. "Oh well," she thought. "Why would he give me a rose and he doesn't even know me?"
They ventured out the doors of Walmart to be greeted by the brisk fall breeze. They both scurried to the car as if they were running away from old man winter. Sarah unlocks Sinclairs door and immediately cranks up the heat to try to warm their cold bodies. She also turned on her mix CD of her favorite slow jams. A Sentimental Mood by Duke Ellington and John Coltrane played quietly in the background to set the mood just perfectly. She wasn't ready to go home but she knew it was late. Sinclair told her he wasn't ready to go home either. Which made Sarah feel warm inside. She felt wanted and needed. So she decided to take him on a little tour of her neck of the woods. He wasn't familiar with that part of the city so this was the perfect time to chit chat and really get to know each other. She decided to drive him to one of the expensive neighborhoods that she dreamed of living in.
It was this one house that always caught her eye. "That's the one, that's my favorite house!" She glared at the huge white marble 2 story castle. She glanced at Sinclair when thoughts of herself living in that home popped into her brain. She pictured herself sitting at her huge kitchen table in her huge kitchen being greeted by her husband who just came home from a long days work. He walks in and kisses her softly. Her husband was Sinclair. Her 2 little boys run up to embrace their father. Joy flooded her heart and soul. As she pictured him being the head of the household, the head of her family, the head of her life, she smiled. She even saw the perfect Golden Retriever jumping up on his master Sinclair, greeting him with such excitement.
Sarah caught herself and decided to come back to reality. It was getting close to 4 AM so she decided to bring him back to his car at the grocery store parking lot. As they rode they talked. They talked about work, each others families, funny stories and about life...talked about the life they had before they found each other.
It seemed that they reached the parking lot in such a hurry. Time sure does fly when your having fun. Well, this was the moment of truth. Sarah wanted to kiss this chocolate Adonis so bad but she didn't want to seem fast, so she continued to make small talk.
They set in the warm car talking as if they were in their own little world and nothing else mattered. They could have talked until the sun rose but they knew they needed to part and go back to their castles.
Before Sarah had a chance to look at Sinclair he had grabbed her face and laid the most wonderful kiss on her lips that she had ever felt. Oh his lips felt so soft, just as hers did. She was totally intoxicated by the stroke of his hand against her cheek. Their tongues seemed to like each other as they rubbed against one another. Sarah could feel the moisture between her legs again and she felt tiny orgasmic shocks all throughout her body. Sinclair grabbed her hand and rested it on his powerful tool. He grew more and more excited as she caressed his man hood. Sarah was totally consumed by Sinclairs oral stimulation to her mouth, neck and ear. Oh how bad she wanted to feel him thrusting in and out of her passion pool. But she knew tonight was too soon.
They continued to lock lips and tongues. Both were totally aroused and ready to burst. Both vibing off of each others energy, it was almost magical. Finally Sarah and Sinclair broke away from their embrace. He looked into her big brown eyes and said "You are a very beautiful girl." Which made her heart melt. He was so sexy to her. All she could do was stare into his eyes in silence. They both seemed to stare into each others souls for an eternity. It was a very intense moment. They both knew inside that something great was sure to come. As hard as it was to let each other go they knew they had to. So they exchanged good-bye's just as they did hello's hours before.
Sinclair and Sarah agreed to call one another the next day. Sarah watched Sinclair walk over to his car. He had a very sexy walk which turned her on a great deal. She let her fingers walk down to her passion pool and rubbed the throbbing sensation between her thighs to try to soothe herself.
It was almost as if it were all a dream. "Was I really just with him or am I dreaming?" she thought.
She made it home and parked her vehicle in the driveway. Got out of the car and all of a sudden it didn't seem that cold anymore. The cold didn't even bother her because she had natural body heat that consumed her. Sarah was happy, little did she know, that kiss they shared would turn into the hottest love affair she had ever experienced. So hot that she would be addicted to him and couldn't let go...no matter how hard she tried.
Days went by and she hadn't seen Sinclair. It was okay because they exchanged phone calls during the week. Which helped as they both went though withdrawals from not embracing.
It was now Friday. Sarah had to go to work. She wanted to see Sinclair desperately after she got off work. She decided to dress in her business apparel that day. Sarah jumped into the shower. The water felt so good up against her caramel skin. She began to lather her wash cloth with her favorite body wash, Warm Vanilla Sugar from Bath and Body Works. She began stroking her skin pretending that Sinclair was in the shower with her. She closed her eyes and got caught in the moment.
Her hands now turned into his. He washed her back, turned her around and admired her body. She began to vibrate with excitement. Her hand now his began to drift further and further down until his finger tip touched the most precious spot, the most tender spot of her anatomy. She felt the electric orgasmic shock through out her soul. He pulled her close. Her back was rested against his chest. His left hand cupped her left breast and he began to massage her nipples. His right hand was located on her thigh, his fingers crept up her thigh like a lion sneaks up on his prey. His index finger touched her soft tender pearl. He began tweaking and rubbing it which caused Sarah to almost fall to her knees. They moved together in the warm water...both body's in unison. It felt so good, it felt so good.
Sarah began to feel the inner tingle which seemed so far away. She had to work for that feeling to get closer and closer. Flicks of her nipple made her whole being shake. Sinclair whispered in her ear with a deep sexy voice, "Cum for me baby." When all of a sudden the flood gates opened and she was shaking uncontrollably. "Dear God, there is no feeling better than this," she thought. The feeling rushed through her cervix. Her nipples were hard as bullets as her body rocked back and forth. The orgasmic rush caused her eyes to roll in the back of her head. She blacked out and couldn't hear any thing for about10 seconds. She slowly came back. Sarah was standing there alone in the shower by herself, Sinclair was gone.
Sarah was the type of woman that could satisfy herself, so being single was no big deal for her. She knew how to make herself cum and she knew how to enjoy it. After all of the 4 play she enjoyed by herself she grew more aroused when she thought of seeing Sinclair that evening. It was time to get dressed. Her clothes were laid out on the bed. Today Sarah was going to wear a black and white pin stripped blouse that would be tucked into a small black business skirt. Hose to match her skin tone, accompanied by a pair of black pumps.
Sarah rubbed her self down with cocoa butter. Her skin looked sun kissed even when it was cold out. She stepped into her favorite pair of black lace thongs and applied her black brassiere. Sarah was defiantly feeling sexy and couldn't wait to see Sinclair.
Sarah finally made it to work. She had only a few moments to rush to the bathroom to check he hair and also make it to the water cooler to get her drink. It was time to for her to be on the clock. Sarah was a bill collector. She hated her job. It did pay good but she hated being restricted to one area. The girl liked to move around and have fun, and this job defiantly wasn't fun. It was a task in itself to make it through the work shift because it was so boring to her. She would rather be on a far away island basking in the sun with some sexy masseuse rubbing her body down with coconut oil. Sarah returned to her desk and logged on to her computer.
She opened her desk drawer to locate her head set. When to her surprise she saw a small letter a waiting her. It was from Sinclair. "Oh my God," she gasped with laughter. The letter read, "I'm glad I met you, your not like the other women around here. I look forward to getting to know you a lot more." Signed Sinclair. Sarah loved letters. This made her feel like she was in high school again.
The day was long and tedious. Sarah glared at the clock every 5 minutes. She couldn't even concentrate. It was as if time had stopped. Father Time was working against her on this day. She worked and worked. 9:55 PM finally came around. She logged off of her system to take a quick trip to the bath room before she made her way out of her building. She had to check herself to see if she was still looking as sexy as she did when she left home. All she needed to do was to reapply some gloss on her soft lips. Sarah decided to do a smell check of her passion pool. She had been sitting for hours and wanted to make sure she was still fresh as when she stepped out of the shower. Luckily she was. "Okay girl it's time!" She said to herself and smiled. She grabbed up her coat and purse and made her way out the doors of the building.
Sarah was immediately slapped in the face by old man winter again. But she was on a mission, so she dodged the harsh winds that tried to stop her from being with her man. She made it to her car and got in. Sinclair hadn't called her so she decided to call him. This was taking a big gamble calling him at the last minute to see what his plans were for the night. Her heart raced as she dialed his number. "Hello" he answered. Her panties were wetted instantly. "Hi would you like to have dinner?" she asked. "Of course" he replied. They decided to meet at Waterside. Waterside is a huge mall with different eateries located on the water of course. Very lovely place that Sarah always enjoyed going to, even has a little girl with her family. They would make their decision on where to eat once they came together.
Sarah made her way through the corridor of the mall and found the first bench in sight that was free. Her poor little toes hurt from her heels. Sinclair was late. Which made her grow even more anxious. Every passerby made her heart thump harder.
Sarah had been waiting for 10 minutes...no Sinclair. She started to grow irritated. But she wasn't going to call him because she didn't want to seem pressed, even though she was. Sarah had fears that he was going to stand her up. That's one of her biggest pet peeves about men. As she glanced down to look at her watch one more time before calling it quits, she got a glimpse of a shadow figure in the corner of her eye. She looked up and it was him. It was Sinclair. She exhaled and let all of the irritation go out the window.
He rushed over and apologized, "Oh Sarah I'm so sorry to keep you waiting I got caught up doing something for my grandma." Which was cool, better late than never she thought. Sinclair looked uncomfortable as he looked Sarah up and down. "What's wrong?" she asked looking like a confused little girl. "Why didn't you tell me you were going to be dressed up, I feel silly now because of how I'm dressed. But you look really nice Sarah." Sinclair had on a his favorite gray pullover with an African American Holocaust tee-shirt underneath. A pair of blue jeans and a pair of black All-star tennis shoes. He looked really cute to her even though he wasn't dressed GQ like he usually is. She didn't care. She excepts him anyway he is. That's how much he blows her mind.
They decided to venture on into Jillian's. Sarah liked this little spot. It was a sportsbar, game room, club, and dining area all in one. They got a table close to the TV's. To her surprise Sinclair didn't even get caught up in the game that was playing. He was totally consumed by Sarah's beauty. They talked and talked. They also shared the same tastes in fine liquors. He decided to go light that evening and ordered a Heineken. Sarah ordered her famous Margarita on the rocks with Salt. For appetizer they ordered quesidillas and buffalo chicken strips. The waiter brought over their app plates and Sinclair noticed that it was a spot on Sarah's plate so he decided to give her his plate. Sarah thought that was a sweet gesture. That shows that the man isn't selfish and has manners. She learned to pick up on small things like that from all the men she had dated that were jerks.
Sinclair seemed different from the rest. He had a unique way about him. Sarah could just feel his positive vibes he was giving off. The vibes were so strong that they could almost see them. They talked and talked and laughed. Things seemed to be going well. Dinner arrived. Sarah was so caught up in the conversation that she wasn't even hungry anymore. But she ate because after all it was a lot of food that would go to waste.
It was time to order more drinks. This time Sinclair ordered E&J on the rocks. Sarah had another Margarita. They began to talk more as the alcohol made their blood run warmer and warmer. Sarah had thoughts of walking over to him and straddling his lap in front of everyone. That turned her on. Sinclair glared at his watch and noticed how late it was. The restaurant was about to close. He could tell Sarah was feeling tipsy. "Would you like me to follow you home? I'm worried about you on the road." Little did he know that Sarah was a skilled drinker. She was no beginner when it came to holding her liquor. But she thought this would be a great idea to get some quiet time with him.
She got in her car and he got in his. They ventured back to her neck of the woods. He called her on her cell phone. He told her that he didn't want to follow her all the way to her house. It was a little early for him to know where she lived. He wanted her to feel comfortable and he wanted her to know that he wasn't some stalker type of guy that couldn't wait to find out where she lived.
She could respect that. So Sarah parked her car and told Sinclair to get into her car. He parked behind her. He got in and told her, "I have something I want you to listen to. We will listen to these 2 songs and then you have to go home because it's getting late." Sarah's eyes lit up like a child on Christmas morning. The man had manners! He put the CD in and the music played. It was a jazz piece she had never heard, but it was beautiful. Sarah glanced at him, "Who is..." before she could get the words out Sinclair had grabbed her face and began to kiss her passionately.
Sarah didn't waste anytime. She began kicking off her heals and jumped on top of him slowly like an animal in heat. Oh she wanted him bad. Both their blood was running hot and hearts were pounding so hard until they almost came out of their chests. Sarah was now straddling him just as she wanted to do at the restaurant. He grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her head back with slight force which turned Sarah on a great deal. He began to kiss and lick all over her neck as she churned on his lap.
His man hood was at full alert as her passion pool dripped. She was consumed by total ecstasy as they rocked and licked each other. Sinclair began to bite on the buttons on her blouse. he opened one..then two...then three until her full bosom was showing. He grabbed her breasts and squeezed them which made Sarah moan with great delight. "Dear God this is wonderful!!" she thought to herself. Oh she wanted him in side of her walls. He wanted her too. But they knew it was still too early to venture into the great beyond. They began to slow down their motion in attempts to catch their breath. Sinclair looked like he could rip her wide open. He wanted to be inside of her walls as well. They stopped and glared into each other's eyes. Then all of a sudden the motion began again. They kissed each other madly like 2 crazed fools. "Your so fuckin sexy!!! he whispered in her ear. The outside world didn't matter. It was all about their world.
Sinclair began to hike her skirt up more and more until he could feel his had on her posterior. He reached his hands down into her hose to feel her exposed cheeks. He could feel the thong which made him want her even more. He parted the lace strip that covered her split. He began rubbing his fingers down lower. And lower. Not to touch her opening to her womb but to touch the forbidden place. He brought his fingers up to get them nice and wet as he placed them in his mouth. Then he ventured back down.
Placing one of his fingers inside of her dark hole. Heaven was about to call Sarah home. The feeling caused her to roll her eyes into the back of her head. They began kissing as his finger moved in and out gently. His other hand caressed her breasts. She wanted him now!
The motion began to slow down a bit as he released his hand from her behind and brought it back up. Sarah was exhausted with passion. They exchanged gentle kisses and then a long hug. Both had beads of perspiration on their forehead. That was amazing.
Sarah tried to collect herself. She sat up and scooted on over to the drivers seat and began buttoning her blouse and fixing the rest of her clothes. She attempted to fix her hair in the mirror but that was a lost cause. They looked at each other and shared a childish grin. What is happening? They were both energized and happy as hell. Sinclair leaned over and gave Sarah a sweet kiss on her lips and on her cheek. He got his CD and got out of her car. He walked over to her driver side window. "I had a wonderful evening." Nothing more needed to be said. Sarah replied with the same. He got in his car and rode off in one direction and Sarah rode off in the other. In her mind she couldn't wait to see him again. She missed him already.
I'm a 22 year old single mother and college student. I have always had a creative side when it comes to crafts as well as writing. But I only put my creative side to work during school not too much on a personal level. I was sitting in my sons room when all of a sudden the plot hit me. I always loved romance novels and when I read then I could almost picture myself in them so I decided to write my own. I hope this will grow and grow into something great one day. Thanks for taking the time for read this, hope you enjoyed. Feel free to email me with your comments.
Sincerely, Sharon Morse
