Authors: Leo Sullivan
his short cropped hair. “Get some rest, I’ll have breakfast waiting
for you when you wake in the morning.”
He just stared at something in the window. Something only he
could see. I recognized the hur t on that man’s face, the way only a
woman can. Barefooted, I padded across the shag carpeting and
fixed myself a drink. He turned and looked at me annoyingly.
“
Didn’t you hear what I just said, girl?” His voice was slightly
slurred. I ignored him and bent down to retrieve a piece of ice that
I intentionally dropped to the floor. I flirted just to get his atten-
tion, to see his reaction. Ever since we met, he treated me like his
little sister. The man never paid the slightest bit of attention to
me. I wondered if there was such a thing as a gay thug. I sat down
right in front of him, crossed my legs ladylike and took a swig of
my drink. It burned in a nice way. Quiet engulfed us like a gentle
storm. I was lost for words.
What am I doing?
I continued to ask
myself.
“
So what are you going to do when you get to Tallahassee?” I
asked.
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“
I dunno … I dunno …” he shook his head somberly. “Maybe
find a job and save up some money to go to night school, get me
a lawyer.”
“
Yeah, that would be a good idea. You could use a good
lawyer, because you damn sure know how to find trouble. You are
a jinxy-ass man.” With that, he erupted in hilarious laughter, full
and vibrant. The kind of hearty laughter that would stand out in
a room full of people, loud and jovial. It reminded me of Eddie
Murphy’s singsong cackle. Masculine and strong, I couldn’t help
but smile, too as tears rolled down his cheeks as he continued to
laugh. I poured myself another drink, a nightcap I told myself. I
already had a buzz. I took a sip and raised up to stand, I slightly
staggered but he did not notice. “I’m going to get some rest.
Check out time is 11 o’clock and it’s just about 4 o’clock.” He just
looked at me, his ebony eyes opaque slants, eyes that I couldn’t
read. He stood. His bronze body was sculpted like one of them
African statues of a warrior. His stomach was chiseled. His brawny
chest was big and hairy. He wore a large platinum chain.
The light from the swimming pool shimmered off our bodies.
I bit down on my bottom lip as he walked toward me. No one can
convince me that a man and a woman, in the solitude of the night,
confronted by their riveting intimacy, do not produce a kind of
celestial energy that holds them bound to the laws of nature. It’s
fervid heat of unquenched passion. I felt my body tingling as if I
were on fire. I knew that if he touched me we would both burn in
a fahrenheit of passion. The Hennessy, mingled with his manly
scent, was like an aphrodisiac to my feminine loins.
“
Hope I’m sorry for everything that I’ve put you through. I
can’t thank you enough for what you’ve done, and to be truthful
with you, I’m really not a …not a …” he stammered and for some
reason I felt my body leaning toward him like how gravity pulls.
“
I’m really not a jinx,” he said awkwardly. This time I burst
out in laughter spraying his face with spittle. For some reason, I
was feeling giddy. I wiped his face with an affectionate hand. He
kissed my fingers and then pecked me on the forehead like I was
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his little sister and gently pushed my shoulders.
“
Get some sleep Shouty, I’ll wake you in the morning,” he
said, as he smiled displaying that dimple. Just as he was about to
turn away, I flung my arms around him, lassoing his neck, kissing
him fully. At first he did not respond. So I kissed him with every-
thing I had. I grinded my torso against his manhood and then I
felt him respond as his hands went under my nightie palming my
ass. The fire was ignited. The torrid passion of flames roared. His
lips found their way to my neck as his hands pulled my gown
down exposing my breasts. My nipples were erect. He squeezed
and sucked them greedily. I moaned. I could feel his stiff erection
running down my thigh. His lips and tongue trailed my flesh,
licking me like I was sweet molasses. I was moist and getting wet-
ter with every touch. Then something panged in me. This was not
right. Through the fog of alcohol and fervid lust, clarity began to
crystallize.
This is not right! What am I doing? What am I doing?
I
thought to myself, finally I shouted, “Stop!” I placed my hand on
his chest in an attempt to push him away, but he just kept pulling
on my panties, tugging.
“
No, please!” I begged. It was as if I awakened something dor-
mant in this man. Something bestial. He was not listening to me.
He had my panties around my thighs and then pushed me against
the dresser, pinning me there. I felt my panties being torn. There
is a name for this and I couldn’t believe this was happening to me.
In one quick motion he slid out of his pants. His erection was
enormous and crooked, leaning to one side. It felt like he carried
me on it as I was being picked up and taken to the bed.
“
No,” I whimpered, but even to me it sounded like “yes” and
I wasn’t putting up much of a fight. Even as he climbed in between
my legs placing on a condom, my futile resistance seemed to only
excite and arouse him more. “Noooo …” My words were silenced
with his kisses. He was in between my legs and his touch was as
gentle as a feather. I was still saying “no” as he entered me slowly.
The pain was excruciating. I never knew that hurt could feel so
good.
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“
Hope,” he called my name like I was his goddess. With that,
my legs spread and invited him into my kingdom–open sesame.
“
Hope, I just want to make love to you.” His words a murmur
against my hot flesh as I moaned out loud in ecstasy. Slow and
passionate were his loving strokes. He has not entered me fully as
if to see if my body could withstand the length of his manhood.
His short strokes were driving me crazy.
“
Hope, do you like this?” He eased deeper inside of me.
“
Yes! Yes! Yes!” I lamented praising Jesus, cursing out God as I
road the ebb and flow of the torrent tide of his skillful lovemak-
ing. He thrust deeper, testing my womanhood. I felt him going
where no man had ever gone before, impaling what felt like my
chest cavity. His strokes, even tempered, like he was measuring
just how to love my body. As he reached his destination, I felt my
body shake and shiver in uncontrollable convulsions that sent me
into fits. I was out of control as Life road my body like I was a wild
stallion and he was a Black cowboy. I had an orgasm that made me
scream. The whole time his lovemaking never stopped. He
devoured my body like lovemaking was an art to be crafted and
practiced solely on me. Twenty or thirty short strokes and then
one deep stroke. Ten short strokes and then one painfully deep
long one, and still he was not even halfway inside of me. I reached
another orgasm with one of his deep stroke maneuvers as my fin-
gers clawed his back. He spread my legs wider grabbing my ass,
pushing deeper inside of me causing the throes of desire to
explode. Showing me yet another facet of my sexual identity that
I did not know existed. “Ohmygod!” I moaned in ecstasy. He
stroked me with a rhythm so intense that our bodies were saturat-
ed with sweat.
Over an hour had passed when he grabbed one of my legs and
held it high in the air asking, “Hope, do you like this?” His raspy
voice breathed on my erect nipples. Each part of my body that he
touched, he made love to as if his only mission were to please me.
I could not talk, I was in another zone. I was about to reach anoth-
er orgasm, that one was being summoned from somewhere deep
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within me and caused my head to thrash back and forth. Life was
driving me up the wall. Then suddenly he stopped … labored
breathing echoed like two fighters engaged in battle, damn, just as
I was on the brink of another orgasm.
Slowly, he eased off of me, his tongue making hot trails on my
breasts as he pulled out of me. He sucked on my body, loud, with
slurping sounds that teased and tingled me with ecstasy. Lower
and lower his hand went. He stuck a finger inside of me, then two,
which stirred my passion. His tongue traced my navel … my
pubic area … my thighs. I was pulling my hair out. I had never
had a man go down on me before.
“
Ooh shit! What … ah … are you doing?” The timbre of my
voice broke. He had taken so much from me, yet giving too much.
His deft tongue molested my clitoris, sucking on it like it was the
sweetest candy in the world.
“
Hope, do you like this?” I just nodded my head, and for the
first time, I tried to scoot toward the headboard, away from him.
This was the best torture that any woman could endure.
“
Hope.”
“
Ye … ye … yessss!”
“
I’m cheating …” lick, lick, lick, lick, “… it takes a thousand
strokes to please a Black woman.” With that he spread my lips and
buried his tongue inside of me. His tongue acted like it had a
license to seduce me. He drove it down south licking my ass. After
about another hour of him loving me, I thought I was going to cry
from ecstasy. I had never been made love to like that before. I
reached yet another orgasm. We broke the record for the number
of orgasms I have had in a single night. We changed positions. He
placed me on my stomach and put pillows underneath me and
took me from the back. This was the most painful position. It felt
like he was stretching the elastic out of my stuff. I tried to squirm
away as his once gentle loving became brutally rough. Over and
over he thrust deeper and deeper. I cried out in pain. It only
seemed to increase his lust. He was past the thousand strokes of
loving me. Finally, his body jerked and shivered, saliva dribbled
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from his mouth onto my back as he came inside of me. Satisfied,
he keeled over off me onto the bed, panting, I was exhausted.
Perspiration glistened off of my body. I was lying in a puddle of
our love juices too tired to move.
Predawn had peeked over the starry horizon. Everything
looked murky, like a mirage. It was hard to tell if I was awake or
asleep. I was in a sexual daze. I touched myself. My coochie was
swollen and sore. This man beat it to death. I watched as Life
removed the torn rubber from his still erect penis. I couldn’t help
thinking, every woman should try a little thug love in her life.
Nude, except for the one sock he had on, I watched Life walk