“Passion, what’s up with you and little young thang over there?”
“What you talking about?”
“Rosalind told me, she saw you with some young buck. And since Junior over there, is the only youngin we recently hired, it got to be him.”
“Shonda, why you all in my business?”
“Excuse me, but I thought you were Ms. Free as a bird. The one who throws the rock, but doesn’t hide her hand.”
“Oh don’t get it twisted, I am still that b****. I just don’t feel like talkin about it.”
“What?!… I can’t believe that one. Is this the same Passion I went to FAM with; the same girl who had an orgy with 2 girls and a guy?… The same one who couldn’t wait to tell me; so instead of calling, she ran all the way over to my dorm room, because she just had to see my reaction as she told the story?”
“Yeah; she is me. But this here, is just a tune up; every now and again. It’s really nothing to talk about.”
“I don’t give a damn! I still want to know.”
“Ooh, you noisy.”
“Like yo ass not…. Op, there he go!”
“And.. What that suppose to mean?” Passion started to get a little irritated; because she really wanted to forget all about ‘the youngin’ being in between her thighs.
He was good, but not good enough.
“Don’t look, but I thank he’s coming over here.”
“Damn! I was trying to avoid his ass.” Before she could even think of leaving, he was standing before her.
“Hey, Mrs. Whitaker. How are you doing, this evening?”
“I’m well. How about you?”
“Could be better.” He didn’t have to say a word; she knew exactly what was on his mind. It seemed ever since she put him in his place, he became extremely aroused, whenever she was near.
“Passion, aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?”
“Ah, yeah. Jaylen this my good friend Shonda. Shonda this is Jaylen. Would you two excuse me for a minute?” Passion was almost willing to give in; once she remembered his oral fixation, with various parts of her body. But soon remembered, the party they were currently attending, was being thrown at her house; an idea set into motion, by her ever so thoughtful husband.
“Babe, where are you going?”
“No where. Just wanted to get some air…. You know what? I was just thinking about you.”
But are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah, I’m good.”
“Can I join you?”
“Well… yeah, I guess.” As she stood there, looking at her gorgeous husband; in they’re 20 million dollar home; surrounded by people who either loved her or wanted to f*** her. She realized how blessed she was to marry a man like Kevall. A man who loved her despite her many flaws. “On one condition.”
“I need you to take control of all this; like you use too.” She said as she glided her hands up and down her body.
“What you mean, like I use too?” Kevall felt a little offended by Passion’s comment. He knew he hadn’t been putting in that work, like he use to; but he figured it was good enough.
“I didn’t stutter.” Passion was never one to bite her tongue.
“Well.. come here.” Sometimes Kevall believed Passion said certain things to upset him; because she knew he would always take his frustrations with her, out in the bed room. He knew how kinky his wife was, and he had to admit, that was one of the things he loved most about her.
“Stop playing, and bring that sexy a** over here. “
“Make me.” Kevall was the only man Passion would allow to take control; because she trusted him.
Kevall realized she wasn’t budging. So he walked his chiseled, sexy, creamy mocha colored self over to her. Gave her a gentle, passionate kiss on the lips. Before she knew it, he had her bent over, fully clothed rubbing his girth between the folds of her womanhood.
“Ahhh… Stop it! I can’t take it, anymore. Please put it in!”
“Shhh… you don’t want your friends to hear us.”
“We’re not doing anything; yet”
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